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thesecretwriter · 11 months

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LOVED the fanfic about Miguel. I need one with him being feral at the thought of wife!reader leaving him because he is being neglectful and is almost never home with her. Please, please, pleaseeee. I would love to read this.

P.S add smut if you want to😗

home is where you are (part 1) - miguel o’hara

pairing: miguel o’hara x wife!female reader

warnings: angst – reader tells miguel she needs a break from his absence, fluff – I think is it?? , smut – minors dni. smutty undertones, no smut described but miguel is being suggestive.

summary: in which y/n, wife of Miguel O’hara finds herself spending more time in an empty apartment that in the company of the man she chose to spend the rest of her life with.

word count: 1.4k

a/n: thank you for the request anon, I enjoyed writing it. I didn’t write smut bc the fic was already long and I am a bit tired, butttt maybe a part 2??

minors/ageless blogs dni.

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part 1, part 2, part 3

"I’m home, mi luz,"

The nickname he has reserved for you tugs at your heart. He explained to you that you were the light in the darkness that consumed his heart within the chaos of being Spiderman.

You look in the direction of Miguel's voice and sigh "well, that's a first," you mutter to yourself before getting off the couch walking towards Miguel.

You had spent the whole day rehearsing what you were going to say to Miguel.

You lean against the counter as Miguel leaves the packet with a logo from a Chinese take away not far from your shared apartment.

Miguel approaches you, his eyes dark and intense. His expression is unreadable, but you can feel a sense of discomfort growing within you.

"Did you miss me mi corazón?" he asks in a low voice, his eyes scanning your body as he comes closer to you.

"Well, for me to answer that question you would have to be around enough for me to miss you. So, no I did not miss you," you say, upset that he had the audacity to question if you miss him when he is not even at home most of the time.

You stay where you are leaning against the counter with your arms folded. Miguel takes this as an opportunity to cage you between his arms as he towers over you.

His eyes are fixed on you. He leans forward till he is a few centimetres away from you.

"You know that's not true mi luz. You miss me. And I miss you too, baby. I've been thinking a lot about you all day." he says, his tone suggestive and a glint of desire in his eyes.

"If you were thinking of me so much, then maybe you would be home more often. I've been wanting to talk to you about something..." you trail off nervous and avoiding eye contact with him. Miguel picks up the change of your attitude and tilts his head to the side in curiosity.

Any other day you would think that it was adorable of him to do such a thing, but now it ticked you off that he was so oblivious.

Miguel notices your nervousness and his expression turns serious. "What is it? What do you want to talk about, y/n?" he asks, his voice firm. The use of your first name is your first warning of Miguel being serious.

He is still leaning in close to you, however, you can now tell that he is tense from your nervousness.

"I want to take some time off... from us," you blurt out, wanting to get this conversation over with. Miguel takes in your words.

You want to take a break from him? the one who has the weight of the world on his shoulders. His brows furrow in confusion, but also anger.

Miguel moves closer to you, his body now pressed against yours. He leans in close to your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"Why would you want to do that, mi vida? Don't you know how much I love you?" he whispers, his lips dangerously close to your skin.

His taunting is what gets to you. Here you are trying to tell him what you needed, and he is retaliating by trying to seduce you.

"I don't feel your love anymore Miguel. You're barely home. I wake up, you're not here. I go to sleep, you're not here. Sometimes you even leave in the middle of night when I'm asleep. I understand that the spider society is important to you, but once upon a time so was this relationship. I cannot keep living like this by having moments with you." you say, getting angrier as you speak.

Miguel notices the unshed tears in your eyes.

Miguel's expression softens for a moment as he looks into your eyes, seeing the pain and tears hidden behind them.

He knows he's been distant lately, but that's all because he's been putting in more time fighting crime around the city as Spiderman and travelling to other dimensions to help other Spider-Man/women.

"I'm sorry, mi luz. I promise to make it up to you. I'll take some time off, for just the two of us." he says, his voice sincere as he tries to reason with you.

"And then what? while we're spending time together, you'll get called into HQ and will leave me alone. It’s happened before Miguel. I already packed enough clothes for me to spend a week with at a friend’s house," You put your hands on his chest to push him away and go to get your phone to call your friend to pick you up.

Miguel feels his chest tighten at the thought of having you away from him. You're slipping through his fingers, and he must do something about it before he loses you completely.

Miguel takes a step forward, blocking your path to the phone. His eyes flash with anger.

"You're not going anywhere, y/n. You're delusional if you think I'm just going to sit back and let you leave me. We're married, you made a vow to me. Do you know how hard I've been working to protect this city and the people in it? Do you have any idea how much pressure I'm under?" he says, his voice rising in frustration.

Before you can respond, he grabs your wrist and pulls you towards him. He presses himself against you, his hands roaming over your body as he begins to kiss you. You try to resist and push him away, but he's too strong. He continues to kiss you until you finally give in, allowing him to lead you to the bedroom.

You pour all your emotion into the kiss, letting him feel the heartbreak and anguish you have every time he forgets about you.

You're too consumed in the kiss to notice that Miguel is already beginning to take off his clothes. He breaks the kiss to take of your shirt and you see that as an opportunity to interrupt him.

"Miguel stop, not everything can be fixed with-" his lips stop you from speaking as he goes back to kissing you. All you're left in is your bra and panties, which Miguel still feels is too much of clothing.

You feel his lips trailing kisses down your neck as his palms knead at your breasts. His talons poking you ever so lightly, but it’s nothing you haven't felt before.

Your moans only urge Miguel on. He thinks back to the moment he saw the unshed tears in your eyes, the moment you almost left him.

Soon, he comes to the revelation that the only way to keep you here, with him - is to breed you.

It's something you and him have previously discussed. However, with him being away so much, it slipped his mind how he wanted nothing more than to watch you bare his child.

Miguel continues to kiss you passionately, his touch becoming rougher as he begins to undress you completely. He pins you down on the bed, his muscles exposed in the dimly lit room. You can see the taut muscles in his arms as he looms over you.

"Don't fight it, mi luz. I'm giving you what you've always wanted from me," he says, his voice low and husky.

Miguel continues to hold you down and have his way with you. You can't bring yourself to fight resist him anymore, your lips move with his and you feel the spark that is always present within you when Miguel kisses you.

For a moment, you see a glimpse of the caring and loving man you married. He is still there, underneath all the coldness that has consumed him.

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adventuringblind · 7 months

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Hello darling🫶🏼 I hope everything is okay🥹 I love the way you write, it’s sooo feel so real!

I have a request Lando x fem!reader, were she is Italian and she’s working for another team. So they live this relationship for so long distant, and she can’t go at every race as a McLaren supporter, but , and that’s situation make the things between them very difficult. So at some point, when everything looks like an end, he decide to ask her to live with him in Monaco.

Idk I feel this a little bit angst but happy in the end.🥺🥺

Thanks for all of your works, are amazing😍

Monaco Bound

Lando Norris x Ferrari Reader

Genre: angst to fluff

Summary: Lando is lonely, and Refer thinks he doesn't want her around. Turns out Lando just doesn't know how to ask. Featuring Max being blunt and the Ferrari boys trying to be emotional support.

Warnings: miscommunication, Lando is anxious, reader is so confused

Notes: Just so you are all aware, I am getting to requests! I've been working on the series more, as well as my works on AO3. Sorry it's taking so long, everyone!

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Everyone says long distance is difficult. And when your partner needs physical contact and quality time, they really aren't joking.

Her and Lando had been making long-distance work for the last year and a half. Her living in Italy for work and Lando living in Monaco. Sure, they see each other in at races, but working for different teams really doesn't help anything.

Hope came in the form of teleworking. Finally, they'd managed to make it so she could do work from home, working remotely from the factory.

Did she tell Lando? Yes. Was she hoping to move to Monaco with him? Also, yes. But she also didn't want to just straight up ask him. That could make him uncomfortable, and then it would be awkward. Instead, she leaves it alone. Patiently waiting for Lando to maybe ask her.

On the other side of things, Lando could not decide whether his girlfriend simply isn't into him anymore, he had done something wrong, or she's just shy. He wants her to come live with him. To the point where he has broken down over in when he's alone in bed at night.

The next race weekend, he caught her talking with Charles and Carlos. Knawing insecurities creeping their way up his throat. He avoided all three for the rest of the day.

No phone calls were answered. No texts responded to. Always going to opposite direction. Was he being petty? Possibly, but he needed to think this through.

That night, he's shocked when Max comes knocking at his door. Lando opens the door and greets his friend cheerfully. Max though, looks solem.

"Wanna talk about why your girlfriend is acting like she's killed you?"

Lando's face dropped. "What?"

Max shoves past him and takes a seat in one of the chairs at the small table. "Carlos and Charles are worried also. They tried consoling her, but she's hysterical mate. Thinks you don't love her or something."

Again, Lando's face drops. She thinks he doesn't love her? She believes she did something wrong? He's misread this situation entirely.

"I- I thought that - that she was falling out of love." He admits. His face turns away from Max to the floor.

"She was raving to Carlos and Charles that she's finally able to work from home and wants to live in Monaco with you, but you hadn't asked."

"Why didn't she ask to live with me?"

"Maybe she didn't want to seem rude?"

And suddenly Lando is running out the door. Sprinting to his car to get to the hotel he knows she's staying at. With the room number she'd given late last night when she arrived.

It's a blur, really, the trip from point A to point B. He doesn't come back to reality until he's staring at her door. He can hear the muffled sobs on the other side.

He knocks. She opens. They collapse into each other.

"I thought you didn't want to come live with me."

"You idiot. Of course I want to live with you! I love you!"

"I'm your idiot."

Does she move to Monaco? Yes. Is Lando like a koala bear clinging to her every second of the day? Absolutely.

But she wouldn't trade it for the world.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 month

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Im not really sure if I am or not so I'm going here.

WIBTA for forcing someone to give me closure?

Hi, I (22NB) have a crush on a guy I'll call C (21M). I've had feelings for him for a very long time even though we don't know each other that well. I was tired of not knowing him and only seeing him every once in a while, so on his birthday (the only day I was sure I could see him).

I told him I liked him, but I didn't know him well, so I was interested in getting to know him better over time. I also understood that we were both busy with college and work, so we might not spend a lot of time together this semester.

He reacted vaguely receptive to my confession. He was nice about it and told me he also wanted to get to know me better.

A few months later and the ambiguity is killing me. He never said he returned or didn't return these feelings, and I don't really understand hints or implied language unless they're obvious. I know I should move on at this point, but I'm stubborn, and the nature of the ambiguity leads me to believe that there might be something more in the future.

What I really need is a direct yes or no, but I'm afraid it'll ruin our friendship. And I'm afraid to let go of our friendship but I really can't ignore these anxious what if's.

The breaking point for me is that today we hung out with his friends, and they started talking about relationships, and he said he'd like to find someone one day. I didn't make eye contact and became quieter afterward. I really dont know what to think, and all I did was feel angry and depressed.

Later, I told him I wanted to talk privately at a later date, but we have not had this talk yet because I don't know what to say and I feel stupid for wanting to say it.

I feel like he doesn't care about my feelings and just wanted to keep being friends by not telling me directly what he felt.

I feel like I'm being an asshole because I am forcing my mental well-being on him for closure and potentially throwing away our friendship because of some feelings I can't tamper down or ignore.

I feel like I'm being a weird, desperate incel but I also feel like he's trying to avoid a conversation with me. He never talks to me first, and even though he is nice to me and kind, I just feel like I don't matter to him at all.

Would I be the asshole for forcing this from him? I feel like the only person who'd really benefit is me. If I am rejected, I can accept that, and if I am not, then I can feel a little more secure with where I stand with him.

If he rejects me, he might lose me as a friend (because I will want time away from him to process it). I can't forsee him returning my feelings because if he wanted to be with me, we would have already been working our to that together by now. Am I just impatient? WIBTA for doing this?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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justwritedreams · 3 months

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If I was your man | Wooyoung

Idol Wooyoung x Assistant Reader

Word count: 4505

Genre: suggestive, fluff

Author: maari

Warnings: One heavy make out scene, woo little jealous

Note: I've been planning to write this since march last year, you have no idea! It's totally based on the song if i was your man by the vamps

Summary: What if Wooyoung was your man?

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Wooyoung had just left the recording studio when he saw Y/N sitting on the sidewalk with her phone in her hand.

It had been like this all day, he didn't want to stare for so long but she wasn't like other days.

Y/N used to admire when the group was recording a music video or something, even though she was just the assistant to Ateez's stylist she loved the recording set, the dream of becoming an actress had been left behind for a long time but the luck of being able to watching behind the scenes was an opportunity she wouldn't miss for anything, especially since Y/N was allowed to watch.

But on that particular day, she didn't pay attention to the exhausting hours of recording. She was too busy looking at her phone every two minutes, she seemed anxious for some reason.

Wooyoung noticed that in the last few days Y/N was happier, even talking more since she was always more introverted. He didn't know why but there was something on her phone that had changed her mood.

From happy and excited to anxious and worried. A change in such a short time that anyone would notice.

“Y/N, is everything okay?” asked when he approached and she looked at him in surprise, she hadn't noticed his presence there.

“Yeah, it’s just-” Y/N pondered, sighing. She needed to talk to someone. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure." he sat next to her, keeping his backpack over his shoulder and faced her.

Her gaze down, avoiding contact with him, revealed that she was embarrassed and probably didn't know how to ask what was bothering her.

And she really didn't know, at least she didn't know how to say it without sounding stupid.

“You’re a man and you know how most men's minds work, right?”

"Something like that." he smiled sweetly, wanting to make her feel more at ease.

Y/N bit her lip, trying to find the right words but all that came to mind was that she should be sincere and direct.

This made her not notice that Wooyoung was looking closely at her extremely inviting lips.

“When a guy shows signs that he likes you and even went out with you but then disappears without explaining why, and comes back later as if nothing had happened. What does that mean?"

Wooyoung swallowed the answer he wanted to give and looked back into her eyes, seeing her watching him expectantly.

He didn't want to be rude or too direct and end up hurting her more than she already seemed to be.

Or be too playful and she ends up interpreting it as if he was making fun of her.

It was very clear to him, whoever she was going out with definitely didn't like Y/N the way she thought and probably didn't want the same thing as her.

But her eyes were begging for an answer, as if she needed direction on what to do. And had to be sincere.

“Maybe his priority right now isn’t what you guys are having.” Wooyoung responded carefully and saw her face change expression, from worried to sad.

He didn't like seeing her like that. The last person who deserved to suffer for someone who wasn't worth it was Y/N.

The two didn't have a huge age difference and just like Wooyoung, Y/N knew what it was like to leave the family behind to follow your dreams in a place where you have to learn to fend for yourself.

Y/N was a sweet, polite and respectful person, she would do anything for everyone without expecting anything in return. He knew her well enough to know that she deserved so much more than some asshole was trying to give her.

And that didn't even have to do with the fact that he had a slight crush on her.

Well, maybe it has.

“So he doesn’t like me.” Y/N concluded, her voice even a little deflated and Wooyoung couldn't control the urge to put his hand on her shoulder.

He wanted to hug her, the way he used to hug his members.

It wasn't fair for her to be like this because of someone who didn't treat her like she should be treated.

“I know that if it was me in his place, I would never waste your time like that.” He took a deep breath and took his hand to the strand of Y/N's hair that fell in front of her face, placing behind her ear and she looked at him at the same moment. Although Wooyoung was different from most Koreans, who didn't like to show affection through physical contact, Y/N never crossed that line but Wooyoung was too close, in a way they had never been before. “If you take your hair out of your eyes, you'll be able to see what's in front of you."

After saying that, Wooyoung got up from the sidewalk and walked out in long steps while she just looked at him with her mouth open. In addition to being shocked, she was confused.

He hadn't said it the way she was interpreting it. Right?

[...]

Three weeks had passed and nothing had changed.

Well, not for Wooyoung.

Y/N was still involved with the asshole who had hurt her, she sent him messages all the time but the situation hadn't evolved.

From what she had shared with Wooyoung, the guy still kept disappearing without a good explanation and came back as if nothing had happened to ask her out.

Wooyoung knew that wasn't an explanation but rather a lame excuse, which she always believed.

The phone fell into the water? Lie.

He has to restore his phone and lose their conversations? Lie again.

He slept on the bus and his phone was stolen? The worst lie he's come up with so far.

They lived in Seoul, it was safe even to walk around in the early hours of the morning with a 50-inch TV on your arm.

Wooyoung hated all of this. He knew why the guy always wanted to take her to the dark of the cinema and it wasn't the same reason she had in mind.

Y/N wanted to go out with the guy because she was enchanted, he wanted to go out with her to sleep with her.

It was so simple and Wooyoung was so angry because she didn't see the malice in the intentions.

At least now Y/N and Wooyoung were talking a little more, although it seemed like she was a little shy when she was around him. He had given her a clue and apparently Y/N hadn't understood, so his crush would continue to be a crush until she realized he was there, ready to do everything differently than the other guy.

“Sorry for the delay, Wooyoung, Mrs. Park was busy with another group’s outfits and ended up taking your clothes by accident.” Y/N held out the bag with the tour outfits that Wooyoung would wear to the next concert.

"Don’t apologize. You could have brought it tomorrow morning, you didn’t need to leave the house at that time of night.” he said after holding the bag and saw her wave her hand in the air as if to ensure that it wasn't a problem.

“I didn't want to stay at home and I know you're traveling tomorrow so.” She shrugged and tried to smile but it wasn't quite a smile.

Wooyoung raised his eyebrow.

"Are you ok?" he asked, worried.

She even opened her mouth to say yes, but not even her body wanted to lie, not again. So no sound came out and she shook her head.

"I'm an idiot." she laughed, without any humor and saw Wooyoung look both ways trying to understand.

Knowing that Y/N wanted to vent, he gave her space to go to the living room and sit on the couch while he followed close behind and dropped the bag on the floor as he settled in next to her.

“Let me guess, it’s that guy.” it wasn't a question, Wooyoung knew the answer.

“I thought something very serious had happened to him because he hadn't seen my messages for 6 days.” she explained and Wooyoung paid attention to every word. “But he posted a few hours ago that he’s at the cinema with another girl and his parents.”

Wooyoung felt his heart beat faster with anger.

He was tired of seeing her waste time with that guy, tired of seeing her run after someone who didn't want to be with her. He was tired of seeing that idiot treating her exactly the opposite of how he would treat her.

If he had one chance, just one.

“Why do you insist on talking to him?” he asked and she remained silent, trying to find the answer. “I mean, do you like him so much to live like this?”

“I don’t even know how I feel about him anymore.” Y/N admitted, looking to a random corner in the room. “He was a nice guy and we have a lot of things in common. He was the first guy I went on a real date with in a long time but… I feel like I'm being an idiot.”

Wooyoung bit his lower lip, he wanted to agree quickly but he didn't know if it would be appropriate.

“Do you want my honest opinion?” asked and she looked at him, nodding slowly as she analyzed his expression. “I don't think it's fair for you to sink your heart even further every time he responds to you with an excuse and the next day he shows up living his life as if he doesn't care about you. You’re worth more than that.”

Y/N looked away and started playing with the fingers on her own hand. It wasn't the first time she thought this, but her reason always conflicted with her emotion when it came to this matter.

“You can have any guy in the world, Y/N.” he confirmed and she laughed, shaking her head.

She had known the boy for a while and knew how good-natured he was, but when didn't hear him laughing along she raised her eyes to look at him.

She laughed again, lightly, and when she realized he was serious stopped laughing immediately.

"You’re serious!" she stated, perplexed. “I mean, you really are serious.”

He raised an eyebrow and looked deep into her eyes, Y/N held her breath as realized that Wooyoung was closer and how her mind could only think that his facial expression was extremely… sexy.

“You’re beautiful, funny, kind.” He wet his own lips with his tongue and looked down at Y/N's mouth. She felt her mouth go dry and swallowed, mirroring his reaction. Did Wooyoung always have his lips so full? “I would treat you right. If I was your man…” he rested his hand behind Y/N’s body on the couch and got close enough to feel her labored breathing. “Just me, you wouldn’t waste your time.”

Y/N was left with nothing to say because the sincerity in his words caught her completely off guard, she wasn't expecting it but that didn't stop her mind from starting to entertain the idea.

He was always very polite and respectful towards her, never went overboard with jokes and made the atmosphere happier. And she couldn't even say anything negative about his look.

Wooyoung was the most beautiful man she had ever seen in her life, the type that would make her drop everything for him, the type that she would fall madly in love with if she weren't so confused.

But the blindfold that blinded her eyes seemed to be falling apart as Wooyoung sighed each word so close to her face, making the room increasingly hot and the air lacking.

She never imagined hearing that kind of thing from him, from a man who had the entire world thrown at his feet.

“I-I don’t know what to tell you.”

He brought the thumb of his free hand to her lips, shushing her.

"You don’t need to say anything." he whispered and she felt a shiver on the back of her neck. That short, new distance between them was making her feel dizzy, Wooyoung's scent was so intoxicating that she couldn't think about anything other than how much she wanted him to get closer.

And in fact, it was as if he was reading her mind, as he not only began to move closer but brought his hand to her cheek, creating a warm and subtle contact. Y/N's breathing was ragged, she was panting at the way he was looking at her.

When their noses gently touched and their eyelids threatened to droop, they were interrupted.

“Wooyoung-ah, did you see my-” Hongjoong’s voice echoed through the apartment, making them both move away suddenly and Y/N jumped in fright, feeling her heart stop in her throat as she saw the oldest appear in the room . “Oh hi Y/N, I didn’t know you were here.”

“Yeah, I…” she got up from the couch, completely distancing herself from Wooyoung who looked impatient, clearly anxious. “I needed to bring Wooyoung’s clothes.” she explained quickly and Hongjoong raised an eyebrow, taking turns looking between her and his friend who was taking a deep breath, running his hand through his hair. The two seemed very suspicious and hadn't even done anything. “But I’m already leaving.”

“Don’t you want to stay a little longer? Do you want to have some tea?” Hongjoong offered and she shook her head.

“No, tomorrow I need to wake up early anyway, you know how Mrs. Park is.” She smiled shyly and he nodded.

“It’s a shame you won’t come with us on tour this year,” he said. “Isn’t it, Wooyoung?”

Y/N tried to hide her ears burning with embarrassment as she slowly turned to face Wooyoung.

"Yes!" he responded promptly, getting up from the sofa, looking at her again, leaving her shy. “I even spoke to our manager hyung, but Mrs. Park needs you.”

“No more than one of us.” Hongjoong spoke, catching the attention of both of them who looked at him with frowns and he simply smiled innocently.

“Well, maybe next time.” she cleared her throat, running her sweaty hands over her jeans and as soon as a silence settled in, she sighed. "I'm already going. You guys need to rest too.”

Hongjoong walked over to hug her briefly.

“See you in a few months. Try not to miss us so much.”

“This is going to be an impossible task.” she laughed and they walked away. "Bon voyage."

He nodded in thanks and Y/N went towards the door, being accompanied by Wooyoung, she lowered her head shyly and put back the shoes she had taken off while being watched by Wooyoung.

“I know I'm going to miss you.” he spoke quietly and she suppressed a smile.

Y/N looked at him as soon as she stood up straight again and saw him come closer to hug her tightly, she closed her eyes at the contact and gave in to the hug. It was hot, it made her heart beat even faster and her legs trembled as if everything she had felt when he was clearly going to kiss her before wasn’t enough. She wondered if he could feel how anxious she was, how fast her heart was beating because of him.

“Don’t forget what I told you.” he whispered close to her ear, making every pore of Y/N's body tingle.

Now she not only wondered if she would give him a chance, but already imagined the answer and what good would come from it.

[...]

To say that Y/N wasn't nervous would be a huge lie.

She spent the day thinking about Wooyoung and she didn't know what time he would arrive back home but she wanted to see him.

In the last few months, after the trip to start the tour, she and Wooyoung spoke every day, sometimes via video calls, but always via messages. They had created a stronger bond, they were developing an intimacy that made Y/N feel safe.

Safe enough to be sure of what she wanted.

She wanted him, it was simple.

For a few weeks she repressed and even refused to believe, reinforcing everything that could go wrong, but on the other hand, she couldn't help but feel everything she felt when she talked to him. There were no games with Wooyoung and she liked that.

Well, she was in love with him. That was the truth!

She actually questioned herself for how long she had felt this way and hadn't even noticed because she was too busy seeing someone who didn't exactly see her, who didn't make a point of being with her like Wooyoung did.

And now, knowing that the tour was officially over and that he was coming back, it made all the butterflies in the world rest in her stomach. Even though they hadn't actually specified something, she was waiting for a text or call from him.

The doorbell to Y/N's apartment rang, making her jump back and almost let the glass she was washing run through her fingers. She hurried to let the glass dry in the sink and dried her hands behind her back to run to the door.

And she was even more surprised when saw Wooyoung standing in front of her apartment when she opened the door, she even lost her speech, making him laugh lightly.

“You- when- what-” she stuttered, blinking several times to make sure she was seeing right.

“I’m not even going to get a hug?” He asked and she sighed.

As soon as she nodded, Wooyoung entered the apartment seeking her body in a tight bear hug, which lifted her slightly off the ground while he buried his face in her neck, causing new goosebumps to run through her body.

Y/N took the opportunity to take her hands to the large strands of his hair, it was a little longer since the last time they saw each other.

“I didn’t know you were back already.” she spoke quietly and he placed her back on the ground, pulling away to face her with a wide smile.

“I've almost arrived now, actually.” he broke the hug to take off his shoes while he rested his hand on the door to close it and she frowned. “I just had time to leave my bags at home and take a shower.”

Y/N felt her heart warm.

“You should have rested a little…”

He shook his head.

“I couldn’t wait.” he confessed, shrugging and she smiled shyly. “I needed to talk to you.”

She swallowed the anxiety that had settled in the pit of her stomach and clasped her hands that were sweating cold.

"Me too." admitted and he looked at her hopefully. “Come on, I don’t want you to stand there at the door. Come in."

Y/N held Wooyoung by the hand and pulled him inside, leading him to the living room, but he didn't even sit on the sofa, he stopped her with his hand and she turned to face him.

“Did anything change?” he asked, directly and she sighed.

"Yes." she replied quietly but firmly. “You told me you would treat me right.”

He nodded and didn't look away from her.

“I would never hurt you.” he said, convinced.

"I know." she smiled lightly. "I trust you."

Those words seemed to sound like music in his ears and he smiled widely, they didn't need to say anything because the sparkle in both their eyes was enough. Wooyoung approached, placing his hands on Y/N's face and she felt her heart flutter but didn't stop him, in fact she approached just like him.

Resting her hands on his arms, she saw him touch their foreheads making her lose herself in his scent while she felt tickled with their noses touching lightly, she smiled lightly but it didn't last long as he kissed her in the same second, making her closing her eyes to truly enjoy the feeling of having his warm lips against hers.

She didn't know how it was possible for her legs to be so weak, but it was what his lips moving against hers was doing to her body. She could lose herself forever in the wet and hot sensation but he had other plans, he sucked her lower lip as he brought with him to break the kiss and make her let out a gasp.

Y/N squeezed his arms as if to ensure she could still stand, however his hands went down to her waist where he hugged her firmly while her hands went up to his shoulders.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.” he spoke against her face, which took in the air she needed, still with her eyes closed.

“So we have to make up for the lost time.” Without the strength to face him, or else she wouldn't be able to stand, she kept her eyes closed.

Wooyoung began a new kiss, this time faster and more passionate, the voracious lips made Y/N lose track of the entire world around her, the only thing she wanted was to be there, in his arms.

They actually took advantage of everything they had missed in the last few months, Wooyoung's hands squeezed Y/N's waist without hurting while hers went up to the back of his head, pulling him closer.

There was no space between their bodies and neither of them wanted to stop there, it seemed little compared to the need they felt, they needed more. He then took the opportunity to walk with Y/N and ended up pressing her against the wall next to the sofa, it was enough to press his body against hers, who sighed at the contact.

Breathless, he kissed her neck and she just tilted her head to the side, giving him free access to do whatever he wanted with her skin and it wasn't a wasted opportunity.

Wooyoung didn't just distribute kisses but also light bites and licks that made Y/N's throat dry while her hands could only grab his hair, it was difficult to control the moans that insisted on wanting to come out of her mouth.

He then moved his hands to her thighs, just below her ass, and lifted her up. Y/N took the opportunity to wrap her legs around his waist and when she felt him hard against her hips, she couldn't suppress a low moan.

She opened her eyes to find Wooyoung already looking at her with desire, his dark eyes burned for her as much as hers burned for him, without having anything to say, they began a new kiss, hurriedly in which their tongues met quickly, making bodies brushed against each other for the first time that night.

While Y/N had her back pressed hard against the wall, she scratched the back of his head with desire, feeling her body practically erupt. It was then that she grabbed the t-shirt he was wearing and pulled it up, giving a clear indication of what she wanted, he broke the kiss once again to let her take the piece off.

He smiled proudly when he saw her admiring his chest, she seemed mesmerized by his abs, but he wasted no time in doing the same to her. He lifted the light fabric tank top she was wearing and Y/N helped him by lifting her arms so that the piece didn't get in the way of their warm torsos meeting and when that happened he brushed his hips against hers.

“This is so much better than my dreams.” she said, breathing heavily.

“Did you dream about this?” he asked, panting.

She nodded and looked at him firmly.

“Every night since you left.” She admitted, making him smile mischievously.

He moved closer to kiss her again, but this time they were interrupted by the shrill doorbell. They stared at the door as if to guess who was there and Y/N made to get off Wooyoung's lap but he grabbed her ass and kept her there.

“The person leaves, nothing is more important than that.” he whispered and she laughed softly, agreeing.

He took the opportunity to kiss her collarbone and began distributing wet kisses to that area, making her dizzy.

“Y/N?” her eyes widened when she heard the male voice on the other side of the door.

Wooyoung stopped what he was doing to look at her and she looked at him completely surprised.

That couldn't be the…

“I needed to talk to you. You don’t respond to my messages anymore.”

Devil in person.

“Is that- that guy who was making a fool of you?” Wooyoung asked and she nodded.

He changed his expression, he wasn't happy at all with that interruption.

“I know you’re home, I can hear your whispers.” she felt her jaw drop.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes and Y/N actually considered going to the door to throw the abused person out of her life, but Wooyoung was holding her so tightly that it didn't look like he was going to let go anytime soon.

“I know a way to make him go away real quick.” he said and she looked at him with a raised eyebrow, curious about his answer.

“You’re not going to hit him, right?”

He snorted.

“Okay, no, it was my first idea but I have another one.” he replied and she nodded.

He placed her on the floor carefully and began to take off the pants he was wearing, making Y/N open her eyes wide and covered her mouth with her hand to hold back laughter.

He pulled her by the hand and made her stand next to the door, on the side where the asshole wouldn't see her and then Wooyoung opened the door quickly, in his underwear, clearly hard and with swollen red lips.

“It wasn’t her whispers.” He leaned against the doorframe and Y/N had to control her laughter. “It was moans.”

Y/N's jaw dropped and she really wanted to laugh.

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?" Wooyoung replied to the question ironically. “Leave my girlfriend alone and get out the door, unless you want to hear her waking up the neighborhood.”

He closed the door in his face and faced Y/N who was holding back her laughter, he softened his expression and approached her, pulling her by the waist.

"You’re crazy." She placed her hand on his arms.

“Hey, I didn’t tell any lies.” She narrowed her eyes at him and he just pulled her back onto his lap, grabbing one of her thighs. “I’m going to make you scream my name.”

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johnkahner · 6 months

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I loved your last Johnny Cage work! So good!

Can I request a one-shot with Smoke and he is just starting a relationship with fem!reader who works at Madam Bo's and some guys are giving her a hard time and he stands up for her? I'm a sucker for fluff so as much of that as you can fit.

Thank you!!!

AN: This came out later than I wanted it to. I'm glad you enjoyed my writing! It helps my confidence when I'm writing. Also, Smoke is the character I think I've gotten the most request for lol. I hope I wrote him accurately too. Also made up a random girl because I felt bad if she was unnamed. Not proof read.

Notes: Female Reader, Some random men being creeps

Today felt like any other day. Take orders, get customers their drinks, clean the tables, and repeat. You were wiping down a table while a co-worker, Yu Li, helped by getting the dirty dishes from the table. Yu Li saw some men looking at the two of you. The men were sitting a few tables away. Looking uncomfortable she decided to grab your arm to lead you to the employee’s only area.

“What?”

She shushes you, while directing with her eyes the men eyeing you two like candy. You take note of her actions. Both heading towards the backroom. But you both knew you couldn’t hide back here the whole time while you still had your job to do.

When an order was ready you decided that you would take the risk to go deliver the food to the customer. Not to mention with your luck, it was an order for those men you wanted to avoid.

“Hey, Little Lady. ‘Bout time you got your sweet ass over here to entertain us real men.”

The rest of the man’s group laughs at his comment towards you. You sigh not wanting to entertain this anymore than you have to. You place the order down, and turn to leave. The man that was speaking seems to be this group’s leader. He seems to be offended by your actions. He grabs your arm, and attempts to pull you closer to him.

“Listen sweet cheeks, no need to be a prude. We can make ya feel real good.”

You try to pry your arm away, and you turn your head to make eye contact with a certain ninja.

Tomas rushes over to you. He frees your arm away from the creep.

“Don’t you know how to treat a lady? Not to mention she doesn’t look too comfortable right now.” He pulls you to his chest and hugs you.

“This has nothing to do with you!”

“It does when it involves my girlfriend!” Tomas says your name “I’ll deal with this man. Go somewhere where you feel safe for now.” He kisses the top of your head.

You move out of the way. Not really going to the backrooms, but just staying out of the way of the fight that is about to incur.

Said fight didn’t even last long in all honesty. Tomas was beating the stranger’s ass. While you stood beside Kuai Liang. The door to the backroom opens to reveal Madam Bo. She appears to be very pissed off. She pats Tomas on the back, “Good job Tomas,” she turns to look at the man in pain and his crew, “Now you fools get out of my restaurant! You’re no longer welcomed here!”

Not putting up much of a fight now the group leaves. Madam Bo smiles at you and Tomas then heads back to work. You mosey on over to your boyfriend. Wrapping your arms around him. Nuzzling your face to his chest. He holds you close. After the events that happened on this day that started off like any other day that turned somewhat chaotic. You’re glad that at this moment you have Tomas with you. Also you got a few days off from work. Thank you Madam Bo.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat x you #mortal kombat imagine #tomas vrbada #tomas vrbada x reader #smoke x reader #mk smoke

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jae-bummer · 1 year

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Irritably in Love

Request: hiiiihiiiii!!!!! would you write a story with seungmin from stray kids using the prompt where a non bias member confessed to you when your bias [aka seungmin] in also in the room?? the only additional thing i ask is no love triangle or poly situation. thankies🫰🏽

Prompt:

18) A member (who is not your bias) confesses to you while your bias is in the room.

Pairing: Stray Kids Seungmin x Reader

Genre: Fluff

"Come on, scaredy cat," Seungmin grinned, poking you in the cheek. "It's just a movie."

"A movie that has no effect on you because your weird little mind has already been warped," you grumbled, settling deeper into the couch beside him.

"It's okay, Y/N," Hyunjin hummed, appearing with popcorn that smelled suspiciously burnt. "You can hide in my shoulder if things get too intense."

Seungmin rolled his eyes as he looked up at the older member. "Then what happens when you get scared?"

"I don't get scared," Hyunjin laughed as he sat on the opposite side of you.

"Bug!" Seungmin shouted, pointing to the cushion beside Hyunjin.

Letting out an impressively high-pitched screech, Hyunjin flung the bag of popcorn to the floor before scooting directly into your lap. "Kill it! Kill it with fire!"

You couldn't help but laugh at Hyunjin's dramatics. It was an undeniable fact that he was the king of being fooled, so you weren't surprised that he played right into Seungmin's hands.

"Stupid," Seungmin cackled, pushing at Hyunjin's back in what appeared to be an attempt to get the taller boy off of you.

Hyunjin's panicked expression fell into a sheepish smile. Covering his face in his hands, he wiggled from side to side. "Protect me, Y/N!"

"How the tables have turned!" you joked, wrapping your arms around the noodle of a boy.

Glancing to Seungmin, you noticed an annoyed expression had worked its way onto his features. Avoiding eye contact, he stood, and went to pick up the popcorn pieces that Hyunjin had dropped.

While Seungmin's default mode could often be set at generally annoyed, it was never directed at you. For the entirety of your friendship, he was pretty wonderful, albeit it merciless when it came to teasing. That was one of your favorite parts about him though. He had a certain way of telling you about yourself that made you feel like you were in on the joke. You never felt singled out or targeted by his words, but just a victim of his love language. He was almost always on the defensive, but it was cute in an abrasive way (which may have been the best way to describe him as a whole).

If you hadn't had the self-control you did, you would have fallen in love with him a long time ago. With his demanding schedule, and your general aversion to thinking people could possibly have a crush on you, it was relatively easy. While you loved nearly every part of that bony, bobblehead of a man, you could be realistic. He would never see you that way.

Chewing on your lip, you looked back to Hyunjin who had apparently settled in for a cuddle. He glanced at you carefully, his face much too close for your comfort.

Hyunjin had always been a bit of an enigma to you. It was as if he existed on a separate plane that you could never quite understand. He was easily charming and extremely open. The two of you could talk for hours about nothing at all. You couldn't quite pin down the otherworldly nature of him, but you weren't sure if you needed to.

"Hey, Y/N," he said quietly, looking directly into your eyes.

You could see Seungmin go still in your periphery as he caught the hint of Hyunjin's whisper.

"Hey, Hyunjinnie," you said carefully, trying to gauge when the vibe around you had shifted.

Hyunjin slid himself backwards off of your lap and into the spot where Seungmin was originally sitting. Gathering his long legs to his body, he wrapped his arms around his calves, and settled his attention back on you. "I've been thinking about this for awhile..."

"Maybe you should think about it a little longer," Seungmin muttered, moving to sit down next to you. "We have a movie to watch."

"Seungmin," Hyunjin groaned. "Just give me a second."

"A second has passed," Seungmin said in monotone, tapping at the remote for the television.

"Y/N," Hyunjin tried again.

This caused Seungmin to groan and slump his body against the back of the couch.

You shifted your eyes back over to Hyunjin, waiting.

"I've been thinking about this theory for a while," he nodded slowly. "You know, how all of us are made from the same material as stars...and... I've really decided that our two souls, you and I, were born from the same star."

"Oh," you croaked, unable to move your eyes from Hyunjin's hopeful expression. You weren't entirely sure what he was getting at, but you had an idea.

"We're all made of star stuff," Seungmin grumbled. "I could be part of the same star as you, Hyunjin."

"No," Hyunjin insisted, shaking his head. Reaching out, he set his hand lightly a top of yours. "There's this feeling I get when I'm around you, Y/N. This completeness. It's fate that we've found each other millions of years after our star died."

"I can't," Seungmin gasped, launching up from the couch. "Absolutely ridiculous."

You watched as he shuffled toward the balcony, cursing quietly along the way. Pulling the sliding door open with a bang, he glared over his shoulder at Hyunjin before stepping out into the chilly night air and slammed it shut again.

"Hyunin, what are you trying to say?" you said quietly, now only able to focus on his fingers covering yours.

"I'm not trying to say anything," he chuckled. "I'm saying it directly. This is my confession to you, Y/N. Do you accept me?"

The truth you were trying to avoid was now outlined so plainly. Never in all of the time you had known him had you guessed Hyunjin could have a crush on you. It was a shock in a way, but with how romantic he was, it seemed on brand. You weren't even entirely sure if he liked you, or just the idea of you. That was the issue with Hyunjin. He was easily wrapped up in his own poetic ideals so much so that you weren't sure that he recognized they didn't necessarily apply here.

"Hyunjin, I-" you began, but were immediately startled by the thud coming from the direction of the balcony. Looking up, you could see Seungmin had pressed his forehead against the glass and was now staring intently at the two of you.

Shaking your head in an attempt to get your thoughts together, you looked back toward Hyunjin. "Do you really like me?"

"What?" he asked, furrowing his brows. "I literally just launched into a speech-"

"Which was very nice," you continued. "But also, were you thinking up those words before you met me and just happened to find someone that they might apply to?"

"I, uh," Hyunjin stumbled, confusion painting his handsome face. "Well, I mean, I've had dreams about who I thought I'd be with."

"I very much appreciate what you said to me," you nodded. "But Hyunjin, we're just friends."

"Friends," he repeated dumbly. "Right."

"I'm sorry," you whispered. Glancing toward Seungmin again, you could hardly stand the moody look covering his face as well. "I just...if I'm being honest, I have feelings for someone else."

Hyunjin looked up with a cringe. Catching the direction your eyes were staring, he let out a hiss of understanding. "Seungmin."

"Seungmin," you nodded in agreement.

"Well," Hyunjin sighed. "I guess I can't be too torn up. I should have known better, really."

"Thank you for baring your heart to me," you smiled sadly. "But I think you still have some stardust to reunite with."

"Maybe," Hyunjin grumbled. You could tell he was trying to act unbothered. "Thanks for letting me down in a nice way. I think it helps the crushing weight of being alone."

You let out a laugh. "Did it?"

"Not really," Hyunjin smiled tentatively. Finally taking his hand from yours, he pulled you in for a one-armed hug instead. "Go talk to him."

"Thank you," you said quietly.

"Yeah, yeah," Hyunjin grumbled. "You'll make it up to me sometime."

You nodded before pulling yourself off the couch. Your heart was fluttering in your chest, and you weren't entirely sure if you could handle the other half of this conversation so soon.

Seeing your approach, Seungmin stepped back from the door, and yanked it open. Stepping gingerly out onto the balcony, you slid it behind you again.

"Are you two strolling happily into the sunset?" Seungmin chuckled bitterly. Spinning so he wouldn't have to look at you, he set his forearms on the balcony railing.

"Quite the opposite," you hummed, taking a spot beside him. "I'm pretty sure I yeeted all of his hopes directly into the sun instead."

Seungmin's head swiveled toward you and his brow furrowed. "You didn't return his feelings?"

"Nope," you sighed. "I have feelings for someone else."

"Great," Seungmin croaked, looking away again.

After a moment of silence, he straightened and faced you. "Look, I know you weren't really expecting to hear two guys make a fool of themselves tonight but let me get this out."

You tried not to appear amused as you gave him your full attention.

"Y/N," he said sternly. "I never thought I would care about someone like this. I get it. Love is this unpredictable, unexpected...thing that just forces itself upon you, but frankly, it's been miserable."

You lifted your brows in surprise but remained silent.

"This feeling," he continued, his eyes searching your face. "This feeling that I have...it's going to explode out of my chest. It's too big. These emotions...they aren't even mine anymore. There is so much of you rooted in me that I don't even belong to me anymore and it's really very irritating."

This time you couldn't hold the huffed laugh that escaped from your lips.

"If you could just...please," he finally said, defeated. "Please either give my heart back...or if I'm lucky, give me yours instead. I know I'm annoying, and I know I can be prickly, but-"

As soon as his confession turned into whatever flaws he assumed he had, you wouldn't let it go on any longer. Closing the space between you while he was still in mid-sentence, you leaned forward and placed the lightest kiss on his still moving lips.

Well, that shut him up.

Looking at you with wide eyes, he touched his fingertips gingerly to his mouth and remained very still.

"Here I am," you smiled slowly. "Giving myself to you, as requested."

"I'm sorry," Seungmin said, his voice much hoarser than it had been previously. "Is this real? I just need to confirm I am not hallucinating."

You laughed as you reached up and cradled his cheek. "You impossible boy."

"Not hallucinating," he confirmed, placing his fingers lightly atop of your hand holding his face. "Maybe you should kiss me again just so we can make sure."

You chuckled as he rested his forehead against yours. "If that will convince you."

"Great," Seungmin said quietly. "I'm going to need to be thoroughly convinced, just saying."

#kim seungmin #seungmin #stray kids #skz #stray kids seungmin #seungmin x reader #seungmin stray kids #seungmin fluff #seungmin kim #seungmin imagines #seungmin scenarios #seungmin fanfic #seungmin romance #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids fanfic #stray kids scenarios #hyunjin

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coffeeclubimagines · 9 months

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ENGWNT X Reader

Hello guys!

This is just a short little fic I've worked on, it was going to be a reader x ENGWNT fic but now it's sort of an OC X ENGWNT fic, so let me know any thoughts.

It does allude to an eating disorder, it's not graphic or anything but if that triggers you then please avoid, or if you want to know more specifically about what's mentioned feel free to dm me :)

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She knew before she arrived that Sarina and multiple members of the national management team would want to discuss her weight with her, why it was dropping again? What was going on? How they could help? And ultimately remind her of the consequences of her continued weight loss.

She knew the consequences, she was just past a point of caring, everything seemed of so little consequence somehow. So it was no surprise that before she'd even had a chance to get to her room after arriving she'd been called to see Sarina, who had gone through everything with her, tried to break through to her, to no avail.

"Brooke," "Yes?" "The girls already know" "Who?" She gulped, turning back around from her walk out of the room. "Leah, Millie, Lucy and Kiera. We didn't have a choice but to tell them," "Fantastic" She sighed, eyes briefly closing as though to block out the situation she found herself in, before she walked silently out of the office. Sarina watching her small figure slowly disappear out of the room, hopeful that after all the other failed interventions this would be the turning point.

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As Brooke walked up towards her room, suitcase trailing along behind her, using the stairs rather than the lift to waste time, she wondered what would be waiting for her.

Who would be waiting for her.

She usually shared a room with Lauren, but she knew the rest of the city girls were going to be arriving a day late, so her room would be open and waiting for the intervention she was sure the 4 players were planning even as she walked up towards them.

As she arrived on the corridor of her room she saw the sad little huddle of girls waiting for her. For a brief second she considered turning straight back around and walking the way she came, shutting out problems she didn't want to deal with.

But it was Millie who turned to look at her making direct eye contact, her suitcase and the annoying sound of it's wheels betraying her and making her presence obvious to them, making her chances of escape impossible.

So with a noticeable drop of her shoulders she carried on walking towards them, not speaking a word as she went, barely moving her eyes away from the door. She didn't say 'Hey' as she normally would, didn't go in for a long awaited hug, but instead just opened the door with her card and slipped in, leaving it open behind her for the other player to follow through.

The silence in the room was loud as she dropped her suitcase by the window and then went to sit on one of the beds claiming it as her own. They didn't speak as she took her shoes off, as she swung her feet up in front of her and lent back against the headboard, nothing until she turned to look at them properly again.

4 confused, upset, concerned faces all looking back at her.

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I do have a part 2 for this, but just wanted to gauge interest before I published anything, so please let me know.

#woso imagine #engwnt x reader #engwnt imagine #lucy bronze x reader #wonze x reader #leah williamson x reader #lionesses x reader #lucy bronze imagine #wonze imagine #millie bright x reader #woso x reader

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uhbasicallyjustmilex · 3 months

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miles kane, swg3 glasgow 01/02/2024

oh my god oh my GOD i don't even know where to start. last night was hands down not just one of the best gigs of my life, but one of the best nights of my life full stop. it's twenty four hours later and my heart just feels so full and i still can't stop smiling with pure happiness 🥹 i've been to a LOT of gigs over the years, and a lot of those have been really amazing gigs too - but this one. wow. there was truly just something so special about this one that i know i'll carry with me for a long time to come 💗

i feel like i could ramble endlessly about all the things that made it so incredible (i.e. literally everything), so to try and avoid writing an actual essay, here are a few bullet points of my favourite things:

being right in the front row was AMAZING for obvious reasons, but also because of the number of times miles made eye contact with me and smiled at me as he was singing 😭 (naturally any time this happened i smiled back like a total idiot and forgot all the words) me and the lovely human i was there with were the only ones at the barrier who were really getting into it at the start, and i got the sense he loved seeing how much we were loving being there 💗

miles just has the most incredible energy ✨ that's absolutely something you pick up from listening to his music, watching interview etc - but it's quite something else to experience in person. the moment he walks into a room he just gives off such good vibes and such warmth. there's such a sense of groundedness to him as well as all the amazing passion, and also idk. i feel like in person you can really feel the sensitivity and vulnerability that's so present in his music too. he truly lights up a room and just has such a knack for holding everyone captive 💫

getting to witness miles being overwhelmed and unable to stop smiling at how enthusiastic the crowd was truly wonderful 🥹 you could just *feel* how much it all meant to him, and watching him get all the love and appreciation he deserves was just magic 💖

at the end, he came down into the crowd towards me and was making direct eye contact and then he FUCKING SPOKE TO ME??????? 😭 i was too dazed to actually take in what he was saying (i'm pretty sure it was something along the lines of "i like your necklace" but honestly who knows lol), and it was very brief because naturally i wasn't the only person in the crowd he was saying hi to, but fucking HELL. i was totally, totally unprepared 😭 i then had the privilege of a sweaty miles kane leaning over me to high five the people behind me, and i held his hand and - yeah. it was all so truly surreal that i might think i'd imagined it if it wasn't for the fact i can literally see the moment in this video 😭

i was there with @perfectly-clear-from-here and we were both just utterly ECSTATIC after the show, it was amazing getting to share the sheer giddy joy of all that with one of the loveliest humans i know 💜

and then of course (as if all of that wasn't already enough to make it the most wonderful night), we MET MILES after the show 😭😭 i've already rambled about that here so i won't do it again, but - yeah. let's just say he truly is the most wonderful person with the loveliest energy, and he is so easy to be around 🥹

the last six months or so have not been easy ones for me, and this felt like the most wonderful break in the clouds that just - idk. really restored me to myself. it was so special to get to experience live so many of the amazing songs that have got me through and been such a comfort in the difficult times, and i am just so endlessly grateful to miles for his courage in creating and sharing all that he shares 💗

**please do not repost my photos without permission**

#sorry for posting so much about the show but i am just SO STUPIDLY HAPPY 🥹🥹#i have a bunch more videos that i'll share at some point #including the most beautiful and heartfelt 'don't forget who you are' 💗#AHHHHHHHHHH #it was quite honestly the most perfect experience i could have dreamed of 💖#just look at his happy little face 🥹#i'm so so glad to have been able to help make him feel the impact of his music and how utterly cherished it is by so many people 💗#(please forgive me and my soppiness - i haven't come down from my post gig high yet 😭)#miles kane #one man band #omb tour #omb era #mk glasgow 2024 #my show #lulu posts

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br0-please · 7 months

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Biology 18+

Nerd!Miguel O'Hara x afab!Reader

Cw: Minors do not interact. Smut, sub!Miguel dom!Reader, Miguel is reader's tutor, University au. Miguel calls reader 'mommy', reader calls Miguel 'good boy'. Not proofread. Oral sex (f receiving)

Another warning: This is my very first time posting anything on Tumblr, so honestly coming out strong with this one. Been a long-time reader but I've decided I've got my own things to say about Mr.O'hara. Also this was inspired by @nymphomatique 's yummy fucking Nerd!Miguel au, so enjoy~ ;) I'm so down bad.

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Miguel sat next to you on the floor of the living room of your apartment. A textbook and both of your laptops on the coffee table, you leaned with one arm on the table supporting your head as you stared at Miguel who was explaining a concept to you. He seemed so lost in his excitement about the subject that he failed to notice the way you grinned at him. Your eyes trailing from the strands of hair that fell on his forehead, to the way his glasses balanced on the bridge of his nose, down to his lips. He was so gorgeous, so cute. You just wanted to grab him and shut him up.

A couple of weeks ago you decided getting a tutor would be a good idea. As the semester moved along you could feel the weight of your classes starting to bear down on you, not having enough energy to try and understand the complicated concepts fully on your own. So you went down to the tutoring center on campus and there you set up your first appointment with Miguel.

He was just the cutest thing you've ever seen. The way he pushed up his glasses and looked up at you from where he sat at his desk and said in a quiet voice, "Oh, I can tutor you." made you bite your lip and smirk. There was something so sexy about this nerd, something told you he's never felt the touch of a woman before, despite being so attractive, and that made you want to claim him as yours.

"So um... is that a little better? Do you get it now?"

Miguel's soft voice snapped you back to the present.

"Oh yeah, yeah. That explanation was actually really helpful, I didn't think to look at it like that." You nervously chuckle, pulling some response out of your ass.

He quietly nods at you, turning back to his laptop and opening another tab. "You know, I actually made a practice quiz for the exam if you'd like it." Miguel looks back in your direction but keeps his gaze on the floor in front of you instead of your eyes.

"Wow, thanks Miguel!" You say as you lean in closer to look at his laptop screen. Your elbows rested on the coffee table as you bent over it with your knees steadying you on the floor, the hem of your skirt riding up your ass.

Miguel tried his best to avoid the sight of your panties under your skirt, but couldn't help gazing at how the soft fabric draped over your plump ass and how the fabric of your panties was darkened by a wet spot. His voice shaking a bit as he responded. "Uh, yeah. No problem."

Still bent over the table, fully aware of what you were doing to him, you turn just your head to look at him. Smirking and feigning innocence. "Are you hungry Miguel? Can I get a snack for you? Or are you just gonna stare at my ass for the rest of our session?" You ask, now swaying your hips teasingly at Miguel who was left a stuttering and blushing mess.

"I- uh- oh- um..." He inhaled sharply trying to collect his thoughts as he stared down at his hands in his lap, avoiding eye contact with you.

"I-I'm sorry... I just... I didn't mean to!! I promise it won't happen again!" He was a mess, fidgeting with his fingers as he stumbled over his words trying his best to apologize to you. You just smirked at him before standing up above him before bending down to get your face at the same hight as his. You take a finger and hook it under his chin to lift it up.

"Hey, look at me." Your voice barely over a whisper. Excitement washes over you as his big chocolate eyes meet yours, poor thing looked so scared.

"Aweee Miguel don't worry I'm not upset at you." You coo.

"But are you going to answer my question? Are you hungry or not? I advise you to say yes." Your hand moves to grab his jaw as you talk, looking down at him with a mischievous look.

"I um, yes. I'm hungry..." He almost whimpers as he looks up at you.

"That's great. I'll be sure to feed you since you've been so nice and have tutored me all this week." Your voice was sweet but taunting as you stood back up fully, looking down at him. "You're so cute you know that? You're gonna make me feel so good." You reach down and run a hand through his hair.

Miguel's breath catches in his throat, he seems like he's almost in a trance, not knowing if this is real or not. "M-mommy..." He whimpers, immediately clasping a hand over his mouth after he realizes what he just said.

You grip the hair on his head tight and tilt his face up to look at you as you hear what he just said. A wild and pleased grin painting your face.

"Oh, what was that? Mommy? Is that what you want to call me? God Miguel, I didn't know you were desperate enough to call me mommy." Miguel could only whimper in response as he looked up at you, the expression on his face betraying how much he wanted you.

"And it just slipped out like that huh? Can't even hide your desires from me. You're so lucky I'm already in the mood to give you a treat. Is that what you want Miguel?"

"Y-yes." Miguel swallowed. "Yes please Mommy, I would love that." He whined, his lips quivering as he spoke.

"Mmm, oh I can already tell you're gonna be a good boy for me. Come here." You say, releasing the grip you had on his hair. You walk over to a nearby counter and face your back towards it, leaning an elbow on it for support. Miguel follows you and stops in front of you. You look up at him and smirk, taking your hand to grab his chin again.

"Get on your knees." You command, feeling pride as you see him follow your orders. Miguel kneels in front of you, his eyes pleading with you for another order, the bulge in his pants already visible, your pussy throbbing at the sight of him.

"That's it baby." You coo, rubbing a hand across his cheek, traveling to the back of his neck as you begin to pull his head towards your cloth-covered core.

"Why don't you have a taste, honey? Show me how much you want it. I'm gonna make you earn your little treat Miguel."

He nods eagerly before running his tongue up the outside of your panties. You let out a soft groan as you feel his hot breath and teeth grazing the fabric covering your clit.

You keep one hand on the back of his head while the other still rests on the counter for support. He looks so pretty between your legs, eagerly sucking and licking at your heat. His hands stayed on his lap as he obediently looked up at you, searching for praise.

"Mmm, good boy honey~ That's very nice" You groan out, feeling the pool in your panties growing, mixing with Miguel's saliva. You decided that was enough teasing.

You pulled his head back, earning a couple pants from him as he caught his breath.

"Take them off." You state plainly, gesturing your gaze down to your panties.

"Yes Mommy." Miguel happily complies as he hooks a finger on either side of your panties and slowly pulls them down. You lift your legs to step out of them, feeling the cold air hit your warmth, reminding yourself how wet you are right now.

"Put em in your pocket. I'll let you keep those if you put them to good use." The idea of him whining your name as he jacked off into your panties only served to increase your arousal. It also seemed to excite Miguel too, who gladly shoved the precious material in his pocket with a polite. "Thank you mommy"

You chuckle as he looks back at you, beckoning him closer, you widen your stance so he could fully have access to you.

"You ready Miguel? You're gonna worship this pussy like it's your last meal you got that? You eat till I'm satisfied." You leaned back to get more support, in anticipation for what was to come.

Miguel nods his head before diving in. His tongue lapped feverishly at your folds, with long licks from bottom to top, stopping to suck on your clit every once in a while. His arms and hands wrapped around your thighs, squeezing the plump flesh as he pulled you into his face. You threw your head back in pleasure as your hands gripped at his hair, his desperate groans, muffled by your pussy sending shivers down your spine as his voice vibrated against you.

"Ah yes, fuck!" You moaned out. You didn't expect him to feel so good. A mixture of your wetness and his saliva dripped down your thighs as he continued to eat, lick, and suck on your pussy like a starved animal. Your hips bucking against his mouth as he worked.

"Ugh, Miguel! You good fucking boy, god! You're making me feel so good right now, fuck I'm so proud of you." Your legs began to shake as you felt yourself nearing your orgasm, having a hard time supporting your weight.

Miguel supported you in his arms, taking on some of the work that was standing for you. Hearing your words his tongue began to move more rapidly on your clit. Drawing circles on and flicking the sensitive bud, his glasses fogging up as he did so. He wanted nothing more than to make you feel good, to feel your legs shake as he drank every last drop of your cum.

"Yes baby just like that, you're doing so good." You groan, the knot in your stomach now impossibly tight. "Ah please Miguel! Use your fingers honey, I'm almost there. Mommy's gonna cum all over that pretty little face of yours." You bit your lip hard as you felt two of his large fingers enter you, earning a loud moan from your lips. Your noises of pleasure continued to fill the air as his thick digits curled inside of you, hitting that soft spot that was too hard to hit on your own.

With one more thrust of Miguel's fingers, you felt the knot in your core break. Squeezing the fists full of his hair you had, your body trembled as you rode out your orgasm, your hips bucking into his face and up and down on his fingers as you moaned.

Miguel lapped up every bit of your sweet nectar before taking his fingers out of you and cleaning them off as well. He sat there looking up at you, panting, looking so proud of himself, just waiting for your approval.

After taking a moment to catch your breath, you smile down at him lazily. You grab the back of his neck and place a passionate kiss on his lips, tasting yourself on him and savoring the flavor before pulling away.

"You did so good Miguel. I'm so proud of you." You say softly, looking lovingly into his eyes.

He perked up and smiled at you. He almost seemed like a little puppy, it was so adorable. "Thank you so much." He breathed out, taking his glasses off to clean them with his sweater.

You placed a sweet kiss on one of his cheeks before signaling for him to stand up. You walk over to the couch and he follows.

"Sit down Miguel. It's time for me to repay you."

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hyukalyptus · 7 months

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words. — hueningkai x chubby!fem!reader. NSFW/MDNI!

cw. established relationship, first time as a couple, chubby reader (jiggle, ass, thighs, etc.), mention of eating, eating food off each other ehehe, switch!kai, switch!reader, body worship, katoptronophilia (mirror sex), nipple play, a lil humiliation vibes?, cunnilingus, exhibitionist a lil i guess?, not super proofread, i think that's it. notes. reposted from my old account!, didn't rly edit., smut under cut. wc. 1.3K

"Oh, you got some on your face," you giggle, repositioning so you're sitting criss-cross applesauce on the picnic blanket in front of Kai, not caring how much your dress rides up. Swiping your thumb across his bottom lip to gather the chocolate, you suck on your thumb to clean it, all while making direct eye contact. He gulps, unable to take his eyes off you.

You’d decided between the two of you to not celebrate your one-month anniversary, but he surprised you at your front door with a picnic basket; how could you say no to such a pretty smile?

"Thanks," he chuckles, eventually diverting his attention to the ground. He's got it together again and he keeps making you laugh, your chest, tummy, and thighs jiggling along with your laughter.

He is simply entranced. And you can tell.

Sitting sideways to avoid flashing anyone, your skirt that was already a bit too short kept riding up making him absolutely blush. But when your skirt rode up enough to expose that upper thigh tattoo he hasn't seen yet...his mind was nowhere else. Does she have any other tattoos I've never seen? What even is it—no, don't stare. Oh, but she's gorgeous.

Glancing around to make sure no one's near, an idea pops into your head. But is it too much? Nah, he'd love it.

"Thank you for doing all this for us, babe..." you smile seductively, reaching to rub his thigh innocently. "This is so romantic. And these strawberries are delicious," you say, picking another one up to take a small bite of one.

Smirking, you swipe the exposed strawberry over the top of your tit, leaving a trail of red and chocolate.

"Oops," you say, unapologetically. "You think you could help me with this?" You nod toward your chest, making his eyes wide. Reaching a thumb toward you, you say, "Nuh-uh. Tongue."

And he's finally gotten the hint. You want him.

Tilting his head, he smirks, running his tongue over your plush skin, looking up at you the entire time. Backing off, you wrap your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him close to press your lips to his. Licking your bottom lip, you let his tongue in your mouth, tasting the strawberry and chocolate on his lips.

"You taste...so good," you say, smiling at him. You're still not quite sure where he is with this. Part of him seems to be exuding confidence, but another parts seems—

"You wanna go back to your place?" Oh, well—nevermind. You know exactly where he stands.

Pressed against the door to your bedroom, lips furiously gliding each other, groans filling each other's mouths, you just can't believe—

"Remind me why it took us so long to do this?" You ask in between kisses. He backs off to shake his head and hoist you up with a grunt to throw you on your bed.

"I have no fucking idea."

Clothes ripped off each other, hot bodies gliding over each other—you're simply addicted to him. All you wanna feel is his chest pressed against your own forever, but he says, "Get on your knees, please."

You chuckle and mimic him, "Please?" But you still follow his orders. Jolting forward at his hand slapping your ass, you're almost in shock. You didn't expect that from him. He’s been so sweet since you met him—almost scared of offending or hurting you. Just the other day, he barely bumped into and he asked you if you were okay at least five times.

But now, you’re on your knees, hands reaching forward over your head while his hands are all over you. They start in your hair, past your shoulders, giving your tits a good squeeze, a pinch of the waist, and generous amounts of rubbing your thighs and ass.

Simply exploring your body, the slight ache in your knees reminds you of how long it's been.

“You alright?” You ask hesitantly.

“Perfect…”

“Hm?”

“Oh sorry, yeah, I’m just looking at ya,” he says, lips against your shoulder, covering your back with kisses. “Wait, lemme…” he walks over to your floor mirror. “You mind?” You shrug, unsure of what he’s meaning, but figure it might be fun whatever it is.

After moving the mirror, he finds himself behind you again, squeezing your cheek harshly. “Watch me slide into you for the first time.” Oh, okay. “Ready?” You nod frantically, but he spanks you before you have the chance to think. “Words.”

“Y-yes,” you breathe. “Please.”

You’re not sure where to look: the heavenly face he’s making—eyebrows stitched together and mouth dropping open—or his gorgeous body contouring with his thrusts or your thigh spilling through his long fingers.

What you do know is, though, is goddamn he feels good. This position lets him reach the deepest parts of you, hands unable to decide where to land. Should they squeeze your thigh? Spank your ass? Find your clit? Grab your tit?

“I told you to watch me,” he says through his gritted teeth. You glance back up at his eyes, but you don’t have the energy to hold it up for very long. “Watch me,” he insists. He almost sounds dominant and it makes you shiver.

But when you still don’t hold your head up, he doesn’t have the patience anymore. Yanking your head up by your hair, he forces you to watch him fuck you from behind, tits jiggling and thighs trembling rapidly. Leaning so his ear is against yours while his dark eyes find yours in the mirror, he whispers, “I told you to watch me.”

You find the strength to hold yourself up while he thrusts into you, one hand playing with your nipple while the other finds your clit. Everything feels euphoric. And again, you’re questioning why it took you a month to fuck each other.

All those late nights making out on the couch, the little touches under the table, the sexy text messages have created a tension so thick you coulda cut it with a knife.

Now, here he is…fucking you like he was made to.

“Fuck—” he whispers against your ear. Stutters of swears and your name spill out of his mouth. “Fuck…” And then you feel it. His warm cum fills you up, warming you from the inside out. His face digs into your shoulder, shaking it as he comes down from his high, hips stuttering against your ass.

Everything comes to a slow halt as he hides in your neck. “Did you—?” He nods slowly and embarrassingly. “Without making me cum first?” He hesitantly nods again. “Words.” He lets out a pathetic whine. “Words, Kai.”

“I came…before making you cum first.”

“Well,” you tisk. “Guess we’re gonna have to figure something else out.” You catch him before he can resist and toss him on his back, quick to straddle his face.

“But I won’t be able to watch like this,” he says.

“Well you shoulda thought about that before.” You don’t waste much time before you sit on his face, grinding your hip against him. His hands squeeze your hips while his tongue flicks your clit perfectly. It starts off with gentle gyrations against his face, watching yourself sensually move in the mirror.

Hands in his hair while he keeps squeezing and tasting you. He’s exploring you at first, but—

“Oh, fuck—” he quickly finds, “Right fucking there. Just like that. Yes.” And he doesn’t change anything. If it’s one thing he knew, it’s when a woman said those words, she meant it. Reaching up to squeeze your tit, thumb flicking over your nipple.

His tongue, his thumb, watching yourself in the mirror is so good, it doesn’t take long for you to reach a climax, cumming all over his face, legs trembling around his ears as you try to hold yourself up. Washing over you in waves before you catch your breath.

Plopping down next to him, your vision clears up enough to look over at him, all giddy and smiley.

“That was…” you start, still catching your breath.

“I know.”

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luvistqrzzz · 9 months

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and i've seen sparks fly everytime you smile...

sparks fly— where you think the sleepy boy walking you back home is cute...

jungwon x f.reader genre: fluff, high school au, classmates to ?? wc: 0.5k warnings: none part of what shade is our love series

your footsteps echoed in the empty hallway as you quickly walked towards your classroom. you must have forgotten your notebook somewhere there.

arriving at the door, you stopped in your tracks at the sight that greets you, your stomach doing a sudden flip.

yang jungwon.

he was sleeping, sprawled over the desk, the sunlight filtering in through the stained windows falling on his face. you stood there, unsure of whether to wake him up or not.

maybe you should considering how the gates would be locked in half an hour or so and you weren't cruel enough to let a poor boy be stuck in the school for so long.

you nervously walked up to his sleeping figure, oberseving the way his face looked so calm. it was not something you saw often. jungwon was always busy with studies, student council and what not.

he was so etheral that you had to stop yourself from being creepy and looking away. it wasn't like yang jungwon was your crush. he was a classmate, a very helpful one. always willing to lend a hand, or give a smile across the hallways.

but then again, you didn't miss the way your heart raced everytime he talked to you.

'uh jungwon…' you whispered, scared of how he would react to your sudden presence. 'school is finished, uhm… get up.'

hearing the sudden voice, the boy woke up with a start. 'who- what?!' he spoke in a sleepy voice before noticing you, face to face with him.

jungwon gulped at the sight of your face, his cheeks turning a shade darker, 'Oh, uh… y/n?!'

realizing the position you were in, you jumped back embarrassed, 'y-yeah… It's time to go.'

he looked around the empty classroom to avoid any further eye contact with his crush standing in front of him, before stuffing the books into his bag and getting up and following you out of the classroom.

jungwon took in a deep breath, stealing a quick glance at your direction and mustering up some courage, 'hey..... shouldwewalkbackhometogether?' it's now or never

you turned towards him in confusion, 'erm you need to calm down jungwon.'

'should we walk back home together?' he repeated, emphasising on each word, looking cute doing so. you couldn't hide the smile that spread across your face as you gave a quick nod.

jungwon couldn't believe it. he had always wanted to talk to you outside the formal 'hello' and 'how are you' and there you were, walking beside him with a small skip in your step. you chuckled at something he said only to find him looking at you softly.

your heart sped up, 'what?' the boy turned around, embaressed, 'n-nothing! oh look, i think we have arrived.'

you looked at your house at the other side of the street, 'i'm afraid so.' you pouted, not wanting to leave him. 'we should talk m-' '-you're cute, jungwon', you both said at the same moment. your ears turned pink as the realization hit you of what you had just said.

uh oh. 'okay bye see you at school!' you squeaked before sprinting in the opposite direction.

jungwon looked at your disappearing figure in a daze. did you really call him cute?

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leahrintarou · 8 months

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☠︎︎ DAY TWELVE: MARKING FT. IWAIZUMI

☠︎︎ WARNINGS: y/n is a tease, jealous iwaizumi, hickey giving lol, they're roommates

☠︎︎ WORD COUNT: 950+

"y/n" he called from his seating on the living room's sofa. she hummed in response, acknowledging his call for her attention. "can i talk to you for a second?"

she was confused but curious at the same time. her long term roommate wasn't the kind of person to request her attention in such a confrontational tone. "yeah sure, let me put my bags away first"

he hesitantly nodded, aware to the fact that she'd just returned back to their home and needed to put away her newly purchased belongings. he listened to the sounds of her steps slowly fading off in the direction of her bedroom.

three minutes..

six minutes..

eight minutes..

iwaizumi was getting impatint as time passed by, causing him to get up from his seat on the sofa. he walked down the hallway and into y/ n's room, seeing the door slightly cracked open. he knocked a couple times, slightly pushing the door open when he heard y/n's hum of approval.

expecting to see her just putting away her purchases, she was instead trying them on. he'd have no problem with that if it weren't for the fact that the purchased items were lingerie sets.

"I'll stop by tomorrow" she said, catching iwaizumi's attention. she had her phone held to her ear, holding a conversation with what seemed to be a close friend of hers. y/n turned around, glancing up at iwaizumi to see what it was that he wanted. she noticed his flustered expression, before informing the person that she would talk to them another time, eventually ending the shared call.

"what do you think? i was just about to call you since i wanted your opinion on it" she smiled tossing her phone onto her bed. "who was that?" he questioned, noticing how y/n fumbled with the laced fabric of her top. "kuroo. why?" he reached for y/n's wrist, pulling her figure closer to himself before speaking.

"i told you i wanted to talk to you about something" he reminded her of his words, noticing the apologetic look that unknowingly formed on y/n's once calmed expression. "oh my gosh. i fucking forgot, i'm sorry. what was it that you needed?"

he sighed, eyes leaving her own gaze before actually taking in their current state. their lips were practically in reach of the others, the only thing covering y/n being the sheer fabric of laced detailed lingerie. "you don't feel guilty of wearing something like that while on the phone with a friend?"

she smiled shaking her head before moving away from his figure to take a seat on the edge of her bed. "at least i wasn't naked" she mumbled before laying on her back. iwaizumi couldn't help but admire her figure. she looked so vulnerable at the moment. he sensed y/n's own gaze before lazily looking up to catch it.

"are you jealous?" she questions, staring up at the ceiling to voice her words properly, trying not to get caught up in his peering gaze. "there's nothing to be jealous about. i've done the same thing with you too. except, i wasn't wearing this" y/n said, indirectly poking a tease at him.

"then what were you wearing?" he questioned through a stillness toned voice.

she made eye contact with him, smirking before seeing his eyes widening as she focused back onto the detail of the ceiling. iwaizumi walked up closer to y/n before placing a cold palm onto her abdomen. feeling her tense at the unwelcoming touch of low temperature.

he propped himself up by placing a knee in-between y/n's slightly parted thighs, hovering directly over her body, making it harder to avoid his gaze. "why don't you try wearing something else..?"

"like what?"

"they're purple and can cover practically everything on you"

he leaned down, closer to y/n, pressing a kiss onto her lips before slowly trailing down her jaw and to her neck. a breathy sigh escaped from her mouth when she felt felt the warmth of his tongue lap at a sensitive spot that only he knew of.

iwaizumi knew that it was an area that only he knew would drive y/n crazy, making him only use it to his advantage even more. "wanna give kuroo a call back? i'm sure you two weren't done talking"

she shook her head letting out a small whine of a drawn out "no". iwaizumi was satisfied at the prominent bruise that now resided on her neck before admiring the rest of her exposed body, slowly mimicking the same process in what seemed to be like a specified shape.

he smiled taking a glance up at y/n to admire her panting expression, evidence from his abusing pleasure to her chest. he hummed against her skin, feeling her hand thread through his hair when small nibbles were felt against her breast.

iwaizumi moved down lower, slightly letting out a groan when y/n tugged on his hair. she noticed his movements were more controlled and somehow pinpointed in a special patten on her abdomen. he placed a couple small pecks to her abdomen and neck, not missing the chance to pinch at her skin between his teeth.

a whine fell from her lips before he finally leaned back a bit admiring y/n. "what's that smile for?" she questioned though a pant, eye's growing in suspicion before she glanced down at her chest and abdomen.

I.H

he'd specifically marked hickeys in the shape of his initials. iwaizumi reached for y/n's phone before taking a picture of his so called 'masterpiece! "can i?" he questioned, an innocent smile on his lips when y/n rolled her eyes, already knowing what he was asking permission for. she nodded before hearing a familiar sound.

>> sent to tetsuro

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fromallie · 10 months

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tsukishima also gets insecure ✧˖*°࿐

contains: angst but there's a happy ending so its okay

notes: i wanna apologise for not posting in almost a month, time is going by a lot faster then i've realised and i've just been doing nothing all day, most days. i'll try to upload more if i can, enjoy this fic though!

tsukishima is used to being alone, having always kept an emotional distance from everyone to ensure his safety, never leaving himself vulnerable to the attacks of others. he was fine being self-sufficient until you entered his life, you with your rainbows and sunshine brightening up his gloomy disposition and breaking down the walls he had kept up for so long.

you were the first to confess, in fact, most of the first moves and steps in the relationship were taken by you. the first conversation, the first date and the first kiss were all initiated by you. even with the distance he at first tried to keep, you pushed passed and became even closer with him. you saw that he had trouble with expressing how he felt but still you took the time to understand him and for that he was truly grateful.

being with you was nice, it felt good to let his walls down and let himself be vulnerable with you. at first it felt weird, he wasn't used to wanting to spend time with someone as much as he wanted to with you. there was never a single moment with you that felt dull and unlike with others, conversation was never a dreadful effort and flowed naturally.

when you first started dating, he had always felt a weighing feeling that he didn't deserve you, and instead of communicating his insecurities he would cover them with teases and faux overconfidence that hid his doubts that were starting to drown him. he loved having you around, he felt like a different person when he was with you and if he had a choice he would spend the rest of his life with you.

he felt like he was being selfish and at first he was okay with that, but his conscious kept telling him how much more you deserved, how much you deserved that he couldn't provide. you deserved someone who could make a move, someone who would openly show you affection, someone who didn't have such childish problems like having trouble expressing their emotions.

he finally made up his mind when he saw you talking to a guy from your class that was friendly, outgoing and had a very obvious crush on you. you deserved someone more like him, so even if it meant hurting himself, he figured if he could direct you towards a more promising future it was worth it.

this was when he started getting distant, putting back up those walls you so effortlessly broke down and pushed you away hoping it would bring you to the realisation that you deserved more then him. it took you a while to figure out that he wasn't busy, but that he in fact was avoiding you. you began to worry, it had only been a short while since you started dating, had he already started to get bored of you?

maybe he realised that you were annoying or ugly, maybe he never even liked you and only dated you because he felt like he was obligated to. negative thoughts ran through your brain but you composed yourself and realised, there's no way of knowing until you ask! so you got up and walked to his apartment and knocked on his door.

knock knock knock. he opened the door and his eyes widened slightly not expecting your arrival, "i didn't know you were coming over, come in." he opened the door for you and you looked around the apartment realising it had been a while since you last visited.

the two of you sat down across from each other on his couch, you fiddled with you fingers whilst he avoided any eye contact with you, "tsuki, have you been avoiding me?" there was a moment of silence before he spoke up, "i have been, yes."

your worries seem to spur and your usual cheery attitude quickly vanished as negative thoughts took over and you felt like you wanted, no needed to cry, "why?"

"i think we should break up." you felt your eyes start to water and you questioned if you had heard him correctly, "you're joking right? it's not funny to say things like that tsuki." tsukishima had never been the jokative type, but for once you begged this was all some cruel prank.

"i'm sorry y/n" the tears started to come out uncontrollably as it started to settle in that he was being serious, "why? do you not like me anymore?"

it hurt him to see you cry, but you would get over it soon enough. "i don't deserve you y/n, you could do so much better."

you looked at him in disbelief as you resisted the urge to hit him, but you gave in and held him close as you hit his chest with your fists. "were you seriously going to break up with me for something as stupid as that? you're such an idiot tsuki."

he let you cry and hit his chest as waited for you to stop, "y/n, stop."

"you deserve to be hit for being such an idiot, do you think you get to make those kinds of decisions on your own? i get decided what is and isn't good enough for me. i can't believe you would even consider breaking up with me for something as stupid as that, i thought you were meant to be smart tsuki."

tsukishima had never been called stupid before and your reaction was unexpected, so he was feeling a mix of surprised and confused.

"we're not breaking up, i love you and you're more than enough for me so you better not ever say anything as stupid as that again."

he sighed as he held you tight in his arms and let you sniff and cry onto his chest, later when the two of you had calmed down, you would discuss this matter further.

after this small hiccup in your relationship, tsukishima had come to the conclusion that not only was he being insecure but also that he was terrible with communication. but that was okay as from now on he would try to voice out his concerns and you would be there to reassure and hit the negative thoughts out of him.

the two of you were going to be okay, and he smiled knowing you would still love him after he indeed was acting very stupid.

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