#cause I’m rarely ever in the mood

[rosicheeks]

Is there a price for sexting?

Lol yes

[tasteracha]

kinktober - day one

kink: breeding kink with chan

warnings: smut - MINORS DNI. talk of birth control. unprotected sex. afab!reader.

the thing is, you don’t even want kids. or at least, not right now, not in the place in life you were. you’re sure that if you ever did end up wanting kids that you would want them with chan though, the most perfect and gentle soul with the perfect balance of sweet and spicy that you would love to see passed down the genetic line. even so, it doesn’t explain why the thought of him spilling inside of you and filling you up to the brim makes you shiver in unabridged desire.

it’s a thought that you’ve kept to yourself until now. for all of his quick jokes and dirty humor, chan is pretty tame in bed - he knows what he likes, what you like, and rarely strays from it. he’s always been willing to try new things, whether it results in the best fuck of your combined lives or with the two of you giggling all over each other, but for some reason this one is different.

it’s only after he’s pulled out two orgasms from you, one with his fingers and the other with his mouth, that you let it slip out right as he’s slipping himself into you. 

“oh, fuck,” you grunt, bearing down on chan’s dick as he bottoms out. “knock me up baby, come on.”

“wait, really?” he stops moving just as he’s almost pulled out, mouth gaped open, leaving your core pulsing around nothing and you resist the urge to roll your eyes at him. “i just mean, we haven’t talked about it, shouldn’t we get married firs-”

“no not really, i’m on birth control, dumbass,” you raise yourself up, glutes on fire as you try and fuck yourself on his cock, taking the both of your breaths away for a moment. “it’s just really hot to imagine. now fill me up with your babies, please.”

you don’t know if it’s your tone or your words, crude as they were, but his eyes harden just a bit and he slams his hips down with enough force that yours press up against the mattress again, making you see stars. 

“how can i deny you anything when you ask so nicely?” he says, punctuating every other word with a harsh thrust and you for a moment you can’t even remember what he was talking about with the way your thoughts are tangled up.

“you’d give me anything, hmm?” your voice comes out in whisps, your breath utterly taken away by him. 

he gets a bit animalistic then, like he’s trying to get into the mood, to match you on your level at his own pace - which seems to be fast, if the way he’s drilling into you like a jackhammer has anything to say about it. 

“you’re going to look so good with my baby inside of you,” he rubs at your lower belly before pushing down, stimulating you from either side as he continues fucking into you so slowly. he’s finally letting himself lean into it, the logic that he was trying to work around suddenly forgotten in lieu of ramming into you like he would die if he stopped. 

“come on,” you twist your hips a bit, letting him hit new spots within you that send your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “come in me, you can do it baby.”

you know you won’t be able to come again until you feel his release inside of you, costing your walls like a painting. you continue urging him, sweet words in his ears and whispered encouragements that make his arms tighten just a little bit more around you until he comes with a growl. his movements go slack, little aborted thrusts, and he buries his head into your neck just as you come around his length. 

it takes the two of you several moments to come down from your highs, the sound of your panting covering the entire room.

“no!” you cry out almost involuntarily when he moves to pull out, the slightest budge that causes some of the cum inside of you to slip out. your hands grasp at his hips, holding him against you and the movement drives him further inside of you than he had been all night. you shake in oversensitivity, the tiny drag of him against your walls burning so good.

he’s not entirely unaffected either, shown by the way he all but collapses on top of you. he’s covering you completely, his weight on top of you and his softening cock inside of you a comfort. 

“do you think it took?” he massages at your belly, right where his cock was. if you weren’t also as hazy as him, you might have snarked back at him about how it’s very unlikely that it did, but any comment you might have made fizzled out with one look at his dazed face. his eyes were soft, clouded over a bit and he had a small smile on his face as he looked up at you from where his head was resting on your chest. 

kinktober masterlist

[cherry-leclerc]

pride ☆ mv1

genre: smut, established relationship, stubborn!max, jealous!max, humor, fluff

word count: 3k

After his DNF, Max finds himself losing his temper when you keep insisting that it was his fault. Due to both ends, you find yourself in a constant battle on who can admit defeat first.

nsfw warning under the cut!

18+... gym sex - that's all teheee

req!...super fun to write, thank u, anon for the idea !!

He never liked to be pointed out as the one who did something wrong on track. Then again, he rarely ever made those types of mistakes. Max got along with everyone on the grid, but he was there to win. And he certainly did not need his girlfriend reminding him that he’s human, just like the rest of the drivers.

“Just admit it already, you fucked up this time. You cut him off.”

A DNF was as bad as it could get, his mood quickly deteriorated as he bangs his helmet against the wall. If you weren’t used to his dark behavior, then you would have definitely worried. Instead, you tap your foot impatiently with a deep sigh, eyes rolling with strong annoyance. You didn’t like to see him like this, but it drove you crazy that he could never own up to his wrongdoings. 

The Dutch harshly rips off his balaclava, dirty blond hair sticking against his angry face, normally baby blue eyes switching to a devilish color. “You’re such a…” A deep growl. “He cut me off, and that’s what got us both out of the race. What a fucking dick.”

Your brow raises up, pointing at him with accusement. “My thoughts exactly.” Turning on your heel, you spin around and walk out of his driver's room, leaving him to sulk like a manchild. Stupid, Lando.

As soon as the race ends, you sheepishly make your way to the young Brit. “Is he mad?” he asks. You shrug as if you care about what your boyfriend is feeling at this very moment. Max wasn’t the kind to get mad, he got furious. 

“He’ll get over it. Though I do suggest you run the opposite way if you spot him.” He laughs, eyes crinkling with agreement. After apologizing on behalf of the grumpy Dutchman, you hurry off to find him. Propped up against the door frame, you nervously play with the hem of your dress as you inch your way closer. You can practically see the color red blooming out of him as he smiles bitterly.

“And where were you?” His voice expands softly, it makes your stomach churn, but you put on a brave face nonetheless, refusing to give in to his ego. It doesn’t matter. He chuckles, rolling his tongue against the inside of his cheek, head shaking in disapproval. “Aren’t I the one you should be consoling? I don’t see why you had to go see him.”

Your eyebrows narrow down sharply. “Max, you’re being a fucking baby, you caused the crash! Lando was just unlucky and I went to let him know, is that so wrong?”

The Dutch fumes, jaw clenching. “You can go see him, I don’t give a fuck, but stop saying it was my fault. He closed in on me.” You scoff, arms crossed. “This is pure bullshit.”

“Whatever, I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I’m glad you’re alright,” you sourly say, pushing past him to go and retrieve your things, getting ready to leave back to the hotel. His nose twitches, following after you. Neither of you utter a single word, simply packing and strolling out the door. As soon as the media gets involved and Lando walks by with a shy smile and wave, he instinctively grabs your hand, leading you through the tight crowd with a bright smile, despite his crash. 

Setting aside your differences, you’re grateful for his sweet gesture, even if it laces with a bit of possessiveness. The drive is tense, only the sound of the blinker being heard. You try adding some music, but as soon as he turns off the radio, you turn to him, hair slapping your flushed face. “Why did you do that?” Your hand slides back up, turning it on. He repeats his same actions, leaving you to burn lasers to the side of his head. 

“Your music is complete shit.” Surprised by his cold tone, your right eye twitches like a crazy person before turning your attention back towards the road. He feels bad. He’s not mad at you, not even at his friend. But he wasn’t the biggest fan of letting his team down, and much less, owning up to it. 

Pushing the door open, you march in, making your way to the bathroom, ready to shower off the irritation. Max trails after you without a second thought, then you slam the door right on his face. He blinks. He can hear you turning the water on, stripping down. “You’re taking a shower by yourself this time, you dickhead.”

-

The next few races run smoother as he finishes in first place for most of them. All of them, actually. But his wins aren’t worth it in the end. Not with your rigid congratulations, forced kisses as you wait for him along with a puddle of photographers. It shouldn’t strike him as strange; you were still upset. For a second, he considers putting his pride aside and try to fix things, make amends, but when you mumble next to him, he quickly throws that out the window. 

“Baby finally got fed his bottle.”

All his pent up emotions came rushing back as you wear an innocent smile. With a sullen glare, he walks out, leaving you to gloat. Two can play that game. 

Here’s the thing with yours and Max's relationship; it was amazing. A fucking dream. You loved each other like crazy, but when you both get into an argument, it can drag out for the longest time. Your friends had pointed it out countless times, accusing you two for being freakishly stubborn. Oftentimes, he’d be the first to give up and apologize, and sometimes it was you. Only this time, it looked like a long haul. 

It was a weird dynamic. He still kissed you goodbye, reminded you how much he loved you. You still attended his races, glowed with sincere happiness for every podium of his, but apart from that, you two still held on to your end of the rope. And it’s been so long. One month? Maybe two?

“Four fucking months,” Max grunts, large hands fixing his drinking straw that connects to his suit. The Dutch is clearly frustrated, Checo could tell as he warily eyes his teammate. The Mexican driver poured out an amused chuckle. Max curls a dark brow. “What?”

Checo halts. “Nothing, man. You’re just being so…how do I put this nicely?” He clicks his fingers enthusiastically. “You’re acting like a douchebag. Puras pendejadas, lo que estás haciendo.” The blue eyed boy shakes his head.

“I don’t know what you mean by that.” He walks away.

“It means you’re doing stupid shit for absolutely no reason. Take it from me, I’m married! I know what I’m talking about, and as your elder, I suggest apologizing. It’ll fix everything, trust me.” But Max only ignores him, already climbing into his car. As much as he would love to try and make things right with the woman he adores like a complete idiot, there’s always something that ruins it. Whether it’s you witty reminders, or your cruel ignorance.

Though, he feels like he’s going crazy. He can feel his hands itch as they beg to hug you the way they were used to. Or to kiss your plump lips, slightly red from your constant nibbles. You can feel his eyes on you as you cut up a group of vegetables, getting things ready for dinner. Like a tease, you bend down to pick up the bag of carrots that had just fallen. You giggle. “Whoops.”

Abruptly, he stands up. “I’m going to get in a small workout before we eat.” That’s all. Left there with your jaw on the floor, you slam the knife against the cutting board. 

You missed him. You’d be insane not to. You missed cuddling with him after a long day. You missed the way he would cradle your face to kiss you eagerly after every win. Now it’s almost as if you’re a couple of strangers with the way he keeps a careful distance. And if he wasn’t going to fix things, then you would force him to.

He hears you before he actually sees you. Not a single word escapes past your lips as you skip closer. His molars grind together when he notices your tiny skirt, paired with a tank top. Perky tits salute him as he holds back a groan. Smiling sweetly, you start to stretch. “Thought I’d join you. Didn’t want to eat without you.”

His heart squeezes, ghostly nodding. Adjusting himself on the bench, he starts his set of overhead presses. Loopy eyes circle his glistening muscles as he pants tiredly, shaky breaths bouncing off of him. You have to physically stop yourself from drooling an entire ocean. 

The blue eyed boy leads an impressive set, a thin layer of sweat coating him like a blanket. One you would gladly roll around in. Pursing your lips, your limbs feel extremely weak all of a sudden and decide to settle with laying down and bringing your legs up, skirt sliding down, exposing your soft skin. 

“So tight,” you whine when you reach up, muscles tied up in an uncomfortable spot. Intrigued, your boyfriend takes a peek and instantly curses, large hands gripping against the metal bar. He gulps. “Maxie, can you push my legs back for me?”

His breath hitches. “No. I’m sure you can do that yourself.”

Sitting up straight, you squint your beady eyes at him as he distracts himself by adding more weight to his set. You click your tongue, a menacing grin tugging at your pink lips. “Messed up, baby, you are messed up.”

Max curses himself for falling in love with someone as beautiful as you. It seriously messed him up a concerning amount. Suddenly there was no more cold demeanor when it came to you. That simply just belonged to the rest because you were everything to him.

“First, you’re too much of a pussy to admit your mistakes and now you’re too scared to get near me?” You scoff. “It’s all starting to add up.”

Except at this very moment.  

“And what exactly is that? If you don’t mind me asking.” 

Kneeling down onto the black mat, you stretch your arms out against it, and lay your back flat. You hum. “Oh.” You arch your back, ass angling upwards where his eyes quickly trace to. You smirk. “Nothing.”

If he weren’t so impressed by your bratty act, he would have definitely walked out on you. But you just looked so pretty, rosy, and you were glistening. He wonders what else there was on top of that. The Dutch moves on to a bench press. Huffing, he grits his teeth as he extends his arm before puffing and bringing them back down.

The 26 year old, despite your attempts, was as focused as he could possibly be. The adrenaline was lingering in his entire system as he kept his eyes trained upward. Chest locking tightly, muscles contracting. And then he hears it. Your tiny moans, soft whimpers.

The loud sound of him dropping the weight makes you jump up a bit before looking up. He finds you in your first position you had started with when you first stepped foot into the home gym. He can feel his cock press harshly against his white shorts. “Why are you…” He trails off when your mouth drops open, brows scrunching together. Your thighs beg to be kissed. Slippery arms tug your legs closer to you as you giggle. 

“My legs are too tight.” His chest tightens. “Help me get more flexible?” you press innocently as you signal for him to push your legs. “Please, Maxie.”

Sighing, he nods. As soon as he steps close to you, he can feel your pouring lust, fuck me eyes staring back up at his frame. Grabbing the heels of your feet, he pushes back as you groan. “Oh shit.” You laugh, chest vibrating against the mat. “I really needed the extra push.”

He grimaces. A silence lingers between you two before you wiggle your left foot against his palm. He raises a confused brow. I’m going to tuck it to my chest. Just hold the right one. Doing as instructed, you sigh in relief, lashes fluttering. He holds back a much needed grunt. “You’re telling me you couldn’t do this yourself?”

You nip the air. “We’re not all professional athletes, Max. I needed you.”

You can see how hard your implication is hitting him as his gaze darkens. And just as he’s about to reach out for you, you wiggle your brows. Next leg. Snapping out of trance, he eyes the way your skirt rides down your skin. In a swift movement, he lets go and takes a staggered step back. You grin. What’s wrong?

“You’re crazy.”

Standing up, you place both hands on your waist. “Why?”

Max doesn’t even recall when he pins you against the wall, your hair flying from the impactful blow, and yet, you’re smirking. Kissing you harshly, you groan, leaning against your tippy toes as you struggle to breath. He seems to be lost in your lips as he cradles your face, teeth clashing against yours at the filthy action. “You’re so beautiful,” he pants, blues staring back. “So fucking beautiful.”

Whimpering, you reach back out for him, plump lips attacking his thick neck as he sighs. The purple bruises were definitely something he would hound you on tomorrow, but for now that was the least of his worries. Admiring the colorful spot, you lick it slowly. He shudders. 

“I can suck something else, you know?”

You almost don’t recognize his growl, for you haven’t heard it in so long, that it catches you by surprise as he spins you around, bending you over the nearest counter, where his wall of protein stands. He hitches your skirt up as you gasp when his fingers slide inside of you. The way he stretches you out makes you see stars as you struggle to keep upward. 

“Wore this just for me, right? You knew it would drive me crazy?” His long fingers curl at the perfect angle as you nod. Yes, yes. I wore it just for you. I knew you’d like it. You squeal when he lifts you up, tits pressing against the cold marble, legs dangling like a doll. His doll. He watches the way you swallow his digits. “I fucking love it, baby…”

Then, he’s down on his knees as he wraps his lips around your clit. Moaning loudly, you press your cheek against the cool tiles, saliva dripping out of your mouth at the sensation. In your fucked up state, you still reach out for him as he grabs your hand. “You taste so sweet,” he hums. You’re close to crying when he pulls away, but calm down when he thrusts into you. 

The Dutch throws his head back as soon as your velvety walls wrap around his cock, the way you swallow him whole. Makes him hate himself for holding onto his pride for so long. For keeping you away. His heart races when you prop yourself on your elbows as stare back at him with tired, lustful eyes. He grins, slapping your ass as you yelp. You ass tilts up as he watches you struggle to keep up. 

Warm hands come up to keep you close to him as you bite down on your lip. “You’re a fucking brat, but God, I hate it because you were right. I pushed him off. I did, I did, I did…” His dirty hair sticks against his face as you bounce forward with every pound. “But he was making you laugh - smile - and I just couldn’t handle that.”

Your heart stops. This was news to you because there was no way the Max you knew so well would break his winning streak all due to a friendly encounter. He pecks your bare shoulder. “I don’t think you understand how much I love you.”

“Then show me.”

WIth that, he holds onto your hips with more grip as his tip brushes repeatedly against your g-spot. You’re a mess, but he’s loving every second of it. As soon as he wraps a large hand around your breast, you’re gone, spluttering white all around him as he follows. With a croaky groan, he slips out as you fall back to your original spot. He chuckles. He fixes your skirt before helping you sit up to face him. Your eyes crinkle. 

“You love me,” you say in a sing-song voice as you poke his dimple. I thought I made that clear. You scrunch your nose, pecking his face all over with sloppy kisses. He playfully winces, but accepts nonetheless. “You love me, love me. Why would you ever worry about me and Lando? You know he’s just a friend.”

His smile drops as it's replaced with a scowl. “I wasn’t worried, per se. I don’t like someone else making you laugh. That’s my job.”

Your brows arch. “What are you suggesting? That I just keep mute for the rest of my days, unless I’m with you?”

Max shrugs. “Sounds like a solid plan.”

You smack his chest as he throws his head back with laughter. “No. Not a solid anything. Max, I love you.”

“I know,” he whispers. 

“Okay,” you confirm, fixing your posture, lips pursing. “But please never do that again, that’s just plain out dangerous and crazy. A big no-no, Emilian.” He glares and your lips wobble childishly. “You love wins, and I love celebrating them with you. It just works.”

“You know what doesn’t work?” he retorts as he hugs you. You hum, comfortable against his warmness. “Not talking to me for four months, what were you thinking?” You push him away abruptly. We spoke! “But we didn’t fuck, and that’s the same thing.”

Crossing your arms, you roll your eyes as he stares back in awe. “If you keep this up then I’m going to crank it up to eight,” you threaten. 

The Dutch nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck before you cave in. “Let’s not do that. You’d be breaking my heart.”

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[sanarsi]

Kinktober Day 4

Food play

Marcus Acacius x prostitute!f!Reader

Gif credits @a7estrellas

Summary: General likes to brighten up his evenings with your companion. This time he's in the mood for more fun. Warnings: +18, MDNI, pureee smut, unprotected PIV, multi orgasm, food play, nipple play, soft!dom!Marcus, kinda dirty talk Wordcount: 1,3k An: I’m so sorry but I have no idea how to write like a BIG food play. It's totally soft, more of a tease than real play.

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He liked to watch you, taste you, penetrate you.

You were his favorite and that’s why you visited his chambers every night. At first you wondered, how on earth this man still had so much energy to do sex marathons for several hours.

You certainly weren't complaining, Marcus was the lover you never had, caring and charming. He never hurt you, which was rare in your profession. And despite all these years in your arms, he still hasn't gotten bored with you.

"That's right, little flower, lift those hips for me," he panted with satisfaction as he watched you ride him.

Sweat poured down your bodies, mixing with the several orgasms he had already whipped out of you. You were really tired but still had a big smile on your face as you showed him your best skills.

You wouldn't be able to sacrifice yourself for anyone like you did for him. The sight of bliss on his face as he watched your body with lust was worth the fact that you couldn't walk afterwards.

You rolled your hips, holding him deep inside you, and his body responded to the movement with strong shivers.

"Fuck, don’t do that," he hissed, tightening his grip on your thighs to stop you from moving any further.

"Why not? I thought you liked it," you gasped but as he wished, you returned to your previous movements.

"I love it," he corrected, "but I don't want to end our fun yet."

You smiled widely at those words and started using him for your pleasure again.

Marcus let you do that all the time because he loved it, when his cock brought you to such a state, that sometimes you forgot his name.

But today was different, today he just wanted to watch you and relax. He sat comfortably on his big bed, drinking wine, eating fruit and admiring the sight of your wet body.

Unfortunately, you liked his attention, when his hands roamed your body, when his lips were occupied yours.

So when he took another piece of peach, you perfidiously snatched it from his hand. He didn't say a word, watching with curiosity what you were going to do.

“Why do you give them more attention than me?” you asked, examining a piece of orange fruit. “Am I not as sweet as them?”

His lips parted in response but then your hand slowly began to slide up your stomach, leaving a wet trail of sweet juice in its wake. He followed the shiny strip with gaze, from which single drops flew, creating a path that ended between your legs.

“Because I’d like you to sink your teeth into me too.” You bit your lip, hiding your growing smile.

You continued to rock your hips gently, letting his tip tease the head of your uterus.

Your hand traveled higher and higher, between your breasts, to your nipple, which you slowly circled a few times so that it soaked in the sweetness of the peach. Marcus watched this as if hypnotized, still unable to answer you.

But he was able to act.

The moment you started to caress the other nipple, he sucked on the first one. You moaned, closing your eyes as he greedily began to lick the juices from your skin. With a grunt of pleasure he sucked, nibbled and licked sensitive flesh, causing a new wave of excitement to plan in your clit.

The slight grinding against him was enough for another orgasm to start building in your core. Your moans and new teases woke him up enough that he didn't want to just watch you anymore, so you had the desired effect.

"You're the sweetest thing I've ever had in my mouth, flower," he gasped before he got to the other nipple, letting another fulfillment take over your body. It got even wetter between your bodies as your climax shook your body.

He didn't even give you a moment's respite as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and forced your body into faster movements.

When your nipple was already standing hard in his mouth and all the juices were licked, he began to run his tongue along a trail that led up, through your neck and into your mouth.

He pulled away from you when he felt an obstacle in his path, a piece of peach resting between your lips. Eyes clouded with pleasure only enticed him to bite the protruding piece.

You moaned when his lips immediately attacked yours, pieces of fruit hitting your tongues connected in a thirsty dance.

You finally got the attention you wanted, your bodies pressed tightly together, sticking from yours and peach juices, his moans disappearing into your mouth as your walls continued to clench around him after your orgasm.

"You have me every day and you're still so thirsty," he growled and gripped you tighter. His cock began to enter you faster, the increasingly intense friction causing you to tremble.

“Marcus,” you groaned between moans and threw your head back.

His tongue was immediately on your skin, licking up the last of the sweetness. The sounds that left your lips were starting to drive him crazy. It was getting harder and harder to keep up the pace, your bodies were starting to slide against each other, but luckily you still had your tricks that worked perfectly in situations like this.

You rolled your hips on his cock and watched with a drunken look as the approaching abyss appeared on his face more and more clearly.

“I wanted to give you a break today but you’re so greedy,” he gasped and winced in pleasure as an orgasm slowly began to build in his core. “I think I raised a monster.”

You snorted at his words because he was right, before him, no one had been able to make you feel that way.

You both were breathing heavily as you worked towards your shared orgasm.

“But I like it that way,” he admitted with a blissful smile before you allowed yourself to sink into his mouth. The sweet taste of fruit still lingered on his tongue as it crept into your mouth.

The sheets beneath you were already soaked through, but Marcus had gotten used to the way your body responded so intensely to his closeness. In fact, he was flattered when he saw the embarrassed faces of his servants when they had to change his sheets day after day.

Your shuddering breath mingled with his as you chased your fulfillment. “Please,” you whispered, and that made him dig his fingers hard into your hips and help you bounce on his cock.

You both moaned at the intense feeling that carried you all the way to the end. Just a few loud slaps of skin against skin and a wave of fulfillment washed over your body. You began to tremble and gasp as you tensed in pleasure over and over again.

A throaty groan escaped him at the feeling of your pulsating pussy opening the gates to Olympus for him. His balls squeezed in a long awaited orgasm, leaving his seed inside you.

Breathing heavily, he rested his forehead against yours and allowed his cock to finally soften. After so many hours, a moment of respite was like salvation.

“You were wonderful,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his warm cheek.

You ran your fingers through his wet curls one last time before moving to stand up, but surprisingly his arms still held you tight. You smiled, looking at him with anticipation for him to let you leave, but he had no plans to do so.

“You’ll stay with me tonight.”

You were frozen at his words, as he had never allowed you to be more close than necessary before. But who were you to oppose his will?

“As you wish, my General.”

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[hemmingshouse]

you’re not my pizza / chris sturniolo

summary: chris had always felt a hatred towards you ever since you two met. little did you know that after your outburst he would finally come to his senses.

warnings: enemies to lovers (sorta?), cursing, yelling, angst, sappy!chris

pt. 2

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“this is what i told you all about!” you exclaimed happily as you finally found the tiktok you’d been searching for ever since you stepped foot into the sturniolo house hold. you found a tiktok trend you thought the boys would love to do and made it your mission to find the video to show them. “it’s gonna be so fuckin’ funny.”

chris was sat across from you at the kitchen island whilst matt and nick were on both sides of you. you straightened your arms so the two brothers were able to see what was going on. when you three giggled it caused chris to roll his eyes, shaking his head as he internally told himself to shut up instead of making a snarky remark about how annoying you and your unhealthy tiktok obsession were. you slid your phone towards chris with some hesitation, the guy never really checking the video your tiktok played on repeat.

“nah, i feel like we could actually nail that,” matt chuckled as he watched his younger brother, nick wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he patted your head in an agreement to matt’s statement. “chris? are you in?”

the youngest of three looked up from where he was texting away on his phone, unbothered with what you all just talked about and the way the video played on a loop right in front of him. he sighed, “if this is about that stupid tiktok idea of hers, i’m not doing it.”

nick scoffed and raised his eyebrows, “excuse you?” he started as he sat up straight, “drop that attitude motherfucker, at least she’s coming up with ideas whilst you’re sitting here doing absolutely nothing.”

it had always been easy getting along with matt and nick ever since you met them. you met nick in the local park nearby your house when he struggled to get the right angle for his new pictures and asked you to help him out. when you showed him the ones you took, he swore on his life that nobody besides you or his two brothers could take his instagram pictures.

matt showed you around the neighbourhood the first time he hung out with you after nick had told him you moved down from boston to la to persue your art career and didn’t really know anybody just yet. he drove you around, loving the way you two bonded over your love for root beers and pepperoni pizza. matt always found it fascinating to hear your stories about boston because your lives were so similar yet so different. it was crazy how you only lived in the same state and only a few blocks down the road from the sturniolo household, but never crossed paths once.

chris, on the other hand, was another story. because matt and nick took so much interest in their newest friend and tried to build up a good and healthy friendship with you, they sometimes spent less time with chris. he always declined tagging along in the beginning, being satisfied with the alone time and how quiet the house was without his two brothers, but when they started to bring you to their house he switched moods instantly.

you weren’t really sure why chris despised you as much as he did. you often let the boys be and did your own thing, yet chris was always nagging about how his brothers rarely ever spent time with him anymore. you tried to bail out of today as well as the previous time, but matt was already in your driveway to pick you up when you tried to cancel.

it was times like these where you weren’t fazed with anything chris had to say. somehow and some way, that kid always tried to get under your skin and you always let him because you were scared his brothers were going to pick his side and drop you instantly.

but this time, you’ve had enough. you narrowed your eyes at chris as he looked almost proud of himself for spitting out another nasty remark. you ticked your head to the side before speaking up. “you’ve been yapping all fucking day and running your mouth, yet you fail to come up with something that actually makes sense? or something that’s gonna benefit you and your brothers. don’t fucking talk to me like that.”

matt’s mouth dropped and nick let out a yell at your comeback, slapping his hands over his mouth as he looked back and forth between you and chris. the smirk on chris’s lips turned into a thin line, his fingers creating a dent into the pepsi can he was currently holding because of how infuriated you got him by running your mouth.

“what the fuck was that?” he spoke up, eyebrows raised cockily as he leaned forward onto the marble kitchen island. “didn’t you learn to be quiet when it’s not your turn to talk?”

nick was gonna shut his brother’s behaviour down by stepping in and getting a word in, but you shot him a quick look not to. you turned your head back to meet a cold gaze, grin dancing on chris’s lips. “didn’t you learn to say thank you when someone tries to sort out your shit? you’re a fucking asshole and quite frankly, i’m fucking done with how you’re treating me.”

you stepped down from the high bar stool and grabbed your phone off the counter from where matt placed it back in front of you after saving the tiktok video you spent ages searching for after chris didn’t take a single look at it.

“y/n..” matt spoke up quietly, grasping your hand in his when you tried to reach for your house keys. “i’m sorry he’s such a shitface. please stay?”

“he can never help but be an egocentric little shithead when he doesn’t get his way,” nick spoke up disappointingly, running a hand through his hair as he took a look at their youngest brother. “i can’t believe your pathetic ass.”

you shook your head and sent matt an apologetic smile, squeezing his hand quickly before reaching for your purse that hugh from the bar stool. “i was never gonna get through his thick skull to begin with.”

“oh look, she’s walking away from confrontation again!” chris exclaimed as he shook his head in disbelief and sat back in his chair. he earned a smack on the back of the head from nick and a middle finger and deep, disappointed sigh from matt.

“luckily for you, i won’t ever step a foot into this house when you’re in it. you fucking win, christopher. i can’t be fucked with your bullshit anymore.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

it must’ve been a week and a few days since you left the sturniolo household in a rush to get to your uber before anyone noticed you were sobbing your eyes sore on the way out. matt offered to drive you home, but you didn’t want him to get into a fight with chris for choosing your side.

you hated the way chris put you down every time, the way his face would scrunch up in pure disgust whenever you’d say or do something he wasn’t a fan off. you couldn’t brush it off anymore, it had gotten too much.

you just submitted an essay for your art course and decided you’d order yourself a pizza and watch a few episodes of your favourite show to try and relax a little. his words were glued inside your brain and it was hard to not think about them, they truly broke your heart. finding comfort in your favourite food and show seemed like a good thing right now.

matt and nick profusely apologised for their brother’s behaviour. matt had told you they both wouldn’t speak to him until chris came to his senses and would apologise to you. both of you were aware that was a big thing because he despised your guts - why would he ever apologise?

nick was on another level. he had ditched every single plan he and chris made the past few days, just so his brother was able to feel what it felt like to be downgraded the way he did with you. nick’s stubbornness surely made you feel a bit better, but it made you feel a bit torn. even if chris was a major asshole to you, you didn’t want the bond he had with his brothers to get abandoned because of you.

a knock on the stoor caused you to slip out of the trance you were in. you sighed softly and put yourself together before walking towards your front door to collect your doughy pepperoni pizza.

you swung the door open and plastered the smallest smile on your face, one that immediately fell when you saw him standing in the door frame. a sigh fell from your mouth, not wanting to deal with his shit right now. “you’re not my pizza.”

chris bit the inside of his cheek, knowing you were going to get grumpy when he interrupted your peaceful evening. “uhm- no- i’m not no,” he coughed, shaking his head. “hey uhm- i felt the need to apologise.”

you narrowed your eyes, “is that because you’re actually sorry or because you want your brothers to treat you normally again?” you asked him sternly, noticing how his hands slid into the pockets of his black joggers as he rocked back and forth onto his feet.

“i acted like an asshole,” he stated with a nod, “i’ve- like always been an asshole towards you and i’m truly sorry for making you feel the way i always did,” chris spoke softly, “look y/n- we’re so similiar in too many ways and i- i don’t know, it’s just scary to think i’m replaceable.”

“have you been practicing this in the mirror or something? it’s coming out a lil’ too rehearsed,” you yold him seriously, although there was the slightest teasing hint in your voice. “what do you mean by too similar?”

chris was surprised when you stepped out of the way to let him into your apartment, clearing his throat as he took off his converse near the front door. “we share the same interests, have the same fucked up sense of humour and we always yap everyone’s ears off,” he rambled on as you lead him towards the living room, “whenever- i’m- when you’d be at our place i’d always feel a bit left out,” he scratched the back of his neck, “you’re such a fun person to be around and- i don’t know, it felt like matt and nick chose you over me sometimes. i know that’s not your fault at all now, but i took it out on you because that- fuck- that was just the easiest way to deal with it.”

his words caused your heart to break a little. the frown on his face, scrunched up eyebrows and a hurtful look in his eyes made you feel so guilty for being so unaware of this all. you sat him down on the couch, clearing your throat.

“i’m so sorry you feel that way, chris,” you spoke softly, fiddling with the ring in your middle finger, “that was never my intention to begin with. i always hung out with y’all because i found you interesting - like matt and nick always told me we’d get along so well and i find it sad we never truly got around to actually hanging out because you always brushed me off so fucking hard.”

the brunette nodded his head, “i know,” he agreed, “i now know i should’ve gotten to know you before i came to a conclusion. i feel so stupid and i’m so so sorry, i can’t begin to understand how fucked up i made you feel.”

the way he was nervously fidgeting with the material of his joggers and how he ran his hand through his hair three times in the past minute made you realise that he couldn’t be more genuine than he was right now. you made a mental note to thank matt and nick for putting some sense into him as well, but the anxious boy on your couch was now your main priority.

“it’s alright chris,” you smiled softly as you reached forward to brush your thumb across his knuckles in a hope it would calm him down slightly, “thanks for apologising and coming here to explain yourself.”

he chuckled, “matt and nick not talking to me made me think about every encounter we had and i must say - i was kinda proud of you for sticking up for yourself last week.”

it caused you to let out a laugh before chris hesitantly turned his hand so your palms lay flat against each other’s. you were able to see he was trying to figure out if what he was doing was too much or not, so you took it upon yourself to tangle your fingers together with his. “really?” you shook your head with a smile, “was about damn time i scolded at your for being a fucking dick.”

chris laughed and nodded his head in agreement, softly brushing a thumb across your knuckles as a soft rosy blush spread onto his cheeks. you figured it was because you had never been this close before - this being the first time he actually felt physical contact from you. it caused a tingle to run up your spine as chris watched your every move.

chris found it important to read your body language to know if he was crossing the line with you - this new type of friendship making him wonder if it was okay for him to grab your hand or pull you in a friendly hug. he had never found himself wondering what it would be like to be this close to you, your breath fanning his lips and his knee brushing your bare one.

“i’m happy you did,” he spoke up, voice quiet, “we wouldn’t have been here if you didn’t.”

the way your eyes were darting back and forth between his lips and his eyes made your heartbeat race faster than you could ever recall. you weren’t sure why you suddenly felt so fucking attracted to him, but chris showing his vulnerable side must have ignited something in you.

his free hand reached upwards to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear, fingertips softly grazing your cheek. you leaned into his touch while keeping eye contact with him, noticing how he hesitantly started leaning in a bit more. “you’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, hand sliding down to cup your jaw and a thumb running across your soft lips.

you let out a shaky sigh, feeling yourself get worked up with the way chris was holding your face and keeping eye contract throughout it all. it felt surreal to have him this close after all you two encountered, but it also felt extremely good to let go of the hatred you felt for him - ready to have so many other feelings towards the youngest sturniolo.

“if you want me to stop, i suggest you do it now,” he inhaled sharply, “i don’t know if i can stop after i start.”

his words caused your head to spin as his free hand now cupped the other side of your jaw, thumbs resting on your cheeks. you closed your eyes for a few seconds before you looked at him again, “i don’t want you to stop, chris.”

the way you finally called him by his nickname more than once today made him feel all giddy inside as you usually only called him christopher or the occasional motherfucker when you were pissed at him.

he quickly licked his lips as he felt your fingers curl around his wrists, nose lightly nudging yours to test the waters slightly. when he noticed your breath hitch in your throat, chris knew you wanted it as much as he did.

his lips brushed yours every so slightly, loving the way your lip balm slightly got smudged because of his actions. chris was about to deepen the kiss by fully pressing his lips to yours, but got rudely interrupted when the doorbell rang.

he let out a groan and it caused you to giggle, still holding onto his wrists. “i reckon you’re staying over for dinner then?”



✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

do we do a smutty part two? ;)

[littlesunshine1223]

Hey, I was wondering if you can do hcs on Stu Macher, Billy Loomis, and Tatum Riley? :)

Billy Loomis/Stu Macher Headcanons

[Sorry I’m not used to writing for Tatum]

Billy Loomis

SFW

- no matter how tough he acts all you have to do to drop that act is to kiss him and play with his hair

- some days most of the time he’s worried that you’re going to leave him for someone new

- he loves cuddles and watching horror movies with you while eating junk food

- if anyone hurts you or is making stupid hurtful side comments then their bodies will never be found

- will rarely do PDA in public unless he gets jealous from all the random people staring at you while you’re both just trying to buy snacks

- loves cuddles and another thing he’ll never admit till the day he dies is that he absolutely loves being the small spoon

- he always sneaks into your room through your window just so he can tell you in person that he loves you

- for Halloween you always try to talk him into wearing the couples costumes, he secretly enjoys them but will never admit it

- if you find out he’s Ghostface then his tough guy act will crumble and he’ll beg you to not tell anyone or leave him

- if you don’t know he’s Ghostface then he’ll just use the excuse of Stu needed something or he had to go see what his dad wanted back at home

NSFW

- sometimes if he’s really in the mood while watching a movie then he’ll recreate the classic horror movie sex scene with you

- wanna get noises from him? Praise him, ride him till he’s shooting blanks, and to put the cherry on top cover him in hickeys

- more than likely he loves having the sense of control but if you want to take the lead for a night then he might let you

- we all already know what some of his kinks are: Knife kink, blood kink, dirty talk, overstimulation, hair pulling, and edging

- he will try to act like a brat no matter what but all you have to do is go down on him and suck out all the brat in him

- he’s a messy eater ;)

- he’s gotten cum-drunk from you numerous times and has the prettiest blissed out eyes as he babbles about how good you taste

- if he got a little roughed up after killing someone then he will love you more than ever if you kiss his bandages wounds and bruises while slowly and gently riding him

- one thing that melts his mind is whenever he sees you wearing his Ghostface mask and jacking him off after he first wakes up in the mornings

- if it’s your first time then he’ll be careful with you and hold your hand the whole time

Stu Macher

SFW

- he’s a massive cuddle bug and PDA happens all the time just because he has a lot of love to give you

- Just like Billy he loves to cuddle with you and watch horror movies while eating as much junk food as possible

- he absolutely adores when you yelp and snuggle closer to him when you get scared during a movie

- he loves to sneak in through your window and snuggle up to you, whining about how you need to warm him up because it’s cold out

- one night he showed up later than usual after you had already locked the window and magically that next morning you woke up to him starfished on top of you in bed (he refuses to tell you how he got in)

- if someone’s causing you problems then they randomly disappear the next day, never to be seen or heard from again

- he’s the human version of a golden retriever, he’ll do what you tell him, he’s adores affection, and he follows you around as your protector in case something goes bad

- he “accidentally” leaves his sweaters at your house for you to wear

- if you know he’s Ghostface then he’ll wrap his long arms and legs around you and give you the puppy dog eyes while begging for you not to leave him

- if you don’t know he’s Ghostface then he’ll keep it like that for as long as possible because he doesn’t know how you’d react

NSFW

- he loves when you ride him, something about it just melts his brain

- he loves to cover you in hickeys and pin you to the bed just to tease you

- just like Billy, he’s a messy eater too ;)

- one of his favorite things is when you’re shivering in pleasure beneath him after he just railed you into his mattress

- depending on his mood he might act like a brat or he’ll submit to everything you say (there’s no in between)

- if he’s been teasing you too much then pin him to the bed and ride/rail him till he’s sobbing in pleasure and babbling for more

- he has invited Billy to have a three way (after making sure you’re comfortable with that)

- the more you overstim him the louder he gets

- a great way to get him to make noise is by dirty talking him, spanking him, praising him, and wearing his Ghostface mask while doing all of that

- if it’s your first time then he’ll make sure to stretch you all the way out and use extra lube in case you’re very sensitive

[anadiasmount]

day in the life w bf!jude but your sick and not well/feeling so down. jude being all caring and protecting while you are mentally drained and hurt (like my throat LMAO) he’s all taking care of you and immediately on bf protection mode. when you wake up, to when you’re both out, to when you’re both visiting his moms, showering, to when it’s time for bed . then before bed he’s holding you so comfortably, endlessly asking if your okay or if you need anything or to take your thoughts on the pain away, asking you want to watch something w him?

would be the biggest and softest bf ever :(( NEED HIM NOW 😔😔

it was strange to jude you hadn’t woken up early, in the kitchen either on your online class or making your gifted smoothies. it was almost 11am when jude returned from his morning run, walking into your shared room where your were completely tucked in your sheets, head barely peaking as you slept.

jude frowned, walking quietly and sitting on the bed, where you didn’t budge. “y/n? darling? you okay?” he whispered, brushing his fingers on your cheek and tucking your messy and all over the place hair back. you groaned turning away from him, ducking under the covers, “let me sleep! it’s so early jude!” you complain.

“it’s almost 11:30 love…” jude reclaimed, running his hand and massaging the middle of your bare back. “so? still early…” you tried to defend but ended up sneezing and sniffling. “are you sick?” asked jude, immediately opening your night desk drawer and looking for cold and flu pills. it explained your mood and tiredness.

“shh stop talking… my head hurts really bad jude,” you whined, covering your ears. you hated being sick, and it was super rare when you did. though when you were, it was the worst. constant headaches, runny nose all day, congested nose and throat, and body chills, aches all over, which made it hard to do anything. “sit up for me, i have some medicine,” jude ordered listening to your protest but doing as he said.

he opened the bottled water, placing the 2 pills in your mouth and helping you so the water wouldn’t fall or spill. your eyes remained closed, knowing the light would cause more pain. jude gently rubbed your eyes, and brought you to his chest. “promise you, you’ll feel better soon…” he placed a kiss on your temple, rubbing the sides of your arms, “especially if you take a hot bath and eat something.”

“i’m not hungry,” you dismissed shaking your head, “i know but the medicine won’t have any affect if you have no food here,” jude tickled your tummy hearing you let out a small giggle. “drink more water,” he helped you again, seeing as you almost drank it all. “cmon i have to shower too, i’ll help you baby,” he picked and helped you to the bath.

jude softly scrubbed your skin and washed your hair, paying close attention to you being soft with his movements. he loved to take care of you, returning the affection especially when you did it to him after his games or long travels. he massaged your back and neck, feeling the tension go away after. “it feels so nice jude,” you praise, wanting to return the favor but he wouldn’t allow you, saying he didn’t want you to lift a finger.

jude then also helped with your hair care and skincare, knowing you would cause a fuss if you didn’t at least have any moisturizer on. helping you change into some loose and comfortable clothes after rubbing your skin with lotion. “do you want some herbal tea your mom brought us? it will make you be able to digest some food and clear your sinus?” jude spoke softly, seeing as you nodded.

while he prepared and made some soup, he brought you a warm blanket and your tea, setting it down along with some cookies, and antibiotics incase you had an infection or virus. “do you need any help?” you pout feeling bad as he was doing all this work after his game the day before. “no love, i have it handled. i just want you to rest okay? you need to or else how are you going to get better?” he quoted your words when he was injured. you let out a small smile, “thank you, handsome,” your leaned up and hugged him tight.

“we still have stuff to do. we need to go grocery shopping and visit your mom, i promised her to join her later today,” you recalled, sitting up and holding your head. “you can’t go out like this!-”

“i wasn’t asking. i was telling you. i have put it off for so long and there’s barely any groceries left. it will be quick and easy, same with your mom! she needs one on one girl talk and i haven’t seen her in so long,” you tell jude to where he rolls his eyes at your stubbornness. “one on one girl talk? about what?”

“it’s called one on one girl talk for a reason jude… we can leave a little later okay? i’m feeling way better compared to the morning,” you admit, standing up but jude ushers you to sit down, taking your mug to the sink and washing it for you. “i can’t talk this one out of you right?”

“nope,” you deadpanned.

jude made your warm soup, organizing and cleaning up the kitchen so it wouldn’t be a mess. writing down stuff that was missing from the refrigerator, pantry, and other necessities, making note to also refill your medicines. he insisted you wear a jacket, knowing the grocery store would be cold and he couldn’t risk you getting a deep cough and sickness.

“what else is left?” jude asked, placing different veggies in their bags into the cart. he was in charge of bagging and you crossing off items on the list. “new toothpaste, cases of waters and juice, and your snacks,” you read off, following jude as he filled the bottom with water and juice like you said.

“i know i can be annoying when im sick, but thank you for taking care of me,” you said, feeling overwhelmed with joy and happiness to have a boyfriend like jude. he was patient, loving, helping, and sooo protective. he wanted you to feel safe and cared for by his side and he never failed to do that.

“see that’s what we’re not going to do,” said jude when you rejected his kiss, he grabbed your face a placed a messy kiss on your lips. “don’t care if i get sick, just need you to know i’ll do anything for you okay? sick or not,” jude hugged you, as you waited in line to pay.

after returning home and unpacking, you took a small and well needed nap. jude doing some laundry and placing it where it goes, watering your plants and worked out. he also took you to his moms after you insisted, where you guys talked for hours and then did some re-arranging in the house. if there was one thing jude loved, it was watching his two favorite girls get along so well, sharing laughs and making new memories.

you fell asleep once again in the car ride home on jude’s lap, jude massaging your scalp where you fell into a deeper sleep. he carried you to the room again, changing you into a long sleeve and some shorts, also helping you brush your teeth and take the night pills for your cold and headache. “wait for me here okay? gonna make sure everything is off,” he kissed your head.

he brought back a warm blanket and waters, doing his own night routine before joining you in bed. you immediately looked and seemed for comfort on him, resting your side and head on his chest, eyes closing softly wanting to stay up with up. jude held you tight, so in love and infatuated with your beauty even when sick.

“how are you feeling?” jude asked, running his hand along your spine, tracing shapes, and holding you close to him. “mmm better, but my headache returned in the car… and before you worry, the medicine is helping though,” you reassured him, knowing he would be quick to jump out the bed to help you. you loved when he was clingy and just so protective like this. especially when it was about you. “i’m gonna be waking up every now and then to check in on you okay? if you don’t feel better by tomorrow we’re booking an appointment,” he said seriously.

“okay jude,” you nodded, your hand resting on his chest as you felt your sleep return again. it was a long night for you the day before, so sleep is what you planned to do this night, to catch up on it. “if you don’t feel good, just me me know okay? i don’t care if it’s the smallest pain or ache.”

“i promise i will jude.”

“do you need anything else before we go to sleep?” he whispered, “no jude. im right where i want to be,” you smiled, kissing his chest and then a longing kiss on his lips. “we can watch a movie in the mean time? your choice,” you relaxed in his hold, grabbing the remote for him. jude scrolled and scrolled for minutes, finding the perfect movie to end the hectic day.

not even 5 minutes in, you had fell asleep, brows pulled in and a small pout as you rested soundly. you tried to stay up for him but the medics had done it’s job and jude couldn’t complain. him to was tired, after watching a few more minutes he turned off the tv, charging your phones and bringing you up close to him, careful to not wake you.

“sweet dreams darling…”

[norman-fucking-reedus]

NORMAN FUCKING REEDUS

ENJOY THE THINGS I WROTE DURING MY TIME HERE!

MY WORKS

sweet - ❤️ spicy - ❤️‍🔥 sad - ❤️‍🩹

ONESHOTS & BLURBS ↓

BREEDING KINK ❤️‍🔥

MOTORCYCLE SEX❤️‍🔥

PANTY SNIFFING KINK❤️‍🔥

CREAMPIES❤️‍🔥

POST-ORGASM CRIER❤️‍🔥

TIT FUCKING KINK❤️‍🔥

DARYL W A DICK PIERCING ❤️‍🔥

ORGASM KINK❤️‍🔥

PRAISE KINK❤️❤️‍🔥

DYING WITH DARYL ❤️‍🩹

SAD DARYL ❤️❤️‍🩹

SLEEPY DARYL❤️❤️‍🩹

MINI STORIES ↓

GROWN UPS ❤️‍🔥

ON YOUR KNEES ❤️‍🔥

THIGH RIDING❤️‍🔥

THIGH FUCKING❤️‍🔥

NEW CROSSBOW❤️

STAINED RED (VALENTINES DAY)❤️❤️‍🔥

ORAL FIXATION (REUPLOADED)❤️‍🔥

ACCIDENTAL STIMULATION ❤️❤️‍🔥

BUSY BEE ❤️‍🔥

DARYL WORSHIPS YOU❤️❤️‍🔥

VIRGIN DARYL❤️‍🔥

MAMAS BOY❤️❤️‍🩹

SWEET LITTLE SINNER ❤️‍🔥

ITS JUST A BODY OF YEARS ❤️‍🩹❤️❤️‍🔥

SERIES ↓

GIRLDADDY DARYL❤️

MORE GIRLDADDY DARYL❤️

MORE MORE GIRLDADDY DARYL❤️

CHILDISH DARYL ❤️

MORE CHILDISH DARYL❤️

HE ATE MY HEART (vamp!daryl) ❤️‍🔥

MOOD BOARDS ↓

FEM JUDAS (Moodboard)❤️

ONESHOTS & BLURBS ↓

SCUD HEADCANONS ❤️‍🔥

MORE SCUD HEADCANONS ❤️‍🔥

PEGGING SCUD❤️‍🔥

BOTTOM SCUD (Male Reader) ❤️‍🔥

BOOB GUY SCUD❤️‍🔥

MINI STORIES ↓

SCUD ‘BORROWING’ YOUR STRAP ❤️‍🔥

SCUD RIDING YOUR STRAP ❤️❤️‍🔥

LIGHTS CAMERA ACTION ❤️‍🔥

STORIES ↓

THE NEW GIRL ❤️❤️‍🔥

☆- Beginner x reader writer, professional smut writer

☆- I’m a black writer, so I tend to keep my work’s appearance neutral, however I can write for everyone!

☆- Don’t you come on my blog with no bs at yo ole big ass age.. I do and will argue tf back cause this is my page, these are my thoughts, and if you don’t like it kindly take yours somewhere else cause im not the one🙃

☆- This is a Daryl/Norman centered page due to the serious brain rot I have.

☆- I will NOT write about the following:

Rape/SA

Domestic abuse/any type of abuse (unless its in the past)

Child porn as in the reader barely pushing 18 and Daryl’s like 56.

If i ever write about virgins it won’t be some innocent little girl act cause thats just really weird dawg

Piss kinks…

I want to do insanely whoreish things to that man, I’m willing to write about everything else.

☆- Daryl is definitely a switch, so my works vary from submissive to dominant.

☆- Very rarely will I use “Y/n” in my works. Not only because I literally read it as Yn, I feel like Daryl is a hardcore petname giver and would rarely call you by your name.

[stsgluver]

tags. criminal mind!au, gojo x reader, unestablished relationship, mentions of blood, slight angst

"stop hovering."

there had to be at least two dozen emergency staff buzzing around you, ranging from medical to the fbi. everyone had a role to play in aiding the injured and ensuring no one else died tonight.

your job, for the most part, was complete. you'd profiled and detained the unsub and, although the adrenaline racing through your body had you on high alert still, you were more than ready to climb into your hotel bed.

"gojo," you called out the name of your white-haired colleague after he didn't respond to you. he wasn't listening, too focused on the movements of the paramedic who was sterilising the cuts on your arm and forehead. luckily, you didn't require any stitches. "satoru."

his first name, which you ever so rarely used while on duty, had him at least making eye contact with you. he wasn't injured but he definitely needed to shower - there was dirt staining his face and hair.

"i’m fine," you repeated for what felt like the millionth time. you loved your team, you really did, but you all worked the same dangerous job that came with the same dangerous risks. you came out of the ordeal as unscathed as you possibly could've been and while you were grateful for their concern, there needn't be any.

“barely," gojo muttered, electric blue eyes tracing the cut on your forehead that had yet to be cleaned, the blood still staining your skin.

you lightly shook your head, "that’s an exaggeration."

that set gojo out of whatever daze he'd been in as he frowned at you. "is it? what if i’d been another thirty seconds?"

out of everyone on the team, gojo was your favourite for several reasons. whilst yes, there was the obvious closeness between the two of you as your similar age had meant you'd quickly become close friends, there was also his attitude. it was rare that you ever saw gojo so serious, always finding a way to lighten up the mood no matter how dark or twisted your job gets.

this, however, was not lightening any mood, and you felt a pang of guilt that you were the cause of his unease.

"but you weren’t," you countered softly, trying not to sound like you were arguing or dismissing his worry.

you'd entered the building alone - inside was the unsub and a hostage and no one else would be on site for at least a few more minutes. the kidnapped girl did not have that time so you risked it.

after an altercation with the unsub, the hostage had managed to run free but you'd been left pinned down on the ground with a gun pointing at your forehead. no amount of negotiating could talk them through the psychological break they were experiencing so it was very likely that had gojo not shown up and put a bullet through him that you may died tonight.

but he did show up. he always did.

"yaga didn’t give you clearance."

"i know he’s already lectured me." it was exactly what you had wanted as gojo had helped you out of the building. he'd even stood by you as yaga spoking, supporting most of your weight as you'd twisted your ankle. "i don’t need to hear it twice."

"don’t you? i-" gojo stopped himself for a moment, running his hands through his hair as he so often did when he was frustrated. "we could’ve lost you." you felt bad for the poor paramedic who probably just wanted to get their job done and not have to listen to your quarrel.

"i’m fine satoru." you felt like a broken record.

your insistence wasn't enough for him to overcome his anger towards you and you had to fight off any tears as you watched him storm off into the crowd of people around you.

[midnightwriter21]

demon slayer hcs: tanjiro as a boyfriend

characters: fem!reader x tanjiro

warnings: language, nsfw themes (no real smut)

AN: tanjiro is aged up!! we don’t date children in this house sry.

TANJIRO

um best bf ever

he’s an angel sent from heaven

cuddle bug fr

you are NOT getting out of bed before he’s ready

you gotta pee??

u gotta beg him to let u get up

like? uh my guy we’re finna be cuddling in a puddle if u don’t remove ur arm and let me SPRINT to the bathroom asap

mans just wants to hold you a little while longer

introduces you to inosuke and zenitsu ofc

wants you to get along with his friends SO bad

but

he knows they can be a lil overwhelming

so he will attempt

i said attempt

to make them behave themselves

they will not behave themselves

inosuke is tryna throw hands

zenitsu is alrdy asking for ur hand in marriage

and oh?

tanjiro baby is ur eye twitching?

and u got a vein popping outta ur forehead honey are u okay?

dude doesn’t get mad often

and he’s not mad at u

but zenitsu better back off rn

cause tanjiro

well he’s gonna make sure zenitsu gets it through his head that you are NOT marrying him

not violently!!

well he might stick inosuke on him

“inosuke! zenitsu said he’s stronger than you!”

que the one sided smackdown

anyways

he introduces you to nezuko wayyyyy later

she’s his baby sister who also happens to be a demon

which is pretty startling if u ask me

like “this is my baby sister nezuko!”

“she’s a demon with crazy blood fire powers! :)”

very important to him that y’all get along

which you do

cause how could u not

nezuko is the sweetest thing

god the kamado family could rot ur teeth

NICKNAMESSSSS:

there’s a million of them

my love, darling, sweetheart, honey, flower, bUNNY

ik that the bunny nickname is so over used but something abt it gets me GOINGGG

rarely calls u by ur real name unless something serious is happening

always a pet name

dude knows how to handle u and ur emotions

that sniffer he has

yeah

ur happy? sad? angry?

he smells it

personally i think that jealousy coming from u is his favorite scent

it’s got it’s own distinct smell but it’s mixed with a little bit of anger too

when he first smelled it he couldn’t figure out wtf u were feeling

but when he finally put it together

turned bright red

like “she cares about me THAT much”

“to where she gets angry?”

surprised that u get jealous over him for some reason

which is wierd asf cause if tanjiro was my bf? i’m never letting him outta my SIGHT

hands will be thrown w any bitch that tries to speak to him

anywayyyyyssss

into the NASTY DIRTY

remember he’s aged up!!

the softest service dom that has ever dommed

he’s the guy that gets pleasure from giving u pleasure

and when i mean giving u pleasure

i mean ur gonna be in tears by the end of it

it’s too much for you?

“oh honey i know you can take it”

“sweet girl you can give me one more i know you can”

one more is not one more

one more is as many as tanjiro wants.

overstimulation is the tanji’s fav

and back to that nose of his

LMFAO there is no hiding it when ur in the mood

mans can smell it from a mile away

but don’t worry he’s gonna take care of u ;)

aftercare omg

he’s so sweet

running u a BUBBLE BATH

lighting candles

massages

watch out cause those massages can get u back in the same situation that put u here in the first place

uh oh here comes the cuddle monster once again

ugh i want a tanjiro so bad

[foreingersgod]

Can you write about CC inspired by the song Nobody Gets Me by Sza

Like how your the only one she opens up to and completely trusts

Nobody gets me . CC

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

synopsis: nobody gets me by sza

A/N: avoided the angsty part of this song cause i feel like i’ve been in too much of an angsty mood LMAO! enjoy loves !

for a while, you and caitlin had an on and off relationship. sometimes you only got together just to hook up, at some point you tried being official for while, but nothing had ever really stuck and you just continued on with your normal back and forth routine. it worked well for the both of you, too busy with school and basketball that you didn’t want to pester each other with means of labeling your relationship. but you found comfort within each other and practically spent every waking moment with one another. to be completely transparent, you’d always had really intense feelings for her, but you didn’t want to ruin such a beautiful thing you had had with her already.

graduation was approaching swiftly, and you found that the two of you were hanging out much less often. cait was dealing with the championship and procrastinating saying her goodbyes to her team. and you were finishing up your studies and internships. when she did come over, though, she was extremely exhausted and distant.

you had sensed that something was bothering her, but you didn’t want to push it. knowing caitlin, she got stressed and overwhelmed about a lot of things and she hardly ever talked about it. when she did speak about what was on her mind she had to do it on her own terms.

on one particular wednesday night, however, she had shown up at your door in tears. a rare scene to behold. you’d never seen her cry unless it was after a huge loss for iow, but even then, it wasn’t like this. she was hiccuping from the sobs, with her face red from running her hands down her face.

“caitlin…hey what’s going on?” she said nothing as you immediately ushered her into your apartment. you got her situated on your couch, telling you’d be just a second and you were going to grab her some tissues and water.

“no!” she cried, grabbing your wrist as you attempted to leave “don’t leave me please”

you sat down next to her, extremely worried. “i won’t, im right here, are you sure you don’t want anything?”

she shook her head violently and collapsed into you. her face hidden somewhere between your neck and shoulder, trying to suppress her sobs. her whole body shook as she continued crying, you rubbed her back and smoothed her hair, trying to calm her down.

“cait, you’re making me nervous, what’s going on?” you urged again.

“i’m so scared, YN” you grabbed her shoulders and forced her to look at you.

“of what?”

“of this” you looked at her extremely confused. “of graduating, of moving on, of saying goodbye to the team…”

“cait those are very normal things to be upset about, you shouldn’t have to be scared to continue on this amazing path you’re-” wiping away some of her tears with your thumb, you tired to comfort her before she cut you off abruptly.

“but i’m scared of losing you” her eyes squeezed shut in frustration, so overwhelmed by with these feelings coming out all at once.

“me? what are you talking about?”

“i just-” she tried to steady her breathe “i’ve realized that i haven’t taken this thing we’ve had seriously enough. i-i’ve been thinking about what’s going to happen when we go our separate ways…and i don’t want that YN, i don’t think i can be without you.”

“hey,” you grabbed her hand “i’ll always be here, we’ll still call and text and when you’re in town we can grab lunch! i’m not just gonna stop being your friend, silly!”

“but i don’t want to be your friend!”

you were struck with shock at her statement, completely unaware of where this was all coming from.

“the closer we get to separating from each other, the more i’ve become of aware of how much i’m fucking in love with you”

her eyes were studying your facial features, trying to pull a reaction from you, but you stood completely starstruck.

“nobody gets me like you do,” her voice cracking, close to crying again. “i don’t think i can be away from you. im scared it’s too late and i don’t want to lose what’s left of you..of what we have. and, i’ll be honest, i don’t want to see you with anyone else but me. nobody gets me like you do, im serious. i only like myself when i’m with you”

you felt yourself about to cry too, you had no idea she felt this way.

“you’re the only one i can actually be myself with. and you’re the only person i want to be around every second of the day. and i know it sounds crazy, and i don’t expect you to put everything on hold just because i’m sitting here crying and dropping this huge love bomb on you but i-”

you cut her off, throwing your arms around her shoulders, and pulling her into a gentle kiss. you could feel your tears mix together as you desperately pulled her in closer. after wanting her all to yourself, your feeling were finally reciprocated and it felt like you were on cloud 9.

“i love you, caitlin” you pulled away, smiling “i’m not going to leave you”

“thank you,” she said with her tears finally dried “for loving me, for trusting me, and for staying. i don’t think i could make it without you”

she stayed the night at your place that night. she told you about all the stuff she had kept hidden away when she started becoming distant; she told you about the stress of classes and the team and the draft. everything. she felt like she could stay up all night with you and completely e open up to you because nobody gets her like you do.

[ducktoo]

Syncing Dream [Aespa x M!Reader]

27. Terror in Tokyo

Note: wooo fight time part 2

Masterlist here

As Y/n was getting ready to finally collapse on his bed after a long day out in Akihabara, a soft knock echoed from the door. He rubbed his eyes, wondering who could possibly want anything this late. Opening the door, he was met with Winter and Ningning standing there with mischievous grins on their faces.

"Y/n-oppa, you’re not gonna like this," Ningning started, leaning casually against the doorframe. “But we’re going clubbing.”

Y/n blinked, his brain still catching up. “Wait… what? Clubbing? Now?”

Winter, who normally didn’t suggest such things, nodded with a nonchalant shrug. “Yeah. We’ve had a long week, and we want to blow off some steam. But... we need a bodyguard, so you’re coming, idiot.”

Y/n crossed his arms, eyeing Winter suspiciously. “You, clubbing? Really? I thought you hated those kinds of places.”

Winter chuckled, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I’m not a fan. But I’ll only go if you or the members come with me.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. This was a side of Winter he hadn’t expected. She was usually more of the homebody, preferring to chill in the dorm with movies or video games. “You’re serious?”

Winter nodded. “Yeah. But you’re the only reason I’m okay with it. I trust you’ll keep things from getting too wild.”

Y/n sighed, rubbing his temples. He couldn’t say no, especially when Winter was laying it out like that. "Fine," he groaned, “but I’m only coming because I don’t want you two causing random shts in Tokyo.”

Ningning snickered and tugged him toward the door. “Relax, we’re just gonna have fun. You’ll barely notice we’re there.”

“Doubtful,” Y/n muttered, but he followed them anyway, quickly throwing on his jacket.

-

The club was loud, packed with people swaying to the booming music. Y/n found himself standing off to the side, once again acting as the responsible one while Winter and Ningning danced away under the flashing lights. Y/n wasn’t exactly in the mood for dancing, but watching the two girls enjoy themselves at least made him feel a bit better about being dragged out.

But Winter, surprisingly, was fully embracing the scene. She moved in rhythm with Ningning, flashing a rare, carefree smile as she danced. Y/n couldn’t help but notice how she seemed more relaxed than ever, laughing freely as if the usual pressures had lifted.

As the night wore on, Y/n kept a close eye on the crowd, making sure no one got too close to the girls. Winter shot him an occasional thumbs-up from the dance floor, her way of letting him know she was fine. Every time he met her eyes, she grinned, showing that she was actually enjoying herself.

After a couple of hours, Winter finally made her way back to Y/n’s side, her cheeks flushed from dancing. “Thanks for coming with us,” she said, slightly breathless.

Y/n smirked. “Tired already?”

Winter rolled her eyes. “Maybe a little. But it’s been fun. I needed this, I think.”

Y/n chuckled. “I’ll admit, it’s a little surprising seeing you like this. Didn’t think you’d be the type to enjoy clubbing.”

She leaned against the bar next to him, shrugging casually. “Normally I’m not. But it’s different when you’re here. Feels… safer, I guess.”

Her words caught Y/n off guard. He wasn’t sure what to say for a second, so he just nodded, feeling a strange warmth spread in his chest. “Well, I’m glad I could help make it less terrible.”

Winter nudged him playfully. “I didn’t say it was terrible. Just… a bit much, sometimes.”

Ningning danced over, grabbing Winter’s hand and dragging her back toward the floor. “C’mon! One more song before we leave!”

Winter gave Y/n a quick wave before she disappeared back into the crowd with Ningning, both of them laughing. Y/n stayed at his post, glancing around the club every few seconds to make sure things stayed calm. His mind lingered on Winter’s words, her trust in him resonating deeper than he’d expected.

Maybe this night wasn’t so bad after all.

-

Eventually, around 3 AM, Winter finally pulled Ningning away from the dance floor, both girls flushed and grinning. “Alright, we’ve had our fun,” Winter said, wiping sweat from her brow. “Let’s head back.”

Y/n nodded, relieved that the night was finally coming to an end. As they left the club and began walking back to the hotel, the cool night air hit them, refreshing after the heat and noise of the club.

Except Y/n.

See, Y/n’s senses had been on high alert since they left the club, and the feeling that something was off only grew stronger. As the night air turned colder, the streets became quieter, with fewer people around. That's when Y/n caught sight of him — a man walking a little too close behind them, his pace mimicking theirs.

It wasn’t just a coincidence; it was deliberate.

Y/n’s stomach tightened. He slowed down his steps, positioning himself closer to Winter and Ningning without saying anything just yet. His eyes darted to the storefront reflections, catching the stranger’s shadow trailing them, his gaze fixated on the girls.

Trying not to alarm them, Y/n spoke in a low, steady voice. “Jeong, Ning. Stay close to me.”

Ningning looked up at him, confused. “What? Why? What’s going on?”

“Just… stay close,” Y/n repeated, his tone firmer this time.

Winter glanced over at him, noticing the seriousness in his eyes. She followed his gaze toward the man and immediately tensed up. “Is he… following us at 7 o'clock?”

Y/n gave a slight nod, his jaw clenched. “Yeah. Don’t look back. Just keep walking.”

The mood shifted instantly. The playful banter and relaxed vibe from earlier evaporated, replaced by a silent, shared tension. Y/n knew they couldn’t keep walking blindly down the street — they had to shake him off. He scanned the area quickly, spotting a side alley that could lead them away from the main road.

“Turn here.” Y/n instructed, his voice calm but urgent. Winter and Ningning obeyed without question, their footsteps quickening as they rounded the corner. Y/n slowed his pace slightly, hanging back just enough to act as a buffer between the girls and the man.

The narrow alley was quieter, dimly lit by flickering streetlights. The only sound was the soft echo of their footsteps and the ominous click of the stranger’s shoes behind them, getting closer. Too close.

Y/n’s patience snapped.

He spun on his heel, stepping directly into the man’s path. “Can I help you?” Y/n asked in English, his voice steady but laced with a warning. He stood tall, broadening his shoulders to block the man’s view of the girls.

Of course he wouldn't answer. Y/n asked him in English. The creep's a Japanese.

The man said nothing, his eyes still locked on the path Winter and Ningning took, a creepy smirk curling at his lips.

“Hey!” Y/n barked, stepping forward. “I asked you a question.”

But the man still didn’t respond. His face twisted into a sneer as he lunged forward, making a grab for Ningning.

Y/n reacted on pure instinct. He shoved Ningning behind him and intercepted the man’s outstretched hand, gripping it tightly before twisting his arm and pushing him back. The man staggered but quickly regained his footing, his sneer morphing into anger as he swung wildly at Y/n.

Y/n ducked just in time, narrowly avoiding the man’s punch. His breath came faster now, adrenaline pumping through his veins. "Stay back!" he shouted to Winter and Ningning as the man advanced again, this time with more ferocity.

The man swung again, and Y/n blocked it with his forearm before retaliating with a sharp jab to the man’s ribs. The impact made the stranger grunt, but he didn’t back down. Instead, he tackled Y/n, sending both of them crashing into a nearby wall.

“Y/n!” Winter screamed, but he held up a hand, silently telling her to stay put.

Pinned against the wall, Y/n gritted his teeth as he struggled to push the man off. The guy was stronger than he looked, but Y/n wasn’t about to let him win. He braced his legs against the ground and shoved hard, breaking free from the man’s grip. Y/n swung his fist, connecting with the man’s jaw, sending him stumbling back a few steps.

The man wiped a bit of blood from his mouth, his eyes filled with rage. He lunged again, this time throwing a wild punch. Y/n ducked, and the man’s fist grazed his cheek. Y/n countered with a swift kick to the man’s legs, causing him to lose balance and hit the ground hard.

But the man wasn’t done. He scrambled to his feet and charged at Y/n again. This time, Y/n was ready. He grabbed the man by the collar and twisted him around, slamming him against the alley wall.

“Stay still,” Y/n growled through clenched teeth. He didn’t care how much the guy struggled — there was no way he was letting him near the girls.

“Y/n!” Ningning’s voice was shaky but focused as she fumbled with her phone. “I’m calling the cops!”

Winter, standing a few steps away, balled her fists at her sides, her eyes flashing with a mix of fear and anger. “You better stay down,” she muttered, glaring at the man.

The creep squirmed, trying to twist free from Y/n’s iron grip, but Y/n held firm, pressing his knee against the guy’s back to keep him pinned against the wall. The man groaned in frustration, but there was no escaping Y/n’s hold.

“Who do you think you’re messing with, dipsht?” Y/n hissed, his voice low and dangerous. “You think it’s okay to follow them like that?”

The man thrashed against Y/n’s hold, throwing an elbow that caught Y/n in the ribs. Pain shot through Y/n’s side, but he tightened his grip, refusing to let go. The man managed to land another punch to Y/n’s stomach, causing him to double over for a second, but Y/n quickly recovered, grabbing the man’s arm and twisting it behind his back.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Y/n growled, slamming the man’s face into the wall for good measure. The man struggled, grunting in pain, but Y/n held him firm, his chest heaving with exertion.

Winter, watching in horror and awe, clenched her fists, ready to jump in if necessary. But Y/n had everything under control, his grip unyielding despite the struggle.

It wasn’t long before the faint sound of sirens filled the air. Relief washed over Y/n as he heard the police arriving, but he didn’t let his guard down. Not yet. He kept the man pinned until the officers rushed into the alley.

“Over here!” Ningning called out in Japanese, waving to the approaching police.

Two officers quickly took over, cuffing the man and hauling him away. One of them nodded gratefully at Y/n. “Thanks for holding him down. You alright?”

Y/n nodded, his muscles finally starting to relax as he stood up straight. “Uhh. Ok. We are” He said, using all the Japanese words he could find from his memory.

The officers escorted the man into their patrol car, and soon, the alley was quiet again, save for the heavy breaths of the trio. Ningning let out a long, shaky sigh, her hands still trembling as she pocketed her phone.

Winter, still looking a bit shaken, glanced at Y/n. “Are you ok, Y/n?”

"Of course, I am" Y/n smiled. "I should be asking you that instead."

"I…genuinely had no idea what I would do if you get hurt." Winter whimpered. "I would lose it."

Y/n shrugged, rubbing his sore shoulder. “As long as you are around, I won't be going anytime soon.”

Ningning, still jittery, glanced back at the now-handcuffed man being led away by the police. “Honestly, I thought we were just going to have a fun night out. Didn’t expect a full-on street brawl.”

Y/n looked between the two of them, feeling a strange mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. “Let’s get back to the hotel. I think we’ve had enough excitement for one night. I need the damn sleep.”

-

As they finally made it back to the hotel, Y/n’s adrenaline started to fade, replaced by an overwhelming exhaustion. Winter and Ningning walked in silence beside him, still shaken by the night’s events, but visibly relieved to be out of harm’s way. Y/n was just glad it was over.

The hotel lobby was quiet, the soft hum of distant conversation the only noise as they stepped inside. But the moment they walked through the door, Karina and Giselle were already waiting by the elevator, their faces full of concern.

“There you guys are!” Karina exclaimed, rushing over the moment she saw them. Her eyes flicked between Y/n, Winter, and Ningning, quickly noticing their disheveled appearances. “What happened? You guys look like you’ve been through hell.”

Winter gave a weak smile, brushing off her jacket. “Well, we kinda were. Some creep followed us after we left the club.”

Karina’s eyes widened in alarm. “What?! Are you okay? What happened?!”

Ningning nodded, stepping closer to the group. “Y/n handled it. He basically went Y/n mode on the guy and held him down until the cops came.”

Giselle’s jaw dropped. “No way. You serious?” She looked at Y/n, a mix of amazement and concern in her eyes. “You okay, man?”

Y/n, too tired to even offer much of a response, waved them off. “I’m….so….dead.”

Karina crossed her arms, her brows furrowed. “Dead? You just took down a stalker, and you’re telling me you’re just dead?”

“Hey, that’s the appropriate response…” Y/n sighed, leaning against the wall for support. “Whatever…you guys are safe…I’m happy...”

Winter, who had been uncharacteristically quiet since the incident, stepped up beside Y/n, giving him a light nudge. “He was so calm. Like, scary calm about the whole thing.”

Ningning nodded in agreement. “I’ve never seen him like that before. It was… kinda cool.”

Karina shook her head, still trying to process the whole ordeal. “I don’t know whether to be proud or worried.”

“Both,” Giselle muttered. “Definitely both.”

Y/n chuckled weakly, trying to shake off their concerns. “I’m fine…I think. As long as Ning and Jeong are fine...”

But despite his reassurances, Karina and Giselle weren’t convinced. The protective instincts in both of them were flaring up, and Y/n could tell they weren’t going to let this go easily. Not that he blamed them — he knew what it was like to worry about the people he cared about.

“Alright, let’s get you guys upstairs and settled,” Karina said, placing a gentle hand on Ningning’s shoulder. “You all need some rest after tonight. Especially you, Jung Y/n.”

As they headed up to their rooms, the atmosphere was a strange mix of relief and tension. Y/n could feel his energy draining by the second, and by the time they reached their suite, he was practically sleepwalking. The girls filed into their rooms one by one, but Y/n didn’t make it that far.

The moment he stepped into the living area of the suite, he collapsed onto the nearest couch, his body finally giving in to the exhaustion. His eyelids felt like they weighed a ton, and he could barely keep them open as he sank into the soft cushions.

Winter peeked her head out of her room, noticing Y/n slumped on the couch. “You’re really just gonna crash right there?”

Y/n mumbled something incoherent, his face half-buried in a pillow. “Too… dead…”

Giselle let out a soft laugh, leaning against the doorframe of her room. “Looks like he’s done for the night.”

Karina shook her head, her expression softening as she watched Y/n. “After what he just did? He deserves to pass out.”

Winter, still feeling a strange mix of emotions from the night’s events, walked over and grabbed a blanket from the closet. She draped it over Y/n’s sleeping form, her movements gentle as if she didn’t want to disturb him.

“Sleep well, Y/n-nie, and thank you.” she whispered, stepping back.

Ningning gave Winter a teasing smile from across the room. “Look at you, being all caring.”

Winter rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips. “Shut up. He saved our asses tonight.”

The girls shared a knowing look, their usual playful bickering taking a back seat to the gratitude they all felt for Y/n. They knew how much he’d put on the line for them, and they didn’t take it lightly. After everything that had happened, they were just glad to be safe and together.

As the suite finally settled into a calm, peaceful quiet, the girls retreated to their rooms, leaving Y/n to his much-needed rest on the couch. His breathing evened out, the stress of the night slowly melting away as he drifted into a deep sleep.

Tonight, at least, he could rest easy knowing he did well.

-

The next morning came far too quickly for Y/n. His body ached, his limbs felt heavy, and his mind was still foggy from the events of the previous night. Slowly, he blinked awake, finding himself still sprawled out on the couch. The blanket Winter had thrown over him was now tangled around his legs.

“…sht. It hurts…”

He groaned, trying to stretch, but was immediately met with something unexpected.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Ningning’s voice chimed from beside him.

Y/n froze, his eyes snapping open in confusion. Ningning was sitting cross-legged on the floor next to the couch, casually massaging his legs like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Y/n blinked, still not fully awake. “Uh… what are you doing?”

Ningning hummed, continuing her amateurish massage. “Well, you looked like you needed it after last night. Figured I’d help loosen you up a bit.”

Before Y/n could protest, he felt something else — soft hands pressing against his shoulders, kneading his muscles with surprising precision.

“Relax,” Winter’s voice came from behind him, sounding far too amused. “You worked hard last night. Let us pamper you for once.”

Y/n sat up, his mind reeling. “Wait, wait, wait. This is too weird. What are you guys—”

“Shhh.” Ningning placed a finger over her lips, laughing softly. “You saved our lives, remember? This is our thank you.”

Y/n could only stare in disbelief as Winter continued massaging his shoulders, her touch firm but oddly soothing. He didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or run away.

“I don’t need a thank you! I'm getting paid for this!” he protested, glancing between the two girls, his face turning a light shade of red from the situation.

“Oh, come on,” Winter teased, digging her knuckles into a particularly tense spot on his back, causing him to wince. “You deserve it. Besides, we don’t get to see you like this often. Let us have our fun.”

Y/n sighed, feeling completely outnumbered. He tried to wiggle free, but Ningning grabbed his ankle, holding him in place as she continued her impromptu leg massage.

“This is... too much,” he muttered, though he couldn’t help but feel a bit touched by their sudden affection.

Winter smirked, her hands still working their magic on his back. “Too much? After last night, I’d say this is just the beginning.”

Ningning giggled, patting his leg playfully. “You’re not getting out of this, Y/n. Just sit back and enjoy.”

Y/n let out a defeated groan, slumping back into the couch. “I don’t even know what to say anymore.”

“You don’t need to say anything,” Winter said, leaning in a little closer to whisper near his ear. “Just admit you like it. Getting massaged by two beauties.”

"You sure? I only see one, Jeong." Y/n deadpanned. "Owowowowowow!"

"Aish." Winter increased her output, forcing Y/n to groan.

Before he could protest further, the door to the girls' room opened, and Giselle and Karina stepped out, their expressions a mix of amusement and confusion as they took in the scene in front of them.

“Uh… what exactly is happening here?” Giselle raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms as she watched Ningning and Winter practically hovering over Y/n like they were performing some kind of strange ritual.

Karina, however, took it a step further, her eyes narrowing as a smirk formed on her face. “Are we interrupting something?” she asked, her tone dripping with fake suspicion.

Giselle immediately caught on and let out a snort, nudging Karina playfully. “Yeah, Y/n, should we give you three some privacy?”

Y/n’s eyes widened in alarm. “Wait, what?! No, it’s not like that! They just—"

Winter pouted, feigning innocence as she leaned closer to Y/n’s ear. “You know, idiot, if you don’t deny it so strongly, people might not think it’s that weird.”

Ningning giggled, continuing her fake massage. “It’s too late now, oppa. We’ve already been caught.”

Giselle and Karina exchanged knowing looks, pretending to be scandalized. “Wow, okay, I see how it is,” Giselle teased. “We leave you alone for five minutes, and suddenly we’re not invited.”

Karina clicked her tongue, crossing her arms with an exaggerated sigh. “I guess this is what happens when you save people’s lives. You get all the attention.”

"Oh, for fck sake…this harem is not needed." Y/n groaned towards the pillow. “I hate all of you.”

But even as he said it, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Despite the teasing and the ridiculousness of the situation, he knew they were just messing with him. The tension from the night before had all but disappeared, replaced by the familiar chaotic warmth of their usual dynamic.

Ningning finally let go of his shoulders, stepping back with a satisfied nod. “There you go. You’re all pampered up. How do you feel?”

Y/n stretched his arms, rolling his shoulders experimentally. “I feel… weird. That was weird.”

Winter chuckled, giving him a light shove. “You’re welcome.”

Karina and Giselle watched the whole thing, their teasing grins still in place as they plopped down onto the nearby chairs. “Well, at least we know who Y/n’s favorite members are now,” Karina said slyly, eyeing Winter and Ningning.

“Definitely the ones giving him the royal treatment,” Giselle added, winking.

Y/n could feel his face heating up, but before he could retort, Winter leaned in with a smug grin. “Hey, at least my solo song’s still his favorite.”

That got a collective groan from the others, and Karina shot Winter a mock glare. “Still? You’ve been holding onto that since ages ago, haven’t you?”

Winter shrugged, unbothered. “What can I say? It’s true.”

Ningning nudged Y/n again, her voice playful. “You’re too easy to mess with, oppa.”

Y/n sighed, feeling the warmth and humor of the moment wash over him. Despite all the teasing, despite the chaos that seemed to follow him wherever he went with these girls, there was nowhere else he’d rather be.

They might drive him crazy, but they were his chaos. And for now, that was enough.

“Alright, alright,” Y/n said, standing up and stretching his arms, trying to shake off the weirdness. “Enough of the massage stuff. I’ve got work to do.”

But as he moved to step away, Ningning and Winter shared a mischievous look, and before he knew it, they both lunged at him, tackling him back onto the couch in a fit of giggles.

“Not so fast, idiot,” Winter teased, pinning him down playfully. “You’re not off the hook that easily.”

Y/n laughed despite himself, trying to push them off. “You guys are relentless.”

“And you love it,” Ningning added with a wink.

Karina and Giselle looked on, shaking their heads with amused smiles.

"Guess you’ve got your hands full," Karina said, crossing her arms as she watched the chaos unfold.

Y/n sighed, glancing up at her with an exaggerated look of defeat. “Oh, wow. Thanks, Jimin.”

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

I’m gonna keep writing Nimona headcanons til someone stops me cause they’ve taken over my life

Ambrosius was forced to suppress his emotions basically his whole life 

He used to be one of those guys who would say shit like “I haven’t cried in 15 years”

But not as like a weird subtle brag just as stating a fact which made it more depressing 

Once the wall came down it’s like the floodgates opened this man will cry when he’s happy sad angry stressed 

You name it he’s crying 

And he’s not a pretty crier either which is funny cause there is a whole compilation of “Ambrosius being unreasonably photogenic” 

Bal was the typical crybaby growing up 

He was constantly bullied for it and it only got worse when he was at the institute 

A lot of his classmates and teachers would try and be “helpful” and give him tips to stop crying  

Ambrosius was the only one who encouraged him to cry and deal with all his emotions 

It’s pretty rare to see Bal cry now but it happens occasionally when he’s sad or stressed or really happy  

Seeing Nimona cry is a rare phenomenon 

Bal and Ambrosius have only ever seen her cry four times 

The first was when they were on Gloreth’s statue at the end of the movie, the second Gloreth’s statue was fully taken down, the third was when the adoption paperwork was finalized and the fourth was their wedding 

But she denies it literally every single time 

Pinky promises are sacred for the trio

Back when the boys were training they would only make pinky promises about big things 

And if they broke those promises there would be big consequences like giving up your dessert for two months 

It was a habit that Bal subconsciously passed onto Nimona 

The trio never really talked about it but there was a silent mutual understanding that they held weight

The first pink promise Ambrosius ever made was right after Nimona started trusting him and had enough respect for him to hold a conversation without hissing 

And he swore that he would never consciously hurt Bal or Nimona again 

Nimona made a joke about that being a big promise to make 

And Ambrosius said “That’s why it’s a pinky promise”

I feel like Bal and Ambrosius never tried to hide their relationship the kingdom is just stupid 

They were highly encouraged by the staff and family to keep it under wraps but they said fuck that noise I wanna hold my boyfriend's hand in public 

The fellow knights in training knew something was up but they didn’t figure it out until the wall fell

Todd was the most outspoken when they first started dating he used to go around and tell people “No one looks at their bro like that”

After a while they stopped giving a fuck and they didn’t really have enough time or energy to ask because they were too busy getting their asses handed to them by the boys 

A lot of citizens had this weird misconception that they had this heated and bitter rivalry 

There were entire articles written about how they were “The rivals of the century” 

And the boys would get together and dramatically read every single one of them

Whenever the boys were in a bad mood they would reference the articles like this 

“Hey sunshine did you know I joined the institute specifically to dethrone you?” “You know what moonbeam I didn’t but thanks for telling me” 

“Bal I just want you to know that I am utterly seething at the cruel defeat by your hand” “Oh I’m so sorry love I’ll make sure to kick your ass nicer next time”

[wemustgatekeepwooyoung]

House of Cards

synopsis: you and your sneaky link, Jung Wooyoung, who you met on a dating app four months ago, finally decide to make it official over a round of Crazy Eights*

pairing: (non idol)! Jung Wooyoung x fem!reader

genre: romance, fluff

word count: 2,3k

content/warnings: !!!mentions of your previous sexual activities, not you actually having sex!!! ,small tensile environment throughout your game session that lead to your confession, pet names (sweetheart, princess, baby,).

author’s note: now this, this is a sample of what I normally enjoy writing. It comes more naturally to me but who doesn’t enjoy a good smut too? I’ve got many things cooking but my exams are right on the corner so I’m kinda screwed in terms of free time, cause I got NONE. Sorry ‘Don’t be a stranger, stranger’ is taking so long, I’m still kinda skeptical about it. Anyway, I’ll try my best not to just be active but also productive . It’s not something I can guarantee though. Hope your excitement stays present till my next update? Bye bye <3

*Crazy Eights is a shedding-type card game for two to seven players and the best known American member of the Eights Group which also includes Pig and Spoons. The object of the game is to be the first player to discard all of their cards. The game is similar to Switch, Mau Mau or Whot!. -Wikipedia

“You’re good Jung Wooyoung but I’m not going to give it to you that easily”

“You always say that and then end up moaning my name dear” he teased

“Can you stick to the game?”

“Yes ma’am!” he said and drew a card from the card deck only for him to draw another and another and another… “Shit how many’s it been?“

“I’d say you’ve drawn about half deck. Why? Can’t you properly fit them in between your fingers?”

“Now who’s the one not sticking to the game?”

“Well I never implied anything, it’s you that’s all messed up and pervy” you said and poked him softly on his thigh

“Oh am I?”

“Of course you are. You can’t even hold all those cards, one keeps falling every now and then. Are you that ‘frustrated’? ” you mocked him once again.

It’s been your new favourite hobby these past four months of ‘seeing him’. You two met on Tinder once he first moved into your city. He didn’t know anyone and had no connections with people, so, that’s what led him to joining the world’s most famous dating app.

You two clicked right away. Sex was what ensured your bonding at first, a few weeks passed and you kept meeting each other. He’s probably fucked you on every surface possible and you’re living your moment. Oh and sex calls… Y’all are wild.

You’ve finally found a man that can match your sexual desires. Not too vanilla but not too harsh. Just the perfect mixture of intimacy, freedom and that specific taste of filth you go crazy for.

You’ve gotten pretty close too. You even have sleepovers after wilding out on each other, it’s not just about sex like you both had noted on your profiles when you first talked. At least not anymore.

It almost feels like…

“Ha! Finally! Lets see how you can beat that-“ he said, still struggling to hold all these cards.

“Why don’t you leave some aside? It’s okay to cheat when it’s us two right?” you proposed only to be greeted with his seriousness, a rare occurrence.

“No. No cheating, ever. I’ll manage somehow” he said and then fell yet another card. He rolled his eyes and grabbed that card with his mouth, keeping it still among his beautiful plump lips.

What a sight. You keep staring like the obsessed one you are while he’s in such a difficult position! What a menace! It’s funny how he tangles you so well in between his fingers and yet he can’t really make happen to hold those cards right. Cute.

“Mmh?” he whined and you finally let out that laugh you’ve been holding onto. You squeezed his cheek and placed a gentle slap on it, making him question your mood.

He looked at you confused as you melted while holding eye contact. You really really adore this man and his pretty seductive lips. You gave a look-over to the cards , of which you’ve already made a stack after playing them, so that he strikes his next move.

He strategically looked over his cards, trying to pick the best one for his own sake. Hm… ‘What if?’ he thought. ‘What about that one on my lips?’ he thought more precisely. How could he though, he can’t even hold that card among the others, how can he now take it from his lips and place it on top of the others to make his move? He looked up the ceiling to find a way when he thought of the perfect one.

“Take it” he mumbled and you looked at him confused as you couldn’t quite understand. He repeated his phrase but still no recognition coming from his beloved, you.

He rolled his eyes again and with a quick motion, he tried handing it over to you with a similar strategy to pecking your lips. He balanced himself on his hands as he leaned close to you, trying to give you the card he wants to play with so you’d so it for him.

Your heart skipped a beat by how spontaneous he is, a characteristic of his you find very attractive. You replied with a similar gesture, accepting the card with your own lips and playing it for him.

A cute smile filled with success and pride of his showed up and made you smile back. How could you resist the way his smile cracks his cheeks and reveals his adorable mole on his lower lip? You just really love his lips don’t you?

“It’s your turn to play sweetheart.”

“Right” you said, still under the influence of his flirty action

“Are you distracted? I thought we should pay attention!”

“No I’m paying great attention!”

“Yeah but you should pay it on the game don’t you think?” he said and earned a smack on his right shoulder that made him chuckle “You’re so cute” he commented and watched you closely as you were trying to pick your next card

“Why do you have the need to make me question myself all the time?”

“Don’t act like you don’t like it so that you’re to have the advantage baby. We both know you do”

“I’m not going to say that I do and be defeated that easily”

“Okay, then try not to be defeated elsewhere too, I can now hold my cards. Shit’s getting serious” he reported like he was a journalist or something. Playing all sophisticated like he isn’t the biggest crackhead the world has ever seen. Also, how can one come out being sophisticated when he speaks like that?

You put on a smirk as you’re starting to enjoy his devotion. Card games have been your thing lately. You play all the time. It’s mostly you winning and him wondering why he lost when all he did during it’s duration was tease you.

“You know damn well that I’ll win this time too”

“Do you bet on it?” he asked with a grin on his face

“What do I have to lose? I said I’ll win anyway”

“And if you don’t?”

“If I don’t… Then, what’d you have me do to feel fulfilled?” you wondered

He’ll probably want to do something naughty later, something you’ve probably never tried before that’s been messing him up. He’s a very kinky guy, what else could it be?

“You’ll answer a question I’ve picked for you especially . But there’s no denying it. You’ll have to do it princess”

Fuck. Why’s anxiety being built up inside you now? Why’s your stomach bothered? He really knows how to play. Fucking Jung Wooyoung, he annoys you so much sometimes that you want to punch him in the face. But first of all, he’s too pretty to be punched and second, you have no reason to be scared. You’ll win again after all, won’t you? What’s a little test going to cost you?

“Bet” you replied and a naughty smirk popped on his face. Maybe he’s using all this as a roleplay only to ask you a stupid question in the end. But no, he won’t even have the chance to, cause you’ll win, right?

The heat’s getting real. He has gotten rid of most of his cards while you still are trying to play your last one. Your hands are starting to shake as his competitiveness is now at the highest it’s ever been in all the games you’ve played together so far.

You’re both focused but it’s clear who has the upper hand once again. You’re actually facing a big difficulty here, all this hasn’t come unnoticed to you. He’s actually good. Really good. Where did that come from? Is it that the question he has to ask is that important that it gives him motivation to go hard on you? What the heck?

And before you’d had the chance to realise it, he placed his final card on the card stack, your eyes focused on his motion not able to withstand this happening.

You were actually defeated by Jung Wooyoung, what a day! You never thought that this would happen. All your anxiety has left your body, you’re actually surprised and excited for your future matches. What can one say, you two live for all that tension that’s being crafted for the final dominator’s sake.

All he did was stare at you like he wanted to absorb all the dignity he had just earned from his victory. He clapped for himself and cheered like a little child. Furthermore you too burst into applause for him, proud of that little accomplishment of his. He deserves it.

“Good job Wooyo! How come you made such an upgrade?”

“I really wanted to ask you that question”

“Is it a bad one?”

“You might need some wine for it go down smoothly. Actually it’s me that wants the wine to finally spill that information.”

“Fuck” you hissed at yourself as he went over and grabbed two beautifully sculpted glasses for your usual ‘drunkards’ moment. “Isn’t that too much?”

“I’ll have that one” he said and swallowed it all at once, causing a little of it to spill down his chin. You gently wiped it off and pecked his lips, understanding the difference from their usual taste. “So… Can I make a prologue?”

“Go on”

“Okay… So, how do I even begin? I’m totally not made for this stuff. You see, I’d forgotten how to be a romantic”

‘Why’s he bringing that up so suddenly?’ ,you thought.

“Fuck it, here I go.” he said in very a determined tone before letting out a big sigh “Could you ever possibly fall for a guy like me?”

C’mon, pretend to be shocked Y/N! You can’t do that though, you can’t pretend, cause you are in fact, shocked.

“What kind of question is that…?”

“It’s stupid I know. I’ll ask another one, forget about it”

“No! No it’s not stupid!” you said and held his hands in yours “Of course I would.”

“So you haven’t already, I see. Cause I have”

“You have?!”

“Yes Y/N, poor me has developed feelings for you”

“Poor you?”

“The ‘poor me’ part goes for it being one sided. But I’m a lucky one, getting the opportunity to spend time with you and make such bets. It’s okay, no need to love me back”

‘Love him back’ ?!!?!? He’s actually having you so moved that you might as well make your confession. Why shouldn’t you? Hasn’t he been your comfort person all these months? Hasn’t he made you feel like you’ve got a reason to be excited and happy? Don’t you love spending time with him and getting to see all his aspects? You really do, he’s amazing and you know it. He’s your favorite person. You can’t imagine your life without him anymore and you can’t imagine his life without you.

You love comforting him and so does he. You love being there and watching him get excited over the smallest of everyday things. You love being there and watching him be sad and live through all these human emotions and listen to his struggles. You love it when he opens up to you about his feelings, so the shock you’re now experiencing has a taste of delightfulness to it. You just love him, you really do. You love Jung Wooyoung and the pretty world he has created in his head where he so desperately wants to take you with him so as to enjoy it while accompanying one another.

The tension’s still in the air and you can tell that his desperation has now become an acknowledgement of a false conclusion. And it’s finally time, time for you to give your answer, containing your explanation and confession.

“Me too”

“You too what? I’ve lost the context, sorry love”

“I have feelings for you too Wooyoung.”

“You do?!”

“Yes I do” you told him and this statement took him some seconds to be processed the way it should.

“Of course you do” he said then, proudly, bringing the Woo you know and fell for back on stage ”Won’t you scold me and call me an arrogant asshole?”

“No this time I won’t.”

“Really? Crap and it turns me on so well baby you have no idea” he admitted like his degradation kink was something you didn’t know of already.

He leaned again over the cards to kiss you, throwing them all over the place, causing you both to laugh in between kisses.

“So now what?” he asked and began to kiss down your neck

“What do you mean what?” you replied breathlessly while also trying to give out the focus that was expected of you in a case like this.

“What are we now?”

“We still need time to show us that, I think”

“You’re right. Let’s start from scratch then shall we not?” he proposed and turned you around, ready to make about his feelings again in a language you two’ve been practicing for the time period of the the past four months.

[fanfic-writing-barbie]

Playing fighting with Logan

tw: none

a/n let me know what you think about this :)

The forest was peaceful as the sun hung low in the sky, casting soft golden light through the trees. You had convinced Logan to come out for a walk, though he'd been reluctant at first. He preferred his solitude, always grumbling about "too many people" or "too much noise." But today was different—today, he seemed relaxed, the tension that usually held his shoulders tight was gone for the moment.

You walked side by side along the forest trail, feeling the cool breeze on your skin. Every now and then, you'd catch Logan glancing at you, a small smirk on his lips. He’d probably never admit it, but he enjoyed this kind of thing. A calm, quiet day with you. Still, something about the peaceful atmosphere made you feel playful, and you nudged him with your elbow.

“What?” he asked, his tone gruff but his eyes betraying a hint of amusement.

“Oh, nothing,” you replied, trying to sound nonchalant. You reached out and poked his side again.

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You better stop that, darlin’.”

"Or what?" you teased, your grin widening.

Logan stopped walking, turning to face you. His eyebrows raised in that "you really wanna start this?" kind of way. You stood your ground, challenging him with a raised brow of your own. The playful energy between the two of you crackled in the air like static. Before you could react, Logan was suddenly behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist in a swift motion.

You squealed, not expecting him to move that fast. He had that superhuman speed, after all.

“Logan!” you laughed, twisting in his grip. He wasn’t hurting you, of course; his hold was firm but gentle, and you could feel the warmth of his chest against your back. You wiggled around, trying to escape.

He chuckled low in your ear, a sound that sent shivers down your spine. “What was that you were sayin’?”

“Oh, come on,” you protested, twisting to face him. “I didn’t think you’d actually fight back!”

“Oh, now it’s a fight, huh?” Logan smirked, releasing you just enough to let you turn around. “Thought you were bein’ all cute and harmless.”

You grinned, pushing lightly against his chest. “Maybe I am harmless.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Wanna bet?”

You huffed playfully and gave him another nudge. “What, you think you can take me, Wolverine?”

Without missing a beat, Logan took a step forward, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “I *know* I can.”

And with that, you ducked under his arm, darting away before he could grab you again. Logan let out a laugh—a rare sound from him—as he turned to chase after you.

Your feet pounded against the forest floor, the wind whipping through your hair as you dodged around trees. You glanced back, only to find Logan closer than you expected. With a grin, you picked up the pace, though you knew it was no use. He was faster, stronger, and he could track you without even trying.

Suddenly, you felt his hands wrap around your waist again, lifting you clean off the ground as you let out another laugh.

“Gotcha,” he said, spinning you around before gently setting you down.

Panting and still laughing, you turned to face him. “Okay, okay, I surrender.”

He raised an eyebrow, still holding onto you as if you might make another break for it. “You sure? ‘Cause I’m not lettin’ go if you’re plannin’ somethin’.”

“Promise,” you said, raising your hands in defeat. But the playful glint in your eyes betrayed you.

Logan caught it instantly, his lips quirking into a smirk. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He didn’t let go, but instead pulled you closer, the mood shifting ever so slightly. The tension from your playful chase now simmered between the two of you, something softer yet more intense.

You caught your breath, looking up at him. “You’re lucky you caught me,” you teased softly, though your heart was racing for an entirely different reason now.

“Lucky, huh?” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave as his hands slid from your waist to rest gently at the small of your back. “I think I’m just good at what I do.”

Your pulse quickened, your body pressed close to his as he looked down at you with that familiar intensity. “And what exactly are you good at?” you challenged, your voice barely above a whisper.

Logan smirked, leaning in just enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, “Everything.”

Your breath hitched at the closeness, and before you could respond, his lips found yours in a kiss that was both soft and fierce, like him. His hands held you tight, but his touch was gentle, his lips warm as they moved against yours with a surprising tenderness.

You melted into the kiss, all thoughts of playful fighting gone as your arms slid up around his neck, pulling him closer. Logan let out a soft, approving growl, his hands tightening on your waist.

When you finally pulled back, breathless, Logan looked at you with a satisfied smirk.

“Guess I win,” he said, his voice low and rough.

You chuckled, resting your forehead against his. “Fine. But only because I let you.”

[danikamariewrites]

Azriel x adhd!Reader

A/n: As someone with ADHD I struggle with a lot of stuff like my emotions and daily tasks. I like talking about it bc I don’t think it should be taboo and I hate the stigmatism around it that it’s just people being lazy. If your struggling with ADHD or any other mental health problems know you’re not alone ❤️

Warnings: mentions of mental health struggles, some angst

At first Azriel didn’t understand why your mood could be so up and down all the time. Or why you struggled with getting out of bed some days and others you had so much energy you didn’t know what to do with it.

You didn’t like loud noises, being touched unless you wanted too, and some textures overwhelmed your senses causing you to lash out.

You have a hard time communicating your feelings and he does too, which makes you both frustrated when one of you just brushes the other off or is passive aggressive.

Azriel notices you space out sometimes or that when he’s talking to you, you ask him to repeat things because you didn’t hear him. He thinks it’s odd but brushes it off as you just being preoccupied. He also picks up on your fidgeting but never thought anything of it

One day you both snap at each other resulting in the worst fight you’ve ever had

Azriel ends up going to Rhys for advice because he doesn’t want some stupid fight on a random Monday to be the reason you break up

Azriel tells his brother about the issues that have been building up over the last few months and Rhys, who’s been one of your best friends since childhood, tells him you’ve always been that way

He doesn’t go into detail, it’s your story to tell, but he does tell Az about when you were younger and your parents had Madja come give you a few tests. He remembered being a little nervous for you but you were fine. You just needed a little extra help and attention with things because your brain works differently

Azriel instantly feels bad that he didn’t know

“It’s ok Az, she didn’t even tell me until we were teenagers.” Rhys says sympathetically. “Yeah but I’m the one that’s supposed to be there for her, not get angry with her.” Rhys hugs his brother, insisting he stay the night and that time apart will do you both good

The next morning Az comes home to you baking in the kitchen

You had to move around or the thoughts of Azriel not coming home because you were too much of a burden were going to eat you alive

When you see him you try to apologize but he cuts you off asking if you could sit down and talk

“I don’t want to push, but Rhys told me about when you were younger and the testing with Madja.” He says gently

You take a deep breath, trying to blink your tears away

Sometimes it’s hard for you to talk about your ADHD because you hate to seem weak or different

But you’ve held back long enough and if you didn’t tell Azriel soon you knew you would get worse trying to mask it

You tell him everything. how your energy goes up and down, your depression and that it’s worse because you can’t find the energy to do things

You feel useless sometimes because you forget things or because you don’t listen

He hugs you as you cry into his chest, “I just feel so guilty being this way. I’m sorry Az.”

He brushes away your tears, “It’s ok my love. I know I don’t communicate well either. And I’m sorry, I didn’t know you felt this way. It must’ve been killing you to keep it in.”

From that point forward Azriel was always there to make things better

Your communication improved and fights or the silent treatment became very rare

You weren’t afraid to tell him if something was bothering you or if you needed extra help or attention from him

Azriel and his shadows could pick up if you were being overstimulated or stressed out, so there were times you didn’t even need to ask

If you were out with the group and became uncomfortable Azriel would take you somewhere quite to help calm your anxiety

He’d wrap his wings around you so it would be dark and quite, helping slow your panicked breathing

“It’s ok baby, take a deep breath.” “That’s it, in and out, don’t rush.” “Here feel my heartbeat, can we try and match it?”

If you didn’t like how your sweater or dress was feeling that day he would be there with a back up or give you his own

“Are you sure Az, I don’t want to take it from you then you’ll be cold.” “Don’t worry about me baby, I just want you to be comfortable. Plus I’m built for the cold, Illyrian remember?”

Whenever you start fidgeting it’s usually if you’re bored or nervous. Azriel always keeps a little fidget toy or a pen on him so you can hold it and focus your energy on that. He knows you hate being thought of as a distraction and you think it’s better to focus on a small thing in your hands rather than swinging your feet or pushing your chair around

You thought him knowing about your ADHD would change how he feels about you or treat you differently. You bring this up to him one night in bed, “This doesn’t change the way I feel about you at all. You’re still perfect to me, my love. You just need extra help sometimes and it’s ok to ask for help.”