#but i uh. don’t know how. and im also broke

[goblinbugthing]

do yall know any simple and cheap ways to make custom pins?

i really REALLY wanna make some for myself (and maybe to sell) but idk how ;-;

[kitten4sannie]

trendsetter

reach for my goals, hit it dead center

pairing: idol ex! mingi x fem! reader

genre: an actual idol au omg, smut

summary: mingi reminds you why he was so hard to leave in the first place, well, the first few times, anyway.

w.c: 3.3k

bc i’m bigger, better

warnings: brief weed use/shotgunning (mingi’s a plug in another life btw <3), mingi’s kinda a dickhead and a master manipulator (damn double homicide), dom! mingi, subby! reader, mingi’s got a big cawk, glove ? kink? idk bro, exhibitionism, teasing, praise/degradation, pet names galore/name calling, tit play, spit, fingering, finger sucking (leads to some gagging), oral (giving), deep-throating, cum eating, grinding, kissing, size kink, breeding kink, mingi fucks reader raw on the hood of her own car hallelujahhhh

a/n: don’t blame me for this btw,, blame mingi mango and the things he’s been posting on ig 😮‍💨 this man makes me delirious istg. also i wrote this while incredibly sleep deprived just so yk !! there might be some grammar and spelling errors (as well as a general sense of lunacy ✨) regardless i hope you enjoy and please do let me know if you liked it bc feedback is like a treat for me and im a treat hungry lil goblin uwu <3

song recs: so damn into you by vlad holiday - come 2 me by johnny goth - liquid by boston manor

Mingi barely made it two steps past one of the various emergency exit doors of the booming, hectic arena, dropping his lighter on the ground when his favorite ex suddenly came waltzing back into his life again after just swiftly exiting it for the nth time.

“Where are my car keys? I know you have them,” you abruptly confronted him, snatching the lighter from the ground before he could grab it and sliding it inside your tank top, right in between your tits.

“Why would I have your car keys, sugar?” Mingi sighed exasperatedly, walking in your direction until he towered over you, gently clasping his calloused hands around your upper arms so he could rub them up and down in an effort to calm you, gently turning you around until your back pressed into the cool metal of the emergency door. “Can you use that pretty little head of yours for me, Y/N? I just performed right now. I was busy rehearsing before that. Do you really think I would take your keys from you just to keep you from leaving?”

“Yes, I do. You always do some fuck shit like this when I try to leave. Every time, Mingi.” Despite the furrow of your brow and the contempt present within your words, you couldn’t help but watch as Mingi’s thumbs began to press into the sides of your tits. When you didn’t say anything, he began to press the rest of his gloved fingers into the softness of your chest.

“Some fuck shit like this?” Mingi asked under his breath, studying your flushed face to gauge your reaction as he squeezed your tits against the palms of his rough hands, rubbing his thumbs teasingly against the thin material of your sports bra until he felt your nipples harden. “You aren’t tell me to stop, baby. Cat got your tongue?”

“I hate you…” you whispered softly, not understanding why you never had the strength to deny him, even in a public, though empty alleyway, even after you just broke up with him only a little while ago.

“You don’t seem to hate this…Your body’s responding to me…” Mingi suddenly pinched your nipples through your sports bra, chuckling at the gasp you let out. He leaned down, bringing his lips to your ear to whisper, “I bet you don’t hate how wet I’m making you right now, either. Is your cunt throbbing for me already, Y/N?”

“N-no…” You bit into your bottom lip when your ex let out a disapproving ‘uh-uh’ as you turned your head to look away from him, squeezing your thighs together, hoping your arousal wouldn’t drip past your short skirt.

With one hand still clasped around your tit to play with it, Mingi brought the other up to grasp your chin, making you face him again, so close that you were breathing in each other’s air, your parted lips almost touching. “You’ll let me check to see if you’re lying, won’t you, sugar? Can I see how many fingers I can fit inside your tight little cunt?”

You hated how much your body and soul still burned for your lecherous ex, hated how desperate you suddenly were for him to have his way with you, but what you hated most of all was the way you whimpered out, “Please, Minnie.”

Mingi groaned softly at the use of his pet name, feeling most of his blood began to head below the belt, letting go of your chin, the both of you watching as his hand disappeared underneath your skirt. He instantly slipped two thick fingers inside you up to the knuckles, despite wearing a pair of thick leather gloves, the both of you moaning at the squelching sound your bare, wet cunt made. “That’s my girl. You wore this slutty little skirt and no panties just for me, didn’t you? You don’t even care about getting out of here with your keys. You just wanted me to put my hands all over you one last time, yeah?”

Just as you were about to respond, Mingi suddenly stuffed his leather-bound fingers into your mouth, making you taste your own warm wetness. “A-aaahn,” you moaned around his moving digits, feeling them slip along your hot tongue, looking up at your ex’s intensely dark gaze.

“Suck,” he simply requested, smiling fondly at the sight of your plush lips closing around his fingers, pushing them further and further back until he made you gag around them, his cock throbbing at the sight of your teary doe eyes. “Oh, baby, if you’re going to be looking at me like that and making those pretty noises, I’m gonna lose it…but, you can take it, right? My fingers in your throat?”

You whined softly, trying your best not to gag more around his moving fingers, relaxing your throat enough so that the only sound that could be heard was your moans and the abundance of saliva in your mouth.

“Good girl.” Mingi slipped his fingers out of your mouth and pressed his lips onto your cheek, whispering, “Can you take my cock down your throat next, pretty girl? I worked so hard to perform tonight, you know. Don’t you think I deserve head from my favorite ex?”

“Uh-huh,” you found yourself agreeing, your head still fuzzy from having his fingers inside your mouth, desperate to have something else warm and thick on your tongue, thankful for the heavy hand that began to push your head down until your bare knees were resting against the cold concrete below.

“Say ‘aaah’,” Mingi cooed darkly from above, expertly undoing his thick belt buckle and lowering his pants until his stiff, reddened cock smacked up into his abdomen. It was then that his hands were drawn to either side of your head, barely giving you enough time to open your mouth before he thrusted forward, the tip of his cock instantly hitting the back of your throat. “Fuckkkk, that’s a good slut. You don’t have to be my girlfriend to be my fuck toy, huh, baby?”

Your moans of approval were instantly muffled by the massive cock that was being stuffed inside your throat by your eager ex, as you reached up to grasp at his hips, the shiny lighter that was still sitting in between your tits starting to jostle around due to Mingi’s rough movements.

Suddenly reminded of his post-concert ritual, Mingi reached into his back pocket and placed a joint between his lips, then fished the lighter out from between your tits, but not before he squished one of them for the hell of it. He rolled the dial on the lighter a few times before a flame sparked, bringing it up and lighting the tip of his joint.

The strong aroma of Mingi’s flower reached you in an instant, having to blink your many tears away to watch him take a deep puff of it and blow it out into your face. Your lips tingling from the immense stretch, you sputtered around his pulsing cock, suddenly pulling away, letting your spit laced lips rest against his leaking tip, weakly licking at the pre-cum that spilled from it. “M-minnie…”

“Why’d you stop?” Mingi grunted, biting on the tip of the joint to keep it from falling from his lips, looking down at you with his sharp, slightly red eyes. Using his free hand to jerk himself off with his cockhead pressed to your lips and smearing his pre-cum over them just for his own enjoyment, he slowly realized what was up. “Oh, you want a hit? Aren’t you precious? Come here.”

Mingi slowly lowered himself down into a crouching position, letting go of his cock to grab your chin with his arousal coated fingers, taking in a deeper inhale, the majority of the joint turning to ash, just as he flicked it away into the gutter. He pressed his lips onto yours in an open-mouthed kiss, neither of you bothering to close your eyes as he slowly filled your lungs with smoke.

Just as you began to choke while trying to exhale all the smoke, Mingi dragged his tongue across your own and over your top set of teeth just because he felt like it, before standing back up. “I bet you’re feeling real good now, baby. That was top shelf.” He spat into the palm of his hand and lubed up his cock, before patting your cheek and sliding himself back into the hot haven that was your throat, not wasting a single second to begin pumping himself inside it again, almost like he had never stopped.

Now that both your body and brain were delightfully clouded with a heavy, lustful high, you felt like you could cum just from getting ruthlessly throat-fucked alone, your nails digging into Mingi’s bare hips, more and more tears and saliva dripping along your flushed skin the longer he abused your tiny throat with his oversized length.

“Fuck, I can’t handle it when you cry and drool like that just from sucking my cock, baby. I’m gonna fucking cum,” Mingi groaned deeply from above you, rested his forearms against the emergency door, thrusting sloppily into your mouth. He let out a few short, whiny moans once he began to shudder, plunging his throbbing cock deep inside your throat and staying still. “Oh, shit, I’m cumming. Take my load, princess, ohh my god, that’s it.”

You swallowed the warm, salty liquid as it shot down your throat, only to open your mouth and present your tongue when Mingi pulled out and began to slowly milk his cock, taking the rest of his load on your tongue, not swallowing and simply letting it drip down, a few drops spilling down your chin and getting onto your tits.

“Mm, that’s my messy girl. You’re waiting for me to feed it to you, huh?” Mingi licked at his plush lips from witnessing your obedient nod, pushing his soft cock back into his pants and waiting for you to stand up so that he could collect some of the cum that had escaped your mouth and pushed it back into your mouth. “That’s right, babygirl, clean it all up for me. Mm-hmm, just like that.”

Once you slurped the rest of his load off of his fingers, you wrapped your arms around Mingi’s neck, pressing your heated body into his. “Mingiiii, please fuck me, I can’t take it,” you begged him underneath your breath, pressing your lips onto his neck up to his tense jawline.

“Oh, yeah? You can’t live without this dick, can you?” he questioned you huskily, bringing his wrists up to his mouth one by one to pull his gloves off with his teeth, before reaching past your waist to roughly squeeze his warm hands into your ass. When you grimaced up at him, he tugged your skirt up and spread your ass open to run his fingers down your wet slit from behind, making you whimper. “Admit it, and i’ll fuck you stupid, princess.”

Swallowing down any remaining dignity you had along with the remnants of your ex’s load, you lifted one leg up to hook it around his slim waist, allowing him easier access to you wet cunt, shuddering at the sensation of him shallowly slipping his fingers into and out of you just to tease you. “I can’t live without your cock, Mingi, okay? No one fucks me like you do, so please, make me yours.”

Mingi rubbed the abundant wetness around your cunt, licking his lips hungrily, staring down at you past his dark shades. “Right here? Right now?”

“Yes.”

“What if someone sees, princess?”

“I don’t give a fuck if someone sees, just fuck me, please!”

Mingi grinned crookedly, finding deep amusement in your desperation, considering how you were acting just a little while ago. “Where’s your car, baby?”

You pointed down the dark alleyway. “It’s just around the corner over there.”

Mingi looked over his shoulder, then picked you up from the ground, hooking both of your thighs around his waist and carrying you over to your car, massaging his hands into your thighs on the way. “I don’t have any condoms, you know.”

When Mingi laid you down on the hood of your car, the cool metal sending goosebumps up and down your exposed, heated skin, you shook your head and smiled softly. “When has that ever stopped you?”

“Don’t act like you don’t love when I fuck you raw, and leave you stuffed full of my cum…” Still in between your legs, Mingi bent down to leave kisses, licks, and bites along your neck and collarbone, lowering his pants down just enough to free his length, his slick cock growing hard and heavy against your bare cunt. “Fuck, and when I use my fingers to shove my nut back inside your cunt after…mm, I’m honestly surprised you’re not knocked up for me already…”

“Mingi,” you whined disapprovingly, despite the fresh wave of slick coating your ex’s cock as it repeatedly rubbed back and forth along your cunt.

“What, I thought you liked being my cumslut…my little breeding bitch…my pump n’ dump princess…” Mingi recited playfully, teasing your fluttering hole with the tip of his cockhead, just about driving you to the brink of insanity withi his teasing.

“Shut up, Min, oh my god…”

“Why don’t you shut me up then?” he suggested, hovering close enough to your face for you to pull him in for a desperate kiss that consisted mainly of tongue and teeth, your mouths occasionally making contact in between tongue swipes and lip bites, the both of you panting all the while.

Growing impatient, you slipped your fingers into his choppy hair, tugging his head back until your lips parted, a few strands of saliva still connecting them. “If you don’t put your cock inside me in the next two seconds, I’m going to bite it off. You hear me, Song Mingi?”

Groaning breathily when you tugged at his hair again, Mingi let out a few soft chuckles, taking his shades off and setting them down on the corner of the hood. “Using my government name like that….I must’ve teased you too much. My poor angel, so desperate for cock. I’ll fuck you good, baby. I’ll make it up to you,” he sighed, as he wrapped his fingers around his length, guiding the tip to your entrance and sliding all the way in with ease, the both of you letting out obscene moans. Without any hesitation, Mingi began to buck his hips wildly, his metal belt banging against the hood of your car with each thrust. “Oh, fuck. You feel that? Is it good for you?”

“Yes…!” you cried out, barely about to speak, let alone function, now that your beloved ex was rearranging your guts with his colossal cock.

Huffing, Mingi threw your legs up over his shoulders and laid his body weight on you, essentially folding you in half. He ran his tongue along your jaw, before nipping at it, whispering, “God, you’re always so fucking tight, princess. Gonna milk me for all I’ve got, huh? Cuz’ you’re my good little slut, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh, just for you, Minnie…”

“Mm-hmm, that’s why you’re still here even after you broke up with me earlier, baby…why you’re taking my cock on the hood of your car where anyone can see you…” Mingi continued, squeezing his hands into the plumpness of your thighs, getting a good grip on them, so that he could drive himself into you as hard as he possibly could, punching short, breathy moans out of you. “You sound so pretty for me, baby, and fuck, you’re so wet right now….You’re gonna cream all over my cock, aren’t you?”

As soon as it felt like Mingi’s oversized cock had slammed directly into your cervix, you let out an abrupt yell, an overwhelming amount of pleasure suddenly shooting through your body like lightning. “Fuck…! I’m cumming, Minnie, it’s so– oh my god.” You were gonna start whimpering and crying when Mingi gently placed his warm hand over your mouth, watching him nod his head knowingly at you, his suddenly softened gaze never leaving yours.

“That’s a good girl, such a good girl for me, Y/N,” Mingi sighed against your ear, the hot, wet sounds of your bodies colliding together and the ringing inside your ears almost too loud for you to hear him properly. Feeling your wetness pour out onto his cock, Mingi let go of your mouth and cradled your face instead, pressing slow, meaningful kisses onto your lips, a few drops of sweat dripping along the shaved sections of his hair just as your trembling fingers drifted along it. “Want it inside, yeah?”

“Yeah…” you whispered against his moving lips, not even realizing when you were clutching him impossibly close to you.

“That’s my baby…” Mingi pulled all the way out, your mixed arousal forming a milky foam around the base of his cock, before he slowly pushed all the way back in, just in time for him to paint your insides white with his seemingly endless load. He hugged you close to him all the while, pressing kiss and kiss onto your lips, face, and neck, knowing that your turbulent time together was about to come to an end, and wishing he could turn the clock back to spend another second with you.

Once your highs began to fade, you cleared your throat and slowly sat up, the both of you silently fixing your disheveled clothes and hair in a poor attempt to look presentable in the case of a random passerby.

“So…since you don’t have my keys, I’m not sure how I’m gonna get out of here,” you sighed, about to push yourself off of the hood of your car when Mingi helped you off instead, annoyed that he was suddenly acting gentlemanly when he had shown you nothing of the sort beforehand.

Smiling apologetically, Mingi fished around in one of his pockets and held your keys up to you. “I took them out of your purse before the show started.” Seeing the anger blossom on your pretty, flushed face, he continued, “Listen, I just wanted you to hear me out before you left and never came back to me, baby. I love you.”

You snatched the keys out of his hand and crossed your arms over your chest, leaning back to sit on the hood of your car, keeping your thighs pressed together to keep everything from leaking out of you. “You don’t get to say that after you just made me your ‘pump n’ dump princess’, you idiot.”

“But I didn’t dump you, Y/N. You’re the one who dumped me!” Mingi whined, his lower lip jutting out in a pout, his brown eyes growing wide and puppy-like.

You couldn’t help but begin to laugh, not only at the ludicrous situation you were both in, but at the truth of his statement. Wiping a tear from your eye, you clicked your keys to unlock your car and walked around to the driver’s side.

“Where are you going? Are you leaving me?”

“No, we’re going to the store to get Plan B, dummy. I’m not about to let Mingi Jr. run around and terrorize the city,” you replied, gazing at your ex, the sight of his childlike amusement making you feel a bit soft towards him.

“I call shotgun!” Mingi called, eagerly heading to the passenger door, practically bouncing on his heels.

“There’s only two of us,” you giggled, sitting down in the car with him.

“For now.” Mingi wiggled his eyebrows at you.

You turned the ignition on, shaking your head, the corners of your lips hurting from how long you had been smiling. “Never say that shit again.”

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[rubywithecat]

Tokyo revengers boys when you ignore them after one night stand (pt.1)

Mikey

-he almost doesnt recognize you

-when he senses the familiar scent when you passed through him, he couldnt help but turned his head

-"Hey wait" he called out. "do i know you?"

-U frozed. "I dont know you..." u lied. He walked to face you and looked you carefully. U broke the eye contact and excused yourself.

-he grabbed your hand which made your body gravitated toward his chest

-"your a bad liar" his lips nearly toucing yours. "plz dont ignore me. ive been searching u everywhere"

Ran Haitani

-He thought he would just forget you as like he does for many women who he had slept with

-But something about u made him craving u more, maybe cuz of ur innocence (u were a virgin)

- U were going to ur class when u heard a smiliar voice, u quickly hide when u caught a glimpse of him

-he was on his phone and he seemed to like noticed that u hide, he smirked

-"Rindou, I will call u back" he closed his phone and walked toward where u were

-ur heart was beating so fast and u just prayed he would passed through and closed ur eyes

-"Found ya" he whispered, loud enough for u to hear. "U who snaked away from me after i gave u ur first best night ever. Don’t u think it’s a lil bit unfair to me?” he grabbed ur waist as if he could read ur mind about escaping

-"u cant run away from me second time, Miss"

Chifuyu Matsuno

-He tried to forget about what happened that night and didnt even think he could meet u again

-when he saw u at the mall, he was about to call u out but he saw u with a kid, he thought its ur kid

-he didnt try to talk with u anymore cuz he doesnt wanna be a threat to ur marriage or smth

-u also saw him but u were too nervous to go and talk cuz u liked that guy so much “what if he doesn’t remember me? I would just embarrass myself” u whispered to urself

-as u guys parted, u were sad and hopeless

-"hey (kid name), i need to use toilet. dont go anywhere before i come back,okay?' u bent down to the kids height and smiled.

-"Yes” he replied cutely. "Good boy." u told him and go to toilet quickly.

-just a hen u come back, u saw him talking to a guy so u rushed quickly.

-"how old r u?" u could hear slightly. "i am 8" ur nephew answered.

-"what did i tell u (kid name)?Dont talk to random--' u scolded him before realizing that guy

-"he just saved me from some bad guys who tried to steal our shopping bags" ur nephew answered.

"Oh god" u sighed and turned back to him, but dont dare to look at him. "Umm... thank u for saving my nephew..." u said awkwardly.

-He was stunned but he felt relieved and glad that he wasn’t ur son

-U were about to walk away when he started to talk, "Im sure we met before, right?"

-U looked back at him and he was smiling at u and it was not a question. He remembered u and will not let u go anymore

Hanma Shuji

-From the moment he saw u, he couldn’t lie to himself that he fell in love with u

-Whenever he fcks someone he always think about u

-He was pissed that u left him after s*x without even leaving ur number

-He tried his best to forget u

-u didnt expect to meet a one night stand u met last year at the club u work

-Ur not like a stripper or anything like that. U work as a waitress there as u have no choice to pay for ur collage

-U quickly covered ur face as he walked passed through

-"maybe he wont even remember me at all. It was long time ago" u relieved. But then he stopped.

-"Hey" he called u. "Wtf- plz don’t remember me" u mumbled. U dont wanna invlove in gang things so its best to stay away

-"Do u know where are vip rooms?" he asked u

-"Uh— it’s at ur left, sir" U didnt dare to look back and just answered nervously, hoping he doesn’t see ur face

-U stared at u from behind for a sec and then walked away, smoking.

-“U see that girl over there? Bring her to my room” he ordered the waiter

-“Sir, I’m afraid she’s just a waitress and doesn’t do that kind of thing ya know…” the waiter answered, afraid “I- could suggest u the best beautiful stripper in our club. I’m sure u will be satis—“ before he could finish his word, he was punched to the ground.

-“Useless shits” he mumbled as he looked down and wiped the blood strain on his ring “Bring her to me” he said and left as he threw sone cash to the waiter face.

-U entered the dim light room, written “VIP” cuz ur coworker begged u so u empathized him

-“Were u searching for me?” U said impatiently and faked to be confident when u were trembling inside. “Look, just to be clear, im not interested in sleeping with u. I just come to tell u that so plz leave me alone and my coworkers, sir”

-Hanma just laughed helplessly as he finds that cute and as u were about to leave, he tightly hugged u from behind and kissed ur neck, leaving a mark

-“Who said I care whether ur intreated or not?” he smirked. “U were already mine. Don’t u dare run away from me… please?” His voice changed. It was the first time he begged for someone and u also feel that part of u just can’t resist him

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A/N: Hi! Welcome back y’all! <3 So, I have been disappearing for a long time cuz of final exam and now it’s over so I can finally write back and have a lot of ideas that I wanna share with u guys. <3

Sorry for not being able to respond the requests but now that I’m free, I will be open to ur requests again! :*

And I hope u guys like this one and any supports are very much appreciated, loves <33

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[hcsiqs]

| i love you, im sorry

• pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

• summary: inspired by gracie abram’s i love you im sorry

• warnings: angst ?? mean!paige kinda…

I like to slam doors closed

Trust me, I know it's always about me

I love you, I'm sorry

“Paige, please,” you begged as tears fell from your eyes and you tried to get the blonde girl to look at you, but she refused. “Don’t just push me away!”

“Go y/n! I don’t need you anymore, ok?” she replied, hurt evident in her voice. She jerked her arm away from you.

She had just torn her ACL and wanted nothing to do with anyone, especially you. It seemed like everything you had been doing for the past few weeks set her off. She hated the way you tried to help her and the fact that it seemed you pitted her, even though you weren’t trying to. You just wanted to help her, that’s all you ever want to do.

“I’m just trying to be there for you,” your voice dropped into a softer voice as mascara stained your cheeks.

“Well I don’t need you to be here for me or whatever the fuck,” she ran her hands down her face.

“I wanna help because I love you P,” you tried reminding her that all of this came from your love for her, but she didn’t wanna hear it.

“I don’t love you anymore,” her voice broke as she her piercing blue eyes made contact with your own and you could see that she meant every word.

You bit your lip trying to hold back your sniffles as your lips curved into a frown without you even trying. Your arms crossed over your body as you let out a hushed, “Ok,” before packing all your things from her room into a bag and leaving without saying another word. That was the last time you talked to Paige junior year.

Two summers from now

We'll have been talking, but not all

that often, we're cool now

Paige had decided to stay an extra year at UConn due to her injury that she suffered from a few years prior. And you just so happened to also be staying at UConn to get your graduates degree.

Obviously going to the same school you two had bumped into each other and exchanged a few words, but nothing much, both always seeming to be in a rush to avoid the awkwardness.

You had decided on taking a few summer classes and as you were walking with your head down you found yourself run into a taller figure. When you stepped back you immediately recognized who it was.

“Paige,” you said with a tight lipped smile.

“Y/N,” she replied with the same smile before shooing her teammates off. “How’ve you been?” she asked awkwardly pushing some of her hair behind her ear.

“Good,” you nodded, “Staying busy, you?”

“Yeah, yeah, good,” she replied nodding her head while shoving her hands into her pockets. “You—uh—you look good,” her eyes scanned you up and down, something you had gotten used to when you were together.

“Thanks. You too,” you were trying to keep the interaction short and sweet, not wanting to get into anything. “I gotta go, but see you around?”

“For sure,” she nodded before you walked off and tried erasing the entire interaction from your brain.

It wasn’t like you had talked at all in the past two years. You had your civil interactions here and there but never had them for too long. And you wanted to keep it that way. You wanted it to just stay cool between the two of you. Not wanting to bring up y’all’s past.

You were the best but you were the worst

As sick as it sounds, I loved you first

You had just finished your fall semester finals, so you and your friends decided to celebrate and get rid of all the stress by going to Ted’s and getting drunk.

It just so happened to be the same night that the UConn women’s basketball team had won a hard game against one of the best schools, and they had all decided to out to celebrate.

And that’s how you found yourself staring down a certain blonde at the bar who was obviously flirting with another girl. You kept telling yourself that it shouldn’t bother you because you had broken up almost two years ago now, but you could shake the “I loved her first” from your brain as you watched the two.

So, you took another shot to try and distract yourself. The burning sensation trickled down your throat before walking past Paige, ‘accidentally’ hitting her arm.

And once you found yourself in the comfortable muffled silence of the bathroom the door swung open to reveal the tall blonde basketball player. “What’s your problem? You’ve been staring at me all fuckin night long.”

“Have not,” you slurred, rolling your eyes and turning away from her to look in the mirror. Your lipstick was smudged from all the drinks you had taken and your mascara was messy under your eyes from continually rubbing them.

Paige moved closer to you, but not too close, almost scared that if she did you would run away and she would lose her chance. “Yeah. You have.”

“No,” you shook your head, meeting her gaze through the mirror.

“Dude, just fucking talk to me!”

“No! You don’t get to act like what happened is my fucking fault,” you raised your voice turning to the side to actually look at her up close. “You pushed me away, not the other way around.”

“I know and I regret it everyday. But every time I try to talk to you, you rush off!” Paige started moving her hands to represent her frustration with the situation.

“Why would I wanna talk to someone who is just going around flirting with random girls,” you snapped back before even realizing what you were saying. But as soon as the words left your mouth you immediately slammed your lips shut, afraid of what might come from them if you didn’t.

“So that’s what this is about?”

“No! Yes? I don’t know, okay?” your hands found their way into your hair, brushing it back with your fingers.

A moment of silence fell between the both of you. Neither really knowing what to say in the moment.

“Forget what I said,” you shook your head, wanting to disappear from the entire moment.

“I miss you,” she confessed as you tried pushing past her to get out of the small room.

You felt as if your heart was gonna beat out of your chest at those words. The words you had been wanting to hear since your fight two years ago. The words you had fought to hear that same night but never did.

“I miss you too, P,” your drunken self admitted. Your glossy eyes meeting hers. It seemed like your heart had stopped in that moment and nothing existed but the two of you.

I love you, I'm sorry

allie’s corner

this is lowkey poop im sorry

[ro-writesstuff]

silent treatment- hozier

pairing: female reader x hozier

a/n: still reeling over the fact that i saw him in concert... also i love this picture of him

summary: andrew accidentally flirts with a fan.

warnings: jealousy and angst if you squint

word count: 347

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not my gif!

“Y/N, please speak.” 

It was laughable how oblivious he was sometimes. Sure, you knew dating a musician would have its cons, but this one was the worst one. 

You and Andrew were out to dinner and a fan spotted him. They were nice enough at first, asking for a photo and you thought it was the end of it. But the fan decided to stay a while, stood next to your table flirting with your boyfriend right in front of you. After a very silent car ride home, Andrew knew something was wrong.   

“Are you okay?” He said, throwing his keys on the table. 

“‘M fine, why?”

“Dunno, you just seem… oh.” 

You took a breath as the realization appeared on his face. You weren’t angry, just annoyed he didn’t realize it earlier. 

“I’m sorry, okay? I thought she was just joking around. I didn’t realize she was flirtin with me.” You rolled your eyes, feeling the jealousy start to stir again. 

He grabbed your hands. “Darlin’, look I love you. No one else, okay? You’re perfect. You’re mine. I wouldn’t dream of being with anybody but you. Not even a lady of the evening”, he said with a wink, trying to lighten the mood. 

You looked at him with a cocked eyebrow. 

Shit. He panicked. “N- Not that you’re not great in bed, baby I promise you are, you- woo! some of the things you do, I- you’re fantastic. Anyway, also- not that I would get a whore, ’re anything, I- uh. That’s weird, and unsanitary. I just-“ 

You broke out into laughter. “Andrew, oh my god calm down.” 

He sighed in relief as a big smile spread across his face. He knew you couldn’t stay mad at him for too long. 

“I jus- Im sorry okay! I shouldn’t have said anything else,” He laughed, inching closer to you. “Do you forgive me now?” 

“Yes, honey. I forgive you.” You climbed into his arms. 

“Thank heavens, I don’t know what the fuck I would’ve said if you didn’t cut me off.” 

“Honestly, would’ve been pretty entertaining.”

[todorokies]

THE ONE WHERE YOU REFUSE TO KEEP QUIET. . !

𝝑𝑒 contents: john marston x female reader, nsfw, modern au (sawry im a sucker for 'em), cunnilingus, fingering, pet names (pretty & darling), pussy drunk john. . . 754 words

𝝑𝑒 a/n: dabbling in a diff fandom for my comeback to writing is crazy ik but i hope u all enjoy regardless :3 im rusty i alr know

“did i ever tell you about what happened at my work last week?”

you let out a shaky breath as you cautiously ran your fingers through the hair of the man who is currently situated between your legs, eagerly lapping at your dripping cunt collecting everything you could offer to him.

there’s a momentary lack of a response from your companion, your question hangs in the thin air as the crude sounds of squelching bounces off the walls alongside with your airy moans that seep out more than intended to.

you rack your fingers once more through his long hair and tug at his roots which aids as a warning.

with not enough force to seriously hurt him, but for a low guttural groan to escape from his chest causing small vibrations against your already sensitive pussy.

he apologetically sucks on your puffy clit before he comes up for air then replaces his hot mouth with two fingers to rub tight circles on your nub, “no, pretty, you haven’t. what happened at work?” he inquired with a strained expression on his face.

his pupils are blown out and unstable as he quickly shifts his focus between your glowy face and your pussy that’s aching to be stuffed by him. however, you were pretty adamant on him eating you out instead.

john ducks his head back in between the plush of your thighs continuing his ministrations, noticeably slowing his pace for you to get your words out.

you whine with a small buck of your hips, “apparently we’re having some budget cuts nggh in a f-few weeks. . . which —oh fuckk— also includes employees.”

“uh-huh?” john mumbles against you. your words enter one of his ear and exits the other, more focused on alternating from long vertical strides from your hole to your clit then skillfully circling around it with his tongue.

his calloused hand grips at your ass pulling you even closer to his face in attempt at get every last drop.

“y-yeah, and my manager had the damn nerve to—mghm keep doing that and i’ll cum~”

your chest heaves as john spreads open your folds to dip his tongue into your pussy, visibly enjoying the way you desperately clench around the wet muscle.

he deeply chuckles and you shiver due to his stubble scratching at your skin, “what did your manager do, darling?” he incoherently slurs his words but you were able to pick it up.

“she broke the news during rush hour. i-i mean what a bitch, right!”

“a bitch indeed,” he affirms as he slowly pushes two fingers in your wet hole, ogling at the way you take his digits with ease, fully coating them with your slick.

you throw your head backwards against the leather couch that’s supporting your back. you once again find residence in his black locks, roughly tugging this time around.

a broken whimper lively dances off your lips as your eyes roll back; you could feel the coil forming in the pit of your stomach.

“feels so good… don’t fuckin' stop..” you mindlessly ushered out. the sensation of his fingers pumping in and out, dragging against your tight walls as well as the added pleasure of his tongue swirling and suckling at your sensitive clit almost has you over the edge.

just when john finally thought he’d shut you up for good this time, your lewd moans and pants get broken down till you find the strength to add another comment about your dilemma.

“a-and there’s talk of my f-favourite coworker—”

“—ya know, how about you tell me the rest of ya little story after i make you cum.” john interrupts your soon-to-be babbling session, stopping all of his movements altogether.

he places a chaste kiss onto your clit and looks at you for permission to continue. you nod with a squeaky whine, already dizzy and eager for him to resume.

“oh darling, what am i ever gonna do with you?” he whispered against your cunt as he continued pumping his fingers at a steady albeit fast pace and quickly reattached his mouth back on your clit.

you soon cum hard on his fingers followed by a few more tugs at his hair to signal you were ready to tap out.

he licks his fingers, maintaining eye contact as he groans loudly at the taste of you. so sweet. . .just for him.

his voice is hoarse as he slips your panties back on and then gives you his undivided attention,

“so…what was that about your favourite coworker?”

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[dmercer91]

worlds greatest ethan, ee73

in which ethan proves to be better than other ethans (18+)

smth small and a little silly cause i miss you guys real bad (1.2k)

also i did not know what to title this so it’s worlds greatest ethan. like the dad mugs. help me

“anyone ever told you how fuckin’ handsy you get when you’re high?” you shrugged ethan’s arm off from around your shoulder and he grinned, leaning in so you’d place your joint between his lips

he savoured the hit, blowing the smoke out the window and then looking back over at you.

“anyone ever told you how pretty you look when you’re high?” he flirted, watching intently as you took your own long drag

you handed him the pre-roll, leaning forward and opening up the mini fridge in the abandoned van you were in and grabbing a pop for yourself

“how’d you even find this place?” he mumbled, leaning his head back on the couch that was behind him

you cracked open your pop can and sat back down in your spot beside him, his arm immediately finding its place back around your shoulders

you rolled your eyes, sipping your drink before responding

“with my ex,” he hummed slightly, taking the drink from your hand and stealing some. you glared at him and he only put the drink down, ignoring your distaste

“other ethan?” he asked, placing the joint in front of you, eyes dilating as you took a drag, letting him hold it for you.

you nodded, inhaling and exhaling while trying to ignore his gaze that was locked in on your lips

to snap him out of it, you grabbed his arm and took it off of you, then flicked him in the forehead, a warning not to put it back.

you furrowed your eyebrows when he put out your shared fix, pushing the ashtray to the side

“just putting it out there- i’m probably like, way better at fucking than other ethan,” he stated, earning a chuckle

“oh, see, well im never gonna find out cause i have a rule against fucking ethans. i’ve never met a girl who’s dated a non-traumatizing ethan,” he hummed and scanned your face, smirking a little

“what about making out with ethans? with heavily implied sexual undertones that will probably lead to fucking, or whatever,” he joked, smiling at his own comment while fighting off a laugh

you pursed your lips, biting back your grin as to not egg on his attempts.

“hm. well, sometimes. but this one ethan is really pretty and so i know if we make out then i’m probably gonna end up with his dick in me and we don’t want that, do we?” ethan broke, giggling and shaking his head at you

“no. no, we definitely want that, actually. it would be really beneficial for all parties involved,” he explained, turning his body so he was facing you

you bit your lip in contemplation, ethan’s hands moving to soothe along your lower thigh gently.

you glared at him and he smiled back, tilting his head to the side. “c’mere” he mumbled, moving one hand to pat his lap and sliding down the other to tug a little by your knee.

“c’mon, baby. sit, i won’t bite,” he teased, smiling as you got up onto your knees and turned, straddling his lap.

“there we go,” he murmured, squeezing your hips and adjusting you slightly, slotting his nose next to yours and brushing your lips together softly

he waited for you to finish making the first move. you pressed your lips to his, your hands squeezing his shoulders and occasionally moving up to ruffle his hair

long, simple kisses quickly turned to open mouthed, heated ones that had you moaning against him. his grip on your hips tightened and he soon started tugging, dragging you back and forth on his lap

“mm. ethan- nuh uh,” you breathed out, barely interrupting your kisses before they resumed right where they left off

he hummed an ‘m hm’ into you, nodding slightly into the kiss as if he was arguing your demand.

“eddy, you can’t-“ he cut you off with a hand on the back of your head, guiding you into another kiss, along with his hips adjusting so he could guide you to grind on him with one arm.

the shift caused him to press into you tighter, your core throbbing at the feeling.

you whimpered out, ethan smiling into one last kiss before trailing his lips down your neck, nipping.

he hummed as your head lolled back, giving him access to any spot he desired.

“what, baby? i can’t what?” his tone was one of false sincerity, his words a jumbled mess since he was far too focused on brushing your sweater off your shoulder and trailing his mouth there.

“can’t- you can’t. oh, my god. what the fuck is wrong with me,” you whispered, your mind hazy and your hips now moving of your own volition despite ethan’s arm still guiding you

the hand that had been behind your head moved to work off your sweater, then unlace your shorts.

“feel good?” he mumbled, mouth moving to one nipple and quickly to the next, giving each a little attention before moving his head up right

“mh, feels good,” you confirmed, eyes fluttered shut.

he gave you a soft peck on the lips, slowly giving up on his control of your hips and smirking when he saw that you were still grinding, still wanting it.

“yeah? who’s making you feel good?” he asked, only humming to serve as a repetition of his question when you buried your head away in his neck.

“you,” you whispered faintly, gripping onto his bicep roughly

“hm? what was that, baby?” he murmured, fingers slipping into the front of your shorts and quickly swiping through your folds, using the wetness to make circles on your clit.

they were featherlight, but tight and powerful.

you moaned into his ear, the sound broken and rough, your inebriated state not helping with your sensitivity to his touch.

he turned his head slightly, almost looking down at you while waiting for your response.

he tapped your thigh with his free hand and you shook your head slightly, trying to get it on straight.

“you, ethan. you’re making me- fucking, god. that’s-“ you inhaled sharply as he added pressure amid your sentence, effectively cutting you off

“and you don’t fuck guys named ethan?” he smiled, still looking down at you, now enough for you to see the grin he was wearing

“i don’t,” you held your guard, despite his pace slowing right down and then speeding back up, over and over

your eyes fluttered back as he switched his circles to his thumb and slid a finger inside you, cries muffling into his shoulder.

you bit down on him slightly when he added a second, clawing at his other shoulder with your nails.

“most people refer to me as eddy, anyways. i’m hardly even an ethan,” he stated matter of factly, like his fingers weren’t curling up against spots you hadn’t even reached in your dreams

“yeah.. yeah, it’d be like i was fucking an ed. which, ew, but.. no rules against ed’s,” you rushed out, breathless and your head spinning.

he chuckled, petting your hair sweetly so you’d look down at him. you did, eyes glassed over as you fought your orgasm.

“i won’t stop, baby. just tell me you want me to fuck you and i’ll give you anything you want,” he cooed, kissing your forehead a few times.

you whined, your nails pressing deeper into his shoulder and earning a small huff of a moan from him

“want- ..want you to fuck me, e. please?” you begged, ethan smiling at your desperation and the fact that he’d finally get to have you

“gonna fuck you, baby. don’t worry,”

[hannahluvsbillie]

miss me?

★~ pairing : billie eilish x reader

★~ cw : none

a/n : this fic is so messy and it’s absolute dog shit but i have crazy writers block rn im sorry guys 😣😣

a/n 2 : no this isn’t a part of the casual series!! trying to aim for this week or next for part 3

the sounds of blaring music and people talking filled your ears, constantly. you were dragged to this party.

your friends say it’s because you haven’t been out often since- well since you and billie broke up.

but how can they blame you? she was your soul tie, your other half. and they think you can get over her in a couple of weeks? you can only wish it was that easy.

you lean your head back on the back of the couch, looking at how the lights flash annoyingly bright colors.

god you just wanted to go home.

well, that was until you hear a familiar voice.

your head snaps to the side, only to see billie. she wasn’t supposed to be here, you hadn’t seen her in months.

your breathing speeds up, it feels like you haven’t seen her in years. she looks so different- yet the same.

her hair is the same, except now it’s just black. she changed the red roots you loved so much.

her voice was the same, her laugh, not that you’d expect that to change, it just felt foreign to hear that sound again after not hearing it for months.

you see her look over in your direction, if you weren’t staring at her in absolute awe, you wouldn’t of seen the way her eyes widen just a millimeter when she sees you.

it seems like you both didn’t expect to see each other again.

it’s felt like you two are planets apart, watching her live through social media, listening to her new songs just to realize who they’re about.

before you know it, she’s walking over. you look down at your phone, trying to ignore her gaze.

“hey, haven’t seen you in a minute.”

she says, her voice as soft and playful as you remember it. it felt like rediscovering your once favorite song.

you look up at her from your phone, your eyebrows raising just a smidge.

“hi” is all you manage to get out before she speaks again

“you seem like you don’t want to be here.” she says, she notices the way your eyes are sunken in just a little, you look skinnier, and not in a good way. you look so familiar but so different.

“yeah, i really don’t.” you say, looking away from her gaze, looking at a wall beside you. anything to ignore those eyes.

before you know it, she’s sitting next to you on the couch.

“so, how have you been?” she says, her voice sounds like she knows the answer already. she also knows your going to lie.

“uh- fine.” you say, looking back at her.

but not into her eyes. you couldn’t handle it.

you could smell the alcohol in her breath, since when did she drink?

your brows furrow in confusion for just a second, before you relax your face and take a sip of your drink, letting silence fall over the both of you.

“how’s shark?” you ask out of pure awkwardness, what else were you supposed to ask her?

“oh uh- he’s fine. i think he misses you though.” she says, laughing softly. she looks up to see you smiling with her, she’s missed your laugh.

silence once again falls over the two of you, not having any words left to say. but there was this unspoken tension, like you needed to talk but didn’t know how to start the conversation.

“since when did you drink?” you say, looking down at my feet.

you glance up at her, looking into her eyes. her eyes are no longer on yours.

she realizes you noticed the smell of alcohol in her breath.

“since we ended things.” she says, sounding almost embarrassed. she was never a drinker.

your eyes widen for a moment, nodding slowly.

did she really start drinking then? there’s no way. she seems so.. good now.

“oh.” is all you manage to get out, not knowing what to say to that. was it your fault?

you hear her take a deep breath, as if she’s gaining the courage to say something. you glance over at her to see her looking at you like your the only person in the world.

“i really miss you y/n.” she speaks, speaking fast, like she didn’t want you to hear it.

your head snaps over to look at her, you barely heard her over the music and people chatting, but you heard it. loud and clear.

you take a deep breath, it was like everything came back to you then. specifically why you two broke up. the constant fighting and screaming matches, the secretiveness of it all.

“billie you can’t do this to me.” you say, softer then anything else you’ve said. she immediately looks away from you, as if she realizes she just fucked everything up for a second time.

“yeah- fuck- sorry.” she says, grabbing her drink from the table and getting up. she stands up, looking at you.

“just- call me if you ever feel the same.” she says quickly, before walking away, into the crowd of the party.

[luvrrgirl444]

chapter 14: genius

IRL, INSTAGRAM!

“hi, y/n and i’m here today with genius to explain the lyrics of my song ‘kill bill’.” you smiled at the camera.

“so, fun fact about kill bill is that it actually only took about 6 hours to produce. i, uh-” you laughed. “i saw this thing online and it made me feel some type of way, and i was like ‘i need to release what i feel right now.’ so, i took out my songbook and went crazy. i called up my friend jean, my producer, and i was crying,” you laughed again, and made a phone gesture with your hand and brought it up to your ear. “and i was like, ‘bro i just wrote these lyrics, can we make a song right now?’ and we did, in like 6 hours.”

VERSE 1

i’m still a fan even though i was salty

hate to see you with some other broad, know you happy

hate to see you happy if i’m not the one driving

“the person that this song is about is actually also an artist, and he’s actually really talented. so basically, i was saying that even though i hate that nigga,” you stuck up your middle finger. “he’s still a great artist, unfortunately. the next two lines are literal, uh, about a month, maybe a month and a half after we broke up, he was posted up with another girl. which was honestly really shitty because he broke up with me to ‘focus on his music’” you quirked your eyebrow and used quotation marks. “basically this whole song is about me being a jealous heartbroken bitch.” you sarcastically smiled.

PRE-CHROUS

i’m so mature, i’m so mature

i’m so mature, got me a therapist to tell me there’s other men

i don’t want none, i just want you

if i can’t have you, no one should

i might

“i was tryna convince myself that i was strong, and that this wasn’t hurting me as much as i thought it was, but it definitely was. literally wrote a whole muthafucking song about it.” you laughed. “we we’re dating for a long ass time to be honest, so with the ‘i don’t want none, i just want you’ lyric, it’s basically saying that i’ve been with you for so fucking long, it’s always been you, how am i supposed to move on, y’know? it’s lowkey corny but yeah. the last lyric is very um, yandere simulator vibes but it relates to the theme of the song, which is like jealousy and vengeance and possession.” you put your hands up. “don’t worry y’all, i’m not a criminal.”

CHORUS

i might kill my ex, not the best idea

his new girlfriend's next, how'd i get here?

i might kill my ex, i still love him though

rather be in jail than alone

“i can explain y’all, i’m not a killer or a criminal but imma be real, i was definitely having some intrusive thoughts. but everyone does. like, anyone who says they’ve never had thoughts about hurting someone that did them dirty, or fucked with them, they’re fucking lying, 100%. and relating to what i said before, we were together for so long. no matter how much i try to deny, the love is still there. it’s been built up for years, as much as i want to, i can’t magically forget it overnight.”

you continued on with singing the lyrics and explaining them until you completely finished the entire song.

“kill bill was an impulsive creation and release. we recorded and finished the song in like 6 hours, and i was like ‘i want to release this today’” you pointed downwards. “but everyone told me no.” you rolled your eyes. “so i asked when was the soonest we could release it, and it was like in 2 days. so the next day i posted on instagram saying that i was releasing a song tomorrow and that was it. there was no promo for it, which is why i’m so fucking shocked that it did so well. but, thank you to my fans, friends and family, i love you all. stream kill bill, album coming soon, bye!” you blew a kiss to the camera, before smiling and making heart with your hands.

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[weridokid776]

soft,cute,sweet

demon slayer x reader | mha boys x reader|JJK boys x reader

This has: Izuku Midoriya,Katsuki Bakugo,Eijiro Kirishima,Denki Kaminari,Shoto Todoroki,Yuji Itadori,Satoru Gojo,Megumi Fushiguro,Ryomen Sukuna,Kento Nanami,Tanjiro Kamado,Zenitsu Agatsuma,Inosuke Hashibira,Giyu Tomioka,Muichiro Tokito,Sanemi Shinazugawa,Tengen Uzui,Obanai Iguro,Kyojuro Rengoku

(muichiro is older in this 17-18)

(context:some soft/cute scenarios <333)

JJK boys x reader

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Satoru Gojo💙👁️

You walked into your shared apartment you were tried you had wounds from curses your feet hurt you just wanted to go change and take a nice bath, gojo peaked his head out to see you his warm smile came on his face “y/nnnn!!” He said coming over to hug you he felt you tense “y/n are you okay..?” He said in your neck, you sighed “no gojo..im tried I just want to go to bed..” gojo looked how you were and he couldn’t stand it he picked you up bridal style you were shocked and blushed a bit “uh!? Gojo put me down!” You said but gojo wouldn’t budge he took off your shoes and toss your bag somewhere he didn’t care all that mattered was you he took you upstairs and started a bath,you huffed and sat down on the toilet waiting and watching as the bath finish gojo soon put petals in and a bath bomb “ok take off your clothes..” he said you jumped “e-excuse me?” Gojo looked at you “take off your clothes….fine I won’t look” gojo said turning around you stood up and began to undress gojo did a small peak,

you felt the warm water on your legs you sighed and blush gojo who was also in the bath was giving you a shoulder massage “you know baby you need to take it easy…your shoulder muscles are all tight and tense..” he wasn’t wrong you haven’t been able to take breaks and forgot about them, “as much as good of a sorcerers you need to take a break” you looked away “yeah…”

“yeah i try..” gojo sighed and kiss your cheek

“I love you baby..”

Yuji Itadori🤎🩷

Recently yuji has seen how tried you been lately and how you never taken breaks so tonight he wanted it to be special you were getting off early today also which makes it even better that you won’t be that tired, you walked into the living room “yuji I’m ho-“ you turned on the light and you saw plushies on the couch your favorite snackes and drinks, flower petals,cheap movie dvds that were your favorite “what is all this..?” You said a small laugh came from you, yuji put his hands around his waist “do you like it..? It took me a while..” he said in your neck “like it..? I love it yuji!” You said kissing his face he laughed holding you close, “now come on why don’t you go pick a movie..” you smiled “okay!” You said happy yuji smiled and watched as you picked a movie.

Megumi Fushiguro🐸

you were trying to make dinner for you and megumi but failed you sighed “this is so hard..how does he do it!” He soon came from behind “y/n” he said blankly you jumped “oh! Megumi! Heyyyyy..”

he looked at the mess you made “are you making something..”

“what ? No no no….” you sighed

“yes…i need help..” you said looking at him megumi sighed and put on a apron “your lucky your cute..” he said pitching your cheeks softy

as you were mixing the bowl you looked at him as he was cutting up carrots

you saw some flour and you smiled and got some on Megumi he jumped and looked at you “y/n..” you bursted out laughing

he sighed and thrown some at you it became a flour fight as you both stood there laughing you both looked into each others eyes, he leaned in “may i..?” (We love a polite man 🤭)

you noded as he lend down to kiss you

you both stood there for a while as he broke the kiss he looked at you

“we should just order a pizza huh..?”

you noded “yeah..we should.” He got his phone out and began to talk to the pizza man all yoy thought about that night was that kiss

Ryomen Sukuna💅🏻

sukuna was on his throne thinking of a way to take over yuji body fully you were sitting next to him on his lap you were having such a baby day and you sighed dramatically sukuna looked at you from the corner of his eye “what’s wrong..?” He said you looked at sukuna “it’s nothing—“ sukuna grabbed your face making him look at you “what.is.wrong?” You sighed,you needed to tell him or he wasn’t going to stop “I had a bad day today..” sukuna looked at you his red eyes pierced into yours He sighed “do…do you want to cuddle and talk about it.?” You were shocked “w-what..?” sukuna blushed and took you in his arms and huffed as he cuddled up next to you “tell me about it..” you looked at him and smiled softy laying on his chest.

Kento Nanami 👓

you hated rain and thunder since you were little

You done with this before you were hiding under your blanket nanami came back from work “sweetheart..?” He looked at the bed and sighed as he got on his pj’s he laid down next to you pulling you close you looked at him under the blanket he grab a book and began to read to you as he did you blocked out the rain and thunder soon falling asleep as he looked if you were sleeping he sighed “just so you know when your scared or alone and you have nothing do you..I always be here dead or alive I always protect you…y/n..” he kiss your head soon turning the light off and cuddling up next to you “good night y/n..” he said soon falling asleep

Demon slayer x reader

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Tanjiro Kamado🧣

Tanjiro had been training for a while now you watched from a far you knew he was pushing himself and you worried about it,Tanjiro came back soon after you did a soft smile “hey Tanjiro can we talk..” he looked at you and noded “sure what’s up sweetheart” he said sitting down next to you,you laid your head on his shoulder “Tanjiro are you sure your not overthinking and overdoing things..” Tanjiro with his innocent eyes looked “what do you mean.?” You sighed “Tanjiro you need to learn to take breaks..I know you want to be a good demon slayer but sometimes taking breaks is necessary” Tanjiro soon looked at you with soft eyes and smile taking your hands in his,”I’m sorry y/n…I didn’t mean to..” he said looking at you “I be more careful okay..” he kiss your cheek “come on let’s go get some food..” you noded and smiled “okay..”

Zenitsu Agatsuma⚡️

zenitsu would always chase you around “please just one date y/n pleaseeeee!!!” You ran away “no leave me alone zenitsu!!” As the sun set you looked to see him on the ground sighing “aww I never get a date…” he said you soon sighed and walked to him sitting down “hey zenitsu..” he looked at you “why are you here..? Don’t you hate me..?” “I don’t hate you..you just..ask me out properly..” he jumped and blushed zenitsu “w-wait really!?” You noded “ask me..” soon he sighed and looked at you “y/n…hold you

like to go on a date..w-with me..?” You looked at him and laughed he jumped “w-what why are you laughing or you laughing or crying or something!? I’m so sorry y/n!!!” Soon you smile taking his hands in yours “no zenitsu..and yes I love too..” he looked at you “r-really!!” You noded

soon you stood up “I see y oh tomorrow then if im correct..” you said he looked at you and noded “oh!yes yes! Of course!” You gave him a kiss on the cheek

“if your not there im leaving!” You said walking away

he soon looked if you were gone and he started smiling and jumping up and down “yes!!!”

Inosuke Hashibira🐗

you helped in the butterfly mansion taking care of the demon slayers and tending to their wounds, one day sumi told you that her and the girls heard a noise in the kitchen you noded and went to go check the noise you walked in with a pan in your hand to see the boar mask boy himself inosuke hashibira, you sighed and put the pan down “what are you doing here?” He had rice all over his face “nothing..” he said you looked behind his back to see rice from breakfast “are you still hungry?” Inosuke looked away “yea..a little..” you laughed a bit “come on..” inosuke followed you as you set the pot “what are you doing..?” He ask looking into the pot “I’m going to make some snacks for you..” you said smiling, inosuke watched as you cooked soon as you finish inosuke weyes lit up “woah! Can you teach me!” You smiled softy “of course..”

“meet me here tomorrow”

Giyu Tomioka🌊

giyu was sitting down emotionless you sat down next to him you were the bubblest person he ever met “hi giyu!” You said smiling and waving. He turned to look at you “hello..” he said monotone you looked at him “have you ever smiled before..?” Giyu looked at you “use to…” you looked at him smiling “well I change that..” giyu looked at you “okay..let’s see you try the others tried but they didn’t work..” you huffed trying to get giyu to smile you put your hands on his face to make him smile soon he just became sad again he put his hands on ours “Mr/lady y/n I don’t think trying to shape my face will get me to smile “ you huffed and thought and you had a idea you gave him soft head patts and kiss on the forehead “your loved giyu..” he was shocked but still didn’t show any emotion soon you looked and huffed “still!…this. Sucks!” Soon mitsuri was calling you “y/n!!” You turned to look at her and waved “I see you later giyu bye!”you stood up and happily walked away as you disappeared giyu gave a small smile

“I’m loved..”

Muichiro Tokito🌫️

when muichiro first met you he thought you were annoying with your bubbly personality and everything but as he got to know you it changed his perception of you he would throw pebbles at people who would make you sad or upset,he would always eat lunch with you also,and would always see your letters when you were on a mission and always ate together,he loved it as much as you did you both did have a small crush on each other, it was a late night and you were walking with muichiro “those Onigiri were so good! Right?” You said smiling he noded he was a quiet man after all “they were lovely..” he said well of course he was more talkative around you “we should go there again sometime” you said smiling he noded “that would be nice..”

as the moon set it was the summer time a warm breeze hit “y/n..I need to tell you something..” he said you looked at him “hm..?what is it muichiro?” He sighed “I thought about this for a while and I wanted to tell you that I don’t was to just be friends I want to be lovers..” you jumped and blush “r-really?” He noded “do you feel the same..?” You looked away and. Noded “yeah..I have a crush on you for a long time now..” he smiled and took your hand in his and kiss your knuckles you blushed a dark shade of red he looked up at you “then I guess it officially it..we’re dating now..” you gave him a small smile

“yeah I guess we are..”

Sanemi Shinazugawa🍃

Sanemi never really open up to anyone after his loss of his family and him not really seeing his brother well…as a brother he didn’t really open to people well all except you,ever since you became a demon slayer you would always help him the best at you can you found him under a tree he was I. Deep thought “hey sanemi!!”you said sitting down next to him he looked at you “oh y/n hey..” he said you looked how he acted how his body language was “you okay you seem deep in thought” he sighed looking up at the leaves “y/n..you are the most precious person I ever met..you listen to me when I’m down..”

he turn to you “y/n I think..I think I’m in love with you..” he said you jumped and blush “w-what..?” He took his hands in yours “y/n I’m in love with you…” you looked at him as the wind blew you junped on him hugging him laughing he hugged you back “y/n…I love you..”

“I love you so much as well sanemi”

Tengen Uzui 🤍

being the 4th wife/husband of Tengen wasn’t all bad but you didn’t really get any attention from him it was usually Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru,you didn’t mind though it was normally like this,you were cleaning the house as Tengen came in and looked at you “you know we have people for that you don’t need to do that..” he said you looked at him “oh lord Tengen..it’s fine I’m use to it..” you said going back to cleaning he looked at you and sighed going to sit down and whistle at you ,you looked as he pointed to his lap to come sit down you put down the broom and walked and sat down on his lap “yes lord Tengen?” You said Tengen looked at you “I don’t give you much attention do I?” You shakes you head “no you don’t lord Tengen..” he sighed “that is my mistake..my apologies..that was very unflashy of me..” you

jumped “no no lord Tengen! It’s not your fault I was just-“ Tengen started playing to your hair “I’m very sorry for that..could you ever forgive me..?” You blushed at he looked at you but you noded “it’s wasn’t your fault lord Tengen..” you laid on his chest as Tengen began to give you kisses on your head you blush as he did but it was comforting,since that day he would always give you attention not just Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru and to be honest..you enjoyed it.

Obanai Iguro🐍

Obanai was a very jealous man he hated when people got close to you especially people who were a lowing class then you and him,like one time when he saw you and tanjiro talking happily it made his blood boiled “lady/mr y/n..can you come with me please..” he ask you,he would always ask you this whenever he saw you with a another man he wa she only one to touch you,to make sure you were alright,to make you happy, so when you ask him about it he would start to panic and mix up his words “well you see I-uhm -well I-“ he said as he played with his hands you giggle a bit at this “obanai you know I only love you and only you right?” He noded “yes..” you smiled and kiss his mask were his lips were. He blush hard “t-thank you lady/mr y/n..” you smiled “anytime obanai i see you later okay!!” You said smiling waving bye he waved bye also “geez…” he said “I don’t know how they do it..”

Kyojuro Rengoku🔥

You been stressed out lately due to a lot of mission’s rengoku saw this knowing how hard being a demon slayer was so he had a little surprise for you, you came home after your mission you sighed and heard your boyfriend rengoku in the kitchen “tasty!” You walked in “hey rengoku” he looked at you and smiled “ah little flame hello! You came home just in time” he said getting up and kissing your cheek and hugging you,”come come I have everything in the backyard set up for us” he said taking your hand out rise a eyebrow you walked out and saw a beautiful nice picnic with bento boxes “do you like it it’s not much but nothing like a little bit of food could help right?” You nodded “I mean I wouldn’t mind..” rengoku smiled and sat down with you “thank you for the food!” You both said, the night when on as you and rengoku talked and occasionally, rengoku would say “tasty!”

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MHA boys x reader (no pictures ran out 😭)

Izuku Midoriya💚 You were working on homework Aizawa gave you in class today and it was pretty hard you kinda understand what it was about,izuku knocked on your door “come in..” you said not paying attention to the door izuku open it and smiled “hey bunny I’m ready for our movie date” you stopped you could have sworn you thought that was next week “oh my god izuku..I’m so sorry..I forgot..” izuku saw how tried you were he understand because he too would work all day and night he came from behind you and hugged you “baby you need to take breaks..” he said in your ear “I know..I just need to finish this..” you said looking at the paper izuku sighed and picked you up bridal style you blushed slightly “I-izuku!” Izuku smiled “come on let’s go cuddle” you sighed and played on his chest “okay..”

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Katsuki Bakugo💥

You and bakugo was studying it was 9:00am to bakugo it was pretty late,he close his book and sighed “I think you learn enough for today..” you looked up at him “oh yeah sorry..” you said closing your book “man im hungry..”he stood up “ where are you going?” You ask “the convenience store” you looked at him confused “but it’s past curfew” bakugo put on his coat “so?..I won’t be out for long…unless you want to come with me” you jumped to your feet getting your coat, as you both walked on the side walk you looked around cautiously bakugo looked at you and scoffed “ your fine y/n.. nothing going to get you and even if they did I beat them to the ground..” you looked at bakugo “really..?” Bakugo smirked “hell yeah your walking with the future number one hero after all” he said pointing to himself you looked around still bakugo sighed and grab your hand in his “there you big baby happy?” You looked at your hands then back at katsuki and noded smiling “yeah..I’m fine..” , as you got to the store bakugo grab a basket “get whatever I’m paying..”you looked around and grab your f/s (favorite snack) as you naked your way to bakugo he looked at what you got “really that? Don’t you know that’s bad for you?” You look at him “as if spicy noodles are better..” bakugo smirked “ touché..” ,as you both walked back to the U.A. dorms you stood by the dorms “well I see you tomorrow..?” Bakugo rolled his eyes “idiot you see me everyday..” you noded “well I see you tomorrow then..” you walked by stop running to him giving him a kiss on the cheek you blush a soft shade of red and ran to your dorm bakugo stood there as you left his face became red “idiot…” he said covering his face. ︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶

Eijiro Kirishima🪨 kirishima looked around seeing you weren’t here today after class he looked everywhere for you last he looked at your dorm knocking then opening the door “pebble?” He looked around for you as he saw you in your bed you were sick your nose was stuffy your head was burning and your whole body was cold you coughed as you looked at the door “kirishima..? What are you doing here.?” Kirishima came over to you “I saw you weren’t at school..pebble why didn’t you tell me you were sick..” you coughed “I didn’t want to worry you..” kirishima sighed “well as your manly boyfriend I shall take care of you cause that’s the manly way!” He said you gave him a sick smile,and kirishima did just that giving you horrible medicine,making you chicken noodle soup as you got better you got to school but you saw kirishima wasn’t there as you looked in his dorm to se him wick you felt guilty that you had gotten him sick “don’t worry kirishima I take care of you..” kirishima gave you a thumbs up smiling you laughed softy as you began to go make chicken noodle soup.

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Denki Kaminari⚡️ Kaminari was in his vulnerable state when he over use his quirk people were around him laughing at him for it as he stood there you push people away looking at him holding his face in your hands “Denki are you okay..?” “Yay…..” Denki said you sighed and brought him to his dorm and laid him on the bed grabbing water,and pain killers you sighed “I can’t believe people would just sit there and laugh at you..” you said putting your hand on his cheek “I’m so sorry Denki…” you said as a few minutes went by Denki started to come back “sparks..?” You looked up “oh Denki! Your back!” He noded “and my head hurts…” I looked around and grab the water and pain killers “here” you said giving it to him,he gladly took the water and pain killers from you he sighed “thanks sparks you really know how to help people huh..?” You laughed a bit kissing his forehead “anytime Denki.. now you go get some rest I just get out of your wa-“ Denki grab you pulling you into the bed “stay….. please.” You looked at him and smiled “okay fine..” and you both laid there sleeping peacefully cuddling into each others arms.

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Shoto Todoroki🔥❄️

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you were walking into the common room late you were hungry since you were busy studying last night you yawed as you walked in “hello..” someone from behind you said you looked and jumped “oh Shoto..you scared me..” Shoto looked at you “sorry I came down here to make soba..” you looked at him “soba..?” Shoto noded going over to the counter “would you like some?” You looked at Shoto and sighed and noded “yeah..soda sounds good right now..” as you both ate you looked at Shoto “hey Shoto why are you up so late..?” Shoto looked at you from the corner of his eye “because I couldn’t sleep..” you looked at him sad “it’s okay Shoto..” you took his free hand in yours “I’m here!” Shoto look at you and pause he gave you a small smile “thank you y/n you are really something else..” he stood up gave you a kiss on the cheek wash his plate and left you sat there blushing hard.

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thank you for reading 💀😭 (sorry I’m tried this too way to long to make…I need a break..)

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emergency contact | jack hodgins

pairing — jack hodgins x fem!booth!reader

summary — hodgins hasn’t heard from you in over six months, after you broke up with him and disappeared. until he gets an alarming phone call in the middle of the night

warnings — angst, canon-typical violence, mentions of death

word count — 2,528

notes — a few things: i wrote this back in january, and it was rushed and poorly done but im being self-indulgent for this one | also im not tagging anyone bc i wanna see how far this will get on its own (except for my beloved @shmaptainwrites who indulged me ily mimi)

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2:47am

Despite his many years working for the Jeffersonian, Hodgins had yet to get used to his phone ringing at odd hours. With a groan and a stretch, his palm landed where his phone lay on the nightstand table. Without checking the caller ID, he picked up the phone and slurred out a tired greeting to the caller on the other line.

“Hello, Dr. Hodgins, I’m Marie, calling from the George Washington University Hospital.” Why was a hospital calling him so late at night? “You’re listed as the emergency contact for Y/n Booth, correct?”

Your name sent a shock through Jack’s body. “I— I guess so, yeah. Why? Is she okay?”

“Your fiancée was shot on duty, sir. She’s in surgery right now. We suggest you be with her when she wakes up.”

Without a second thought, Jack hung up the phone and flung out of bed. He didn’t care how things ended between the two of you, good or bad, but he knew one thing for certain: he needed to make sure you were okay. After scrambling for a decent set of clothing and his car keys, Jack rushed out of the house and down the near-empty streets to the hospital you were taken to. 

Even though his mind was running at a mile a minute, Jack managed to recall what the nurse had told him. Shot on duty. You took a sabbatical seven months ago, were you back in town? Surely Booth must’ve known, he was your brother and co-worker, he had to have. Did he spare telling Jack to avoid the inevitable turmoil? Obviously you’d been back long enough to take a case, so it wasn’t like you had decided to come back out of the blue. 

By the time he found parking, it was half past 3 in the morning, and Jack’s heart refused to stop beating out of his chest, his palms sweating rivers as he clenched and unclenched them. Despite all of this, though, he approached the front desk with a cracking resolve, trying his best to be put together for the sake of not distressing the night staff and lingering patient family members. 

“Could you tell me where Y/n Booth is?”

The nurse behind the counter glanced up at him. “Connection to the patient?”

“I’m her-” he stumbled on the words. “Her, uh, fiancé. Emergency contact.” 

She typed a few things into the computer when a voice from behind caught Jack’s attention. 

“Hodgins.” Booth called, approaching with a weary face and a cup of likely burnt coffee.

Jack nearly sprinted over to the man, blue eyes frantically searching for answers in his features. “What’s up, man? I mean, what the hell happened?”

Booth took Hodgins by the arm and led him down a hallway, over to the elevators. “We were going after a perp. I told her not to go in first, that I’d handle the hard part. She didn’t listen, the bastard got her from behind, shot out one of her kidneys. Been in surgery for almost,” he checked his watch, “three hours now.” 

Jack deflated just as the elevator doors dinged open. The pair stepped inside, the space empty apart from themselves. “I just— I don’t get it. Yesterday, she was somewhere even I didn’t know, taking some damn sabbatical. Yesterday, I was still pissed at her. Now? She’s in surgery because she was on a case. Because some asshole shot her. I mean, what the hell am I supposed to do with that, Booth?”

Unable to provide any kind of emotional support or response, Booth remained quiet as his friend tried his best not to break down in the elevator. 

When the doors opened, Jack attempted to regain his composure as best as he could while Booth led him down the hall. There was a separate waiting room here, for family members who had someone in surgery. He sat opposite Booth, next to a sleeping little girl and her obviously exhausted mother. 

He had no bearing of the passage of time, and felt as though there was no energy left within him to check the watch on his wrist. All he did was sit with his hands on his knees, head tilted to the sky, one leg bouncing like an infinite rubber ball. At some point, a doctor came out to notify the mother of her husband’s successful surgery — his tumor was gone, he’d told her, and there was little chance of it coming back. 

It wasn’t until the sun started to peek in through the waiting room windows that a surgeon called out your name. Booth had been asleep in the chair across from Jack, but he was wide awake. The pair jumped up and approached the doctor, throwing questions at him rapidly. 

“Y/n is okay. Surgery went well, though we’ll have to keep her here for longer than expected.”

“Why? What happened?” Booth asked. 

The doctor sighed. “Due to the location of the entry wound, the bullet caused too much damage to her right kidney. For now, she’ll only be functioning with one until we can find a donor match. She’ll be on dialysis weekly and some medication to assist the working kidney, but otherwise, she’ll be just fine in a week or so. The bullet did puncture the liver and small intestine, but the speed of the bullet slowed enough to only cause minor damage, nothing we couldn’t fix up.” He told them, and a wave of relief crashed over the pair. “She’s being brought up to her room now, if you’d like to go wait with her.”

Jack only nodded, Booth trailing him as the doctor led them up one more floor, where you were being transferred to the ICU. It was painful, seeing you after so  long, only for you to be hooked up to so many machines, laying nearly helpless in a bed. He pulled a chair up to your right side, reaching for your limp hand to hold, hoping you could feel him. 

Hoping you knew he was there. That you knew he always would be.

Booth leaned against the door frame, watching everything with anguish. After you left for California, you kept in constant contact with your older brother. But even in those months, you never explained why you broke off the engagement so suddenly. Why you took a surprise sabbatical, why you went to California specifically. Why you became so closed off, so cold to everyone, even to Parker. 

After a while, Booth left Jack alone to go pick up Parker from his mother’s house. He promised to be back later, your nephew in tow, and pressed a featherlight kiss to your forehead before he left. 

Jack, swimming in an ocean’s worth of thought, barely noticed the sun coming over the horizon in the window opposite him. All he could do was process the emotions flowing through him. Anger, that you left him so suddenly and without explanation. Despair, that you’d come back so long ago and didn’t come to see him, to work things out. Worry, that despite your life-saving surgery, you wouldn’t get a new kidney, or that you’d never be the same again. Anger again, but at the bastard who shot you. Triumph, that he was rotting in a cell right now. 

 Jack’s only comfort in the sterile, whitewashed room was the steady beeping emanating from the heart monitor, a small assurance that you were okay. His hand remained clasped over yours for hours, thumb stroking the smooth skin on the back of your hand. Partly as a comfort to himself that you were still there, but mostly, he believed, a comfort to you. He hoped you could feel it; that you could feel his presence. He hoped his presence comforted you. 

By the time you woke up, all the worry had faded from Jack’s body and exhaustion had taken its place. He was asleep, head supported by his arm on the side of the chair, when he heard the sheets rustle in the bed. 

Somehow, in all your years of work, this was the first time you ended up in the hospital due to a job-related injury. It wasn’t the first time you woke up dazed after a surgery with little memory of how you got there, though. 

The sheets, despite being thin, weighed down your legs and torso, providing warmth and comfort. You could feel the leads for the heart monitor stuck to your chest, irritating your skin in the slightest bit. There was a cannula feeding oxygen into your system, though it rubbed the skin on the back of your ears uncomfortably. The main thing, though, was that your torso hurt. 

Despite that, you managed to notice something weighing down your right hand. It was warm, warmer than the blankets. And heavier. Garnering the courage to open your eyes, you blinked to adjust to the sunlight and fluorescent lights, trying to shift yourself upward, wincing when it pulled on your wound. Instead, you glanced over at your hand, only to find another on top of it. Following the arm connected to it, your heart stuttered and cracked when you found a sleeping Hodgins sitting next to your bed. Emotion swelled within your chest and tear ducts just at the sight of him, sleeping so peacefully next to you, his hand over yours in a firm grasp, as if that was the only thing that assured him that you were really here. 

Slowly, quietly, you tried to pull your hand out from under Jack’s, only for the movement to wake him up. He stretched with a deep inhale, blinking rapidly as he took in his surroundings. It wasn’t until he noticed you were awake that he seemed to come to his senses. 

“Hey,” he nearly whispered. “How’re you feeling?”

You bit back a scoff. “Terrible. First job back and of course I had to get myself shot.” 

Jack fought a smile, scooting forward to raise the bed up for you to sit properly. “They said they got all the fragments of the bullet during surgery. You’re down a kidney for now, though.”

You only nodded, allowing yourself some time to gather your thoughts. “Why are you here, Hodgins?”

“Apparently, I’m still your emergency contact.” He told you, sitting back down and resting his elbows on his knees. “And apparently, I still care about you enough to show up.” 

“Don’t put that on me.” You whispered, chest restricting as tears fought their way back to your waterline. “You can’t say that to me. Not after what I did to you. You should hate me. I mean, really hate me. Like, praying for my downfall, kind of hate. You shouldn’t still care about me.”

“Well, apparently I do. I thought I hated you, for a long time. But I guess I don’t.” Jack sighed,  taking your hand. You wanted to protest, to pull away, but you let him. “I guess this was a wakeup call for me. Literally. They called me at 3 in the morning to tell me you were in surgery.”

You laughed, a wet sound underlined with sadness. “I’m sorry, Jack. Really, I am. I just…”

“What, don’t love me? It’s okay. I’ve learned to live with it.” 

Even when he should hate you, Jack still understood, and even worse, he still loved you. He was, somehow, the world’s most understanding man. God, you love him. 

“No, no I don’t hate you. Actually, it’s the opposite. I just wish things could’ve gone differently.” 

Now Jack was just confused. “What d’you mean? You broke up with me for a reason, right? You told me you didn’t love me anymore.”

“It’s too complicated, Jack. I want to explain it all to you, really, but it’s not safe. I don’t know if or when it will be, and I won’t blame you if you want to find someone else, or if you already have. You deserve to be happy, Jack. You should move on from me.” 

“I don’t want anyone else.” Jack said, emphasizing each word and squeezing your hand. “I just want you. From the moment I met you, I knew you were it for me, Y/n. Even with your brother breathing down my neck to not even think about pursuing our relationship. It was terrifying, but I ignored it. Because you were too important to have in my life. I couldn’t risk passing you up. I just don’t understand why you ended things so suddenly.”

The tears that you had been attempting to keep at bay for this entire conversation now flowed freely down your cheeks, the emotions you’d kept close to your chest for nearly a year now breaking free. Jack, like the gentleman he was, gently tilted your head toward him, reaching up and using the pads of his thumbs to brush them from your cheeks. 

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered, daring to look him in the eye. 

“Don’t be.” He whispered. 

“I have to be. I hurt you. I ruined everything. And it wasn’t even worth it. It  didn’t change anything.”

Despite his confusion, Jack said nothing. He simply stood to his full height and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling you into his chest — minding your wounds and stroking your hair. “It’s okay. You’re home now. We can fix this.”

“No we can’t.” You shook your head, looking up at him. “Jack, there’s nothing left to fix. Because if we fix it, you’ll die.” 

After what felt like an eternity of swirling, spiraling thoughts, Jack found his voice. “What?”

“That’s why I left.” You said. “I was ordered to. I was working on a case, some underground organized crime syndicate. I found out some stuff I shouldn’t have. My hands were tied, I had no choice.” Choking back a sob, you wiped the tears from your face and took a breath. “It was either break up with you, call off the wedding, and leave, or everyone I loved would die. They were gonna kill you, kill Seeley and Parker, and drain your accounts. There was nothing I could do.” 

Jack pulled you in tighter, his whole worldview shifting and turning on an axis. He couldn’t speak — hell, he could barely even think right now. Jack had spent months grieving your relationship, questioning why you broke things off, harboring a ruthless anger at what his life had become, and all of it faded to dust in an instant. 

“I don’t know what to do,” you whispered, pulling Jack back to the present. “I work with these people, Jack. They could ruin me in an instant.” 

“We’ll fix this, I promise.” Jack declared, and despite the fear that had overridden your senses for the past few months, you couldn’t help but believe him. 

You only nodded, curling further into him as best as you could with your incisions. Fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie, you listened to the beat of his heart beneath you and took a deep breath. 

Soon enough, you were drifting off to sleep with the firm belief that soon enough, with the help of your family, somehow, everything would be okay. 

if you want more jack fics, please feel free to comment and let me know!! writing for smaller characters is always a gamble but if people read this i’d be more than happy to do so!

[berryhobii]

OMG HI😭😭i love your writing so much like im obsessed you’re so talented!!! i see your request are open and i just wanted to see if you do something where it’s after Yoongi and Y/N get into petty argument and Y/N is like “you know what? whatever” and gives Yoongi the silent treatment however, Yoongi hates being ignored (especially by his girl) so after giving her some space for a few hours and trying to get her to talk to him, he’s had enough oh the silence and decides to take matters into his own hands 🫣 I HOPE THIS MADE SENSE😭😭😭this thought has been running rampant in my mind for a week and i would love to see how you would write this ! there’s no rush, take your time if you don’t feel like it that’s TOTALLY okay i just want you to know that you’re writing is IMMACULATE, chefs mf kiss 🤌🏾 and that’s you are so freaking talented!! thank you for sharing your writing with us🥰🥰💕

Ahhhhhh! I love you so much! Your requests have given me such good ideas! I hope I fulfilled this one well. It turned into kind of brat tamer Yoongi who loves reader to pieces because I love everything about that trope. I really hope you love it bb!🩵🩵🩵

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“Turn left up here!”

“I know where I’m going!”

“Obviously not! The parking lot will be full by the time we get there.”

Currently, you and your husband were on the way to your favorite store to spend some more of the gift cards you got at your wedding. You received so many and Yoongi made you agree that you’d only use them for important things.

New stuff for Holly counted as important, right? Of course it did.

A few months ago, you two moved to a new neighborhood which meant you didn’t really know where everything was.

As designated passenger princess, it was your responsibility to look hot, control the music and also manage the GPS to get you places but Yoongi wanted to trust his car’s GPS more than you. Ridiculous right?

He sighed. “I know where I’m going, okay? I don’t need your help.”

Your mouth dropped, a scandalized and dramatic gasp passing your glossed lips. How dare he?!

Crossing your arms over your chest, you slumped in the passenger seat. “You know what? Whatever, Yoongi.” You mumbled.

Silence enveloped the car, only the low sound of J.Cole’s melodic voice filling the space.

Yoongi glanced over at you, a smile threatening his lips at your pouty face. Ugh, you were such a spoiled little brat but he loved you so much. He actually took pleasure in riling you up and watching you get all huffy. Everytime he saw that princess personality, it awakened something in him—a need to both smother you with kisses and spank your ass until you were crying.

He reached over to place a large hand on your thigh. “Come on baby. Don’t be upset.”

You ignored him, fully turning your body towards the window. Uh oh, your full super bratty mode was activated.

“Are you really gonna ignore me?” He pondered.

No answer.

“Baby please. I’m sorry.”

Nothing.

He guessed he’d have to roll with this.

When Yoongi pulled into the parking lot of your favorite store, he tried to talk to you again but you were already out of the car.

Unfortunately, whenever you were upset with Yoongi, you got a sudden stroke of independence. He normally opened your door for you so he knew you were really upset when you did it yourself.

You didn’t talk to him the entire time through the store but you almost broke when you passed the pillows.

“Look baby. They have those pillows you were looking at.”

You picked one up before turning to Yoongi, opening your mouth to say, “yeah they…..” but you cut yourself off, remembering your vow of silence. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to speak but you held it. Tossing the pillows into the cart, you continued through the store, hands hurting from how hard you gripped the handles.

You couldn’t fight that skip in your heart. He remembered the pillows…..you told him about those weeks ago…..fuck.

You didn’t even notice Yoongi’s sly smirk as he walked behind you. He knew this silent treatment wouldn’t last long and he was honestly kind of amused. He knew you wanted to talk to him but your pride wouldn’t allow you to break first, not until you felt like it. He guessed he’d have to put up with your silent treatment a little longer.

Besides, with you walking ahead of him, he could stare at your perfect ass in those stretch pants all he wanted. His hand itched to grab it but he resisted. He didn’t want to make you more upset…..on purpose.

Yoongi ended up having to practically fight you with the bags, insisting he’ll put them back in the cart and push them to the car. You weren’t happy but you also didn’t argue, huffing and puffing your way back to the car.

Yoongi didn’t unlock the doors until he was finished putting the bags in the trunk which was getting you even more riled up. He knew you wanted to open your own door but doing it for you was just more amusing.

You squinted your eyes at him in frustration, throat burning with the desire to tell him off but you got in the car anyway, still completely silent.

The drive home was silent, as was the short journey up to your apartment. Holly greeted you both at the door, the wiggly dog jumping all over you. You didn’t even try to go through the bags, just heading straight for your bedroom where you could ignore Yoongi better. And of course, Holly followed you, not sparing Yoongi a passing glance.

Traitor, Yoongi thought.

He sighed but left you alone. He knew you weren’t that upset about what he said in the car. You were just being stubborn. He spoiled you too much. He could also be kind of passive(he’s working on it) as well so perhaps this was proving to be a little test for him.

After putting away the few grocery items and leaving the rest of your choices for you to sort through, he flopped down on the couch.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

He liked his peace and quiet as much as the next person but the noise you brought was different. He had grown used to hearing you singing under your breath or talking to yourself as you thought about dinner or the crash of all of your hair products falling because you had so many and they didn’t fit right in the hallway closet.

You had ingrained yourself into his life—you and your own perfect little storm of gentle chaos.

He missed you. Even though you were in the next room. He missed you.

Standing from the couch, he walked down the hall to the bedroom. He couldn’t hear anything on the other side.

His knuckles rapped gently against the wood before he opened he door. “Baby?”

He found you laid on your back on the bed, phone held over your face as you scrolled through social media. Holly was resting on his dog bed in the corner, little head lifting as Yoongi entered.

“Go.” He motioned to the door. Holly tilted his head in a way that solidified Yoongi’s suspicion that his dog was secretly a human. Human or not, Holly knew better than to stick around.

Yoongi closed the door before focusing his attention back on you.

He approached the bed, leaning a knee on it. You could feel the dip but made no move to acknowledge him.

“Baby please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. Of course I need you. I love when you tell me where to go but then you get distracted so we miss the turn. Remember we were late to our rehearsal dinner?”

Your lip twitched at the memory. Of course you do. The excitement of your wedding being the next day had you so caught up in your then fiancé that you couldn’t even focus on giving directions. And thanks to Yoongi being equally distracted by how stunning you were, he didn’t even think to make sure you stayed focused enough to give directions. He missed the exit twice before finally getting on track. Nevertheless, it was still a memorable evening with his family and close friends.

And the precursor to the rest of a wonderful life with you.

You still continued to ignore him. You could hear the sincerity in his apology but you wanted to make him sweat just a little bit longer.

But even Yoongi had a breaking point and you were crossing it.

“Baby.”

No answer.

Alright. Breaking point crossed.

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“Why do you have to make everything so difficult? Ignoring me, “he scoffed with a shake of his head and landing a sharp smack to your ass. “You’re crazy.”

Your head was buried in the blankets, shoulders pressed against the bed and wrists held tightly in Yoongi’s grip.

His hips were slamming into your ass hard enough to hurt, his thick cock stretching your walls to their limit. He was thick enough to give you that slightly searing stretch and long enough to make you feel it all the way to your deepest parts.

“Mm, Yoongi!” You cry out as his strokes became longer, pulling himself all the way out to the tip remained before slamming back inside. He grits his teeth at your walls sucking him in as if they didn’t want him to go. Thank goodness for his stamina. After meeting you, he’s had to learn how restrain himself longer than ever. He never used to cum quick before meeting you. And yes, that was one of the many reasons he pursued you. “F-fuck….you feel so good.”

You arched your back more, lifting your ass so that he could reach even deeper.

“Don’t ignore me again. Do you understand?” He landed another slap on your bouncing ass, loving the recoil.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, face feeling hot from your breath that kept blowing back from how your face was pressed into the mattress.

Everything felt too tight, too hot, too sweaty, too good.

“Yes! I’m sorry!” You cried.

Releasing your wrists, he grabbed at your braids, twisting them around his wrist a few times. Waist length were definitely a smart investment.

He pulled you up until you were “balanced” on your hands because let’s face it, those things were numb as hell. His hold on your hair was really the only thing keeping you upright.

“Sorry for what? Apologize properly.”

He wanted you to form full sentences? That was like asking Jada to stop talking about Tupac. Impossible.

Another stroke knocked your speech centers loose, third orgasm since you started bubbling in your lower belly.

Yoongi could feel your walls clenching up, your moans growing louder at each thrust. Oh no you don’t.

He stopped his hips, still buried deep in your cunt. You whined as your orgasm ebbed away, wiggling your hips in an attempt to throw yourself back on his cock but a hand on your hip made you still.

“You’re not cumming until you apologize properly. Now, what aren’t you gonna do again?”

You swallowed, lip quivering and tears welling up. “I…I won’t ignore you again.”

He grinned. “Apology accepted.”

His hips set a punishing pace, your ass ricocheting off his hips. It had you moaning in ecstasy, nearly slipping from his grasp but he wrapped an arm under your breasts to keep you steady.

“Shit, I love this pussy. So. Fucking. Good.” Each word was punctuated with a thrust.

Your hand reached back to claw at his side, the slight sting making him groan and thus pushing him faster.

He yanked your hair until your back was pressed flush against his chest, his hips never slowing down. Almost instantly, you turned your head, seeking his lips as you always did when you were close. His heart fluttered, loving how affectionate you were.

You almost miss his lips from how absolutely feral he was going in your poor cunt. Fortunately, he tilts your head better with his grip on your hair, kissing your wet pout. The tenderness has your heart swooning despite all the chaos. He sucks at your tongue, leaving a light bite on your bottom lip as well.

“Gonna cum, my sweet girl?” He whispers in your ear, nipping at the skin.

You didn’t need to answer him, you’re growing moans enough to confirm. The hand that wasn’t scratching at his skin raises up to bury in his hair, yanking his strands similar to how he was doing you causing him to grunt in delight.

The arm around your body moved down to rub circles into your clit and you swore you saw the upper room. He buried his face in the side of your neck, inhaling your sweaty skin, lips leaving kisses and bites along the side of your throat.

His hips move even faster than before, desperate to carry you to your orgasm before he lost his shit. Pent up from that brief denial and riddled from your previous orgasms, you’re quick to crumble against him. Twisting in his hold, you cry out his name that’s like music to his ears.

“Yoongiiiiiiiiii! Cum in me, baby. Want you so bad….”

Your walls grip him tighter than a vice, his hips stuttering with careless abandon as he gives you exactly what you want. The sensitivity between your thighs burns in the best ways, little gasps coming from you another tiny orgasm washes over you.

“Ugh, fuck.” The last few sluggish ruts of his hips make both of you whine and gasp, his grip on you tightening and then loosening as his body shudders.

Your body falls forward on the mattress, muscles and bones weary and your eyes drooping as exhaustion weighs on them. You feel Yoongi flop down next to you, only the sound of his slightly hurried breaths filling the room.

“Not falling asleep on me, are ya?” He asks after a few seconds. He turns his head to find you are, in fact, beginning to doze off.

“No.” You fib, rolling your achy body over and holding up one arm. “Come kiss me.”

His smile is as sweet as him. He scoots over to bury himself in your warmth. Your arm wraps around him as his head lifts to give you your requested kisses.

“I love you.” You confess against his lips.

He hums. “Love you too. Even though you’re bad at giving directions.”

You roll your eyes but continued to peck at his lips. “Marry your GPS then.”

“I already have.” He hugs you closer. “And I wouldn’t give her up for anything.”

[thedvilsinthedetails]

Rosekiller band au microfic series part 5!!!!

link to first part

link to prev part

AHHH GUYS I FINALLY COMPLETED ITTTTT

Ok so. This one’s short

like real short

bc I was honestly gonna put pt 4 and 5 together originally (pt4 was like a little over 700 words and this one is a little over 300 and normally the microfics in this series are about 1200 words or so) but then I thought they kind of work better separate

so anyway here’s a lil ending for u, Evan’s POV is back and im so happy with how this series turned out

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“…so yeah when we got to the venue we were told to avoid ‘untoward behaviour’ and…well we all know what that means so instead we kissed. Fuck the homophobic rules honestly.”

Barty did air quotes as he said ‘untoward behaviour’, twisting his face like he was tasting something bad. The comments were mainly positive, agreeing with them. As usual there were mean ones popping up at the bottom of the live, for once though Evan didn’t care. At all. His head was still fuzzy with the rush of the kiss. They’d kissed. He’d kissed Barty. It had been fucking electric and he was still buzzing. They’d fit together perfectly, even with the clunky guitar in the way. Now they were curled together on Evan’s bed in the hotel.

Barty ended the live and turned to Evan with a grin.

“You know Rosier you’re not even a half bad kisser.”

Evan laughed.

“Back for seconds already Bee? You just wanna kiss me that badly I guess.”

He leaned in dangerously close with a smirk.

He’d expected Barty to snap back, another joke or something. Instead Barty just stuttered.

“I-uh.”

Barty’s eyes were wide and so dilated that the brown edges had nearly disappeared, swallowed up the black.

“Barty?”

Evan reached a hand up, hovering it over Barty’s face questioningly.

“Evan.”

Barty replied in a breathy whisper. Evan kissed him, didn’t hesitate. Barty sighed into it immediately, crawling close and wrapping his arms around Evan’s back as he straddled him. Evan responded by cupping his face in his hands. 

They broke apart panting softly. Barty immediately buried his face in the crook of Evan’s neck, arms tightening into a fierce hug. He seemed uncharacteristically small. 

“Bee?”

“Can this…not be just once Ev? I don’t think I’d be able to go back and I- I don’t want to lose you but I don’t think I’d be able to ever go back to pretending I’m not like obsessed with you.”

“Barty. Hey, hey.”

Evan moved his head down and coaxed Barty out of the crook in his neck so he could look at him properly. 

“We’re never going back Bee. Ok? This- fuck I think this is it for me, you know?”

“Yeah?”

Evan nodded.

“I think you’re it for me too.”

And Evan kissed him again. 

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AHHH THE ENDING WHAT DO WE THINKKK?

Also I have added it to ao3 and the link is here if you want it

[mimez-meme]

All might and hizashi friendship headcanons‼️ mention of erasermic and Davemight.

They gossip in English

Whenever all might swears in English mic laughs and always says “didn’t take you to be such a swearer all mighttt~”

They love to go to a cafe after work whenever they canto talk about random shit:3

Known as the”power loud duo” (idk💀)

Defo went to a rage room together once but all might didn’t want to break anything cuz it’s “disrespectful” mic just had to tell him “dude, it’s a rage room all this stuff is here for us to break, it’s fine, I know you got anger in you so now’s the time to let it out! Come on! And he broke everything 💀

Both marvel fans and once the pair showed up to a costume party as Batman and robin (all might was Batman obv)

All might can laugh without moving his mouth and it scares the shit out of mic

They talk about different ways to kill villains

Once all might told mic that he likes his smile and mic started to frown and look a bit upset and all might was like “HUH IM SRRY DID I DO SOMETHING WRONG?!” Mic just laughed and was like “no.. don’t worry but thanks bud, I’m not use to compliments especially ones about my appearance..” all might felt bad and hugged him “it’s alright zashi..”

Mic is one of the few who knows what all might has gone through and how he actually feels(not all of it but most) but all might doesn’t know a lot about how mic actually feels and what he’s been through (it’s hard to get the both to open up but it’s harder to get mic to open up) so all might always tries to get hizashi to open up but he mostly fails. He knows about a friend that died, and his anger and guilt but that’s about it.

All might has shit music taste and mic always tries to get him to listen to better music and whenever he does and he like idk puts on a song that’s better all might just like “what is this..” and mic just reply’s with “come on dude it’s better then whatever shit you listen to, just.. vibe”

All might was the 2nd person mic came out to and was the 2nd to know about his crush on aizawa or about their relationship. All might was obv very supportive and tries to show his support the best he can, he once tried to bake him a cake (a rainbow one ofc) but.. uh it failed. and with that mic was the first to know about all might being gay/ace and aromatic mic was shocked but then hyped him up, they’re both just support buddy’s for eachother.

All might is the biggest erasermic fan, (along with nem) mic is the biggest Davemight fan

Mic has to correct all might on his English sometimes but other then that both their English is very good🤗

All might forgets his birthday, mic always remembers so whenever mic goes “happy birthday toshi!! What do you wanna do today?” All might just stands there confused “huh?..is it my birthday?” Mic is just use to it. “Yes now come on!” Mic always forces all might to wear a birthday hat or whatever so he remembers throughout the day and so others can wish him a happy birthday

Mic was also convinced that deku was all mights secret love child and so he asked all might “are you dekus father or something..?” All might obv just laughed and denied it, mic still brings up the possibility every now and then tho

All might use to play football when younger and got a bit of a leg injury cuz of it, mic use to play volleyball and some basketball aswell, they always start talking about it one way or another

They Always make sure eachother eat

Mic knowing how much toshi suffers and how he struggles to know who he is when not “all might” he always make sure all might knows he’s not useless and he has a purpose no matter who he is, and knowing that mic goes through something similar with his “two personalities” (yk, present mic and Hizashi Yamada??) all might does the same.

Dance together sometimes (all might isn’t the best dancer..)

[luvssemma]

Tight Shirt Tight pants

Pairing- Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x female!reader

Summary- You had a tight long sleeve shirt on while training causing problems for Ghost.

Warnings- Possessive Ghost, Jealous Ghost, Smut, Fluff, A little degrading (being called a slut) Pet names (lovie darling baby)

Word count 5800

Authors Note- Thank you everyone for showing so much love on my recent posts! Also in my bio you can put your requests now! You can request anyone!

It was the hottest day of the year and you felt like you were melting with how much sweat was dripping down your forehead.

Since it was so hot you decided to wear a tight and thin long sleeve that was slightly cropped and running shorts.

When Ghost saw you in your tight shirt and shorts. He immediately felt his pants tighten. He always thought you were attractive but seeing you in that outfit he wanted to bend you over and fuck you until all you could do was babble his name.

When you started training Ghost could see the other guys staring at you like you were a piece of meat and it made his blood boil.

At first he tried to ignore the feeling and made sure they didn’t touch you but when one of the rookie walked up to you and started flirting he saw red and immediately walked over to you.

Ghost towered over you and growled “My office now Sargent”

Your eyes widen in shock and confusion and nodded quickly. “Uh yes lieutenant” you said and began following Ghost to his office.

You followed him into his office he shut the door behind you and began walking towards you.

“Sargent do you know how distracting this outfit is” Ghost asks in a low voice. You look down at your outfit now realizing how tight it was.

“I-I didn’t realize Ghost i-im sorry” you felt like your whole body was on fire feeling embarrassed. Ghost grabbed your hips making you turn to him.

“I don’t mind baby i do mind i those men looking at you like you were some kind of whore off the street” Ghost growled into your ear making you whimper softly. Ghost smirked slyly and lifted his mask just above his nose and kissed you passionately.

You immediately kissed him and held onto him tightly. Ghost picked you by your hips and carried you to his desk never breaking the kiss.

Ghost sat you down on the desk and began kissing your neck leaving red marks that would soon turn into purple hickeys. “So beautiful and all mine” Ghost said as he kisses your collarbone

You moan softly as he kissed your collarbone and neck. “G-Ghost please i need you” Ghost smirk and nodded

“Darling i love your shirt but it would better on the floor” You nodded quickly in agreement and began undressing. Ghost’s eyes scanned your body and he felt his cock throb and groaned.

You kissed Ghost hard and gripped his shoulder. Ghost gripped your hips and kissed you back just as hard. You broke the kiss and said softly “Its not fair.” Ghost tilted his head and asked “Whats not fair lovie?” you blushed at the name and bit your lip “You still have your clothes on”

Ghost smirked and said seductively “If you wanted to see me naked could’ve just said that baby” Ghost quickly tore his shirt off and unbuckled his pants.

Ghost started moving your panties to the side and ran his fingers over your folds and groaned “Fuck your so wet baby for me.” You moaned as he touched your throbbing core. “G-Ghost please.”

He chuckled “Tell me what you want Darling” he said as you began rubbing your clit slowly. You threw your head back and moans “You fingers Ghost please!” Satisfied with your answer he slipped a finger into your aching core.

Ghost slowly began fingering your needy cunt his thumb sliding over your clit making you moan his name. “F-Faster Ghost faster please!” You begged desperately. Ghost watches you fall apart on his fingers “Such a fucking slut. Look at you falling apart and i just using two fingers.”

You moaned loudly as Ghost started moving his finger faster and deeper his thumb rubbing your clit. So lost in please your eyes rolling in the back of your head “P-please d-don’t stop!” You begged like you praying. Ghost didn’t stop and watch you get closer to your orgasm. “Come on baby be a good girl and come around my fingers.” Its like his words set you off and you began coming around his finger. You leaned on his chest tiredly and he petted your hair comforting.

“Did so good for me baby” Ghost praised in your ear “But im not finished with you quite yet” Ghost began sliding his boxer off and his cock sprung out all hard with precum dripping down the side.

You eyes widen at how big it is. You figured Ghost would be big but he was huge “G-Ghosts its not gonna fit” you said nervously. Ghost just chuckled “Dont worry baby ill make it fit.” You nodded and Ghost slowly slid his tip into you aching core.

You gasped at how much his cock stretching you. Ghost kissed your forehead and whispered praises in your ear. Ghost slowly slide the rest in and lets you adjust. Tears prick your eyes from how big he is. “Y-You can-Fuck-move now.” you said whimpering.

Ghost groaned and began moving his hips slowly. He was gripping your hips so tightly that it definitely will leave bruises later. As Ghost started slamming his hips into yours faster all you could think about was how his cock was slamming into your tight cunt.

“Fuck baby look at you already drunk on my cock” Ghost grunted out. You wanted to protest but all you could was babble his name.

Ghost started slamming his cock harder and deeper hitting your g-spot. You screamed his name “ F-Fuck Ghost right t-there” you said as you threw your head back and bite your lip.

“Fuck Baby i know your so close i can feel you clenching around my cock so hard” All you do was nod to lost in the pleasure Ghost was giving you

Ghost thrust became sloppier and harder signaling he was getting close. “G-Ghost im gonna come.” you mumbled against his chest. “I know baby I -Fuck- I am too” He started going deeper and said “Come with me baby come on you can do it” You moaned in response and began coming around his cock. Ghost groaned as he felt your walls clench and spilled his warm seed deep inside your cunt

You tiredly leaned your head on his chest as Ghost ran his fingers through your hair and kissed your forehead. Ghost whisper in your ear “You mine lovie only mine”

[sunwarmed-ash]

WIP Thursday

@harrgrove helped me tear through some fucking AWFUL writers block this morning so im gonna post the next part that I have written for neverender as a treat 😘

you can read chapters 1-3 here!

Ch 4 preview

Billy stays at Steve’s as long as it takes for the bruises to heal. And then, without a word to anyone, he takes off. 

He doesn’t go far. He can’t yet. Mostly because he’s broke, but also because someone has to clean the blood off the floor before it sets for good if they want to have a prayer at selling the house. Now that Neil’s out of the picture, locked up without anyone to call and post bail, there’s nothing tying any of them to Hawkins.

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It takes over three hours but finally, the wood is starting to resemble the chestnut color it began at. He’s exhausted, his hands burn and his knees ache, but it’s done. All final traces of Neil Hargrove have been scrubbed clean from the place. 

Billy could really go for a shower and an ounce of weed right now. Wash away and burn out all memories of the last two weeks. Even the good ones. Because Billy knows from personal experience, even the good ones don’t stay that way for long.  

Steve and Max will be pissed when they wake up and notice he bailed. Even more so when he finally does for good, but they will get over it. Move on. They already have once, and that was when there was still something left of Billy to miss. 

He digs into his jeans for his wallet. After all the fucking cleaning supplies, gas, and a 6 pack to make the day a little less miserable, Billy’s left with barely enough money for either lunch, or a carton of cigerettes. 

With a heavy sigh, he chooses the cigarettes and gets in his car headed north. 

-The Diner-

“Hey you! Got a table that just opened up, come on in.” 

Within seconds of his arrival, Debbie’s waving him inside with a friendly smile. Her motherly affection feels like an assault after spending so long face down over his fathers blood. He needs to do this now, before he loses his nerve. 

“Hey Debbie, I’m uh not actually here to eat.”

“Well, I know you can’t just be here to see little ol’ me,” she smiles, putting both painted hands on her chest for emphasis.

Any other day, he might play along. He doesn't have the energy today.

“I uh, I’m looking for work, actually.”

“And you wanna work here,” she asks, suspicions raised. 

The best part about Debbie's transplant status is she didn’t the full exent of Billy’s tragic backstory. Which is also why she’s realistically the only person in Hawkins who would hire him. He desperately needs the money. He’s gotta get the hell out of here. Fast. 

“I’ll take whatever you got.” 

Just then, their cook shouts as he burns himself on something for seemingly the last time. 

“MOTHERFUCKER! FUCK THIS PLACE! FUCK! STUPID CHEAP FUCKING EQUIPTMENT! I’M FUCKING DONE!” 

Debbie, Billy, and the 3 other customers watch as the line cook tosses off his apron, grabs his stuff and storms out in a huff. 

While every eye in the restaurant blew wide, Billy’s included, Debbie barely reacts. She just keeps chewing her gum, watching as the man leaves before returning her eyes to Billy.

“Know how to cook?”