#planning to get my first tattoo in the next couple weeks

[frodo-baggins]

got to age 27 and truly stopped giving a fuck 😂😂😂

[wasitforrevenge]

oh sweetheart

pairing: boxer! ellie williams x f reader au

word count: 1.9k

rating: 18+

warnings: boxer!ellie, drinking, smoking, cursing, creepy guy but ellie comes to ur defense!! ellie has lots of tattoos, fighting, threats, idk if im missing anything (no character description or anything specific)

summary: you didn't expect to meet her on this night out.

authors notes: hi friends! this is my first time writing and posting on here hopefully you enjoy, please reblog, like or follow! lets be mutuals :) anyways feedback and constructive criticism is always welcome and appreciated! ellie williams has me on my hands and knees!!! i hope you enjoy! i like the idea of making this a series if it works out and ppl like it, so pls let m know!! thank you :)

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loud. everything is loud. the smell of sweat and blood stains the air around you. the sounds of people cheering and shouting towards the center of the large room. the lights are buzzing above you as you are walking into the entrance of the shitty run down gym your brother, jesse, and his girlfriend, dina, ended up dragging you to tonight.

you didn't mind coming along with him but this wasn't what you expected to be doing tonight. after a long shitty week of unpacking your new apartment, you kinda just wanted to end up a hole in the wall bar and drink your stress away but he had other plans. which including watching grown men beat the shit of each other for their cut at the end of the night.

it was intimidating, walking through the crowds of people you didn't know until you finally make it to where his friends were waiting for you guys. they were sitting at a table with a clear shot of the fight which was surprising since the whole place seemed to have more people in it then it could fit. you make your way awkwardly to the empty seats saying a gentle "hello guys" to your brothers friends who you didn't knowl. you sat next to dina as jesse made his way to the bar with your drink orders.

after you graduated highschool, you moved to new york and spend 4 years there working in a small cafe you lived above but now at the start of the summer, still not sure what you should be doing with your life. now you're 22 and you've moved to the city of jackson to be closer to your older brother and his girlfriend. you were excited to start fresh in a place where no one knew you yet, you were ready to leave your old life and those toxic things in the past. but you wondered if it was even possible.

you spend the next hour talking with dina and catching up on the things that have happened since you moved, "have you started looking for jobs yet?" she asked as you both sipped on the second drink of the night that jesse went and brought back a bit ago. you've only met a couple times in person since they started dating about 2 years ago but you loved her, she was making this night a lot better. "not much luck yet, i don't know what to do, luckily i have some time to figure something out." you responded. she went to say something but then the loud speakers around the room started blaring music and the countdown to the match that was about to start.

jesse tapped dinas shoulder to go watch with the rest of them. dinas eyes met yours and asked, "are you coming up?" you started getting nervous as the people started getting louder and crowding towards the center ring and told her that you'll stay here and watch. they both nodded and said they'd be back when it was over.

you took this opportunity to finally go get some fresh air since the crowd isn't all over anymore and it was a straight shot to the door you came in, you walked over to the side of the building, definitely feeling the drinks you had, you let your back rest against the concrete wall, finally cooling you down on this hot summer night. there's people standing outside talking but they payed no attention to you. you stayed against the wall as you pull out the cigarette pack from the pocket of your thin dark green jacket and the lighter out of your back pocket in your jean shorts. you cursed yourself for not buying more but its a bad habit and you know it. you pulled one out and put it in your lips as you brought the lighter up and took a drag, finally letting the anxiety go as you stared off into the sky.

"excuse me miss, you shouldn't be out here alone, a beautiful girl like you," a man with a rough voice said but you didn't move to look, suddenly wishing you never left your apartment to begin with, "hello i'm talking to you, its not nice to ignore people, ya know," he slurred his words as he spoke. you turned your head as you went to tell him to leave you alone but instead, he was standing in front of you before you knew it you dropped your smoke and now he's practically cornered you.

he was so close you could smell the alcohol on his breathe as he spoke again, "now are you gonna talk to-" you leaned away from him as he was interrupted by the sound of a door opening a few feet away, he looked towards it but then turned back to you just as quick, almost touching you as he went to speak again but he was beat to it.

"get off her." you didn't even realize the door had opened until you heard her.

the man looked back towards the door to the figure in the light, he squinted and when he got a good look, he suddenly backed off and put his hands up. "hey hey i wasn't doing nothin- it was nothing!" he shouted back to whoever was next to the still open door, light shining into the alley.

the door slams and the light fades as the figure walks closer towards you and your eyes meet the deep green eyes of the person who just saved you as she turned to the man who was just cornering you against the wall.

"it doesn't look like nothing, i mean, really? you're fucking joking right?" she questioned him as she looked him right in the eyes.

"i said it was nothing- she was flirting with me and-" he was cut off as she laughed loudly. "yeah you're full of shit, get the fuck out of here and don't let me see you again or you'll regret it." she said as she stepped closer towards him, almost at the same height, he looked scared of her. "okay, okay- fuck 'm leaving!" he slurred one last time as he turned around and headed the opposite way of the run down gym.

you stood there as the interaction happened, not sure what to do or say yet, you were silent as he walked off, and those green eyes met yours again and you saw her lips moving as she was speaking but you caught nothing she said. "hey, you okay there?" she asked you as she went to stand in front of you, looking you up and down, checking if you're psychically okay while she gave you a second to process before she asked you again.

"hey sweetheart, you okay?" she asked and grabbed your arm, not in a way that the man would have but like she was actually making sure you were okay, and this time you finally heard her.

"h- yes im okay, just- fuck- yes thank you." you said finally getting a good look at her now that she's up close and touching you. her eyes were greener than you thought, her short auburn hair with some pulled back into a bun, the big moth tattoo wrapped around her right forearm that was still holding onto yours, other tattoos littered her arms and some poking out under her t-shirt she was wearing. she was so close to you and it sent butterflies through your body. now is not the time, you thought to yourself.

"are you sure- 'm sorry that happened, fuck him." she said roughly, not towards you but him.

"its okay, thank- thank you for helping me" you said gently to the girl who was still looking into your eyes. you had been so focused on hers that you didn't even see the tiny scars, small healing cuts and the bruises that were fading until you looked over her face again.

"yeah of course, are you here alone?" she asked you curiously still holding on to you, you weren't even phased by it. you told her you were here with your brother and she nodded her head towards the door, "lets get you back to him before anything else happens sweetheart" she said as she guided you to the door, hand on your back, as you swallowed and went first.

suddenly all the sounds that you had not realized you had been blocking begin again, smells of the sweaty bodies surround you again and you felt too hot, either because of her or the summer heat trapped in here. once you made it inside, she moved her hand off the small of your back and told her to go find your brother and to get home safe. when she walked away, you realized you didn't even know her name.

you saw dina, sitting along with a few of jesses friends and made your way over to her. the match must've ended while you were outside. you walked through the gym to sit back down, moving carefully to avoid touching anyone. once you made it to the table, dina wondered where you had ran off too. "oh just went out to get some fresh air," you said back to her smiling, not wanting her to worry. she told you jesse went to get more drinks and after the encounter outside, you needed it.

jesse came back a few moments later, holding a round of shots for you three. "here you ladies go," he spoke with a happy look on his face. you smiled slightly back and took the glass as dina laughed at him. you took the shot, trying to forget what happened outside with the man but not what happened with her. you wondered if you would see her again. is she here to watch? could she work at the bar? is she here with friends too? your thoughts were interrupted by an announcement over the speaks that the final match was gonna start soon.

dina and jesse were telling you, "its the last one tonight and the last ones are always the best so lets go!" you would rather sit and order another drink, but what if something else happened cause you were alone? so reluctantly you got up with them and got closer to the middle ring, you heard the loud speakers announcing the boxers as they entered the ring. you weren't even paying attention, nothing could stop your mind racing with thoughts about the girl outside.

you shake yourself out of the trance when dina reaches over to you to touch your hands that were shaking but you didn't even realize, you look to her and give her smile that she returns, then she looks back to the ring and you turn your head to follow her eyes to the center. and your breathe caught.

thats her.

thats the girl who saved you outside.

the girl with her hands wrapped in tape and the mouthguard in.

the girl who wondered if she'd ever see you again either, not that you knew that, but she hoped it wasn't the last time.

you wondered what she thought as you both stared back at each other. you heard the coach start the countdown. you just watched her.

...5

...4

...3

...2

as the buzzer started, she smiled directly at you then turned to throw the first punch.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Foxes II

Jenni Hermoso x Child!Reader

Summary: You draw Jenni

One of Jenni's favourite things is a slow day off after a match. She doesn't have to go out. She doesn't have to run or kick a ball no matter how much she loves it.

She can just sit, stretched out on the sofa, typing away at her laptop. You sit squished between her and the back of the sofa, down by her legs where you can rub your fingers on her fuzzy pyjama bottoms.

They match yours and you like that.

They're fluffy and that feels good under your fingers.

Jenni looks down at you fondly. She hadn't gotten you dressed today, content to let you just chill for the day in your favourite pyjamas.

You have major bedhead too but you don't really like the feeling of the hairbrush so Jenni's glad that she had the foresight to braid up your hair last night so it's not a tangled mess and she can go without dragging a brush through it today.

"What do you want for lunch today, Osita?"

You look up at her, brows furrowed in confusion. "Panini," You say.

That's your go-to when Jenni orders in. There's a café nearby that delivers and you've been obsessed with the paninis since you first went in. The workers just adore you there and whenever you go, you come out with a perfect panini and a new fox sticker to add to your collection.

"Mhm," Jenni says," Your normal?"

You nod. Your fox ear headband slips briefly over your eyes and you push it back so you can see Jenni.

"Alright, Osita. Let me up so I can call."

You pout a little when she asks that because she's comfortable and you just want to lay on Mami forever. But you let her up anyway because your normal panini is the best panini in the world and it's the only thing you want to eat today.

You watch Mami go to order the food and you huff, moving to the floor. Your sketchpad and pencils lay there abandoned and you pick them up. Usually, you enjoy drawing the same fox over and over again but today you do something different.

Your pencil scrawls over the paper until a Mami fox and a baby fox appear on your page. You tear it out of your book, slamming your eyes shut at the horrific sound it makes.

It bounces in your ears as you wander over to Mami. She's still on the phone because she's well known at the café and the elderly couple that run it like to talk.

You tug on her pyjama bottoms and she looks down.

"One second...Osita, is something wrong? What's up?"

You hand here your drawing. "Us," You grunt before turning on your heels to return to the sofa where some of your fox toys wait for you.

Jenni watches you go, returning to her conversation before looking down at the picture you've given her. You don't like sharing your work, mainly because after the third time of the same picture, people get bored.

The picture you've drawn this time is different.

It's still clearly of foxes because Jenni knows you'd rather do nothing than draw anything other than a fox. There's a big fox sitting down with a little baby fox next to it. It's a line drawing and not coloured in at all which is a little different than normal but Jenni thinks is sweet.

Your spelling is coming along well though because you've scrawled 'Mami' and 'Me' under each of them so Jenni knows who they are.

She doesn't want to fold up this picture because it's special so she gently tucks it between the pages of a magazine.

The picture circles through Jenni's mind through the next few weeks until she decides on a plan one random evening as you sleep on her chest like you used to do as a baby.

It's a bit spur of the moment but once it's done Jenni can't help but think it's perfect.

"Mami," You say as your babysitter leaves," You're back."

"I am," She says," Can I show you something?"

You nod.

There's very little space on Jenni's arms that isn't heavily tattooed but there's a patch on her inner arm that's just big enough for a Mami fox and a baby fox.

"My drawing..." Tentatively, you reach out to trace your fingers across the tattoo, giggling when Jenni flutters kisses over your face.

At first, she thinks that's it. You're not the biggest fan of touch even from her, at least not skin-to-skin so Jenni's a little surprised when you wiggle up to her chest the next day off.

Most of the time, you stick lower by her legs because you like the feeling of her pyjamas against your face but Jenni welcomes you up higher with her as you try to find a comfortable position.

Your head rests against her collarbone as she types on her laptop, occasionally tilting her head down to give you a kiss.

Your hand reaches out slowly to touch Jenni's skin. You freeze but Jenni doesn't react in any way. A singular finger gently traces over her new tattoo.

Mami put your drawing on her body. Tattoos are forever, you know that and Mami put your drawing on her body forever.

That makes you feel nice.

Of course, the kisses she gives you whenever you complete a full trace of the tattoo is nice too.

[magnoliavasconcelos]

"He's just a baby"

Pairing: Jungkook x fem!reader

Word count: 382

Warnings: explicit language, suggestive themes

Content: fluff, established relationship, one shot

Situation: your food is too good, Bam is too clingy and Jungkook wouldn't swap his little family for anything.

"What the fuck is this?"

The first words came from a tired Jungkook, dressed in baggy black clothes, hands on his waist and a smile growing on his face.

"What?"

"Have you seen yourself?"

He said, pointing at Bam and me, lying on the sofa with a blanket, Bam's head on my chest as I pet him.

"He deserves pampering, look at his face." Jungkook laughs in disbelief. "Have you seen his size?"

"I think someone's jealous, but who am I to talk, I would be too if a beautiful woman like me wasn't paying me any attention." I say with a small smile looking at Bam once again.

"Of course I am, I know my rights." He says, as he leans in to kiss me. "I made us food." I say, pointing to the kitchen worktop. I see his doe eyes growing as he looks at the food I've prepared. His favourite ramen, with green onions, soft boiled eggs and sesame seeds.

Smelling a sweet scent through his button nose, he looked over and there were small freshly made chocolat cookies with hearts on top.

"You did all this?" He asked me, his eyes wide. "Yes, I went to buy the flour at the shop of that older couple we met."

Ahhh, that day. He thought. A week ago, when we had gone to walk Bam, we found a precious shop, run by an elderly couple, where everything seemed to be in perfect condition. But nothing was more perfect than his girl in a yellow sundress and his dog always on guard around her.

"I love you." Jungkook says as he looks at me with such affection that I feel like I'm going to explode. "I love you too..." I say and then he interrupts me. "No, I love you. In an inexplicable way, in a way that makes me want to enjoy every moment with you. In bad times and in good times, when we laugh like fools, when you get upset about someone at work and I start planning to kill them, when I miss a step in a routine and you cheer me up, when I complain that Bam steals you away from me but I love that he loves you like a mother, the fact that I came home to delicious food you made. I'm just madly in love with our home life."

"Stop it..." I say and feel my cheeks heat up. Jungkook walks up to me with a mischievous smile. "I won't stop, pretty thing." He starts kissing me all over my face, while Bam starts snuggling closer to me, pushing Jungkook further away. "Bam stop stealing my girl, you've had her all day, now it's my turn."

"Don't talk to him like that, he's just a baby." I look at the Doberman. "Who's Mummy's cutest baby?" I ask in a baby voice, causing Bam to climb on top of me and lick my face.

"Give me some attention, I thought I was your baby too." The singer, with tattoos and piercings adorning his smooth skin and bulging muscles, looks at me with an irresistible pout, making me grab his face and kiss him. "You'll always be my baby, my sweet boy, my golden boy, my Kookie..."

He takes me round the waist and kisses me like a hungry man. "I'd really like to eat you right now, but I think we'd better eat the food you've prepared and deal with it later." Jeon tells me without a hint of shame, leaving me all soft. I just nod and we head for the dining table, sit on his lap and enjoy our meal before moving on to the next one.

This is my first fic, hope I can get better.

[court-jobi]

For Your Eyes Only

💥Poll Reveal: Birthday Special💥

Pairing: Bakugou x tattooed!reader (fitting theme for biker!reader, no?)

Words: 2.2k

Rating: 18+ (heavy smexy insinuations near the end)

Warnings: NSFWish, reunited lovers, partial undressing, body worship, tattoos, possessive!Bakugou, basically foreplay, implied sexual touch, reunited and it feels so good

Summary:

Someone's missed their Pro-Hero while he's been off lighting up villains for seven weeks straight. The meantime does gives you the brilliant idea for a gorgeous new tattoo, though... all for your darling hero as a birthday present while he's away on mission, so you can keep the freshly inked secret close to your chest. Pretty nice surprise waiting for Bakugou to unwrap when he gets home, yeah?

A/N: Remember THIS POLL? Y'all gave me some splendid direction, thanks so much to everyone who voted! Might still very well run with some leftover ideas and make another fic for our other recipient (Birdie Boy Hawks), but hope you enjoy the winner~

For my My Hero Academia Masterlist, check it out here!

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"Ready for a surprise?"

Shrugging off his shoulder strap, Bakugou stares after you in snarky disbelief. He hasn’t even taken his shoes off yet, dammit. Still, he can’t help but smile.

"Hmm a surprise, huh? Takes a lot to surprise me, sweet thing…"

"Oh, I think I've done it this time,” you swing your hips on your way to the kitchen. “You haven't noticed it yet in all our calls- though I guess you haven't really had much chance to, lately."

"Tch– don't remind me,” he toes off his travel shoes by the table. “This whole ‘secret agent’ bullshit took way longer than I thought it would- been dying to get back to you. Haven't talked to you in days, or had decent reception enough to look at a photo in weeks; forget anything else. Speaking of…c’mere you.”

Bakugou slinks towards you, though you back up away from him, tugging your yukata taught from the back so he couldn't make a grab for it.

“What’re you runnin’ way for, heh??”

"Not letting you spoil it so fast there, babe~!”

You hop onto the kitchen counter with a couple careful adjustments to the overlapping ends of your robe, –sweet, sexy appeal coating your words.

"If you're gonna unwrap it, you've got to have a good view."

Bakugou teased the tip of his canines with an appreciative chuckle.

"You're my present, are ya?"

"Something like that."

Bakugou eyed you over with sneaky wonder. What on earth could you be hiding. 

His attention trailed down your legs- socked, but otherwise bare. He steps closer to you, wedging between your legs with a forceful jut of his hips, and cups your jaw into a long, starved kiss. You won't be getting out from under his grasp anytime soon, he's makin’ damn sure of that. 

It’s not your first kiss since Bakugou’s arrival through the door, but deeper than that quickie peck you'd given him at first sight. You’d hugged him tight around the neck in perfect bliss after such a long separation– only to dart away, killing any of his plans to never let you go. 

That long-awaited kiss of greeting was kept painfully brief by Bakugou’s standards– followed immediately by your retreat to the kitchen, where you’re now acting the most secretive you ever have in your entire relationship. 

He'd be crushed if he wasn't so confused. 

Parting, he rumbles directly into your waiting mouth.

"What are you up to, pretty?"

"No funny business. Just a great surprise." 

You’re toying with his hoodie’s knotted ends, cinching and uncinching the knots and seeking shy permission to strip him. Bakugou lets you, shedding his pullover that reeks of airport and leaving him in the black compression shirt he could trademark- wrinkled, half-rucked up his abs, and perfect.

To his surprise, you seem pleased enough with this level of undress and stop tugging on him altogether. At the moment where he’d expected you to slip his pants loose next, you merely push him back into place between your knees. Doing so allows the space to scoot just so towards the edge of the counter. 

You brace back on your palms, posture up and cutting your sights down to where his hands trail across your waist: he���s calculating your moves for hints, few as they are.

"Go on and open it."

Bakugou's brow still worked together as he fought his edging smile. 

What on earth could this be? His first best guess would be something sexy to wear, but he honestly finds that pointless since nothing lasts that long on you, anyhow. A laced-up view would be the most mouthwatering sight for the man who’s been starved of you for seven straight weeks… but he reckons this has to hold bigger shock factor. 

Following your lead and gentle instruction, Bakugou sweeps an eager hand back with a jerk to untie your sash and then bends over to divide the curtain of your kimono to your hips, granting him the sweet heat of your calves, knees, thighs, and-- 

Bakugou's jaw goes slack.

Atop your left leg, creased at the flesh of your hip lay his intended surprise: a fully realized tattoo of gorgeous black and grayed ink. 

The center of it all bore a gorgeously stylized pawprint -left empty of pigment for contrast- digging in slightly to the flesh, deliciously possessive, as if the full body were howling its word of ‘mine’ into the night. 

Claiming its territory. Guarding its beloved.

Naturally, the design didn't stop there. The paw and its indentions laid surrounded by a burst of swirls and sparks resembling firework patterns: some as sunbursts, some as residual trails of light intermixing with haze. The most notable hailed the shape of ‘Dynamight’s fanned accents– mimicking the rays of the earth’s brightest star– known by just about every folklore believer for strength and victory.

This shading is impeccable: saturated to perfection and a gorgeous display of artistry. There are billows of ombre smoke that spread throughout the design, creating a nebulous effect throughout the background, leaning into uncanny imagery of a certain someone’s quirk.

Each element features his take on ‘lucky charms’~ branded right there on your skin. 

The symbol was divine… and for a man with a faster tongue unafraid to speak his mind, Bakugou has no words.

Dumbstruck and in utter awe, Bakugou's fingers trail in slow motion towards your newest addition of skin ink. He releases a breath he hadn't realized he was holding back, crouching subconsciously to one side, revealing more and more skin with the lift of the kimono. The hipband of your underwear cut off the very spiky peak of a spark, but it didn't hide much of the body of the tattoo- all was plenty visible from the hip, down your thigh.

You sneak in a cautious breath with proud anticipation, drinking in Bakugou's every soft reaction. A little huff escapes your nose seeing your partner’s mouth hung open from the moment he locks sight of your leg– sights which have never parted since. 

Not to speak, not to swallow, barely to blink.

"Happy birthday, Katsuki~" you nearly sing.

Finally, Bakugou tears himself from his trance to lock into your brilliant eyes, their bright points muted in this low light by the kitchen window.

"When-- hah- ho-?"

"You were gone almost two months, honey," you reminded with a twinge of sultry pride. "Once you got orders on the op, I booked the outline, then another session for the fill. Healed up just in time for you to come crashing in the door."

With your non-balancing hand, you twine your fingers over his, swiping over the lower half of the tattoo. The movement matches the curve of the curling tufts of smoke laid there.

Bakugou follows as you move his hand along by your guidance, leading him lazily until you trace it down to the bottom, not wanting to cover up anything.

Taking a slow knee to study it with careful hands cupping your thighs, you coo light in your chest with a loving stroke on your hero’s arm as Bakugou gets comfortable on his knees.

"This-- this is days worth of work, for you.." Bakugou muttered breathlessly.

"‘Bout three full days, start to finish. Larza did such a good job, didn’t they." you beam, crediting your artist. With a little sparkle, you hedge your newly revealed excitement, "--Do you like it?"

Bakugou's squint through his surprised joy was adorable- though he'd deny ever resembling anything close to the word.

"Sweet’eart... S'fucking gorgeous."

His weak slack-jawed look turned into a grin, which drives up into a breathless laugh. 

But Bakugou is not done marveling yet…

You rake through his wild hair lovingly, doubling the intimate experience. 

“Three days,” he husks, "That's a long time, angel. You stayed so still for this one- there's not a stroke outta place."

Recounting each of your other tattoos that lie either on both your arms or other bits of tender skin, this piece held significantly more ‘natural cushion’ to work with.

"Probably hurt the least of any of them, honestly. M'not gonna lie n’ say it was a breeze near the hip..but hell, was the finished product worth it."

At this, Bakugou finally shows an emotion other than ‘want’- a flash of concern tents his brow and firms his lips as he lifts up to you.

You could laugh about it now; all discomfort is long gone after the insanely prickly healing process.

"Not too much of course! Just the usual. But the itching- oof, that wasn't funny. Had to hide out here for the first two days- couldn't wear any clothes over it yet. Just me, your pillow, my Kindle, and a vat of lotion to keep me from going out of my mind from the blistering. N’ I couldn’t handle talking to you, or else y-"

“-You faked a head cold, you crafty little DUMBASS!!” 

Bakugou pieced together your ‘random’ excuse for those days when he’d tried to touch base with you.

The sidenote of spending that much time alone -wearing next to nothing- sends Bakugou reeling into lust again in a heartbeat; all while you giggle at your successful ruse. 

Gifts to your lifemate have all carried meaning and touched on every part of his identity. Whether it was a symbol of your connection, or a splurge that he’d been pining for but far too tight-fisted to award himself, you stepped in and would take extra care into a special, well-thought out present on these occasions you felt were worth celebrating– even if he’d sooner forget. 

Bakugou’s arrival home landing on his birthday was a true afterthought to him; but not to you. 

Your skin laid newly adorned with more stunning art– but more notably, laid nearly bare under his hands. Right where he craved them, and right where he could smell your very essence - just a little closer. 

It’s no secret how much he loves every inch of you -inside and out- and in every curve and crevasse… and it’s here that his brain clicks together why you’d sat so precariously on the counter now.

Bakugou thanks you with his whole chest, the lovesick aura glowing even more beautiful with its rawness.

"This is absolutely beautiful- I love it, baby,” your striking boyfriend declares the impact your gift has had on him, "Fuck me, this is-- first the rings, then the new gauntlets, now this?"

"Well, anyone can see those first two in broad daylight,” you sass… then softer, “This one's just for you, Kats..."

"Damn right it is," Bakugou leans down, eyeing you before laying a euphoric kiss on the tip of your hipbone.

Heated lips kiss the same spot again, slower this time. Then another, further down. And again, and again- covering the art with wet lovemarks. You've moisturized the tattoo expertly, treating it with an essence of mango and verbena filling his senses– and a light coconutty taste, as he'd learned from the last time you'd gotten one done on your shoulder. 

Passing over the wolf’s claws, Bakugou bared his teeth ever so much, rumbling a happy growl to make you laugh- then moan. Pleasure, adoration, obsession.

With a flash of crimson up to you,  Bakugou hungered low and deeper still,

"Sounds like torture, angel. Don't know how you invite that sorta pain over and over…” 

Affected by his slow worship along your leg, you subconsciously tuck that leg in; anything to give him more space to cover, make sure nothing is missed.

“I keep tellin’ ya, it's not too bad. You’d look pretty hot with some ink, yourself.”

While the man disagrees with a playful sarcasm, his respect for both your thoughtfulness -and pain tolerance- is enough to get him hard.

Bakugou fantasizes about the whole process: taking a wildly rapid pen to you, laid on your side naked from the waist down, drawn u[on as a living, breathing canvas… all with the sole intention to be marked for his eyes only, forever. 

Three whole days.. Bakugou mulls over the work you’ve done. The statement you’ve made with this gift. The proud look in your eyes that doesn’t regret a single stroke, and has chosen to celebrate its claim on your body by giving him full rights to every inch of you…

“Wasn’t even ‘ere to hold your hand through it…” Bakugou offers sweetly. He would have been at your side, had he not been off saving the world yet again. 

A touch of dominance comes through his observation, eliciting a delightful reaction he knows will follow. You affirm; giving a sweet, pliant moan of agreement, while you shake your head in a ‘no’ for your past loneliness. You’re ordinarily plenty self-sufficient even in his absences, but play the role of the left-behind lover adorably well.

While one powerful hand teases needy fingers over the seam of your underwear with the intent to rip them off and another reaches for your ankle with plans to chuck it over his shoulder, the birthday boy relishes in the sights, sounds, and feel of you already–

“...I should make up for your troubles now, shouldn't I?” Bakugou rumbles like spring’s telltale thunder in front of your core, ready and waiting to taste, “Gotta thank you properly, yeah?"

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Styles in Rome

Our Story Masterlist Summary: Harry, YN and Grace have their first family holiday in Italy.

Based on this request and a big thank you to @howling-wolf97 for helping me.

warning: body insecurities

Italy was like a second home to Harry and YN. The last few years they had spent  lot of time there, whether that was work related for Harry or to enjoy some time as a couple. It only felt right for their first family holiday to be to Rome. 

Travelling with a 7 week old baby had definitely tested their travelling skills of needing to pack more, travel heavier and plan their schedule to the inch of their lives. 

Harry had managed to organise their flights so they would land early evening, meaning they could try and stick to Grace’s routine as much as they could. 

Their first full day began with a 7am wake up call from Grace, who was letting out small cries from her travel cot next to their bed. YN stirred first, adjusting the Italian sun shining through the large glass window.

Gently picking up Grace from where she lay, she carefully cuddled her into her shoulder and picking up her blanket. “Shh…it’s okay…Mummy’s here…are you hungry my girl?”. 

YN walked through their apartment and opened the door to the balcony, that overlooked the sea. Sitting on one of the chairs, YN gently lifted her top and allowed Grace to latch on for her morning milk. Stroking the little one’s cheek, she couldn’t help but think about how lucky she was. “Your Daddy and me love it here…and I’m sure you will too”. 

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Harry appeared at the balcony doors, two mugs in his hands before placing them on the table. “Morning my girls!”. He left a peck on YN’s lips, before placing his finger in Grace’s hand as she still fed. “Are you having cuddles with Mummy? Are you taking all my cuddles?”.

“I think Daddy’s jealous”. YN pretended to whisper to Grace, adding a smirk as she watched Harry sit in the chair next to her.

“You can’t blame a man for wanting some cuddles with his wife”. YN couldn’t hide her smile as she stared at him. “Why are you looking at me like that?”.

Her smile only got bigger, as she glanced down at Grace and back at her husband. “I just love it when you call me your wife”.

“You’ve been my wife for the last twelve years…but it’s just official now”. Harry did mean what he said. They may have only been married for a couple of months, but nothing has changed between the couple. They’re still happy, still madly in love but now they get to share that happiness with their daughter.

“I love you more and more everyday”. YN lifted Grace up as she noticed she had finished her morning feed.

“It will never beat my love for you two”. Harry opened his arms as YN gently placed Grace into them. Seeing Harry with Grace always sparked a burst of joy in YN’d heart. She watched as Harry looked down at Grace in his arms with pure love and him being a dad was definitely YN’s favourite look on him.

“Your dad era makes you ten times hotter!”. YN couldn’t control what she was saying. The postpartum hormones and the lack of intimacy the last few months has definitely caught with her. “Long hair era has gone to second place!”.

“You must really fancy me at the moment then…you used to pounce on me every change you got when I had long locks!”. Harry teased as he cuddled Grace into his arms, placing a delicate kiss to her head.

“They were the days!”.

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After they had eaten some breakfast, got showered and dressed for the day. They decided to spend a couple of hours at the beach.

As they arrived at the quiet beach, Grace had fallen asleep in the carrier so they laid her down under the large umbrella out of the sun. Harry quickly removed his T-shirt, which left him in his dark green shorts and tattoos on display. YN let her eyes stare, taking in the view and admiring her gorgeous husband. She couldn’t help but let the insecurities take over and question how someone so effortlessly beautiful could want her.

Harry covered himself in sunscreen, before his eyes noticed that YN was doing the same to herself after she had put some on Grace. But what he was surprised at was that she was still wearing her cover up.

“Not that I don’t like your cover up…but I was hoping that since Grace isn’t in need of those right now that I could admire them”. Harry tried to joke about wanting to see YN in a bikini.

YN’s lips twitched knowing Harry was teasing. “Oh…uh…I’m a bit chilly”. She cursed at herself knowing how ridiculous that sounded considering how warm it was.

Harry frowned as he realised that there was more to this than he originally thought. Sitting down on the large towels covering the sand, he slid his arm around her waist, his hand landing on her hip. “Hey…what’s wrong?”.

YN thought about lying again, making something else up, but she knew Harry had already caught onto her hiding something. Without looking at him, as she felt his hand rubbing her hip gently, she spoke the truth. “It’s just…since I’ve…I…I’m embarrassed of my body since having Grace…and that’s not Grace’s fault…I absolutely love that my body grew such a beautiful little baby…but I can’t help but think you’re going to look at my new body and just…I don’t know…not love me anymore!”.

Harry listened to every words his wife said, and the words stung. He blamed himself for how YN was feeling and annoyed that he hadn’t noticed. He thought carefully about his next words, not wanting to say the wrong thing. Gently turning her head to face him. “Babe…I could never not love you…if anything I love you more now than I ever have…you’re more to me than just your body, you’re my wife…you’re my best friend…my soulmate…the mother to my baby and future babies…nobody else is you and I want you…I’ll always want you…I’m in love with you”.

YN had carefully closed her eyes as Harry spoke, and he could only assume it was to stop herself from crying, so his words only continued as he pulled her closer so he was cuddling her.

“You'll never love yourself half as much as I love you…And you'll never treat yourself right darling, but I want you to…if I let you know, I'm here for you…Maybe you'll love yourself like I love you, oh…And I've just let these little things slip out of my mouth…’Cause it's you, oh, it's you…It's you, they add up to…And I'm in love with you…And all these little things…I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth…But if it's true, it's you…It's you, they add up to…I'm in love with you…And all your little things”. Harry sung softly as YN laid in his arms, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks as he sang the meaningful lyrics to her. “But you’re perfect to me”.

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sarah_70 So pleased for you darling! A dream come true💕 ⌞layla_tpwk thanks mum🫶🏼 ⌞ynstyles sarah_70 Your daughter is an absolute credit to you. She was so polite, kind and respectful today, especially towards our newborn Grace🩷Layla, a big thank you from Harry and I x ⌞harryfan7 YN!!! ⌞ynrryfan4 OMG YN LIKED AND COMMENTED!! ⌞sarah_70 ynstyles She’s beautiful inside and out. Thank you to you and your husband for giving up some time to chat with her, you’ve made her beam💜 ⌞layla_tpwk ynstyles it was so lovely to meet you both and baby grace 💕

ynrrydaily Story time please???? ⌞harryupdate desperate for this one because yn has liked and commented🙈 ⌞layla_tpwk ok..I’m still in shock but I’m on a family holiday in Italy. I was with my dad and we were walking around and then I spotted harry and yn walking towards us. At first I thought I was dreaming but then I could see yn carrying grace in a carrier. I didn’t want to disturb them but my dad knows I’m a huge fan so he spoke to them first and explained I had been a fan since 1D were on X factor. Honestly they were so kind and even recommended some places for us to go to. yn is literally the sweetest human ever and grace is soooo cute!! I am so happy tonight❤️ ⌞harryfan4 I am very jealous!! ⌞ynrryfan8 I want to meet Harry, YN and Grace😢 ⌞ynfan does grace look like harry or yn??? ⌞layla_tpwk she’s definitely a Tomlinson💕

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Couples Tattoos | Spencer Agnew x Reader Oneshot

Here's my little blurb about a tattoo I noticed during this vid and I'm obsessed with it. I know the pic is blurry asf but I had to screenshot it from the smosh mouth ep 😭

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"I think I want to get a tattoo.” you mentioned offhandedly while you were working on your laptop, sitting near Spencer. 

“You should, I think it’ll be cool.” Spencer agreed. 

“I just want it to be important I guess.” You remarked, scooting closer to Spencer. “At least for my first.” 

You didn’t have any tattoos. You always wanted to get one but felt nervous about putting something so permanent on your body. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, had many tattoos. He frequently got tattoos; he had gotten 4 since you got together. You adored his tattoos, you thought they were so nerdy and fun but made him extra attractive. 

“Can we get one together?” You asked.

“Seriously?” He asked, turning his whole body to face you, with a surprised face. “That’s a big commitment.” 

“Well I love you and I don’t plan on ever not being with you so..” 

Spencer couldn’t help but smile at this. The sentiment made him giddy and why not? You had been together for years and Spencer planned on marrying you one day. 

“Let’s do it.” Spencer agreed, wholeheartedly ready to make an appointment. 

“Really?” You asked, the widest smile on your face. 

“Fuck it man.” He laughed, both of your work long forgotten. “I’ve gotten tattoos of absolute bullshit, at least this would be meaningful.” 

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You and Spencer had been brainstorming tattoo ideas for weeks, doing intense research on styles and artists. As excited as you both were, neither of you had any clue what to get. Spencer wanted to let you have the final decision since it was your first. 

You were laying in bed with Spencer, watching a movie. You flipped over, settling your head on his chest and laying your leg over his, straddling his side slightly. This was your favorite way to cuddle, it felt intimate. Spencer knew this about you. It was something he had noticed very early on in your relationship, and he loved it. Something about the way you loved being close to him brought him a lot of joy. You settled into Spencer, sighing when you found the perfect position. 

This was when Spencer had an idea. He didn’t want to wake you, as you were on the verge of sleep, but he immediately wrote his idea down on his phone. 

The next day when you both went into the office he made his way to the art department. “I need one of your guys' help.” He said, walking up to the group of desks. 

“Okay?” Erin Kushner asked, pulling her headphones off one ear. 

“I need a concept design for a tattoo, doesn't need to be anything crazy.” 

“Yeah sure, what's the tattoo?” Erin agreed. 

Spencer explained his idea, getting teased by Erin for how cute your relationship was. Erin quickly drew up a perfect picture for him. He was incredibly excited to show you it, knowing you would fall in love. 

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He waited until you were home and settled. You were cuddled on the couch with him, watching as he scrolled through twitter. “I think I have the perfect tattoo for us.” Spencer said, pulling the paper out of his pocket. “I thought of it last night but wanted to get it drawn out to show you.” 

He showed you the drawing Erin did, noting the gasp that left your lips. It was a Keith Herring-esq drawing of two figures lying together, cuddled up in your favorite position. 

“Wait, I love it, that’s so cute.” 

“It's the way we always lay together.” He explained, even though you already knew, he was just excited to talk about it. 

“This is the sweetest thing ever, it’s perfect. I love you Spence.” You squealed, smiling into a sweet kiss you placed on his lips. “Wait! We can fill in the one that represents us.” You offered excitedly. 

“I love that.” Spencer smiled, his heart swelling at your excitement. “I’ll book an appointment tomorrow? We’ll probably get in within a few weeks.” 

You agreed, rambling about where you should get it. 

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Three weeks had gone by and today was the day of your tattoo appointment. It wasn’t until yesterday that you decided your placement, you and Spencer both wanting to get it on your inner arm. 

Spencer got his tattoo first, showing you it would go just fine. It eased your nerves, calming you down before you got in the seat. 

He held your hand the entire time. You told him it was okay and the pain wasn’t awful but he insisted on holding it the whole time to “keep you calm”. 

When the appointment was over you and Spencer had the most beautiful couple tattoos. Your artist took some pictures for you and you both immediately posted them, excited to share it with the world. 

Even though everyone knew you and Spencer were in love, now you both had a depiction of your love immortalized forever.

[cherryblossomwriting]

Morning Whispers

Summary: Harry’s raspy morning voice turns Y/N on

W.C: 719 

Warnings: None, just mentions of oral sex 

Tags: Singer!Boyfriend!Harry x Girlfriend!Y/n 

The rays of sunshine falling through the mesh curtain like sprinkles of glitter. Watching the sun shine on a winter morning is the best feeling ever. But you know what's even better than that… having a man with a face chiselled with features handcrafted by the gods of ancient Greece sleeping right next to you on the same bed. The irony between the soft sunlight kissing his manly face that seems to have aged like fine wine with wisdom, oh how she envied the sun. His eyebrows always seem to quiver while he is relaxed in his sweet slumber. She knows how stressful the last couple weeks have been for him. Harry is planning his next world tour, she is extremely happy for her boyfriend however it has taken a toll on his mental health. She can’t help but stare at the butterfly tattoo on his abs that move rhythmically with each breath. These were the moments she lived for. The feeling where the world goes quiet, a sense of absolute serenity… a little world of their own, just her and Harry. Sometimes it's hard for her to believe that the moment she is experiencing is actually true. A dream came true. She could never get enough of him. Y/N cant help but smile as she watches his lips slightly pout in his sleep, a habit he has that she noticed from the very beginning of their relationship. Even now, after 3 years into their relationship, it makes her smile at how innocent he looks while he sleeps. She moves her face closer to his and gives him a small kiss on his lip. Moving her hands into his hair just to massage them lightly. 

His eyes slowly open as he tries to adjust to the bright sunlight. He smiles as he watches the love of his life staring at him like he is the only man she has ever seen. Anyone watching them from far away could say that they love each other to death. Harry pulls Y/N into a deep, passionate kiss to start the day on a good note. “Good mornin’, my sweet pea,” he says in his deep, raspy morning voice. “Oh, Im fucked,” she thinks to herself. If someone asked her what motivates her to get up in the morning. She sure would answer by saying “just to hear his morning voice”. Harry has always had a deep yet calming voice, however, his voice tends to get extra deep in the morning. It resembles his raw, sexual masculinity. However, Y/n's voice tends to be the exact opposite of Harry’s. Soft, delicate and fragile. This is because most mornings her voice is gone due to shouting and moaning Harry’s name all night. 

“You know how much I love you right, darling?” He speaks with care and love in his voice. The deadly combination of his sweet words of affirmation and his alluring, sensual voice gets Y/n’s mind in a spiral. He never fails to mention how much he loves her first thing in the morning. “I know. I love you too. A little too much right now,” she says in her soft voice. “Yeah, why is that?” he asks, knowing the reason very well. A few months into the relationship he realised how much his morning voice turned her on. Although she never confirmed it, he knew very well. “You know very well baby” she replies back. He just hums back and pulls her into his chest. Her back touching his chest. He sprinkles small kisses on her neck and kisses her a little longer on the spot that he knows is extremely sensitive. Leaving a small mark for him to admire later on in the day. He drags his hand on her waist down to her naked stomach, rubbing small circles. Y/N usually sleeps in her cute, crop tops and shorts while Harry sleeps only in his boxers. Harry positions Y/N on her back as he gets on his knees. She knows exactly what he is going to do and to say she was excited (in both ways;)) was an understatement. She gasps as he pulls her shorts down. He spanks her inner right thigh and groans and murmurs “Now hush, let daddy have his breakfast in peace.”       

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𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭? - 𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

summary: in which you tell the tucrotte boy about your relationship

disclaimer: english is not my first language and this is not proofread so please excuse any errors and if any words are missing add them in your head :) also this is a work of fiction, this doesn’t reflect how these boys act in real life, and it isn’t how i imagine them acting 

warnings: couple of swear words, not proofread,  

pairing: luke hughes x y/n zegras (lemon au)

wc: 1.7k

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-MID JUNE '23-

Being Trevor’s little sister, Alex Turcotte was no stranger to you, no he was practically another brother to you. The two hockey players have always been close during their NTDP days, but their bond only grower closer and deeper as they arrived in their neighboring cities to start their professional hockey careers. At first, the two were always together, getting tattoos at the same time, something you teased them about, going to check out cars, everything they did, the other was right next to him. 

Over the time, your own friendship with the Chicago native grew, and he was the first person you’d talk to whenever you had problems you didn’t want your actual brothers to know about. He was one of the first to know about your new friendship with the youngest Hughes, the defenceman also seeing the Turcotte boy as an older brother since he lived with them for two years. It was safe to say Alex was over the moon when he found out his “adopted little siblings”, as he liked to call the two of you, were finally friends. 

When you and Luke got together, you both wanted to tell Alex more than anyone else, but you both knew how bad he was at keeping secrets, getting too excited about them and blurring them out without even noticing. So, it was a mutual decision to not tell him before your brothers, not wanting him to tell your real siblings about your relationship. 

You were pretty good at acting like nothing was going on whenever he’d question you about the Hughes boy, but for Luke, that was a different story. The boy stuttered everything he’d have to answer the simplest question about you, how you were doing, how your classes were, it all made Luke so nervous. 

The worst time was when Alex called him while the two of you were studying in his room together, you could hear his voice coming from Luke’s phone speaker slightly, holding back a laugh as you heard your name being said. Your boyfriend looking at you with wide eyes, stuttering over his words as he informed the Turcotte boy that you were right next to him. 

Their call ended with Alex asking the young boy to tell you he’d be calling soon, and Luke waisted no time hanging the phone and letting out a loud sigh as a laugh erupted from you. For the next week or so, you took every chance you got to tease him about how nervous he was, his face growing red everytime you’d mention it. 

Now, here you sat on the dock of Jack and Quinn’s home in Michigan, your feet barely touching the water as birds sang in the air, the sound of the family a couple of houses over swimming being heard. It was early in the morning, none of the boys were up yet, having stayed up late last night considering today was a day off, meaning you had peace and quiet for what felt like the first time in almost a week. 

You had been invited by the middle Hughes brother months ago when they were planning this, before you and Luke we’re even together, still in the early stage of your friendship. But, even if Jack hadn’t personally invited you, Luke would’ve asked you to come, or Trevor would’ve dragged you there, tired of hearing Cole complain about how excited he was to see his favorite Swifty, the boy deciding to buy you tickets to the show in Detroit for your birthday. 

You had now been a resident of the Hughes’ brothers lake house for almost two weeks now, and sneaking around the boys had been pretty easy so far. They weren’t the smartest out there, and they also just never knew what was going on around them, making it pretty easy for you two to sneak around at night or even during the day. You and Luke both thought you were doing amazing at keeping your relationship a secret from the boys, well at least from his brothers and Cole, Alex though, he was different. 

Whenever you and your boyfriend would be sitting next to each other on the boat, casually talking, the boy would always be looking over at the two of you. You ignored it though, thinking it was probably just weird for him to actually see the two of interacting for the first time, but that all quickly changed the night before your brother was supposed to arrive in Michigan. 

You were sitting at the end of the dock, your feet barely touching the water as your eyes were stucked on the sunset in front of you. The lake was quiet, it always was during this time of day, most families either eating a late dinner outside or already starting a firecamp, which is what the boys were doing at the moment. 

Firecamp time mainly included them arguing about who got to do what, and at first you would just watch and laugh, but eventually you grew tired of their childish bickering and decided the dock would be where you spent your time while you waited for them to do done. You liked to consider it your alone time for the day, considering the house was never silent until everyone went to sleep and the noise would start again early in the morning before they left to train. 

You used the hours they were gone to sleep, since sleep hand’t came until the early hours of the morning staying up late in Luke’s room until the boy fell asleep before slipping back into yours, that you’d soon be sharing with Trevor. 

“Hey.” Alex said, sitting down next to you. His voice made you jump slightly, lost in your thoughts, a small chuckle leaving his mouth at his reaction. “Sorry.”

“You’re good.” You told him, smiling slightly at him before focusing back on the sight in front of you. 

“You okay?” The boy asked after a couple of minutes of silence, his words making you look over at him with a confused look on your face. 

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know. I just feel like there’s something… weird going on with you.” He mumbled. You bit the inside of your cheek slightly before looking back in front of you, the action going unnoticed by the older boy. 

“I am normal.” You said confused, making Alex let out a laugh. 

“That’s not what I meant, Y/N/N. It just feels like you’re hiding something, that’s what I meant by weird.” He explained after his laugh died down. You once again bit your the inside of your cheek, this time your action didn’t go unnoticed by the hockey player. His elbow nudge when he noticed how silent you were being. “Talk to me.” 

“Can you keep a secret?” You whispered, your eyes now focused on the water below your feet. 

“Mh-hm.” 

“Luke and I are dating.” You admitted, your voice low, almost scared someone would hear. The boy next to you stayed quiet for a while, making you a little worried. 

“Old news.” Alex said after almost a minute, making your head whip towards him with wide eyes. “Z couldn’t shut up about it, freaked out a little when he found out you two were already at the L word stage.” 

“Trev told you?” 

“Told all of us, we all know. That’s why I thought something was wrong, you and Luke weren’t acting like Trev describe the two of you. Asked Moose about it, why you were acting weird, said he thought you were acting pretty normal.” The curly headed boy explained, a soft grin on his face. 

“Trev’s an asshole, I told him not to tell anyone.” 

“You really expected him to be able to keep any kind of secret? He spammed our groupchat at like midnight, Jack wasn’t happy to get woken up.”

“How’d Jack react?” 

“I think he’s scared. If something bad happens between you two, it’s gonna be weird for him and Z to act like nothing happened. And if nothing bad happens, he’s scared he’s gonna be stuck being brother’s in-law with him.” The boy explained. A part of you almost started feeling guilty for maybe ruinning your brother’s friendship, but you knew Luke was the one for you. 

“Ellen said he’s never seen him like this.” You admitted, a smile of your own appearing on your face as your cheeks became a slight shade of pink. 

“Can’t believe you didn’t tell me though, how long as it been?” 

“Almost six months. December 14th.” You told him, a small gasp leaving his mouth. 

“I am wounded!” He exclaimed, his right hand coming up to rest on top of his heart, making you roll your eyes. “We’ve only known since like April!” 

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After a couple of minutes of talking about your relationship with the youngest Hughes boy, you and Alex made your way back to the firecamp after Cole had called out for them. Once you had made it back, you saw Luke standing along in the kitchen, his back facing the outside. You excused yourself quietly before making your way in with a grin on your face. 

Since the patio door was always left open, your boyfriend didn’t hear you, so when he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist, it’s safe to say he freaked out a little. The cup he was holding fell on the counter, the drink he had made spilling everywhere as a yelp left his mouth. 

“It’s just me Lemon.” You mumbled as you poked your head above his shoulder, standing on your tippy toes. His body turned slightly, grabbing your waist before bringing you in front of him, a yelp of your own echoing in the kitchen. 

Before the defensemen had time to say anything, you quickly connected your lips together. You hands reaching to the back of his head and his neck, holding his body close to yours as your lips moved together. Whistles and howlers could be heard from the boys outside, making Luke pull away from you. 

“What’re you―” 

“They know, Lu, they’ve known. Since April, because Trevor can’t keep his fucking mouth shut.” You explained, Luke smiling down at your brightly before connecting your lips again. His arms now completely wrapped around your waist as he pulled your body to his as possible. 

“I love you, Munchkin.” 

“I love you more, Lemon.”

[ohimsummer]

sashisu general hcs.ᐟ

— minors dni bc there’s nsfw/suggestive mixed in with these, sashisu x fem! reader, random hcs, reader has a septum piercing, horny gojo (derogatory), mentions of drugs, this got way longer than expected bc i was going a little insane

⟡ prepare to have your space invaded at every turn. gojo is a serial offender, he has to be touching you every time you're around because how else will you know he's super totally infafuated with your being if he's not laying over you like a cat.

⟡ arm around your shoulder, hands on your waist, chin on your shoulder with a cheek against yours, hugging you from behind. in your bubble all the time but hates when you call him clingy

⟡ says your lap is the best pillow and he will pout if you don't let him nap there. just say yes, it'll be easier on everyone. sleepy satoru can get very grumpy.

⟡ anyway, geto also likes invading your space but of course in a more subtle way. letting an elbow or knee rest against yours. if he’s sitting next to you, he likes to rest a chin in the hand nearest you just so he can lean a bit closer

⟡ lowkey they’re jealous because shoko gets Girl Bestfriend Privileges so she doesn’t have to try as hard to disguise some interactions as something platonic. she can lay her head in your lap or give you a big, tight hug or play with your hair and you just see it as things girl bsfs do with eachother.

⟡ gojo is….obsessed with your piercing. you catch him staring at it sometimes with a slight hint of red on his cheeks. he feels the same way about your septum as he does about geto’s snake bites + gauges (horny)

⟡ eavesdropped on a conversation you had with geto about getting the same piercing or an industrial and the visualization of you with snake bites made him so flustered gojo had to leave the (next) room

⟡ you have a matching tattoo with geto, an inside joke between the two of you inked on both your ankles. you and shoko were joking about getting matching tattoos the week before and in those 7 days, he smooth talked you into getting one with him first

⟡ sharing your sweets with gojo is second nature. you’ve gotten so used to him holding out a hand for your snacks, that now you’re offering him half before he can even ask.

⟡ it warms his heart, how you just automatically hold half your pastry or candy bar out for him to take. the fact that you think of him every time, even if it’s mostly because he was so annoying about it initially.

⟡ his heart skips when you guys meet up and you hand him half a bag of candy. ‘here, satoru, i saved these for you.’ now he can’t focus, he’s thinking about taking your hand in marriage <3 starts bragging to shoko and geto that you love him more.

⟡ you could stay up with suguru all night. in your apartment, their apartment, or on a call. he’s so easy to talk to, an expert at lighthearted debate or keeping the conversation flowing.

⟡ he also just loves loves hearing you talk. reassures you that your rambling is fine, tells you to keep going, he’s listening the entire time and he also remembers everything you say.

⟡ so when you mumble ‘i’m thinking of adding some more decor to my apartment, maybe some cute succulents or a different theme in general’ one night while half asleep and then he shows up from a mission a couple days later with a tiny succulent cactus in his hand, do not be surprised.

⟡ trips with them are never easy to plan. and the places gojo recommends almost make your eyes bug out, it’d take you years to afford a vacation like that…utter nonsense in his eyes, he’ll gladly pay for you, now pack your bags!

⟡ they like coming over to your apartment to chill because (again) they love being in your space. shoko has a literal spare key to your apartment, gojo has his own spare key (it’s called a lock pick). geto will usually just come over when you’re home. he’ll resort to picking your lock before he asks shoko for the spare because she makes them both beg for it </3

⟡ so sometimes you come home and it’s any or all of them. whether or not you get a heads up is totally random. shoko or geto will ask if they can come over, or (if you’re expecting them) just text they’re on the way.

⟡ a heads up from satoru is basically nonexistent, you just come home and he’s in your living room. has your snacks in hand and is wearing one of he or suguru’s t-shirts they left behind. placates you by shoving snacks in your mouth and distracting you with the movie he’s playing (your fav) or a TikTok he wants to show you

⟡ it’ll be something cute that he knows you’ll latch on to immediately. a pair of cuddling kittens colored the same as your hair and he goes “look this reminded me of us” so now your face is warm and you’re cheesing goin “awwww!” he's so cute

⟡ it’s a running joke that you and shoko are married and she is your wife. she gets sooo smug towards geto and gojo when you playfully talk about the “marriage”, especially if one of them just said something rude to her.

⟡ “umm, satoru, don’t you dare talk to my wife like that!” and when he points out you two aren’t even actually married: “i’ll have you know we’ve been married for decades, and I refuse to let you treat the woman I love like that! Now shut up.”

⟡ shoko doesn’t usually like to share you with them if she doesn't have to but the thought of letting suguru be your “husband” and pissing off satoru was too funny to pass up. so geto very kindly asked for your other hand in marriage and now you have both a husband and a wife and gojo is the dog (according to them)

⟡ which he absolutely didn’t accept, and the next day he was demanding an annulment of your recent hitching. shoko was bad enough but suguru? you spilled the news and his jaw clenched immediately LOL

⟡ approaches you with a bouquet of flowers (that kept making you sneeze) the next day and a very pretty, very expensive ring. brags that he’d buy anything for his now wife and shushes you when you ask about the price (shoko told you later it was in the triple digits)

⟡ it’s a pretty, dainty little ring, has your initials on it, even. you wonder how he got it custom made in less than 24 hrs (the truth is gojo already had it hidden in his room and was too shy to give it to you). you wear it all the time because it’s genuinely beautiful and gojo smiles whenever he notices it on your finger.

⟡ it’s of course not a real wedding/engagement ring but…he thought about it. gojo definitely thought about it. anyways now you have two husbands and a wife but shoko is sure to remind them that she was your first love

⟡ on a related note, you do bully utahime about it. (“keep your hands off my wife, she doesn’t have time for a side piece/mistress”)

⟡ geto smokes on chill nights where you four are just hanging out, and you got high off his secondhand smoke once. it was an accident, but you actually liked how it felt, now he lets you smoke with him sometimes so you can build a tolerance.

⟡ another down bad satoru moment,,,watching geto take a hit and breathing out the smoke for you to inhale…geto totally out of it, head back, legs spread, and you giggling and cuddled up under his arm…god help him

⟡ gojo doesn’t really get high but he’ll sit on your other side and sometimes you sort of cling to him and zone out, his arm around your shoulders with your head lolled back on it. bricked the entire time, geto knows his red face isn’t because of the smoke

⟡ geto went to use the bathroom once so you turned your attention to gojo, legs over one of his and rubbing a hand over his chest as you were tucked under his arm. he almost imploded, shoko took a video and was smirking the entire time.

⟡ on walks, it’s you and shoko in front and the boys behind you, bickering or horsing around. you like to make a game out of taking obvious peeks at them and then whispering to shoko to get a reaction (gojo being very nosy and thinking you two are gossiping about them)

⟡ you probably borrow suguru’s clothes most just because he’s so lowkey about it. he’s the most observant of the three and if he sees you shivering or just wanting to cover up a little more, he’ll slide his jacket over to you. insists that you keep it, the only way he’ll get it back is if gojo takes it from you and replaces it with his own (definitely not out of jealousy)

⟡ they also steal borrow stuff of yours. gojo likes to wear your hats, his favorite is your pink beanie on cold days. you and shoko swap various clothes regularly ("is that my jacket? i've been wondering where it went for months.")

⟡ if a plush on your bed has went missing then suguru is the likely offender. takes one at a time, maybe two if he really likes it. he just likes to have a piece of you at their place.

⟡ he's waving goodbye on his way out the door and totally ignores you when you question why your stuffed bear is under his arm. laughs all the way down the hall when you call his name.

⟡ names it too. you're over at their apartment and spot said bear on the couch, ask about it, they've given it a random name. geto making jokes about it being your adopted son, laughs when you cover his mouth with a hand because you don't also need gojo stealing your plushies.

⟡ both boys like just throwing you over their shoulders like some kind of ragdoll. gojo will spin you around while you're squealing and laughing for him to stop. gets you both dizzy and then geto and shoko have to hold you both steady (or geto just lets him collapse on the ground)

⟡ sometimes you neglect your health and don't get enough sleep and in that case mother suguru will toss you over his shoulder and take you straight to bed. you're getting rest whether you like it or not.

⟡ gojo pinches you on the cheek before bed whenever one of you is falling asleep around eachother. geto too if he wants to get punched.

⟡ he asks you to do his dirty work for him and if you oblige then suguru scrunches his face and gives you the most unamused look and also bites you on the shoulder so...carry on at your own risk :3

⟡ if you pester either of them enough they'll wrap their arms around you in a bear hug (usually pinning your own arms to your side) and hover you in the air so the other can subject you to tickle torture. shoko's next if she tries to save you. rip, sawry <3

tagz: @anthoosies @hellkaiserinphoenix @staryukis :3c

[reve-writes]

—inked; kaz brekker.

ʚ kaz brekker x reader | grishaverse | 1k words. ʚ reader is a tattoo artist, kaz brekker needs a tattoo. there's a lot of yearning involved. ʚ non-descriptive needle and tattoo stuff; slight angst. ʚ a/n you can tell i don't know how tattoos work.

Kaz Brekker should stop trying to find a reason to knock on your door. He should step back, tilt his head down and walk away as if he was never there in the first place. It was becoming a habit and habits meant comfort and comfort usually became root for something more—something that someone like him couldn't grow beyond a sprout when you deserved the whole forest.

Yet he stayed stubbornly at your door.

He was a selfish man in that regard.

He could hear you shuffling behind the door and then the rattle of your keys, followed by a soft click of your door being unlocked. You pulled the door open a smidge.

“Kaz!”

He wished you didn't sound so happy to see him. Then, he wouldn't feel welcomed to come back the next time and the next time and the next. He didn't want to make a habit out of it, but he was here yesterday and four days ago and a week ago. He had a feeling that he would be here in the near future as well.

Your door swung open immediately. You were wearing casual clothes, comfortable for sleeping, instead of your usual coats and leathers. It was a welcome change. It made his visits feel more personalised, like he was the only one to see you as you were and not as you wanted him to.

“What brings you here tonight?” you asked, already leading him to sit on the upholstered couch in your room. It used to be your bed, before you saved enough for a real one. Now, it nestled itself in one corner of your room for rare visitors. The only one who ever came by your rented room in Ketterdam was Kaz lately.

“I want to get a tattoo.”

His eyes wandered to your walls, littered with inked drawings of past tattoo designs you had done. You worked at a tattoo parlour that fell in the Dregs' territory. Many of the new members had their tattoos done at your workplace. You had even inked a few of them yourself.

“The shop opens in a couple of hours,” you said. “We can wait—”

“Not at the shop, if you can,” he interrupted. He didn't think he could bear having other people in the same room. He didn't think he wanted someone else to potentially do it as well. He came to you because he trusted you. He had spent too many nights awaiting dawn with you. He had told you too many secrets he shouldn't have. You had told him things about yourself that you probably shouldn't. He came to you when nothing went right. He came to you when everything went the way it should. You waited for him after a good day. You still waited even after a bad day.

It was a strange dynamic.

It should feel like he was skeeting over the edge of a chasm, but it felt more like the gentle hum of his room at the Slat. Steady, familiar four walls that served as a respite from the debauchery of the Barrell.

“Of course,” you agreed. It took you less than five minutes to gather everything you needed. Fortunately, you had gone on a supply run for the shop earlier. You were planning to bring everything to the shop when it opened, but you'd be needing them earlier than you thought.

“You're putting a lot of trust in me,” you joked. “I could write 'Ketterdam's biggest loser' on your arm.”

“It would suit you better than me.”

You chuckled. He thought it would sound good on vinyl. He could listen to it for hours.

“Rule one, Brekker. Never insult the person who's putting permanent ink on you.” You shot him a glare, but you were smiling. It was inexplicably easy to smile around him. “What are you thinking?”

“The Dregs tattoo, on my arm.” He rolled his sleeves and your heart was beating twice as fast. Unbeknownst to you, his was as well. He had never bared a part of himself so casually before. You had never seen him without all his layers—all the protection over his skin.

Your machine whirred to life. You disinfected his skin with a couple swipes of a disinfectant pad. His whole body tensed when you made contact, despite your gloves.

“Hey, Kaz.” You pulled his attention away from where you'd touched him. “I won't hurt you.”

You held out your gloved palm. With your free hand, you took his gloved hand and set it gently over your palm. He inhaled sharply.

“It's okay. It's just me.”

He trailed a finger softly over your palm. There was a barrier between your skins, but it was daunting all the same. He took a couple of deep, spaced breaths with closed eyes. When he opened them, you were smiling encouragingly at him.

“You can start,” he said, but almost immediately regretted it when you pulled your hands away.

“There will be slight pain,” you said over the whirring of your machine.

He scoffed. “I know pain better than—”

He cursed, inhaling sharply when first contact broke his skin.

You rolled your eyes. “I warned you, Brekker.”

Stray hairs fell over his forehead. “I was startled.”

His eyes were tracing the lines of your face as you worked. The proximity started to feel somewhat comfortable, with the lull of your tattoo machine. You occasionally hummed as you worked. He etched the sound into his mind. You weren't a singer, but he preferred your voice over any performers.

“Done!” you suddenly proclaimed. He looked away and cleared his throat. “What do you think?”

The crow and cup over his right forearm. A permanent mark that he was Dirtyhands of the Dregs. No deed too low for him as long as there was enough Kruge involved. Was that all who he really was?

“Can you add another? A small one,” he rasped.

“Certainly, Kaz. What is it?”

“The letter R, here,” he pointed at his bicep. “For the boy I was. For my brother.”

“I wish I could've met him, you know. Jordie.”

Kaz wished so, too. A foolish wish. Ketterdam didn't groom him to be a wishful thinker. Hope was a dangerous, dangerous thing. He should leave.

“Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry if I overstepped.”

Kaz's eyes widened. “No. You're okay.”

It was him.

“Then stop looking like you're ready to bolt anytime, Kaz. I happen to appreciate your company.”

“Oh.”

He let hope force its way in and make a nest in his chest anyway.

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[wisteria-blooms]

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Okay, so bear with me as I type this half-asleep...

long hair & tattoos (lh&t as someone kindly abbreviated; I love it!!) is obviously my baby or my first-born child, if you will. Obviously, the tropes aren't original, but it was my fake-dating template for sunburns & dragons (let's call that sb&d). You'll see the chapters mirror each other. For example:

Chapter 1: The dinner

Chapter 2: Talking to Fred/George

Chapter 3: Meeting Bill/Charlie

Chapter 4: Making plans

Chapter 5: Meeting the parents

Chapter 6: An argument with the parents

Chapter 7: Talks about moving in together...

Okay, so I want to talk about the moving in part. I don't think I'm any sort of expert on Bill and Charlie's characters nor could I give good advice on how to write them, but I tried to make the distinct in the same situations.

Bill (lh&t) (Chapter 7):

“I don’t mind it, really,” Bill responded. It seemed like he’d been thinking about what happened at dinner, too. “If the penthouse is as big as your father says it is, then we could both live there without issue. We might not even see each other.”

“I’ll use the money to rent elsewhere,” you suggested. “It’d look suspicious if you rented under your name. Your father would find out.” You wracked your brain for another option. “Then I’ll take your flat.” “I don’t know if the owners will be so happy after I announce the termination. And even then, there’d be a place under my name and yours.”

At the end of the chapter, Bill accepts (Y/N)'s offering of the penthouse. I actually had a bout of amnesia and forgot that he offered to share it with her, and shot down her suggestions because they'd be risky. To me, it shows that he wouldn't mind living with her, and she doesn't deserve not to live there. But there's a more.... rational and refined side to him that tells him it wouldn't be a great idea. Real people having real feelings. Things could get tangled and messy. At this point of the story, he doesn't have any romantic feelings for her, but knows something could happen and someone could get hurt. That's why he stays on the down low for the next couple weeks. (Aside: he starts thinking more about (Y/N) in Chapter 8 after seeing her at the family dinner).

vs. Charlie (sb&d) (Chapter 7):

“Swimming in luxury and eating fondue on quartz countertops, indulging in vintage wines while I’m wedged in between my two loudest and most annoying brothers on a bed that can barely support my weight,” Charlie wallowed in self-pity, punctuating his remarks with a long sigh. “The universe really chooses favourites.” A crescent of sweat grazed your neck, outlining your sweater, at what you were about to say. Feeling your guilt implode, you blurted out: “You can stay over if you need."

“You have to get the unit first before dreaming about living with me,” Charlie teased, emphasising the word ‘me’ by pointing at himself, and subsequently, ricocheting your lack of faith against you.

Charlie wouldn't have cared if (Y/N) had asked him to move in with her, but since she did, he definitely doesn't mind sharing a space with her. At this point, Charlie has no romantic feelings for (Y/N), but has been extremely flirtatious. (Y/N) soon realizes she has to be careful around him (like, is what he's saying real or just something to make me feel good?). Charlie, unlike Bill, hasn't thought about the weight he's putting on (Y/N) and the repercussions. He's used to being friends with woman, flirting as he likes, and not expecting any sort of commitment. Having a roommate - someone to hang out and cook with - is just fun.

That's why I say Bill knows what he wants, Charlie "dillydallies" a lot more. But will that change? We'll find out in a couple of chapters.

Anyway, that's my director's cut. Let me know if there's anything else I can explain!!

[almostmaybenever]

Model Experience

Authors Note:

Hi! This is my first fic that i've ever posted anywhere! I hope you guys like it! This fic follows Matty and a photographer y/n ... and i think that's all the context you should need for this fic! Again hope you guys enjoy and I hope I did a good job! Sorry if it's wonky in the formatting, again, I'm veeerrrry new to this!

Warnings: None! Just fluff! :)

~~~

“Babe…” She said, nudging Matty in an attempt to wake him up for the third time that morning. She had started trying to get him up since her alarm went off an hour ago, but caved every time he sleepily snuggled closer to her. She was met with a groan from the man next to her as he wrapped his arms around her tighter and burrowed his face farther into the crook of her neck. “We gotta go sweetheart, believe me, I know how tired you are, but you promised me we would take pictures today.”

He unburied his head from her shoulder and looked up at her, blinking the sleep from his eyes. She could see that he was about to protest before he simply nodded and gave her a small kiss on the cheek. He shifted his position so he could see her better before asking “Where are we going again babe? Think I forgot the rundown.”

She began explaining the itinerary to him again. They were going to go down to a couple places in the city to take pictures first: some walls that had been designated for graffiti, a few sculptures, etc., before stopping at a cafe for food. They would finish the photoshoot at a park which was a good walk away from where they were staying. She had planned this for weeks since the band had told her where their next day off would be. She even made it so each destination they were hitting brought them closer to their final one, in order to make the walk less daunting by breaking it up.

Matty sat there, a lazy smile on his face, listening to her excitedly gush about her plans. He loved seeing her so passionate, so focused on something she enjoyed. He loved the way she started gesticulating with her hands as she got more into it, her face lighting up when she remembered more details. He was so caught up in admiring her, in fact, that he had stopped paying attention to what she was saying altogether.

“Matty?” she said, snapping him out of his stupor. “Are you listening to me?”

“Absolutely darling” he tried his best to get away with his lack of attention.

“Really…” a playful smirk on her face, “Then where are we stopping last?”. She got him. He didn’t know where they were going last, he had zoned out somewhere in the middle of the list. 

“So sorry baby,” he sighed, scooting closer to her on the bed and dramatically taking her hand “Will you ever forgive me?”. He looked into her eyes and pouted for effect, bottom lip even trembling a little.

“Only if you tell me what you were thinking about” She tells him.

“Was thinking about how pretty you look when you talk about your art darling.” He kissed the hand he was still holding. She blushed, before jokingly rolling her eyes and softly slapping his shoulder.

“Lying isn’t the answer Matthew.” She giggled, getting off the bed and making her way to the bathroom.

“That's what happened darling, honest!”  she turned to see him on the bed, pouting as he looked up at her. He looked soft, curls messy from sleep and eyes slightly droopy. The sunlight was streaming through the window by the bed, casting light on his bare torso, muscles and tattoos on full display. He looked comfy, and she had to stop herself from looking any longer because the idea of skipping her plans was becoming more and more tempting the longer she watched him. She blushed, looking away again, and made her way to the bathroom.

“Whatever you say babe.” She blushed, looking away again as Matty started to rise, and started to approach the bathroom door again, before Matty captured her from behind, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the side of her head. His skin was soft, and she could feel his unruly curls tickling her neck as he hugged her.

She didn’t want to ruin the moment, but they really did need to get going, so she twisted her head to give Matty a kiss before worming her way out of his arms and walking into the bathroom, leaving him to get dressed.

~~~

She had been in the bathroom getting ready for ten minutes when she decided she would poke her head out to see how Matty was getting along. When she saw him buttoning up the first buttons on one of his white shirts she stopped.

“No business casual today baby” She smirked, which led Matty to drop his jaw in fake shock. 

“What do you mean?” He said, “I gotta wear it, for the, y’know-”

“Creative integrity of the band?” She cut him off, finishing the sentence for him.

“Yes!” he said “Gotta keep up the aesthetic! Very important.”

She walked over to him and put her hands over his, stopping them on their journey to button up the shirt. “I was going for a casual feel to today's pictures.” She said, looking up at him. She knew how important keeping up appearances with the fans was for him, and how much consistency in his artistic expression meant to him, but she really wanted out of his self-imposed “uniform” for the day.

“Well it is business casual.” He argued, a sly smirk on his face. They stayed like this for a while, looking into each other’s eyes, before Matty finally relented.

“Ok,” He sighed “Go back in the bathroom, I'll change and surprise you, you just better hope the internet doesnt go crazy because I'm wearing new clothes, baby”

She made her way back to the bathroom to finish getting ready, and when she left again Matty was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting, wearing one of his vintage t-shirts that she had stolen to sleep in.

“Ready baby?” She called him from the door of the hotel room. Matty shot up and walked over to the door, when she reached up and sent one of her hands through his curls to mess them up a little. He had tried, mostly in vain, to gel them back a little and she gave into her temptation to ruffle his hair.

“Hey!” He cried out, swatting the offending hand out of his hair.

“Hair was too done babe, had to fluff it” She explained, “remember babe, casual.” She wagged a finger in his face with a pointed smile. Matty sighed and gave her a small kiss before they both left the hotel room to start the day. 

~~~

The pictures had been going great so far as they made their way from destination to destination. She had expected Matty to be more hyperactive for the photos, but was pleasantly surprised when he cooperated with most of her instructions, only pulling a few faces every now and then for a laugh, or asking when they were stopping to eat a few times. As they neared the cafe, however, Matty started to grow antsy.

“Darlinggg…” He whined, throwing his arms around her shoulders and going slack, “I’m starving. Are we almost there?”

“Yes Matty, it should only be a few blocks from here.” She started to walk but Matty leaned further in, stopping her completely.

“I don’t think I can make it.” He groaned “ I’m gonna die.” His voice was grave as he dug his heels further into the pavement. She reached up to scratch at his scalp while his head was resting against her shoulder.

“You gotta let me walk if you want to get there baby.” She earned a dramatic whine from Matty.

“M’legs won't work, my body is failing, your gonna have to go on without me babe” 

“C’mon you drama queen” She attempted a few more steps, pleasantly surprised when Matty pulled away and took her hand, letting her guide him down the sidewalk.

The cafe was a cute, cozy little place, and Matty perked up the instant they got through the doors. The whole place had a wonderful smell, a mix of fresh bread and other pastries. After waiting in line for a few minutes they made their orders, and soon enough they were sitting at a table in the corner, with Matty tearing into a sandwich he had gotten, eating it like it was his first meal in months.

“Slow down there sweetheart, can’t have my model choke and die on me, now can I?” Matty looked up at her guiltily with his mouth full. “So we only have the park left after this, there’s a really pretty lake there that I want to get some pictures by.” Matty nodded as he continued to eat, at a noticeably slower pace too. “After that we can head back to the hotel if you want.” She finished and took a sip of her drink.

“Sounds wonderful love,” he said, “ Can’t wait to see how they turn out.”

She pulled out her camera while they were eating to look through the pictures she had gotten so far. She flicked through them in preview mode, deleting and blurry ones and smiling softly at some of the funny ones, a few where he made a face, some where he tried to hide from the camera, and others which were taken a little too early or a little too late. She even managed to capture a few photos of Matty at breakfast without him noticing, making for some cute candids she would surely cherish later.

~~~

By the time they made it to their final stop, the park, it was nearing golden hour. Matty could notice that she was practically buzzing with excitement at the prospect of getting some pictures of him in this lighting, her hands fidgeting expectantly with the strap of her camera bag. He thought she looked beautiful like this, with the soft warm light filtering through her hair, and an easy smile on her face, eyes bright with anticipation.

They strolled leisurely through the park, stopping a few times to admire the scenery or snap a photo. She was obsessed with matty in this lighting, the sun making his skin seem warmer, and his eyes looking a bright amber. It was a nice change of pace from the chaos of tour life. A pleasant respite from the workload.

By the time they got to the lake, the sun was starting to dip down below the horizon, making for some beautiful pictures with the sunset. As she wrapped up the pictures, Matty walked over to her, wrapping her in a tight hug. They stood there for a moment, just enjoying each other’s presence, before Matty pulled away.

“I think the sunset stole the spotlight from me a bit.” he spoke softly, making her giggle.

“Maybe,” she shrugged, “ Although I might be biased, you are pretty nice to look at.” She pulls Matty closer again and he catches on to what she wants, pulling her into a kiss.

The kiss is sweet and relaxed, making up for all of the rushed kisses of the past months of tour. Matty’s hands are steady on her waist, rubbing comforting circles into her hips with his thumbs. Her hands are looped around his neck, relaxed. Matty pulls away from the kiss smiling, resting his forehead against hers, looking into her eyes. They stay by the lake until the sun sets, comfortable in each other’s company, before heading back to the hotel.

~~~

It's much later in the evening, and she’s still working on editing the photos she took earlier in the day. It’s been around three hours of constant work, as she tends to get sucked into a task when she starts. Matty is watching her from the bed, growing more concerned seeing her tiredly toil over her laptop. Every now and then she’ll stretch and yawn, and Matty will ask her if she wants to come to bed. She refuses every time, insisting that she’s almost done. Matty can see how tired she’s getting, so he decides to take matters into his own hands.

She’s in the middle of editing a photo when she feels Matty wrap his arms around her middle and pluck her out of her chair. 

“Hey! I was almost done!” She whined, kicking her legs weakly in Matty’s arms. It was in vain however, as Matty had her suspended in the air. He’s giggling at her struggle, finding her attempts to get back to her computer entertaining.

“Nope! You're done for the night. You're basically already asleep, baby.” He argued, plopping her down on the bed. The instant she hit it, exhaustion finally caught up to her. Matty climbed into the opposite side of the bed tucking them both under the covers before pulling her into his chest.

“Did you have a good time today baby?” He whispered. Earring an affirmative hum as she shuffles closer to him. He brings up a hand to play with her hair, earning a contented sigh. She starts to list off her favorite parts of the day, starting an aimless, comfortable conversation about their time together. After a few minutes Matty notices her voice start to trail off, seemingly losing where the conversation was. Matty smiles.

“I enjoyed it to love, I know you did such a good job, I can't wait to see how they look.” He gives her a tight hug to punctuate the sentence.

She smiled into the dark of the room, relaxing further into Matty’s arms. He continued to play with her hair until he felt her breathing even out, taking it as his cue to give sleep a try as well. He shifted a little, finding a more comfortable position, before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Love you darling” he says, before falling asleep himself.

[renwritesbrainrot]

workplaceAU! Touya x Reader

Fem!Reader

Dubcon!

MDNI!!!

some plot but not that much of it

NSFW under the cut

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"Final warning," read the paper in your hands that was neatly taped onto the front door of your apartment. For rent was getting too expensive for you, and balancing work with school was suddenly becoming more difficult as time progressed.

For you needed a job and fast. Not knowing where to start you ended up searching, and searching for job listings on the web. 

It seemed like you had been searching for hours before you finally found a link that lead to a website called "Todoroki Industries." 

You then clicked on the flashy "Now Hiring" link, only to be met with a rather sketchy website. You were desperate at this point. Begrudgingly you filled out the application form, and hoped for the best. 

 Clicking off of the website you were unfortunately met with old employee reviews. Most of them being complaints of the harsh/unfair work conditions they were subjected to by the bosses son himself. 

"It can't be that bad?" You thought to yourself. You had already sent in the application, so what would you gain from backing out now?

The next day a notification flashed on your phone screen to head to the Todorokis' office, as your application has been accepted. 

Surprised, you got out your most "professional" outfit which was a black knee length dress alongside a pair of lack and red heels pair with the gold accents on the dress. 

Upon arriving to the office you noticed the drop in energy change drastically, as the environment was more serious than ever. Once you entered you said your name and you were immediately escorted up the elevators to the highest floor. 

There you were met with the sight of an empty office. It was quiet, so quiet you quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The sound of footsteps snapped you out of your deep thought. You felt a hand tap your shoulder, standing behind you was Touya Todoroki himself. 

"You must be the new secretary they hired," he said, eyes wandering all over you. He was trying to figure you out. "This jobs pretty simple, I give you things to do, then you make time to do it."

You nodded, not sure of how to form a reply, as he was completely unreadable. 

The first few work weeks went easy as most of the tasks were basic things such as planning meetings, luncheons, and other relatively boring tasks, that soon seemed repetitive. 

The only difference you noticed, was that Touya was completely different from the ways that the others had described him.

He was less cold to you, sometimes even sparking conversation when the days would go by slower than usual.

Simple gestures were made by him, such as bringing you coffee or keeping you company if you had to work longer hours. 

The more you spent time with him the more you took in his features. The way his white hair was mostly neat but at the end of the day it would come undone in the "neatest way" possible. The tattoos that would come into display whenever his sleeves would be slightly rolled up. The way his blue eyes would gleam, ever so brightly.

The bastard was frustratingly attractive.

One night,  Touya had you working late, which was uncommon for him. As most of the times you had to work overtime was from the head boss. Never from him. 

A small part of you was relived with this outcome, as it gave you an opportunity to spend time with him. 

The night was going by smoothly, you were alone for the most part. But a couple hours in. Touya walked in and he sat by you. 

You caught yourself a few times, glancing over at him. 

"You're staring.." he said, sly smirk on his face.

You quickly looked away, attempting to ignore the fact that you'd been caught. 

"No need to get shy, in all honesty I've had my eye on you for weeks." He continued.

Taken aback by this your focus returned to him. "I didn't notice," you confessed. 

He took a few steps closer to you, his eyes wandering all over you once again. 

He was only a few inches away from you.

You could feel your face becoming even more flushed by the second. 

His gaze almost piercing as his hands came up to hold your face. His lips crashing against yours. 

Kissing him back slowly his hands went from your face down to your waist gently gripping on as his tongue swiped against your lower lip asking for permission. Your lips parted slightly in response. His tongue exploring your mouth as you whimpered slightly in response.

Touyas then picked you up, your legs around his waist as he placed you onto his desk. Lips still connected to yours. 

He pulled away from you, taking in your flushed expression as he slowly began to trace his hands all over you, taking in every curve and expression that you made. 

Your shirt was discarded to the floor first, following your bra.

His lips making his way from your jaw to your neck leaving marks of purple, gaining a small gasp from you. 

Kisses placed on your chest as his hands wandered over your breasts.

"God you're so beautiful.." he said, the rest of your clothes being removed. 

The way his hands inched closer and closer to your core was almost too much to handle.

Touyas head then dipped forward his tongue teasing your slit as he worked his mouth on you. 

Whines escaped your lips as you felt his two middle fingers thrusting deep inside of you, just slightly brushing against the spongy part inside you that drove you wild.

Touya felt your legs slightly tremble. You were close. The second you were about to reach that release you needed, Touya stopped the movement of his fingers, gaining a frustrated moan out of you.

"Sorry pretty girl, wanna see you cum on my cock." "Can you do that for me?"

You nodded your head in agreement. His rock hard cock slowly entering inside of you. Your leg on his shoulder.

Every thrust he made had you seeing stars. Your nails digging into his shoulder.

Whines escaping your lips as his pace increased, his fingers teasing your clit. You instantly knew he was ready to feel you cum for him. 

Your legs shook slightly as you finally came for him. His pace increasing desperate to reach his end as well. Soon you felt his warmth spill inside of you. Your body going slightly limp as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. 

[bangtanhoneys]

Yoongi & Grace: Future's Gonna Be Okay

It was nice to not have many plans now his military service had been announced. His tour across the world with his solo trilogy albums was completed, his tattoo was revealed, he had seen his brothers and now the healing could truly begin. Of course, he had seen the news blow up on Twitter and ARMY’s response.

‘Couldn’t have Big Hit even us more than 24 hours? We’re not recovering from the concert.’

‘First Yoongi breaks my heart by crying and now he does this? What the hell SUGA?!’

But it is what it is.

It has to be done.

It had been great to have dinner with all six of the boys and Grace. Of course, she wasn’t going to miss out on seeing his last concert and he knew she had been backstage, ready to take the mic from Adora in case she needed to jump in to cover the tracks he couldn’t get through. As much as he struggled, he got through those three tracks even with tears and snot covering his face.

He loved her for that. That she was always there, ready to jump in. She did it for everyone.

It was also nice to see the family dynamics at play again with Seokjin & Grace reunited, Jungkook reunited with his adopted parents, Jimin back with his sister, and Taehyung back with his partner in crime. How they controlled the grown-up maknae line with gentle prods. How they soothed an anxious Namjoon and a bouncing Hobi.

Yoongi had the chance to sit back and watch it all, surprised he missed the feeling even after living alone for the past couple of years.

Now he would be the next one to leave.

And he knew what it was like for Grace to say goodbye to Seokjin and Hobi.

Now she would have to say goodbye to her twin.

It was always joked that Yoongi and Grace were two cats in a pod. The near enough same personality, the cool exterior but the massive warmth underneath. How they would do anything for anyone. Yoongi’s shadow. Grace’s bodyguard. Yoongi’s safe place. Grace’s go-to.

Four more to go, another four to say goodbye to. All while prepping for her own solo career and world tour.

Of course, he found her in the practice room, the layout of the stage printed on paper and stuck on the mirror for everyone to memorise. The set list (which was changing every week) was printed up on the wall with handwritten notes from Grace, their performance director, choreographers and even the dancers.

Notes of costumes were on another wall with approval stamps from Balmain and Louboutin, more notes from the stylist team.

The whole floor at HYBE had been dedicated to Grace’s solo career with Bang’s office right at the end, the one spearheading the whole thing. Grace’s own team, now currently nicknamed the Queen’s Guard, was spread across other rooms. Yoongi was proud of her, in more ways than one.

“I thought I’d find you here,” he said as he closed the door behind him and found Grace sitting on the floor, dance practice clothes on but covered in sweat, looking up at the setlist.

“Are you changing your mind again?” he then asked, sitting down next to her while handing over a large mug of tea and a doughnut.

“No, it’s pretty much finalised. There’s just a couple of tweaks to make with each stop but I’ve got a plan for that,” she smiled as she gratefully took the offered items and wrapped her hands around the mug.

Of course, a lot of it had been hidden away from the boys as she wanted it to be a surprise for everyone including ARMY. So many surprises were coming their way that it was going to be a rollercoaster month starting from November and all the way through to when they came back together in 2025.

“How are you feeling now the notice has been put up?” Grace asked, nudging Yoongi to look at her.

“It’s a relief. It’s hard and it’s worrying but Seokjin-hyung and Hobi have done alright. And the military have been informed of my shoulder so we’ll take it day by day. How are you feeling?” he turned the question onto her, turning his head to fully look at her.

“Four more to go,” she muttered with a dry laugh. “I agree with ARMY when they say the quicker you all go, the quicker you get back. And I do feel that. But not seeing you all for at least eighteen months is hard. Jungkook’s is going to be the worst.”

“Well, he is your baby after all.”

He grinned at the look he got and took the doughnut back, breaking it in half so he could have some.

“But you’re going to do well. ARMY is going to explode with all the things you’ve got planned and I’m sure Seokjin is going to be with you when he comes back for most of your tour, or he’ll at least try to be. And I’ll be keeping up to date with it all,” Yoongi said around a mouthful of the doughnut which Grace tutted at.

“I know. I suppose I’m kind of getting used to the idea I’ll be on my own but not fully. I know you all will be watching and supporting. But it would be nice to have you all there anyway.” Grace finished off her tea and set the mug on the floor, letting out a long sigh.

The two stayed silent as Yoongi finished off the doughnut he brought. They stayed like that for a few minutes until he pushed himself up, brushed down his hands and held out his hands for his sister to take.

“Come on, Gigi. Let’s go for dinner, my treat.”

Grace took hold of her younger brother’s hand and let him pull her up, giving her a quick but tight hug.

“Oh yuck, I’m covered in sweat now.”

“I’ve got more dancing than you to do. All you did was stand there and bounce around.”

“Bounce around? Did you see me sweating?”

“I saw you standing there yelling shibal for the world to repeat.”

“Aish.”

[the---hermit]

Current read and all the jars of lemon verbena I dried.

01|08|2023

Today was truly a chill day, I was busy all day but it was fine. I got plenty of rest too which is always great. I was hoping to finish by today my task of storing the dried herbs but I didn't have enough jars. We eneded up with 25 jars of different sizes which is great! My chill but busy days have been filled with a lot of thinking, but mostly constructive and not negative thinking thankfully. For the last while I have been really in the mood to get a new tattoo, and in the past couple of weeks the thought has become stronger and stronger. I have a couple designs in mind and I am pretty sure about which one will be my next one, but as usual before talking to my artist I want to have all details planned out for when I ask her what I want. If the feeling persists I might contact her at the end of summer and get an appointment for this autumn/early winter. You'll probably hear more rambling on the topic in the next while.

Chill hobbit summer activities of today:

Read first thing in the morning

Watered my garden and cleaned it up of the fallen fruit

Went on a morning walk with my dad

Finished storing in jars the lemon verben I have dried (I still have to put away the mint but alas I finished the jars so tomorrow I'll have to by a few more to put that away)

Took some time to color on my tablet (I haven't done that in a while and it was very relaxing)

Started listening and got caught up with the Ethics Town podcast (I was supposed to listen to the first episode after a friend suggested in but then I really needed to know more of the story and long story short I listened to the whole thing while I was coloring)

Checked a couple of things for my holidays with my parents

📖: Nona The Ninth by Tamsyn Muir