#so I wanna go grab them but then remember I also need to check that oke important detail

[kameyyy]

God knew I'd be too powerful if I had good memory

[i-love-ptv]

Linger ୨ ꩜ ୧

Soft!Boyfriend!Rafe Cameron x Fem![Implied]Black!Girlfriend!Reader

Based on the prompt: “Hey…Someone messaged you.” “Oh, who’s it from? My password is (…)”

wc: 993

sugary sweet fluff, but also angst cause we’re talking abt Rafe’s past mostly.

black reader is specified because her being Tiana for Halloween is mentioned! :] (ignore it if you like, I just think it’s cute!

An: Made this to get y’all into the fall spirit ;) Guys I fear Rafe is rlly my #1

Another random prompt from Pinterest cause it’s funnnn

Please please PLEASE send fall/halloween reqs! Check my masterlist if you wanna see the characters I write for!

Feedback is always appreciated cuties xx

He’s watching you from a few feet away, his arms are crossed over her chest, and his elbows are resting on the counter he’s leaning on.

Actually, he’s slouching, his lanky legs are stretched out in your pathway, making you have to step over them whenever you have to move.

The sweet scent of pumpkin and cinnamon from your pumpkin muffins fills the air, it reminds Rafe of what fall used to be like, when his mother was still around.

Most people link pumpkins to fall, simply because of their abundance during the cooler months; and Rafe does too, in a way.

When he was younger, he remembers how his mom would take his little sisters, his father, and him to the pumpkin patch every year.

They would all have their respective wheelbarrows, Rafe would end up putting Wheezie’s tiny pumpkin next to his, since she always laid in her mother’s arms.

His mother would make dozens of pumpkin recipes throughout the months of October and November: pumpkin muffins, she made this pumpkin stew that Rafe enjoyed, pumpkin pie, and the list goes on.

It was like a breath of fresh air for Rafe, his family was all together, and everything was normal.

Oh, how he wishes things were normal now.

At this point in his life, Rafe truly only wants simplicity. And you provided that for him.

Which is why, he can’t help but take account of the similarities that you and his mother share.

You both were extremely kind, sometimes a little too kind; though, this doesn’t mean that the two of you weren’t self-assured and confident.

“Ray?”

Rafe’s eyes widened, he hadn’t noticed that you were talking to him. “Hm?”

“I asked if you wanted to try a little bit of this before I put it in the oven.”

You’re looking at him through your doe eyes, like he hung the stars and the moon, and itmakes the boy’s heart practically melt.

“Don’t health experts advise you to not consume raw batter?” Rafe smirks at you.

You pout at this, swiftly turning back around to put the remaining batter in the last muffin cup.

Rafe chuckles and quickly grabs your waist from behind, his head leaning down to your shoulder while he leaves kisses to your cheek.

“No, no! I’ll try it baby, I was just joking with you!”

You giggle at the feeling of his pillow-soft kisses, and you bring your whisk to his lips.

His tongue peaks out slightly, and when he tastes the batter, he hums in delight.

“I switched things up a bit this time, do you think it’s good?” You ask softly.

“It’s the best.” Rafe murmurs, not wanting to speak loudly over your newly made playlist, which is now flowing through your speaker.

He was such a fool for you.

“Okay, okay, now scooch, I need these done so Wheezie and her friends can take them before they go trick-or-treating.”

“Yes ma’am.

As you’re putting your muffins in the oven, you hear a ‘ding’ resonate from behind you.

Rafe looks next to him, seeing your phone light up; the picture of you two together, faces squished against one another looking back at him.

“Hey…Someone messaged you.”

You respond without looking, focused on your task in front of you. “Oh, who’s it from? My password is your birth month and day.”

Rafe feels like his heart is about to pound out of his chest.

He feels as though he shouldn’t be trusted with this. In fact, Rafe doesn’t even know how to feel as of right now.

He’s been with girls before, ones that would leave their phones face down against any and every surface it rested upon.

He remembers having an argument with an ex years ago, simply because he took a glance at her phone when she got a text.

“Stop being so fucking insecure,” is what she had said to him.

It’s so different, hearing you say what you did.

He’s so used to everything being so toxic, borderline hateful.

But you, you make him feel so different. He can’t seem to put his finger on it at the moment, especially while you’re looking over your shoulder at him so sweetly.”

“Rafe? What does it say honey?” You ask expectantly.

He then fumbles when picking up your phone, your cute phone charm that he bought clacking against your phone case.

You were right, your password was March 24th.

His birthday.

He looks at your notification center and sees a text from his sister Sarah.

Sar-Bear 🫀🎀🌍

‘Does this make me look slutty?

Topper says it does, and idk 😕’ (5:28pm)

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Your teeth catch you lip before you respond, “awee, that’s so fucking mean. Tell her I said she looks great, and she’s gonna be the best Lottie.”

That’s right, Rafe remembers you and Sarah decided to have matching costumes this year.

You’re going as Tiana, and she’s going as Lottie from The Princess and The Frog.

You came home that day, nearly bouncing in your spot as you told him the plan you came up with for Halloween.

You had begged Rafe to be a frog, you even found a frog onesie on amazon! But, Rafe insisted on just letting you and Sarah match.

Rafe has already decided that next year, he’ll match with you, cause you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.

—He just hopes you won't have him wear anything silly.

Rafe sends the text and sets your phone down. He feels giddy inside.

He knows it’s something small, something that most don’t look twice at.

But Rafe feels like a child on Christmas morning.

He feels your arms wrap around his front, and you snuggle your face in his chest; but not before leaving a kiss onto his heart.

Rafe finally realizes what this is for him: this is real.

And this is a breath of fresh air.

—-

Do you have to let it linger?

[restinslices]

Lin Kuei Bros: Play Fighting

Smoke so dramatic-. Anyway, don’t ask why I thought of this. The voices were loud

Bi-Han

Play fighting with any of them is bold as fuck but HIM? You don't like your life 

I'm not saying he's gonna straight up assault you but out of all the brothers, he has the highest chance of hitting you hard as shit on accident 

He probably wouldn't even like play fighting that much. He'd prefer sparring cause at least you're working on your skills. Why you just fucking around?

You gotta catch him on the right day. Some days he's busy and some days he's just legit not in the mood. 

“Imma start it off slow. Imma scope the scenery out-”

If you somehow get this man to cooperate, first of all good job. Second of all, y'all do not stop until you give up. 

The type to pin you down and not let go until you admit he won. If you refuse, you're legit not moving. 

This is a big guy so you're not moving him. You give up, he lets go and you manage to crack a smile out of him

We never see him smile in the game but listen bitch, I'm here for the fantasy-

If he's not in the mood, I can see him just saying “no” like you're a puppy or smth. 

You'd go to swing on him again and he'd either grab your hand or give you a look that tells you he's being serious 

Going back to him accidentally hitting you hard as shit, he's used to sparring with two other buff ass men. Imma guess you're not as buff as them, and some of y'all reading this ain't men. Accidents are bound to happen 

You'd think the Grandmaster would have more control but I just think it slips sometimes. He's stupidly prideful and he's used to sparring so sometimes that's where his mind goes. Also once again, he probably sometimes forgets a hit Kuai Liang could handle is a hit that'll take years off your life. 

I would love to say he gets on his knees and apologizes but this is the same man who betrayed his brothers and was like “why y'all tweaking?” so um… 

You're gasping for air and he's “see why I always say no?”

I feel like I'm making him sound abusive but as someone who's play fought with my older siblings, they hit you hard as shit then tell you you're a bitch when a tear slips out. Why the fuck are you hitting me this hard in my chest? You got 5+ years on me-

He's an older brother. He's gonna hit hard. I swear it's in their DNA 

And if he does apologize it's not really verbal. He checks to make sure your limbs are alright then offers to do something else. 

“Are you gonna say you're sorry?” “For?” “For almost breaking my damn lung” “You started this”

You'd expect that the next time you wanna play fight he'd decline cause he doesn't wanna hurt you again. Wrong. 

Remember he's an older brother. THE older brother. Y'all squaring up again. You don't care about your health so fuck it. 

Honestly would be super fun besides the limb you're gonna lose 

Kuai Liang

Would be more cooperative than Bi-Han but still isn't overly excited to play fight 

Bi-Han is the “tell mom. I don't care” older brother. Kuai Liang is the “wait wait wait, I'm sorry. You can hit me back. Calm down. You want some candy?” older brother 

Fully aware he could cause terrible injuries but as time passes on, he relaxes more 

Definitely play fought as a kid but after Tomas started jumping everytime he heard his voice, he thought “maybe I need new hobbies”.

You’ve interrupted his recovery

He actively focuses on holding back and being soft even if you tell him not to

“Hit me harder” “No❤”

Honestly a fun time though. He holds back when it comes to strength but still tussles with you. Also let's you get hits in even when he could easily dodge them. 

If he accidentally injured you frfr, he's checking up on you immediately and says y'all stopping for today. 

“No, I'm ok” “Can you even breathe right now?” “Uhhh… yes😀” “We're done”

For sure feels like an asshole depending on how bad you're hurt. He's not sliding down the wall in pain but he's like “damn, that was a little too hard”. 

“You can hit me back” “No. I've seen Twilight” “What?” “It's gonna hurt me more than it's gonna hurt you. I'm not doing that”. (Now I wanna write you making them watch Twilight. I'm never gonna be rid of this addiction-)

You gotta hit him back so y'all can be even. It's the only way to move on

Y'all are not doing that shit again for at least another week or so. 

“We gotta scrap right here right now” “No”

Does the thing older siblings do when they put their hand on your head so when you swing at them, you're just hitting air. 

It's so infuriating so you gotta stop. 

The next time though, you swear you're gonna win. You will not. 

Tomas Vrbada

The most willing and having the most fun 

Tomas has two older brothers that probably jumped him on several occasions growing up and you're gonna try and convince me he doesn't have aggression to get out?

People would probably expect he's the softest but no. He's the youngest. As the youngest myself I can assure you, we are used to putting our all in these fights cause we gotta use all our strength to defeat these evil mfs we live with. Sometimes it's not enough-

You're not his older sibling so he's not scrapping like his life depends on it but I do think he's hitting somewhat hard 

Not as hard as Bi-Han, not as soft as Kuai Liang 

You feel his hits but it's not knocking the wind outta you 

Super fun cause he's also using the environment. Definitely is grabbing a pillow and starts swinging it at you. Definitely is running around the couch to chase you. Definitely has thrown you but made sure to aim at something soft. He's probably even turned off the lights then threw a folded blanket at you 

“Cheater” “Don't be upset you didn't think of it first”

You're fighting but laughing at the same time. There's no real tension. Just fucking around. 

Probably starts initiating it too

If he does injure you fr, for a split second he'd actually see it as a victory then he'd remember you're not his older brothers and is like “oh shit-”. 

Injuring those two would mean freedom (or a worse jumping. really depends), injuring you is not good. 

He knows how bad those hits can hurt so he makes sure you're alright. He's not watching you as much as Kuai Liang would but he'd still make sure you're not overly sore. 

He doesn't feel as bad as Kuai Liang would cause he kinda knows this shit happens. Kuai Liang kinda got a little bit of guilt cause Tomas gets into a fighting stance when he raises his hand up. Tomas hasn't victimized anyone so he's more chill about these situations 😭

Tells you random ass stories about when he used to play fight with his brothers. 

“One time Bi-Han threw me in the air and Kuai Liang jumped to catch me only to throw me against the wall”

“This reminds me of when Bi-Han swept my feet from under me and Kuai Liang jumped on me”

“What is it called when someone jumps on you elbow first?”

“This one time I woke up to them standing over me. I knew it was a wrap”

“One time Bi-Han slapped the back of my neck so hard, it was red for at least a week”

“One time Kuai Liang-” “Tomas… you need a therapist” “I don't think that's what it is”

Unlike Kuai Liang who makes you wait, he's cool with scrapping days later. 

Actually says “time out” when he wants a break. Also says “time in” fast as fuck though to catch you off guard 

Legit the most fun brother. I don't make the rules (except I do). 

I did not mean to write the least for Kuai Liang but I was really brain empty for him. Y’all should give me ideas, thanks bookie

[speakingsoftly]

Dying For You

Bakugou x f!reader

tags: angst, death mention, hospital environment, happy ending, confessions, cussing, some suggestive parts, not proofread

word count: 3.1k

I have no medical knowledge what's so ever and don't really wanna fact check so don't judge the inaccuracies. Also I may make a part two later but I just wanted to post this one first. Let me know what ya think!

“I’d die for you.”

Those words echo through Bakugou’s head as he watches you take the hit meant for him. He watches you collapse to the ground, blood beginning to pool around you, and he freezes. All these years of hero training and rescuing, even after fighting in the worst war ever, he still freezes when he sees you go down. He watches as Kirishima takes down the villain who was caught off guard by your sudden movements. He watches as Midoriya runs to your side, checking your pulse. He sees Midoriya freeze before quickly beginning CPR. 

He’s brought back to Earth when the medics push past him and begin assessing you. He sees one take over CPR from Midoriya while another begins to try to stop the blood pooling out of you. He quickly runs to your side only to be pushed away. He’s about to curse the medic out when a hand grabs him. Midoriya pulls Bakugou away and begins speaking, but he can’t listen. Not as he’s watching medics try to bring you back to life. He’s about to move again when he sees you inhale and the medics start taking you to the ambulance.

“Bakugou! Pay attention!” The loud yell in his ear turns him away from you. Midoriya is standing next to him, a hardness to his face Bakugou can’t even begin to decipher. He’s even more confused when Midoriya swings his arm back and punches him in the face. Bakugou staggers back, not expecting the hit, and certainly not expecting Midoriya to yell at him again. 

“You need to get your shit together! If you want to be there for her, fucking act like it. Y/n’s strong but that was a heavy hit. She’s going to need a lot of help and she’s going to need you. So pull yourself together and go to the hospital. We’ll be there once we finish here.”

Bakugou remembers a time when Midoriya couldn’t even look at him. Now he’s being shoved in the direction of the ambulance who are beginning to shut the doors. He shakes his head and blasts himself to the ambulance. They quickly shove him in before focusing back on you. 

You were breathing now, although oxygen was still being fed to you by a medic. Bruises litter your body, but the biggest injuries remain on your abdomen and the large gaping hole left in it. The villain pierced your body with his arms, having some kind of extendable drill quirk. The medics have packed it with gauze and were putting pressure on it. He couldn’t do anything but sit in the corner of the ambulance and let the medics do their jobs. 

Within minutes, they were ushering you out of the ambulance, doctor’s taking over and taking you away. Bakugou follows, uncharacteristically quiet. He knows he should be asking what’s happening, trying to find out more, but… He’s just numb. All he can do is watch them take you away as the memory of you saying you’d die for him plays in his mind once more.

It was a month prior, at Mina’s monthly get together. They were chatting around a fire in her and Kiri’s backyard, drinking and laughing. He remembers you pulling him away for a breather. Your hand was small compared to his, but still had the same calluses. A testament to both of your lines of work as heroes.  

You took him inside to the kitchen, refilling both of your drinks. You sat on the counter and pulled him towards you, the prior drinks making you bolder. He lets himself get pulled and settles between your legs with his hands on your hips. You giggle at his slight flush and use the proximity to run your hands through his hair. 

“It’s softer than I expected,” you murmur, enthralled. He just hums and watches as you continue playing with his hair. 

“Ya know, villain’s have been more rampant lately. It’s surprising that we’ve managed to get this time off considering last month half of us were busy working.”

He nods as he thinks back to your disappointed voice as he called to tell you he wouldn’t make that months get together due to having to work overtime to cover for one of his sidekicks who just had a baby.  Technically, he didn’t have to but he wanted to. You didn’t know that though. He needed that extra work to help him sort through his thoughts and feelings towards you. Now, he’s more settled. He knows he loves you and doesn’t want to shy away from it, but still not quite ready to confess. 

“Hey Kats?” 

“Yea?”

“I’d die for you.”

Bakugou freezes at your words before gripping you tighter. You hiss in pain and he mutters an apology before responding to your statement.

“Y/n… don’t say shit like that. Ya won’t die for me. I won’t allow it. Now just, shut up.” 

It wasn’t the most eloquent choice of words, but Bakugou always struggled voicing his thoughts. You seemed to get his meaning and smiled. Then, you leaned down and kissed him. He quickly began to kiss back. But once he tasted the alcohol on your tongue, he pulled away. You whined in disappointment which sent blood straight down for him as he began to think of you whining for a completely different reason-

“Let’s wait until we’re both sober to continue, m’kay sweetheart?”

You sighed and jumped down from the counter, stumbling slightly into his arms, before continuing back to the party. He took a deep breath, taking a detour to the bathroom to calm down. The next day, neither of you spoke about what happened, you were seemingly too drunk to remember. Bakugou remembers swallowing his disappointment and trying to forget the taste of your lips, to no avail. 

It’s been hours since you were swept away into surgery. The others have all arrived by now, the hospital staff not too happy about having a bunch of heroes crowding their waiting room, but also understanding why they were all there. They were scattered about, Jirou sitting with Kaminari, Mina with Kiri and Sero, and Midoriya was seated next to Bakugou. 

Bakugou still hasn’t said anything to anyone. Midoriya tried, but was ignored. The others took the hint, but Bakugou could still feel the worrying glances every now and then. He could hear them muttering, all of them aware of the feelings and tension between the two of you. 

Finally, a doctor comes toward them. He feels himself stand up before any of them, desperation for news evident on his face. The doctor starts with the good news after looking at everyone’s faces.

“She’s alive.” 

An exhale of relief echoes throughout the room at that.

“But,” they all inhale, “she lost a lot of blood and a solid minute of oxygen deprivation to her brain. We’ve managed to stop the bleeding and restore her organs, but the minute will be the deciding factor. Physically, it will be a long process and she will heal. But right now, it’s a matter of if she will wake up.”

Nobody speaks at that. All of them were trying to digest the news he just told them, some already beginning to cry again.

It’s a matter of if she will wake up. It’s a matter of if she will wake up. It’s a matter of if she will wake up It’s a matter of if she will wake up It’s a matter of-

“What the fuck did you just say?”

The doctor looks at Bakugou, no surprise on his face, as if he was expecting this reaction. Bakugou can see Midoriya reach out to him out of the corner of his eye, but he slaps his hand out of the way and steps towards the doctor.

“The fuck you mean ‘a matter of if she’ll wake up’? It’s your job to make sure she wakes up. You’re supposed to help her, goddammit! She can’t just die like that! Fucking heal her already!”

Kirishima and Midoriya grab onto Bakugou, trying to drag him out. The doctor sighs and begins to talk once more.

“Dynamight, sir. I understand this is hard news to hear. While we have an assortment of healers at our disposal, Y/n is too weak currently to effectively use those healers. And with the inability to test her brain function until she wakes up, unfortunately we have done everything we can for now. I know that is not the news you want to hear, but it is all I can offer you at the moment.”

Bakugou slumps down at the doctor’s words. His shoulders begin to shake as he sobs. He collapses on the ground, Kiri and Midoriya too surprised to hold on to him. The doctor excuses himself, letting the heroes have this moment as privately as they can. 

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!” Bakugou yells as he pulls his hair. Snot and tears cover his face but he ignores it. He feels someone wrap their arms around him but he weakly shoves at them. They stagger slightly before trying again and this time he leans into it. 

“She’ll be ok, Bakugou. She’s strong and powerful. She’ll wake up,” Kirishima says in his ear. Bakugou only sobs into Kiri’s shoulder and grips him tightly. He feels the others move behind him and pat him on the back or put a hand on his shoulder. They crowd together, taking solace in each other and praying to whatever was out there that you would wake up soon. 

Bakugou must have fallen asleep at some point as he wakes up later awkwardly laid across 4 waiting room chairs. The others are slumped in the other chairs, either sleeping or half asleep. He sits up carefully, not wanting to disturb the others. Stretching, he goes to stand up when he sees the doctor show up again. He waits, not knowing if this will be good or bad news and not wanting to stand if it’s bad news. The doctor walks over to him and smiles.

“She’s awake.”

Those two words startle him and he jerks up, completely forgetting to be quiet. The chair he was sitting on screeches back and wakes the others. The doctor repeats his words before giving more information.

“It is very early, but her prognosis so far looks good. She can speak a little and seems to remember who she is and the events that led to her injury. I am worried about motor control, but that isn’t something we can focus on until she heals more.”

Kaminari is the one who speaks this time.

“Um, hey doc. Can we, can we see her?”

“I am only allowing one other person right now. Any more might overwhelm her and she is still in a very fragile state right now. You can decide that amongst yourselves. As for the others, go home. Get some rest and shower. If she remains stable throughout the night, you can take turns visiting tomorrow. Once you’ve decided who will stay, let a nurse know and she will bring you to Y/n’s room and have a cot prepared as well.”

They nod and the doctor leaves. Silence embraces them for a moment as they breathe in relief at the news you were awake. Sero’s the one who breaks the silence.

“Well, we all know who’s staying so why don’t the rest of us head out. Bakugou’ll let us know if anything happens and we need to be rested in case we get called in.”

The others nod and begin to leave when Bakugou speaks up.

“You’re all just… leaving? Not even gonna fight to stay?” He says, anger lacing his voice. They look around nervously. Midoriya is the one that ends up speaking up.

“Kacchan, we all care for Y/n. But you love her. And we know that this has… affected you the most, so you're the obvious choice to stay. Plus if she sees you first, she’ll be less likely to worry and actually focus on healing.”

Bakugou is surprised at that and glances at the others to find them nodding in agreement. He pauses before nodding and waving them off before going to the nurses station. The nurse leads him to your room and leaves before returning with a blanket and pillow and motions him to the cot placed across the room. He barely remembers to nod in thanks as he stares at you. Attached to multiple machines, you looked more like a robot than a person. But you were awake. 

“K-kats?” Your voice is hoarse from disuse and having a tube shoved down your throat from earlier. He snaps out of it and rushes to your side, throwing the pillow and blanket in the cot’s general direction. 

“Hey, I’m here,” he says, his voice rough but quiet, “I’m here.” 

You smile at him and reach for his hand. He flinches and moves his hand away. You pause, not sure how to react to his sudden aversion to your touch.

“Did I- Kat’s what’s wro-” A cough interrupts you as your throat is too dry and painful. Bakugou quickly grabs water and pours it for you, tilting it to your lips. You greedily drink and hum in thanks once you finish the cup. 

“Katsuki, talk to me. What’s wrong?” You ask once you're settled again. Bakugou can only scoff.

“The hell you mean what’s wrong? Are you fucking serious?” He barks out, the familiar anger beginning to rise within him. You only stare at him in confusion before continuing.

“Look, I know that must’ve been scary, but I’m ok. The doc said my prognosis is good as long as I remain stable. And plus-” He cuts you off before you can finish.

“Don’t fucking comfort me! You’re the one who nearly fucking died because I was too slow! You took a hit meant for me and almost died for it. Fuck! You took a hit that resembled mine from the war and, and it scared the shit outta me, Y/n. I almost lost you, and I couldn’t do a goddamn thing. I froze while you lay dying on the ground!”

His voice rose the more he spoke. A nurse walked in having heard the commotion, but you waved her away without him noticing. He was pacing back and forth at the foot of your bed, his hero suit weighing down on him. He took his gauntlets off, but everything else was still on. You sat quietly as Bakugou vented his feelings, only just realizing the extent of his pain and fear at your injury. 

“I told you last month to not fucking die for me and you go ahead and do it anyway! It was fucking reckless and stupid! You mean too damn much to me and I can’t lose you, ok? Fuck, I- I fuck!” He takes a deep breath and looks at you.

“I love you. I’m in love with you or whatever. And today fucking scared the shit out of me. So don’t- don’t sacrifice yourself for me. I don’t want your sacrifice. Do that shit again and I’ll kill you myself.”

His voice goes quieter at the end, seemingly worn out and becoming nervous about his confession. He turns his gaze downward, not wanting to see your reaction. 

“Kats, c’mere,” you say and pat the space on the bed next to you. He shuffles over, acutely aware of your body next to his and how small you seemed in comparison with all the wires hooked to you. You grab his hand and bring it to your heart. He can feel it pumping strongly and some tension releases from his shoulders.

“I’m alive. I’m going to make it through this, I promise. And… I’m sorry. It’s like what everyone says, my body moved before I could think. I just saw you and I saw the villain aim towards you and it just brought me back to the war and all I could think was ‘I can’t lose him again’ so I jumped in front of you.”

You bring your hand that’s not holding his and hold it on his cheek. He leans into it, desperate to feel you. 

“ ‘S still fuckin stupid,” he whipsers against you palm before placing a kiss on it. You laugh slightly before responding.

“Yea, it was pretty fuckin stupid. But we’re both alive so I call it a win.” 

Bakugou shakes his head at that, looking at you and goes to say something but you beat him to it.

“I love you too. I realize now I didn’t respond, but I do love you,” you say, heat rising to your cheeks. He looks at you, emotions running rampant on his face. He finally settles on one and you watch as his eyes darken slightly and his eyes glance towards your lips. You swallow at his intense gaze and watch his eyes trace the expanse of your throat before returning to your lips then your eyes. 

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers, “Please?”

You can only nod, not being able to speak after hearing the breathy whine in his voice. He leans down, careful of all the wires and places his hand against your cheek. Your eyes flutter shut as he presses a soft kiss to your lips before slowly deepening it. You can tell he’s holding back as he grips your hand and face tight but not enough to hurt. You move your hand from his face and into his hair as the other tightens around his hand. He gasps in your mouth when you pull his hair slightly and you use the chance to slip your tongue in his mouth. You fight for dominance but he soon wins. Then he’s pulling away. You whine in disappointment which causes him to smirk. 

“Sorry, sweetheart but we are in the hospital and you are hurt. No goin farther until you're all healed up,” he says, his chest rising heavily. You sigh and settle back into your pillows. A smile laces your face as you watch him try to regain composure, happy to have such an effect on him. 

“Fine, fine. Can you at least lay by me? I’m cold,” you respond after a moment. You weren’t that cold, but you wanted him closer. He hesitates as he glances at your side and all the machinery. Instead of moving closer, he walks to the end of the room and drags the cot closer to your bed. You glare at him as he shrugs off his uniform until he’s left in his pants and undershirt.

“This is the best I can do. I don’t, no I can’t hurt you or mess anything up. You’re still in a fragile state, Y/n,” Bakugou mutters softly. You soften your eyes as you realize he is still struggling with seeing you like this. You only nod and reach out your hand. He takes it and lays down on the cot next to you. 

“Goodnight Katsuki.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

[thef1diary]

Little Big Fan | Ten

— Little Big Date Night

Series Masterlist

wc: 1.9k

If you could characterize Max in a single word, it would be "perfect." Although it may be argued that everyone has flaws, you would also consider his imperfections to be perfect as well.

From the day you two met until now and possibly even beyond, your life has changed so drastically that you can't remember how you used to spend your days without Max. He was a welcomed friend, and after tonight, he is even more than a friend.

You couldn't help but admire him as he sat in front of you, trying to contain his energetic hand gestures to a minimum while speaking to you. You wanted to interrupt and tell him how much you liked that particular trait of his, but that would require him to drop your hands, and you quite frankly enjoyed the warmth his hands exuded.

As promised, Max took you out on a date as soon as he returned from the race. If it were up to him, he would've planned to go out on the same night, but you convinced him for the day after, especially as you needed a babysitter for Isabella.

Speaking of, your daughter was currently at home with your best friend, who had quickly become a lifesaver offering to keep Isabella company while you spent the evening out with Max.

You couldn't consider dropping Isabella off at Tyler's, not after what she told you, so you decided to call your friend. Fortunately, her response was, "of course I can! Go get a boyfriend already,"

Since your actual first date didn't go as planned, you decided to wear the red dress that you put away last time in hopes of gaining some luck. Max, ever the gentleman, had crossed off every point in your mental checklist for a first date.

From standing at your front door suited up and carrying a bouquet of flowers—specifically sunflowers—to making you grin and laugh throughout the evening, Max was doing all the right things.

You were slightly nervous about tonight, yet there was nothing to be worried about. Not after you'd calmed down and realized that this date felt just like the way you usually spent time with Max, albeit a little fancier.

Although you kept your wine intake to a minimum, you still felt the buzzing energy running through you, but perhaps that was all due to his presence.

Soon, dinner was over but you weren't ready for the night to end just yet. As Max drove out of the parking lot, you turned to him with a smile creeping up your face as you thought of an idea.

"Do you wanna stop by the beach that we passed on the way here?" You asked, and he raised his eyebrow in question, "at night?"

You shrugged, "why not? Less people," you managed to convince him. "I'm glad you thought of something because I didn't want to drop you home just yet," he grabbed your hand, bringing the entwined fingers up to place a kiss on the back of your hand.

He didn't let go of your hand until he parked—possibly illegally—near the beach. You checked your phone for any notifications specifically from your friend, but there weren't any new messages. Choosing to leave your phone in the car, you quickly stepped out and rushed towards the sand with a small laugh leaving your mouth.

You walked until the edge of the pavement, looking down at your heels then at the sand.

Max, catching up behind you after he took an extra moment to leave his blazer in the car, chuckled once he saw your rather amusing dilemma. "Don't laugh," you muttered halfheartedly.

You reached down and slightly lifted your foot to the side at the same time to remove your heels, but Max stopped you. "Let me," he suggested, kneeling down and undoing the straps on your heels. Brushing your hand through his hair with a smile on your face, you commented, "you're too kind."

"You deserve it," he looked up at you for a moment, the wrinkles deepening on the corner of his eyes as he smiled.

Once your heels were off, Max held them in one hand while his other hand held yours. The way your palm fit against his so naturally, fingers entwined, it felt like an old habit which you weren't opposed to at all. You leaned closer to him, while watching the waves crashing against the shore further away.

A breeze passed through your hair, harshly increasing as you neared the water. You mentally thanked your past self for choosing a matte lipstick instead of a gloss otherwise your hair would've been stuck to your lips, making a mess.

Once you were closer to the waves of water, it submerged your feet every once in a while as you walked along the length of the beach.

"This is so peaceful," Max commented, making you hum in agreement. "There's no one else here," you added. While Max's gaze was focused on you, he didn't notice how you mischievously walked closer to the water, bringing him along since your hands were still clasped together.

That was until you reached down when he briefly looked away and splashed some water towards him. Startled, Max took a few steps back, dropping your hand while your laughter rang in the open air. He watched you with an unhappy expression but it quickly turned into a look of amusement as he chuckled. "You have no idea what you just started, darling."

As he reached for you, you quickly stepped away and raised your brow, "oh yeah, what's that?"

"War," he responded cheekily, catching you off guard for a moment that was enough time to return the favour. "Max!" You exclaimed, brushing the few wet strands of your hair out of your face.

You chased him, each step ruining the silence of the night with the sound of splashing water. "C'mon, you have to be faster than that," Max turned to face you but still kept running further away.

"Fuck!" You shrieked, landing flat on your ass right at the same time as a wave crashed over the drying sand. Max instantly stopped in his tracks, his look of amusement quickly turning into worry as he saw you clutching your foot.

"Are you okay?" He neared you, crouching down when you shook your head. "It hurts," you mutter.

"What hurts?" He reached out to touch your ankle which he assumed was the issue, but with the incoming wave, you used your entire arm to bring a larger splash onto him. "Your ego I assume," you responded, throwing your head back with a laugh as you saw the defeated look on his face.

"I really fell for that huh?" He asked, mainly to himself as you stood up without any actual injuries. "Never wager a war against me, sweetheart, I'll always win."

Max pulled you back down, right onto his lap with a hand resting on your lower back, "I've got to say, that was clever but you won't always win." You rested your arms on his shoulders, "we'll see."

You still had a mischievous glint in your eyes but it quickly dissipated and was replaced with admiration once you noticed the way Max looked at you. From direct eye contact, his gaze moved to focus on different parts of your face, as if he wanted to memorize every inch.

You knew the exact moment he noticed the scar underneath your chin from a childhood injury, as well as the faint freckles that only seem to darken in sunlight.

Underneath the moonlit night, with the sounds of the waves calming down, all you could focus on was your heartbeat picking up with both nervousness and excitement.

His intense gaze should’ve made you want to look away, to make you want to squirm until he stopped looking, but you had never felt as seen as you did now, and quite frankly you enjoyed the attention.

Max’s other hand found its way to your cheek, fingers grazing with a featherlight touch. "I am so glad that I met you," he muttered, fingers moving down to your chin slightly pulling you even closer.

You held the eye contact with him when you spoke, "me too," proving that there was nothing but truth behind your words. Your eyes only fluttered closed when you felt his lips grazing yours, barely millimetres away.

"Kiss me," you mumbled against his lips and as soon as he registered those words in his mind, he pressed his lips against yours completely.

Even though you knew it was coming, your breath stuttered once his lips were on yours, pressing so gently yet so full of want. Your hand wandered into his hair, a way to bring him even closer while the other settled on the nape of his neck.

Then he parted away slightly, inhaling as his half-lidded eyes studied your expressions intently. Your palms touched his cheeks, knowing you needed more now that you'd gotten a taste of what else was possible. It took two seconds for your lips to crash against his, this time with greater urgency and intense yearning.

He responded with just as much energy, not rushed at all but filled with passion. His tongue parts your lips and you welcomed the intrusion gladly. Your hands slid down to his chest and if you didn’t feel the pulse of your own heart beating all the way down to your fingertips, you would’ve felt his beating just as fast underneath your palm.

You genuinely didn’t believe that you could want someone to the point where you’d happily sacrifice your breaths to be kissed like this, not until Max.

You didn't appear to be the only one losing track of your surroundings, since as soon as Max leaned back in an invitation to hold you closer on his lap, his hand slipped in the sand. Taking you with him, you both landed on the floor, though your fall was softer than his.

The look of shock quickly turned into laughter, both of you realizing how incredibly lost you were in each other. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “I think we should dry off now,” you muttered against his neck, your actions contradicting your words.

Leaning back on his elbows, he nodded, “we should.” Standing up, you returned to his car but with the sand and water covering your outfits, you couldn’t possibly sit inside.

Instead, you sat on the hood of the car, leaning back and looking up at the sky. “It’s so beautiful,” you commented, noticing the twinkling stars shining down upon you. “It is,” Max replied although his gaze was on you rather than the stars.

You turned to look at him, a chuckle bubbling up, “such a sap,” you muttered before he joined you on the hood. “You like it,” he retorted, and you resorted to watching the sky again because he wasn’t wrong.

Shuffling closer to him, you rested your head on his chest while absentmindedly tracing patterns with your fingers. One of his arms was folded back behind his head while the other wrapped around you, keeping you as close to him as possible.

“You know we won’t dry if we stay like this, right?” You asked or rather hummed. “We can spare a few extra minutes if it means you’ll stay right here with me.”

You smiled, “I’ll always be right here with you.”

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[janananarei]

His Favorite Artist

Blind Gojo x Reader

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Genre: Fluff

CW: SFW, Fem! Reader

Note: Yayy, my second work! It's not as long as the first one, but I really just wanted to write fluff. Feel free to send any requests since I have no idea what to write next.

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Warm sunlight hits Satoru's skin as he navigates his way to the stairway. He had won his battle with Sukuna at the cost of his vision, he had to retire after and learn to live not being able to see anything. Luckily for him, his wife was there with him to help adjust to his new life. Living at the countryside, not needing to worry about any curses or curse users, and finally having the life he had always wanted.

Once he touched the familiar railings of the stairs, he slowly steps one foot down and follows the other. He takes his time, almost reaching the last step when suddenly his foot got stuck making him lose balance. A loud thud was heard, and you quickly stop whatever you were doing to check it out. There at the bottom of the stairs lays a groaning Satoru as he rubs his head.

"Satoru! Are you okay? Why didn't you call me?" You ask as you kneel beside him and check his head for any bruise. "Sorry, I thought you were busy and I didn't wanna disturb you." Satoru feels your soft hands grab his arm and pull him up, securing them around your shoulder. "Can we go outside? I've been cramped all day in our bedroom."

"Of course sweetheart. I've also baked a fresh batch of cookies that I'm sure you'd love." You lead him to the door and open it. Satoru feels the fresh breeze hit his face and he sighs in satisfaction, feeling the warm sunlight once more. You lead him to sit in a chair, and grab one of your own. Satoru feels at peace, only hearing the soft swaying of the trees and grass, no growling and groaning from curses to be heard. His arms only feeling the warm sun and the light breeze, clean from the blood of curses. And his eyes, not overwhelmed by information and cursed energies. Although, he was quite disappointed not being able to enjoy the view with you, only being able to see a blank canvas. He still feels the grief of losing his sight and not ever being able to enjoy seeing the world, looking at how grown his students are now, and appreciating your beauty. There is still a feeling of uselessness in his mind as he is no longer able to perform his duties and uphold the title of being the strongest.

"Satoru, do you want me to describe what we're looking at right now?" He feels your soft hands hold his and he smiles. "Of course darling, paint the world for me." He squeezes your hand.

"We're surrounded with trees and flowers of all sorts, giving color to the land. The sun is setting over a lake, painting the sky a beautiful orange hue, while the water reflects the beauty of the sun. In the distance, there is a flock of ducks resting by the shore. Our home is just right beside us, with a bird's nest lying on the roof. Everything is peaceful and quiet." As you further explain the scenery, Satoru imagines the world that you describe it to be. And he now remembers that so long as you are with him, his canvas would never be blank and devoid of life.

You feel him squeeze your hand, so you stop and look at him. You can see the wonder and softness in his eyes, as he continues to stare at the sunset. "What would I ever do without you." He spoke softly.

You smile and lean your head onto his shoulder. Silence taking over the atmosphere, as you both bask in the sunlight. At that moment, Satoru thinks that the world is beautiful.

[arminsumi]

Heyy iam a big fan and omg- i really love ur workkkkkkk and everything 😭😭😭😭 i wan wondering if u can make

Husband gojo x fem reader after care

Like taking bath tougher helping u to dress up and moree plzz plzz😭😭🌸

And tysmmmmmmm

AFTERCARE

GOJO さとる

Note : ah thank you!! 💗😣 i love this request, aftercare is so nice to write i rlly should consider adding more aftercare scenes to my smut. thank u!!

Warnings : 🔞 mdni/18+, aftercare

He lovingly feels up and massages your sweaty body with his pale, veiny hands, going back and forth on your thighs and applying more pressure when you groan in relief at certain points.

"Where are my panties?" you ask.

"I have no idea." he chuckles.

Satoru lets you catch your breath while he searches the bed for your panties. He starts giggling and so do you — for some reason your panties always vanish; they go from dangling on your ankle to being haphazardly tossed off by your man (maybe landing on the lampshade) or being buried under the covers.

"Found them." Satoru giggles harder, "They were under the pillow this time."

When you stand, you feel a burn in your thigh muscles and complain loudly "My legs!"

Satoru makes a guilty smile. "Don't look at me, I have nothing to do with it."

He acts like he's not responsible for making your legs wobbly even though he's the one who's been manhandling you into positions on his cock for the past hour.

Satoru runs a bubble bath and gets a little crazed when he sees you getting in. He unashamedly checks out your ass and makes a low whistle.

He has to help you lower yourself into the tub, because you're feeling unsteady and sore after taking him.

"Careful, don't slip." it's these little, under-the-breath comments that show how gentle Satoru is as a lover.

He's always thinking of your comfort after sex, and during it, with his asks of "Is it too much?" or "Should I go slower?" or "Are you tired, wanna stop?"

Aftercare with Satoru feels sacred. He lovingly cares for your body like it's a divine creature gifted to him from heaven. He gives you these cascading caresses down your arms to soothe them, because he knows they must be sore after he pulled them behind your back while taking you from behind earlier.

He starts giving you a massage while in the bath without you needing to ask — he knows you need it, and he wants to do it.

He's smirking against the back of your ear "Ooh, found ya weak spot." when you moan at the influence of his hands.

"I remember before we were engaged, you were embarrassed about showing me your soft cock—" you tease.

"—I WAS NOT!"

"Haha! Yes you were. You always pulled out super quickly and wrapped the sheets around your waist as if you would just die of embarrassment if I saw it soft."

He washes your hair and happily puts up with your teasing in the bathtub about the days when you two were just dating.

"You were such an idiot in love." you say.

"What do you mean? I'm still an idiot in love." he beams, sneaking a cheek kiss from behind. "I'm always dumb for you."

You nod, "Mhm. A dumb husband."

"Excuse me, "a" husband? YOUR husband, you mean."

You sigh at him. "I'm getting out the bath."

He wraps his arms around your chest tightly, one hand possessively cupping your breast. You feel his wet torso pressing against your back, firm and wet and soap-sudsy.

"Nooo, stay. There's still bubbles." he says.

"It's getting cold in here, you idiot!"

"But the bubbles!!"

He insists that you hold onto his bicep while stepping out the bath. He doesn't want you to slip. (He also just loves the feeling of your small hands grabbing his bicep and wishes you'd do it more often.)

"What else is your big, handsome, muscular husband for?"

"Shut up before I turn you into a big, handsome, muscular ex-husband."

He grins at you and wraps a towel around your body.

"No, you shut up before I take you back to bed for round two." he threatens playfully.

"You wouldn't..."

Satoru picks you up and takes you back to the bed.

But no, he hears your complaints about being sore and tired and quickly tucks you into the soft bed.

"Satoru, I'm tired."

"Yes I know, buttercup. You stay right here 'n I'll get you a water."

So he does. You take tiny sips that he thinks are adorable. He stares at your throat as you swallow a big gulp, and the sound makes him wiggle his brow. You smack him.

"Damn, you're a thirsty slut." he jokes when you finish the whole glass of water.

You smack him again. He wraps his arms around you and you smile softly. You're in that daze, you feel like you're drifting.

Shielding you with his body, happily feeling like he's your protector, he waits for you to fall asleep first and then he lets himself fall asleep, too.

© arminsumi

I do not permit the copying/reposting/translation/plagiarism of my works. Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.

This is fictional work.

[sturniolosass]

Sick - a Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summery - Nick and Matt are sick with Covid and you offer to come and help take care of them.

*fluff, like…pure fluff*

It’s Tuesday Night and you get a call from your boyfriend Matt letting you know he tested positive for covid, Your first reaction was to ask if he need anything medicine, soup, water. He had stated that he and the boys were fine without it and that you should stay home and rest but you insisted. So ending the call you decided to head over to him and his brothers home to help take care of all three of them.

Before heading to the house you decided to run to your local grocery store and grab a few things for the soup you’d be making and also a box of tea.

Once you checked out you started making your way to the house.

Once you arrived you knocked on the door urgently and saw Chris, you urgently pulled a mask over your face

“Yo! I’m good, i don’t have Covid…” he said

“ohhh oh my god, i thought all of yall were sick as fuck” you stated with a sigh of relief

“where are Matt and Nick?” you asked with a sense of panic

“they are both locked away in their rooms..i wouldn’t let them contaminate you” he laughed

“I don’t think it would matter hence i put myself in this situation. Wanna help me cook?” you ask Chris hoping he’d say no remembering his cooking history

“uhhhh im not sure you want that..” Chris replied

“you know what! you’re right” you replied rushing over to the stove

You put everything down on the counters before rushing around the corner hall to Matt’s room. Knocking on the door you say “Matt, are you hungry? How’re you feeling?” then listening in for a response you hear counting..

“1..2..3..4..5” Matt counts..

You call again “Matt?!”

Matthew then hurriedly opens the door wearing a mask he then says “what’re you doing here..? you’re gonna get sick! go home!” he rushing griefs to shut the door.. but your foot’s in between the hinges “i wanted to come and take care of you guys i know you guys don’t really know how to do that yourself.., have you even had any medicine..?” you ask worriedly “yea..” Matt looks around suspiciously “well no..but still i don’t want you getting sick, you should go home, coming here was sweet though i really appreciate you thinking of us honestly” he replies expecting you to leave which you do.. but not the house

Time to cook..

You grab all your ingredients and start making the soup. Onion, Celery, Garlic, Carrots, Noodles, etc.. once everything is cooking you decide to throw on a movie within the same time in which Chris decides to come up stairs from the ground floor… “sooo like, I know i’m not sick but that smells oh so yummy” he says in a weird yet entertaining voice “can i please have some too?” he begs. You look at him funny and reply “I mean.. i guess i’m trying to make enough so that there’s at least enough for two days..” he then notices the TV and asks “what is this? saltburn or some shit?” you look at him in disgust “No. it’s The Turning” you say matter of factly. “what is it about” he asks, “i don’t know for real, just some indie horror film” you tell, “oh alright well please let me know first when the food is done” he pleads. “whatever.” you say.

One the food is done you call up the guys one by one to grab a bowl. First Chris cause he asked so kindly, then Nick.. Once Nick comes down he seems fine, Then he starts coughing a lot, causing you to worry and offer him tea. He politely declines claiming to not enjoy tea that much. He then heads back upstairs and Matt comes out of his room after 5 minutes..

“Hey, I really appreciate you coming here and treating me and my brothers so sweet.. i was on the phone with my mom and she really thanks you because she can’t be here to do these things for us” he says lovingly smiling up at you with his cute little red nose from blowing it all day. “no problem, i love you guys a lot. you especially, so i have no problem with probably leaving here sick just to make sure you guys are ok” you reply. Matt them comes behind you whilst you’re stirring the soup on the low heat and gives your back a nice firm hug. “I love you” he says. At first you’re very caught off guard because that’s the first time he’s spoken those three words to you.. but coming to your senses you immediately respond “i love you too, Matt” in to which he smiles in the crook of your neck and kisses it. You turn and hug him back.

“Want some soup or tea?” you ask politely. “Sure, i’ll have some tea” he responds thankfully. “i already had food like a few hours ago. thank you though.” he adds. You pop a Peppermint tea in the keurig and he sits at the table. “i’m glad you’re here, i feel like i’ve been going crazy locked in my room all day.” he speaks. “I was counting my steps as i paced my room earlier because my apple watch felt i was being ‘lazy’ even though i’m quite frankly sick as all hell” he adds.. “hahaha yea i heard that, i was so confused” you reply coming in for a kiss in which he hesitates “i don’t wanna risk your chance of getting more sick” he states in to which you reply “the sickness is airborne, love. if im gonna get sick it’s gonna happen regardless. i’ve already stepped in the house.” leaning in you kiss his lips. The keurig finishes and you mix a little bit of honey in his mug and hand him the cup.

Nearing the end of the night you and Matt head into his room to relax, figuring you’d already be sick Matt invites you to stay the night knowing it shouldn’t get any worse from here unless you go home where your family lives. You both decide to watch a movie, Matt begging you to help him finish saltburn stating he was bored with it in the first 20 minutes. You oblige only to regret it seeing he’s only watched a small portion of the ‘weird’ movie, however you continue watching just to keep him company and watch him fall asleep comfortably in your arms...

The End :)

a/n: idk how i feel about the end of this.. but you know what, its my first and i’ll only get better as i keep going.. :)) THANKS FOR READING!

[hearts4golbach]

if you do requests can you do any Johnnie Gulibert x fem reader fluff please 🙏🙏

Somethin’ Stupid.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

sorry if this isn’t fluffy enough, i had this idea and song stuck in my head and thought it’d be perfect!

Johnnie sat in the living room on his phone as we waited for Jake and Tara to come over. the four of us frequently had dinner together, at least once a week. this week was at me and Johnnie's shared apartment. it was small but cozy. the faded maroon couch creaked as I plopped down next to him.

"You gonna help me cook? I was thinking we could make, like, lasagna or something. I don't know, I want pasta." I rambled, running my fingers along his tattoos.

"Of course," he kissed my forehead before checking the time on his phone. "it's only 3, they won't be here until 5:30."

"Well, yeah. i was thinking we could make everything from scratch. I know you're not a huge person on cooking, but it'd be fun if we did it together." I say shyly.

"you really trust me in that fucking kitchen?" he laughed, "I'd probably burn this place to the ground."

"yeah, right." I roll my eyes and stand up, gripping his arm in an attempt to pull him up. "Come onnn!" I whined, "we have all of the ingredients and everything."

he sighed dramatically. "fine, only because I love you."

"lazy bitch." I teased before making my way to the kitchen, johnnie not far behind me.

I listed the ingredients we needed off some random website so he could gather them. he was already moaning and groaning about how he's going to fuck it up.

"well, since I'm here, you can only fuck shit up if you try really, really hard." I tilted my head, putting my hands on my hips.

he waved his hand around. "whatever you say. let's do this shit authentic, dump the flour straight on the counter."

"johnnie, do no -" before I could protest, he had dumped a cup of flower onto the counter. "I'm not fucking cleaning that up."

johnnie giggled and finished putting the correct amount of flour into our freshly cleaned counters. “okay, maybe we should mix the wet ingredients in a bowl first and not dump them on the counter like an idiot.” I rolled my eyes.

he fluffed his hair. "but that's so boring."

"at least it's somewhat practical. also, I hope you remember what has happened on that counter between us, just saying." I grabbed a bowl out of the cabinet. his face flushed light pink as he smiled. "wanna mix?" I handed him the whisk after I had put all of the wet ingredients in.

as he mixed, I cleaned up after him. I grabbed the flour and began to walk back towards the cabinet whenever johnnie moved and bumped into me, causing flour to go all over my face and stick. "...johnnie!" I scolded.

he whipped around and laughed at the sight. "sorry, babe." he cheezed.

"not funny, get me a towel or something. be a good boyfriend." I pestered, attempting to seem angry but not being able to manage it. i let out a laugh as i looked at myself through the reflection of the microwave. i watched as johnnie wet a towel before coming over to me and wrapping his arm around my waist. he pulled me close and began to wipe off my face. “thanks, baby.” i smiled, pecking his lips before pulling away and getting back to work.

he finished mixing and looked at me for permission to dump the shit on the counter. i rolled my eyes once more and nodded, “go ahead. it’s too late now.”

he giddily dumped the wet ingredients on the table, clapping and acting like a child with excitement. he began to mix everything with his hands and i helped him. “this feels so weird.” johnnie snickered.

i giggled, “well, yeah.” i lifted my hand up and wiped egg residue on his face.

he hunched over, gagging before wiping himself off with the towel. “ugh!”

“love you.” i smiled, wrapping up the dough and putting it in the fridge.

he grabbed the ingredients for the sauce as he read them from my phone. meanwhile, i began to shred cheese. “i don’t even eat half of the shit on this list. mushrooms?!” Johnnie joked, making me roll my eyes.

“mushrooms will be on the side, mainly for Jake and Tara if they want them. we can have a fancy dinner!” i protest, putting the cheese off to the side as i began to cut the mushrooms. Johnnie came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist as i cut. “you already done putting the sauce together?”

“yeah, it was easy.” he smirked, resting his head on my shoulder,

“did you do it correctly?” i emphasize, scooping the chopped up mushrooms into a pan to cook them.

he snorts, “i hope so.”

i triple checked to make sure everything was running smoothly before starting the oven. i hummed along with the Frank Sinatra record playing quietly in the background. i stirred the mushrooms, adding seasoning and singing to myself. “and then i go and spoil it all by saying somethin’ stupid like, ‘i love you.’”

“you’re so beautiful,” Johnnie commented, stirring the sauce before walking off to set the table.

i blushed just as hard as i had since we first started dating, things Johnnie said to me never got old. i continued humming along with a smile on my face. Johnnie began to wash plates and utensils, which were matching matte black with silver accents. i turned to look at him, unable to hold back a smile when his gaze met mine. i had always hated singing in front of people, but Johnnie loved it.

we quickly assembled the lasagna, as our time was running out quickly, it was already 5. we had lost track of time talking while everything cooked. after putting it in the oven, Johnnie kissed my forehead. “we did great.”

[aviradasa]

Hi hi again ! I just wanna say I ABSOLUTELY ADORE the chubby reader x Larry n' Sal hdcns you wrote !! It's very nice and comforting, and really made my night - I can't stop re-reading them :') . THANK YOUUU 👹🖤‼️

Anyway, I was wondering if you could do something similar to the chubby reader hdcns, but with an ADHD!reader ? Just some Larry n' Sal with an adhd having gf hdcns ! Pls & ty, ilyyy <3

(also, if you're not comfortable with writing these, or don't know abt the symptoms of adhd [with depression & anxiety symptoms, bc it's a big struggle for me personally lol], no pressure abt writing these hdcns !! Remember to eat and stay hydrated <333 !!!)

Heyyy I actually loved writing this as I've struggled for years with depression as well and me and my family have been unsure if it's Adhd or autism since I was a kid lmao So here is

Larry,sal x Adhd!Girlfriend!Reader (separate)

Sal:

Sal is really good with you

He's a really calming person to be around, so if you're really struggling that day, he's got you

If you're too hyperfocused and forget to take care of yourself, he will find a way to pull you away without bothering you. Even if it's just for a bit so you can eat or something

But if you have trouble focusing? Well, sals next to you and talking you through whatever you're trying to to.

He will even help you.

One day, you started frantically cleaning your room. Pulling stuff from the drawers pulling the stuff out from under your bed. Unloading your desk.

But then once you saw the amount of stuff, you kinda froze up. not sure where to even start.

You were honestly so overwhelmed you almost had a breakdown, but then sal walked into your guys' room, looking confused as shit asking you what's going on.

He waited patiently as you explained, and then he sat on the ground with you and started helping you organize everything,talking you through the process the entire time to keep you from getting more overwhelmed.

He's a damn angel

And once you guys got done and the room was back in order, you guys put on a movie and just passed out

If it's a day where you can't seem to sit still. He won't try to stop you.

Naw, he's saying ok come on, let's go to the apartments and run around checking on the ghost.

He doesn't try to hold you in place or stop you he tries to encourage you to do what you need to in a healthy way.

Also, if losing or misplacing things is a struggle for you, that's fine, don't worry.

Cause either he knows where it is or he's looking for it with you. And sometimes, when he sees something in an odd place, he will just grab it and put it where it should be.

And then when you need it, you don't have to go on a scavenger hunt.

On days where you can't seem to drag yourself outta bed or you're just not doing good with racing thoughts

He's with you. If you both have class that day, he will coax you out of bed,

and while you guys are driving there you guys will talk about it, and if you can't put it into words, he will just tell you stuff to get your mind off it

If you don't have class, he will lay with you, and you guys will just put on a show and chat, which makes you feel a bit better

He's like your other half at this point, and it's nice to have some calm when things get crazy

Overall, you both have a pretty good system, and if he's having issues, you help him out too, so it's a pretty win-win you

guys are great together

Larry:

Well, now Larry, I think, has a bit of it to but a little different. He's more on the hyper focus end.

He will get to painting or playing a game, and he's not moving from that spot until it's done, and if you are also hyper focused at the same time it can start off good but then can get a bit unhealthy

It's whoever comes out of it first that will snap the other out of it

But if you're having trouble focusing, he will do his best to help, but let's be honest, you both will probably end up distracted

One day, you were trying to work on a project for one of your classes and you were stuck because you had so much to do and didn't know where to start.

So you tried to put on some music. We'll that didn't work too well because now you're sitting there watching MTV music videos.

By the time Larry got back, you were spaced out at the screen with your project forgotten sitting next to you.

He asked you what it was, and when you told him, he asked if it was done and you ended up explaining that you got stuck.

Well, he sits down with you and takes a look at it and also kinda blanks. Then you guys started talking, and the conversation ventured off, and yall ended up rushing it the night before.

At least he tried lmao.

Now, if it's a hyper day for you guys and you're running around trying to do a bunch of stuff, he will probably roll a joint and give it to you like.

Smoke this.

After you do, it can have one of two reactions

1 you actually slow down and are able to chill for a bit, or 2 it just makes you wanna go on an adventure.

If it's the second you guys end up in a gas station getting snacks and then heading over to sals to bother him and his girl it's cool they don't mind lol.

Now, when it comes to misplaced objects it really fucks with larry. Like I said in my general Larry HCs, he's messy but in an organized way.

So if he's digging around trying to find a certain paintbrush and he ends up finding it in the living room instead of in his art area he it really fucks with him.

But he's not mad he's just more confused and like what the fuck I didn't put that there.

And if he asks you and you don't remember, then you guys jokingly blame the ghosts. You both know it probably wasn't them but it's a Lil inside joke.

Now, for days, you can't get up, he stays with you. He's either in the same boat or he just feels bad and understands. Sometimes, he will lay with you, and you both might smoke and talk to each other. Or he will put on a show or music and paint while you do you.

It's just nice to know he's there and that he cares.

Overall, you guys got a lot going on, but you guys manage it as well as you can and what's important is that you do it together 🖤

[siolixz]

~Veils Of Crimson~

Chapter 4

Pairings: oz cobb x reader (Carmine Falcone's daughter)

<chapter 1> <chapter 2> <chapter 3> <chapter 5: part 1>

Reader is a child of the circumstances she was raised in and Oz is still manipulative-I had to take a few breaks from writing this to walk around my house a lil bit-I think I have a pretty clear idea of where I wanna take this story going forward. You get to FUCK that old man! YES! Also, I am currently drawing Oz and 'reader' how I imagine her, can't wait to show yall. Next Chapter is gonna be up as soon as I see the new episode and I get virtually high with creativity.

I took my inspo from Driving Miss Falcone by (https://www.tumblr.com/genevievedarcygranger here on tumblr), check out the story if you can.

Enjoy, give feeback if u want ily xoxo.

Warnings: mature language, smut (oral sex, hair pulling, riding) violence, general horniness.

“WHERE ARE YOU”

You texted her back that you were out and perfectly fine-nothing to worry about, you apologized for not texting her in time as well. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. Ok, so you didn’t text Sofia that you were gonna leave, so what? She’s not your parent. You just unfortunately forgot, in all the excitement of seeing Oswald, you ran out of the door, got in the car and disappeared.

With your heart beating out of your chest, you pressed the handle of the main entrance to the mansion and upon being greeted with the quietness of the estate at this late hour- you went into the kitchen to grab yourself a snack from one of the fridges there.

Where are those damn Milka sweets you brought back from Europe? Did someone eat them? If they did you were gonna-

“Sneaking inside at this late hour? How scandalous.”

“Jesus, Sofia, you HAVE to stop doing that-”

“Where were you?” she said, while stepping closer, cocking her head.

Alright, this was older sister Sofia speaking

“I’m sorry, ok? I didn’t want to leave like that, It’s just that-I had some business I had to do, ok?” you said, hoping this lie would be sufficient

She didn’t look like she believed you, but she stopped asking any questions.

“While you were gone, I found a guy that's gonna help us with catching the rat in our family, once and for all.” -she didn't tell you anything about whatever she had planned

“A guy that’s gonna help us with finding the rat? That’s good. Great even.”

“Yeah, it is.” she looked down for a moment before taking a deep breath and coming closer “Listen, I think it would be best that you leave here a while, with everything that’s going on, I don’t want to lose you too-”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said. Who does she think she is? Sending you away like this “this is my home.”

“Yes, yes i know” she closed her eyes deep in thought and opened them before continuing “you are one of the most important people in this family and I know how hard it is to be sent away-but this time, believe me, it’s for your own good. I only want the best for you.”

“No, no. I can help Sofia, I know I can. Why didn’t you tell me about the detective? I could’ve come with you-”

“Listen, just listen. I love you, I want the best for you-”

“You believe imma hold you back. That’s it. So you want to send me away, like dad.” you started nodding, mostly to yourself. That was it, she didn’t want you around, like she didn’t even miss you. “We have an army of guards at the mansion, I could remain here until everything is resolve-”

“Your place isn’t in a power struggle between us and the Maronis, you know that.” Honestly, fuck her. She barely talked to you since coming home, you weren’t the little girl she once knew.

“Alright- I guess, let me know if you need anything. Good night” You started backing up while talking to her, you didn’t even want to see her

“Good night.” she said.

Today was your brother’s memorial service and everyone important was here. There was food and good drinks, ready to be served for everyone to remember and toast towards your brother’s life. You really missed him and hoped he was in a better place.

You talked to Carla and Gia-her daughter. Gia told you looked beautiful, like a princess.

Like a princess of death and despair probably, wearing all black.

You saw everyone’s head turn towards the only person that could pull their attention away from you-Sofia, who was currently shoving a fist full of pasta in her mouth.

Classy-just like you remembered.

You took this moment of ignorance and disappeared into one of the rooms near one of the staircases that lead downstairs for a moment of quietness, you wanted to browse the internet a bit- see if anyone took a picture of you with him.

You talked to Oz last night when you arrived home- he told you to call him when you did, he said that you two will see each other today, that he was sorry you had to leave so early and that he really enjoyed your date, he didn’t have that much fun in a long time.

What a sweet man you thought, last night he was incredibly gentle and you could get used to going out with him, being by his side. His big arms, his charisma- everything about that man left you wondering when you two would be alone again, maybe in a more intimate setting- god it felt like you were 19 again, daydreaming about riding him in the backseat of your Rolls Royce, the way his hands would hold you down, guide you down his-

“-I told you to come to me, not go behind my BACK!”

Your uncle Luca, accompanied by Sofia and Castillo were coming down the steps-rudely disturbing your dream.

When your uncle saw you, he pointed at you and asked “You dragged your little sister into this too?”

You looked at Sofia, then at Luca “What?”

“No, she doesn’t know anything.”

“Good, at least one of you listens.” Luca continued. Fuck was his deal? Did he find out about Sofia’s plan to find the rat?

They continued to go down, still talking. You decided you didn’t want to stick around to find out what they were doing so you left and found that every single door was closing? Ok, what the literal fuck is happening.

“Search everyone for weapons.”

You followed the voice and found some of the guards in a line, unfortunately the man you desired was also between them.

“Oz? What happened?” you said as you ran up to him, the sound of your manolo blahnik heels creating sharp clicks against the expensive floor.

His gaze softened when he saw you and before he could say anything one of your guards, spoke up next to him “Someone iced a Maroni in the basement.” Oh, so that’s why Sofia was rushing downstairs with Luca, yikes.

“The fuck. Fuck you!” Viti said, as he was roughly handled by a guard. This fucking asshole, you hoped it was him secretly.

Luca and Sofia joined everyone in the hallway and your uncle called out your name and ordered you to step back-you had to unfortunately, obey.

“Fuck you looking at?” You and Oz were both staring but he directed his words towards him. “It was you, wasn’t it?” What was he doing? “You sent us there to get massacred, what did the Maronis give ya’, huh?” accusing a member of the family like this isn't wise, Oz.

“Watch your fucking mouth you gimp.”

“Fuck your mother ya dirty rat!” Jesus Christ Oz. Before you knew it they literally jumped at each other's throat, well more like Oz went to punch him in the face and stomach.

It took two men to pull the much larger man off of Viti- you were too shocked to say anything. Why was he acting like this? Did Viti’s comment rile him up this bad? Johnny is a well known shit talker.

“One of you is a fucking traitor-feeding information to the fucking enemy, I will not tolerate that.” Luca said. You looked at your sister, her face didn’t move towards you.

As the guards searched the suspects- Castillo, Sofia’s personal bodyguard, was found to be the rat.

Shithead, you thought.

“Miss Falcone I swear to God, that is not mine.” he pleaded, what a liar. You glanced at Oz and he gave you a wink- you couldn’t wait for him to be let go and kiss him again, the thought alone gave you butterflies.

“You were there with him that night-you killed him.” Sofia’s words were full of anger- hate clear as day on her face

“I didn’t-I would never.” What a shitty excuse of a human being, lying like this, your brother didn’t deserve to die at his hands.

“Give me your gun.” Sofia said towards the guard holding Castillo. Was she gonna shoot him here, in the house? You saw Oz look at you.

“Sofia, please listen to me-”

“GIVE ME YOUR GUN”

“I would NEVER do this to you-”

Luca turned to you and told you to turn around and you tried to as quick as possible-covering your ears and jumping when hearing the gunshot, did she shoot him?

This sort of stuff-this shit should never, ever happen inside the house. You knew your sister wasn’t right in the head after coming back from Arkham, but this, this was not right.

With your heartbeat in your ears, you left as quick as you could, you didn’t wanna turn around and see a dead body- one who only seconds ago was living and breathing, a human being, who you knew-who pleaded for his life- he deserved to die but not to get shot like this, especially inside the house.

You heard Oz call out your name, but you didn’t stop-you had to get outside, you didn’t even know if you would want to sleep inside the house tonight-God your knees felt weak.

Was your sister really that brutal? Was that necessary? You felt tears form in your eyes.

“Doll-” you heard the door open and as you made eye contact with Oz your tears couldn’t stop, you didn’t even know WHY you were crying.

You certainly weren’t crying for Castillo’s life, he was a rat, this is how people like him deserve to go- you should not cry-it was probably from the shock of it all.

“I-i'm sorry” you said-trying to turn away from Oz, you didn’t want him to think you were a crybaby or something-you were holding your tears back as well as you could, before he grabbed you in his arms and then you were REALLY crying.

“What just happened?” you sobbed, this was horrible-this sort of thing would’ve never in a million years happen if your dad was alive.

Between Oz shushing you-telling you that you are going to be ok and running his hands along your back up and down you eventually calmed down.

“Are you better? Hm?” he didn’t let go of you -you nodded.

“Ye-yeah I’m better, thank you. I’m sorry.”

“Ain’t nothing to apologize for doll, you shouldn’t have seen or heard that shit, that’s not how things go.” he looked genuinely apologetic, like he shot him.

“What happened to the guy downstairs?”

“Castillo stabbed him in the chest.” he said, while glancing down momentarily

“Good God, what has this house come to? What kind of monster does such a thing?”

“Yeah nasty business, horrible really.”

“I don’t know if I can step inside again tonight, I don’t wanna sleep in there.” you hugged your arms to your chest, between your sister telling you to fuck off and then Castillo being shot, you didn’t want to go back inside “I’ll get myself a room at the Belle Monico”

“Yeah well, If you don’t want to spend the money you can crash at my place, if you want of course-”

“Really? You’d have me?”

“Of course.” he said, matter-of-factly “anything you need-you know you can call me.”

“Oz, imma need you to take care of this shitshow inside-” Viti didn’t open the front door wide enough to see that you were there too

“Yeah-yeah I’ll take care of them.” Oz gave him a dismissive wave, Jonny just shut the door as quick as he opened it “This bald motherfucker is giving me orders too now.” He looked at you, hoping you would laugh at his comment-and you did.

“Keep that smile, ok?’ while also smiling- Oz climbed down the steps to the main entrance. He turned towards you and continued “By 8 o’clock I’ll be done with all this shit and you can drop by-I’ll text you my address. In the meantime, go away from the estate, go shopping or something, I know that it will make you feel better, ok?” you nodded from the top of the stairs “No MORE crying, you got that?” he pointed a finger at you.

“Alright.” you said “see ya.” The smile he left you with didn’t disappear and as you called your driver to come outside and grab your bag, you were already thinking about what underwear to wear tonight.

The excitement bubbling inside you was undeniable and as you listened to music in the backseat of the mercedes you were getting driven in it was hard not to let your mind wander, first time you were gonna be over at Oswald’s house, just you and him, all thoughts of the gruesome spectacle that happened today at your mansion disappeared-all replaced by the familiar excitement you always had before seeing him.

This time, however, it was going to be different. You were sure that if you didn’t get to feel him on top of you, you might actually pass away tomorrow.

As your driver pulled up into the Diamond District your stomach knotted with nerves, you were a few blocks down from Oz’s place-you tried to distract yourself from all the emotions and looked outside, you might’ve been in one of these shops in the past- even if they looked a bit shitty.

“I’m waiting for you, climb up the staircase when you get in, I’ll open the door.” he texted you

OK, you were really doing this- you scooted back in the driver’s seat and took a deep breath- you put your phone on mute, Sofia didn’t answer your call when you left so screw her.

The woman that just kissed his boss on the cheek might’ve been the most put together person he ever saw in his life. She looked like she belonged in a magazine, with perfect manicured nails, beautiful hair and gorgeous bright teeth that were shown to him as she smiled-introducing herself.

Words didn’t register in his head, too blinded by this strange creature that just waltzed in like it was noth- Falcone?

He told him about her, after the failed drug transport “a woman like that kid whew -don’t think you ever saw someone as beautiful” he paused “ she don’t hang around with just any schmuck, you gotta provide a level of security-of money-I promised myself, I’d get her on my arm one day one way or another.”

This was the sister of ‘The Hangman’ shi-

“Cat got your tongue or you’re gonna leave the girl hanging like this?” Oz said and chuckled, but the jolly behavior didn’t reach his boss eyes, it sounded more like a threat to Victor “Hhey I’m V-victor.” the nerves he felt were clearly evident- poor kid you thought.

“You must be Oz’s driver, nice to meet you.” sadly, you weren’t alone with him “Nice place you got” you said, walking around a bit.

“Vic, go get us some food- doll, you have a preference for anything?”

“No, whatever you say it’s best.”

As Oz instructed Vic where to go, you looked around his place.

It was cozy, you liked it. There was a picture frame with the history of this place- this is where they made the jewels you saw outside- well some of them. That’s cool, also Oz bedroom had these big ass doors, they looked like they were made to hide money.

As Vic left the apartment you looked outside, the big concrete buildings were a stark contrast to the gorgeous scenery you were used to.

“What d’you want to drink? Got some wine, or the strong stuff—whiskey, scotch.” He gave you a half-smile, pouring himself a glass. “But I’m guessing that ain’t your thing.”

“Water’s fine-”

He raised an eyebrow, scoffing lightly. “Nah, c’mon. After the crap you went through today? You deserve better.” Before you could protest, he poured a glass of red wine and handed it to you. “Trust me, this one’s better than what they had back at the restaurant.”

You took a sip as he sat down next to you. He was right, it was much better than the one at the restaurant.

“Guess it’s just… everything that happened today,” you said, a bit quieter. “What if they come after me next?”

He set his glass down, leaning in close. “Listen, doll…” His voice dropped, low and rough as he placed his hand on your knee. You tried to ignore the way his big hands on your leg made you feel. “You’re safe here. No one’s coming for you in this place. I got that covered.” He watched you carefully, making sure you heard every word. “You know I’d never let anything happen to you, right? You don’t gotta worry ‘bout a damn thing here.” he leaned closer to your face- trying to make eye contact as you gazed at the floor and then back up at him.

His hand stayed on your knee, warm and steady, and the intensity in his eyes made your pulse quicken. He wasn’t usually this serious, this protective—and it felt comforting. Comfort that you haven’t felt in a very, very long time

“You sure I’m not in the way here, Oz?” his hand tightened just slightly on your knee and his thumb traced circles on your leg

“Stop it with that. You ain’t ‘in the way,’ alright?” He leaned back, looking off for a second before muttering, “Fuck… when you left, I felt like shit..”

You reached over, brushing your hand against his. “It’s alright, Sofia’s back now; that’s what’s important.”

He huffed, giving you a crooked grin and a full image of his golden teeth “Yeah, sure. But it ain’t just Sofia.” His voice softened, though his hand stayed firm on your knee, possessive, like he didn’t want you going anywhere. “You mean a lot more to me than you think, i'm not gonna let you walk outta here that easily.”

You smiled at him and before you could respond, he closed the distance between the two of you with his mouth on yours with a hungry, possessive force.

The taste of whiskey and warmth flooded over you as he deepened the kiss, his other hand sliding up your back, pulling you in close. When he finally pulled back, his gaze lingered on your face, his hands tucked a stray hair next to your face behind your ear. The deep brown of his eyes had such a warmth to them, like crackling firewood-so gorgeous and full of passion.

“C’mere,” he murmured, his hands guiding you over him. He shifted on the couch, pulling you into his lap until you straddled him, his hands steady on your waist. His touch was possessive, yet gentle as his fingers traced along your hips, holding you there. “Forget all that other crap, it's just you and me, okay?” he said when you were on top of him

The feel of him beneath you, this bull of a man- so dangerous yet so soft towards you, so gentle- you alone could make him feel like this and that thought sent a thrill through you as his hands settled on your back, pulling you in closer.

He kissed you again, deeper this time, his lips warm and slow as he leaned into you. The heat between you grew as his hands slipped beneath your shirt tracing your waist and back, his fingers gripping harder into you with each kiss. You felt his hand move from underneath your shirt to slide up, fingers tangling in your hair, gently tugging you closer as his mouth started to press open mouthed kisses on your neck.

“You’re where you should be, right here with me” he murmured against your skin, his voice so low you thought your ears and cheeks would light on fire from the heat rushing towards them- the way he enveloped you fully-the lingering whisper of tobacco on his collar, blended with the whiskey on his tongue was making you moan all on its own-the way his hands helped you grind down on him- like he’d been waiting for this.

“Oz please” you didn’t exactly know why you were saying please for, just that you wanted him to do ‘something’ .

He placed you with your back on the couch, still kissing you and he lifted your shirt just high enough to grab hold of your jeans. “Take this shit off” he roughly grabbed your jeans zipper and pulled you down a little bit by his movement, barely getting them off and when he did- those stupid skinny jeans stopped at your knees and in his urgency left them there- while also ignoring the very expensive pair of panties who you just bought TODAY.

He didn't even look at them and with one hand under your ass, pulling you closer to his face -he started to press kisses on your ass and near your pussy.

In all this rush, you couldn’t even think straight. With one hand he almost folded you in half and with the other he was pulling you closer to him. You couldn’t believe this was happening- giggling a little bit and moaning- you grabbed your pants and finally pulled them off- tossing them somewhere in the apartment.

You opened your legs to give him space. You felt goosebumps rising on your skin and grabbed his head when he started to lick your clit- placing a hand on your mouth didn't do too much to stop the sounds you were making, but at least you were trying.

His hands went below your shirt, on your tits and he groaned when he got to them-the sound sending a very pleasant vibration to your most sensitive place and making you moan even harder.

One of his hands remained on your breast, massaging it and with his other hand he put his finger inside, you thought that you might actually come from that alone, the way his much bigger finger felt inside of you-a familiar heat started pooling in your stomach-you closed your eyes-trying to not let go of this feeling, “please Oz” you sounded so pathetic, whispering like that.

Oswald didn’t even respond to you, just started pushing his fingers even deeper inside, the feeling of having his tongue touch you repeatedly where you only touched with a finger, maybe two- was the most euphoric thing you ever experienced and the way his fingers would push up like that-”Oh my god” you breathed out, gripping your mouth- your legs wrapped around his head and you moved your hips, trying to get to feel him as much as you could.

While he switched from sucking your clit to rubbing circles with his tongue on your bud, his hands were keeping themselves busy with your nipples- just peeking over your almost pulled down bra from underneath your shirt. This was too much. “I’m gonna-” You don’t think you ever experienced an orgasm like that before, your belly was almost aching by the end, the way you moved against his face made you feel almost sorry, almost.

“Look what you did” Oz turned his body to the side and got up to sit on his ass on the couch- his erection evident in his suit. You got up as well, sipped some of your wine- god that was good, your heartbeat hasn’t slowed down since he grinded you on his cock but now all your nerves were overshadowed by blind confidence that only a woman as young and as beautiful as you could possess when you tossed your top and bra next to you and kissed him as hard as you could, before going down on your hands and knees before him.

“There she is.” he said, smiling-while you were preoccupied with freeing his penis from his pants, you started to pepper light kisses up and down his length, from his uncut head down towards his balls.

He groaned as he slipped off his suspenders and unbuttoned his shirt, giving you a tease of the hair on his chest. He grabbed hold of your hair from this position and you were thinking you were ready for another round by the way you pussy clenched when he did that- with his brows furrowed he guided you to his cock. Ok, so no kisses? Straight to business.

“Can’t even imagine how much I’ve been waiting for this.” as your lips covered the head of his shaft- you tried not to choke as he guided you up and down him. One of your hands went straight for his penis as well to help you- while the other was slowly tracing circles on your still sensitive clit.

“Just like that baby” he groaned and you could see him hold himself back-with one hand he was holding your head and with the other he touched your face- the cold metal of his rings and his gold bracelet as it touched your upper back sent shivers down your spine and you were sure you jumped a little when it came in contact with your hot skin. You tried to breathe as much as you could through your nose, your hand helping you take care of all of him. He unzipped his pants even more, giving you more access to him, his penis wasn’t that long but it was thick, god you wondered how good it must feel inside.

He pulled you off of him to give you room to breathe a little bit and he kissed you again before putting your head on his cock again, his groans and the sounds that your mouth on his shaft made were the only sound in the living room- whenever a moan would leave you, he groaned and pushed your head even deeper down him, almost making your nose touch the dark hair there. Up and down and then again, his cock was fully drenched in a mix of your saliva and his precum- you felt tears well up in your eyes.

He gave a quick inhale before he pulled you off of him and grabbed your body to straddle him once again.

“You’re so beautiful” he said before lifting your hips to touch the head of his penis, you kissed him as he grabbed your tits in his hands and you both moaned in each other’s mouth as you took him.

It did feel really good to have him inside you like this, his forehead had a sheer layer of sweat on it- his eyebrows were furrowed in pleasure.

“Oh, that’s good” he pulled you completely down him and it felt like he reached your belly in this position, Oz grabbed your feet and put them in a squat on either side of him before he helped you get a rhythm- you put your arms on either side of his head, palms touching the back of the couch.

Now, you were definitely sure the neighbors and everyone else in the building could hear you, especially because he started to bounce you up and down his cock like you were riding a horse and the horse was galloping too.

“You like that baby?” he asked you, grinning.

“Yes yes” Whenever his hands would bring you down him, your sensitive clit would touch him again and again- you couldn’t even imagine this being as good as it was.

He grabbed both of your ass cheeks from this position and moved you back and forth him-whenever he would bring you forward his dick would brush up against your g-spot, were you really gonna cum again?

“Fuck-I’m gonna cum” he muttered in your mouth, before his movements lost their rhythm and he pulled his cock just in time to spill himself all over the lower part your back.

You both stayed there for a few moments, breathing like you just ran a marathon.

He cleaned you up with a towel shortly after.

While inside the shower, with the warm water running down your back, realization finally dawned on you- you just made love to the man who you were having wet dreams about since your dad hired him as your driver.

You were butt ass naked riding this man in his living room, while his own driver had to be back with the food, it’s been about 30 minutes, where could this kid have gone to?

After you were done with the shower, you patted yourself dry a little bit and went inside the bedroom, Oz giving you a light smack on your butt as you walked past him to get dressed in the pjs you got for yourself to wear tonight. When you heard the shower starting, you left to get yourself a bottle of water from the fridge and went back to the bedroom to check your phone.

Sofia hasn’t texted you, obviously-she’s too busy with her great plans of taking over the family as the reigning matriarch-

Whatever, stop thinking about her.

After Oz’s driver, Victor, you think, came back- you guys ate some pizza and went to bed. Conversion over dinner was short, just a few “it’s good no?” and “Gosh the weather is starting to be very cold” from Oz and you and Victor being a mute. Surprisingly his driver slept in Oz’s apartment too- on the couch, on which you fucked his boss, yikes.

Oz’s sheets were satin -of course they were, and as he climbed in bed next to you and pulled you closer to him, he said something about your sister coming over tomorrow that you guys had to get your rest- right after saying your ‘good night’- you fell asleep.

Authors note: This smut scene is only the start, idk if you picked up but I still tried to make Oz seem as if he was in a power trip, the hair pulling his smooth talking etc etc. He does love her, dont worry. Anyways thank uuuu for reading, I tried to make it good :))))).

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Alright as most of you voted yes, here’s part 2 to ‘Wanna Kiss The Teacher’. Also I want to do some fics for kinktober, so feel free to send ideas for kinks and for which character! Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: Sorry about being behind on my Melissa and Chessy fics lately. I did come out with an Agatha and Misty fic recently so if interested then you can check them out. I’ll be updating my masterlist today with an improved look as well as I finally found the time.

Wanna Kiss The Teacher - Part 2

Warnings: smut, exam anxiety (we’ve all been there)

Words: 2.18k

It’s been a little over a month since you and Melissa started going out. Everytime she comes into the classroom for your class, she smiles at you and you smile at her. You have to admit that you’re happy you took the chance with her and you wouldn’t change it. She’s thriving in your class and from what she’s told you, she’s doing amazing in her other classes as well. But with exams coming up in a week, you see Melissa less and less, and every time you do see her, she’s incredibly stressed out.

“Melissa, calm down.” You tell her as she’s on the verge of a panic attack as you’re helping her study for an exam from another class of hers. “You know the answers ok. Listen to me.” You tell her and grab both her wrists and that gets her to look at you. “You’re amazing in all of your classes, you know all the answers. You need to calm down or that will cloud your brain and you won’t be able to think of the answers. I know it’s scary, I was exactly where you were about 10 years ago, but you got this.” You tell her and then kiss her forehead. She lays her head on your chest and you wrap your arms around her.

“Thank you.” She says softly and you hum.

“It’s not a problem, sweetheart.” You tell her and then Max comes running in and demands attention from Melissa, which she does give him, every time he asks. “I’ll go feed him while you take a small rest, ok? Just take a breather and we’ll continue when I get back alright?” You tell her and she nods.

You go and feed Max and then you heat up some leftovers you have in the fridge, as it’s dinner time and you doubt Melissa will remember to eat anything.

“Ok Melissa, I have fo-” you begin to say but then you see her asleep on the couch. You did notice the bags under her eyes getting worse but you didn’t say anything. You go back into the kitchen and leave her leftovers in the microwave and then you eat your leftovers in the kitchen so you don’t wake her. You go and check on her when you’re done and see that she’s still asleep and you gently place a blanket over her and then you go and do the dishes. When you’re done with the dishes you go back out and decide to start marking some assignments. An hour later is when she begins to stir.

“Hey sleepyhead.” You say and she opens her eyes and looks at you.

“What?” She asks, confused as to what’s happening.

“You slept for a couple hours, and you definitely needed it. I’ll go get you some food.” You tell her as she wakes up. You come back out after heating up her leftovers and see her more awake and preparing to start studying again.

“Why did you let me sleep? Why didn’t you wake me?” She questions you.

“Because you needed it, Melissa. Do you think I didn’t notice the bags under your eyes get worse and worse? You needed sleep, which is why I let you sleep, and you also need to eat, so here’s some food.” You tell her and hand her a plate of food.

“Thank you.” She says as she accepts the plate. You sit down beside her as she eats her food and you continue grading assignments. “What did I get?” She asks you and you smile.

“What makes you think these are from your class?” You ask without looking up from grading.

“I can see Lana’s name right there.” She says and points to the name and you chuckle. You put the grade at the top of the sheet and then move to the next one.

“I guess I’m about to do yours.” You tell her and she leans her head on your shoulder when she finishes eating. You take a few minutes to read her assignment carefully before starting the grading. “Alright, your wording is very good as usual, gets a little confusing here.” You tell her and point to a spot on the paper. “I would word it a bit differently but it’s still good. Just a few mistakes but that’s normal.” You tell her as she nods along. “And you make excellent points with evidence to back it up. I’m gonna give it 91%.” You tell her and she smiles and kisses your cheek.

“What’s my overall mark in the class so far?” She suddenly asks. You get your paper out with everyone’s marks and you look for her name.

“Let’s see, 88%.” You tell her and she smiles, you kiss her forehead when you feel her let out a breath. “Feeling better?” You ask her and lifts her head up from your shoulder.

“No. Like I know that I know the answers, but I’m just afraid I’ll mess it up somehow or run a blank when I get to the exam.” She says and you lift her chin up to get her to look at you.

“It’s just another test, I didn’t see you running a blank on those.” You tell her and she pouts.

“It’s not just a test though, well it is, but it counts towards the final mark a lot more.” She says frantically and you kiss her lips to calm her down.

“You shouldn’t get yourself worked up, it’s important to stay calm. If you don’t then that’s when mistakes happen.” You say and she nods. You start to go back to grading the assignments when she grabs your pen, puts it on the table and straddles your lap. “Whatcha doing, sweetheart?” You ask her as you lean backwards a bit.

“Well I know a way that’ll help me destress.” She says and you smile as she kisses you. She starts trailing down your neck and you move your neck to give her more access automatically. “I want to ride your fingers.” She says in your ear and you nod. You kiss her again and then feel her move a bit on your leg and then feel her start moving on your thigh, essentially thigh humping you. You put your hands on her waist before moving them up to take off her shirt and she lets you. You unclip her bra and fling it across the room, where it landed, you don’t know and you don’t care.

You put a nipple in your mouth and you see her throw her head back and gasp. She puts her hands in your hair to keep you there and you still feel her dry humping your thigh. You put one hand on her waist and the other on the free nipple and play with it before switching to put the other nipple now in your mouth. You undo the buttons on her jeans and pull down the zipper before slipping your hand in her underwear. You pull her a bit so her pussy is in between your legs so you can easily slip your fingers in her entrance. You move your hand from her waist to her back before slipping a finger in her entrance and she gasps when you do. You slip another finger in it and Melissa moves her hips again and starts riding your fingers, just like she asked for.

“You’re so beautiful Melissa, and I love when my fingers are in you.” You tell her and she wraps her arms around your neck and pulls her body closer to you when her orgasm starts building. You place your palm on her clit and her breathing quickens and deepens. You feel her walls starts to clench around your fingers and you know she’s close. “Come when you need my beautiful girl.” You tell her and then she comes with a gasp and you feel it drip on your hands. You slow down and remove your palm from her clit before removing your fingers from inside of her. She’s still clinging to you and has her head resting on your shoulder while she catches her breath. “Take your time sweetheart.” You tell her as you rub her back with the hand that was not in her. You lick your fingers when she lifts her head and pulls back to look at you.

“I love you.” She tells you and you freeze and look at her.

“Really?” You ask and she nods with a smile. “I love you too.” You say and stroke her cheek. She leans forward and kisses you immediately. She starts giggling softly as she’s kissing you and you pull back to look at her. “What’s so funny?” You ask her and you remove some hair from her face.

“A month ago you didn’t know if you should date a student, and now you’re in love with one.” She says with a smile and you scoff playfully at her.

“Well how could one resist your charm and beauty?” You tell her and she shrugs her shoulders.

“Well I don’t know about everyone else but you couldn’t resist.” She says slyly and you start tickling her stomach and she starts squirming and laughing on your lap.

You stop tickling her after a few seconds and she turns around in your lap and you wrap your arms around her waist. You can tell she’s now thinking about the exams again as she leans back onto you with a sigh.

“You got this. You’re gonna kill those exams.” You tell her and she looks at you with a smile.

*two weeks later*

Melissa is running down the hall of the dormitory and out the door. She’s running across the college quad and field and gets to your place in under 10 minutes. She starts knocking rapidly on your door and you run to answer it.

“Melissa, what’s- woah!” You say as she wraps you in a hug excitedly and then pulls back and gives you a letter.

“I passed all the exams! I just got the letter!” She says as you read all her marks. You pull her into a hug, happy for her, knowing she could do it.

“Congrats sweetheart! I knew you’d kill it! We should go out to celebrate!” You tell her and she smiles widely as she looks at her marks again.

“Seems like my highest mark is from your class.” She says and you chuckle.

“You also got the highest mark in the class.” You tell her and she blushes with a smile.

*30 years later*

You pull up to Abbott with some Italian food from one of Melissa’s favourite restaurants. You knew she’s been stressed this week with all the grading and work she’s been doing as it’s almost the end of the school year. You get out of the car, grab the food and walk in through the doors.

“Surprise!” You say as you walk into the break room and Melissa’s eyes widen and a smile is on her face. “Double surprise actually as I have food from your favourite place.” You say as you walk over to her table and place it in front of her.

“What’s the occasion?” She asks you as she stands up to look in the bag to see what you got her. She pulls out a couple containers.

“Well I know you’ve been doing a lot of work this week so I thought I’d surprise you.” You say as you move some hair out of her face and give her a kiss on the cheek, and everyone is looking at you guys with a smile.

“That’s really sweet of you.” Melissa tells you with a smile. “And to think that I was stuck with this boring ass salad.” She says and you giggle and then look at her salad.

“Heyyy!! I made that salad.” You complain and she laughs and winks at you. “Maybe I should make you more boring salads.” You say and cross your arms.

“So you agree that it’s boring then?” She asks with a quirked brow.

“I walked right into that.” You say as you both sit down with the food.

“I do appreciate the food and the salad.” She tells you and holds your hand.

“Even though it’s boring.” You ask and she laughs.

“Even though it’s boring.” She tells you and you both start eating, Melissa looking at you the entire time with a smile.

“You know you’re still my favourite student.” You tell her and she giggles.

“Well I would hope so, since you married me.” She tells you.

“Melissa was your student?” Janine asks you and you turn to look at her.

“Yep, her first class of her first year of college, it’s how we met.” You tell her. “And you didn’t get with me to improve your grades, as you got the highest mark in my class.” You say with a fond smile.

“I thought you were hot, what else is there to say?” She tells you and you burst out laughing.

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lullaby.

| T.S

Warnings: no talking from R, a very light nightmare, and panicked/fast heartrate

Summary: Taylor was doing her work in the middle of the night while you slept, until you had suddenly received a nightmare, leading to Taylor to help you fall asleep.

Word Count: 1k

Category: Fluff

A/N: you guys...I hit 500 followers and I'm BEYOND in disbelief. I'm so so happy I wanna squeeze each and every one of you in a hug!! I loooove you all sm - I'm thinking of doing a special for it, although I would have to push myself a little and get my motivation back up. who knows, I'm hoping to maybe do a comfort week where I post comforting fics each day in a week for the times that anyone needs them :]

| Started on 28/06/2024, 2:26 AM |

| Finished on 28/06/2024, 8:30 PM |

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“My, my, your gentle voice, oh, to be softly soothed with as I fall asleep.”

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You were asleep, laying on the bed with your breathing deep and soft. It was quiet, a peaceful atmosphere as the cats, too, were sleeping.

Taylor was still awake. But it wasn't without reasons, as she had emails and work to do before tomorrow arrives, and also a melody stuck in her head too.

She had told you to sleep before her earlier, just because she knows you've had a long, exhausting day as she did. Even though you tried to stay up to accompany her, it was obvious you weren't able to keep your eyes open, so, a few minutes of cuddling had you sleeping within seconds.

The laptop screen made her squint through the dimly lit room, reading the words of a document, or her notes she had to check for anything she's forgotten.

A yawn escapes her mouth, and as her fingers made the keyboard keys clack with her typing, she felt herself getting sleepy.

Her eyes travel to the clock. It was 2 am. The night was still young, really, for any nights she's ever wanted to stay up for. But she wouldn't deny some sleep for now, especially with you already in slumber.

Deciding she needed at least a break, she makes sure everything is saved and mostly done on her laptop before looking to the side to grab her phone.

The screen was unlocked after seeing a picture of you and her, with Meredith, Olivia, and Benjamin at the bottom. A smile raises upon her lips, her eyes going to your, thankfully, still sleeping figure.

She closes her laptop and set it aside before scooting closer to you slightly, then returning to her phone. The screen shows instagram loading up, and she uses her index finger to scroll, seeing posts and stories of her friends and other celebrities.

The gentle hum of her voice quietly sounds out, a smile still on her face, which raised up further at the sight of one of your posts; a photo of your hand, intertwined with hers, but a small cat paw joined in, atop the back of your hands.

She remembered when that happened. It was when you were sitting on the living room couch together, watching a movie. Taylor had reached your hand up to leave a soft kiss, and was about to settle it back down comfortably, when Benjamin's fluffy paw had come out of nowhere to touch your intertwined hands.

She scrolls a bit more, seeing Gracie's video of the fire in her kitchen. Again, Benjamin had come into the scene, but he was confuzzled with what he walked into. Taylor didn't even notice he was there when the situation was happening-- especially not when she was cursing at a fire extinguisher hoping her house wasn't going to burn down while Gracie was mindlessly holding up her phone.

She went to type a comment to the video, her thumbs hovering over the digital keyboard, but just as she did, she saw the smallest movement of your stirring in the corner of her vision.

Taylor senses the chance of your awakening, and her eyes lock onto your face with concern. But then, you had jolted out of your sleep with a sharp breath, your eyes snapping open.

Even with her surprise, she catches herself to gently wrap her arm around you, careful not to scare you further as she pulls you closer.

You look around panickly before you felt her hand moving in a soothing rhythm at your back. You find her blue eyes in the darkness, and she could see the vulnerability gleaming in yours.

Her face softens, and her hand moves up so she could gently make you lean against her forehead. "Shhh, it's alright." She whispers, letting go of her phone to wrap both her arms around you, making sure her phone was beside her instead of in between the both of you, just in case she accidentally moves atop it.

With a slow, gentle breath you let out, you snuggle close to her, your nose brushing against her neck, tickling the skin ever so slightly.

Although she was concerned, she could see it in your form; you were calm on the outside, but your rapid heart told otherwise. It was clear. You had a small nightmare, but thankfully not one enough to terrify all your being.

Taylor looks down, tilting her head to take a little peek at you. The tiredness and sleepiness was still in your eyes, the yawn that escapes your mouth told it further.

She smiles softly, turning to lay a soft kiss against the side of your head. Her hand was kept on your back, moving in a soothing motion still.

Minutes passed by, the white noise of the fan and A/C sounding through the room, and her own yawn coming from her mouth.

With a check on you again, she saw your eyes half open, but also not fully closed. The movement of your hand fiddling on her necklace also was a clear sign. You were having difficulty falling back asleep, and she knew you needed a small push.

With a gentle deep intake of breath that she releases slowly, she closes her eyes, leaning into you. A soft hum starts to quietly sound from her, a familiar melody that had your bleary eyes traveling up to her.

"I spy with my little tired eye, tiny as a firefly..."

"A pebble that we picked up..."

"Last july..."

All that filled the space now was her whispered words, starting to lull you to sleep. Her hands lovingly run through your hair, in hopes that it will calm you. With the melting relaxation of your body, it indeed did.

"Down deep inside your pocket,"

She smiles softly, looking at you once more with a warm smile, even while she too, was sleepy, it almost made it even sweeter.

"...We almost forgot it..."

"Does it ever miss wicklow...sometimes?"

Your eyes had grown heavier, and she watches as they finally close. Your breaths dissolve into a steadier, slower rhythm, and her humming matches with the timing.

"Mm, mm..." She hums softly, continuing on with her lullaby, until she too starts to fall asleep herself, joining you in slumber.

They said the end is coming...

Everyone's up to something...

I find myself runnin' home to your...sweet nothings...

Outside, they're push and shoving...

You're in the kitchen, humming...

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing.

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hiiii, can we get some headcannons on the ateez members (and/or svt👁️) on how they do aftercare please!! congrats on 800🎉🎉🎉

Of course babe ☺️ I can sure try though I have no experience in this area 😂😘 warnings: suggestive after the cut obviously 😆 but this is going to be nothing explicit because no full smut hehe this is just a mess of thoughts omg sorry in advance

Ateez + Aftercare

Hongjoong

♡ “That was amazing. You did great, my love.” Now that you’re a blushing mess, get ready to get pulled into his chest for an embrace

♡ You can hear his heartbeat, feel his exhale of comfort as he holds you close, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Let’s get in the shower before we get too comfortable, yeah?” Chuckles at the feeling of your nod against him contrasting with the way you snuggle in, teasingly pulling you up with him.

♡ Just...grins at you giddily as you step in together, almost frozen for a moment as he takes you in, eyes trailing up and down before he kisses you

♡ Almost reverent in his care as his hands brush your skin and he asks if anything he's doing hurts, so careful and yet he can't help the teasing giggles that escape him at the question, his head falling against your shoulder

♡ He has the softest clothes all ready for you, just say the word

♡ Will not go a single night like this without telling you that you're his and he's grateful for that forever (call him yours right back and he melts)

Seonghwa

♡ Oh it is bath time for sure

♡ We all know this man likes to keep clean but also??? Taking a bath together like that is so romantic to him omg. Candles and extra scents for the water are a must. Flower petals optional depending on how much prior planning time Seonghwa had

♡ Carries you bridal style to the tub every time

♡ Once you’ve sunk into the warm water, he also gives you a massage in case you’re sore anywhere, pressing light kisses to your cheek and neck as his hands work gently

♡ Just like during…er, before 🫣🤭…Seonghwa checks up on you a lot, his voice in your ear softly asking if you feel ok, if you want anything

♡ Because honestly? At this point he’d probably lasso down the moon for you 🤷🏻‍♀️ but even if you say you’re good, he’s so caring he’ll probably try to feed you anyway, like “but we should probably eat something, it’ll be good for our strength you know”. Just makes him happy to see you go along with it, so he cheers for you eating well 👏🏻

Yunho

♡ Step one: grabbing you and pressing tons of kisses to your face the moment y’all are done

♡ Step two: he’s flexible, so Yunho straight-up asks what you want and need, like if you want to stay there, shower, etc. He’ll do whatever you wanna do :)

♡ A shower fan though tbh. Because then he can stand behind you as the water warms, holding you close with his arms around your waist and swaying lightly

♡ Full shower too! You’ll get the whole spa experience while he’s feeling so clingy too, like his hands so perfectly lathering your hair and massaging your scalp before moving down to body wash, going soft and slow like you’re royalty

♡ Lays you back down before going to get you water and any snacks you request too!!! The mix of tenderness and almost wicked pride in his look as he drapes your body back onto the bed is enough to have you blushing

♡ When you sit up, habit has you pulling the sheets up around you, but Yunho chuckles and slides them back down. “There’s no need to feel like hiding anymore, remember?” His words have you blushing again, like how does he balance the sweet and cocky like that it’s truly a mystery

Yeosang

♡ "Here, let's get you cleaned off." *opens nightstand drawer and inexplicably produces a washcloth*

♡ Heart eyes melt into laughter when you in your amusement tease him, asking him what else is in there as he so gently gets you sorted out

♡ Soon you’re both laying side by side just lazily chatting and laughing, both of your heads turned upon the pillows to look each other in the eyes and Yeosang’s hand joined with yours between you two

♡ “So, uh, I don’t think we’ll fall asleep soon…wanna watch some cartoons for a bit?”

♡ You guys cuddle and watch something cute and fluffy 🥹 but Yeosang’s such a tease even during that he’s like “wow, crazy to think in a moment like this what we were just doing huh 😏”

♡ But all in all he stays soft, hand creeping back to yours and eyes barely leaving you even with the show on. When your lashes start to flutter sleepily, he smiles and sings you a lullaby

San

♡ Sorry, you’re probably not leaving the bed with this one at least not if he gets his way

♡ San personifies the phrase ‘stuck like glue’ after a night like you guys just had, his body pressed as close as he can get as his hands gently caress your sides

♡ Such naturally melts into a massage, his hands digging in a little tighter to relieve any tension you might have left

♡ Every word that falls from his lips is praise, praise for your beauty, how you make him feel, endless ways to tell you he loves you

♡ If you really want to wash up, he’ll pout and whine only to totally give in like he was planning to all along. Another member of the bath squad though it's way more intimate and romantic so bath >>> shower in San's eyes

♡ If you go to the Choi San school of aftercare otherwise if you stay laying in bed, he’ll just tuck you in and cozy up, down to doze off together or stay up and chat for hours, listening with his head propped up on his hand and stars in his eyes.

Mingi

♡ Smirks until he rolls over and sees the loving eyes you’re giving him, then immediately falls into a blushing mess

♡ Tells you how beautiful you are again and again, probably punctuating each statement with a kiss to some part of your body

♡ Is not going to be in the mood to get up and shower or anything unless you realllly want to, otherwise prepare to be bedbound! He lowkey forgets to do any care right away because he's so wrapped up in just looking at you like you're the biggest jackpot he's ever won

♡ Then suddenly you see his eyes widen as he remembers all the stuff he got, like this really relaxing massage oil that’s supposed to make your muscles feel great after use and y’all got in some use. “Mingi, are you trying to go for round two?” “Maaaybeeee…” You smack his shoulder lightly at the teasing expression, shaking your head and giggling. “Ow! I was just kidding! 🥺”

♡ His other favorite thing to do is after that, grabbing you something fresh to throw on from the nearby dresser AKA one of his shirts. Always.

♡ Sorry, when you cozy back up Mingi WILL be big spoon. Fight him if you must, but you will likely lose 🤷🏻‍♀️

Wooyoung

♡ Did somebody say pillow talk??? Because I did

♡ Literally you guys could be as spent as anything and this man will still be a chatterbox after, his hand drawing circles on your arms or chest as he goes on about how he likes that new jacket of yours or if aliens exist or what color your walls should be if you guys bought a house together

♡ After a while he’s sort of like oh shit wait do you want to shower or anything??? And you’re just like yeah sure

♡ So he leads you by the hand into the shower, feeling the water with his hand first to make sure it’s exactly how you like it 🥺

♡ Incredibly touchy-feely in the shower, but this time very softly, turning you around as if twirling you in a dance and admiring you as he lathers you up super gently

♡ You want a snack later? MAKES YOU SOMETHING BY HAND. King behavior for sure

Jongho

♡ After such times, this is when Jongho really likes to hold you close. For him, such a bond as you've shared takes trust, love, and he’s honored you both feel ready to share all of each other like that

♡ Likes to just stay like that for some time, just breathing in the closeness as his hand runs up and down your back

♡ You whisper sweet nothings to each other, things Jongho doesn't usually speak, things maybe you don't say often as you could, as you lay on his chest. Feeling extra soft, he likes to close the little gap between you two, gently rubbing his nose against yours

♡ One of you ends up dropping some dumb joke you guys share and then you're giggling again, Jongho wrapping his arm all the way around you to keep you from falling off him

♡ "Let me know when you're ready to shower," he tells you after you guys calm down. "We have to shower?" You whine. "Of course we do. Proper hygiene." He presses a kiss to your lips. "Come on."

♡ The other one who physically carries you into the shower especially if you keep whining about it because nope, you're not getting away with it even if you are that cute. His words, not yours. Shakes his head at you with exasperation if you kick up a fuss, just sets you down with more giggles if you don't. Either way, though, he's so giving he starts showering both of you and you're like oh no you don't and that's how you end up pampering him back 🩷

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You and Jude had just come home from a date night. Your feet hurting from the heels that your wore all night, kicking them of, throwing them into the corner of your foyer. Jude was right behind you as you grabbed his hand leading him up to your shared bedroom. Your hands laced together as you stood in the middle of your bedroom. He pulled you back and swung you around making you face him.

His other hand reached for your face, his eyes piercing yours.

„Thank you for today, I really needed that with stressful training and everything“ he muttered

„of course baby always“ kissing his cheek and letting go of him to change into comfortable clothes. Searching in your wardrobe you didn’t find anything to wear, that’s a lie you had tons of things so wear, you just didn’t want to wear your own stuff.

„Judeee“ you dragged his name out looking at him with puppy eyes „can I please have something to wear from you“

He chuckled looking back at you and your pleading face. He couldn’t resist.

„Fine, sure baby take whatever you want“

You squealed as you jumped up in happiness running to his wardrobe. He loved seeing you happy, that’s all that counted, and if that meant he had to lend you his clothes, that you also looked fucking amazing in, then so be it. Win. Win. Situation.

As you both changed into his clothes you came out wearing his joggers and a Hoddie. He couldn’t help but smile in awe. God you looked so pretty and hot. Woah.

You both went into bed, deciding to just spend the rest of the night chilling in bed. Jude also had to go live, something about promoting BvB or something, you couldn’t remember. He sat across from you, so people wouldn’t see you. Your relationship wasn’t puplic yet, I mean people knew about Jude having a girlfriend, since he couldn’t stop talking about you, like in Interviews ranting about how you were his motivation and how he would dedicate all his goals to you, making cute story’s of you holding hands or even of tonight in the restaurant. But no one ever saw your face. And you both liked it that way.

So Jude sat across from you holding his phone op so the people on his live could see his face. Your head rested against the headboard scrolling through your phone and one in a while you lifted up your head checking on Jude when he was laughing.

Jude chuckled „How is your girlfriend“ he read a comment out loud. Your head immediately snapping up.

He looked up his eyes fixated on yours. You were looking at each other.

„Yes baby how are you“ he smiled waiting for an answer.

You didn’t really wanna speak so you just let your phone drop and put your thumbs up. he grinned at your response.

„I think she is doing good“ Jude said out loud answering the question his fan had asked.

His eyes had never left yours, but how could he stop starring at you. You were sitting there in his way to big Hoddie all cuddled up only there for him. After a longer moment he pulled his eyes away from yours scanning over the comments again.

„she got him whipped, god how he looks at her, he is so in love with her“ Jude chuckled as he read out loud smiling like an idiot.

„yes i defiantly am“ looking at you again

Your head perked up again as you smiled at him

„Okay guys Imma end this live good night“ he put his phone out as he jumped forward his head landing on your chest and the rest of his body on your legs.

„See Even my fans think that I love you“ he laughed. You stroked his hair as you let your phone drop onto the bedside table. You pulled yourself down so you could lay on your back. Jude adjusted himself. He was still laying on your chest his arms stroking yours side, your legs tangled together. You couldn’t be happier with the boy of your dreams in your arms.

„I love you too“ you mumbled.

[scenezfreak]

Hi again luv I hope your doing ok I'm sorry if I'm requesting to much but I had this thing going on in my head for DAYS and I was thinking if you could write a Jeff the killer x metal reader fem that writes songs and dose concert's but what if we sprinkled a little more smut into that like she acts all mean and mostly like flirty but then one night her boyfriend (Jeff) pins her down and fucks her so hard that the bed brakes like ahhhhhyfgy.I really hope you can do it but don't exhaust yourself and remember to eat,sleep,go outside and have fun we only have 1 life so live it at your best dear <333

A/N: Aww you’re so sweet, darling 🫶🏻 Thank you! And you’re not requesting a lot at all don’t worry, I appreciate your kind words and same goes to you! Take care of yourself <3

“You can take it”

Jeff the Killer x fem!metalhead!reader

Warnings: mean but also softie Jeff, bed breaking, degradation, reader crying (from pleasure), Jeff teasing reader

NOT PROOF READ, MINORS DNI.

You were setting up for your next concert, your band was testing and tuning their instruments. You were in the back, fixing one of the strings on your guitar.

Jeff wasn’t necessarily a part of your band but he traveled with you on tours because he couldn’t stand being away from you that long, even though he’d never admit it. “Am I that beautiful you have to stare, loser?” You glanced at him then back at your guitar. “Tch. Who said that?” He replied in a salty tone. “Hmm me.” This time you didn’t look at him. He scoffed and crossed his arms. You successfully tuned your guitar and let a sigh of relief out. You checked the time, “shit, I gotta get on stage. I’ll see you later.” You flipped him off as a joke and smiled at him before walking towards the stage. That damn smile of yours was going to get him in trouble.

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You had finished and walked backstage after saying your goodbyes to the crowd. You grabbed a rag and wiped off your sweat, your band members told you how great you did and you returned the thanks and complimented them too. Turning back around you nearly jump out of your skin. “AH FUCK- Jeff you whore!” You sigh, not expecting to see Jeff there. “I need to put a damn bell on you. When did you even get there?” You asked, taking a sip of water. “Did your loud music playing ruin your ears or smth? Not like I was trying to be quiet.” He rolled his eyes. You stick your tongue out at him playfully, but you didn’t expect him to kiss you and take your tongue into his mouth.

You gasped into the kiss and he pushed you against the table behind you. Your hands flew up to clutch his hoodie. His hands rested on your waist. He pulled back, your salive coated his lips. Good thing you already looked a mess before he kissed you because one of your band mates came around the corner and asked if you saw his drumsticks anywhere. You shook your head, unable to say anything. After he sighed and left you looked back at Jeff, “if you’re going to fuck me then get on with it, baby” the last word was filled with your teasing tone.

-

…You don’t remember what exactly happened, you only remember Jeff dragging you to the car and driving home then immediately dragging you to the bedroom. Now..you were stuck in doggy style with him pounding you from behind and his hand tangled in your hit while his other one slapped your ass. “Wanna act like such a brat, yeah?” He thrusted in deep. “Then I’ll fuckin’ treat ya like one.” He leaned forward, his pace was brutal. You let out a whine at his next words. “Only good girls get to cum, brat.” Your hole clenched around his hard cock. “Ooh~? You like that?” His tone returned to teasing.

He slapped your ass again, causing you to yelp. The hand that’s tangled in your hair pushes your head down so that your face is pressed against the mattress. Your back was impossibly arched and you gripped the sheets. “This’ll teach you to watch your tone around me, whore.” His voice only making your cunt throb more. You could hear the faint cracking of wood but paid no mind as you were too busy getting your pussy abused by your boyfriend. The sound of wet slapping, Jeff’s huffs and almost inaudible growls, your loud moans, and the headboard hitting the wall filled the room.

He almost didn’t catch it if not for his quick reaction skills, you whined and looked up when you felt the grip in your hair disappear and Jeff stop fucking you. You soon came to realize that Jeff caught the headboard in time right before it hit you. He shoved it off to the side and laughed before leaning down, “fuckin’ you so good the damn bed is falling apart.” He pushed for a second, “did anything hit you?” You shook your head, face heating up realizing the situation and him asking if you were okay. You shoved your own face back into the mattress and shook your hips back and forth to hint for him to continue.

He laughed and his hand found it’s way back into your hair again, this time pulling you back and turning your head so you’re facing him. “Such a damn whore, y’know that?” He didn’t give you time to answer before pounding into you again. You moaned into the kiss and tightened around him, causing him to groan. “Gonna cum” he whispered, he licked away tears that were spilling from your eyes at how good he was fucking you. He held back, moving his free hand in between your thighs to attack your clit, determined to get you to cum before he did. He didn’t think you could get any tighter, you threw your head back with a loud whimper of his name as you came.

He continued to rub your clit throughout your high then he leaned back up, placing both hands on your hips and resuming his pace. His cock twitched inside of you before he pulled out and rubbed his cock against your ass. You felt strings of his hot cum land on your back. He scooped it up on his fingers before leaning forward. “Open wide, darling.” You obeyed and he shoved his cum coated fingers into your mouth which you happily cleaned. He cleaned the rest up with a wipe from the bedside table. He moved you onto your back and got up and walked out of the room.

You sat up and rubbed your back, it was already sore. You glanced at the headboard on the floor and huffed out a laugh, he walked back in. “The fuck are you smiling about?” He handed you a water bottle and sat down next to you, his eyes grazing over your form to see if you were hurt anywhere. “Just thinking about how good you fucked me.” You hum and sip the water. You leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Right before you pulled away he grabbed you by the throat, “keep actin’ like a brat and I won’t fuck you so good next time.” Her tried to seem serious but ended up smirking and he leaned forward to capture your lips in another kiss.