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theroseceleste · 6 months ago

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Pilot Miguel - Part 3 - Te Necesito

It's your first full day in Acapulco and you wake up to a rather... interesting surprise...

Word count - 3740

Contains : Mentions of smut (steamy moment and mention of masturbation

This fic will have smut, but not in this chapter. Minors DNI

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You wake the next morning. Your room is almost pitch black apart from the slight glow around the blackout curtains. The gentle hum of air conditioning has been a constant noise all night, keeping you comfortable as you sleep peacefully.

The plans for today consist of eating, relaxing and sunbathing. Maybe throw in a dash of swimming in the hotel’s large, curvy pool, complete with its own waterfall feature.

Your phone buzzes as your Do Not Disturb disables itself. Picking it up, you check to see what notifications you have missed. Some are from Instagram - bound to be some late responses to your snaps of the beach you took yesterday. Oh… hang on… you also have several massages from… Miguel?

Your heart pounds as you wonder what his messages contained. Looking at the number of notifications, it seems odd that a quiet and reserved character suddenly had a lot to say to send ten texts.

The Messages app loads and you tap on your conversation with him and your jaw drops. You start reading the first text from him. And the next - and the next…

“I think I like you.”

“No. I know I like you.”

“Actually, I want u.”

“I neeed youu.”

“Fuk texting is hard when ur drunk, hanng om”

Your mind races even more when you see the next messages aren’t texts - they’re voice notes!

A shaky manicured finger presses play on the first one and you’re instantly met with a loud moan.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry for being a dick this morning. Just wanted to get that off my chest— mhmm…” he pauses for a second to take a heavy, shaky breath.

There are certain indistinguishable noises in the background, giving you a sneaking suspicion he’s in the middle of something…

“You smell so good by the way. I want to sniff that pretty neck of yours before I kiss it, bite it— mhmmm… suck on it.”

Those words, those moans… they go straight to your core. And you're certain by now he was playing with himself as he sent that voice note.

You press play on the next one.

“(Y/N), I want to hear your pretty little voice call out my name. I’ve not heard you bless me with that gift yet and I’m dying to hear it. Mhhhmmfuuuck…”

You don’t know what’s sexier, the desperate words of his desire, or his lusty moans. A series of strong, delicious pulses radiate from your core.

You press play on the next one.

“Chiquita, por favor. Escuchame. Mhmm… sí… sí…” (Little one, please. Listen to me. Yes… yes)

His voice breaks as he clearly put more effort into what he was doing. You can hear the jangling of the metallic links in his watch strap with every aggressive stroke.

The level of sexy turns up a notch too as he introduces speaking Spanish to you.

“Mi bonita, Parker’s right - don’t tell him I said that though. I need a damn good fuck and I want it with you so fucking bad-! Mierda! Por favor - mi chiquita - por fav-“

The message ends abruptly, and you see why, because the next and final communication from him is an actual video.

Pressing play, you see a bleary eyed, slightly dazed Miguel, lips parted as he moans exquisitely.

“Bonita…” he pants heavily, “you did this, bonita…”

He turns the camera to span down his defined chest, toned abs and then to his hips as he lays flat on his bed. You can’t stop yourself from squealing in absolute shock as you see his massive, hard cock twitching and dripping with his cum. Then the camera returns to his face.

“Te necesito…” (I need you)

The video ends. You stare at the final image, the cell phone screen glaring back into your face. His words circling your mind like a sexy carousel, making you press your thighs together.

This is outrageously insane. You’re certain that he’s going to wake up this morning and regret the whole thing. He’ll never be able to look you in the eye again. Fuck, you won’t ever see him in the same light either…

You have heard, and seen him in an extremely vulnerable and intimate moment. A feeling of guilt flashes through you as you know you kept listening and watching when you didn’t have to. But you were curious, not to mention you’re now left feeling incredibly turned on by it all.

After showering, you pick up your favourite bikini from your case and put it on. Then you grab an almost see through dress that is supposed to be worn over the top of your swimsuit. The smooth material caresses your skin as you walk, leaving your room.

Your eyes flit over to Miguel’s door as you feel tempted to knock. But he’s probably nursing a hangover and won’t thank you for the disturbance.

The sound of your flip flops slapping the underside of your feet with every step echoes down the corridor before you stop to summon the lift.

Miguel lays on his front, sprawled out on the bed, head buried in his pillow. His massive biceps flex as his arms support the underside of the soft bag of feathers, cradling him as he sleeps. The clean, white bed sheet drapes over his perfectly shaped ass, leaving his broad shoulders and back exposed to the conditioned air.

Eventually the repetitive sound of his phone buzzing finally disturbs his slumber. A deep, muffled groan comes out from somewhere within the pillow.

His head pounds. Five beers might have been too much for someone who doesn’t really drink all that often. He was desperate last night to forget. Forget about the crappy divorce stuff, forget about his disappointing life. Now, he regrets being so stupid thinking that beer will solve his problems.

The phone buzzes again and a swift hand swipes it from the table before he rolls onto his back, making the room spin.

He unlocks his phone after picking it up. Big mistake. The bright glare went directly into his brain.

“Shit…” he grumbles as he squints.

Then he feels his blood drain from his face. If he wasn’t lying down he might have passed out.

Before him, on his phone are ten messages sent from him to you the night before. Ten highly embarrassing and downright shocking revelations sent your way and he hardly remembers doing it.

He squirms as he sees he actually sent a video. This can’t be good… A large index finger clumsily prods the play button and he watches himself back, almost dropping his phone when the video shows his spent cock. He locks the device instantly and presses it facedown against the mattress.

“SHIT!”

Panic rises within him as his large hands cover his face, to hide himself from the shame.

Maybe you haven’t seen it yet… Grabbing the phone once more, he unlocks it, swears at how bright his screen is again and sees that you left the messages on read almost two hours ago.

“FUCK!”

What an absolute mess. What the hell is he going to do? He half expects an email from HR after you, quite understandably so, report him for being highly inappropriate.

One day. One fucking day into his new job and he’s done something totally fucking stupid like this. Could this be a new fastest record for getting fired?

He has to think of damage control, and quickly. But how can he come back from this? He has shared his beer fuelled, explicit desires and bared all - quite literally to you.

He plays his voice notes back, to know exactly what he said to you. The level of cringe he feels is so awful, he wishes the mattress of his bed will open up and swallow him whole.

The fact you left it on read too, he worries you might have passed out in shock. But then again, what could you possibly say in return to make him feel better? Maybe that you want him too…?

Miguel shakes his head - and instantly regrets it as a large painful throb pulsed within his skull. No! He was drunk last night. That’s all it was. That was the beer talking. It was only yesterday that he stopped being someone else’s husband. It is far too soon. But it's no good telling himself that. He’s got to find you and put things right.

Ten minutes later, he leaves his room, stuffing his phone and keycard in his pockets and straightens his light blue button up t-shirt.

As he stands in the descending lift, he nervously thinks about what he’s going to say. That’s if he can find you. You said you were intending on doing nothing. Perhaps he should have checked your room first, but there might not be anything stopping him from retreating back into his room again like a coward.

He tries the bar first but it’s empty. Next, he goes to the first floor and walks out of the lobby to search the pool area. Ahead of him is a bridge that spans across the pool, leading to the beach. As he walks, his head turns left and right, looking at the few sun lounger occupants.

Panic sets in as he eventually spots you to his left, his heart beating wildly in his chest and his stomach twisting into knots.

You look different, almost unrecognisable with your hair down, no makeup and… wearing a sexy bikini that barely covers your body.

His panic and hesitation overrides his brain. He keeps walking, hoping you don’t see him and he can pretend to go for a walk on the beach. Meanwhile, his gaze remains on you. Partially watching to see if you do look up at him but also checking you out.

He knows he should be approaching the bridge by now, but it never comes. His dumb ass veers slightly to the left of it and steps out over nothing but water.

Every muscle jars as he can’t feel the floor beneath his striding foot but it’s too late, his momentum has carried him too far forward to pull back.

Your eyes suddenly snap open when you hear a short yelp and a large splash right after. Sitting up, the book you had been reading falls off your chest and into your lap.

The water rocks violently at the epicentre of the splash, waves ripple outwards to calmer parts of the pool. Suddenly an absolutely drenched man stands up gasping for breath as his soaked clothes cling tightly to his body, particularly around his chest, waist and hips.

You clasp your hands over your mouth when you see that it’s Miguel. Rising from the sun lounger, you begin to make your way to the poolside.

As you approach, you hear the uttering of bad language, both in English and Spanish coming from him as he wipes his sopping wet hair from his face.

“Oh my goodness, are you okay?” you ask, the shock of the moment temporarily replacing the memory of what you saw this morning.

Kneeling on the side of the pool, you reach out for him so you can help him out. But he doesn’t take your hand. You know for yourself that he’s not going to drown, the water he stands in only comes up to the top of his legs, which would be the height of your waist.

“I’m fine…” he splutters as he places his hands on the side of the pool next to you and in one swift movement, he’s out and standing - something only shorties like yourself can only dream of doing.

As you stand up again, he pats his drenched shorts to check his pockets for his phone and key. They’re still there. He pulls out the smart device and inspects it.

“Oh God, is your phone ruined?”

His thumb presses the lock button to wake it up. The screen comes on just fine.

“Looks to be okay, it’s waterproof so it better be…”

His voice trails off. As he suspected, he can’t look you in the eye. How come you haven’t come up to him and slapped him? You’re being so sweet and caring. He feels you’d be easier to deal with if you were mad.

“Let’s get you back to your room so you can change,” you suggest as you feel water dripping from his clothes and splashing against the slabs beside the pool.

“I’m - I’m fine…” Miguel replies trying to step away but you catch his lower arm.

“Don’t be silly, look at the state of you! You’re soaked. Come on. I insist.”

He groans with reluctance but he lets you quickly grab your things from your sun lounger and return to him.

As the both of you walk side by side back into the hotel, there’s an embarrassing squelch with every one of his footsteps in his flip flops. Observing him as he enters the lift, you see him flinch at the bright lights.

“Hungover?” you ask as your eyes wander over his soaked frame, taking in every curve of his muscles and beads of pool water resting amongst the fine hairs on his firm, soft skin.

“Hmm…” he hums in response with a gentle nod, still not looking at you.

“I’ll get you some painkillers,” you reply as you both step out of lift after it arrives on your floor.

“(Y/N), we need to talk,” Miguel suddenly blurts out as you’re about to press your keycard into your door.

You knew this was coming and you pause before opening the door to your room.

“I know, but let’s get you dry first.”

After grabbing some painkillers for his headache, you enter his open room. He’s already pottering about in his bathroom as you close the door behind you. Two capsules sit next to a bottle of water on his bedside table ready for him to take when he comes out.

As you wait for him, you look around his room. A small collection of Corona bottles sits on the table in front of his bed and some of his clothes lay strewn across the floor

Without thinking, you pick up his pilot shirt, smooth down the creases and hang it up in his little wardrobe space. Next, you pick up his trousers and hang them up neatly too. The purple tie catches your eye, still done up, but loose, also discarded on the floor.

The sound of bare feet padding along the tiled hotel room floor emerges from the ensuite. Miguel, who’s now fully dressed and dry, stops as he watches you pick up his tie, then, his eyes wander to the hangers, holding up his clothes.

“(Y/N), you didn’t need to do that,” he mumbles as he then spots the painkillers you left out for him.

“But, thanks,” he adds, he doesn’t want to sound ungrateful for your help.

The mattress of his bed dips low as he takes a seat, puts both tablets in his mouth and downs them with a large gulp of water.

“You’re welcome,” you reply as you take a seat at the table in his room.

“I’m glad you’re here actually,” he pauses as he moves himself to the end of his bed so he can see you, but keep a good distance between the both of you.

You sit in silence and watch him intently, trying to push the image of the video out of your mind. But with your well practised, approachable demeanour, you keep him calm.

Placing both his huge hands together, as if he’s pleading, he begins to talk.

“First and foremost, I want to apologise for the way I conducted myself last night. It was highly inappropriate of me and I wouldn’t be mad if you have already reported me to HR…” he begins but his hands remain flatly pressed against one another.

“If you haven’t done so already, then I simply ask that you don’t? I know - I have no right to. There is no excuse and it was wrong. I had too much to drink - a rare occurrence for me, I swear.”

He takes a heavy, shaky breath.

“Life has been very sucky lately and I guess I forgot myself…” he pauses as he realises he’s jabbering about his personal life.

“As I said, there’s no excuse. Delete my number, block me, or whatever. It’s one hundred percent justified and I’ll never bother you again.”

Silence falls between the both of you as you take in his apology. You remember seeing that mark on his left ring finger, as if he used to wear a band but has recently taken it off.

“I haven’t gone to HR,” you simply reply, “don’t worry.”

His body practically dissolves at your words of reassurance, the tension within him melts away. He’s not losing his job at least, yet… However he still feels major embarrassment.

“Have you recently gone through a divorce or something?” you ask, his tension returns with a vengeance.

“How did you…?”

“Your ring finger…” you answer his question before he’s even asked it.

Miguel glances down at his left hand. Sure enough, the ghost of his wedding band, clear as day. A visible reminder of his failure. He just simply nods but keeps his gaze off of you.

While you can see he’s clearly feeling bad about his separation, you feel slightly relieved. He’s technically back on the market, if he wishes to be. And maybe when he’s in a better headspace, there may be a chance for you? That’s a nice thought, but something to consider later on. The guy is clearly going through a tough time.

“Is that why you were in a mood during the flight yesterday?”

He thinks for a moment, pondering your question. Taking a deep breath he begins to answer.

“Yes and no. I’m normally like this to be honest. Serious - no messing around, boring I can imagine Parker describing me…”

“Pfft!” you suddenly erupt with laughter.

The Captain is not wrong, that is what Peter would say. A slightly crooked smile breaks across his lips as he hears you laugh. Things can’t be that bad between the both of you and you clearly don’t hate him.

“You and Peter seem pretty close… Are you um…” he starts to ask, but wusses out at the last second, however you realise what he means.

“Oh, God no! He’s funny, yes, charming too, but he’s married and has a kid. We just get on well.”

You said the ‘M word��. His gaze drops again.

“Married huh? Lucky him,” he mumbles, but you’re not sure whether he actually means that or if he’s being sarcastic.

A sympathetic smile spreads across your face.

“I’m sorry that you’re having a terrible time. If you ever need to vent, just text me-”

Miguel suddenly raises his hands to his face and flops against his bed. The image of that video pops into his mind when you mention texting you.

“Ahhh fuck! I can’t believe I did that. I’m such a fucking idiot!”

You stand and approach the foot of his double bed.

“Hey! Hey! It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine.”

You reach and grab his arm to pull him back up, but he’s heavier than you realise.

“I said, it’s fine.”

“But you saw-”

“I know what I saw and it’s fine.”

His head lifts up from the bed as you insist on pulling him up. Parts of him wishes that you were complimenting the part of him that he drunkenly dared to show you last night in his video, but deep down he knows you’re just saying that what happened is water under the bridge.

Finally, the Captain relents and sits back up. The embarrassment still remains, but you have taken the edge off of it.

“So, what are you planning to do tonight then?” you ask as you take a seat next to him on the bed.

“Hmmm…” he hums pensively, “not drinking.”

Another sweet giggle fills the air as you find his response funny.

“You seem more talkative with some beer in you though.”

“Ha! Don’t tempt me,” he replies with a slight chortle.

“No, tonight will be alcohol free. I’m not making that mistake again…”

Miguel falls silent again, his thoughts running away with him.

“Thanks - by the way.”

“For what?”

“Offering to be someone to vent to. I’m not really one to vent and cry on people’s shoulders, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

You give him a gentle nudge with your elbow, making him turn to face you.

“Well, maybe you can try it. New life, new job, new you?”

He huffs as he smiles, showing off his white but slightly crooked teeth. You find his smile cute and makes you feel warm inside, even if it is brief.

“I like that,” he pauses as he thinks about your suggestion.

“Maybe I’ll give it a shot. I’m just not really good at… talking.”

“Doesn’t hurt to try.”

“I suppose it doesn’t…”

The back and forth continues between the both of you until you finally fix up plans for the evening. Miguel seems open for another night of quiet dining and socialising with just you, or maybe Peter, at a push.

You decide to give Miguel a break and close the curtains for him so he can take a nap to sleep off his hangover. Before you leave, you give him a gentle pat on the back that partially turns into a soothing rub over his shoulder.

“I’ll see you later…” you whisper to him with a sweet smile and he watches you leave his room.

Now completely alone, his hand goes to his shoulder, tracing his fingers along where you stroked him, trying to replicate that sensation. Eventually he shakes his head, strips off and crawls into bed to take a much needed nap.

Closing your door behind you, you decide to take your phone out and unlock it. Biting your lip, you quietly play the video back again and listen to his voice notes. The desperation and need in his voice does things to you.

It’s not fair that he had all the fun, just thinking about you, and you didn’t get to join in. But your quiet time alone now is going to fix that, as you play those sound files and that video over and over… and over until you come undone to your skillful fingers…

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juneberrie · 2 years ago

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okokokok (this isn't a request, just a thought :>)

as someone who is mixed (black and Mexican), itsv and atsv is so relatable 😭

I don't speak Spanish and it's very embarrassing but like

I can imagine miles wanting to impress a mixed latina/o/e reader with his Spanish skills so they can more motivation and like miles uses the reader as motivation to learn Spanish so he can teach it to them jnajajqjajjjqjjqj ♡♡♡♡♡♡

omg no ur so right!! im also mixed (i think?? idk if i count but im venezuelan and italian) but spanglish was my first language LMAO

but yeah <3 he's trying so hard and he surprises them by saying. uh. "tu te ves muy bonita hoy" (you look very pretty today) and they're gonna laugh at his horrendous accent but also kiss him like "im so proud of u <3" so. extra motivation 4 him!!!

#my name is miles morales (liz's version)#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ mailbox #miles morales x reader

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 8 months ago

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OK COLLEGE SASHISU TIME LETS GO

so i think reader + suguru meet 4 the first time after witnessing some weird ass shit on campus, n then they both look at each other cuz theyre the only other ppl in the vicinity, and BAM theyre friends !!! [also they both r studying marine biology so MORE interaction] [but the weird ass shit is what gets the ball rolling pretty much]

so theyre friends yayy !!! reader thinks suguru is the perfect boyfriend n is a little heartbroken when they learn that suguru + satoru r a thing, but they move on [no the fuck they dont theyre just really good at hiding how they feel and they end up hiding it from THEMSELVES] and through suguru + satoru they meet shoko, the sleep deprived n tired med student who they dont see much of at first

but maybe reader remembers something shoko likes n picks it up 4 her at the convenience store, bring it back home, and then BAM reader + shoko hang out way more [and reader keeps buying stuff 4 shoko bcuz theyre in LOVEEEE id do anything 4 my lovely wife mi esposa bonita]

i think reader + satoru r like magnets in the sense that they both attract IMMEDIATELY they both quote the same internet shit that suguru + shoko dont rlly get [like . mulch gang on tiktok] they both share sweet food w each other [sharing being a first 4 satoru, but i think hed share if the ppl around him would APPRECIATE the metric fuck ton of sugar in the shit he eats] n they both r TOUCHY AS FUCKKKKK [self projecting but whatever the author injects parts of themself into their writing or whatever] no but reader + satoru r so annoying w their touchyness w other ppl but w each other theyre clinging on2 eachother 4 dear life, giving each other wet kisses on the cheek, laying on each others bare stomachs, holding on2 any body part at all times, n shoving chairs 2gether 2 make a mega chair so theyre squished 2gether always

AND THEN . DISASTER STRIKES . the readers landlord sold the apartments they lived in 2 someone else and they ARENT RENEWING ANYONES LEASES so reader has 2 get out of there FAST

shoko, suguru, n satoru all live 2gether in a 4 bedroom apt so after reader texts the gc [that satoru made] abt not getting their lease renewed n after a VERY quick discussion they offer their last room 2 the reader !!!!! yay !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MOVING TIME w the help of 3 other ppl [not rlly, satoru just moved already packed boxes around n shouted encouragement at reader + suguru while shoko passed out on readers couch until they had 2 get rid of it since it wouldnt fit in sashisu's apartment] reader didnt mind tho bcuz they got 2 b w their very attractive and silly friends

once they move in finally, so much more of sashisu's dynamic is revealed 2 them [n reader gets slowly integrated in2 it] satosugu r an established couple n do gross couple shit like sloppy make outs IN SHOKOS ROOM . they hang out in there 2 annoy shoko but after she puts more focus on her medical textbook they end up just doing whatever the hell they want ,, shoko doesnt care that much bcuz atp shes used 2 it n reader gets used 2 it pretty fast 2 cuz they would do the same when reader still had an apt [rip readers apt u will b missed]

ANYWAY there is so much tension in that damn apartment its unreal, sometimes the touches w satoru turn awkward in a SNAP, late at night when its just reader n shoko that r awake at the dining table n the conversation lulls n suddenly shokos big brown eyes are the most beautiful things in the world, driving around w suguru 4 groceries n ending up being mistaken as a couple n the idea of what could b just ends up sitting w reader + suguru 4 the rest of the trip AND THEN WHEN UR ALL 2GETHER shoko already also has mildly romantic moments w satosugu separately n together but w reader added in2 the mix ends up w all 4 of u on the couch watching a movie n limbs r everywhere n its warm n its raining outside but ur all inside w blankets n snacks n a shitty movie but ur all w each other so its fine and then suguru makes breakfast the next morning cuz its a sunday n he needs 2 clear out the fridge 2 make room 4 the new weeks groceries

WAIT expanding on breakfast w suguru . waking up around the same time as him n u end up helping w breakfast BUT since suguru is a music nerd 2 ME . 2 ME HE IS . u end up picking out a vinyl from his collection in his room and put something on the record player in the living room [THIS . THIS ALBUM I LOVE IT SO MUCH esp go my son, desert rose, i walk in beauty, reservation blues, sehe nado yodo, n from the eagles bed] so ur both just there swaying in the kitchen n all is good in the world :3

OK . ok . enough tension they all need 2 make out NEOWWWW

i think the first time reader + satosugu kiss on the lips is when they end up looking 2 long at satosugu kissing, so satoru turns 2 reader n says some cocky shit like 'what ? u want one 2 ?' n in full seriousness reader goes 'yes.' n then satoru gets a goofy ass smile n he grants a singular kiss on the lips n then they both turn 2 suguru whos just sitting there in quiet admiration n then he goes DAMN !! theyre all looking at me . in his head n then he just leans forward n gives a firm press on the lips, holding the back of ur head, n he ends up tasting a lil of ur orange chapstick

AND THEN SHOKOO shoko ,,,,,,, theyre both in readers car, in some random parking lot waiting on take out 2 b ready, n its COLDD but shoko wants 2 smoke so she rolls the window down [a courtesy she gives 2 no one without asking other than u, suguru, satoru, n utahime] but the cold ends up coming in either way so u ask her 2 roll it up n she raises an eyebrow n blows the smoke from her previous inhale in ur general direction, and its like shoko herself crawled in2 ur lungs and nested there once u take a deep breath of the secondhand smoke in. 'are you sure ?' she asks and u nod 'yeah, dont want you to get cold' she gives u a sharp smile n puts out the half burnt cigarette n rolls the window up once shes back in the car. shoko tilts her head the way she does when she knows something you dont want her 2 know, 'now what ?' u look into her big eyes with reverence as the smoke smell lingers around you, 'i dunno, what do you want to do ?' your voice is soft, unsure, but what the two of you have been itching to do for the past few months metaphorically crashes over the car as shoko reaches her hand out to you jaw while you cup the side of her face and pull her into a gentle kiss that COULDVE been more if it werent for your damn phone pinging w a notification abt the food being ready

and then !!!!!! u all slip in2 a happy polycule, there isnt much talking required, except 4 one night at the insistence of suguru + reader bcuz u wanted 2 get boundaries straight n grievances aired n suguru wanted 2 know the general details of what was happening between u all

but after that ? GUESS WHAT . ur all in love <3 BUT . DISASTER STRIKES AGAIN . reader has 2 go the hell HOME . 2 THE USA . [probs not the us, but somewhere out of japan] cuz they ran out of days on their school visa n all 4 of u guys r abt 2 finish ur senior year of college. reader wouldve gotten a work visa, but they couldnt find a job in time

so then reader goes home after a few months of the greatest part of their life, and all 4 of u stand in a circle at the airport n everyones crying bcuz u all gave up on holding back tears after satoru started sobbing in the car on the way 2 the airport

even shoko was crying !! damn . u thought her tear ducts were all dried up from how dry her eyes were from staring at computer screens all day [u told her that 2 her face in the car once a few tears slipped away from her big brown eyes n she giggled a lil . and then started crying harder]

all of u look at each other and u end up getting glomped in2 a group hug that reeks of salt and wetness. and then ur all kissing each other. really ur getting showered w kisses on ALL sides while satoru clings on2 ur side like a big baby. eventually when u HAVE 2 go n get started on bag checks n stuff, ur all sobbing, u say i love u , they say it back, and then ur GONE . not 4ever but 4 a few months ur gone until u get a WORK VISAAA

the second everyone [minus reader] is in the car 2 go home, satoru n shoko r searching up the best way 2 get ppl in2 japan thru work visas while suguru is having a mild depression spiral in the front seat [he gets pulled out of that mess FAST]

and then more i havent decided on yet eye dee kay BUT THANK U 4 READING THIS GIANT THING im so excited 2 write it when i finish writing all of the chapters of my satosugu x reader fic which ALSO involves reader having 2 go home, but in . a different way . [not really adsgshsg] also i just realized i changed perspectives so many times writing this . what .

OK lmk what u think teehee ^_^ or not u can scream n ill take it hdjsghsb

ASHLEY. sorry for the wait but i’m finally answering this absolute gem thank you for the feast 🙏🙏

OK SO . the reason this took so long to answer was bc i genuinely don’t have anything to add i just think this is perfect 😭😭 SUCHH a cute & lovely au and it’s just perfect for sashisu :((( i love them sm!! ANYWAYY i’m just gonna comment a bit hehe. i rlly adore this so much!!!

READER AND SUGU MEETING …. both of them studying marine biology ……. that’s so Good. for some reason i’m just imagining the weird campus thing being todou walking around butt ass naked in the middle of winter 💀💀 he’s insane. i love him. AND THEN SHOKOOO OUR MED STUDENT :(( reader buying her stuff is so real and you are too ashley i also need to spoil my wife. she deserves all the treats!!!! AND SATORU . BEING SO TOUCHY. READER BEING TOUCHY RIGHT BACK. they’re cute and i love them

AND THEN MOVING INNNNN WITH THEM my actual dream btw……. that’s the sweetest roommate scenario ever ever ever. anyway THE TENSIONNN I’M SO WEAK. the pining. the slowburn of it all. small intimate touches w satoru and late nights w shoko and grocery trips w suguru…….. ANDDDD that moment when you’re all together and tangled up and everything feels so Right. I LOVE THEM. also breakfast w sugu is my favorite concept ever and him being a music lover is the realest thing ever <3333

BUT THE KISSES I CRIEDDDDDD the stsg kiss….. sugu literally being awestruck by his hot s/os. i can’t believe him. AND THE SMOKEY KISS WITH SHOKO the way i would fold instantly…… sashisu/reader polycule could save lives i think. it’s also so fitting that it’s sugu and reader who insist on making it official phdkdjdj

HELPPPP NOT THE USA 😭😭😭 jumpscare…. BUT THAT’S SOO HEARTBREAKING sashisu crying :((((((( it hurts so bad bc i don’t think any of them r the type to cry in front of others. but they just!! can’t help it!!!! AND THE KISSES OHHH THEY’RE THE CUTEST :((((( also sugu’s depression spiral…. he’s the realest

NO BUT I ADOREEEEE THIS CONCEPT i can’t wait to read it all written out whenever you post it!!!! tysm for the good food my beloved i ATE this up. 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

#SORRY AGAIN FOR THE WAIT 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 my brain and i fight for control every single day #BUT THIS IS SOOO GOOD i love sashisu…… save me sashisu………….#they could fix me #ask tag ✩#ashley !! ✩

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okay so 🙈 a little embarrassing but I had a daydream thing a few weeks ago abt jikook and I thought you might be interested... it was basically abt latin/reggaeton music and bts was just in the dance practice room, fooling around a little and/or maybe just trying to get a feel of that type of music (I’m not talking Airplane pt 2 type music, I’m talking Mi Gente or Bonita or something like that, a little dirty preferably) So the music is blasting through the speakers and Hoseok is moving (1/2)

(2/2) around a little, letting the music move his body a little and Jimin is kinda doing the same, trying to figure out what moves, what vibe fits and the rest is doing a mix of that and talking and fooling around. Jungkook is getting distracted by Jimin, the way he moves so effortlessly and how it looks so natural. It’s also a very different style than usual and his boyfriend looks- fuck, real fucking good... JK finds himself moving towards Jimin and joins him, grabbing his hips (2/3) (oops)

(3/3) from behind and moves with him, joining him in his dance. Jimin feels the hands on his hips and he smiles shyly, turning his head to look at Jungkook, only to find that he’s looking down at Jimin’s ass, tongue peeking out in concentration. Jimin elbows him a little and softly jokes abt JK joining him and how they’re dancing, not catching his boyfriends full attention since the only response he gets is a smirk and a glance before JK fulls him flush against him, hips moving together (wow 3/4

(4?) (i’m sorry apparently i really can’t accurately estimate how long this is gonna be lmao) and now that Jimin’s ass is flush against JK’s hips, Jimin gets a little weary of dancing like this around the other members. None of them mind the couple’s pda, but they’ve been teased enough about being obvious (and had serious conversations with the band and management about truly being to obvious). A quick scan of the room tells Jimin that none of the others are paying attention, some fooling around

together, but all lost in their own world, no eyes on the couple. Jimin knows that he and Jungkook have to watch out with their pda, and whenever one of them gets carried away, it’s the others job to stay serious and careful. But since no one’s watching or whining, Jimin decides they can have a little fun. Jungkook is lost in Jimin’s body, in the music, in the contact of both their bodies. His eyes are closed, his mouth hangs open, head tilted back and he moves Jimin’s hips with his hands,

Jimin’s hips. His hold is nearly bruising, tight and unrelenting. Jimin moves with him, the song having changed to one that’s a little dirtier, even though they can’t make out the words. The song screams sex and dancing and hot bodies, and what Jungkook has in mind seems to fit perfectly. Jimin relaxes in his hold and pushes himself back into his boyfriends strong chest, arms caging him in a little. Jungkook grinds his hips into Jimin’s ass and Jimin smirks. That boy is affected and has thrown

(I think this is the last one but who even knows tbh...) Their dance turns club level grinding, both of them a little worked up now. Jimin has felt his dick take interest and from what he’s feeling, Jungkook is quite affected, too. (this is abt as far as the daydream went, just JK grinding with JM to Latin music in a canon compliant verse) (also this is such a mess, sorry for dumping all this on you!) (you don’t have to put it on ur blog, but if you do i wouldn’t mind someone writing a oneshot)

oooooooh girl yaaaaas! this is nice af :’)))))) jimin focusing to grind his ass back nicely against jungkook’s crotch, jungkook looking down concentrated as he the hips around jimin’s hips pull jimin closer....... thank you fr sharing your daydream hehehehe

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manjiroscum · 2 years ago

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Hellooo amazing person hru? ^^ i just wanna say that the recent chapter of la isla bonita really got me more hooked shjdjsjsjs like i am so excited for the next update bc i can't wait to find out what happens next esp with sanzu and y/n shdjsjs,, also i reread the first few chapters and idk i can't help but think maybe there's something with the way haru feels about her??? Shdhsjhdhsjs i know him protecting her back at the club was bare minimum and all but still you know... AND also that somnophilia scene back in chapter 2 there was no name mentioned but i have a feeling it could be haru bc he said sorry.

I really reallyyyy love your writing and you're one of my most favorite writers in this site,, I'll always be waiting patiently for your updates hehe,,, i hope you're always having a good day <3

Hi anon!! ╰(*´︶`*)╯💕

aww ur so nice 🥺💖 hearing u say ur hooked on la isla makes me heart flutter cause i rarely get comments on the series anymore ueue (probs bec i dont update frequently 😆) so i appreciate it vv much 🥺

and HEHEHE sanzu actually cares a lot for reader, in his own special way of course 🤣💕 ohoho 👀 won't spoil much already but all will be revealed next chap 🤗

thank u for ur sweet kind words ueue *hugs u* hope ur having a great day/night too anon! and im doing good, hoping u are too 🥺🥺🥺💖

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dlaneys · 8 years ago

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HOLA GENTE BONITA !!!!!!!!! my name is angel, my pronouns are she/her, from the mst timezone and i fcken love memes nd sonic the hedgehog ????? i am also known as reagan cardel’s mun, aka the justin bieber fc because i’m a white men wh*re ANYWAYS aint nobody got time for me draggin myself so i’m going to talk about my sweet and peachy tiny little baby DELANEY

merlin’s beard! Did you see delaney, also known as laney/delayed-ney, rocking the ravenclaw house colors in class today? How they manage to look so fit, while studying their arse off during their sixth year of schooling, is beyond me. The sixteen year old student is certainly making the lovelace family proud, aren’t they? One time, I heard someone say they look a lot like some muggle, natalia dyer– whoever that is. (ya mf girl angel, she/her, nineteen, mst.)

delaney sofia lovelace is the only child born to a muggle father (an architecture professor) and a half blood, ravenclaw mother who as soon as she married her husband, she dropped everything and anything related to the ~wizarding world~ . currently her mom is a teacher, but she teaches literature in the same uni as her husband

he knew about it tho she told him when they were going to their honeymoon #GetMrsLovelaveDraggedt

she was born in ~~~paris~~~ so oui oiu crossaint bonjour sacre bleu madmoiselle . also she is wealthy :/

anyways delaney’s childhood was a buzz of love and affection from everyone bc everyone loved her parents and when they saw how cute the little baby blue eyed baby was, they showered her with nothing but love

delaney was put in dancing classes since she was like idk 3 years old because her mom idk she was paranoid and wanted her to be ~~normal~~ and basically her whole life has been nothing but dancing and dancing to the point she had to be homeschooled bc she liked it so much she didn’t want to do anything (tho her dream was to become a doctor) laney is considered a dancing prodigy uh

think of delaney as MY DAUGHTER maddie ziegler from dance moms, she was the favorite girl nd all

BUT she was a really curious child, she would go through her dad’s personal library and read basically everything in there

once she found a wizarding book from her mom and her mom tackled her to pull it away from her

her mom didn’t want laney to b part of the wizarding world idk why tho

THEN THE DAY CAME and she got the letter and it was so funny because she got it from under the door and she went to her parents who were happily having breakfast and laney goes like “i got a card from.... hogwarts?” and her mom spit all of the coffee on her dad sljkslksjlksjsj

so her mom told her everything... and laney was so surprised and excited nd at the end of that day she would bounce her way to her room saying bibidi bobidi boo! because she was going to be a Mfcken witch!!!!

anyways she wanted to die when she arrived to hogwarts because she knew SHIT

she didn’t know anything and she would fail her exams because she couldn’t take hold on them and it was a messy beginning.... now.... she is ok!!!! she gets used to things easily and is really!!! really smart!!! damn i wish that were me

also it doesn’t help that she is so.... sweet and happy and naive...... like bubbles from the powerpuff girls so everyone thinks she is dumb as hell and i mean.... she is.... but.......... ok yes she is dumb as hell

she is basically a bouncing her way to the common room, giggling while clapping her hands, poking bubbles and lots of candies aesthetic

shout out to my girl shannon for the nickname delayed-ney!!!!! laney probably cries when she hears that nickname but whatever

delaney is smart, she really is... she is also really wise and that’s why she’s in ravenclaw just like her mom, but her personality makes her look at the world through a rose colored glass so everyone’s first thoughts when they see her is Ummm What A Dumbass

she also trips a lot, tbh she probably has her nose broken bc of all the time she has fallen. ALSO she....... is really patient and she doesn’t know what anger is. anger? who is that!!!!! but if someone finally triggers said big ass temper, she will break ur nose and fckin kill you :)

her hobbies involve exploring, baking, painting, reading, and staying up late and sneaking her way to the astronomy tower to look up at the sky because she LOOOOOOOOOOOOVES the sky yall

she is just this sweet, kinda dumb, lovely lil girl who wants to push everyone’s hopes up like a push up bra... she is really sweet

P L O T with me

#wizardintro #┊ ON TA MI PINCHI BICI PA IRME ! ❜ ooc posts.#HELOOLOOOOO

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