#okay n now i leave again luv u all <3

[taintedcigs]

quick QUESTION. since i still (sort of) get notifications for getaway car.... is anyone still interested in that story? would you guys want a new chapter... 👀

[tojilvrs]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ FUCK MY EX! (AND HIS BOSS) ceo!toji fushiguro x fem reader (2.7k)

repost from my old blog!!!

⁂ warnings: MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI! toji’s not a bum, reader gets cheated on (not by toji), m receiving oral, pet names, degradation, rough sex, reader’s ex sees them at the end, unprotected sex, creampie, sex as a revenge ploy, some praise, foot on head during doggy (does this have a technical name lol?), also tagging foot fetish JUST IN CASE the last thing counts lol, toji coerces reader, use of the name ‘daddy’ ONCE, spanking, some aftercare, toji steals your panties (and your heart), reader has hair long enough to be pulled

⁂ a/n: this fic literally came out of nowhere i had no plans of writing until i saw twitter porn and a little lightbulb formed above my head. anywho this is not great i wrote and proofread it while i was sleepy so if there’s mistakes don’t tell me i will get embarrassed!!!! THE PACING MIGHT ALSO BE HORRID i was just trying to get my claws on some fictional wiener. k luv u alllll <3

You never thought you could get this low.

You also never thought you’d come home to find your now ex-boyfriend balls deep in his coworker he told you not to worry about.

Way past the stages of hurt and with no more tears left to spill, you found yourself angry. You were pissed at your ex for being unfaithful. Pissed at the woman for fucking around with a man she knew was not available. And pissed at yourself for not figuring it out sooner. Once you got over your sorrows and finally felt able to pull yourself together, you just wanted to rid your apartment of anything that reminded you of him.

That's how you found yourself across the table from that rat bastard's boss. A box full of his old shit perched in your lap and your nails tapping the side of the cardboard. Scanning the room of Mr. Fushiguro's luxurious office and finding yourself filling with rage all over again knowing that the last time you were here, you were helping him get promoted.

"Pleasure seeing you again," you watched as Mr. Fushiguro took a seat in his plush office chair, "though it appears you're here to play the part of 'scorned girlfriend' instead of ‘concerned girlfriend, hm?’ Word travels fast ‘round here.”

"Ex-girlfriend."

"Right," he clasped his hands together over his chest and kicked his feet up onto his desk, knocking over his name plate, “so what're you here for, scorned ex-girlfriend?"

"Just want to give his shit back. Passing it on to you so I won't have to see him and blondie going at it in your breakroom." You watched the man crack a smile before speaking again.

"S'all you’re gonna do?" He knew your answer by the way you tore your eyes off of him and focused them on the box in your lap instead. Slightly slumping down in your chair as if you were a child in trouble trying to evade the scrutinizing gaze of a parent “Oh, don’t tell me you’re just gonna let bygones be bygones and let him get away with it scott free.”

His tone made you feel like your entire situation was almost comical. You looked back up and narrowed your eyes at the man. Scanning his face and watching the scar on his lip twitch when the corner turned up in a smirk.

“Mr. Fushiguro-“

“Don’t have to be all formal now, call me Toji.”

“Okay, what exactly are you implying, Toji?” he sighed before standing up from his desk and fixing his name plate, smirk never falling from his lips and eyes never leaving yours.

“I know he is my employee, but i’m not really… fond of him either. And you’re too pretty of a girl to just let him get away with cheating. It’d make you feel better to hurt ‘em a little bit. Get a little revenge.”

You broke away eye contact from him again to look around his office. Taking note of how sparsely decorated the area was as you pondered and tried to avoid his eyes. It wasn’t the most mature or logical decision, but he was right. It would make you feel better to make him hurt just a little bit. “And how exactly might I go about that?”

Toji laughed a little as he walked around the desk, taking the box out of your lap and placing it on the floor before settling himself behind you. The sweet tobacco scent of his cologne invaded your nostrils as he got closer to you, making his presence feel almost suffocating.

“Y’know what would really get him?” His voice sounded as if it were laced with a honeyed sweetness. The sound surrounding you and ringing around in your ears. He shifted his feet, but you still felt the heat radiating off of him and onto your back.

“What?”You felt him grow closer. Leaning down behind you. So close that you could feel his breath fan against your skin.

“Fuckin’ his boss.”

The lewd suggestion tickled the shell of your ear. Your eyes widening and mouth going dry once you realized exactly what he was proposing to you. You opened your mouth to protest. To tell him how absolutely ridiculous that was, but your words fell short. Closing your mouth again to look down and stare at the indentions the corners of the cardboard box had left in your skin.

You couldn’t say that you hadn’t let your eyes linger a little too long at Toji Fushiguro. Always noticing how easy he was on the eyes when your ex would make you tag along to work events. How his suits would perfectly contour to his body. Showing off his bulging muscles through the fabric. How he seemed to tower over you and everyone else with his height and domineering presence. How your gazes would linger a little too long on each other and how his fingertips would “accidentally” graze your hips when passing you.

You were taken away from your thoughts by the feeling of his fingers slowly caressing up and down your jaw. His touch soft, contrasting the rough calluses that lined his fingers. You also realized he had now moved directly in front of you and you were eye-level with his crotch.

“What’ll it be, sweetness?” The tip of his thumb travelled up to your bottom lip, smearing some of your lipgloss. “Y’gonna let me help you get back at him?”

You slowly looked up at him and nodded your head, still not trusting any words to come out of your mouth. He smiled down at you, removing the hand on your chin to pet your head and using his other to unbutton his slacks.

“Gonna make you feel so good, you’ll forget allllll about your little ex-boyfriend.”

You were still looking up at him dumbly as he freed heavy cock from the confines of his pants, subconsciously parting your lips and slightly sticking out your tongue at the sight of him. Relishing in the way he looked at you and the noises he made once his cock makes contact with your awaiting tongue.

“Already so good and fuckin’ obedient. Did he teach you that?” You shake your head and he cackles. Easing his way into your throat. “So you’re just naturally a whore, huh?” He lightly slaps your cheek, not even hard enough to sting, and moves from petting your head to gripping your hair once you take him all the way into your mouth. Testing your limits and pushing his way past the tight ring of muscle in the back of your throat, loving the way you choke and sputter around him. “Takin’ me so good. Bet that motherfucker couldn’t properly stuff your throat.”

Toji’s right- he couldn’t. He also isn’t quite as big as Toji is either, in both length and girth. It also seems that the man in front of you didn’t learn to fuck from porn like your ex did. Only pushing your limits a little bit at a time and not throatfucking you from the get-go. Also making sure you’re not suffocating on him for too long.

You began to move your tongue over the vein that ran on the underside of his cock, watching in satisfaction as he throws his head back and groans. Doing it again and again and watching his face contort in pleasure.

“Shit, baby, got the sweetest fuckin’ mouth.” His voice is huskier now, almost breathy. You watch as sweat begins to lightly bead across his forehead and his hands come off of you to loosen his tie around his collar. The air becoming too thick and hot for him. You suck him off with much more passion as you get used to his size. Bobbing your head up and down his length and occasionally pulling yourself off to lick on the sensitive skin around his balls. Not paying much mind to the spit that has run from your mouth and covered the bottom half of your face.

“That’s it- hah- fuck yeah… that’s it. Gonna cum down that pretty fuckin’ throat” You kept up your ministrations, using your hand to lightly squeeze his balls as you took his full length down your throat once more. Listening as Toji’s pants became progressively more and more uneven. Only taking a few more short moments before his abs tighten and he takes in a deep inhale as he shoots his load down your throat. His leg twitching as the coil in his belly snaps. Pulling off of him to stick out your tongue and show him that you swallowed it all.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl, aren’t you?” He gripped your chin tightly and you nodded your head dumbly, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. He smiled and gestured for you to walk over to the plush, black couch he kept in his office. A guiding hand resting on your lower back as he layed you down on your stomach. He took his time running his hands from your calves all the way up to your ass, like he was trying to memorize every dip in your skin. Once he reached the hem of your skirt, he flipped it up. Gently running the palms of his hands over the smooth skin and giving the right cheek a harsh slap and soothing the sting with the very same hand that inflicted it.

“Suckin’ dick make you this wet?” Your slick had soiled your panties, smearing onto your thighs. His fingers lightly ran across the soaked fabric. You felt the couch dip under his weight as he settled behind you, feeling the fabric of his haphazardly pulled down pants and the heat of whatever skin that was exposed press into you.

“Sucking yours does.” you gasp as he pushes your panties to the side to make contact with your swollen clit. The cool air of his office hitting your soaked center makes you shiver. “You’re gentler than I thought you’d be.”

“Oh baby,” He pauses, taking his hands off of you to maneuver himself around, “you haven’t had the worst yet.”

You’re comfused until you feel the tip of his cock prodding your entrance and begin to push in. Your walls greedily sucking him in even though it felt as if he was splitting you in two.

“Tight as a fuckin’ virgin, y’gotta open up for me, girl.” His fingers rub tight circles on your clit. Using that to his advantage to thrust his cock deeper and deeper into you until he’s bottomed out. Your hips arching into him as any remnants of pain begin to wash away and are overtaken with white-hot pleasure. His hands find purchase on your hips as his thrusts begin to speed up. Going harder into you and somehow hitting you deeper each time, causing tears to spring in corners of your eyes.

“Already cryin’ on my cock and we’ve barely even started? Slut can’t handle it?” He slaps your ass again, not caring if it stings. You furiously shake your head as moans and whimpers spill from your lips. Trying your hardest to match his brutal pace with your own hips. “Oh, you think you can take control now, huh? I’d watch it, little girl.”

At first you think he pushes your face into the couch with his hand. That’s until you realize that both his hands are still on your hips and it’s actually his foot that’s found its place on the back of your head as he continues to fuck the memory of your ex out of you. Your pussy clenching down on him at the mere thought of the position.

“Like being treated like a whore don’t you? Shitty man couldn’t do it like I can.” You couldn’t respond back even if you tried. Too caught up in the feeling of being stuffed full by the most skilled man you’ve ever fucked and biggest cock you’ve ever taken. Writhing under him as the pleasure of his tip repeatedly hitting your spot over and over again was becoming almost too much.

Toji must’ve felt the way your pussy began to tighten around him or how your moans were so loud the couch wasn’t muffling them well anymore. His hand snaked around your hip and back down to your clit to rub shapes on it, bringing your closer to your peak.

“That’s right, cum on this cock baby. Hah- cum all over my fuckin’ cock.” He spoke to you through gritted teeth and the sound went straight to your core. It wasn’t long after that your back slipped into a deeper arch and your cunt clenched down on him even harder. A white ring of cream forming around the base of his dick as he worked you through your orgasm and worked himself closer to his.

“Such a good girl. You’re gonna take my cum, yeah? Gonna let me fill you up?” You nodded a quick yes, pussy still quaking from your orgasm. the only thing keeping your hips from collapsing into the couch being the vice grip of his strong hands.

The foot pressed into your head was removed and replaced by his right hand gripping your hair and pulling you up to meet his face. Looking him in the eyes for the first time since he started fucking you and seeing the beast of a man he’s become. Pupils blown, hair messy, and face sweaty as his grunts get louder, more aggressive.

“So pretty baby. You’re my good, pretty girl, right? C’mon, daddy a kiss when he cums. You’ve been so. fucking. good.” The last of his words were punctuated by rough thrusts into your heat. His heavy balls slapping against your clit so hard it was making you jump. You craned your head back even more for your lips to meet his in a sloppy, lust-filled kiss as he lets out a final rough grunt into your mouth. The familiar warmth flooding your pussy as his thrusts begin to let up.

He’s gentle with you for the first time in a while, gently resting your head back down to the couch before slowly pulling his softening dick out, tucking it back into his underwear, and smoothing your skirt back down. Rubbing a hand over the arch of your back and letting you rest on his couch as he pulls off your soiled panties and pockets them for himself. Also noticing a patch of your slick that has soiled the front of his pants and smiling as a mix of both of your releases begin to trickle out of your spent hole. Using two of his fingers to push it back in. The room is quiet for the first time in a long while. Only sound being the oscillating box fan in the corner of the room. It says quiet for a while, until you break the silence.

“Don’t even think I can remember the fucker’s name anymore.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You turn over onto your back to face him, watching closely as he fixes his suit to the best of his ability. “Wouldn’t mind seeing you again, if you’d like.”

He turns to face you, smirking again, “Can’t say I’d hate that.”

It’s your turn to smirk at him before letting your head roll over and rest again. Consumed with the thoughts of how that was definitely the best revenge plan you ever participated in.

You’re almost drifting off until that same thought wakes you up again. Sitting up to look at Toji.

“Wait, how was any of that a revenge ploy if he didn’t even see it?” Toji smirks, fixing his tie. Not even a second later you hear a knock on his door before Toji gives the visitor permission to enter.

“You wanted to see m-“ Your ex stops mid-sentence once he sees you lounging on his employer’s couch with his cum leaking out of you. “Wait, what is she doing here?”

“Baby brought your shit by.” Toji kicks the box towards him as he pulls your panties out of his back pocket and swinging them around his index finger. “Anything else you need? Or do you just wanna watch me fuck your ex-girl again?”

[nereidprinc3ss]

okay i know this is kind of a specific request but can you do something with professor Spence and uni reader where they get into a spat and argue bc she did something stupid and he gets mad and she’s like “noooo pls don’t be mad i hate when you’re mad at me I’m sorry🥺” bc she literally cannot function knowing she let him down (me with everybody) but he’s like super stubborn and goes all closed up and quiet so that he doesn’t like blow up on her until she finally says like “pls talk to me” and he’s all pissed and like “hell na bitch u crazy!🗣️‼️” but then later he’s like “it’s ok i love u but neva do that shit again ho” then they make up and it’s good again 🎀 ok i explained that so poorly (and comedically if i may) but i hope u get it and pls make it SO DRAMATIC bc I live for drama! like she steals test answers or something or does something that could like get her kicked out of school OR him lose his job 🤔 sigh … idk I’m leaving now. Also i LOOPOOOCE ORRKGOOVI love your fics. Luv em

hey girl (gender neutral) this made me laugh bc genuinely sometimes i write spencer so ooc that is what he sounds like. and i'm not sorry! anyway this is potentially a vyvanse fueled nightmare but i wrote it and i'm posting it MY BLOG MY RULES BITCHESSSS!!!! but genuinely read the content warning LMAO this one got a lil kick to it

warnings/tags: ANGST, HURT/COMFORT, fem!reader, spencer and r get into a for real argument like they're mean to each other, spencer is a lil toxic but its resolved, emotionally neglects reader just for a teeensy second but then he's really nice and sweet again, discussion of his past addic+ion, gets fluffy because i'm not EVIL, gets suggestive at the end bc i am secretly evil.......

a/n: i don't know whats happening. this confuses me just as much as it confuses you. its 3 am in the morning. im gonna post nice happy things soon. Gootbye

“I cannot believe you right now. I don’t even—I don’t even know what to say.” 

“Spencer, you don’t have to say anything. It has nothing to do with you, and I’m not looking for your approval.” 

He looks up from where he’d been rubbing his temples, like you’re a headache, eyebrows raised and lips parted in indignant disbelief. 

“Oh! You’re not looking for my approval? Well thank god for that, because if you were one of my students I would recommend expulsion to the board.” 

“Are you fucking kidding me? I just said I don’t care about your opinion on this, much less your hypothetical opinion from some alternate universe where you have any authority over my education whatsoever.” 

“You distributed an answer key to half of your class! Objectively this is the kind of thing that gets people expelled. I don’t understand how someone so smart could do something so fucking stupid.” 

The words bite more than you were prepared for—but what hurts even more is how much he seems to mean them. In arguments past you’d both said things you didn’t mean, and then would immediately melt into I’m so sorry’s and the fight would resolve itself. Spencer’s clenched jaw and inability to make eye contact with you do not lend themselves to tender apologies. They cannot be attributed to miscommunication. 

You take a step closer to where he’s bracing himself against the countertop, arms crossed defensively in front of your chest. 

“Spencer, I’m sorry. I didn’t think it was such a big deal. People cheat in college all the time.” 

Still no reply. His head shakes so minutely you wonder if you’re imagining it. Panic wells in your chest. 

“Please talk to me. I really hate when you ice me out. I’m sorry, okay? Just... please say something.” 

Finally, his eyes slide to you. They lack the fiery anger of moments ago but there’s not much softness there either. His normally warm gaze now feels too abrasive, too cold and sharp on your bare skin. You're exposed, much too soft for that grating look, and it feels like he can see everything that’s wrong with you. 

“Believe me when I tell you this. I am doing us both a favor by not speaking to you right now.” 

And then he’s leaving the kitchen—nothing but a breeze against your cheek and the sound of a door slamming to prove he was ever there. 

The apartment is silent. You stand in the middle of the kitchen, unsure of what to do next. Spencer very, very rarely gets angry at you to the point of neglect, and you know he’s doing his best with what was modelled for him as a child and his tendency to feel things so deeply it’s nearly disabling; but that doesn’t make it hurt much less. It doesn’t make you feel less abandoned or alone.  

You’re sad, and you’re still pissed, and maybe you’re in just a bit of shock as you robotically move back to your nest of blankets on the couch and resume your schoolwork. What else is there to do? Unless Spencer is right—unless you really are about to get expelled after getting the answer key for an upcoming test from a friend, who then gave it to another friend, and so on. But is that really your fault?  

It’s a struggle to stay focused as your mind keeps drifting back to Spencer in the other room, those cruel words and that cold steely look in his eye that isn’t supposed to ever be aimed at you. It’s not a secret that side of him exists, but it doesn’t belong in this apartment. It’s not something he needs to use against you. He’s supposed to be on your side. But instead, he’d said you should be expelled and essentially called you stupid. And now you’re doing homework for a class at a school you may not even be a student of come Monday. 

---------------------------------------------------

The sound of the office door opening forty-five minutes later spikes your blood pressure and simultaneously makes your heart flutter, because no matter how mad at him you might be, Spencer is still Spencer.  

He comes to stand behind the couch quietly, but you don’t acknowledge him. Maybe your typing gets a bit more aggressive, but aside from that you flat out reject his presence. 

“Can we talk?” 

You let him sweat for a minute as you finish your paragraph. 

“I don’t know, Spencer. Can we? Or are you not done with your temper tantrum?” 

“That is... well deserved,” he sighs, rounding the couch and tapping the bottom of your foot, signaling that he wants you to move your legs. You despise how automatically you comply, pulling your knees to your chest to avoid touching him as he sits next to you. There’s a long moment of silence, in which you resume typing. Spencer scoffs, leaning in slightly to peer at your screen. “Are you doing homework right now? I’m a complete asshole to you and you just... do your homework?"

“What the fuck else was I supposed to do?” you almost-yell, slamming your laptop shut and blinking away potential tears. “The only person I wanted to talk to called me stupid and fucking left!” 

The tears realize their potential once you admit the blunt truth. 

Spencer carefully moves your laptop and pulls you into his arms—and you just let him. There’s not much fight left in you. There wasn’t a lot to begin with. 

“I am so sorry, angel. You’re right, I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have yelled, I shouldn’t have said what I said, I shouldn’t have walked away. I overreacted.” 

“Yeah, you really did,” you cry, allowing him to run his hand over your hair. “Why did you do that? Why were you so fucking mean?” 

His voice shakes slightly as he responds, betraying his own anxieties, and a new, unwelcome sense of trepidation slithers through your veins. 

“I was wondering that, too. Even as I was saying it, I knew—I knew it wasn’t what I wanted to be saying. And then I was in the other room and I wanted to be out here, and I couldn’t figure out why I wasn’t. But I think I was just scared. Which—I know, doesn’t really make sense, but... I think about when Ethan dropped out of the academy, and ended up doing heroin in New Orleans for three years, and I think about when I almost left the BAU because I was so convinced I’d never get clean that I didn’t even want to anymore, and—and the idea of you losing your education and your direction like that terrified me, probably unreasonably, and I took it out on you. And I’m sorry.” 

“But I’m not like you or Ethan. You don’t have to worry about that. Even if I... even I do get in some sort of disciplinary trouble. That’s a road you don’t have to worry about me going down, ever.” 

He fixes some unseen wrinkle on your shirt.  

“Yeah, but, remember... I used to not be like me or Ethan either. Do you think twelve-year-old Spencer would have ever even considered that of the infinite realities and universes which exist, he was living in one where someday he’d be shooting up in the bathroom at work?” 

“Mm-mm,” you hum, shaking your head and burying your face in Spencer’s shoulder. The sound is more of a plea for him to be less descriptive than an answer to his rhetorical question. It’s still much easier for him to talk about that part of his life than it is for you to have to actually imagine it. You didn’t know him then, but you’ve seen pictures, and you know Spencer now, and it’s... it’s just too much. Too sad. 

“Okay,” he agrees soothingly, still playing with your hair. “I digress. My point is that literally anything is possible, and while it’s not necessarily likely, I more than anyone know that anxiety even over the most improbable of things is never completely unfounded.”  

You sniffle in response, too emotionally and physically exhausted to contribute much to the conversation by this point. Thankfully, Spencer can talk for two. An idiosyncrasy which you love and comes in handy every once in a while. He can play his own devil’s advocate; in this case, you. 

“But that doesn’t mean I get to take it out on you. Ever. I truly, truly, sincerely apologize for that. I never want to hurt you.” 

You let the apology sink into your skin like a salve, soothing every abrasion those earlier words had left in their violent wake. 

After a few minutes, you find the energy to ask a question that might best remain unanswered. 

“Are you still mad at me?” 

He’s quiet for a beat, seemingly contemplative as his fingers trace abstract patterns in a language all his own on your arm. 

“I’m not thrilled. But you were right earlier. It’s not my place to be mad at you for something like that.” 

“Mm... it’s a little bit your place. You’re an actual professor.” 

He chuckles. 

“At an entirely different university.” 

“Thank god,” you laugh. “You and me at the same school would be such an HR clusterfuck.”

While it’s almost a serious matter, the smile in his voice is evident. 

“Yeah... I, uh... try not to think about it.” 

“Okay, but seriously. In your professional opinion. Am I fucked? Like, do I need to prepare an appeal and character witnesses or whatever?” 

Spencer sighs. 

“It was incredibly reckless and irresponsible. You should be ready for disciplinary pushback from the schoolboard if you get caught. That being said... because over sixty of you got a hold of the answer key, I doubt anyone is getting expelled, and even if they did, it would likely only be the TA and the student he gave the key to. It’s my tentative, professional opinion that you’ll probably be fine.” 

You relax slightly, allowing a tension you didn’t realize was there to shed like an old skin. 

“I’m not gonna cheat again,” you promise on an exhale. It’s simply too much risk for too little reward.

Spencer’s response is quiet, and comes much faster than you’d expected. 

“Oh, I know you aren’t. Because if you do, you’re going to have to worry about disciplinary action from me. And I’m not nearly as nice as the dean of your school, darling girl.” 

But something about the way he says it—a thinly veiled threat/promise contrasted by a sweet kiss to your forehead—doesn’t exactly make academic honesty look all that exciting.

[beom-pyu]

nights ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ huening kai

huening kai x fem!reader , tags; established relationship , tiniest bit of angst , nsfw , emotional hurt/comfort , cute bf!kai , misunderstandings , he's had a long day, okay?!?! , u make it up to him tho!!! , kai luvs u , fluff , this is so soft i can only write soft stuff HELP , kai almost cries :(( , you call kai "angel"

warnings: smut (minors dni!!) , insecure kai , riding , unprotected sex , cumming inside , slight dom reader? u take the lead , marking (hickies) , praise praise praise , tit sucking , cockwarming

a/n: hiiii!! its been so long since i've posted a fic! currently wrapping up this semester :3 but thank you all for 350+ followers!!! i know it may seem small but all of your support really makes me so sososos happy and im so thankful for u all! now here's some cute bf kai for ur enjoyment hehe

wc: 3.2k+

“i am literally on the verge of quitting this damn job,” you groan with your phone pressed against your ear, lying horizontally on the couch in one of kai’s shirts and panties as some random drama plays on the t.v. in the background.

this has been going on for weeks—your lazy boss has been assigning you and your coworkers extra reports so he can go on vacation, leaving your entire division working overtime almost every night. you are both stressed and drained, fed up with your higher-up’s mistreatment.

“i hear you. how did we end up with the worst boss to grace this earth?” your coworker, sakura, whines into the mic in agreement.

the sound of keys at the door seizes your attention, pulling your phone away from your ear for a second to check the time. 9:15 p.m. kai’s schedule must’ve ended earlier today.

“hey, sakura, my boyfriend just got home so i’ll text you.” you give kai a small smile and wave as he enters your apartment, his exhausted eyes brightening at the sight of you. he slips his shoes and jacket off quietly as to not disturb your call while you and your coworkers say your goodbyes.

once you’ve hung up, you motion kai over to your spot on the couch as you try to sit up, giggling once his entire body flops directly on top of you. he buries his head into your clothed stomach, mumbling out a discernable sentence into your belly as his arms come to wrap around you. 

“what was that, angel?” you laugh out as he mumbles something again before his head turns to the side, his eyes closing as your fingers tangle into his hair.

“said i missed you. and you smell nice,” he speaks sleepily, nuzzling his cheek against your shirt. you let out a chuckle, gently running your fingers through his hair.

“i missed you too, angel. how was your day?” 

kai simply whines in response to your question and you take that as a good enough answer—you understand right away, tapping his cheek so that he can raise his head. he looks up at you, his fluffy hair bouncing a bit, falling into his eyes. your heart flips at the adorable sight. 

“rough day, hm?” you ask as you push his hair back and he nods with a little pout, his head flopping back down. 

“so busy,” is all he replies with and you automatically understand, your fingers massaging his scalp. “just gonna rest my eyes…”

and you’re sure he’s already falling asleep as he goes dead silent in your hold. you chuckle at your teddy bear of a boyfriend before your phone dings with a notification. you grab the device and you immediately have to suppress an annoyed groan at the email from your boss. you’ve already clocked out and he’s still assigning you more work.

you open your messages to text sakura.

you: he just emailed me another report to finish this week

you: like, can’t he do it himself???

you feel kai nuzzle himself further into you, shuffling around a bit before going still again. your hand is still mindlessly playing with hair before you get another notification.

sakura: and guess who just called me back in.

you: no way. is he being serious rn?

sakura: yup. completely.

sakura: he must’ve lost his mind

sakura: if he even had one to begin with

you: he’s literally so annoying wtf

you: i can’t stand him

you:  idk how much longer i can put up with him tbh

“can we watch a movie?” kai suddenly mumbles, his voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. you smile at his sleepy tone, your fingers stilling in his hair.

“i thought you were tired?” you inquire playfully.

“wanna spend more time with you,” kai speaks nonchalantly—but you’re sure your heart explodes in your chest at the simple words. you love him so much.

“let me go get some snacks and you pick the movie.”

it takes a good 2 minutes to finally get kai to move off of your body—complete with a few whines and grabby hands—but the mission is successful nonetheless. you toss your phone onto the couch before heading into the kitchen, rummaging around in the cabinets for popcorn.

it takes much longer than you intended, already hearing a movie begin to play on the screen as you pour the freshly popped food into a big bowl, grabbing some drinks out of the fridge as well.

kai gives you a stiff smile as you walk back into the room, arms full of snacks. you shoot him a questioning look, but his eyes are already glued back onto the t.v. screen. it is pretty dark, so maybe you didn’t see correctly—but you are sure you saw tears in his eyes too.

“you okay, angel?” you ask as you set the popcorn and drinks out on the coffee table, your eyes flickering over to him in between every movement. he looks over at you quickly before nodding slightly.

“mhm. just sleepy.” he offers you a faint smile before turning back to the movie. you feel a little uneasy at the response, but he did say he had a hard day and you don’t want to push him any further. you take a seat next to him, pulling your legs up to your chest before grabbing your phone to see if sakura has texted you back.

“babe…?” kai starts, slow and unsure. you lift your head from your phone to give him your attention, taking note of the way his hands wring in his lap, his leg bouncing anxiously.

“yea?” you ask, tossing your phone to the side to turn your body toward him. his eyes flicker up to yours nervously before darting away.

“i—nothing. nevermind,” he awkwardly laughs, shaking his head slightly as he tries to focus back on the t.v. 

worry fills your body at his actions—if there’s one thing you knew about kai, it would be when he has something on his mind. and you can tell there’s something on the tip of his tongue by the way his leg continues to bounce, his mind clearly off somewhere far away.

you pout a bit, moving to straddle his lap, successfully gaining his attention. his eyes shoot up to yours and it’s only now that you can clearly see the slight glossiness of his orbs, tears pooling in his waterline.

“angel, what’s wrong?” you ask, your hands immediately coming up to hold his face. kai rarely ever cries, especially around you, so your gut churns with concern as he bites his lip and looks away from you, hands clenched at his sides.

“i’m sorry,” kai mumbles out, looking down at his lap. you let out a tiny noise of disagreement, your thumbs grazing his cheeks in an attempt to comfort him—yet he still continues to avoid your eyes. 

“why are you apologizing?” you raise a hand to brush some of his dark hair out of his face. kai shakes his head again, his locks falling right back into his eyes.

“i’m sorry for being annoying—i just had a rough day and… i didn’t mean to be clingy and make you uncomfortable. i’m sorry, i won’t do it again. just—just don’t leave me, please.” 

all of kai’s words rush out in a single breath, his voice slightly cracking at that last sentence, his body trembling slightly. you struggle to keep up, your brows furrowed in confusion. 

“kai, angel, look at me,” you speak and despite his initial apprehension, his head lifts at your words. his eyes are shiny with tears as you cradle his face. “what are you talking about, my love? where is all of this coming from?”

“you… you left your phone unlocked when you got up—i didn’t mean to snoop but i saw your texts…” his voice is quiet and filled with sadness as he explains. your eyes widen as realization dawns on you, letting out a sigh of relief. this time kai’s head tilts in confusion, a pout settled on his lips. 

“kai, i was ranting about my boss. you know—how he’s been making me work overtime lately?” 

you watch with fondness as his cheeks redden, lips pursed shut. you can’t help but giggle as his hands shoot up to cover his face, covering your hands with his own.

“i’m so stupid,” his muffled voice sounds from behind his large hands. you laugh a bit—just because he’s so cute—moving your hands to pry his own from his face. an embarrassed smile rests on his lips and you are quick to peck them, once, twice, before leaning back.

“you’re not stupid, angel. it was just a little misunderstanding,” you giggle and he whines, his hands covering his face again. “come here, cutie.”

his harmonic laugh fills your ears as you lean in close to gently move his hands out of the way, kissing him again. you feel his body slowly unwind as your lips move against his, your hands replacing his own as you cup his cheek, pressing your body close to him. 

when you separate, he’s out of breath, his hands hovering at your sides as you gaze down at him lovingly. you notice how perfectly placed you are in his lap, slightly rolling your hips down onto him—his lips part at the action, his chest rising and falling quickly.

“just relax, angel. let me do the work, okay?”

 your hands are still on his cheeks as his eyes glimmer up at you, still wet and glistening. he nods in response, his mouth hanging open slightly as he stares at you in awe. so cute. you smile down at him before pressing your lips against his, your hands sliding into his hair.

kai softens into your touch, his hovering hands finally resting on your hips, holding you steady in his lap. you moan a bit as his teeth eagerly nip at your bottom lip, tongue swiping across shortly after to ease the sting. his hips move up against yours, trying to create any friction possible. he’s already hard, you notice, feeling his thick erection pressing against your core.

you pull away from the kiss to take a good look at his pretty face, his lips slick with your spit, a slight pink resting on his cheekbones. you can’t resist the urge to lean down to kiss up his jaw, pecking that spot under his ear that makes his body rack with shivers. he whines quietly as you suck marks onto his skin, still slightly sticky with sweat from his long day. 

“do you wanna fuck me, angel?” you whisper low in his ear—and he quite literally moans at your words, nodding quickly as his hands grip your hips tighter, his hips bucking up into your clothed core.

“yes, yes, please,” he pants, already tugging at your clothes to get them off of your body. you giggle at his enthusiasm, letting him pull your shirt over your head. the movie running in the background does little to nothing to cancel out the heavy breathing as you wrap your arms around kai’s neck, arching your back a bit as he takes one of your sensitive buds into his mouth. 

his tongue swirls around your nipple, his hands coming up to grope your boobs, loving how soft and bouncy there are. his hips move against you impatiently, but you know he won’t do anything without your word.

“my good boy,” you sigh out, the flashing lights from the t.v casting a sparkly reflection in his dark eyes. you smile dreamily at him, cupping the side of his face in your hand before you lean down to kiss him again. 

his hands roam your body with such determination and your mind grows muddled with every kiss to your chest and brush of his fingertips against your heated skin. you can feel yourself leaking through your panties as you grind against him. you sit back a bit to grab the bottom of his shirt, tugging it up.

“i wanna see you too,” you speak as you help him take it off. you’ll never get used to how gorgeous he is—you know he’s been working out even more recently, and the fruits of his labor are definitely starting to show. his pecs are prominent as you lightly drag your nails over his feverish skin, hearing the strained moan he lets out at the touch. always so sensitive. 

you trail your fingers down to his stomach and he lets his head fall back with a sigh. you lean in to press fluttery kisses to his bared neck and a low moan leaves his lips as you bite onto his skin. he smells like the cologne that you had gifted him for his birthday and the scent makes your stomach flip with anticipation. 

“all mine,” you mumble and his hips buck up again, his head lulling to the side to give you more access to his neck.

“all yours, all yours,” he echoes out, his hands running up and down the sides of your body. you feel your core pulse when he brings a hand down to rub your clit through your panties, rolling your hips against his fingers.

your actions are feverish as your fingers trail lower to the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling his pants and underwear back in one swift motion. his crying dick slaps against his stomach at the action, already leaking glistening precum that leaves a trail across his lower stomach. his tip is an angry red and you have to resist the urge to get down on your knees and have a taste for yourself.

kai’s hands are obediently still on your hips as he waits for your next move, eyes flickering across your face. you give him a small smile before placing your cupped hand right below his mouth, cocking your head to the side.

“spit.” 

and he does—a string of saliva leaving his mouth, dropping into the palm of your hand, dripping off of his lips. the broken moan that leaves his lips is music to your ears as you grab onto his erection with your slicked-up hand, spreading his own spit over the length. 

“you listen so well, angel,” you breathe out, watching as he preens at your praise, a tiny smile finding its way onto his face. he looks so gorgeous—with his dark hair roused and in his eyes, cheeks flushed, his beauty marks sitting on his skin like stars in the sky.

you lean in to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his lips, his tongue immediately swiping over your bottom lip. he pants into your mouth, whining softly when you squeeze his dick a little too hard, his hips shaking as he tries not to thrust up into your hand.

you have mercy on him though—already feeling yourself leaking onto his pants. you pull your panties to the side, lining yourself up with his dick. his eyes never leave yours, staring at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes as you rub his tip in between your folds; a whimper leaves his lips as you slowly sink down on him, your eyes fluttering at how full you already feel.

his dick is thick and long, filling you up perfectly—as if your cunt was made for him. your legs slightly shake at the feeling, your free hand resting on his shoulder to hold yourself steady as you begin to bounce on his cock, soft moans leaving your lips as his tip hits your cervix every time.

“so good, angel. so big, fuck,” you whine and kai’s fingers tighten on your waist, subtly helping you move up and down on him. your moans mix together beautifully, loving the way he whimpers when your walls clench around him, his hands running up your back and down your thighs, touching every part of you in his reach.

you can’t even chastise him when he begins thrusting up into you, his head thrown back against the couch as he watches you through hooded eyes. your bouncing tits put him in a trance, his hand coming up to brush over your hard nipples. your pussy gushes and soaks his lap, eyes screwed shut from how addicting his cock is, twitching inside of your cunt.

every thrust into your heat makes your stomach flip with pleasure, getting lost in the way his hips snap against yours perfectly. you can tell he’s getting close too by the way his rhythm falters—his moans are high and breathy, his body shaking slightly as you rock your hips back and forth.

“can i—fuck, can i cum, please?” kai stutters out as he lifts his head to rest his forehead against yours. 

“fill me up, angel. i’m all yours.” 

his heavy pants fan your lips and you capture his again, moaning at the way he hastily licks into your mouth. you can already feel your high crashing upon you with one last stroke, your own whimpers falling deaf to your ears as his moans tip you over the edge. your body buzzes with electricity as your pussy pulsates around him, feeling him pump his thick ropes of cum into you at the action.

you swallow his moans as his hips thrust up into you a few more times before slowing to a stop, his tongue swirling with yours, swiping over your teeth, pulling away to kiss down your neck—as if he can’t get enough of you. you let your body fall forward onto his chest, your breath fanning against his neck.

you’re both quiet as you come down from your highs, the movie on the screen long forgotten. once your arms stop feeling like jelly, you sit up, finding kai’s eyes easily in the darkness of the living room. 

he’s completely ruined—lips shiny and red, his neck and ears the same color. soft marks are already blooming on his skin from your ministrations and you find yourself lightly brushing over them, pressing into the bruises with the pads of your fingers. kai’s eyes don’t break away from your gaze as he bites his lip at the slight pain, his dick twitching inside of you. good to know.

“i love you, angel. you did so well,” you smile down at him and you swear his ears go even redder as your fingers stroke his hair. “please don’t ever think for a second that i would leave you, okay?” 

kai nods quickly, leaning into your touch like a puppy.

“i love you,” he responds, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you into his chest. you let out a small noise of surprise at the quick movement, but melt into his embrace even quicker. his hold on you is strong as you rest your head against his shoulder.

“can we just stay like this for a bit?” kai mumbles, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. you giggle a bit, nodding in response. his dick is warm and snug inside of you, trapping his cum inside of you. his body feels like home against yours as he pecks your skin, and you let your eyes flutter shut in the arms of the one you love most.

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[idlerin]

nonsense — 40. only your love

preferably listen to old love by yuji while reading :)

masterlist — previous | epilogue

✦ fun facts !

oikawa showed [name] the letters he wrote for her :)

[name] is wearing her necklace with oikawa’s initials on it again :)

oikawa is regularly showered with [name]’s random drabble ideas :)

they have a joint morning routine now :)

oikawa went with [name] when she talked to her parents :)

sometimes they spend nights together with [name] writing papers and oikawa reading manuscripts :)

oikawa is spoiled with affection ([name] is too) :)

nonsense ! an oikawa tooru social media au

synopsis. you were oikawa tooru’s #1 fan, until you became his #1 hater. you hated him so much you went viral on twitter (accidentally) and literally became known as “the oikawa tooru hater”, doesn’t help that he keeps fueling the fire by subtweeting you. everyone is all in for this new drama. what isn’t known to the public, is that this particular drama’s been on hold for three years (him being your ex and all).

a/n — THIS IS IT officially the end of the main story!!! its been such a long journey with u guys (cuz of my hiatuses) and IM ACTUALLY SO HAPPY AND THANKFUL AND GRATEFUL TO EVERYONE WHO STAYED READ COMMENTED REBLOGGED AND MORE nonsense wouldnt be nonsense without you guys ☹️❤️ i have more to say but i’ll be putting it in the epilogue (3-parts, will be short) the epilogue is essentially just a bonus and this is like the actual last part of the story :(( love you guys i’ll construct a proper message i swear HAHAHAHAA okay last thing, thank you for loving oikawa and [name]’s love and sticking till the end!

taglist is closed ! + (1/2) @kawaii-angelanne @ceneridiankaa @kittycasie @rukia-uchiha-98 @polish-cereal @kellesvt @rockleeisbaeeee @kashxyou @imsoluvly @jjulliette @tooruchiiscribs @littlefreakjulia @gomjohs @qualitygiantshoepsychic @mellowknightcolorfarm @konzumeken @migosple @kuroogguk @sangwooooo @katsu-shi @wolffmaiden @rijhi @2baddies-1porsche @yeehawcity @aishkaaa @crueldinasty @renardiererin @yyuiz @llamakenma @penguinlovestowrite @princelingperfect @hearts4faey @yoonabeo @pantherhappy @julia-1901 @godsbiggestmenace @angel-luv-04 @noideawhothatis @bethbat @natsvmie @luna-mothii @lylovw @apinu @leave-rae-alone @kamikokii @bananasquash @eitaababe @minimari415 @hanabihwa @nilopillo

[nervousgardenerkid]

Private, not secret

a/n: me being happy cause my no sabo ass can finally start using the little spanish sayings i've learned/said throughout my life😭😭not sure how to feel about this or how it ended....just the thought of miguel coming home and COMPLETELY unwinding and being putty in ur hands....it does something to me okay?? i just wanna take care of him pls as always i hope u all enjoy this and credit to the gif owner! <3

warnings: none really! cursing, some spanish, (that's probs not good i'm sorry my luvs i wasn't taught my native language </3) miguel being soft then grumpy lol, not proofread (that's a warning itself).

no pronouns are used in this story and there wasn't any specific races mentioned so everyone can read!! i'll probs do a translation of the phrases i used later👁️👄👁️

There was one thing that was certain about Miguel O’Hara, and that one thing was how private he was about his life. It was no surprise to anyone at headquarters how private he was about his life outside of Spiderman. For all they knew, Miguel practically lives in his office. From the moment they stepped foot into the building, to the moment they walked out, Miguel would be there staring at the screens that were in front of him.

There was something different about today though. Something different about this week. It hadn't been the best week for any of the Spider-people down at headquarters, meaning it definitely wasn't a good week for Miguel. Anomalies were escaping, villains were destroying cities, and Hobie missed a morning debrief again, yet Miguel hasn't blown up yet. Not even a cold icy glare was sent their way.

“This is weird…” Peter mumbled to himself as Mayday crawled up his body, sitting on his shoulders giggling as he watched Miguel talk to Hobie calmly.

Gwen lowered herself down from the ceiling hanging upside down beside him.

“I was thinking the same thing.”

She flips over, landing on her feet effortlessly.

“Doesn't he usually start yelling by this point?” Pavitr asked, following closely behind Gwen.

Peter slowly nods his head, his eyes not leaving the sight in front of him, but widening more when he sees Miguel laugh at something Hobie says.

“Did he just…?” Peter mumbles quietly to himself

“Oh yeah, he did,” Gwen says while grabbing onto Mayday.

“Awe nah,” Miles said, swinging next to them.

“Yall remember when he tried literally killing me?! Ain't no way bros just out here laughing now.”

“Laughing with me too at that,” Hobie said while turning around and watching Miguel leave before facing his friends again with a sly smile.

“You all thinking what I'm thinking?” Hobie asked.

“We go home early?” Peter asked while taking Mayday back from Gwen, placing her in her carrier.

“We kidnap him for questioning-”

“We follow him home-”

“We leave him alone to bathe in his happiness!”

Four pairs of eyes all fall on Pavitr as soon as the words leave his mouth, causing him to nervously clear his throat.

“I’m just saying…maybe it's best if we leave him alone. I mean, do we really want Miguel to be angry and start yelling at us again?”

-

“I guess we do want Miguel to yell at us.”

Pavitr whispered harshly, earning four loud shushes as they hung off of a random building.

“Are you sure this is the right place?” Miles asked quietly as he put his hands up near his eyes, peering into the window.

“Has to be,” Hobie replied with a smile as he grabbed onto Mayday who was crawling up to the roof.

“We followed him here ourselves!” Gwen exclaimed. “He has to be here.”

Peter gasps and ducks out of your eyesight, pulling down Gwen and Pavitr with him and shushing everyone.

“Oh my god, we should've listened to Pav-”

“Yes, you should have.” Pav cut off with a smile.

“This is someone else’s house!”

Miles whispered as he kept looking at the window, silently thanking the universe for his invisibility powers.

“Miles! Get down already!” Gwen said while looking up at him, but her words go into one of Miles’ ears and out the other as he watches Miguel walk into the home with a familiar scowl on his face.

“Wait! Miguel just walked in.”

Interest peaked from everyone as they all make their way over to the window, peeking inside and gasping when they see you jump into Miguel’s arms

“I don't believe it…” Gwen quietly said to herself.

“Huh, well that's something I didn't expect.” Peter followed.

“Oh, this is great! Miguel is in love with someone! Do you think anyone else knows? What about Jess? Or maybe even-”

Pav’s words are cut short when Mayday starts banging on the window when she sees the large familiar man her father works with. Gasps leave the mouths of everyone when they hear the exchange between you and Miguel.

“Miguel…why is there a baby sticking to our window?”

“Dios mío, pinche Parker…”

Peter feels his heart drop when his last name leaves Miguel’s lips. He reaches up ready to grab his beautiful daughter (and possibly say his last words to her) but grabs onto a chiseled face instead.

“Oi, he's a dead man now, yeah?” Hobie whispers to his friends.

Peter slowly looks up, giggling nervously when he sees Miguel's face in his hands still.

“Parker, let go of my face.”

Peter quickly drops his hands and starts stuttering over his words to explain why he's there with everyone until Miguel holds up a hand to stop him.

“You five,” he said, gesturing to the group. “In the house.”

The group wastes no time as they all swing into Miguel’s house carefully trying not to knock anything over. It's now that they take the time to look around his decorated home, smiling when they see pictures scattered along the wall. The place is nice, it screams Miguel and someone else, they just don't know who yet.

“Parker. Your baby, please.”

Peter looks back over at Miguel who stands perfectly still as Mayday begins to climb over him into the arms of a giggling you.

“She is just adorable! Mira que lindo, Miggy! Don't you just want to eat her up?”

Peter’s heart swells when Mayday giggles at your compliments, his eyes widening a bit when he sees Miguel smile at you.

“Yes, cariño she's cute, but I think she needs to go back with Peter.”

Peter steps forward with his arms out, chuckling when Mayday jumps into them. Miguel turns to face them all, ready to send them back home when he sees the looks on their faces.

“Fine,” he sighs. “Ask away.”

“Are you the reason he’s nicer now?”

“How long has this been going on?!”

“Does he glare at you when you mess up things too?”

“This couch is lovely. I have to know where you got it from.”

You laugh softly as questions are thrown your way a mile a minute. Miguel grumbles to himself as he walks over to the kitchen table, your hand in his as he drags you to sit onto his lap.

“You happier at work now guapo? Hm?”

The team collectively gasps when a pretty rose color makes itself evident across his cheeks as your hands run through his hair, tangling itself with the strands resting on the back of his neck.

“Mi alma...not in front of them.” he quietly whines while hiding his face on your shoulder.

“No way he's blushing right now,” Miles mumbles under his breath to Hobie.

Miguel shoots him a glare, his eyes glowing red as you let out soft coos and bring his head against your chest.

“Yah Miggy, cálmate por favor,”

You look over at the spider people standing around in your living room, getting up from Miguel’s lap and walking over to the fridge.

“Are you guys hungry?” you asked while looking over your shoulder and smiling at them.

“I didn't make enough dinner for all of us but I'm sure I can find something to cook real quick!”

“Amor, they were just leaving-” Miguel starts, but is cut off quickly.

“I could eat some food.”

“I'll take some water if that's okay!”

Peter walks over to Miguel’s food, grabbing a piece of food from his plate and humming in contentment when the flavors melt on his tongue.

“This is amazing! What seasonings did you use?”

Miguel can't even comprehend what's happening as everyone rushes over toward you, stealing your attention away from him. He takes a moment to let everything sink in as his eyes fall on you smiling and laughing while holding Mayday in your arms. His heart swells at the sight in front of him, feeling nothing but happiness at the fact that you get along with people he's grown close to over time. That happy little bubble he's in quickly pops when he sees Peter standing over the stove with Hobie and Miles, eating the food you cooked as if they haven't eaten in years.

“Please, have some. We insist.” Miguel said under his breath, his arms crossing over his chest.

“Fank…you!” Miles said with a mouthful of food. Homie and Peter followed him giving him a thumbs up with a smile.

Miguel takes a deep breath, his hands flying to his face pinching the bridge of his nose as he makes his way over to you while mumbling under his breath.

“No puedo mas, no puedo mas, no puedo mas.”

He smiles as Mayday jumps from your arms into his, his hands finding their way under her tiny arms as he lifts her into the air laughing with her.

“Do you really need your daddy Mayday? I'm sure you can stay with me and mi vida, no?”

Mayday laughs, her hands loudly coming together as she claps, then puts her hand into her mouth when Miguel settles her onto his shoulders.

Peter quickly gulps down the food that was in his mouth as Gwen lets out an awkward chuckle.

“Something tells me we’ve overstayed our welcome…”

Peter nods his head quickly, snatching Mayday off of Miguel and offering you a smile.

“Yeah, we should head out soon, pretty sure MJ is cooking lasagna tonight.”

The rest of the group walked toward the window they entered in, their heads looking over their shoulders waving goodbye to you as they thank you and hope to meet again soon. Miguel wraps his arms around you from behind as he watches them all filter out the room one by one, swinging their way back home.

He sighs and rests his head on your shoulder.

“Everything okay Miggy?” you ask quietly as you reach out behind you to play with his hair.

He nods his head, his arms squeezing you just a bit tighter as he starts to leave kisses where your shoulder and neck meet.

“Just tired cariño, even when I'm away from work I can't escape them.”

You chuckle and turn around to face him, your arms draping around his shoulders as you place a kiss on his cheek.

“They just wanna see what's got you so happy at work now guapo,” you whisper quietly. “They’re your friends and they love you.

Your hands come to rest on his cheeks, your thumbs gently caressing his skin. He leans into your touch, a small scoff leaving his lips.

“They aren't my-”

“They are your friends.” you lean up a bit to gently place a kiss on his lips, smiling when you pull away and watch him follow your lips.

“They're your friends and you love them, Miguel.”

He smiles, placing another kiss on you as his hand tangles itself in your hair, attempting to bring you closer to him.

“Fine,” he mumbles, pulling away with a smile. “They're my friends and I love them, but not as much as I love you.”

Your hands slide down to his chest and grip the shirt he's wearing, bringing him closer to you, ready to get lost in the feeling of him before a voice breaks you both away.

“Awe, we love you too Miguel.”

“Pinche cabrón- Parker! Go home!”

[mekakitsune]

Hiii! I loved reading your dating Mirage headcannons. I've been on a roll with simping and loving him That being said, I'd love HCs of how Mirage would act around his (major) crush on a newer Legend who is kind of oblivious to his care for them... so how do you think he'd act when they get hurt outside of a game?

Thank you so much if you fulfill this request! Your writing is truly admirable <33 take care of yourself and happy holidays!

thank you so much love, you are so kind! luv this request btw, i hope its want u wanted <3

cw: bloody nose mentioned quite a lot, elliot is a mess and so is reader..literally lol

mirage with a legend s/o;

pray for your squad mates. its painful to watch.

elliot is SO flirty with you in and out of the games, and ofc, you dont see it as anything unusual from the legend. hes like that with everyone....right?

makes it his own responsibility to keep you on your feet in battle, would probably leave someone else to die to come help you.

yeahhh renee was not happy with him after that one

definitely a bet going around to see if elliot will actually spill his feelings. its become quiet the conversation starter among everyone.

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you were training one day, something you all did regularly to stay on top of your game

and it can get pretty intense sometimes. but you all know your limits, thats why you called it quits with a bloody nose and a sore back after sparring with kairi.

she was spewing apologizes left and right, and you reassured her it was all in good fun, and that you were okay.

just as she holds out her hand to help you up, the door to the training room opens, and in comes elliot, ajay and octane not far behind him, in their own conversation.

to say elliot reacted immediately would be an understatement, by his reaction you would think you were sitting here being held at knife point.

"what the hell happened in here! we heard yelling... y/n?! youre bleeding?" he rambled on, not really giving either of you a chance to explain yourselves.

kairi steps aside for a moment only to come back with a small white box in her hand. a first aid kit. god knows how long thats been in here.

she passes the kit to elliot, giving a small grin and says "their all yours." with a pat on the back, before following the other two out the door, she turns back to you to mouth "sorry" with a wink. surely she hadnt...planned that.

it was painfully quiet in the room after that. elliot sits on the floor in front of you, opening up the small box to retrieve some gauze.

he hands it to you to place under your nose, and you take it quickly, not wanting to ruin the gym floor or your clothing any further.

hes quiet again, and you look past your hand to see him staring at you.

"she got you good, huh?" he said, with what could only be described as a pout.

"its just a bloody nose elliot...im gonna be okay." you said lightly, trying to ease the tension. he grins and shakes his head

"i know that. it...it just freaks me out to see people i care about get hurt, yknow." he said looking away

you let out a small laugh at his statement. "aw..you care about me? what happened to "dont get close to anyone"? you reminded him of what he said to you when you first came to the base.

while his advice rang true in a place like this, you couldnt help but share his feelings.

"you have...no idea" he said softly, looking at you again. you are only now realizing how close you two are, his face mere inches away from your own.

a few more moments go by, and he finally breaks the silence again.

"can i say something?" he askes, sounding nervous.

"of course" you respond curiously.

"i really want to um...i really want to kiss you right now..." he said, cheeks flushed. "i mean only if you want to i dont want to ma-"

you cut him off with a laugh. he looks horrified honestly and it only makes you giggle even more.

"normally, id say go for it. but im kinda bleeding from my nose right now" you giggled as you watched his face turn even redder.

"yeah! yeah right...i knew that....obviously....whatever, lets go get that cleaned up yeah?" he said, obviously trying to change the subject. you giggled again and got up to follow him out of the gym.

"hey elliot?"

"..yeah?" he turned to you

you stood up a little bit taller to place a kiss on his cheek. stepping back you take in the shocked look on his face

"thats for helping me, and if you really wanna kiss me, wait till im not a bloody mess, yeah?" you grinned at him.

he groaned, turning around to walk out, but you knew he wanted you to follow him.

"i hope you realize what you do to me." he says to you with a grin. "but i will take you up on that...if its okay" hes still unsure. you take that as a sign to slip your hand into his.

"if it wasnt okay, i wouldnt be letting you waste your time on something like a bloody nose yknow" you laughed lightly, hoping to ease both yours and his nerves.

"cant have you like, bleeding out to death." he remarks, keeping his hand in yours. you laugh at his comment.

"wouldnt wanna let me die without that kiss huh?"

he groans again, but you dont miss the shy smile on his face.

[linosbundles]

7pm || hoshi

Genres : fluff

Word count : 1.2k {1215 words}

warnings : established relationship, mentions of food

a/n : i seriously suck at this whole warnings thing. if i have to add any or if something is unnecessary please let me know 😭 i wrote this because i was inspired by the song and my recent walk to the beach but seriously. isn't 7pm just such a wonderful song 🥺🥺💗💖

Summary : just another date with your longtime boyfriend

written in reader's pov

it’s wednesday. my favourite day of the week. oh, I’m not crazy… yet. I know that it’s a day that most of the working population hates, well other than monday. but wednesday…

we chose this day for a reason, of course. the very same reason that everyone dislikes the day for. since it’s right in the middle of the week, unable to have hope for the weekend but also unable to loosen up because the week just started.

to not hate the day like the rest, and to have some motivation, every wednesday is our recharge day.

wednesday 7pm is the one moment I wait for every week. I get to see my tiger baby. well, I was forced into calling him tiger baby and then it kinda grew on me, but no, I will not admit that in front of him… getting back to the point, it’s 5:50pm right now, I’m stuck at my desk for 10 more minutes for me to clock out. all I have to do is check some data and mail it to seungkwan and I’m done.

y/n : baby y/n : babe y/n : babbbbbbeeeeeeeeeeeee y/n : babyeyeeyeyye y/n : baaaaaaaaabeyeyey tiger baby <3 : I’m assuming ur not drunk yet and ur juz missing me y/n : bingo y/n : can’t wait to see u later tiger baby <3 : same babe tiger baby <3 : i’ll pick u up at 7 y/n : luv u tiger baby <3 : luv u too tiger baby <3 : now finish up soon and leave tiger baby <3 : need to see u at 7 sharp y/n : can’t even waste a moment without me eh? tiger baby <3 : bingo y/n : not u using my “bingo” when u say it’s weird all the time tiger baby <3 : sometimes I like to flatter u y/n : right tiger baby <3 : see u soon y/n : see u luv

okay. I’ve got this.

using 7pm as my motivation yet again, I checked the data pretty quickly and mailed it too. but the thing is, I’ve mailed it to seungkwan. and he’s definitely going to be here in 3, 2, 1—“missed me already?”

rolling my eyes in the most noticeable way, i replied coldly.

“it’s a work mail, seungkwan. get over it.”

“oh come on, we all know you love me.” he said with playfully shiny eyes and smug all over his face.

as much as he was cute, he was annoying too and he was fixated that I was in love with him, despite the fact that I made it very clear that I had a boyfriend, multiple times at that.

“in your dreams.”

“at least there then.” he winked and left.

not having enough time for seungkwan’s drama, I packed up quickly and headed home, right as it ticked 6.

getting all excited for the date, I couldn’t erase the smile off my face. seems like the obvious little smile was too obvious to go unnoticed, I could feel people staring. but who cares, I have a cute boyfriend to see at 7pm.

it’s been over 2 years since we started this tradition, a bit more than 2 years since we started dating, not to mention the painful 1 year of secretly pining over each other in the name of being friends. yet I’m always excited when it’s date day.

oh no, we don’t have any special story behind how we met though, isn’t it important how special our love is instead?

we just met at vernon’s party 4 years ago. yes, nothing special. we just randomly danced together and seemed to find each other interesting and became friends.

man, little did I know that night, that he would be the love of my life.

alright, let’s put the thoughts away for a while.

tiger baby <3 : it’s 6:59 and I’m at your doorstep tiger baby <3 : open the door exactly in tiger baby <3 : 6 tiger baby <3 : 5 tiger baby <3 : 4 tiger baby <3 : 3 y/n : hi love tiger baby <3 : 2 y/n : oh tiger baby <3 : I see you luv y/n : I see you too luv

standing there, my boyfriend, my love, kwon soonyoung, handed me flowers. now that’s a surprise. he rarely buys me flowers. but these are so pretty! I love it!!

“right on time love.” he smiled brightly.

I received the flowers and returned his bright smile. “baby, thank you, I love them.”

knowing what more he needed than those words, I pulled him into a hug and gave him a small kiss on his ear.

we left for our date.

it’s usually not very grand. we just walk along the long road that leads to the beach since my house is pretty close to it.

strolling through, we also have a lot of snacks while we’re headed towards the beach and light dinner on our way back.

there’s nothing much to it but doing this, even if it’s repeated and could be boring if done alone or with someone else, since it’s with him, it feels like a new experience every time. even if it’s once every month, and it’s like the 19th time we’re doing this together, still feels new.

“so, how was your day?” he asked.

I started ranting about my whole day and then it was my turn to listen to him rant. and once we were done with that, we had some light talks about random topics or about our friends or our future while eating those snacks.

but once we reach the beach, we switch our silent modes on.

literally, on our phones yes, but also our mouths. we don’t talk there for half an hour, it’s just us, laying down on the sand, listening to our beach playlist and the waves, and looking at the sky.

we’ve done this so many times but I don’t think I’ve asked him what he thinks about during that half an hour. I spend the whole 30 minutes thinking about how pretty he is and how much I love him and how grateful I am to have this wonderful person in my life, as the love of my life.

by the end of the 30 minutes, we both get sleepy so we leave for dinner.

then we go on a long walk to ease the digestion.

once back at home, we get ready to sleep.

we can’t afford to stay up late when we’re both working adults. having an evening off every week is fairytale-like enough for our economy.

snuggling into the sheets he wrapped his arms around me, “good night love.” he whispered in my ear and hugged me tighter.

“it would be a goodnight if I could breathe babe.” I joked, making him loosen his grip a bit.

it wasn’t even a few minutes after that I already find him asleep.

the way his eyes were closed and his hair had fallen towards his sides as he laid down next to me, the way his breath was also a nice sound for me, oh how hopelessly in love I was with him. I smiled and whispered into his ears,

“good night tiger baby.”

[fairyhaos]

bwuh (⁠・_・⁠;⁠)⁠ゞthat makes sense, i knew something was wrong pls, , , also da fact that u would've answered my ask so quickly makes me feel a lil better heh ,, also how r u ? ? unrelated but i knew the yoongi news was coming sooner or later but it has me a bit shaken,, like i was so surprised i couldn't function the entirety of yesterday. . . when i got home i watched some lovely videos of yoongi n they made me feel a lil better,, n i've seen quite a few of ur 'missing shua hours' posts on the dashie today so maybe u could do the same ? i wish i could send u my comfort shua pictures :/ would u like the silver-shua piece rn ? lmk if you think it'd help ! ! if not i'd luv to send in some random shua thoughts ♡𐂂

-🎐

im doing okay :’) a little bit weird today but still okay i think! also same,,, i saw he ended his tour and i was like "we're nearing the end now" and then i was Right but it still makes you sad to realize they're leaving, you know? yeah ive been trying to take in all the joshu content i can rn but jshdhd tbh idk if it's helping bc i still feel kinda weird ㅜ.ㅜ like, everything just feels off? i don't know what's wrong with me. i think everything will be fine tomorrow

if you could send in anything shua related that would be very very nice ^^ im off to sleep now but i promise ill reply to them first thing when i wake up tomorrow (unless tumblr decides to eat them again) <3

[drunkjaked]

5 REASONS TO.. ft park jongseong

in which jay finds that desperate times really do call for desperate measures /// smut (mdni) + 3925 words

pairing: fwb!jay x fem!reader

got to have my y/n moment on thursday and it was insane to write this all out so be nice to me or die basically,,, for @yoshivitamins in a way, luv u emma <333 !!! (also see guys i can write w a plot :)))

Jay’s been bugging you about it for almost two whole weeks now and you can’t help but feel your patience wearing thin. At first, it was sweet to see his tough exterior wearing away. The first few times you’d turned him down, you were met with a bored shrug and an “Another time,” that was thick with so much indifference you almost felt hurt by it. 

Though it didn’t take long for his indifference to turn into concern, your reply to his, let me eat text, earning you a quick, are you okay??? in response. Your blatant, “no” when he spread your legs, causing his pretty brows to knit in the middle and his lips to curve downwards quickly before again asking if you were okay.

Quickly after concern came sheer desperation and day 5 was rough for him, apparently. 

jay: are you home?

you: it’s 4 in the morning

jay: ik

jay: are you home? 

you: yes..

Jay’s lack of a response alarms you slightly, and against your better judgement you decide to text again, far too curious (and a little too tired) to wait around for his explanation. 

you: are YOU home? 

jay: come outside

As if sensing your pending protest, he texts again. 

need to talk. 

The floorboards creak a little in the silence of the morning as you leave your room, tiptoeing past the door that your parents are asleep behind. The door that you hope your parents are asleep behind. With little struggle, you find yourself outside, wishing you’d at least put a hoodie on over your vest and frankly quite surprised by how easy it always is to sneak out. 

“I’m not here to hook up,” Jay starts before you’ve even had the chance to sit down in his car. “I’m here as your friend.” 

You feel your head tilting to the side, brows knitting together out of confusion (and honestly maybe a teensy bit of disappointment seeing as you’d snuck out of your house and brushed your teeth a second time for this). 

“As your concerned friend.” He adds. 

“I.. don’t follow.” 

“I just wanted to reassure you. I don’t know if maybe you’re feeling a little insecure or something, or, shy, even? But you don’t have to feel like that with me.” Jay’s hand is soft against yours when he holds it. “I know it’s been a little while but there’s no amount of time away that could make me not love the way you look or taste.” 

The laugh slips past your lips before you even have the time to register it, slapping a hand over your mouth as you see him frown at you under the faint glow of a streetlight. Though he makes no effort to tell you to stop. So you don’t. And you laugh until it turns into a wheeze. “What are you talking about?” You manage to ask between the choked breaths that huff their way out as your shoulders shake and your tummy begins to hurt a little.

“The reason why you won’t let me go down on you.”

“What?” 

Jay is quiet for a while as his eyes scan your face, his jaw dropping with so much horror you instinctively turn to look out over your shoulder, worried that the two of you may be spending your last living moments in his 3 door Volkswagen. Thankfully, you live to hear the reason behind his sudden fear when he utters a question. 

“Wait, am I bad?” 

It’s your turn to act as the comforter, holding his hand in yours and giving it a light squeeze as you try to assure him, turning a little in your seat to face him. The crease in his brow is so deep you doubt it could ever smooth out, even if you used your finger to do it which you’re desperate to at least try. 

“You’re not bad,” you frown, mainly because you’re a little stuck on what to say. “You’re.. awesome.”

“I’m-” Jay scoffs at this (and finally the crease leaves). “-awesome?”

“You know I wouldn’t fake it with you, Jay, it’s been ages.” 

“Right.” He nods, pursing his lips to the side as if considering what you’d said. In the quiet that follows, you’re able to pick out the sound of Tyler, the Creator playing through the radio and you have to fight to keep the smile off your face, remembering when he’d first got his car and let you aux, rolling his eyes at the start of She and telling you to play good music. 

Two years later, the smile tugs at your lips anyway as the same song cuts through the silence surrounding you, and you ignore Jay when he asks what you’re grinning about. 

“Has it really been six years?” 

You nod. 

“Do you regret it?”

“Do you?”

He shakes his head. And even though you’re not sure what makes him laugh, you laugh because he does, and his pretty lips are still curved into a smile when he kisses you. You hate the way your heart turns in your chest when he mumbles against your lips. “Did I do something to hurt you?” Oh, Jay. 

“No.” 

When Jay pulls away from you, he chews on his bottom lip, eyes scanning your face again. “You can tell me if I did, we’re friends first, always.” 

“I know.” You smile, holding your pinky out towards him. “Everything’s alright, I promise.” 

He wraps his pinky around yours, pressing a kiss to your linked fingers. 

“If that’s all, I’m going back inside.” You tell him through a yawn, suddenly tired again. 

Jay nods, refusing to let go of your pinky as he tells you he wants to make out a little before you leave, and of course you stay for that, giggling into his mouth as his hands rest on your waist, slipping under your shirt. 

A little, turns into at least five minutes and you almost feel a bit bad leaving him in the car after palming him through his pants but you wave over your shoulder as you walk back up the driveway anyways, praying to any God that will listen that your parents are still asleep. 

When you lay down on the bed your phone vibrates next to you and you can’t help but laugh again. 

jay: you can tell me if i’m bad

jay: i’m a big boy i can take it 

you: goodnight jay :) 

jay: it’s okay if you don’t want me 

jay: just be honest w me 

jay: yk?

And how could you not want him? He’s Jay after all. 

you: drive safe !!! 

you: lmk when u get home !!!

With his sharp features, and pretty smile. And God, that dimple, the way he gets a little shy when you compliment it, scowling immediately and turning away from you. And the way he tilts his head a little when you talk to him, nodding thoughtfully while he listens to you. 

jay: i just got home

jay: gn princess 

The point is, you want him, he wants you, and he sure is cute when he begs. 

Which is why by day 8 you’d almost given up. But you’re glad you didn’t, because if him driving to your place to kneel at your feet and give you his favourite hoodie (that you’d been pestering him about stealing) had gotten you to cave, you never would have gotten to see the bounds of his desperation. 

Never gotten to see the absolute goldmine that day 11 had to offer you. Seeing Jay in his work clothes is always a pleasure, and today is no different — a grin spreading on your lips when you open the door to see him in his white button up and dress pants. 

“I wasn’t expecting you today.” 

“No time for small talk,” he says, stepping out of his shoes as you lock the door, and by the time you turn around he’s already making his way to your room, leaving you no choice but to follow. 

As you sit down on the end of the bed, he stands in front of you, unusually nervous and unexpectedly prepared, an HDMI cable taken from his room and plugged into your tv, his laptop held in his hand as he gestures to the larger screen next to him. 

Jay clears his throat and his brows knit together a little before he speaks. “Okay, just,” he sighs. “You can laugh but you can’t tell anyone about this.” 

This whole time you’d been a little nervous watching him set up, though maybe the nerves were coming from the fact that he wouldn’t let you help and you were worried he might knock the tv over, but his words only serve to fill you with anticipation. 

What could this something to show you possibly be, and why did he need to bring his own HDMI to USB-C cable to show it?

You’re not left to wonder for long as his laptop screen is mirrored on the bigger display in front of you and you watch as the cursor brings up a flashy slideshow with a title card that reads: 5 Reasons To Let Me Eat Your Pussy (if you want).  

Reason number 1: Of all the pussies I’ve ever seen, yours is the prettiest.

He clicks a button on his laptop and a picture (that you’re pretty sure you took) of him sleeping comes up on the screen, with a poorly drawn thought bubble above his head, and the words “my favourite pussy” written in it. 

Reason number 2: I miss hearing you moan because of me. 

“Sometimes, if I’m horny enough, I can hear you moaning softly in the distance.” 

You’re not sure how Jay doesn’t laugh after saying that. 

Reason number 3: If I really am bad then doesn’t practice make perfect?

You snort a little at the fact that it doesn’t seem as though his self esteem has fully recovered from the thought of being bad, though you don’t find this thought quite as amusing when you see the second question that appears on the screen. 

“And you don’t want me practising on other girls, do you?” He reads out, a smirk spreading across his lips at the way you shake your head in response. 

Reason number 4: You want it “probably more than he does” and you’re only keeping it from me because you think “it’s fun to watch him beg”. 

You make a mental note to type out an angry message when the only other piece of text on the slide appears and says, Yunjin sent me the screenshots. 

Reason number 5: The magnitude of my want, are the only words written on this slide. He puts his laptop down on the floor by his feet, coming over to you and kneeling between your legs.

“I’ve watched the last video you sent me so many times that I think I could draw it frame by frame,” he starts. “And I knew I had to do something, anything, just to get you to at least let me see it because I..” It seems as though he’s rendered himself speechless with whatever he was about to say, his mouth clamping shut almost immediately. 

Jay sits back on his heels, visibly shocked by the situation, his head facing the floor for a while before talking.

“Okay, the presentation is a secret but what I’m about to say,” he pauses, looking up at you and saying your name sternly though his gaze still doesn’t meet yours. “I’m not proud of this, but.” He stops again, covering his face with his hand. 

You decide to let him take his time, which he uses to inhale and exhale dramatically before speaking again.

“I was jerking off.. to the video,” he explains. “And I, I put my-” He pauses to pinch the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply. “Could you like, not look at me while I say this?” 

You bite back a laugh, nodding your head and looking over your shoulder. 

“I held the phone to my face and kinda, like, shook my head.” He confesses. “You know, like, the way I do to your.. actual pussy.” 

At least three minutes pass by before you stop laughing and Jay spends the whole time with his head in his hands, (understandably) mortified. 

“You’re so cute, Jay.”

“Cute?” He scoffs. “I’m disgusting.” 

“I mean, maybe a little, but it’s cute how much you want me.”

“So, may I?” 

“May you?” 

“Have you?” 

And how could possibly say no when he asks so politely?

He watches with his bottom lip between his teeth as you stand up to take your pants off, loosening his tie and undoing the top button of his shirt as you sit back down. He gulps a little at the sight of your closed legs, and his cock aches just thinking about what waits between them, opening his mouth to speak before closing it, feeling his breath catch in his throat.

Jay closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, willing himself to calm down and when he manages to steady his breathing he looks at you. “Please let me see it.” He mumbles, folding up his sleeves as neatly as he can manage, and his lips part in a moan as you spread your legs, finally showing him the pussy he’s been thinking about for months, wet, glistening, and all for him. 

You can’t help but feel a little exposed when he uses his thumbs to hold your lips apart, getting a good look and groaning a little, his head falling back as he does so. “So pretty.” For as long as he’s able to, he kisses the skin of your thighs, sucking and biting at it, trying to make the whole thing last until finally, the tip of his pretty nose grazes your slit. 

Jay’s need for you is evident in the way he takes the time to sniff, humming in contentment before kissing your clit, planting soft pecks to it before pulling it into his mouth, lips wrapping around it as he sucks on it - drawing whimpers from both of you.

Given how long you’ve been holding out on him, everything feels so sensitive, new, even, and you squirm a little as he pokes at your hole with his tongue a few times, licking from your opening and back up to your clit in a way that makes it hard to think. 

“So good, baby.” He tells you, smiling to himself at the way you whimper when he pulls away from you. Grinning at the way you moan when the pad of his thumb touches your clit, rubbing it in circles, slow. Jay has always liked how responsive you are to his touch and he can’t help but stare in awe, admiring the way your body jerks and your pretty hole tightens around nothing. 

And he realises he should probably give you something to clench around, choosing not to tease this time as he pushes his tongue into you. A breathy moan slips past your lips at the feeling, his tongue curling upwards and he looks up through his lashes at you, eyes darker than usual as he eats you out.

Before long, he uses his arms to pull you closer to him, telling you he wants to hear you. “C’mon, don’t hold back.” He whines a little before pushing his face into you, burying himself in your wetness and moving his head side to side, the way he’d been dying to he normally does. 

He moves his mouth in exactly the way he knows you like, letting his nose nudge at your clit in a rhythm that matches the pace that his tongue fucks you at. There’s no stopping the moans that follow, repeatedly, curses and his name falling from your mouth, each one louder than the last as he splits you apart in the way that only he can, so effortlessly, and so Jay. 

“Fuck..” You whimper, thighs clamping around his head. “Like that, Jay, don’t stop.” 

At the sound of your praise, he can’t help but groan into you, loving the way you say his name and wondering how he’d possibly gone so long not seeing you like this, not tasting you. The whole room is heavy with the lewd sounds he’s pulling out of you, his tongue lapping at your hole as he moans just as loud as you do.

“I’m gonna-” You’re so close you can’t even get the words out properly as Jay picks up his pace, licking at your cunt like a man starved. Which, in a way, he sort of had been. You let your fingers tangle in his hair, holding his face to the spot between your legs as your stomach flutters. 

“Please, baby.” He sounds just as desperate as you, his words coming out in a whine against your hole. And it’s enough to make your toes curl. Enough to cause the darkness in front of your closed eyes to flood with white and force your hips to come up off the bed to hump his mouth as yo-u cry out his name, wetting his face (some more) with your release. 

“Thank you,” he sighs, screwing his eyes shut and willing himself not to cum too as he catches his breath. “Really.” You don’t even have the chance to say anything before his lips are attached to you again, licking you clean and savouring every last drop of you on his tongue. 

Jay groans a little when he checks the time on his watch, mumbling at you to c’mere before he gets up, kneeling between your legs and kissing you for a bit, laughing against your mouth at the way you moan, tasting yourself on his tongue. “Thank you,” he mumbles, letting his hand rest on the back of your neck, holding you close to him. “So much.” 

As if forgetting the desperation that led him to your room in the first place, he chuckles a little at the way you chase his kiss when he pulls away from you. “You’re so needy.” He groans, faking annoyance as he rolls his eyes, leaving a peck on your lips again. And then letting his lips move against yours for a little while longer. 

Though he really does have to go and you’re confused when he removes his tie completely, packing up his laptop and cable before pulling a toothbrush out and heading to the bathroom. And maybe you really are needy because you find yourself scrambling to put your pants back on before following him, taking a seat on the edge of the bathtub. 

“You really can’t get enough of me, huh?” Jay smirks, squeezing toothpaste onto the bristles of his brush before putting it in his mouth. “You’re so desperate.” Is what it sounds like he says around his toothbrush. And you really hate how cocky he is sometimes. Though more than that you hate the way his words affect you, getting up and standing behind him, letting your arms wrap around his waist and hiding your face in his back. 

You can’t help but cringe slightly at the sound of him spitting into the sink but your heart tugs a little in your chest when he tells you how cute he thinks you are, letting his free hand rest on yours as he continues brushing his teeth.

Sitting cross legged on your bed, you watch him fix the sleeves of his shirt, and do his button up again. “I think Heeseung’s working today.” He tells you as he does his top button before lifting his collar. 

“Good for Heeseung.” 

“Mmm,” he nods, holding your gaze when your eyes meet his in the mirror. “Good for Heeseung.” 

Neither of you speak for a moment after this, Jay’s focus switching back to his reflection, crossing the wide end over the narrow one, brows knitting a little as he tries to remember how he’d done it earlier. You don’t speak when you walk over to him, tired of watching him struggle and decide to cross the wide end over the narrow one again for him.

“If you’re still crushing on him I can put in a good word for you.” 

You can’t help but freeze, holding his tie in your hands as you look up at him. “Is that what you want for me?” You ask. 

“What?” 

“Heeseung.” 

Jay shrugs. 

“I wouldn’t be mad if you did.” You tell him, testing the waters. “Put in a good word, I mean.” 

And you can’t help but feel a little relieved when he says. “Not happening.” 

“You’re annoying.” 

“And you’re mine.” He whispers, somehow closer to you than you’d realised, his fresh breath fanning your face when he leans down to kiss you.

It’s different when he does, different in the way all of Jay’s kisses have been since the two of you had gotten back ‘together’.

Slower. Sweeter.

His earlier words hang over the two of you like a cloud as his hands find your waist, pulling your body flush with his while he lets his tongue trace the seam of your lips. 

One of his hands moves from your waist to rest on your cheek as his tongue moves against yours, his thumb grazing your skin as he smiles into the kiss, pulling away and asking what’s so funny when you giggle. 

You attempt to look casual as you lean against the wall, dropping your keys from one hand to the other as you watch Jay pulling his shoes on and trying to convince you to drop out of university. “Plus, it’s so far away from home,” he points out. “From me.” His lips curve downwards slightly when he says that part, standing up straight and fixing the strap of his backpack. 

“All true,” you nod. “But it’s not like I didn’t know that when I applied.” 

“You left me on purpose?” 

“You’re so dramatic, Jay, I commute.” 

He ignores this, and continues going on and on about how dropping out was the best thing he’d ever done, taking your keys from your palm and opening the door. “Promise me you’ll at least think about it.”

You shake your head. “I only have a year left.” 

“But you hate it.” 

“I only have a year left.” 

“I don’t wanna see my best friend unhappy.” 

You roll your eyes at him. “Goodbye, Jay.” You say, pushing lightly at his chest.

“Bye, baby.” He whispers, putting his hand over yours and leaning down to kiss you. “Thank you for today,” he grins at you when he pulls away. “Really.” Though you don’t have the chance to reply before he presses a kiss to your cheek, and the faint scent of you still clings to his skin, making you giggle a bit.

You lean in the doorway as you watch Jay toss his backpack in the passenger seat, ducking down to sit before bobbing his head up to look at you over the top of his car. “I’m coming over later!” He calls out and you scrunch your nose up slightly, hating the idea of your neighbours hearing him. 

“What for?” 

His brows raise and he looks genuinely shocked by your question, tilting his head as he says it. “What for?” He echoes you, voice dripping with disbelief. “I’ve got, like, the whole summer to make up for.” 

You can’t help but roll your eyes even though the thought excites you. “Goodbye, Jay.” You wave. 

And he graces you with that pretty smile, his dimple peeking at you as he calls out, later, princess!

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# — iwaizumi & kageyama comforting you through the big sad

includes: h. iwaizumi x gn!reader; t. kageyama x gn!reader

genre: hurt/comfort

warnings: tw!depression

a/n: for my beloved @https-inarizaki i love and miss u <3 i also added kags bc i know u luv him too <333 ALSO this is not meant to glorify depression in anyway, just meant to provide a sense of safety and comfort <3

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IWAIZUMI:

hajime’s heart is breaking.

but not for the reasons you think. it’s not breaking because of you. rather, it’s breaking for you.

he’s fully aware of what he signed up for when you first started dating. “hajime… you don’t have to stay. i know it can be a hassle,” is what you said back then. he remembers how you looked so empty, so sure that he was going to leave you just because you have the big sad every once in a while. he’s put up with tooru’s episodes for years, he’s even been through it. he just wants to help you, he wants to see that pretty gleam in your eye, to see that toothy grin you give him whenever the sun stars to peak through the window, he wants to be there with you through the good and the bad days. because he loves you.

so now here he is, at 2am, sitting in bed with you with the dim light of the moon gleaming through the shades. it was happening again, and it was preventing you from getting any sort of sleep. your brain was enveloped by the emptiness as soon as your head hit the pillow, hajime sound asleep right beside you. your tossing and turning is what woke him up, rubbing his pretty green eyes before they filled with worry. “are you okay baby? what’s wrong?”

when he was given no response, and seeing the bland look in your eyes, he immediately knew what was happening. he sat up slowly, facing your body. he slowly put his arms under you, sitting you up gently to get you to sit in front of him. your body felt heavy, which reciprocated within his heart. you both sat in silence for a few minutes, just looking into the other’s eyes. hajime could say a lot of things right now, shower you with reassurance, pull you close to his warm chest. but he knows that’s not what you want.

sure, those suggestions could help, but you just want to be here with him. the more you stared into his eyes, basking in each other’s silence, the more clear-headed you felt. his eyes reminded you of spring, the grass beginning to grow here and there, the leaf buds peaking out of the trees, the flower stems beginning to climb. you can’t understand why this is so comforting, but it’s enough.

sooner or later, you felt your eyes start to become heavy, a small, lazy smile on your lips. hajime brought his arm around your waist, laying the both of you down onto the comfort of your mattress. you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, his hands finding their way into your hair, pressing a long, soft kiss on your forehead.

“love you baby, goodnight,” his eyes falling asleep to the sounds of your breathing.

KAGEYAMA:

tobio isn’t the best with words.

he knew from the beginning of your guys’ relationship of what he was getting into, when you first mentioned the episodes you went through from time to time. he reassured that it was no problem at all, and that he still loves you for you.

the only thing he’s worried about is putting it into words about how much he cares about you, how much he wishes he could take the darkness away, how everything’s going to be okay. his chest feels heavy when he wakes up in the middle of the night to you tossing and turning, when he sees the permanent frown etched on your lips, when he can almost physically see the long-term rain cloud hovering over your head.

tobio isn’t the best with words, but he’s willing to try for you.

try is definitely the right word, as he’s sitting next to you on the couch of the apartment, looking like he’s about to throw up.

“what’s wrong tobio? you okay babe?” despite feeling the weight in your chest, you still held so much affection in your eyes for him. he felt himself melt into your gaze, his brain wracking for the right thing to say to you during a time like this.

“i- um,” he started. he grit his teeth in frustration. why was this so damn hard? and he’s not even the one who’s going through it.

“baby, you can talk to me-“

“i love you!” he blurted out. you blinked a couple times, a confused yet sweet smile creeping onto your face, “i love you too, tobi, but are you okay? you look a little pale.”

you reached up to cup his face, but he was faster, pulling your body into his chest as he cradled your head and waist gently but securely. yours eyes went wide with surprise, trying to pull away because you were beginning to worry you had done something wrong. you could tell he was struggling on what to say and why he was acting so weird.

“tobio, what the heck is going-“

“please, just-“ he let out a sigh, “just give me a minute.”

you were beyond confused at this point, but you listened anyway. the sound of his rapidly beating heart put you at ease, his strong arms wrapped around your body providing you with a sense of security. you both sat in silence for a few minutes before you heard him inhale shakily, “i want to be there for you.”

“what do you mean babe?” you reached up to comb your fingers through his soft, black locks.

the setter cleared his throat, “i mean that i want to help you. i want to know how to help you. because i hate seeing you so sad, it makes me sad. not that i’m trying to make you feel bad, because it’s okay if you’re sad! well it’s more than being sad but that’s okay too! i want to know how to comfort you and- oh god did i say something wrong?”

his eyes immediately filled with worry, feeling you shake slightly and feeling his shirt start to become damp from your tears. he pushed you back slightly, cupping your face so your gazes meet. as much as it broke his heart to see you in this state, he couldn’t help but think how beautiful you look. he would never tell you that, thinking it might do more damage than good, but he wipes the tears away anyway.

you shake your head at his question, looking up at him with your teary gaze, “you don’t have to know how to comfort me, tobi. you do it in your own way.”

he felt like his heart was going to pop out of his chest, leaning forward to peck your lips, “i just have a horrible time with putting my thoughts into words. i want to be able to make you happy through the good and the bad days, especially the bad days.”

“you already do baby. i can see that you’re trying, even if you suck with words,” you poked his bottom lip as he pouted at your words, giggling to yourself when he gave you a playful scowl.

“whatever loser,” he flicked your forehead, causing you to scowl at him, “but thank you for letting me try, it’s a big step. i love you.”

“i love you too tobi. can we get something to eat now?”

reblogs are appreciated! <3

©hajimescutie 2021, all rights reserved.

[agustids]

A collection of BTS fanfics that I liked (u know the ❤ button), possibly some are re-read, since 2017. I hope you don’t mind that I like hurting my feelings most of the time with angst stories lol. my back hurts so much after compiling these fics ugh 

Warnings: some fics listed below contains smut (+18), better read the description of the story before proceeding. 

Will only update this masterpost every now and then. I will also set up a post with the stories I read in ao3 soon.

Feel free to suggest me stories that are not in this list <3 

Personal favorites (✬)

Kim Namjoon (k.nj)

➞ Letting Go (ft. p.jm) @bangtan-babe | angst, fluff

Min Yoongi (m.yg)

➞ Carousel ✬ @yoonia | angst, smut, suspense, arranged marriage!au  ➞ Wildest Moments @joonbird | angst, smut ➞ The Tenth Floor (ft. k.th) @notsoguiltykpop | fluff, humor, some angst ➞ Slytherin to my Heart @bangtan-insfired | angst, fluff, hogwarts!au ➞ Lesson Learned @chyubs | fluff  ➞ La Douleur Exquise @cinnaminsvga | fluff, angst, smut, incubus!yoongi ➞ The Wicked Witch @jimlingss | angst, fluff, drama, soap opera!au ➞ 2 am @sunshinejoon | angst ➞ Pipe dreams @chinesesuga | angst, fluff, smut (eventually) ➞ The Crown (ft. j.jk)  @sopewriters | angst ➞ Garden in my heart @army-author | fluff, bad boy!yoongi ➞ I want to be the one you write your love songs about @jiminandlemonade | angst, fluff ➞ Blackthorne Manor ✬ @kpopfanfictrash | gothic romance!au, mystery ➞ Signed in Black @yoon-kooks |  soulmate!au, bad boy!au, fluff, eventually smut ➞ Cool cats (and dogs, too) @gukyi | dad!au ➞ Inheritance @jincherie | hybrid!au ➞ Somebody Else ✬ @jjkthclub | angst, infidelity ➞ Internet Friends  ✬ @etherealino | social media!au, fluff ➞ The Devil Herself @jiminiethot | demon!oc, explicit smut  ➞ Sugar pie, honey bunch! @bangtaninink | sugar daddy!au ➞ Cut me open part 1, part 2 @hayjeon | smut, married, surgeon!au ➞ Camouflage @fairyscribbles | zombie!au ➞ interlude; dream, reality @dat-town | fluff, slice of life ➞ Lethal @analovegirl | explicit smut, fluff ➞ Piano notes @exi-dentally | school!au ➞ Late Bloomer @tayegi | werewolf!au, smut ➞ 72 miles   ✬  @namjoonchronicles | heavy angst, slight fluff   ➞ Black & White @akinnie75 | romance, fluff, slight angst, slow burn ➞ All I want for Christmas @hayjeon | single dad and ceo!yoongi ➞ Bunny Blues (ft. j.jk, k.nj) @httpjeon | hybrid!reader, angst, fluff, future smut ➞ Leave me @itsamejin | cheating, toxic relationship!au, angst ➞ Away from Me ✬  @personasintro | fluff, angst, smut, divorce!au ➞ Droplets @bts-timestories | historical, arranged marriage!au, yandere themes ➞ Goodbye @itsamejin | angst ➞ Heartstring Melodies (ft.j.jk) ✬ @whitesparrows97 | soulmates!au, angst ➞ I feel you in my heart (ft. j.jk)  ✬ @purpletaecup | drama, angst, romance, second chance ➞ Divorce @xjamlessparkx | angst

Park Jimin (p.jm)

➞ Blazing Arrows (ft. j.jk) @kingminie | fluff, angst, future smut, supernatural!au ➞ You are Really Perfect (pt 1), I was afraid to lose you (pt 2) @justtextmeoppa | slight angst, fluff in the end ➞ Neighbour @moonlitjiminn | fluff, romance ➞ The Arrangement @kpoptart216 | angst, arranged marriage!au ➞ I’ll never be her  ✬  @anon-luv | angst, romance  ➞ Chained to you @addicktjimin | tiny angst, fuck boi!jimin ➞ Taste the party (ft. j.jk) @winetae | smut, idol!au ➞ Temporary Bliss  @jjkthclub | angst ➞ Park Jimin @chulobangtan | angst ➞ Over Again @yoonia | pianist!au, artist reader!au, angst, slight smut ➞ A Serpent’s Flower, Sowing a Sapling (sequel)  ✬  | hogwarts professors !au, smut, married   ➞ Better @jeonggukookies | bestfriend!jimin, fluff/slow burn angst ➞ Come Home to me, Darling ✬ @roses-ruby |  cheating!au, angst, smut , fluff  ➞ Opposites Attract @kpopfanfictrash | hogwarts!au, smut ➞ Bloom ✬ @jamaisjoons | hanahaki!au, angst, smut ➞ Charity @inkjam-moon | royalty!au, fluff, light angst, smut ➞  A Sensitivity to Ephemera @akinnie75 | fluff, tragic, slow burn, romance

Kim Taehyung (k.th)

➞ Rent-a-Boyfriend™ @jimlingss | fluff ➞ Strawberry Shortcake (ft. j.jk) @btsinned | smut, angst, fluff, strawberry farmer!taehyung ➞ Pulse  @rohobi | angst, smut, medical!au ➞ Begin Again (ft. m.yg) @writtenyoongi | single parent!au, fluff, angst, sprinkle of smut ➞ Sweetpea (ft. j.jk) @nitaescence | explicit smut, ddlg!au ➞ Silver and blue series @untaemedqueen | werewolf!au ➞ Remember This ✬ @yoohtae | weddingplanners!au, angst

Jeon Jungkook (j.jk)

➞ Baby, My Baby  @pjimims | angst, fluff, parents!au ➞ Flirt (ft. k.th)  @slyscenarios | angst, smut, fuckboy!jk ➞ The Lost Memories  @gujoonim | angst, romance ➞ Daddy Issues  @euphorianyx | smut, fluff, angst ➞ A Story that we paint  @thedefinitionofbts | college!au, future, scifi, slight fluff and angst ➞ The Truth about Forever  @thedefinitionofbts | romance, implied smut, angst, slice of life ➞ Surrender  @infiresjimin | angst, smut ➞ You’ll be okay  @bangtan-babe | angst, fluff ➞ It ain’t me  @inferno-loop | social media!au  ➞ Cherry (ft. k.th)  @esqeon | angst, friends to lovers!au ➞ Attention  @btees | fluff, angst, some smut, college!au ➞ Kalopsia  @erosjeon | fluff, smut, hybrid!jungkook ➞ Hurricane  @planetjeon | angst   ➞ Ice Queen  ✬  @kookmejeon | social media!au   ➞ DNA @btssavedmylifeblr | dystopian smut, future, angst ➞ Lust and Limerence @btsfanficss | angst, fluff, harry potter!au ➞ New Rules ✬  @tayegi | angst, smut, fratboy!jungkook   ➞ The Boy Who Left @gujoonim | angst, ceo!au  ➞ 3:00 AM @oceanjoon | angst, cheating ➞ Image, Bad Boy @kittentaegu |  bad boy!au, angst, fluff, smut ➞ About Time (ft. p.jm) ✬  @yoonia | time leap!au, soulmate!au ➞ Dear Jungkook @fatrainbowmermaidunicorn | angst ➞ Comfort Inn Ending @joonbird | angst, smut ➞ Ego  @suga-kookiemonster | smut ➞ Witch Hazel @yoon-kooks |  fanfic writer!jungkook, idol!reader, college!au, angst, fluff ➞ All in my head @fatrainbowmermaidunicorn | angst w/ happy ending ➞ Mistake (pt 1), Obsessed (pt 2) @whipped-for-kpop-fics | smut, noona kink ➞ Time to let go @mywrittings | angst, bestfriend!au  ➞ Piano Tiles @bobagukk |  angst, fluff, smut; chaebol!jungkook, pianist!y/n ➞ Four Letters (ft. m.yg) ✬ @littlemisskookie | angst, smut, fwb!jungkook, icequeen!reader ➞ Winter Court series (ft. k.th)  ✬ @koyamuses | angst, slowburn, fantasy, romance ➞ Park’s Paradise of Muggle Merchandise @kittae | hogwarts!AU, drabble, ravenclaw!jungkook ➞ Holy hell @arcadeguk | greek mythology!au  ➞ For Science ✬ @boymeetsweevil | nerd!jungkook, smut, angst ➞ Hidden under the covers @yoon-ing | college!au ➞ Puzzle @kimvvantae | smut, angst, comedy, fwb!jungkook ➞ Strike Three ✬ @avveh | explicit smut ➞ Different Paths @taehyungiejiminie95 | angst, ex-bf!jungkook ➞ Fierce and Delicate (pt 1), Felicity (pt 2) ✬  @mintseesaw | smut, angst, fluff, husband!jungkook ➞ The Morning After ✬ @jungkookiebus | smut, fluff   ➞ Secret Slut @jeonsweetpea | smut, ceo!reader, personal assistant!jungkook ➞ Long lost ✬  @gukyi | childhood friends!au, celebrity!au   ➞ Moving On @taeguboi | angst ➞ Low Expectations @vin-taege | angst, eventual smut, l2e2l ➞ Netflix and Chill @badbhye | smut ➞ Rigor Mortis ✬ @readyplayerhobi | smut, angst, horror, fluff, police officer!jungkook   ➞ The Lionheart’s Oath ✬  @sugaxjpg | angst, fluff, smut, fantasy, knight!jungkook   ➞ Freesia @eleventoes | childhood friends to lovers!au, semi-bad boy!jk, fluff ➞ The Turing Test @fortunexkookie | android!au, fluff, explicit smut, angst ➞ Mr and Miss Perfect @kookscript |  hogwarts!au, fluff, angst-ish ➞ Lonely Heart , part 2 @scenarioslovers | married!au, infidelity, angst ➞ (y)our name @jjkpls | fluff, angst, smut ➞ Speak Now @bbangtan-ddaeng | angst, cheating ➞ Navy @jjkfire | childhoodfriend!AU, idol!AU ➞ Vaunt @yminie | explicit smut, frat boy!jungkook ➞ Take a Chance @crystaljins | hanahaki!au ➞ Moirai @taeken-my-heart | soulmates!au, angst, e2l ➞ Blindfold @themfchase | explicit smut, college!au ➞ Bam! you got scammed! @dovechim | explicit smut ➞ Tooth and Claw @johobi | explicit smut, werewolf!au ➞ Full Stop @1oserjk | divorce!au, angst ➞ Blizzard, part 2 ✬  @curly-bangtan | romance, smut, dosmetic!au ➞ Growing Pains @rkiverse | fluff, angst, quarterback!jungkook ➞ Monster @btssmutgalore | frat boy!jungkook, explicit smut ➞ Bandslam @ironicarmy | band!au, smut, e2l ➞ Young God @njssi | smut, nonidol!au, brother’s best friend!au ➞ Falling into you @kookingtae | college!au, slow burn, mutual pining, shy/nerd!jk  ➞ Rough Edges @kjhmyg | badboy!jungkook, explicit smut ➞ On my mind @angelguk | fluff, smut, domestic!au ➞ Worst of You @oureuphoria | fluff, angst, comedy, police officer!jungkook ➞ Bunny Troubles @appreciatethefoolishness |  fluff, future smut, hybrid!jungkook ➞ Rattled series ✬ @gukslut | singledad!jungkook, angst, smut, romance ➞ He won’t know @jgukmilk | cheating!au, smut, slight, angst ➞ Number Neighbor @sevenforeverbulletproof | social media!au ➞ One year, my love ✬ @hayjeon | historical!au, fluff, angst, smut ➞ You belong with me @joonscroll | angst, fluff ➞ Chasing pavements ✬ @guklvr | dad!jungkook, f2l, angst, unrequited feelings au, sad stuff, future smut ➞ To tame a god ✬ @jeonstudios | fantasy, werewolf!au ➞ Broken Dreams @ddaenysus | soulmate!au, angst, unrequited love ➞ Through the night @nightbts |  fluff, angst, idol! au, friends to lovers!au ➞ Effortlessly @gyukult | fluff, smut, romance ➞ Crybaby @lavishedinjimin | explicit smut, somewhat a ddlg!au ➞ Still with you @ddaengqyu | angst, fluff, idol!au ➞ Rebound (ft. k.th) @btssaysstudy | angst ➞ I want a baby @codenameskye | angst ➞ Somewhere only we know ✬ @userseok | hybrid!au, angst ➞ Aphrodite in war @jungblue | comedy, angst, eventual smut ➞ Easy @itsamejin | angst, fluff, fuck boi!jungkook ➞ Tell me no lies @jeongi |  ceo!jungkook, angst, smut, minimal fluff ➞ After I left you @latetaektalk |  exes! AU, fake dating! AU, enemies to lovers-ish! AU, unrequited feelings-ish! AU, angst, fluff ➞ Fine Line @voidswan-main | fuck boi!jungkook ➞ Heart of the Storm @ladyartemesia | fluff, smut, hint of angst ➞ Come back to me ✬ @bonnyskies | angst, sexual themes, idol!au, marriage!au, parents!au ➞ Good Girl @bonny-kookoo | mild ddlg!au, smut, fluff, little angst ➞ Love to hate you @latetaektalk | angst, fluff, sexual themes, fake dating!au ➞ Lonely hearts club @dovechim | e2l, smut ➞ Tiger lily @v-hope |  fluff, slight angst, smut, college!au ➞ Alpha Jeon @pbandjk | werewolf!au ➞ Claws of carnality @jjungkooksthighs | smut, werewolf!au ➞ Your eyes tell ✬ @njkbangtan | soulmates!au, angst ➞ All over you @zibermuda |  smut, e2l, nerd!jk ➞ I hate you, I love you @jungblue | angst, smut ➞ Hand in the Kookie jar @mama-m0chi | bbf / baby daddy!jungkook, smut ➞ Zoom Call @1kook | fluff, slice of life, smut ➞ The dark prince @jkeuphoriadreamland | yandere, royalty!au, smut, angst ➞ Stolen dances ✬ @taeyohonic | bestfriend!jungkook, my bestfriend’s wedding ➞ Ego killer @zibermuda | smut, e2l, fuck boi!jk  ➞ From home @gyukult | fakedating!au, fluff, angst, e2l, smut ➞ Confident @h0neypjm | smut, fluff, angst, college au, fuck boi!jungkook ➞ Dire @whatifyoulivelikethat | smut, werewolf!au ➞ Please love me ✬ @ahundredtimesover | angst, arranged marriage!au, smut ➞ Evolution of a lover’s heart @jeonstudios | fluff, angst, fuck boi!jungkook ➞ Decalcomania ✬ @koyalov | angst, fluff, idol!au ➞ Almost home ✬ @angelguk | dad!jungkook, angst ➞ Delivery boy @pbandjk | angst, fluff, smut, becoming parents!au ➞ Magic Shop @njkbangtan | childhood best friends to lovers, drama, angst, fluff, slow burn ➞ [Your] love’s the only hoax I believe in @sparklingchim | angst, smut, fuck boi!jungkook ➞ Stem major!koo x cold senior!y/n ✬ @jiminrings | bullet fic, fluff, angst ➞ Spellbound to be @rosaetae |  vampire!jungkook, fantasy!au, soulmate!au, angst ➞ Lost Stars @rookiegukie | fluff, angst, roommates!au, e2l ➞ Lovefool @citrustan | angst, smut, fluff ➞ An ode to a broken heart @smoochkooks | unrequited love, heavy angst, eventually smut ➞ Anemoia @vantaenims | futuristic!au, fluff, mystery ➞ Once upon a bracelet @ladyartemesia | fantasy, soulmates!au, e2l ➞ The fact is @bangtanreadingcorner | romance ➞ Deus ex machina ✬ @readyplayerhobi | angst, android!jungkook ➞ Aquarium @whatifyoulivelikethat | heavy angst, cheating, non-idol!au ➞ The alchemy of amor @army-author | fluff, fantasy!au, e2l ➞ Drown for you ✬ @jeonstudios | merman/siren!jungkook, angst, fluff, smut ➞ Granite glow ✬ @namjoonchronicles | slice of life, videographer jungkook au, marriage au, angst, fluff ➞ Orange Tulips @kainks | soulmate!au, reincarnation!au, fluff, angst, light smut ➞ Cotton Candy @velocitae | fluff, slight angst, slight smut, werewolf!jungkook ➞ Strings  @minsuxga | soulmates!au, angst

➞ Hotbot @httpjeon | angst, fluff, smut

[ickymichi]

Denji having a crush on someone who ISNT makima and ISNT fucking crazy. Just a normal stupid person. Please.

TA- DA!!

warnings: fluff, denji being a qt <3

word count: 1k

<3 note: tyssm for this i luv u 🧎‍♀️🤲. psa me n all the homies hate makima‼️🗣 also anyone pls request denji i luv writing for my bby. reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

hotboyissei 2021

The ding of the bell on the door of the small café brought your head up from the countertop you here cleaning. Instantly you recognised the blonde head of hair bouncing towards you. “oh hello again denji! Would you like what you always have?”. For the past two weeks denji had been coming to the same café every afternoon he wasn’t busy to- well for two things really. 1) for the amazing coffee, teas and delicious desserts. And 2) for him to see you, one would say it was just a teenage crush, no denji was sure It was love, that he was the one for you. Ms. Makima couldn’t compare to the beauty you held, no she could never. And you were so kind to him, always sitting down beside him to chat about his and your lifestyles, until your annoying boss would come giving out about you slacking off. Yes, he was certain it was love between the two of you.

Which is why today was the day he’d ask you out on an actual date. It took a lot of courage and guidance from Aki but he was finally here standing infront of you. “oh umm actually I came to ask ya something.” Cocking your head to the side slightly you placed down the cleaning rag and made your way around the counter to stand in front of him. “oh? Well then okay! What is it?”. Wait, he didn’t actually think he’d get this far. ‘Think, think, think idiot, what did Aki tell you?’ he thought to himself trying to go back through his and Aki’s conversation before he left. Not realising how long he was standing there thinking you reached forward and softy tapped his shoulder. “denji? Is everything okay?”. Feeling your hand on his shoulder his flushed face shot up to look at yours. “huuh?! Oh yeah! Everythings fine. Pl-please come on a date with me!” he clenched his eyes shut after finishing his sentence, not wanting to see you laughing at his silly question. After not hearing your laughter he peeled open one eye and seen you looking at him with a soft smile on your face. “of course, i’d love to go on a date with you denji! i have the day off on Friday so how about then?”. He stood opposite you with wide eyes like he just saw a devil for the first time. He shook his head to get out of his daze and then nodded his head rapidly. “Fridays great! See you then (y/n) bye bye!”.

And with that he ran out the café door with a proud smile on his face going back home to shove it in Aki and powers face. “Awe yeah baby woohoo!” he shouted out and jumped up into the air, not realising you could still see him and laughed at the boy.

Friday came quicker than both of you expected and now you’re walking towards a bouncing denji who jogs to meet you halfway. “hi (y/n)! these are for you!” he pulls a paper bag of cookies from behind his back and pushing them towards your hands. You look into the bag and see them and surprisingly they smell amazing. “awe thank you denji, did you make these?”. He looks at you and blinks twice before responding, “oh no I bought them over there” he smiles, showing his sharp teeth while pointing to a small shop to your left. You couldn’t contain your laughter and he felt his cheeks grow hot again when looking at your wide smile. “Let’s go!”. He abruptly says and takes your free hand in his own. You didn’t expect him to be so forward so when he grabbed the said limb, you couldn’t help but look down at his hand engulfing you own. it’s rough and calloused, but it’s a nice contrast against your soft palm.

The day consisted of denji brining you to the cinema to see a scary movie- the whole time you had a hand on his forearm and ducked into his shoulder when an especially scary scene popped up. And yes, you did have one of those cliché ‘hands touching when reaching for popcorn moments’. He then walked around the shopping mall and went into nearly every shop, laughing when you would take turns to pick out ugly clothes and try them on. He did actually buy you something without you knowing, but he was gonna wait a bit till he gave it to you of course. A few hours later hunger overcame the both of you so denji found a fast food restaurant nearby and dug into the food.

By now the sky was dark and filled with starts so you decided to sit on a grass hill and gaze at the starts. After about 5 minutes silence denji sat up and pulled something from his pocket. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him fiddling with the box until he saw you looking over at him. “Ta-da! I got this for you, here you go.” Sitting up beside him you looked at the dainty box, gently taking it from his hands you opened it and felt your heart swell slightly. Inside was a small gold chain with your name in the middle. “I r-remembered you mentioned that you wanted to save for one a while ago so I got one for you.” Looking up from the box, a smile broke out and without thinking you lunged forward into his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck, the two of you crashing back down onto the ground. “woah! thank you so so much denji this is so sweet!, I don’t know how to thank you.” suddenly his eyes lit up and he smirked slightly before tapping his cheek. Immediately you knew what he wanted and you giggled softly before leaving in and placing a small kiss on his cheek. When you pulled back he was looking at you with that smile, the one where his cheeks are stretched and his sharp teeth on display. You gave him one more peck before leaning onto his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“thank you for today denji, it was the most fun i’ve had in a while.”

“oh, yeah of course!, does that mean we can do this again?”

“we can do it however time you’d like.”

[loth-wolffe]

hello there!

if you still doing song lyrics prompts, could you please do 33 and 46 with Crosshair? i..... just miss him.

if not - it's okay, luv u sm💙

Hi babyy!! I'm not taking requests at the moment bc i have a few queued that I need to work on,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, but since ur "i... just miss him" really broke me and tbh same, i wrote this quick lil ficlet for you. hope you like it bubs. love ya<3

Home again

Pairing: Crosshair x reader (no y/n)

Prompt: sOOO. i hope you don't mind i only used prompt 46. How can I miss you so much when you're right here? - Miss you so much by Miley Cyrus bc i didn't know how to tie them together heh.

Word count: 737

Warnings: uhhh none?

A/n: also it's NOT fair. it should be HIM missing YOU.

It wasn't easy, to see him come and go and leave you for what it felt like forever.

He would come, step into your apartment like it was his, like it was something he did every single day. Would put his armour in the little closet by the front door, to forget about what brought him there in the first place for a little while, a way to avoid the harshness of the war and all that came with it, to pretend he wasn't nothing more than a man that loved you and that wanted to be loved by you.

Crosshair's demeanor would always change when he crossed threshold of your door, showing his true colors as he waited for you to meet him; he'd be softer, lighter, somewhat more open. He looked more tired than what he showed when around his brothers, his shoulders slumped a bit, but he always seemed more relaxed, the safeness of your place was something he cherished the most, a little space for him to just be something more than what he was bred to be; not a soldier, not a brother, not a clone.

Just him.

"Crosshair?" Your voice is always soft when calling out for him, you appear from wherever you were hiding, the kitchen, perhaps. He looks at the clock that hangs high on your wall and notices it's around the time you make dinner.

He doesn't answer, but he doesn't need to as you walk towards him and in the blink of an eye you're flushed against him, wrapping him with your arms as he hides in the warmth of your neck, taking a deep breath as he drowns in the smell of you, of home. A sigh leaves his lips, content to be back and tears pick in his eyes as he fails to crawl away from the agonizing spiral of constantly missing you his aching heart always seems to be in, and he realizes how having you has done nothing but sunk him further.

It's as he unsuccessfully tries to keep tears at bay, that he wonders if it's possible to miss you even more now that he got you right in his grasp, than when he's away.

It must be.

Because as your fingers rasp against the small hairs of the nape of his neck, he feels you already slipping away. He holds back a sob, the beginning of a hiccup slips from his lips as the thought of not having enough time, there's never enough time, and he knows deep in his bones that you deserve so much better.

But Maker, he has missed you so much, the amount of times you had crawled into his thoughts with a stealthiness that only you knew how to hold against him was embarrassing, and it was even more how quickly his mind is filled with nothing but you. The times he had dreamt of you, with your kisses and your soft touch, could only match the number of stars that scattered in the blue skies.

And he got you just now, again, his favorite drink to taste as he could do it over and over, until he's drunk with your love like a madman, wanting to just know you and the feeling that you bring.

Home.

It all comes back to those four letters.

He squeezes you tighter, in an attempt to keep you closer, and Crosshair could spend the rest of his life like this, enveloped in your touch, in the tranquility you always bring with yourself, in the affection you give him and that he never wants to let go of.

"Hey," you murmur quietly when he finally pulls away from his hiding spot on your skin, he had dried the wild tears with the soft fabric of your shirt and he hoped you wouldn't notice.

Your eyes search for him as you tilt your head slightly, and his hands cup your cheeks like he was afraid you'd turn out to be an apparition of some sort, thumb brushing your skin as you shyly smile and worry settles between your eyebrows in a gentle frown.

"Everything okay?"

The sniper nods, a light movement as his eyes look at every little detail on your face, looking at the things that changed and the things that didn't with pursed lips and knitted brows.

He's got you, he thinks. And he's home.

Even if it's for a few days, everything's alright.

"It is now."

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𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑆𝐼𝑋: 𝑊𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑁𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟

author's note: it's been a hot minute... sorry for that. I am so grateful for the 28 of you and thanks for my stuff. I have decided to call my fanbase the tennies. I luv and appreciate u all. I hope you enjoy this partially edited chapter. <3

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warnings: injuries, crying, stupidity, sadness, basically angst

word count: 2064

The view from the top of the Empire State Building would be so beautiful if I didn't have a crippling fear of heights. I clung to his neck for dear life as he laughed mockingly. I now know why curiosity killed the cat. 

"Y/N, I promise the view is worth it." I bury my face further into his neck, not very convinced.

"Absolutely not," My voice comes out muffled. Another laugh escapes his lips.

"One peek and we'll leave," I breathe out heavily, slowly pulling away from the safety of his neck. Once I set my eyes on the landscape, I couldn't look away. The sun rising behind the skyscrapers caused the sky to be filled with gorgeous hues of orange. 

"Wow," I gasped, taking in the gorgeous view.

"I know right, she's beautiful isn't she." I knew he was talking about me, of course, but I ignored it.

"She really is," I turned around to face Peter who was already looking at me. Except I turn around too quickly and lose my footing. A frightful scream escapes my throat as I grasp for him. He catches me right before my foot slips off the edge of this really, fucking, tall, building. Once again, I'm in Peter's arms and clutching onto him for dear life. "Can we please go now?" My voice comes out shakier than I intended. 

"Are you ok?" His voice was coated in worry. His fingers stroke my back like he always used to do to comfort me.

"I will be when you take me off this fucking building," His worry disappears again as he laughs. Again, we swing from building to building, my face still buried back in his neck. My organs harshly yank up, down, and around, until I feel us land. 

"You're safe now," Peter breaks the silence. I hesitantly pull away from him to see we are on top of my apartment building. Nausea hits me and I run to the side of the building, puking. I hear Peter laughing as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. 

"I seriously need to stop allowing you to do that," We laugh together. He takes his mask off.

"I missed this," He pauses and we make eye contact. "Us, you and me." He slowly makes his way toward me and I scoff. He stops moving toward me, trying to read my thoughts.

"Please don't," I look down and play with my thumbs. "You don't get to do this to me. We can never go back to how we were." He steps back in disbelief.

"I know and it's all my fault, but I couldn't-" He runs his hands down his face. "I couldn't keep you safe and be with you." I scoff again. The nerve of this bug.

"I’m sorry but that's not a good enough reason for you to break my heart, Peter. I thought you didn't love me anymore. I thought it was because I couldn't give you a baby-" A sob that has been building escapes my mouth. "I am not a damsel who needs you to save me. You don't get to walk back into my life because you "miss us", because I miss you every day." He tries to embrace me but I shake my head in refusion. 

"I am so sorry, Y/N. I know that might not mean much but I mean it. It was never my intention to make you feel that way and I hate myself for it. I just wanted to keep you safe, even if that meant not being with you. I will never, not love you." A tear escapes from his eye and runs down his face. 

"Peter, you could have told me. We could have figured it out together." My anger subsided as I realized he actually meant it.

"I wish it worked out that way." He sighs in defeat.

"Me too," I sniffle and look back at him.

"I know we can never go back to how it was, but I really miss my best friend." I admit.

"Me too," Slowly, I approach and hug him. We stay there, holding each other, for what seems like forever. His distinct and signature scent filled my nostrils again. "Okay," I pulled away from him to wipe my eyes. "Enough of that, looks go inside." Peter nods and places his mask back on. We enter the building and cautiously trudge down the stairs because of Peter's current outfit. I unlock my apartment and close it behind Peter as he comes in after me. 

"Um, Spider-man?" I hear a familiar voice. Peter yelps and I hurry to the light switch.

"Jacki?" I turn on the lights and see her sitting on a kitchen stool. 

"Sorry, I let myself in because I was worried about you, but it seems like you are in good hands." 

"Yeah, she pretty much is." 

"Peter-" I stop myself. Shit! 

"It's fine. Cat's out the bag." He takes off his mask and Jacki and I gasp.

"Your ex is Spider-man?" 

"Apparently," I look back and forth between them. "Peter, I need to talk to Jacki." I grab her hand and drag her to my bedroom. 

"What the hell is going on?" She wastes no time. 

"Ok, bear with me. Peter, my ex, is Spider-man-" 

"Yeah I got that,"

"Just wait. Ok, so Peter and I grew up together and we were best friends before we dated. That's why he was there at the hospital and also why he's here with me now. He and I are kind of making up but not really. We are just back to being friends again." 

"That's a load of bullshit and you know it. That man doesn't want to be your friend. When a guy says he wants to be friends, he really means he wants to be more than friends." 

"But-"

"But nothing. You both love each other and that is only going to lead to trouble especially when you or him start dating. Oh speaking of dating, James!" I think for a moment. She really does make a good point. "I just don't want him to hurt you again, okay. I will always look out for you even if you are kinda being fucking stupid right now." 

"I am kind of being stupid aren't I, but I missed him as my best friend."

"Trying to revert back to friends after dating never works. Have you seen the movies? And, you already have a best friend." 

"You should be a life coach." I laugh and she joins in. "What am I going to do?"

"You're going to walk out there and kick him out." 

"Absolutely not,"

"Yeah that is a little extreme," she pauses to think for a moment. "Ok you're going to go out there and see what happens plus I'll be there to back you up."

"That's it?"

"Hey, that's all I got."

"Ok," I breathe out. I walk out of my bedroom to see that Peter is nowhere in sight. On the fridge, he rearranged the letters to say "text me" like we always use to do.

"Well that was easy." I look back at Jacki in disbelief. My apartment fills with laughter once again. 

"You think he heard us?" I wonder, even though I know my apartment walls are paper thin. 

"He definitely did."

Jacki and I, well I was forced, decided to have a girl's night tonight. Considering it was morning and I didn't get any sleep and didn't have work today, Jacki left so that I could sleep. 

I woke around noon, getting seven hours of sleep. I roll out of bed as I hear knocking "Just a second!" James' face meets mine after I open the door. I lean on the door for support and smile at him. "Hi," He returned the smile. 

"Hey, can I come in?" 

"Oh yeah, of course," I opened the door wider. I haven't seen him since yesterday when I was in a hormonal and emotional state. I close the door and turn to face him. He is already looking at me with adoration as he leans on the counter. 

"Are you ok?" He asks. When I don't answer, he approaches me. He gently places his fingers under my chin and lifts my head. I meet his eyes. They are filled with concern and gentle softness. "Y/N, it's gonna be ok." He hugs me and I finally let it out, accepting his embrace. The thing is, I knew it was okay. I wasn't crying because of my dad's accident because I knew my dad was a strong person. I wasn't crying for all the reasons that I should for which I felt so selfish and naive. The reason I was crying was because of something that became so suddenly clear at that moment. When I was in his arms, I was imagining him as someone else, Peter. At that moment I knew that I didn't deserve James, especially because of how I longed for another. I pull away from his arms with my back facing him. I knew what I had to do but I didn't want to do it. 

"James," I sniffle. "I- I think that we-,"

He interrupts me. "I know," He circles around me so we are face to face. "I see the way you look at him and he you. I can't get in the way of love. I enjoyed our time together and I hope that we can still be friends." I look up from the ground to meet James' smile again. This time I hugged him. James is gonna make someone happy one day. James pulls away and wipes my tears. "You should call him," I smile and nod. He places a gentle kiss on my forehead and leaves my apartment.

The phone rings once and I hear heavy breathing. "Peter?"

"Hello," a woman's voice answers back. I'm hit with a pain in my chest. Of course, he moved on, why wouldn't he, I did, sort of. "Hello?" The voice questions after my prolonged silence. "Sorry, wrong number." Of all the excuses I could've come up with, I had to use a dumb one. My contact was saved on his phone. I threw my phone on the sofa and sighed deeply. What am I gonna do? 

The two weeks go by with me being unable to call him. Every time I find the courage to call him, I chicken out. My mind is running a hundred miles per hour wondering if he wants to talk to me or if the anonymous girl will pick up again. Jacki doesn’t exactly understand my feelings for Peter but she still supports me. My father was released from the hospital after his surgery but I haven’t been able to build up the courage to go back home. I call but I know that he wants to see me face to face.

I settled back once again in my bed after another stressful day at work. I stare at the ceiling, watching the light dance on it as cars drive past my window. I finally turn on my side, slowly closing my eyes. A slight tap on my window causes me to sit up. I thought it was in my head until I heard it again. Flipping my blanket over my legs, I slowly approach my window. I’m met with a barely conscious Peter who is leaning on my window. I quickly open the window and help him inside. 

“Peter!” A panic fills my voice. His eyes weakly open as I scan his body for his injuries. We collapsed on the floor simply because I couldn’t support his weight. “I’ll be back,” I gently untangle myself from his grasp and run to my bathroom to grab my first aid kit. I ran back into my room to see him lying there where I left him. “Peter?” I get no response. I tap him on the shoulder and he jolts. I let out a sigh of relief. 

“Hi,” His voice comes out weakly. I cup his face with my hands. He reaches his hand towards my face to wipe away my tears. “So, you never called.” I laugh and place a kiss on his forehead. 

“Shut up,” I open up the first aid kit and start attending to his wounds.

[wthjillie]

~ little Kiyoshi Teppei imagine ~

a/n: hey y'all, been kinda sad lately so I figured I would write about my man cheering me up :( I hope everyone is doing okay and if you're reading this, know that your efforts are seen and that you are absolutely positively the greatest person everrrr <3 luv u

~~~

It was starting to get late and you were growing concerned that your boyfriend, Teppei Kiyoshi, wasn't home yet

You're just finishing up dinner clean up and let out a deep sigh, Kiyoshi never misses dinner

You look at the clock, it's almost 11:00pm. You look at your phone, no new notifications. The phone rings 5 times before your call gets sent to voicemail

"Hey! You've reached Teppei Kiyoshi, leave a message." You let out another sigh before sinking into the couch and turning the tv on

It's been a long day for you, you started off waking up late and almost missing your first lecture class

You rushed out of the apartment that you weren't able to kiss Kiyoshi goodbye. You thought about it all day, wanting to get home asap to kiss him

But first you had a full 4 hours of back-to-back lectures and then straight to the closing shift at your café job

After you locked up the café, you rushed home excitedly to get home and have a quiet dinner and just snuggle up to your big goofy teddy bear of a boyfriend

And yet you come home to an empty apartment...

~~~

You wake up in Kiyoshi's arms as he's carrying you to your guys' bedroom

You can automatically recognize his touch, so you sigh in relief and snuggle deeper into the crook of his neck

"Hi baby," he whispers softly. "I'm so sorry I missed dinner.." He plants the softest kiss on your head

He places you on the bed, you inhale deeply and stretch a bit. "That's okay... As long as you're here now." You rub your eyes a bit to watch your boyfriend change out of day clothes, you smile

Kiyoshi chuckles a bit. "What you looking at, honey?" He says as he snuggles into bed with you

You wrap yourself around him and Kiyoshi engulfs you into his arms, he starts to alternate between drawing circles on your skin and rubbing your back

"Long day?" He asks after you haven't said much. "Yeah..." You just barely whisper as a couple tears well up in your eyes. You draw circles on Kiyoshi's chest to distract yourself

You suck up the little snot building up in you nose as Kiyoshi wipes your tears. You look up at your boyfriend and smile

"Whatever it is baby, just know I'm here for you, okay? We can do this, there's nothing we can't do as long as we do it together! We're invincible!!"

You push him off of you a little, because you feel like he isn't taking you seriously or he's giving one of his cheesy/cliché motivational speeches, he can see what you're thinking with the look in your eyes

"Okay, okay, okay, I'm sorry, honey." Kiyoshi grabs your waist and pulls you closer, rubbing your back again. "All jokes aside, we can do this okay? There's nothing we can't do."

You pout at your boyfriend, wondering if he really means everything he says. But the way he looks into your eyes as your bodies are intertwined with one another, you already know...

Kiyoshi kisses your forehead, "I love you baby, don't ever forget..."

You close your eyes and drift off to sleep in your most favourite place in the world with your most favourite person ever

a/n cont'd: weeeee I love Kiyoshi 🥰🥰🥰🥰 literally my boyfriend hahaha