carter's corner (22)

currently writing: wanted (reblogs and comments appreciated)

[iikatsukii]

my masterlist :)

bnha:

missing pieces (smau)

avatar:

the boy's a liar

his duties will not die

fearless

illicit love (series)

(1) (2) (3)

too late -> when the clock resets

betray, believe

3:15

the lost sully

boyfriend texts w lo'ak and neteyam <3

AOT:

uhhh... read this

profiles

Wanted:

0.) Background + Prologue

1.) Her protector

2.) Sibling talks

3.) Ackerman’s office

4.) After School

5.) Meet the boys

6.) Doin too much

7.) Folded

will be updated accordingly :)

[yannasuniverse]

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Olivia miles x Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: The team decides to go out for a group dinner and agreed on bringing +1 so you gf Olivia brings you with her only to give all her attention to some girl her friend brings making you jealous and Olivia makes it up to you

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: None!

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚: This is my first time writing for her so let me know if I start writing for her more

Another annoying laugh left her mouth causing you to roll your eyes and sink farther in your chair.

Olivia team decides to go out for a group dinner and agreed on bringing +1 so here you are sitting at the table being ignored by your own girlfriend some how.

Glancing at your girlfriend to see her big ass smile on her face as she laugh with the girl. Jealousy sat in your stomach as you watch the girl touch your girlfriend arm like she was hers bitch think again.

Getting up from your seat to head to the bathroom not wanting to watch it any longer.

“Baby where you going?” Olivia ask finally putting her attention on to you but you just ignore her and continue to make your way to the bathroom.

Opening the bathroom door, walking over to the sink staring at yourself for a bit realizing how stupid you must look.

A sigh left your mouth as you start to fix your makeup in the mirror hoping Olivia would come and check on you but she didn’t making you even more mad.

Leaving the bathroom making your way back to the table to see it empty apart from Olivia standing with two to go boxes in her hand obliviously waiting for you.

“You was gone for a while, what was you doing in there” She joked but you didn’t laugh “Can we go home now?” You ask coldly avoiding her eyes

“What’s wrong?” She ask confused at why she getting the cold shoulder.

The car ride home was quite and tense. You mad at her and her confused on why.

“Can you just talk to me?” Olivia grab you making you face her pushing you against a wall a bit. There was definitely a pool in between your legs right now.

“How about you go talk to your new little girlfriend” You snap at her, “Bro what are you talking about?” You kiss you teeth “You know what I’m talking about bro”.

Her face light up the confusion now gone “Baby it’s not like that-” “Like hell it’s not you literally sat their flirting with her the whole dinner and you just ignored me like I’m just some side piece!” By the end of your ramble she felt nothing but guilt

“And I had to sit there looking like a idiot watching the whole thing like she was your fucking girlfriend when-”

“Baby im sorry, i didn’t mean to make you feel that way I promise how can I make it up to you?” She ask her voice filled with guilt as she pulled you into a hug.

“You know…” You said quietly your face buried in her shoulder. Olivia pull back from you a smirk on her face “Jump up for me princess”

Doing as she says, her hands grip your ass a bit, she carried you to y’all’s shared bedroom your giggle’s following y’all.

©𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

[prettygirl-gabi]

Current & Forever

Pairing: Olivia Miles x Reader

Fandom: Women’s College Basketball (Notre Dame/TCU)

Summary: current girlfriend… try again…

A/N: final got an Olivia post for yall

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This house smells like every good memory I’ve ever had.

Cedarwood walls soaked with old lake water and lemon cleaner. Salt from air-dried swimsuits. Peeling screen doors that squeak like they’ve missed me.

The house my granddad built when I was a baby, back when my only job was eating applesauce and babbling nonsense on the dock while he grilled catfish and sang Luther Vandross like he meant it.

Now I’m grown. And my girlfriend—my beautiful, stubborn, “I transferred to TCU because I needed a fresh start and now I sleep like a baby at night” girlfriend—is sitting on the porch swing, wearing my old high school hoodie and peeling a mango with a paring knife like it’s a sport.

“Babe,” I call through the open screen door, balancing three bags of groceries on one arm and holding my phone in the other, “can you come help me with this haul?”

She grins and pops a mango slice in her mouth. “You just want me to look cute for your little TikTok haul, huh?”

“You do look cute,” I say, kicking the door closed behind me. “But also yes.”

Ten minutes later, we’re both in the kitchen. Sunlight spills through the back windows and glints off the quartz countertop Grandad installed with his own hands.

Olivia’s barefoot, hair tied in a messy puff, cutting strawberries while I set up my phone against a makeshift tripod made of cereal boxes.

I hit record.

“Hey guys,” I say with a soft grin. “So I’m at my childhood vacation house for the week and I’m here with Olivia, my current girlfriend—”

Olivia freezes.

She blinks.

Strawberry juice drips from the knife to the cutting board.

“Current?” she echoes, eyebrows lifting in slow motion like she didn’t just hear me say the wildest thing ever.

I keep going, because chaos is my love language. “And today we’re gonna do a lil grocery haul for y’all—”

“Current?” Olivia repeats, putting the knife down like it personally offended her. “What the fuck you mean current? No, no—cut the cameras. Cut this shit right now.”

I laugh. A full belly-laugh.

She doesn’t.

She marches over, hands slick from fruit juice, and cups my face with both palms. “Y/N. You looking at me?”

“Yes, Liv.”

“No, no, look at me.” She tilts my chin like I’m a kid who just got caught sneaking cookies before dinner. “You mean to tell me—after three years, after I flew you to South Bend for your birthday senior year, after we spent two months talking every night while I was thinking about transferring—you calling me your current girlfriend like I’m just filling in a slot until you rotate again?”

“Liv—”

“No. Uh-uh. Imma crash out on this camera, don’t play with me. I’m not your current girlfriend. I’ve been your only girlfriend. We started dating during March Madness three years ago and you’ve been mine ever since.”

I lean forward and kiss her.

Right on the mouth. Sticky strawberry hands and all.

Just a soft press, slow, right in the middle of her flustered rant.

Then I pull back, smirking. “Anyway, like I was saying before Olivia had a full crisis—”

She groans.

“—I’m here with my current girlfriend, Olivia Miles, and we’re gonna do a lil haul. Starting with… mini cornbread muffins, because someone decided she’s a Southern belle now that she transferred to TCU.”

Olivia shakes her head and backs out of the frame. “Cut the cameras, deadass. Ma, turn this shit off.”

I laugh and end the video, tossing the phone onto the counter. “It’s going in drafts. Relax.”

She doesn’t.

Not fully.

We finish unpacking the groceries in silence. Not the angry kind, more like the fragile kind where someone’s low-key spiraling and doesn’t want to say it out loud.

She keeps glancing at me. Like she’s trying to read something in my face that I didn’t write.

I step behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder. “Baby,” I murmur, “I love you.”

“You sure?” she whispers.

“Positive.”

“‘Cause ‘current girlfriend’ kinda sounded like you had a future breakup already drafted in your Notes app.”

“Okay, first of all,” I chuckle into her neck, “if I ever wrote a breakup note, it’d be handwritten with tear stains and probably a pressed flower.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better.”

“I know.” I kiss her shoulder blade, slow and reassuring. “But you don’t have to worry. I’m not going anywhere, Liv.”

Her fingers play with mine where they’re linked at her stomach. “You promise?”

“With everything in me.”

She turns to face me, eyes soft and searching. “Then baby me for the rest of the day. I’m serious. I’m fragile. I almost googled ‘what to do when your soulmate calls you her current girlfriend.’”

I laugh so hard I nearly choke on my own breath. “You’re so dramatic.”

“And you’re evil,” she shoots back, smiling now. “But I still want the princess treatment. I want snacks. I want forehead kisses. I want you to call me your forever girlfriend in five different languages.”

“Deal,” I say, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the porch. “But first, mango and cuddles on the swing.”

Dinner is grilled shrimp tacos and a salad Olivia barely touches because she’s too busy making heart eyes at me across the table.

The cicadas buzz outside like a lullaby, and the old jazz playlist I found on my granddad’s iPod plays low in the background.

My phone’s sitting nearby, propped against a napkin holder. Not recording—just chilling.

Or so Olivia thinks.

Because I hit record five minutes ago. Just for us. Just in case.

She reaches across the table, wiping a spot of avocado off my cheek with her thumb. “You know,” she says softly, “I still think about the first time we kissed.

That night after Notre Dame lost and you found me crying in the locker room. You didn’t say anything. You just pulled me close and let me sob into your hoodie.”

“I remember.”

“You kissed my forehead,” she continues, eyes glassy now. “And you said, ‘No matter what happens next season, I’m proud of you.’”

I nod, feeling that old ache in my chest. The one reserved for people who own pieces of you you didn’t even know were missing.

“Well,” Olivia says, clearing her throat and meeting my eyes, “you’ve been my only girlfriend since that moment. So next time you wanna play TikTok clownery, just know—I’m not with it.”

She glances at the phone, realizing it’s been on this whole time.

And instead of panicking, she leans in and kisses me. Slow. With intention.

Then looks at the camera, back at me, and says, “You’re my forever girlfriend. So don’t do nothing like that no more, baby.”

I grin, cheeks flushed. “Yes, ma’am.”

The next day, I edit the video.

It’s got everything: Olivia ranting, me giggling, strawberry juice on her hands, kisses, eye rolls, mangoes, porch swings, soft music, real love.

I stare at it for a full five minutes before hitting “Post.”

Caption: when your forever girlfriend doesn’t play about her title.

Comments flood in before I even lock my phone.

@/ballislife: Nah she said “cut the cameras DEADASS” and meant it.

@/hoopsgirlfriend: current girlfriend is crazy. she lucky Olivia didn’t pack her bags.

@/livsmiles: she scared for her life now lmao

I turn to Olivia, who’s watching reruns of Living Single on the couch, and curl into her side. She wraps her arm around me like she knew I was coming.

“You see the TikTok yet?” I ask.

She pulls out her phone, sees the notification, and gasps. “Y/N! You posted it?”

“You looked so pretty being mad. I couldn’t help it.”

She groans but can’t stop smiling. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Forever, right?”

She kisses me again. “Forever, baby.”

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                 -Thank You For Reading!💚💙

                             -prettygirl-gabi✨️💗

[saltnsugarbear]

there is something tickling at my brain about hooking up with Lip after the results of his appeal.

his appeal being the one to get his expulsion expunged and go back to school. the one that he felt really good about and thought would work out for him.

its arguably his lowest and I should probably not be into that but there is something worming around about him trying to drown his sorrows, forget the pain, think about anything else and doing so by fucking you. finding some sort of small comfort in the warmth of your skin.

and you really shouldn't indulge him. you should be offering solutions, telling him it'll all work out somehow, that this is just a speed bump. something comforting like that.

but it's really hard when he's got you crowded against your front door, weaseling his way in by saying he needed a place to stay and yours was closest.

it's worse when he kisses you so softly, a contrast to the harsh grip he has on your hips. whispering about how he missed you and why weren't you at the alibi when he knew you didn't work tonight.

he's already half hard in his jeans, pressing himself against you like he wants to meld with you. he kisses you to try and distract you from the rock if his hips. slow motions, could be mistaken for lazy if they weren't so,,,, precise.

lip doesnt let you get a word in, biting softly at your lower lip. making sweet promises about how he just wants a taste, just this once. it doesn't have to mean anything he just needs some comfort.

he makes you think this is about you first. leads you into a false sense of security, he only wants to eat you out so soft and so slow. only wants to tease you with a few soft thrusts of his fingers. maybe he'll even fuck you real sweet with his cock, clear your mind with every slow roll of his hips.

but once you come? it's no longer about you. and it never really was.

it's obvious in the jerk of his hips, pushing himself off you to watch where he disappears into you. his hands are rough and grabby, tugging your hips against him. there's a soft sheen to his skin, the only sign of any exertion, chest rising and falling as he pants softly.

put me in a toxic situationship with him now‼️ it will make the situation he's in worse i dont care‼️‼️ let me at him‼️

[j4ckr4bbits]

lip gallagher x fem!reader.

18+ MDNI | cw: singular mention of drug use (adderall), somewhat toxic / manipulative behaviour from lip

specifically thinking abt lip gallagher as your (ex) situationship.

yes, you've told him to stop coming by your house. surprisingly, it seems like he listened... eventually. it's been a while since you were stirred awake at ungodly hours of the night by the intermittent clatter of him throwing rocks against your window.

yes, you've sworn to all your friends that you'll never let yourself be so disrespected by a man again. in fact, you've asked them to slap you if you ever start reminiscing about lip, or entertaining the idea of unblocking his number.

the last you'd heard of him, he'd been kicked out of college: you weren't sure why, but knowing lip, it was more disappointing rather than surprising. he was a terrible influence on you while you two were involved, to say the least. your friends rolled their eyes when they found out about his expulsion, congratulating you on "having dodged that bullet."

but fate seemed to be determined to put you in his path. despite your best efforts, nothing could've stopped you from bumping into him at a cafe, just a year later. his limbs have hardened from boyish pudge into muscles that bulge out from under his stained blue uniform. he's sweating in the summer heat and it drips in beads down the tanned column of his neck. his curls — those glorious golden curls you used to run your hands through and tug — are gone. annoyingly, he even looks good buzzed.

he says hi, you say hi back, only because you were raised to be polite. but you know that even getting through small talk with lip gallagher, the guy you let step all over you for an embarrassingly long time in exchange for (admittedly amazing) sex, is a test to your willpower.

"i work at the bike store just across the road," he remarks, casually pointing it out with his thumb before he turns back to you. he squints as he tries to recall anything about your life, your plans. "uh, how is— how was college? you just graduated, right?"

those baby blue eyes look you up and down, and you feel your brain turn to mush.

"you look nice," he says, in that soft, seemingly earnest tone of his. the one he knows always works on girls, especially when they're already looking at him like he's sculpted from marble. and that's precisely when you know all that hard work you put into cutting him out of your life was for nothing.

"we always thought he was kinda batshit," the voice of one of your friends reverberates in your head. you remember it clearly, how she waved around her cocktail glass as she comforted you. you'd called her up for a gossip sesh just after you had boldly declared you were finally through with lip for real. "and a total sleazebag. the dick couldn't have been that good, right?"

wrong. dead wrong. there isn't a single time that you've touched yourself in the past year that you didn't find yourself thinking about how much better it had felt with lip holding you down. the nostalgia was so strong that you'd been coming to the memory of his lips skating across your neck. no one else, no shitty college bar hookup, no mediocre hinge date, compared to him.

that's why you end up pressed up against the wall of the cafe's bathroom, skirt hitched up effortlessly around your waist as lip holds your thigh tight around his.

"fuck, remember when we played pill roulette from frank's collection and i ate you out from sunset to sunrise?" he mouths against your neck while fumbling with his belt. "must've been an addy or something—"

"lip." you whine as your eyes roll back. partly because it feels so good to grind on him, partly from irritation. god, you fantasise about that night often, but you need him to shut up and fuck you.

"shit, sorry. it's just— still think about it. a lot."

"missed you," he mumbles against your lips as he pushes his clothed cock against your panties. "ah, fuck," he curses under his breath. he's about to pull the oldest trick in the book, because he knows you're needy enough to fall for it.

"don't have a condom on me, that a problem?"

[saltnsugarbear]

I fear I'm thinking about talking to a friend about how you want to fuck Lip sooooo bad. like you want that man crazy style. you're maybe a little shy about it, but it's the truth and it's been plaguing you for days.

somehow someway this conversation gets back to him. and if he's being honest,,,, he wouldn't say no if you asked him yourself. he'd be a liar if he said he hadn't thought about it once or twice. usually just in passing whenever he went by Patsy's for something.

which i guess would be more than once or twice but it's not his fault the dress code is what it is and he might have timed a few glances just right when you leaned across the expo to grab plates.

and well,,,,, it's been a little bit since hes,,,, fucked someone. if hes being honest. so he's back to feeling like a perverted teen, stealing glances at your ass or chest.

in other words. he wouldnt say no if you asked him to hook up.

in fact he kind of wants you to. is almost hoping and even praying that you ask him to hook up.

you had meant it in passing. something just to be said because you didn't think he'd find out. it wasn't serious.

but now it's very serious.

because now, he's in front of you asking if you were serious about what you said.

and you're choking on an answer, trying to figure out if it was better to lie or tell the truth. it doesn't matter, because he's speaking again.

"cause I'll fuck you. what's your definition of crazy though?"

it takes you a second to find your voice. "I- umm- can we talk about this later? when im not on the clock?"

"you still get off at 9?" he asks like hes sure of it and it makes your skin prickle that he might have thought about you more than just a passing glance.

"yeah." you tell him, already coming up with a way to weasel out half an hour early. it's easier to beg someone to cover an extra half hour, you have found.

"be here at 8 then." he knocks his knuckles against the counter before he turns and leaves. and just like that your meager attempt of an escape plan breaks in front of your eyes. no one will come in an hour early. you don't even have to ask to know.

you spend the rest of your shift simultaneously trying not to think about it and thinking about it so much. you'd forget until you remember and then you think about it too much before getting distracted and forgetting again.

True to his word, Lip's back at Patsy's at 8:01. He takes up the spot closest to the kitchen, putting him right in view whenever you need to go to the back of house or come back to the front.

it's very annoying.

it makes the knot in your stomach worse and your tongue heavy, like you can't speak. you avoid meeting his gaze which is really hard because he's unabashedly staring at you.

it's all too soon that you're cashing out your last customer and punching out. you don't say anything when you walk to front of house, passing Lip and slightly hoping he wouldn't follow.

but you've always been God's least favorite child because of course there's the sound of Lip getting out of his seat and following a few steps behind you.

"you never answered me." you've at least crossed the street when he says this, a comfortable distance from Patsy's to have this conversation.

"I didn't think you'd find out." you admit.

"so you weren't serious?" he starts to slow down his pace.

"which option makes things not weird?"

"not weird?"

"like if you're not into me then no I wasn't serious. but if you want me to be serious then... yeah I was serious."

"good cause I was also being serious." he brings a hand to your lower back, urging you forward with him.

that somehow makes things worse. because now theres an expectation. you feel like you have to perform in a way that will make you more attractive, put on a show.

"you on somethin'?" he asks and it's such an odd question

"what?" turning to see lip pull out a pack of cigarettes.

"the pill, somethin' inside you? id prefer if I didnt have to wear a condom." he takes one out and brings it to his mouth. he's such a fucking asshole because you're looking at his lips and well.. it's not looking good for your resolve.

"how do I know you're clean?" you drag your eyes up to meet his gaze. you have to distract yourself from watching him actually light the damn thing. how is this working as foreplay for you?

"you really think I got something?" hes torn between thinking it's a joke and that you're being serious.

"invisible diseases or whatever. how do I know you don't have crabs or like siph or something?"

"why do you want to fuck me so bad if you think I have AIDs?" he takes the cigarette from his mouth and gestures at you.

"i didnt say I think you have AIDs!" you exclaim a little too loud, earning a few side glances from people you pass.

you quiet down as you reach the stairs up to the L platform. "I didn't mean it like that. I'm just,,,, trying to cover all my bases. I've never done this before."

"you're a virgin?" he's hoping this ones a joke.

"I've had sex before but that was like in high school. no one gave a shit about STDs then."

"what, do you want me to fuckin' pinky promise or something?" he brings his cigarette back to his lips, taking a short drag. you need to stall just a little longer. hold your resolve until a train comes up and you can end this conversation.

"if you pinky promise you're clean and that ends up being a lie, I'll kill you Gallagher." you tell him, tone very serious as you eye the wait times.

"i pinky promise I'm clean. I'll even let you kill me cause I'll be fucked either way." he raises the hand not holding his cigarette, offering his pinky to you.

and now you have to think about the weight of this pinky promise. this is the exact opposite direction of not sleeping with him. the exact opposite of do not entertain this conversation further.

you bring your pinky up to his, watching as they link. it feels like a final nail in the coffin.

and of course a train finally fucking comes in. but he's giving you that stupid smirk that is as charming as it is mischievous.

and he is following you as you step onto the train, standing like he's trying to shield you from the rest of the car. maybe it's just his frame that makes it seem like that. it feels like you're brain is running wild now that it's allowed to want this. want him. to be into him because he is too.

"I'm on the pill. To answer you from before." you tell him quietly. his mouth quirks up when he meets your gaze and it makes your stomach dip.

"what about the one from before? your definition?" his brow quirks up a little and you have to look away from him.

"nothing like,,,, super intense. maybe like,,,, a little bit more intense then you're usual thing?" you bring your fingers up and leave a little gap between them.

"should there be a safeword or something?" he's half joking.

"i am not discussing a safeword with you on the L." you tell him in a harsh whisper.

"okay!" he brings a hand up like he's trying to placate you. calm you like you would a stray animal. and it's then you have to unscrunch your brow and relax your face.

"you're like a little gnat. absolutely incessant. it's annoying." you huff softly, meaning the words mostly for yourself.

"you don't mean that." suddenly he is much closer and his voice is much lower, making your stomach dip. the rocking of the car makes the distance smaller sometimes and your shoulder brushes against his chest.

"i do," you tell him softly, looking at the other passengers. you cant tell if your voices carry or if you're just on edge about the whole thing.

"if I'm so annoying, why are you turned on right now?" he's asks it so casually. like he's whispering a joke to you.

"shut the fuck up-!" you shove him, trying to give yourself a little more breathing room. more room to think, because it is impossible when you can smell the nicotine and bike oil on him.

he doesn't say anything, but theres a humor in his eyes that says enough. you don't look at him the rest of the ride.

-

"cute place." Lip says softly, taking in your living/dining room and kitchen. you try not to read into it.

you slip past him, turning into your kitchen to put your bag down. he follows after you, peeking at your room through the opening you left this morning.

he leans against your fridge as you turn to look at him. he feels out of place in your apartment, a weird collision in your mind.

"you come up with a safe word?"

"i hate you." he is ridiculous. lip thinks your words are funny, based on the way his smirk grows

"thats a bit of a long one but I mean-" he stops when he sees how hard you're glaring at him. "Okay. do you want to be less vague about your definition of crazy, then?"

"it's not that,,,, not in like a kinky way. I just meant. you always seem stressed when you come in and I said that I'd let you take it out on me. whoever used the term crazy is very dramatic." you avoid his gaze, fidgeting with your apartment keys.

"really?" lip asks softly, taking a step towards you. "you let me do whatever?"

one of his hands comes up to your elbow, thumb rubbing softly. your stomach dips, trying to ignore the way his head dips to look at your face.

"maybe,,," you whisper softly.

"need a yes from you, sweetheart." he tells you gently, hand moving up to your shoulder.

"yeah, yes." you get the words out as fast as possible, before you can regret them.

and its like he cant move quick enough. as soon as he hears the words he lurches forward, the hand on your shoulder moving up to cup your jaw as he kisses you.

it startles you, inhaling sharply. he takes that as an opportunity to kiss you harder, biting softly at your lower lip.

"you're gonna let me take out all my stress on you?" he moves to kiss your chin. "that could take a while."

"dont care. want you to use me 'til im stupid." you sigh, leaning into him.

"where's your room?" lip groans, tugging your hips against him.

-

you had a very different idea to how this was going to go.

one, maybe two rounds and that would be it.

lip proves you wrong. as he usually does.

"where y'goin?" he coos softly, making you whine back at him.

you're currently trying to wriggle out from under him, elevate some of the pressure. you dont get very far, hes still mostly on top of you and watching in amusement as you squirm.

"no more,, can't do another one," you whine, pushing at his shoulder.

"nooo, hey hey," he raises himself up on a forearm, bringing his other hand to your face. "you're doin' so good, you can do one more."

his words are sweet as he strokes a thumb over your cheekbone, brows slightly pinched together. "you can go a little longer, right?"

the sound that leaves your mouth is pathetic. thats the only word for it. his mouth quirks up in a small smile when you pout, bringing his thumb down to tug at it.

"don't gimme that. y'said till you're stupid, remember? can tell youre still thinkin' too much in there."

your own words are biting you in the ass. that is what you said. you both even made sure to establish a tell if it really did become too much.

"makin' y'feel good, right? you feel good?"

you nod, it feels like all you can do. the only thing you have energy for other than whining.

"just a little longer, 'kay? then I'll take care of ya." lip presses a quick kiss to your mouth, like hes trying to distract you from the way his hips start rocking again. maybe he is. you're not really sure.

"lip-" he cuts off your whining with another kiss.

"shhh, let me take care of you, yeah? Just a little longer, feelin' so good baby."

[j4ckr4bbits]

Ngl im so desperate for any lip or Carmy smut it feels like I’m dehydrated in the desert

omg hello JAW moot!!! lip or carmy? how about lip AND carmy... here is a glimpse into my mind's lipcarmyverse, i had so much fun writing this <3

18+ MDNI | cw: CHEATING, alcohol, mention of the berzattos' alcoholism, reader is implied to be catholic

this thing with lip has to be a secret. it's not just because your friends and parents would freak out if they knew you were with a south side guy, let alone a gallagher… it's also because you have a boyfriend.

carmen. carmy. even the nickname tastes sweet on your tongue. you met him at church, when the both of you volunteered for the sunday soup kitchen. he's from river north. he's sensitive and shy. he loves art and cooking. you call him bear and honeybee because he's totally sweet, and he's head over heels for you... but he won't do anything more than kissing, because he wants to take it slow.

"you're my first girlfriend," he'd admitted as a pretty blush spread across his cheeks. the two of you were lying on his bed, fully clothed, because to your complete surprise, he'd meant 'wanna come over? we can netflix and chill' in the literal sense.

"i— i don't wanna fuck it up. i know that sounds stupid, but… i think i just need a little more time?"

you respect it, you really do. you'd never pressure carmy into doing anything he's not ready for! but you're not a teen anymore, and a girl's got needs…

lip gallagher could not be more different to your angelic boyfriend. he only calls you when he wants to fuck. you only call him when you want to fuck. he's really good at it too, because he's very well known for being kind of a slut. there isn't a 20-something on the south side of chicago he hasn't at least made a move on. he's not exactly boyfriend material, but he's the only guy who's ever made you squirt, so you keep coming back.

it's probably fine morally, right? it's not like you're snuggling with lip afterwards. it's purely physical.

okay, maybe you have snuggled with him once or twice, but that's only because carmy's never the one you call after a night out.

carmy doesn't drink, apart from the sip of blessed wine he takes at communion, and even that sometimes has him acting weird. he swears he'll never touch the stuff. your boyfriend trusted you enough to tell you about his mom and his brother and how alcohol tore his family apart, and how he goes to Al Anon meetings at the church too, so the least you can do is call someone else to pick you up from the bar when you're too wasted to drive home.

it just so happens that the only other guy you know who would be willing to pick you up from a seedy bar in chicago in the dead of night is lip gallagher.

that's the line of reasoning you repeat in your head every time lip rolls up to the curb in his shitty car, a cigarette hanging from between his lips as he gets out to help you in. the two of you were being responsible! to his credit, lip never fucks you when you're drunk. he's not that much of a dickhead.

besides, whatever you have with lip would never lead you anywhere good. he'll never be loyal to you, and you'll never trust him. and carmy's so kind to you, and he whines into your mouth when you make out, and you're sure he'll make sweet sweet love to you when the stars finally align for him.

for now, it looks like you'll have to keep heading from the north side to the south side of chicago when lip calls.

[shhuuga]

carmy choking you bc im a whore respectable girl

[ carmy berzatto x brown/black!reader ]

carmy loves that you love his hands. they quickly became your favorite part on him because of how efficient he was with them. obviously, he worked with them. he cut and tweezed and did everything else with them in the kitchen. you loved watching him in his element, making you two food with extreme precision. but in the bedroom... it's an entirely different story.

he's obsessed with fingering you. he just loves it so much. the way he uses his left hand to hold you in place while his right moves in and out of you or rubs your clit while his cock splits you open keeps his mind busy all day. even jus cuddling usually turns into carmy, sliding his one of his hands down past your pants (if it wasn't there already) rubbing you softly. he so perverted with it, too, sliding his hand down to your knees and back up to the top of your thigh.

but his favorite guilty pleasure his choking you. sliding his free hand up to squeeze your neck while you're riding his soul out of him, his other hand rubbing your clit. same thing when he's drilling into you with one of your ankles being held up on his shoulder. reaching down to press slightly on both sides of your neck, cutting your airway just enough to make your smile turn dumb, mouth holding open.

his real favorite, though, is when you two are in doggy. that's when carmy just puts you in a full-blown headlock, tucking your neck deep into the crook of his elbow. he pulls you back, deepening your arch on accident and pushing the air out of you. you claw at his elbow, the ecstasy of his cock running through every vein in your entire body. you were trying so hard to scream, to talk, something. but the way carmy was fucking you like he had something to prove, compared with his tight hold on your neck, you were powerless to do anything but moan shamelessly into the smoky air of your bedroom.

carmy just loves making you feel good with his hands. no matter how.

[fairydustttx]

How Does it Feel?

Carmy Berzatto x reader

“How does it feel that it's me and you? Just us two?”

A/N: Just a lil something in honour of season 4 of The Bear !!

Warnings: Angst & Carmy being a dickhead (but what’s new?). I have some details mixed up but that’s on purpose to fit the narrative :)

Word count: 1595

Summary: You return to the Bear for its grand reopening, reigniting long-buried tension with Carmy after a painful falling out.

THE PAST

The Beef was always hot, frantic and unforgiving but Carmy Berzatto was even worse.

Everyone had been on edge for weeks. The grief, the mess, the broken pipes, the broken people, it was all too much. The kitchen was falling apart and so was he.

And this particular day, so were you.

You and Carmy had never put a label on it. There were too many other things burning for either of you to stop and define what you were.

But you knew what it felt like: quiet moments in the walk-in, fingertips brushing when handing off plates, the occasional crash at his place after a double where you'd fall asleep fully clothed, then wake up with his hand on your back like it had always belonged there.

It wasn’t dating. But it wasn’t not.

It wasn’t love. But it was close enough to hurt like hell when it started to fade.

The tension had been building for weeks — bitter undercurrents, comments half-said and always too late, everything you did scrutinized under the weight of his grief. And yours.

Today, it cracked.

"Where's the fucking veal?" Carmy snapped, voice like a whip.

"I told you it needed another two minutes—"

"You told me five things and none of them fucking matter because the veal isn't up," he spat.

You clenched your jaw. "It's two minutes, Carm. You won't survive that?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize we were on your clock now."

You turned, ladle still in your hand, your shoulders stiff. "Don't start with me."

"Start?" He laughed bitterly, shoving past Richie to get to the pass. "I've been starting every day cleaning up your half-assed prep and pretending like I don't notice you clock out the second you get the chance."

Your blood went cold. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me," he snapped. "You're checked out. You've been fucking gone since the second Mikey died. You show up, go through the motions, and act like we're all beneath you now."

Richie glanced over from expo. "Hey—cool it, both of you."

Neither of you listened.

Not anymore.

You laughed in disbelief. “That’s rich, coming from you. I’ve been here. Every night. Every service. Picking up after your explosions and putting out fires you light just to see who sticks around to burn.”

“Don’t act like you’re a martyr.”

“Don’t act like you’re the only one who lost him!” you shouted. “I loved him too! He was my friend—he was family—”

“He was my brother,” Carmy bit out, stepping closer now, eyes dark and unforgiving. “Mine. Not yours. And guess what? He’s not coming back. So if you wanna go cry in the alley and feel sorry for yourself, be my guest but don’t do it on my fucking line.”

You stopped breathing.

"You think I'm pathetic."

It wasn't a question.

And in his silence and that hollow, rage-blind stare was your answer.

You could see it in his face: he didn’t mean to say it like that. But he didn’t take it back either.

So you snapped.

The ladle in your hand hit the tile with a loud clang. You grabbed the edge of your apron and ripped it over your head, the knot catching, yanking your hair before it gave. You threw it down with so much force it nearly knocked over a pan.

Everyone froze.

"I broke my fucking back for this place," you seethed, chest heaving. "For you. When Mikey died, when you came back here a mess of skin and bones and nightmares, I stayed. I fought for you when you wouldn't fight for yourself."

Carmy didn’t move.

The tears came up hot and fast behind your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Not here. Not in front of Tina. Or Marcus. Or Sydney, who was watching you like she wasn’t sure if she should step in or not.

The shame wasn’t about the crying. It was about how small he had made you feel.

How loud you had to get just to be heard.

"And you think I'm less than because I can't stand here and die the way you want me to? You wanna drown? Go ahead. But don’t you fucking dare drag me under with you.”

He opened his mouth — maybe to stop you, maybe to say something that would make all of this rewind — but you were already walking.

“You wanna be alone?” you said over your shoulder, voice cracking. “Congratulations Carmen, now you are.”

You shoved the door open and didn’t look back.

No one followed.

And you didn’t cry until you were halfway home.

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THE PRESENT

The Beef, now ‘The Bear’ looked unrecognizable — polished, gleaming, and impossibly calm for a place that had once been the heart of every breakdown you’d ever lived through in real-time.

You stood just inside the front entrance, coat folded over your arm, taking it all in. It smelled like warm sourdough and lemon zest. Like ambition. Like grief turned into something functional.

“Hey,” came a voice from your left.

Richie.

Dressed like a groomsman, smile too wide, pride pouring off him like steam from the pass.

“You came,” he said pulling you in for a hug.

“Yeah,” you replied. “Can’t say no to you, I guess.”

“Damn right.” He nudged your arm. “Kitchen’s back there. Don’t freak, okay? Just thought you should see it. It’s his first night running it like this. Big deal.”

You gave him a look. “You didn’t tell him, did you?”

Richie’s mouth twitched. “He doesn’t know you’re coming. Thought it’d be better if he didn’t have time to… you know. Emotionally spiral.”

You sighed, but you didn’t leave. You were already here, after all — already in the heart of something you once thought you’d build with him. You had your own restaurant now, your own rhythm. You plated dishes that won awards. But you hadn’t stopped wondering what it might’ve looked like if you’d been able to stay.

And then you saw him.

Carmy stepped out from expo in that crisp white chef’s coat, sleeves rolled, hair damp at the temples. His eyes swept the room. And then they landed on you.

He stopped mid-step.

You didn’t move. Neither did he.

Claire emerged behind him, smiling about something someone had said. She placed a hand gently on his back but he didn’t react.

You nodded, just once, your throat tight. Just to say I’m here. I lived.

He turned sharply, disappearing back into the kitchen. Claire’s smile faded as her gaze followed him. Then followed his gaze. Then landed on you.

She started to wave. Then stopped.

You cleared your throat. “I’m just here to eat,” you said quietly. To who you weren’t sure but the room already felt like it had tilted sideways.

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You didn’t stay for dessert.

You slipped your coat back on in the quietest corner you could find, next to the hallway leading to the alley. It was cleaner now, stacked with fresh linens and humming with soft jazz from the dining room. And just as you reached for the door—

“Running again?”

You froze.

Carmy.

Leaning against the wall, arms crossed, apron loosened around his waist. Same voice, same edge, same ache just barely contained.

You turned slowly. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t want me gone the second you saw me.”

“I didn’t invite you.”

“I know. Richie did.”

His jaw flexed.

“Relax,” you said, voice tight. “Your perfect night is still intact.”

“That’s not what this is about.”

“Isn’t it?”

He stepped closer. “Why’d you come?”

You stared him down. “Why do you care?”

“Because you’re here,” he said, something raw in his voice. “And you looked at me like—like everything we had meant nothing.”

“You ended it like it meant nothing.”

The silence sharpened.

“I came,” you said, “because despite everything, I wanted to see the place. I’m proud of them. Of you, too. Part of me wanted to believe you built something that wouldn’t destroy you.”

“That’s not fair.”

“You want to talk about fair?”

He flinched.

“You think I don’t regret it?” he asked, quieter now. “What I said? What I did?”

“I don’t know what you regret, Carm. You never told me. You just shut down and left me there with nothing but your silence and my own self-doubt.”

“I was grieving.”

“I know you were. But so was I. And I still showed up for you, day after day, hoping you’d meet me halfway. You didn’t. You chose the kitchen. You chose the chaos. You didn’t choose me.”

His voice cracked. “I didn’t know how to hold on to you without hurting you.”

“Then you shouldn’t have held me at all.”

He didn’t speak.

“I wasn’t your girlfriend. I wasn’t just your sous. I was somewhere in the middle. Some blurry, unspoken thing that you could lean on until it was too real, and then you pulled away.”

You stepped back, just slightly. “I deserved better than a situationship built on scraps of attention and secondhand grief.”

He nodded slowly, eyes glassy.

“I’m sorry.”

You swallowed. “Too late.”

“I know.”

You lingered for just a second more. Looked at him like you might still recognize the version of him that once pulled you in like a current.

But all you saw now was the aftermath.

“I hope it works out with her,” you said.

His face twisted as you turned the handle.

And when you left he didn’t stop you.

He just let the door close quietly between you, the way he always did.

[ohcaptains]

learning in public

pairing. carmen ‘carmy’ berzatto x female! reader

an. well. what can i say. white boy of the month :/ porn without plot :/ an absolute thirst post of epic proportions :/ the bear is tv at it’s finest and while this is literally filth, i cradle the show like a baby bird and give it sweet kisses. i dont know if anyone is going to read, but if you do, pls comment and reblog if u liked<3 (@ohcapfics​ for my latest fic updates) 

synopsis. you didn’t think he’d enjoy it that much. didn’t think he’d want more, too. 

warnings. 18+ ONLY. you copy my shit, i’ll find out. female receiving oral and fingering, semi public sex, hair pulling, spit as lube and mentions of panic attacks. 

Keep reading

[chuulyssa]

being an x reader writer and trying to be inclusive of all readers makes me overthink so much like should i write about you having smth with milk in it? no no what if the reader is lactose-intolerant. about the reader being the big spoon? noo what if they wanna be cuddled like a little spoon. about fingers through your hair? noooo what if the person reading it is bald

[iikatsukii]

preach sista (gender neutral)!!

[thatboisus]

me logging onto tumblr after consuming a new piece of media

[bambieyedpoet]

papa's secret — ᨳଓ .dad! bakugou x reader

summary: your daughter has her dad bakugou all figured out! | just super fluffy and domestic.

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“papa, i know your secret!” announces your daughter to a very tired bakugou.

he tilts his head, trying to shake off the restlessness from patrol today.

“oh yeah, and what are my ‘secrets’ exactly princess?”

“you,” she says, booping his nose.

“have a crush on mama!” she finishes off, jumping up and down around him in excitement like she’s got her dad all figured out.

he stares at her for a second, then shakes his head and tries to fight the smile forming on his lips. he stabilises your daughter’s movements with his firm hands.

“you got me all figured out princess, you’re so smart,” he tells her, giving her all the positive affirmations so she grows confident like him.

“but don’t tell mama, okay?”

she gives him her pinky finger and nods seriously. bakugou instantly locks his pinky with hers, solidifying their pinky promise.

“i understand why you have a crush on her… even uncle deku broccoli hair blushes at mama!” states your daughter with the brightest smile, oblivious she’s triggered her father’s jealousy.

“broccoli hair? you’re just like your dad… giving everyone nicknames, and about this uncle deku blushing… how does he act around mama?”

“he just smiles and gasps every time she’s near…”

“right, right,” replies bakugou, playing around with your daughter while she hands him a toy tea cup to drink.

just then, you enter the room after your long relaxing shower. one look at you and bakugou has unintentionally fixed his posture and his hair.

your daughter comes closer to his ear, “papa, you’re being obvious, mama shouldn’t know…”

“what shouldn’t mama know?” you ask, offended at the fact that father and daughter are in on something.

“mama, you can’t tell anyone this, but papa has a crush on you!”

bakugou bursts out laughing and his contagious laugh makes you as well. you walk up to the two of them and their tea party, sitting on bakugou’s lap.

“thanks for telling me sweetheart, let’s hope papa never finds out i know!”

just then, your daughter giggles too and makes herself comfortable on your lap as well. bakugou hugs you two with both of his strong arms as you all enjoy every bit of this family bonding.

[kenforty]

⿻﹒Side piece.

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There is a faint mark on your back, fading traces that resemble tight grip of fingers.

It isn't rare for you to be littered in bites and bruises, Bakugou took pride in marking you up any way possible, but this wasn't his mark.

"So, you let your side piece mark you up too?" He huffed, arms crossed as he leaned against the door frame, grey sweats loose on his waist, cum-gutters peeking through the elastic, whore.

"Which one are you talking about?" You move around sluggishly, trying to find whatever mark he was taking about, twisting your torso in an awkward angle before giving up and going back to getting ready.

"So, multiple side pieces, un-fucking-believable!" He groaned, arm raising up to run a hand through his hairs, "at least tell me, I am your favourite." He pleaded, tilting his head, sighing dramatically.

You scowled, "You are like 4th on the list." The pair of pants you had chosen today, refused to co-operate, stuck at your thighs despite your constant struggles to pull them up.

"Huh?! 4th?!!" He exclaimed, in utter disbelief, watching you hop around, "You better tell what he is doing so I can up my rank." He walked over, yanking you close by your arm, before reaching for your waistband gently pulling your pants up, hands circling your waist to make sure it didn't get stuck at the back of your thighs.

You let him manhandle your body, hands coming to rest on his shoulders as you lightly kiss his cheek, "He helps me dress up." Another kiss on his forehead. "Pulls my pants up for me." Another one on the tip of his nose. "Stares lovingly as I talk about my side pieces."

He grunted, zipping up your pants and pulling you closer, "Yeah." He mumbled against your lips, "Something tells me I might know this guy." Не pressed his lips against your jaw, hands tracing your body as he grabbed your shirt.

"Maybe." You slide your hands into the sleeves, letting him button up your shirt, "He is tall, blonde, and so utterly handsome." You moaned obnoxiously. "And he has a huge coc—"

"We can't have a cute moment, can we?" He sighed, letting go of your shirt buttons as he leaned his forehead against yours, "Your pant aren't too tight, are they?" He asked, eyes meeting your dumbfounded ones, "Ma can design you a perfect pai—"

You cut his words off, pressing your lips against his, swarm of butterflies erupting in your belly as you take in his words, "You considerate, caring asshole," You huffed pulling away from his lips, "you'll kill me someday."

He let out a breathy chuckle, cradling your jaw, pressing a kiss against your forehead, "Just trying to improve my rank, you know." He hummed, swaying slightly despite no music playing in the background, "Can't let your side pieces steal you away from me."

"It's a bruise by the way."

Bakugou hummed in question pulling away from you slightly.

"The mark you were looking at, bruise from sparring with Mina."

"Racoon eyes is your side pieces no.1?!!"

"Katsuki NO."

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a/n: reposting an older fic (that I deleted along with few other fics, last year when I was tweaking)

[bfbkg]

PROS AND CONS : BKG (2.3k)

bakugou finds a list you made before you dated him

“one. big cock and knows how to use it. two and it’s in all caps. EATER.”

you rest on your forearms on your sofa, looking across the living room to your boyfriend who has appeared from your bedroom. he’s reading a crumpled sheet of paper from god knows where with a massive grin on his face.

“did you get the fan from my room? katsuki, it’s hot!” you whine petulantly. you've got your thin shorts and bralette on, trying to fight the heatwave that has taken over your city.

the heat has beat you down, left you stranded in your living room with three ice lolly packets in your path and skin sticky. you can feel the sweat trickle down your spine, you can see it gathered on katsuki’s exposed forehead, yet he still stands there reading.

“hold on, i’m lovin’ this,” he says, gold tooth shining as his mouth stretches wider, “three. rich and generous with it. is that right? you with me for my cock and money?”

you blink at him a few times, trying not to get distracted by his shirtless bare chest or the black headband he’s got on to push his unruly blonde locks back. he’s handsome, deliciously so. still, you think back to why everything he’s saying is so familiar.

“four. handsome. deliciously so. body and face. rare,” bakugou laughs, boyish and booming, “thanks, babe.”

you feel uncomfortable, perspiration dribbling between your breasts, limbs heavy with exhaustion.

“what is that? what are you reading?”

still bakugou ignores you and continues reading from the paper, “five. successful and ambitious. six. good friend even though he pretends he’s not. protective!! seven. so gentlemanly, holding open doors, paying for dates, very clear on why he likes me.” ruby pupils flicker over to you, “that last one is bare minimum.”

then it clicks, about seven points too late. your head snaps over to him robotically, eyes about to fall out of your head. “where the hell did you find that! stop reading it! stop katsuki!”

you hop up from your seat on your sofa, speed like no other taking over you as you run across the room to grab at the paper in bakugou’s hands. his laugh only booms louder, holding the flimsy sheet in the air over your head as you jump like a child.

“seriously, don’t read anymore!” you shout, trying to hoist yourself up his larger body, using his arms and shoulder as a climbing frame.

nothing about bakugou budges, he just continues reading with the paper in the air.

“it’s getting good, baby!” he laughs, ignoring your jumps and furrowed brows, “eight. listens to me. really listens. makes me feel heard and remembers what i say.”

he looks down at you, whose fingertips are slapping the bottom of the paper. you recognise it all too clearly now. the pink ruled lines, the edges ripped out from one of your old notebooks. your handwriting. “that’s cute. i still listen to you, don’t i?”

“you’re not now! give it back!”

“i’m almost done, two more,” bakugou says, hooking his arm behind your back to keep you locked close to him. you’re both sweaty and sticky. you’ve got no choice but to listen, “nine. cooks. such a good cook! you added five exclamation marks there. ten. fulfils some of my love languages. some?”

“now stop.” you urge. he can’t turn the paper around. he can’t.

bakugou pecks your forehead, his cheeks blushed with all the compliments. he continues skimming the list, rereading it. 

“so this is why you chose to date me, huh?” he looks down at you, pouts his lips, “c'mon gimme a kiss.”

if you just grab it out his hands, he won’t see the other side. with pros always comes—

he stops pouting at you.

“give me the paper. i wrote this all a few years ago!”

“if these are the pros, where’s the cons? you must have done a cons list.” 

you shake your head, side to side. he holds the paper away from you. the opposite side, the list of all your cons, written back at you. you loop out of his arm, trying to reach for it.

he notices you staring, eyes fixated and that’s when he flips the paper around. CONS in big red capital lettering.

“this is private! you weren’t meant to see this, you shouldn’t be snooping in my room!” you squeak but bakugou’s already half down the page, pupils running across every line like he’s in a race.

“one. WILL choose his job over me—,”

“well obviously, your job is to save the world!”

“two. odd relationship with his mother? but apparently it’s better than before.”

“it’s so much better now!”

bakugou’s eyebrows drop now, voice getting lower as he continues, “three. argumentative. argues with EVERYONE. his agency workers, the media and his friends.”

“i understand why you argue with them all now! it makes sense!”

“three. his job is terrifying.”

bakugou looks over to you, solemn narrowed eyes and you don’t have a positive word to say about that.

“it is, sometimes i don’t know if you’ll come home.”

“four. he doesn’t do much else besides work. all his friends are from work.” bakugou pinches his nose bridge, “really? you think that?”

“now i don’t! and i know they’re childhood friends and… and we do things together all the time. i know you love to read, game, you’ve got your lego. i didn’t know all of that then.”

“five. don’t know if my friends and family will understand.” bakugou steps away from you, “the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

you huff on the spot, “this was from when i met you! all they’ve seen of you is shouting and yelling on the television. they didn’t know how lovable you are. how well you treat me.”

bakugou looks at you, then back at the paper. scratches his head. “six. inexperienced with sex but it’s really cute. has never had a girlfriend?”

“but number one pro is that you know how to use it. obviously we’re experienced now, we know everything about each other,” you flick your finger between you and your boyfriend. 

“and the girlfriend comment? i can’t help the fact you’re my first.”

“no, i mean yes i know that. it was just a question as to why. it doesn’t mean anything to me now.”

“but it was a factor in whether you wanted to be my girlfriend,” he states.

“well, yeah,” you drawl, “i thought maybe there was a reason as to why. that’s all.”

bakugou raises his eyebrows, looks back at the sheet, “seven. doesn’t always have time for me. travels a lot for work.”

“that hasn’t changed.” bakugou grunts. it’s something he knows you struggle with while dating him. it’s even been a conversation you’ve had a few times throughout your relationship. quality time. you want to spend more time with him but he simply can’t. 

you sigh, grabbing his chin between your fingers so he looks directly at you. his eyes are half lidded, cheeks red and exhausted from the negativity and heat. “we’ve been through this. i’m still gonna stick by you, everything i love about you means more than all the things i find difficult.”

he takes your palm away from your face and squeezes it. but you can tell he’s feeling off. “the last one. eight, he’s surrounded by beautiful women all the time.”

“you’re with celebrities, pro heroes, socialites a lot,” you shrug, “that was jealousy on my part, nothing to do with you.”

“i don’t give a fuck about any of that.”

you nod sharply, “i know! i wrote this a while ago, two years even? a lot has changed.”

bakugou sighs from the pit of his stomach, then flings his head back in a huff. “fuck, baby.” he groans.

then he looks down at you, looking up at him.

“just wanna put it out there, that was private, you weren’t meant to see that, my opinions have now changed and i’m sure you had a mental pro con list for me. i just wrote mine down.”

bakugou folds the paper, “yeah, yeah, i get it. you hate my job that much, huh? it covered half of the fuckin’ cons.

“i also said i liked you were successful and ambitious.” you sit on the back of the sofa, crossing your arms. 

bakugou mirrors you standing, crossing his arms too. “but nothing about my job has changed since we’ve got together.”

you groan, leaning your head on your shoulder, “katsuki, i think you’re making problems out of nothing here.”

“you made a list of the problems with datin’ me.” he frowns, holding the folded paper between two fingers.

“and a list of the reasons why i wanted to date you. obviously the good reasons won if i’m with you now.” you glare at him with a sharp tone.

he begins to pace around the room, paper still in hand. a terrible sign. you watch as sweat trickles down his skin, body flush with heat.

“but, babe. the problems you’ve had with me from before we were dating are still problems now. i still don’t have time for you, you still are terrified every time i’m minutes late from a mission, you don’t think i’d choose you over my job and you don’t think i do anything but work.”

you moan aloud, “and i still want you despite that all. i get the world needs you, heck, i need you if i come across a villain. i don’t hate you for being a hero.”

he stops behind you, on the other side of the sofa, “i don’t want you to resent me when you realise you could have been with someone who does have more time for you, isn’t obsessed with their job, can put you first and doesn’t scare you.”

you hop off the sofa. leaning your forehead on his collarbone. “katsuki. i wouldn’t be here if i didn't want to be. i love you. i choose you everyday. i don’t want to argue with you.”

bakugou doesn’t touch you. there’s a shake to his voice, “i’m sorry i’m not better. i’m gonna try to be. just wait for me, fuck, maybe when i’m slower and the younger lot take over, they’ll need me less. it’s just now—,”

“it’s okay. you have time for me right now but you wanna argue with me," you pout up at him.

“you did put that i’m argumentative,” he looks away from you as your hands link around his neck. 

“look at me.”

shiny lava red pupils find you. you ground him, takes him out of the what ifs and the failures of his past and places him in the present with you. 

“i have dated bakugou katsuki for two years and i love him so much. i love how kind and generous he is, always putting his loved ones first. how he dedicates his life and body to saving the world. how even if he’s tired from a long week of working, he still comes over to cook me a three course meal because he wants to see me eat his food. who was so open and willing to change for me. to change his routines and learn my body. who is argumentative because he wants to make things right. who wanted so hard for my family and friends to love him and manages to see his mother once a week just to check up on her.”

you search in both his eyes and he’s listening, he always is.

“i can write an updated list for you, if you want.”

he shakes his head, stuffs his forehead into your neck and slowly pushes you down into the sofa. you laugh, his hands plastered into your waist as his body crushes you in the plush cushions ever so slightly.

“‘m sorry. i shouldn’t have read it. even though i enjoyed the pros.” he muffles, lips tickling your skin.

you tap his shoulder. “you shouldn’t have but it’s okay. i still need you to get my fan. it’s hot.”

“promise you’ll tell me if you want somethin’ to change between us. i’m not wakin’ up one day to you leavin’ me for a reason right under my nose.” he urges and you can see him pleading. the desperation for you to agree.

“promise. now you promise me.”

“course i promise. i couldn’t even fill out ten reasons as to why i hate you.”

“i didn't say i hate you. and sure you can. you hate my cold feet. you hate how i moan about my job. you hate how i hate your job. you hate how i always want a massage. you hate how i wait until the last minute when you’re tucked up in bed for you to get me a glass of water. you hate how i’m indecisive for what i want for my birthdays and—,”

bakugou sits up, “i don't hate any of that shit. love listenin’ to you and half that shit is cute as hell.”

you pout, “you hate when i wear low cut tops out—,”

he frowns, “that’s foreplay, baby. you let me suck your tits after to make me happy. couldn’t give a shit what you wear.”

“how about how protective my friends are? and the fact i tell them everything?”

bakugou shrugs, “you deserve friends that love you that much and that you can tell everythin’.”

“i get snappy when i’m running late or too much is going on or i’m hot.”

with that bakugou gets up. your fan. though not without hovering over you to give you a peck. then another. you press your soft lips against his though you don’t open up because then you will get even hotter and snappy.

he pulls off you and rises from the sofa, “that makes sense, baby. you’re stressed and uncomfortable.”

you roll your eyes, “stop being so understanding!”

he walks towards your bedroom, but not without turning around to look at you. his fingers grip the door frame, “i love you.”

“i love you too… and no snooping!”

[kenforty]

୨𓏲̼ Yes or no.

a/n: general nudity, no actual smut, mentions of sexual activity. reposting another fic that I evaporated because I was tweaking.

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"I can't do this anymore," Bakugou whispered against the shell of your ear, arms wrapping around your naked torso preventing you from getting out of bed, "I know, it was strictly just sex, but fuck I'll go crazy if I have to pretend to be just friends."

"Suki~ did you hit your head when I flipped you over?" You teased, shoving him back on the mattress and slipping from his grasp, completely bare in front of him, "We have work in an hour, you really wanna have this conversation right now?"

Despite your words, Bakugou knew you weren't in a hurry, idly lingering by the door, skin smooth and rosy, probably warm from being buried in his embrace, reaching for his discarded shirt.

"It's my agency." He huffed, grabbing his phone, typing away, "I can change the schedule and guess what we both have a week off." He leaped, taking advantage of your distracted form, both arms hoisting you up his shoulder, easily balancing himself, "Now, you'll answer my question before I set you down."

"Umf!! Katsuki put me down!" You giggled, scrambling to get a grip, ultimately reaching for his plump butt, quick taps before you grabbed a handful and squeezed.

"Oi! Behave yourself for a minute." He grinned, despite his claims, he tossed you on the mattress, crawling between your legs, only to be stopped by your feet pressing flat against his pectoral.

"I always behave." You balance your weight on your elbows, eyes locked on his, pushing him back slightly, "You know it too."

He grabbed your ankle, playing with the anklet dangling, little bells chiming as he fiddled with them, "Go out with me, breakfast in that cafe you like, take outs for lunch and I'll make you a bowl of ramen for dinner."

"You really think it's that easy?" You mused, hairs falling on your shoulders as you tilted your head.

"If feeling is mutual then it should be." He leaned forward pressing a kiss against your ankle, trailing up till his reached your knee, pulling back as he let's go of your leg, backing away as he crawled of the bed, bending down and reaching for his underwear, giving you a glimpse of his smooth ass.

"Hold on, where are you going?" You scrambled to the end of the bed, sitting on the edge of it, confused watching him get dressed, "What happened to breakfast?"

"Waiting for your answer," He snorted, turning around to pinch your cheek, "But I gotta take a piss first."

"Can I watch?" You blinked up at him, fiddling with the sheets falling over the edge of the bed, "I'll be yours forever." You answered, batting your lashes at him.

"...fine, but I am not letting you hold it."

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[cherrycosmos8]

| mdni. 18+

roommate katsuki! who is the star player on the college basketball team…and the guy you also happen to share an apartment with.

roommate katsuki! who didn’t speak to you for the first couple of weeks except for an occasional ‘hey’ when you bump into each other late at night.

roommate katsuki! who steals your plush blanket from the couch, claiming it’s more comfortable to sleep with at night.

roommate katsuki! who starts waiting up for you every night, playing it off as watching game film or studying plays.

roommate katsuki! who gets a little too superstitious when one of his teammates come over and make it a point to speak with you. (or look, for that matter)

roommate katsuki! who has an insane attraction to you, but keeps it to himself in fear of making things awkward between you two.

roommate katsuki! who lied and told you he had someone coming over just for your reaction. only to be pissed off entirely when you don’t come home at all.

roommate katsuki! who insists on you coming to his next game. leaving you his away jersey to wear, name plastered in big, bold font across the back. letting everyone know who exactly gave it to you.

roommate katsuki! who would never admit he cares, but somehow your favorite food and drinks appear at your bedroom door after a rough day at work. “wonder what idiot did that.” he grumbles when confronted about where they came from.

roommate katsuki! who purposely leaves things in your room just for a reason to come back. whether it’s his charger, laptop, or even something such as his underwear he “accidentally” dropped while putting away your laundry.

roommate katsuki! who starts showing up after your shift at the campus cafe to bring you home. …just in case any of the dumbasses around get ideas and mistake you for theirs instead of his.

roommate katsuki! who walks in on you showering one night and doesn’t leave right away, eyes scanning over every crevice of your skin, even ones you can’t see yourself, before finally leaving with a small huff of “fuck. my bad.” and quickly slamming the door shut.

roommate katsuki! who spends days on end replaying the image of you in the shower, burned into the back of his brain. leaving no room for thoughts of basketball, classes, or anything else.

roommate katsuki! who finally loses all composure when he comes home late one night, completely and utterly exhausted from the day he’s had. only to find you in nothing but a small t-shirt and your very tight, very thin underwear.

roommate katsuki! who takes you right there. months of lingering tension finally easing with every snap of his hips. messy. filthy. but oh, such sweet things whispered into your ear.

roommate katsuki! who can’t get enough of you after that. every chance he gets, he’s touching you. kissing you. making love to you.

roommate katsuki! who sure as hell doesn’t remember why you ever had separate bedrooms in the first place.

an: this is way diff from my usual but i made an smau ab this on tiktok and felt this was needed as well so:))