#just pick a sentence and then go with it like i cant help u im so sorry dude i did not throw u a life jacket or nothing im so sorry

[heartelysia]

hello ! im not sure if u take requests but if u do, pls do a choso x f reader where he breeds them... n makes them a mommy.. :3 choso brainrot im sorry 😭

this is super similar to a fic im getting ready to publish so im going to turn this into a thirst! if u dont mind .. °=° UGHHH I LOVE CHOSO!!

cw ; cum-stuffing, breeding, creampie, body praise/praise

choso is the type of partner to be so fucking whiny in bed, his cheeks dusted with a rosy pink as he sloppily slams his pelvis against yours in a desperate attempt at smacking your sensitive g-spot.

choso who ruts his hips into yours uncontrollably, whiny moans escaping his lips mixed with his soft praises, "g-god.. fuck! you're... youre so pretty baby.. god you're so fucking gorgeous", he slurs out, drunkenly thrusting into your sloppy cunt.

hes so pussy drunk his hands randomly wander all over your body, digging his blunt fingertips into whatever curves he finds whilst hammering his hips into yours. everything blurs together in the heat of the moment, the sloppy sounds of your sweet cunny hungrily swallowing his cock makes his mushroom tip throb against your g-spot. "so- so happy to be with y-you! 'm so luck.. lucky!"

choso pulls out almost entirely before slamming back in, hitting your bruising cervix with every stroke. each time he bottomed out, he felt your walls deliciously rippling around him, sending electric shocks straight to his veiny cock. his pace quickened, his breath coming in ragged gasps as his words come out in broken sentences. "i... i love yo- you...! shit- shit, go- god why are y.. you so ah.. perfect?," he growled, pulling out and pushing back in harder.

hes breathless each time his cock rips another whiny moan from your drooling lips. his hands hopelessly stuttering in its wake of dragging your soft flesh into calloused palms. choso's eyes are blown wide as they seem to only fixate onto your pretty face covered in a thin layer of sweat whilst his pupils catch a glimpse of your bouncing tits teasing him.

his hair loosely fell from his buns, framing his vision to only stare down at you - his beloved. a low, almost animalistic groan rumbles in his throat as his movements became faster and harder, his hips snapping against yours in tight rhythm. his fingers dig into your plush thighs, massaging them as he drove deeper into you as if he was lost in a deep trance.

god, choso thinks he hit the jackpot with you. sometimes he cant help but get nervous around you, you were just so perfect for him and possibly better in his mind, words just come out like vomit. "p-please- please baby.. please- please let me breed your pretty ah! p-pussy! w-wanna cum inside...!", choso pleads, uncontrollably rutting his throbbing cock till it smudges your cervix.

your hands immediately grasp onto the sheets behind your head, knuckles turning white as your body still registers the deliciously painful thrust of your partner grazing your cervix. a guttural groan escapes chosos lips when he feels your thighs tense up, his eyes desperately searched your glazed over pupils for any sort of conformation. whiny so prettily when your only response was a broken moan.

the sound of your moans filled the room, echoing off the walls. they were music to his ears, fuel to his fire. he picked up the pace, slamming into you rougher, faster, his cock carving its shape inside of you.

his hand releases its bruising grip on your soft hips, a cool burning sensation was left behind as his hand stumbles over to your breast, massaging and pinching your hard nipple between his calloused fingertips. "please... please b-baby! ngh- fuck! let me c-cum in you... b-beggin' to knock you up..!", he pleaded, angling his hips a little differently so his angry mushroom tip constantly grazes your sensitive cervix.

he loved the way you arched your back and cried out in pleasure when he did that. it turned him on even more, knowing he could make you feel this way. chosos eyes glimmer in delight when a high-pitched 'yes' made it past your drooling mouth. something in his brain clicked when your head did the weakest nod known to man.

choso grabbed your leg, lifting it up and hooking it over his broad shoulder, giving him better access to your weeping pussy. he plunged into you again and again, hitting your g-spot ruthlessly. you moaned and cried out in ecstasy, body shuddering and trembling underneath him.

"y- g'nna cum prett- pretty girl?", he bites back a moan when your sweet cunt ripples around his cock, "cmon.. shit- cum for me princess...", choso mumbles, reaching down to lightly press his thumb onto your nub. perhaps that was all you need.

the simple action of his calloused fingertip pressing up against your clit instead of his pelvis teasing it made the unbearable coil in your stomach to snap almost instantly. tears flow freely down your cheeks as your entire body freezes up, choso groans at the sight, the happiest smile on his lips.

and then, he felt it - the familiar rush of release coursing through his veins. even for himself, it was rather embarrassing at the broken moan he let out as his hips stuttered violently against your hole. your partner emptied himself into you, his hot, sticky cum filled you up, coating your insides with him.

for a moment, you both just rested there, hearts racing in unison. even in the afterglow, choso doesnt pull out, his cock still hard despite having just cum inside you. he smiled down at you, seeing the fucked-out expression on your face.

"mmm.. gonna plug you up so you will be carrying a miniature us around."

#jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #choso smut #choso x reader #choso kamo #jjk thirsts #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

[percyluvr]

hello!! you're fics r amazing and i wanted to request some hc or a drabble, you choose, about fem!reading being the head counselor of hermes cabin and totally being his fem version. thank u so much if u do 🫶🏻🫶🏻

percy jackson x hermes cabin counselor!reader summary: hcs abt percy with hermes counselor reader basically being him but as a girl

first, i think u two would be inseparable

like im talking sitting at each others tables during meals, training together all the time, sneaking off to go make out in his cabin when u really should be leading camp activities, sleeping in each other's cabins, etc etc

im just thinking of the iconic percabeth underwater kiss with u guys

with him using his powers to make sure u can breathe while u kiss, and teeth clashing together making u guys just giggle ur little hearts out

when u two go back to nyc for the school year u would live with him, sally, and paul and they would treat u like their own kid

they see how much percy likes you and how similar you two are and they cant help but think of u as one of their own

hanging out in nyc together, he teaches u how to skateboard bc he DEFINITELY knows how to

adding onto that, he would definitely teach u how to surf if u didnt know how

just thinking about if u also have the same music taste, u two dancing around the kitchen to ur favorite songs

making brownies together for estelle's school bake sales in the future!!! my heart omfg

back to camp, i think everyone would be worried if they ever saw u two not together

like im talking celebrity break up gossip page type all up in ur business

but then they see one of you sneaking out of the same place the other one just walked out of and they realize that u two were just trying to be sneaky???

but why

bc really u two have never been sneaky in ur entire lives

if either of u got picked to lead a quest, u would immediately pick the other as the first person to come with on ur quest bc u literally cannot live without each other

FINISHING EACH OTHERS JOKES

or just sentences in general

literally couple goals

like, if someone is talking to both of u, sometimes you'll make the same joke at the exact same time and laugh ur asses off and the other person will just like. stand there staring until they eventually just walk away bc u two wont stop laughing

like i just think u two are on the same wavelength all the time

if one of u forgets to do something, u dont even have to worry bc the other already did it for u

i saw somewhere that leo could probably tweak phones so the demigods can use them, and u two would both go to him to get phones so u could make each other ur lockscreen and background

i think the two of u would send each other the DUMBEST tiktoks or instagram reels

or like u would send it and then realize that the other already sent it or liked it

the two of u would definitely do tiktok trends

dancing together

u would DEFINITELY do the peeling the orange trend

and he would just peel the orange. no questions asked

like u wouldnt even have to ask him

he'd just see u with the orange be like "here baby give me that, i'll peel it for you"

SCREAMING HES SO BF

matching tiktok pfps for SURE

or matching bios !!!!!

u two definitely went to see the barbie movie together

i have no doubts

whenever he gets pranked by connor or travis, u immediately send them to laundry duty

but they still say its worth it because one time when u were sleeping in percy's room, they poured water on the two of u and both of u chased them around camp until u realized that percy had no shirt, and u had no pants

u werent THAT embarrassed bc like. everyone already knows anyway

but the stolls thought it was SO funny and they made it their mission to prank both of u again

when u two go on cabin inspections, even if u arent doing it together, u always give each other's cabin a 10 even tho u both know that neither of ur cabins deserve it ....

the two of u definitely sneak out of ur cabins at night when u arent together and sit down by the river, just to be met with the other sitting there with the exact same thought as u

and u end up going back to his cabin to sleep

u guys have definitely gotten yelled at by mr d and chiron

but u kept doing it

so they just gave up

but anyways, u guys r literally the it couple at camp

like, all the couples wanna be like u guys

ur just such a perfect fit & u love each other so much and u cant help but show it

a/n: this was my first time doing hcs and i think i kinda got a bit carried away... but anyways i hope u like it !! also, i love writing and im so happy that u like mine, it means so much to me <3

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #pjo #pjo series #percy jackson fic #pjo x reader #pjo x you #percy jackson #percy jackson imagine #book percy jackson

[ivanzplaid]

okay a bit of an odd request but my way of flirting is oddly threatening like “i want to hallow out your chest and live in your rib cage :((“ to me it’s endearing 🙏 and i totally want to see slasher hc on how they’d react !! idc what slashers you use and you can be as silly as u want !! i think it’d be funny with Stu though ^^

hi!! dont sorry about odd requests, i love seeing everybodies ideas, and i love this!! im also so excited about me choosing the slashers so ill pick a variety🫶

slashers will includdeee; Baby Firefly, Otis Driftwood, RZ Michael Myers, Billy Lenz, Stu Matcher

Slashers x Gn! Reader | Odd Flirting

Warnings: Language, Fluff, mentions of murder

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Baby Firefly

oh she thinks its hilarious

you share a twisted sense of love? shes giggling at every sentence and comment you say, a hand hovering over her mouth to try to calm herself

she never thought if flirting like that before, but now that shes heard it shes as into it as you are

"You're too clever sweetheart! I woulda never thought of it like that, hm <3"

it started when you were helping her eith makeup for a show, she was bedazzled with a beautiful dress and a gorgeous amount of makeup over her already pretty face

you put on her lipstick and mindlessly let it slip, and before you know it shes smiling confused, asking uou to repeat what you said

she sees you laugh nervously before repeating it, and all she does is think about it before smiling, kissing your cheek to leave a red lipstick print, and then wants to come up with her own

she always likes to hear them, because not only is it sentimental and intimate to her, she loves to have somebody who acts or thinks a little like her, so maybe the more twisted / odder the flirting, she feels secure and that she understands you

will pout when she cant think of any, itll come with time

she wants to say some to you to see how you react, ahe loves i serving you when it happens and laughing, then hugging you

she claims her inspiration came from "her smart little doll"

a kiss after every comment is complimentary of course

"Aren't you just the cutest, I always learn the most with you!"

//

Otis Driftwood

"Fuck did you just say to me Darlin?"

takes the compliment very differently than baby, he thinks of it more of the gruesome manner than the romantic aspect, you may have to explain it to him

even after that he thinks its hilarious, did you come up with that yourself? fuckin genius

he says them back witty, but he loves to tease you about it, making them in snarky tones and drawn out phrases

he thinks of them a lot in his free time, analyzing them deeper than anybody else would think of it, because while he agrees theres a closeness to it, he wants to know why

will write down every one you say, for multiple reasons

your compliments give him ideas on his art, specifically the human-genre work of his, but when he thinks of you while carving and cutting hes never been more at peace

asks you about them at night so he can laugh while youre dozing off in his chest

most likely began when you two were awake late in the night because you couldnt sleep, and some rare sweet talk was going on before you said it

"Jesus honey, say that again?"

hes always amused when you speak, he treasures every sentence

"Sugar I need you to repeat that one, I didn't quite catch that,"

--

"Y'know, I thought that was what came out of that damn witty mouth of yours!"

//

RZ Michael Myers

he doesnt quite get it, but since he doesnt recieve compliments a lot, he doesnt think too much of it

he thinks of it along side his favor of killing, so in a way he can see the gorier side of it, and since he doesnt see anything wrong with that, he doesnt mind your flirting

he imagines what you said as hes on one of his sprees, he thinks your mind is excellent because hes never had as much fun without your ideas like that

he probably tries to think about the deeper meaning behind it, reflecting it in his art, and giving it to you to show his form of endearment

hes not really capable of reproducing flirtation it to you, since be doesnt have a good idea of it, but he has his own ways of loving you back

he'll tap you with his knife to get your attention when these start up, maybe tapping your heart lightly with the tip of it when you turn to look at him

will 100% hold you so youll stay in place, its his version if quality time, he grasps your side firmly and stares in silence, he thinks its endearing

guides you by the shoulders to take you somewhere

he has no opinion on your comments, but they do affect how he shows affection in some ways <3

//

Billy Lenz

possibly in the top 3 for king of twisted flirtatious comments, you went to the right man

he is EXCITED when you say it, hes definitely thought of flirting like that but has never been able to put it into words

"Billy likes this! Billy's pretty piggy is smart <3"

he will now use this 24/7, its his thing now, he thinks of comments youve never thought of before

whenever he sees and greets you, or wishes you goodnight, its always a "Billy wishes he could live in his special piggy," or "Heartbeats make Billy jealous, he should be there" he thinks its so intimate and smart

competitions come up with who can come up with more, its his favorite activity, he loves to test and play with you

new things to the relationship make him so happy, so this is oerfect

whenever you say these things to him, its like his hyperactivity shoots up

your sincerity is near and dear to his heart, he craves it now, he loves when you supply it

overall this only closens the relationship and makes him feel more comfortable, you inspire him and hes overjoyed, this is his pride and joy

"Billy loves his smart piggy!!"

//

Stu Matcher

normally he'd be the king of saying the most outrageous shit possible, he loves to catch people off guard and make you have to pause before you say anything

so when you say say something about how you wanna live in his ribcage, bro looks at you for a good minute with this face: 😲

"well you won that game babe, what did you say???"

he laughs hysterically while being confused, because you just outwitted him

"woahhh.. totally a creepy vibe, i love that!"

he likes to mess with billy and everybody else about it, crediting you as the 'founder' of it while shaking you by your shoulders

he likes to write down new ideas and recite them back to you, having eachother rate the newest ones you think of

if were being real, he probably takes some ideas from his killing onto these so they can be more intimate, hes a creative man who sees opportunity in every corner

because its in the gag-business, he deep dives and makes a fake analysis of 'what makes these compliments better than the rest' and presents it to you

everytime you say another one he does have to pause to think about it, hes a goofy little guy but these comments are more complicated so give the fella some time to realize what you said

#billy lenz #black christmas #black christmas 1974 #billy lenz x you #billy lenz x reader #otis driftwood x you #otis driftwood x reader #otis driftwood #house of 1000 corpses #baby firefly x reader #baby firefly x you #baby firefly #rz michael myers #michael myers #michael myers x reader #slasher #slashers #slasher x reader #stu matcher #stu matcher x you #scream #scream 1996 #stu matcher x reader #scream franchise #halloween #halloween 1978

[all444miles]

Hiii, I just saw that you were doing requests so I was wondering if you could do e-42 miles with black readers hair? Like helping her pick out different braiding and natural styles, maybe some wash day headcanons as well?

— TOUCH MY HAIR

— pairing: e-42 miles x fem!black!reader — genre: fluff — summary: just miles loving you and your hair ‹3 — a/n: tyyyy for this req, i am squealing rn + i alr had this idea in my prompt list but u gave me a reason to start it !! ‹3 my hcs always got miles saying sum outta pocket then the reader calls him out then he goes “my fault”, its a lil funny motif ima keep on adding 😭 also the n word is used a bit in this, js sayin!! enjoy ♡ ᖭི(ˊᗜˋ*)ᖫྀ

we all know n we've established this, miles is more than happy to pay for ur shit, esp if its your hair.

he wouldn't think twice before sending you the money for you to get your hair done. he wont listen or care if you say no, either.

"miles, bae, why u sendin me 200?" "what else? so you can get your hair done, mami." "baby, you know damn well that's too much." "buy yourself some other stuff too, if you wanna, but that money yours now, i ain't takin it back." "you.. you do too much." "mhm, make sure to show me a pic of when you get it done, you heard?"

he's always your hype man, for sure.

i got a feeling he a major fan of faux locs or boho/godess braids, so if you got that on? he'll fold.

"dayum ma, that shit looks good." "i cant even lie, Aaliyah did real good on this. she sure was tryna make me go broke though.." "worth every cent, cuz you look fine as hell with them faux locs." "miles." "im just saying, mami, your hair, like.. lord have mercy." "miles!" "my fault, i ain't lying though."

when your hair’s all natural, he loves to watching you style your hair for school, events, etc.

one time you let him style your hair, and you couldn’t even lie, it actually looked pretty good.

“these edges.. how do y'all do this shit every day?” “miles, baby, it ain’t that hard. look, lemme show you.”

you had to show him a quick tiktok tut on how to do edges, took him 2 videos before he got it 😭

“see that? like a c shape, and swoop it.” “..like this?” “yeah! you gotta do that like, 4 more times though.” “ay, dios mio. (oh my God). Mama, i ain’t doing allat.”

and wash day? his absolute favorite.

(short drabble ahead!)

Good Days by SZA played from Miles' speaker, blasting in the background, the gentle splashes of the warm water from the shower onto your curls.

You relaxed, your head leaning back further into the bathtub, your lover grabbing your scalp massager and rubbing it into your scalp carefully, shampoo mixed in, the rest of your products on the end corner of your bathtub.

"Ma, you know you really needed this wash. Your hair was tangled as shit, like a lion or sum.” he says, laughing halfway through his sentence. You scoff at him jokingly, "Miles, when you have hair as long and thick as mine, you can violate my hair."

Miles protested, adding the conditioner to your hair, setting your scalp massager aside. "Baby, my hair is basically almost as long as yours."

"Yeah, almost." you spoke, putting your fingers up to his face in pinching motion, the gems on your acrylics just an inch close to touching his nose, a grin on your face. He backed up, pushing your hands out of his face, continuing your wash routine. "Princesa, lemme finish washing yo hair without your hands all up in my face."

About 3 and a half hours later, your hair was washed and in overnight twists with your bonnet on. You laid with Miles in your bed, legs on top of each others, tired.

"Y'know, you actually good at dealin' wit my hair." you spoke, giving Miles a kiss on his forehead. “When you got a mama like mine, you pretty much have to.” Miles chuckled, shaking his head. “You should let me do it more often.” You smiled in response.

He buried his head into the crook of your neck, slowly dozing off by the way you'd play with the silk of his durag. "I love you Miles."

He mumbled words once again into your neck, half asleep, but you knew what he said.

"I love you more, mi vida."

© all444miles 2023. do not plagerize, copy, or repost my work in any way shape or form, without my permission.

likes, reblogs, comments and asks are always appreciated !

#— 🍧: 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐏 ! #the drabble is so half assed #sorry!! #miles morales #earth 42 miles morales #prowler miles #atsv #spiderman #atsv miles #earth 42 miles #miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #black!fem!reader #x black reader #miles morales imagine #miles morales x you #miles morales imagines #miles g #earth 42 miles x reader #miles morales drabble #miles morales earth 42 x reader #miles morales fluff #earth 42!miles #prev tags!! #e!42 miles morales #e!42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles x you #earth 42 miles x black reader

[st4rc4t]

hasan piker x weed smoking reader hcs

disclaimer! i do not condone underage marijuana usage!! this is just something silly for ppl who do/have smoked weed before. if ur under 21 in the united states don’t do it !!!

cw: marijuana usage, friends to lovers sorta idk the situation is weird, autistic coded reader ? it kinda just happens, semi pining, gn!reader

wc: 1.1k+

a/n: just me and my 3 weed smoking gfs

most of his friends in the youtube/twitch scene also smoke weed so he doesn’t really care

he smokes occasionally but only at night to help wind down a little bit

he doesnt mind the smell but he really hates when his clothes and hair smell like it

so when he’s around you make sure you’re either outside or blowing it out of a window

you never smoke inside his house

he didn’t ask you not to, you just assumed he wouldn’t like it

he doesnt and it makes him blush a little at ur consideration

whenever you get high and he doesn’t, he never says “omg ur so high” while ur trying to talk

cus like . yeah obviously that was the point ! and its not like ur completely different while high, just a little floatier and it takes you a minute to get thru ur sentences

but you talk about pretty much the same stuff and he loves talking to you

and u laugh a lot he likes that too

dont tell anyone tho

you looove getting high with him its such a special treat

ull be gathering ur paraphernalia to take out on the patio and he wanders out of his stream room looking like the sad hamster

he sees you getting ready, getting a bottle of juice and such and asks if he can join u

gasp of course he can !!!!!

asking how fucked up he wants to get so you know the best method of smoke delivery

he wants to sleep Good tonight so indica in the bong it is !

he’s nervous ab the bong so u bring out a bowl too incase he gets cold feet

he watches you get comfy in your seat outside, a comfortable warmth from the california setting sun

arranging everything ready on the table

“you look like a tweaker”

“im gonna make you a tweaker if ur not careful”

he laughs but he keeps watching you carefully pick out a healthy portion from the large bud you have, pushing it into the prongs of your grinder and twisting the two pieces against each other

he watches you pour the contents of a reusable water bottle into the large glass piece, eyeing the level of water

he watches you stop and put it to your lips, taking a pretend hit and making sure the water level is good

he watches you carefully pack the ground up flower into both bowl pieces, using your fingers to pat it level and dusting the excess back into the grinder with each one

you notice him staring but dont say anything until you’re already done

you make him an offering, bong and bowl in each respective hand. eyebrows raised as if to say, “which are we feeling?” but when he continues staring at the contents of your hands, you actually speak.

“dude are you already high, whats going on?” you laugh cautiously, genuinely a little worried but keeping it light hearted. he seems to snap out of it at your voice.

his eyes dart around for a second as he reenters his surroundings, chuckling when your word’s finally register, “no, yeah- sorry… really long day today,” his words fizzle out as he goes along. you cant help but feel bad, you dont know how he deals with streaming sometimes. you also feel weird about giving him a mind altering substance while he already seems spaced out.

setting the pieces down safely on the table, you look at him seriously before speaking, “are you sure you wanna do this? you’re kinda out of it,” you’re hard trying not to sound condescending, but you doubt he can read your tone that well right now anyway.

he smiles the most minuscule amount and looks away, but you see it. “yeah, im sure,” he sighs out gently before continuing, “i need to empty my brain,” he finishes by looking back to you with already tired eyes. you nod in understanding, relishing in knowing exactly how to fix his problem.

picking up the little glass bowl and a lighter, you hand both to him. they instantly look tiny in his hand and you’re not sure how he’s gonna actually do this. after realising you gave him green hit, you remind him to take a small hit. he just rolls his eyes sarcastically and scoffs, like of course he would, but you both know he would’ve blown a lung.

you watch him fumble with the glass, trying to get a good grip that covers the carb and wont burn his hand when he lights it

he eventually gets it and takes a little corner hit

a bit bigger than he was expecting tho so he does that thing where u cough the smoke out

just awful btw

u give him some water hes fine but boy does he love to complain

u just laugh at him and take ur own hit

breathing in deep, holding it for a second, and letting it go watching it escape into the open air

when he sees other people smoke it usually feels more rushed and energetic, like they were trying to ingest as much thc in as little time as possible

but you take your time. gathering everything and getting comfortable, settling into the ritual of the action. you take your time and let yourself feel it, you take your time and make sure he’s fully prepared before offering him anything

oh no he likes you !

he does end up hitting the bong but like the smallest baby hit so it doesn’t even count

he is sooo silly when hes high loves to laugh

he will def devolve into political rants if you let him, but you’re pretty good at making him laugh and redirecting him when hes like this

bc he smoked an indica this time his eyes are even more droopy than they were before and you can tell he’s getting tired

you clean up and follow him back inside amd he goes completely baby mode at the sight of kaya sleeping on the couch

petting her and pressing his face into her fur, going on and on about how soft she is

you laugh and sit on the other end of the big sectional covered in pillows and blankets

when hes done melting into kaya he sits down next to u with his arm around the back of the couch

real smooth .

it works 1000%

watching smth stupid like family guy (genuinely my fave show while high i will not elaborate)

chilling until he decides to go to bed at like 8:30

he convinces u to sleep on the couch bc ur both too high to drive and he would freak out at the thought of u in an uber rn

okay i have to be done i basically wrote a oneshot in the middle bye bye

#hasabi posting #hasanabi #hasanabi x reader #hasan piker x reader #hasan piker #my writing

[hoes4lino]

❧ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧 ☙

WARNING ⊂✦⊃ This story contains nsfw content and mentions of insomnia + fainting; minors please don’t interact, please beware of what you consume online

Genre: Enemies to lovers ! College Au !

Word count: 2.5k

𝙎ummary: Park Nabi is a freshman at Seoul National University, she discovered her year was already fucked up when she found out the dorm next to hers belonged to the only one Lee Minho, the typical sophomore fuck boy girls drool over.

“Jennie Im telling you I cant stand living here anymore, I can barely sleep when this guy is busy sending girls over the moon at night.”

Jennie laughed as she stopped scribbling on her notebook and placed her focus towards a very sleepy Nabi.

“That’s what you get for refusing being my roommate” Jennie said as a chuckle left her lips, “look is not that I didn’t want to be your roommate, is just that you are allergic to cats and you know Im not leaving my baby far away from me” Nabi said as she teasingly nudge Jennie.

“Welp, whatever reason it was I hope you enjoy your dreamy neighbor” she laughed, “Jennie istg that if you don’t shut u-” she couldn’t finish her sentence when she was abruptly interrupted by a bag being placed on her desk.

“Yah, move this is my desk” the brunette boy said in a cold tone, “pffft excuse you? I don’t see you name written on this desk” she spat back, a smirk growing on his face “hmmm I don’t see it either but this fine girl sitting next to you has it written all over her face” Nabi turned her face to look at Jennie in horror, “psst Jennie last night was fun” he winked at her as he guided his eyes back at her “I will let you keep the sit for this time” he laughed picking his backpack and moving to another sit.

“N-Nabi hun I CAN EXPLAIN” she grabbed Nabis hands as tears rolled down Nabi’s cheeks “so you were the girl screaming his name last night…” she started sobbing “GIRL YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW TRAUMATIZING IS KNOWING THAT YOUR BEST FRIEND GOT FUCKED NONSENSE LAST NIGHT” Jennie laughed at the dramatic scene and patted her back.

“In case you are curious he is a 10/10 in bed, but the chemistry was missing, you should try it out” Jennie said teasing as she hugged Nabi “nah mrs girl get out, Im leaving” Nabi said as she stood up and left her bio chem class without saying a word.

༻𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 ༺

It was around 4:30pm the school was now close and all students left to go into their dorms, Nabi was on her way to her dorm but before leaving the campus she decided to stop by her locker and leave some unnecessary books. The day was gloomy, dark long hallways filled with nothing but silence, making it feel unreal, Nabi couldn’t help it but get chills at the spooky vibe that surrounded her, anxiety and frustration taking over her as she tried to put her books in her locker. As she tried exiting the campus her sight slowly started to blur making her dizzy, feeling like she was levitating, she slowly started losing control over her body when suddenly everything turned black.

A bright light welcomed her eyes as she slowly started to open them again, she layed on a sofa as she blankly started into the ceiling, processing the information of what happened, last thing she remembered was the dark school hallways, As she regained consciousness, she sat on the couch and looked at her surroundings, confused by the house furniture she swears she has never seen before.

“Oh seems like you woke up” the boy gets out of the bathroom with a towel covering only his bottom part leaving his tone chest exposed, as the boy was busy drying his hair she couldn’t help but stare at his face, full with water drops falling down, his plump pink lips, dark cat like eyes, brunette messy hair, tan skin and perfect chest, he was indeed dreamy like Jennie said, he walked towards her with a cold gaze “here, drink this” he handed her two pills that seem to be for headaches “I found you on the floor near the school gym, you lucky I found you or else you might as well been dead rn” he joked as he teasingly patted her head.

“Yahh don’t touch me” she squirmed, he couldn’t help it but chuckle “Damn I offer you my help and this is how you treat me? It’s enough with my cats giving me this tupe of treatment” he sighed dramatically, obviously trying to make an scene to make her feel guilty, “anyways, honey you gotta go, its boys night and I don’t want my friends to see you in such vulnerable state” he got closer to her face, eyes making eye contact as he swiped her hair behind her ear “you are really pretty” he said as he slowly blinked and gave a warm smile.

“Pffft I bet Im the 5th girl you said that today” she laughed “hmmm not that I remember, I rarely call a girl pretty” he said in a defensive tone “Minho” she said making him taken aback, he was feeling fluttered? as soon as he heard his name coming out of Nabi’s mouth he felt something he never felt before… but why? she was just calling his name, is it because she avoids saying his name and calls him nicknames like jerk or brunette boy? “I might not know you that much but we are neighbors, I hear EVERYTHING you do to those poor girls” she continued after a sighed left her mouth “please keep it down, Im trying to sleep next door” she rolled her eyes as she broke the eye contact and stood up from the couch.

Minho’s smile turned into a smirk as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to the sofa, this time making her sit on his lap “I- Mi-Minho I dont know what you are trying to do, but let me assure you it won’t work” she said trying to seem unfazed, whatever Minho was doing was definitely working, Nabi could feel he heart beating so fast that it seemed it was about to explote, her breathe became unstable as her cheeks turned bright pink “I won’t let you go until you say thank you” he said as he wrapped his arms on her waist and snuggled his face on her neck, making her feel his hot breathe all over her body.

Now in this situation Nabi had two options say thank you and leave for good or scream for help, Nabi was going to choose the second option, not because she wasn’t grateful with him but as a revenge for not letting her sleep, like think about it, the rumors saying that a freshman rejected the hottest boy in the whole campus, that would def hurt his ego and sounded like music to Nabi’s ears. The moment she was preparing herself to scream she was interrupted by Minho “honey if you don’t say it soon you are going to make it hard for me to let go, once I get too attached I don’t let go” he mumbled on her neck making her shiver, she turned around to face the boy, suddenly becoming aware at the position she was in, sitting on the lap of a hot dude who is half naked and has nothing more but a towel covering his lower half.

“Minho…” he raised his head making eye contact with her, “I” she breathed out gathering herself together, letting a sigh out she finally said it “Thank you” she said in a annoyed tone, not caring about sounding sincere after all Minho was not being sincere with her… right? “See princess it wasn’t that hard, but to your bad luck” he got closer to her ear “I already got too attached” he whispered in her ear as he placed a soft kiss on her cheek, he released his grip and let her go, she stood up from his lap, legs trembling as she felt weak “so sad my friends are coming over, if it was for me I would keep you in my room forever” he chuckled as he nudged her, “shut up, Minho, go find another girl, I don’t do one night stands” she scoffed “who said I just wanted one night stand” he tilt his head, face showing nothing more than tease and lust.

“I hate you” she said before grabbing her belongings and moving towards the exit, “before I leave, remember keep it quiet” she said as she closed the door, running to open her door and collapsed of the entrance of her dorm, she managed to get and throw herself in the bed and screamed at her pillow, all the memories from what just happened filling her head making it feel overwhelmed, after a while she noticed Minho’s friends were at his dorm since she could hear the loud noises of angry teenage boys who lost at their games, it was going to be a long night..

༻2 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧༺

Its been already two weeks since Minho took Nabi to his dorm to take care of her while she was unconscious, since then nothing much happened except that Nabi noticed that he stopped bringing girls to his dorm, stopped partying on friday nights and she became his next target or that what she called it, he would pass her papers with lustful messages like:

hey girly! just letting you know I love your skirt, that color suits you ❤️ wonder how it would look like you on that skirt grinding on my thigh as you moan my name. - xoxo Minho 😉

or he would hide her stuff, go to her dorm and use the excuse that he wanted to see the cat then make a scene like a child when she urged him to go, this act’s happened often every since that incident at his dorm.

this only made Nabi’s hate for him grow, he thinks he can use her? then he is thinking wrong, thats what Nabi would always tell Jennie, when she pointed out that the boy had clearly a crush on Nabi.

“You should give him a chance” Jennie blurted out of nowhere “what?” Nabi turned at her confused “you should give Minho a chance, he clearly likes you, like girl stop being blind ever since the incident you told me he stopped seeing other girls and settle on just you” she said frustration covering her face as she tried to make Nabi open her eyes, but all that left Nabi was a laugh “girl you are so dumb, he is just trying to tease me, he knows I won’t give in into have sex with him and so he wants to pursue me into doing it, he must think Im some sort of prize” she said rolling her eyes and turning red in anger “GOSH HOW CAN SOMEONE BE SO ANNOYING” she screamed as she placed her juice on the table “Talking about me I assume” Minho blurted from behind, walking in front of Nabi so he could make his presence more obvious, he bent down in the table as he stare at her eyes, trying to make eye contact which Nabi refused to “what do you want?” She said annoyed “hmm nothing Im just thirsty” he said as he grabbed Nabi’s juice and took a sip from it, his pink lips wrapped around the straw as he gulp some of the juice “YAH THATS MINE” she screamed as she ripped of the juice box from his hand “Oh my- really??? that means we just had an indirect kiss?!?!” he said acting excited “baby you realize this? this is like the first kiss of our relationship” he said as he moved besides her and snuggled his head on her shoulder, Jennies started burst out laughing at the scene in front of her eyes, getting a death stare for Nabi which made her stop “you guys can have fun Im late to my calculus class” Jennie said giving a lame excuse to save herself from getting beat up by Nabi.

It was late night, Nabi couldn’t sleep, her insomnia making the worst of her as she rolled all over her bed trying to find a comfy position to sleep, as she surrendered she sat on the bed and opened insta

Minho0325: what are you doing up so late?

The text send her chills, was he stalking her, how he knows she is awake, she looked around trying to find something but nothing

ParkNabi478: how do you know Im awake? 🤨

Minho0325: I can see your insta status you dummy 🙄

ParkNabi478: oh.. anyways bye

Minho0325: hold on, wanna ft? Im pretty sure you can’t sleep and I want to hear about your day 🫶

The offer went through her mind and as much as she wanted to decline she had to admit she didn’t had anything better to do, after all she couldn’t sleep and she wanted someone to talked to about her day since Jennie left that afternoon to visit her parents during weekend.

ParkNabi478: Fine but no ft, just normal call, my room its pretty dark so you will barely see me, also no. Im not turning my lights on 😒

Minho0325: WAIT- REALLY?! Oml today is my lucky day!!! brb let me call you

She chuckled as she read his text was he really that excited to talk to her late at night? or was this just his act to try and fuck her?.

𝙄𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙮...

𝘼𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝘿𝙚𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚

The moment she accepted the call her heart skipped a beat, overwhelmed as she heard his breathe over the phone

“hey…” she blurted out “so you did answer… I thought you were going to prank me and leave me with the need to hear you” Nabi couldn’t tell but there was definitely some type of tone in his voice that sounded out of place? like he really needed to hear her voice, desperate much she thought as she left a chuckle that filled Minho’s ear like music “I thought about declining but I can’t sleep so why not talk to you, but now that I think about it I prefer to torture myself watching horror videos than talking with your ass, so if you excuse me b-” “NO DONT LEAVE! baby please..” he said in a soft voice almost like begging “pfft what’s going on with you? The only and one sophomore fuck boy Lee Minho begging to a girl?” she laughed as she moved to a comfy position laying down on her bed while hugging her pillow, suddenly she felt this type of comfort during the call with Minho so why not get comfortable “laugh all you want, you are so mean” he said in a dramatic voice but then replace it with a chuckle “so what were you doing?” he said “well nothing, I was just trying to sleep but my insomnia wont let me” Nabi said frustrated as she remembered the reason of how she ended up in call with Minho “well baby Im all ears talk to me until you fall asleep” he said in a comforting tone making her feel safe.

And so they spent the night like this, both talking about life like decent human being without trying to kill each other, everything was going smooth until Minho stopped talking, Nabi assumed he was falling asleep but kept talking, after all she had to vent to someone on how miserable was her sex life “so yeah, that dude had no clue what he was doing and was basically fucking the air… had to fake my orgasm… ahh thats so embarrassing istg” she cried out as she remembered that awful memory “yo you still awake?” She asked him “Nabi..” his voice was husky and deep, he sound almost breathe less “yeah?” “C-can I come over” he said voice turning even more shaky “its kinda late Minho” she said trying to find an excuse “please I wanna see the cat, I miss him” he said trying to sound sad but terrible failed as he voice hitched, Nabi left a sigh and accept to let him in.

As soon as she said yes, he was already knocking the door, as Nabi opened the door she found a brunette boy with messy hair and shaky breathe “damn you ok? looks like you were running or some shit” she joked but was surprised as Minho grabbed her wrist and guided her to her room, all the dorms were the same so he def knew were your room was, he closed the door behind and immediately pulled her into a hug without saying a word, the hug was warm his arms wrapped on her waist as his face was snuggled on her neck, this moment gave her flashbacks of that incident at his place “M-Minho?” he quickly sush her “shh stay like this for a moment please I need to feel you” he said as one of his hands went to her back and slowly started rubbing it up and down, he then released the gripped and corner her between his body and the door, deeply staring into her eyes “Nabi I know Im a jerk and I have probably fucked half the population of this school, but please give me a chance, this is the first time I feel something everytime someone looks at me or says my name, you aren’t something I want for a night, you are something I want forever by my side” he said tears peaking on his eyes as he couldn’t help but sob knowing that the person who he genuinely ever loved probably thinks his disgusting “Min-” she couldn’t even finish her sentence when he smacked her lips on hers and hope she would return the kiss, luckily for him she did.

The kiss started slow full with passion and untold love, all those feelings that have been kept in secret finally breaking free, he guided her to her bed and sat her down on his lap, her legs wrapped against his waist as her arms wrapped her neck deepening the kiss, that kiss that was once innocent and love full became on something more intimate hungrier, their tongues dance with each other as soft moans covered the room, making the necessity to break apart from the kiss to gasp for air.

“Fuck I think Im in love” Minho said as his eyes filled with sparkles, this is the first time Nabi ever saw his eyes alive, she chuckle as she gave him a peck on his nose “you dummy, you didn’t let me say a word” she said in a mocked annoying tone “Im sorry but every since we started that call I couldn’t help but imagine your lips on mine” he then got closer to her ear and whispered “I also imagined your lips wrapped around my-” “OKOK THATS ENOUGH TOO MUCH INFO” she squirmed as she hide her face from embarrassment on his chest, hitting him softly, making him laugh “I guess that will be for another occasion cause rn I just want to cuddle you to death” he said as he leaned back to your bed making himself comfortable “can I stay over?!” he said giving puppy eyes “no.” “PLEASEEE” … “fine” she scoffed as he excitedly laid her on top of his chest and started brushing her hair with his soft hands, he then moved his hand down to her ass and gave it a squeeze, leaving wet kisses on her neck and sucking on the skin leaving love bites on it “didn’t you say you just wanted cuddle” she said teasing him pecking his lips “hmm let me rethink my decisions” he chuckled as he started leaving soft kisses all over her face, chuckles hovering all over the room.

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[lunarmoves]

Hi :D I'm new to writing and I've wanted to ask some tips on how to write,, I've wanted to express or tell the story that's been going in my head for a very long time but I don't know my way with words

And also random question, but do u believe that using the font comic sans while writing will have a good impact on your writing? :D

ooooh!! hmmm... okay to start i just have to say that im def not an expert in writing by any means LOL and i cant exactly tell you how to write. everyone has their own processes and styles. ive been writing fic for about a decade or so and to get to this point took just a lot of practice! i too didnt know my way with words at first, but my main point to you would be to just write. dont think too deeply about it. just pick a point to start in your story and write write write. dont think about making it look pretty or flowy - editing can come later.

it's hard to get started, especially when you're new to it, but i promise all you have to do is take that first leap and put something down on a page/doc. i'd also recommend outlining/planning out your story first, writing down a decent chunk of it, and then posting. having a backlog of chapters to fall back on is waay better than writing and posting one by one (im assuming ur writing a fanfic but i apologize if not LOL)

when writing think about these things: what does the surrounding environment look like? smell like? feel like? what is x character feeling? the physical sensations, the emotional ponderings. is their heart beating fast, do they feel wind caressing their face, are they with anyone? truly try to visualize the scene! put yourself in that situation.

i've found that when i've gotten stuck for my fics, associating a song with it and playing it on loop can help motivate me to write! if you run out of words to use or cant find the right word for a sentence, use onelook thesaurus. you can also use the pomodoro technique to get yourself to write for stretches of time (with breaks). writing with friends is also a good motivator (if u have discord, u can use sprint bots for this)! and ive used this writing program called stimuwrite 2 sometimes to help me focus

dont worry too much or compare your writing to others'. your style will be unique to you and by practicing you'll be able to refine and polish it! and just make sure you enjoy writing what you're writing! dont make it into a chore or it wont be fun at all

and as for your other question....

yes

i pretty much write in only comic sans LMAOOO. it does help i think! like with getting words out more smoothly and creatively imo. give it a try!

finally, i just want to say good luck with your writing! dont lose motivation, write for yourself above all else, and have fun with it!

#star gazing with shay #a nonny mouse #hopefully that helps akjhdfksfsjdf #writing tip

[saetoru]

how are u so good at writing . reveal ur secrets pls . but seriously, what advice would u give ??

HAGDFKJSHDF this is so kind :( to be rly honest, i personally don't have the best relationship with my own writing (as a lot of writers in all realness) so i cant say im rly confident in any advice 😭 but idk hopefully these might help u improve at least—which is always the main goal anyway

i have some advice on writing fics here

and i have advice on writing smut here if u write nsfw

and some more below the cut:

over all i would say that reading all types of media can really help you find a voice in writing—poetry can help you make better metaphors and have a more "deep" / "meaningful" writing voice, reading novels can help you develop an ability to tell stories and build a detailed world, etc. but yeah u can read fanfic, articles, journals, poems, books, wtv u read rly can help u pick up not just ways to develop writing voices, but also you can just learn about the world u know ?? i been reading a few articles about the royal family in the news and its taught a lot about how the inner works of royalty is set up—things that u don't rly take the time to care to know, but in my head as i was reading it i was like omg if i ever wrote a royal au this would be so useful 💀 so yeah, very basic tip, but reading is always number one advice. and again, dont limit urself to one type of writing !! writing is so vast, u can pick up something from any genre of it

also have a certain position / place / set up when u write. i know it sounds kind of dumb at first like okay whats the difference between if i write at my desk vs at my couch but its big !! for me at least. i find that if i try to write anywhere else besides by desk im just more easily distracted and then it cuts my train of thought and my sentences come out choppy and then my flow is ruined. theres actually a big difference in my writing based on location. and having a playlist helps !! whether its of songs with lyrics that inspire you (such as sad songs for angst, romantic ones for something more intimate, etc.) or just plain classical music. classical music has been a game changer for me. (don't ask me for recs i couldn't name a single song or artist if u held a gun to my head LMAONSDFG i just search random spotify playlists)

as far as writing goes, i think its important to start writing when u have a vague ending in mind—you don't always have to have the middle parts figured out, but having an ending can help guide u as u write and pick up momentum and figure out more things to say what the middle part will be to get u to that ending. i almost never write anything without an ending in mind. sometimes its one line and sometimes its an idea / concept of an event that will happen. but yeah an ending can rly help u figure out how to structure a fic !!

figuring out if ur stronger in dialogue vs the commentary portion of writing (for lack of better words LMAO but yall know what i mean—i hope) can also help u !! i think im a bit more dialogue suited as a writer, so a lot of the things i wanna convey, like a character's feelings and thoughts, are shown thru dialogue more often. if u focus more on what ur good at, the other things will kind of come on their own so u can continue—like when i say something thru dialogue that needs some context, the next paragraph might be some background on the character that explains it. which is just basic writing i know skjdhfjgdf but sometimes i just write out like a full convo of dialogue nonstop and go back and actually add the "meat" in between to it afterward. and that's bc the dialogue comes easy to me u know ?? and the commentary / story building in between doesn't, so focusing on one forces me to have to incorporate the other and by then i've somewhat figured out what to write by then. << this method can also rly help u improve ur dialogue too tho if u struggle on that bc seeing a convo just non stop without any background info in between to break it can give u an idea of how it sounds and what the dynamic between two characters is.

also to help with dialogue u can have a convo with yourself out loud 😭 i know that sounds dumb and weird BUT TRUST ME IT RLY HELPS KSHDGDF SOBSOB sometimes u just gotta talk to urself to have a convo flow !! and that way u can also really hear the words and know if they're a bit cheesy or cringe (we have all wrote a cringey dialogue here and there, no shame in it LMAO) but yeah 😭 talking to urself helps

i always suggest breaking things up into scenes that build into a plot. if ur having issues connecting parts of a story, just break it up into scenes. like my shin fic, if u read it (u don't have to for the example dw) but it was like literally like this in my drafts: shin and reader in shop, shin gets upset. shin and reader at home, slight confrontation / sex. shin + waka convo. shin hospital. KJASHGEHF (this sounds so dumb out of context LMAO) but yeah if u do that and then individually write those scenes out, its rly not much different than like maybe writing a drabble, which is far more manageable. and then u can connect them, and boom u have a full length fic !! but yeah that's something that helps me since im still developing my skills to write longer works

also rly discussing characters with friends, reading up on their information, and staying open to discussions that analyze characters is rly important !! we all have our own takes of a character so its okay if they're not always aligning with urs, but sometimes they can help u rly figure out a character and what u feel is their back story and the focal point of who they are—and the more u understand a character, the more describing them and portraying them will be easier. and trust me when u rly feel like u understand a character, the words don't stop, either when ur giving them dialogue or when ur just giving extra back story / commentary.

so yeah that was a bit rambly skhsd im rly sorry about that but i hope that helps a bit !! tysm for the kind ask and it rly did mean a lot to me <3 good luck on ur writing !!

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[pascals-doll]

playing dangerous

javíer peña x reader

🫧 based on the song playing dangerous by lana del rey and written loosely around the lyrics

🫧 THIS IS LONG i got so unnecessarily carried away w this and im just such a slut for him speaking spanish yk my mexican ass had to incorporate spanish | wc: 7.5k

🫧 rewatching narcos during mid-terms UGH MY BRAINROT i cant believe this shit took me 4 days anyways for all my non-spanish speakers here are keywords to remember! i used basic spanish for alot so you can also easily traslate the sentences :) if i forgot anything please lmk 🩷

- perico/periquero: cokehead/ slang for cocaine

- bueno: well/good

-esperando: waiting

-ándale/andele: come on/ hurry up

-tómalo: take it

-cíelo: heaven/sky

- agente: agent

- tampoco: aswell/eitherways

- conoció: met/ have met

-cariño/neña: roughly translates to honey/girl (its like a sexy way tho)

-delicada: delicate

- que cosa mas linda: what a pretty thing

-mojada: wet

🫧 description: reader speaks spanish, mentions of reader smoking cigarettes, drinking,club scene, mentions of cocaine, only specific description provided of reader are back dimples!, reader gets harassed momentarily, SMUTTTT, SMUT, slight foot kink but not even only if u squint, dom!javìer, sub!reader,unprotected sex p in v, fingering, finger sucking, cum eating, papi kink (SORRY NOT SORRY), no use of y/n, use of petnames (cariño, neña, princesa, doll, and slut), reader teases javì sm throughout the fic.

Everybody knows I'm a good girl, officer

No, I wouldn't do a thing like that, that's for sure

The house was already on fire, I swear I'm not a liar officer

🫧

you grab the outfit your bestfriend helped you pick out. it was a cute set you had bought for tonight.

it was a white halter tank with a slight v-cut, exposing your plush breasts slightly as the top tied around your neck and a white short skirt that had a frilly under-layer with matching pink trimming on both. a bow lying on your back right underneath your back dimples.

your hair was curled down at the tips, wispy doll-like lashes complimenting your face as you apply the slightest blush to give yourself that pinkish hue on your cheeks.

your bestfriend hypes you up, handing you her lit cigarette so you could take a puff “hol’ on, i got us-” youre friend begins.

she bends down, coming back up with two pairs of angelic pink heels “are these not fucking cute or what?” your friend exclaims, handing you a pair.

you let out your puff of smoke, grabbing the heels as you agree how perfect the heels were, they were definitely going to call attention tonight with your cute white stockings. once all put together, you took a good look taking in your dolled upself.

youre skin complimenting the tone of pink, your plush thighs being hugged halfway by your stockings and your pushed up tits being complimented by your small pearl necklace.

you were in a private venue inside a crowded booming club.

“could crowded even be the word ? it was packed to the brim in this club.” you thought to yourself.

it made you feel a bit uneasy as you took in the club scene, the scent of alcohol and sweat taking in your nosebuds. then the fun began.

“another round! whoo!” your friend cheers, lifting her shot glass and then immediately hailing down a waiter.

15 minutes later the waiter comes back with the new tray of shots, each one for you and your friends. you each take a shot beginning the cheer for your friends celebration.

that was, till you were rudely interrupted.

a fair large tall man approaches your venue that was to the far corner. he seemed familiar, he had been eyeing you and your friend early on the dance floor.

you weren’t pleased, to say the least. he had a bit of mean mug and beer belly “how are you fine ladies doin’ this evening?” he slurrs, stumbling closer to your booth where you were all seated.

your friends, including yourself all exchange a look “can we help you?” your friend speaks up, uncomfortable sass clearly evident.

he leans down, getting slightly closer yet a good feet away from you still.

you and your friends gaze leaned down to a small bottle he pulls out, slowly emptying white powder into the back of his hand.

“ándale muñecas, i know you wanna try the best périco of all time?” he says, sickingly close now.

“go to hell and feel free to take that shit with you, periquero” you spit out causing your friends to giggle and ridcule him.

maybe it wasn’t the best choice by the look her gave you, but you were too drunk too care.

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you might’ve been too drunk to care, but Javíer Peña was far from it.

he was here in this sweaty loud club and it wasn’t for fun. he was here for business, his team got a tip narcotraficante’s were out tonight.

Javíer was undercover for the night, his zipped up black leather jacket hiding his green bullet-proof vest along with his gun. he had a list of each guy to keep an eye on for the night and you just happened to get approached by one of them.

he watched the interaction, getting slightly closer to your booth from afar incase of anything. he seen the man eventually walk away from your booth of girls.

the man went from your booth to another private room venue that was across from the club. the mans booth was filled with plenty of more men, all conversating very close together.

the men turn, one of them pointing to your booth.

meanwhile…

you and your girls danced the night away, your frilly skirt moving with each sway of your hips.

all was good, cigarette in your hand before you felt someone bump it out of your hand and grab you aggressively.

“you’re coming with me” you felt a hot breath spit out against you.

your friend screams out, causing a scene as she tries to pry him off.

suddenly, multiple men that were dressed like regulars came out of nowhere and pulling out their police badge to the group of dealers, while beginning to handcuff the one that grabbed you.

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you and your friends finally made your way outside of the club as it closed for investigation.

you checked the time. it was just past midnight. your mind was hazy from the alcohol yet, adrenaline still pumping from the whole incident.

“I hope you ladies are okay. I’m DEA agent Javíer Peña. i just need to get statements from each one of you, if that is okay?” the man who just introduced himself asked politely, notebook in had.

he was tall, towering almost over all of you with heels on. he had a muscular figure and his face having the biggest doe eyes you ever seen on a man, yet he had such a rough complexion with a well-tamed mustache.

you were checking out this little DEA agent, he was a brute.

you meet the agent’s dark eyes and it’s more like, hes taking you in.

you admired his tall structure being hugged by his leather jacket looks at you from head to toe slowly and the way his jeans snug him perfectly.

he took in your dolled up presence. it was something about you that caught Javíer’s eyes.

“would one of you be able to tell me the interaction from the start?” he asks, writing down on his notepad after finally ripping his gaze off you.

you were about to start talking “look, we will answer all your questions. can you please just get us home” your friend asks, tired like the rest.

Javier nods, signaling to a officer “an officer will drive you, just tell me the address and someone i can contact to continue the investigation.” he explains “that would be me. you can just get my information.” you tell him, taking the notepad he offers you from his hands.

you handed Javíer his notepad back “i’ll send you a message or a call— and stop by tonight to continue the questions” he explains, taking his notepad back slightly brushing your hand.

it was your address and phone number, complimented by a kiss stain of your lipstick.

“bueno, ya sabes donde estoy esperando”

your accent rings through his ears as you get into the back of the police car, your skirt lifting slightly giving him a peek of your panties.

he averted his eyes before lingering longer than they should, taking a look down at what you wrote down. he couldn’t help but let a smirk creep onto his face.

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you were home, settled into your light pink nightgown. it was 1:30 am.

the bright moonlight seaping through your curtains.

an officer had dropped you and your friends off at your home around 30 minutes ago.

🫧

Well, I'm a little shaken, but I'm fine, thanks for asking

Tell me, do you always work alone so late? Officer

Gosh, I'm a little shy standing here in my nightgown​

you smile at yourself, remembering the kiss stain you sneakly planted onto his notepad as you take a drag from your cigarette.

you were waiting for message or a call any moment now.

a loud ring of your phone erupts and its from an unknown number, you pick it up “hello? Im guessing this is agent Javíer Peña” you speak.

“yes this is, i will be heading over there right now for futher questioning. are you available?” he asks. you cant help but feel slightly excited at the idea.

“no problem, agent. ill be waiting.” you reply slyly, smoke leaving your lips with each syllable before hanging up.

it didn’t take much for Javíer to arrive at your house. there was a knock on your door by the time you ash your cigarette.

you get up from your sofa, grabbing your silk robe from where you were seated.

your robe only covered so much, only covering your bare arms and short length of your gown. the silk fabric shielding the thin lace-like fabric of your gown ever-so-slightly; barely even stopping your cold nipples from poking through.

you walked towards your door, opening it to greet the tall agent on your doorstep.

you looked up at him with doe eyes, glistening as the pale moonlight dawned on you.

“I hope you’re having a good midnight ma’am. i am truly sorry to interrupt your night like this” Javier begins, letting you step out the way first to walk through your front door.

you close your front door “well i definitely could be sleeping in my comfortable bed, but i do appreciate the apology, agent”

you tell him, giving him a soft smile at the end of your sentence before slowly walking over to your kitchen.

the tension in the room was high, you could slice through it. you both had longing gazes with oozing sensuality along with every small action shared between you both.

the perverted agent couldn’t help but watch each sway of your hips as you walk to your white marble countertop, your nightgown was so short. he couldn’t help but think about how close yet….so far….

“can i offer you something to drink, agent?” you asked him sweetly, both hands crossed onto your countertop.

the silk of your robe slipping down your shoulder, exposing the strap of your gown.

Looking at me, then suddenly

I'm in love, I'm in love

Lovin' hurricane

I'm in love, I'm in love

Love in a hurricane

I've been bad, I've been wrong

Playing a dangerous game

🫧

“estoy bien con un baso de-” Javíer couldn’t finish his sentence as you lifted yourself ontop your tipy toes to pull open your high-up cabinets to grab glasses.

your nightgown rises, the silk robe completely moving to the side giving him a peek of your plush asscheeks.

Javíer swore his heart almost jumped out his stomach, repositioning his belt for mercy from his cock.

“con un baso de que, agente?” finally down onto your tippy-toes again, looking back at him with your lip in between your teeth. Javíer clears his throat, straightening his stance.

“agua.” he couldn’t even look at you when he said it.

you hand him his glass of water before sitting on your kitchen stool “do you have any idea who the man or the men who he was with were?” Javier began to question, running a hand through his mustache.

“not at all, it was my friends birthday tonight. we went to that club to celebrate.” you begin to explain.

“then why did they approach your booth?” he questions back “he came up to us thinking we wanted his perico, i told him to go to hell and to take his coke with him-oh, i called him a periquero” you jog your memory as you tell him.

“Te ofreció a ti y a tus amigos perico?” his eyes look so focused as his eyebrows furrowed.

“Bueno, tampoco estabas viendo agente Peña?” you say slyly, looking up at him while crossing your legs causing your gown to rise.

now in this moment, the moonlight was shining through your window right down onto your thighs; making them glow.

“you know, undercover and all” you sly out again with a smirk.

you lean further into the counter, straightening yourself up a bit more causing your clevage to expose oh-so-the slightest.

your nipples hardening again with the slight breeze that came through.

Javíer eyes you so slowly. you thought his eyes could burn holes through you.

“thats right, im guessing he did not like that….” he uttered absentmindedly.

his mind still wandering about what else that little night gown is hiding.

“oh…he did not, thats when he-uhm, he grabbed me.” you bring your robe up to cover yourself slightly not wanting to go back to the moment in that club at all.

“are you okay? did he touch you in anyway? he inches himself closer, both arms not leaning on your countertop as his deameanor clearly tenses up.

“he didn’t in that way, no te preocupes cariño” you get up from your kitchen stool, slowly stepping towards him keeping your eyes locked with his.

🫧

Let's get in the back of your cop car, officer

You can ask me anything you want, anything, anything

Do you have a girl? I don't see a ring on your finger

“do you flirt with all DEA agents?” he questions, cocking his head to his side.

“do you always work alone so late?” you toyed with him slightly, your foot reaching up to brush his clothed ankle.

“im asking the questions.” he retorts, taking a final sip of his water and gulping deeply.

you could sense you were getting him worked up “hm, not at all actually. you just happen to be one”.

the look in your eyes was so innocent but yet screaming ‘fuck me’.

“y tus amigas?” he question, looking around your empty house.

“they went home, they were drunker than me to be able to talk” you giggle out, your giggle was soft and cheer-like.

it made him smile slightly before dropping as your silk robe slips off your body slowly and slowly.

“do you have a girl? i dont see a ring on your finger”

you brush his ring finger as his hand rested on the countertop “i thought a man like you would be married” you reply so soothingly.

it erupted something in Javíer causing him to slightly jolt at your touch.

Javíer chuckles, his hand moving from restng under your hand to now caressing it “hm, a man like me neña?” he asks condescendingly. you couldn’t help but shudder under his touch, his big hands overtaking yours.

you raise your foot higher, rubbing his knee before reaching his thigh.

🫧

Well that's interesting, have you ever thought of dating a singer?

The flames are getting higher, so's my desire

It's kind of exciting, don't you think

Then suddenly he's uncuffing me

“nunca he conocido a un hombre como tú...” your foot just inches away from his cock.

Javíer just smirks at you before leaning back from your countertop, his free hand going to grab your foot causing you to jump in shock, almost falling.

he grabs you just in time, pulling you into his muscular embrace.

your nightgown was completely ridden up at this point, your silk gown barely hanging onto your body as your titties are pressed up against him giving him a pretty and plush view.

Javier licked his lips, gripping the material of your nightgown that hugged the dip of your hips.

“Tan delicada…” he mutters under his breath, feeling your soft skin brush against. even your fucking foot felt like cream-silk.

you couldn’t help but let out a pathetic whimper, rising your foot away from his hand to wrap around his waist. your hot cunt brushing against his clothed bulge.

Javíer took a deep in a deep sigh, slightly grinding into you.

“have i done something wrong, agent?” you tease him even more pushing him to the point where he fucks you right here, right now.

“no se neña, you answered the door in this pretty pink gown to a government offical, and planting a dirty little kiss on my notepad” Javíer says lowly, his hand riding up your thigh slowly finding their way to your panties.

you bit your lip at the thought of what you did.

your hands found their way onto his chest, covered by the leather material of his jacket. you grab his zipper, slowly unzipping his jacket.

“can you blame me, agent?” you pout out.

you felt him up through his maroon button-up that was covered by a green vest when you first seen him.

“you throw yourself around like that?” he spat out, almost sounding jealous while hoisting you up with one arm causing you to gasp softly.

he had his other hand hugging your thigh, using it as leverage.

“solo tú” you tell him looking at his rough structure, his big arms holding you up-high like nothing.

the sound of that coming from your mouth was like a drug.

Javíer could hear you repeat it, scream it, say it, and fucking moan it.

he crashes his lips onto you, groaning into them as your bodies are pressed together.

he begins to walk your closer to your clean countertop.

your lips move hastily, his lips almost overtaking yours as his grip most likely left marks on your skin and you loved it.

he made you feel secure and everything more.

your silk robe was on the floor at this point, already been disgarded.

your hands were entangled in his hair.

the feeling of his mustache tickling your lip with each in-sync movement making you not get enough of him.

the scent of his clogne mixed in with cigarette smell overloading your senses as you push off his leather jacket.

Javíer moves his arms, helping you pull it off falling to the floor.

you spread your legs slightly causing more friction between his pressed bulge against your pussy as you sat on your counter.

his hands find their way to your thighs, feeling your soaked-through panties.

“ah princesa, qué mojada-” he begins lowly, disconnecting from your lips but heads still pressed together.

you let out a moan while he begins to rub your folds softly through your wet panties as your hands grip his shirt.

“todo esto para mí?” his tone was insidious, your mind going fuzzy. the only thing on it being him.

“sí, papí, todo pa’tí!” you impatient cry out, leaning back onto your countertop slightly to raise your hips to meet his.

“patience is key, doll. i know you got it, taking your time to put on that cute slutty ouftit-hmph?” he teases, his hand finally pulling your panties to the side.

you cant help a soft smile creep across your lips.

“glad you noticed, agent peña” you thanked him.

he was still thinking about your outfit from earlier while his fingers softly started rubbing up and down your folds.

your ass in that little skirt and how the pink two-piece made your body eccentric.

you let out a mewl, almost a purr-like moan causing Javíer to groan out while laying you down slowly more and more onto your countertop.

he was going agonizing slow, dancing around your soft wet slit “Javí, porfavor” you plead.

slowly getting you more under his beautiful submission.

If you can't stand the heat

Then stay out of the fire

You might get what you desire, boy

Love is strange

Sometimes it makes you crazy

It can burn or break you

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he begins to kiss you again starting from your lips leading all the way down the the nape of your neck, down the small path inbetween each of yout titties, and then down to your stomach; licking a long stripe from your soft-skinned abdomen to your lower tummy.

he inches himself so close to your cunt, dying to see your seeping pussy as his big hands massage the plush flesh of your thighs.

“que cosita mas linda-fuck” he groans out, palming his deeply strained cock in his pants.

you reach your own hand up to replace it, beginning to unbuckle his belt.

your swollen pussy calling out to him, his thick fingers enter your hole causing you to arch your back slightly.

you moaned out, reaching your hips up to slide his fingers in stretching you completely. you leaned up a bit slightly watching him.

both of your eyes meet illuminating under the light coming from street right outside your kitchen window.

“you like this? just wait till my cock takes you full” he let out in a breathy deep tone causing shivers down your spine.

you palm him through his boxers, his jeans around his knees.

your nightgown was scrunched up around your hips as your titties bounce up and down by the rough fucking of Javíer’s fingers.

he just couldn’t get enough. the view of your soppy little hole letting lewder and louder noises.

you tried desperately to have his cock released from his boxers but he was determined on your pussy, his switching in between your swollen wet cunt and those innocent-fucked out eyes.

“m’close! ay coño!” you moaned out, your now erotic-laced accent sending Javíer’s mind into overdrive.

“Quién te está haciendo sentir tan bien-ah, cielo?” you were completely sprawled out onto your countertop with the way his fingers fuck into you.

“tú, papí, sólo tú” you moan out again like it is your prayer, finally pulling down his boxers so his cock sprung out.

he worked you closer and closer as you gripped basically almost ripping his shirt as you popped two buttons open.

“fuck! please! m’gonna cum for you!” you tearfully plead.

your eyes never left his as you pump the thick of his cock and he works you through your first orgasm.

he leans down to kiss you agressively, speeing up the pace of his fingers to work you quicker.

he must’ve been dying to be inside you. they move vigorously as your moans turn to yelps.

the pumping of his cock got a bit sloppy but never disconnecting from his base. your thumb loomed over his bead of precum as you massaged his tip.

Javíer’s fingers were coated with your pearly juices as you pant out.

you lean up, you werent tired. not with him atleast, not yet.

you were desperate to please.

one hand still pumping him, you take the hand that he stuffed his fingers inside you with and suck them clean, looking at him with such eyes.

Javíer runted himself into your hand before laying you completely down with one hand on your chest.

“dámelo papí” you whimper out, the hand that was once wrapped around his cock now trailing up to his chiseled chest and arms.

Javíer aligned you with him, your hips in his hand squishing the soft flesh as his head lowers to your chest, and sucking your nipple one by one.

your hands were running through his back, feeling each flex of each muscle with every movement he made.

once he pushes himself into your wet cunt, completely taking him in like nothing but he was far from nothing.

you felt his thick base stretch you as his long length slowly filled up. you felt every inch of him.

you cried out in overwhelming pleasure.

“esta gatìta tán perfecta” he groans out against your titty, his tongue licking patterns onto it.

you arch your back, chesting connecting to his lips more.

“s’big-fuck” you whimper as your nails dug into him.

“can you take it, princesa?” he teases cockily, slowly rutting his hips in and out of you. you give him a delirious smile; biting your lip.

you rise your hips to slam against his.

he was balls deep inside of you now, causing him to let out a gutteral grunt.

“pussy too tight for you?” you tease back, your nails dragging deep lines into his back as his gaze never leaves yours.

you were a brat.

that was all you needed to get Javíer to retract his hips from yours, just to thrust himself into you even harder.

the smile from your face falls as your mouth falls open and eyes roll back as his hips fuck into you so mercilessly.

“ah, you got a mouth on you.” a smile now appearing on his face.

your pussy took him perfectly, slipping him in and out as your pussy slushes with every movement.

“ay, papi!” you repeated like it was your favorite word and he fucking lived for it.

the way it left your lips like a mantra.

Javíer’s hips fucked you relentlessly at such a rough pace.

you swore your entire kitchen counter was shaking.

your kitchen items like your salt shaker tumbling over and the rack of coffee mugs slowly shifting from their original position on the counter.

eitherways, you were too cock-drunk to care.

the way he fucked you was better than anyone, he payed careful attention to all your behavior, being so keen with his touches.

you could say it was an advantage of being an agent, always having to pay attention.

“tómalo neña, sé que puedes, right?” he tried to keep up his dominate and teasing demeanor.

but oh, were you having him come closer to his orgasm than ever before.

Javíer’s small grunts turning into deeper and heavier panting.

each thrust slowly slowing down as he tried to keep his pace steady, not wanting to give in yet. it was hard not too.

your pussy hugged his cock like fitted clothing, as if your pussy was meant for him.

the thought of that was enough to have him twitching inside you and his mind going foggy.

“you like being fucked by DEA agents?” he spits out, sounding almost devilish as his hand find it’s way into your hair; pulling it.

“mmph! n-no-like i-i said…i wanted you! fuck-nngh!” you babble out, the only thing in your mind being his cock fucking into you.

“wanted me? is that right, neña?” he was reaching his orgasm, hips stuttering trying to keep fucking into you.

“yes! fuck yes Javí!” you began to yelp out, you swore you were clawing blood out of him as he hissed slightly.

“m’so close! m’so close! m’so close!” you babble out, tears forming in your eyes.

“ándele, te tengo princesa” he moans out with you, hips slowing down to match your orgasm.

your sticky bodies pressed together, your hands going from his back to the ruffles of his hair as he unloads his warm cum inside of you, mixing with yours making a sticky wet mess on your countertop.

you share your final heavy breaths together, still interlocked in his arms for a moment.

Javìer helps you up and off of your now sex-coated countertop. you pull up your nightgown, putting your arms through the straps of it “well, i hope i answered all your questions agent”.

you smile at him, handing him his leather jacket that was on the floor.

“ah princesa, i actually don’t do statements. they were gonna have an officer come in the morning, but well…i told them i can handle it.” he explains with a smirk as you walk him to your door.

you were dumbfounded, you werent the only one plotting.

“i left my number on your fridge, llamé cièlo”

🫧

I'm in love, I'm in love

Lovin' hurricane

I'm in love, I'm in love

Love in a hurricane

I've been bad, I've been wrong

Playing a dangerous game

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[bunkernine]

Okay I don't want to be mean or anything, I know where you're coming from and the other anons too, but you've had multiple problems in the last few days alone with people understanding your tone of voice on posts so maybe adding /srs and /j and some other stuff into your posts/tags would be helpful to decrease misunderstandings?

hmm ur good ur good lol, mmm I've thought about it actually cause i use /j alot on reddit but like, that's kinda got different cannotations in a way. but anyway i do use /j sometimes here in tags, but for the most part what i say is pretty distinguishable especially considering i mostly post for friends who get what im saying anyway. tone indicators are whatever to me, I'm not the biggest fan of them but i understand their use but like lol i do it if i remember or if i think something might be harder to distinguish but like again im not really posting for the world lol im really in it for myself and friends. uhhhhh idk where i was going with this cause I'm just pressing keys but like ummm idk what ur talking about when it comes to tone though because there hasn't recently been an issue??? if this is about the 'ur unwanted and irrelevant here' that was serious lol and it was def taken seriously 💀💀💀 and the person was like "im sure ur joking but blahblah" and i straight up said "i wasn't joking" 💀💀💀 like it was clear lol. anyway something something uhhhh im not having misunderstandings related to tone lol, they said it was bitchy and they were right i am bitchy and i say bitchy shit lol there was no misunderstanding i am just mean and annoying and ummm stuff lol. anyway anyway like ur good lol idk how you're being mean in anyway, u shouldn't preface with that cause hesitance can be irksome, write asks like you write an email and go straight to the point because it offers less oppertunity for getting clowned, be precise but not like forceful. i think i said this earlier but like maybe i didn't but uhhh i don't know what posts ur talking about and if u followed up with anything specific i can clarify but like most of them are pretty clear. but also when it comes to tumblr posts u also gotta acknowledge that not all posts are simply made for half of tumblr, like a solid third of what i say is just random personal things that tumblruser01 doesn't know that background nor situation and things too, so thats like that and shit too. anyway this was about like tone indicators and shit like yeah ur good don't worry lol um I'll consider it more but in most cases it's pretty obvious it's in the tags or like i straight up forgot or don't care, i do think they're helpful tho but like i know what i mean and that's lowkey all i care about 💀💀 idk hope that helps

#asks #anon #long post #sorry im just 😭😭😭 not going thru that shit 💀💀💀 #just pick a sentence and then go with it like i cant help u im so sorry dude i did not throw u a life jacket or nothing im so sorry

[kazuwhora]

SENDING THEM NUDES <3

fandom: tokyo revengers

ft. kazutora, chifuyu, nahoya, souya, mitsuya, hakkai, draken, && mikey

cw. fem!reader, nonconsensual sharing of nudes, masturbation (m!), exhibitionism, voyeurism if u squint, and mild mentions of infidelity but not rly.

an. im 2 steps away from deactivating bc I am in a writing slump </3 pls give me a hint of praise im trying sobs anyways these are true drabbles for once!! go kc! see part one here

#KAZUTORA is flustered at first, replying with short sentences when he opens your message and scrambles to hide his screen. he wants nothing more than to shadow his embarrassment, but there's nowhere to hide when his cock is already hard, and the slightest shift of his weight makes the fabric rub and ache against his length. he has no choice but to slip away to the bathroom, pressing his head against the stall door in shame as his other hand desperately paws at his cock for any sort of relief.

"baby?" you'll ask, when he finally picks up the phone after two missed calls. "you ok?"

all you can hear on the other end of the line is heavy breaths peppered with tiny moans suppressed as best he can <3

#CHIFUYU can tell by the way kazutora fumbles with his phone before shamefully scurrying to the bathroom that something is up. he's seen it all before— the way you like to fluster and tease his best friend, the way you come into the shop with the buttons on your shirt nearly all the way open, or the way you flutter the shortest of skirts just for him to see. he knows the effect you have on kazutora, but chifuyu refuses to admit the effect you have on him, too.

the second kazutora escapes to the back, chifuyu's mind begins to race. he's thinking about what you might have sent, or said to kazutora to make his face turn red like that, and he can't help but feel the sweat begin to bead at his forehead as he tries his very best to suppress those thoughts. he can't be thinking about his best friends girlfriend like that, yet he can't help but wonder how pretty you look on his screen, and how good your hand would feel wrapped around his cock.

#NAHOYA'S heart begins to race as he opens your snaps, always looking forward to your morning shower when he knows you can't help but give him a little tease. his cock is already aching, craving more as he aims the camera down his torso, capturing only the slightest hint of his cock through his sweatpants.

'lower' he'll text back, sitting back in his spot as his hand traces his length while he waits.

when the second group of pictures come, he can't help but screenshot, biting his lip as he palms his cock while the other hand opens the toman group chat. nahoya he sets his phone down with a as the notifications begin to flood his screen, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the chair as he strokes his cock with nothing but the thought of you in his mind.

#SOUYA is the first to see his brothers messages in the group chat, and he barely knows what to do with himself. part of him knows its wrong, but the other part can't deny the sudden tightness of his pants when he scrolls through the screenshots of your naked, soap covered body in the chat. but as he reads through the replies, his hand seems to slip under the waistband of his pants, teasing the tip of his cock with his palm as he indulges himself in the thought of watching his brother fuck you till you cant move.

as his hand pumps his length, souya can't help but think about how pretty you'd look under him, or how jealous his brother would be seeing you whimper out his name. and despite the guilt that floods his chest, it doesn't compare to the heat that pools at his core the faster and faster he pumps, nearly whimpering your name into the atmosphere with every stroke.

#MITSUYA has always admired your body in any capacity, whether it's through risky snaps sent in your work bathroom, or short and sweet videos showing him just how much you need him. but each time his phone pinged, mitsuya's chest filled with anticipation at the thought of what you might be up to, and his reward is even better.

'fuck' he'll text back, immediately pulling the hem of his shirt down to hide the bulge in his pants. he doesn't wanna give him, but he can't help it when you know his every weakness, sending him picture after picture dressed in the lacy lingerie he made for you himself.

mitsuya tries to hold out, but his throbbing cock shrouds his mind with distractions as he struggles to even hold a pencil properly with the growing problem barely hidden by his shirt. eventually he'll give up, sending his assistant home before telling you he needs you at the shop for a fitting, now.

#HAKKAI just so happens to frequent mitsuya's shop more than he would like to admit. he can't help it— he wants to do whatever he can to help mitsuya, whenever he has the time. but this time hakkai knows he's overstepped his boundaries when he reaches for the door handle, only to be stopped by the muffled sound of your whimpers and moans that flood from the slim crack in the door.

his head begins to spin almost immediately, face turning red as he bites down on his lip. he's embarrassed, but hakkai wont admit that he's turned on all the same. part of him wants to turn in his spot and leave, allowing his best friend the privacy he deserves, and yet the more intrusive part of him wants nothing more than to press his ear to the door, listening the the way you beg and plead for your boyfriend as he paws at his cock with a sort of guilty desperation. he can't help but fight with himself, wanting nothing more than to slip past the doorway and watch you tremble and cum on mitsuya's tongue.

#DRAKEN'S lips curve into a smirk the second he sees your pretty body all laid out for him on the bed. the light of his phone illuminates his face in the dark, and mikey peers over his shoulder, wanting nothing more than to be included.

"would you stop?" he shrugs mikey away, turning his phone off and adjusting his clothes as he can feel the blood begin to rush to his core. his mind is already flooded with thoughts of watching you squirm beneath him all tied up and pretty, and draken isn't sure he can keep up his care free facade in front of mikey much longer.

"I've got some stuff I need to do at home— see ya later" he mumbles to mikey, holding his jacket in front of his cock that's already painfully hard and rather obvious at that. draken has never driven faster in his life, shifting his position with discomfort to make up for the problem you've created, that you're going to solve too.

#MIKEY'S face turns red at the tiny glimpse of your body on draken's phone before being shooed away. but a tiny glimpse is all he needs to feel the rush of adrenaline through his veins, taking over his body as thoughts of sneaking away with you crowd his mind.

mikey has never much been one for getting between you, but every now and then he can't help but think about what you might say if he snuck you away behind a corner one day, guiding your hands to his cock as he watches your lip quiver with anticipation. he can't help but think about what you might say with his cock in your hands, or how pretty you'd sound begging for him to fuck you better than draken. he can't help but wonder what you'd look like with his cock buried inside you, or what you'd sound like as he fucked his seed up into you thrust after thrust to claim what he wants.— you.

all that, from a tiny glimpse of your naughty pictures on his best friends phone.

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once more to see you | kth 01

pairing: taehyung x reader ft. seokjin

genre: angst, fluff, unrequited love

synopsis: taehyung is the complete opposite of you, and you're so in love with him. he's not interested in you at all, but he's willing to pretend so he won't be known for breaking the sweetest girl in school's heart. he knows you'll end up hurt either way.

warnings: taehyung is an idiot, a lot of pining, y/n is annoyingly dependent on validation, y/n does a lot of silent prayers, y/n is a track star, childhood bsf seokjin (cute), mentions of deceased family member

music for this chap: she had the world , carry me out

a/n: taehyung will disappoint u in the beginning but hes cute i promise

"I get why you like him Y/N," Sohee swallowed the rest of her sandwich before finishing her sentence, "He's so hot. People say he's interested in you too, y'know?"

Sohee visibly tried to get food out from the back of her mouth using her tongue, and it made you chuckle at the sight. "I don't think he does." You sighed, resting your chin in your palm.

You were both situated at the table in the inner corner of the cafeteria, with a full view of who walks in the door, and sometimes you swore you could see Sohee drool when attractive guys walked in that exact door.

"Hello, of course, he does! Even his friend Jimin told Kang Seulgi from Class 1, who told Go Euntaek in class 3, who eventually told his girlfriend Baek Ho-rang who ran to me to tell me the great news." Sohee gasped for air after rambling, and you rolled your eyes,

"Stories change when that many links contribute." You scoffed, sitting back in your chair and reaching for your juice box on the table, taking a huge slurp, which you knew would annoy Sohee.

"You don't believe me? Guess we gotta ask a link closer to the source then." Sohee stood up from her chair, and you looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Park Jimin, get your ass over here will ya?" She nearly shouted across the cafeteria, and now all looks were pointed at you two, and you felt the urge to just slip down the cracks of the floor tiles and hide there forever grow stronger for each nanosecond.

You sunk further down on your tacky, orange chair, but you could still see Jimin's black locks sway a little over the crowd as he walked over to the table you were sitting at.

"What's up sugar?" Jimin smirked at Sohee, and Sohee didn't even budge, and you had no idea how she did it. He was stupidly attractive and could make any girl drop her pants with a comment like that.

"Jimin my dearest, a little birdie told me that Taehyung likes my sweet Y/N, could you confirm?" She batted her long lashes and smiled prettily at Jimin.

He looked to the left, sucked his teeth, and said, "I can't, I'm sorry." You realized you had grown a little too hopeful, and your heart sunk quite a bit when he spoke.

"Does he think I'm pretty at least?" You spoke up, eyes shining when you looked up towards the standing Jimin, the harsh lights in the cafeteria reflecting in them.

"He hasn't mentioned you much, to be quite honest." He shrugged, walking back to his table, where Taehyung and the rest of his friends sat.

Your heart thumped when he met your eyes, and you looked away in panic. The rest of lunch was just Sohee apologizing and you avoiding eye contact with any of the students at the nearby tables.

Jimin mentioned you and Sohee's name several times, he was a loud speaker, and you were so scared of what he was saying you could probably die right then and there.

Saved by the bell, you picked up your stuff and got ready to start running to your classroom, praying you wouldn't meet any of Taehyung's friends, and especially not Taehyung as you ran Usain Bolt style.

You looked down while running, not thinking twice about leaving your best friend behind, you suddenly fell to the ground with a thud. This was surely not one of your glory days.

When you looked up, you wanted to cry. It was none other than Kim Taehyung, and he didn't look pleased. You gathered your things and muttered "Sorry." under your breath probably about 10 times, and he just watched, disappointingly.

"You're a klutz. Why were you running?" He spoke, and your knees turned into jelly when you tried to stand up, you nearly fell and dropped all your stuff again, but he caught you by the arm, straightening you up like it was nothing.

"Uh... Uhm... Err..." you mumbled, and he rolled his eyes, and not in a joking manner. "Fuck that, why are you going around telling people I like you?"

Your breath hitched, and he stared at you coldly. "I didn't! Gosh, my friend Sohee told me someone had told her that you liked me, and- uh... We asked Jimin, and-" He put his hand over your mouth, making you shut up.

"I don't want you two to go around making up baseless rumors about me, it's incredibly annoying for me to go around correcting people who assume shit just because your little friend speaks louder than a bunch of hyenas at a tea party." Taehyung nearly spat, and you took a step back.

You noticed that people were listening in, their stares burning holes in your back. He was livid, and you didn't understand why, you just smiled, praying to god that this would end soon.

"I just thought you liked me-" You began, and he interrupted you, "You thought I was gonna like someone like you? Get over yourself and enter the real world."

The hallway went silent, your lips trembled as hot tears raced down your face, and like the track star you were, you fled the scene and passed the finish line into the bathrooms.

You stayed till the school day ended, not knowing what was unraveling outside the four walls of the stall.

Sohee 💜: 01:12 pm

Y/N, where are you? i heard what happened :( i hate taehyung im gonna chop his sausage off

Sohee 💜: 01:38 pm

taehyung is fighting w doyoung because doyoung decided to defend you this is hilarious

but fr where are you

Sohee 💜: 01:57 pm

doyoung gave taehyung a black eye damn

doyo is on the verge of tears when taehyung said you liked him and not doyo

taehyung cant not have feelings for you like there must be smth deeper going on

Sohee 💜: 03:39 pm

class just ended i'll wait out back

Sohee always knew when to leave you alone, so she did, partially. You usually shut off your phone when you're upset, but she still sends you texts to update you whenever you turn it back on.

This time, it was quite dramatic, and you rushed out of the icky stall and ran (again) to reach Sohee to get the full story, and as you expected, it was interesting.

"Basically, Doyoung punched Taehyung and Taehyung was a little too OP, so he failed to initiate a fight, so it just turned into Taehyung being an ass to Doyoung for defending you." She shrugged, adjusting the straps of her leather backpack as you walked home.

"Taehyung's rep is so tainted right now, I don't know how he's gonna fix this my dear Y/N, so I guess he got his karma. He's an idiot and I'm glad other people are starting to see."

You nodded yes, pushing out a fake chuckle, while silently you prayed that everything would soon be back to normal and that Taehyung would forgive you for the mess you caused.

Being in love with Taehyung for a year had taken a toll on you, and your best friend since freshman year had noticed too. You were different.

You used to be so independent and optimistic, but now you would strive for validation, and you had turned into one of the most insecure people Sohee had ever met.

Sohee tried to pull you away from him, but to her demise, it only got worse when you tried to meet other guys. She figured that the only way for you to disconnect from him was if you had your go with him, or if he treated you like a complete idiot.

You waved goodbye to Sohee as you entered your house, kicking off your shoes and throwing yourself down on the couch. You wanted to scream, but you saw your brother's and another guy's shoes in your hallway, so you kept it inside.

After having watched an episode of Seinfeld, you could hear the floorboards creak, and your gaze found its way to the hallway, where your brother, Yoongi stood, peeking out from his door.

"Ah, Y/N, you're the one who's home?" He smiled brightly, eyes turning into small crescents, which made you awe at the sight.

"Yuppers." You said and sat back again, pressing play to start the next episode. "Who's your guest?" And as you uttered your last word, another head peeked out from the door, and you couldn't help but feel the happiness brew inside you.

It was Kim Seokjin in all his glory, and this time, he looked even hotter. It had been about two years since you last saw him because he moved to Germany to study medicine.

Seokjin had been your neighbor since you were born, and you pretty much grew up with two older brothers who always took care of you.

No one dared to mess with you, because Seokjin and Yoongi always got to them first. That way, you grew up without a care in the world, protected from all evil.

You had no idea when you fell in love with him. It was somewhere during puberty, where your interest in Brad Pitt and Kim Soohyun from Dream High had grown stronger.

You remember Seokjin was scouted for modeling, acting, and even idol groups all through your childhood. He did a few ads, photoshoots, a popular teenage drama called Double Trouble, and even managed to get his own Wikipedia page.

There was no doubt that Seokjin was an attractive man, and in the two years he had been gone, his face fat was completely gone, and he had defined cheekbones, a slimmer and tighter figure, and you thought he couldn't be any more perfect.

"None other than God himself," Seokjin said smugly, opening his arms to greet you with a hug, and you threw your blanket you were covered into the side as you bolted into Seokjin's arms, legs wrapped around his waist.

He slowly put you down so your feet touched the parquet, and you felt a kind of euphoria as he smiled at you again, the same smile he had flashed you as long as you could remember.

Everything about Seokjin had matured and changed, but his smile remained the same. "What are you doing back?" You sniffled, holding back the happy tears that were forming in your eyes.

"Hey, don't get me wrong, I love Germany, but it's a little bland. I miss ahjumnas complimenting me on the subway and the bomb ass food here in SK." Seokjin grinned as he wiped a tear that fell down your face.

Yoongi was leaning against the door frame, smiling at the grand reunion. You knew he liked seeing you two together, and you had a small suspicion about him shipping you guys.

"Please don't ever leave again." You gripped onto his shirt, digging your face down in his chest, and he said, "I swear to god if you're wearing makeup right now-"

You laughed as you pushed him away, placing your hands below your chin and batting your eyelashes dramatically, "I'm all-natural."

"Naturally pretty." Seokjin leaned forward and whispered in your ear, and your heart did a little somersault.

Seokjin's always been a charmer.

You woke up in your room, pink sheets draped over your half-naked body as tons of messages poured in on your phone, vibrating so much it nearly fell off the edge of your nightstand.

You grab it while rubbing your eyes, and you're shocked to see the messages that had exploded on your lock screen.

Unknown: 08:39 am

Hey, it's Kim Taehyung.

Look, I'm sorry for the shit I said to you and I would love to make it up to you in some kind of way.

Maybe I could take you out?

I get it if you don't want to, but I heard you were interested in me so...

What kinda food do you like? Activities, hobbies?

I really wanna make this right :)

You: 08:43 am

oh hey! I'd love to, you kinda owe me one. if it's your treat, I suppose we could get some sushi and boba...

btw I don't like u like that

Contact made, saved as "taehyung <3" at 08:44 am

taehyung <3: 08:47 am

Okay. Meet me at Nori Table at 6 pm. Don't make me wait.

Your heart was palpitating, and when you pressed your phone up to your chest, you could feel your body heat up from your scalp to your toes.

Maybe Kim Taehyung had no interest in you right now, but he sure would after tonight. You were gonna make him love you, soon enough,

Running to the shower a few hours of Seinfeld later, you scrubbed with all your might with your newest strawberry scrub, did your makeup, curled your hair, and sat down on the couch, outfit draped over the armrest of the chair.

It was an hour till you were leaving, so for the time being you sat with hair rollers in your hair, dressed in pink sweats. Seokjin and Yoongi had been awake all night, you had heard them laugh and play Mario Cart all night, it reminded you of old times.

Old times where you went to bed crying because Yoongi and Seokjin's bedtime was later than yours at sleepovers. Thinking back, your parents made a pretty rational decision, but you resented them for it.

When Seokjin left for school in Germany, during your Sophomore year you cried again. You thought it was so unfair that you had to be two years younger, why couldn't you come with him?

You were painfully in love with him, and you had been probably since you were. A few months after he moved, your feelings faded. You were love-free, only to fall stupidly in love again with Taehyung just a year later.

You were forced to snap out of your train of thought because you heard the floorboards creak again. When you looked over at the dark hallway, you saw a tired, yet familiar face smile at you.

Seokjin looked quite disoriented, hair ruffled and eyes puffy, yet he looked like a Greek god. Sculpted to perfection, he smiled at you like he did yesterday and all the times before.

"Morning." He grunted out, his morning voice prominent. You chuckled when you looked at the time, feeling kind of bad for Seokjin who had slept away the majority of his day, which you knew he didn't like.

"It's 5 pm, cutie. Mom said you guys could order takeout, cause she's working late." You stood up, and Seokjin gave you a good look up and down, and then diverted his gaze to the lavender ruffle skirt and white long-sleeve blouse you had neatly hung over the armchair.

"What's the occasion?" He nodded over at the clothes and then your hair rollers and full-face makeup-covered face. He threw a few walnuts from the little bowl on the coffee table into his mouth.

"It's none of your business, but I have a date tonight," you said smugly, and a walnut flew out of Seokjin's mouth in shock.

"A date? Like a real one?" He frantically asked, and you nodded as you walked away with your outfit in hand.

You came back out minutes later, and Seokjin had to hold his mouth shut so it wouldn't drop to the floor. You had matured so well, a white blouse adorning your waist, and the lavender skirt hugged your curves nicely.

You had decorated your neck and ears with golden jewelry, and you had a pair of Air forces dangling from your left hand. You were beautiful, hair let free from the hair rollers, curls swaying as you did a twirl.

"It's alright, I guess." He pretended not to care, and your proud grin morphed into a frown pretty quickly, and he noticed.

He stood up and walked towards you, standing very close. His tall figure was hovering over you. Seokjin leaned forward towards your ear, not whispering this time,

"You're gorgeous." He pushed your curls behind your shoulder, adjusting your golden necklace as he returned to Yoongi's bedroom.

You were screwed.

The time on your phone showed 6:06 pm. You recall him saying ‘don’t be late’. What a hypocrite. It had started to pour down, so you were squeezed up against the brick wall of the restaurant so the ledge above you would shield you from the rain.

You were shaking from the cold, legs exposed because of your skirt. Sighing deeply, you reached down into your purse to text Taehyung, but when you looked up, you saw him running over to you.

He was holding a bouquet of pink delphinium and peonies. You’d always been interested in flowers, and this small gesture made you all fuzzy inside.

“I apologize for my late arrival m’lady. The flower shop was about to close down for the day, and I had to beg the cashier to let me in, promising to buy a huge bouquet if she did.” He smiled as he stood in front of you.

“No worries sir, I haven’t been waiting for long.” You chuckled, as you accepted the bouquet. His eyes scanned every inch of your body, and he said, “You’re shivering. Let’s go inside.”

This was a side of Taehyung you had barely seen before, caring and warm. This was also the side of him that initially made you fall for him.

The memories of him reading stories for children at the hospital was heartwarming. Whenever you went to visit your brother, who has now passed, you would see him read stories for all the unlucky kids.

Your brother, who was only 7 years old talked about Taehyung like a superhero, and it seemed as if Taehyung’s stories were the highlight of his days at the hospital.

Daejung wasn’t a kid you would pity. In his last months in the hospital he never once cried. You believed that Taehyung was a big part of the reason.

That’s why you fell in love with him. He hadn’t been a superhero in the form of saving lives, but he definitely made a whole lot of sick kids happier.

How could you ever repay him?

Taehyung rested a hand on your shoulder and lead you inside the door, and there stood a beautiful tall woman, black hair to her waist, almond-shaped eyes, and full lips.

She was beautiful. You looked up to see Taehyung’s reaction, and he wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at you. His eyes met yours, and you could’ve sword the whole world stopped.

“Excuse me?” An unfamiliar voice spoke up, and it kicked you right back into reality. It was the pretty woman speaking, an even prettier voice to match her.

“Do you have a reservation?” She questioned, smiling so genuinely from ear to ear. “Yes. It’s on Kim.” Taehyung spoke so confidently.

“Ah, for two. I’ll be your server tonight.” She waved for you to follow her, and before she turned around, you saw her name tag.

Bae Eunmi. A pretty name for a pretty person. Of course, she had to be pretty. Your confidence sunk even lower, and your insecurities grew.

“I’m not interested in her, by the way. I’ve talked to her before. She’s all beauty and no brains. Not for me.” Taehyung whispered into your ear, possibly to reassure you.

You sat down at the table and ordered a huge plate of different types of sushi, maki, nigiri, uramaki, and even sashimi.

This restaurant was fancy, nearly too fancy for your liking. It was huge and flashy, and it made you doubt your outfit choice completely.

The restaurant fell silent since there weren’t many guests here this early. The silence wasn’t awkward between you guys. It was just, too silent, and you decided to break it.

“Do you still write stories?” Taehyung’s face froze. How did you know about the stories he wrote? Had you been stalking him? Was this when everyone would find out how weak he truly is?

“How did you find out... About them?” He asked hesitantly, fidgeting with a small woven basket with bread placed on your table.

“When sun and moon met, moon felt bad. When the moon was alone at night, he cried, because he wanted to shine just like the sun.” You quote his story word by word, it was your favorite paragraph.

He looked at you with a confused look and his eyes told you that he wondered why you knew the story so well.

Before he could speak up, you said, “My brother's name was Daejung. He looked up to you and constantly told me about how he wanted to be like you when he grew up.” You placed your hands on top of his over the table.

Taehyung was speechless. He sat there, body completely frozen as he processed what you just said. The little boy he had mourned for many months was the same flesh and blood as you.

“Daejung told me how he wanted me to marry you because he thought no one else deserved me.” Letting go of his hands, he continued sitting completely still.

First, he felt disappointed in himself. Disappointed of the way he had treated you, how sad Daejung would be if he knew.

Second, he could see him in your traits. Your button nose matched his completely, and your eyes sparkled just the way his eyes did.

Third, he realized he had to take care of you. Fall in love with you, for Daejung. Taehyung had promised the little boy to take care of his friends and family when he has at his worst.

His expression completely changed. It softened, and his eyes looked at you like you were godsent. He believed you were too. It was fate.

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[minahoeshi]

you were loved the most of all.

Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader | break-up angst

summary: You should've known that when Ushijima Wakatoshi found it easy to fall in love with you, it might be even easier for him to fall out of it. But who expects the worst when it comes to loving someone as seemingly perfect as him, anyway?

Chapter 1 of 2

Chapter 2 of 2

He said it was easy to fall in love with you. He said he didn’t know when exactly, at which place, nor for what reason. Simply one day, Ushijima Wakatoshi found himself looking at you with the epiphany that maybe there’s something more meant to happen between you and him. There you stood before him that day, the person he could promise love to. (And there he stood before you that moment, the boy whose promises you found yourself believing in no matter what.)

So maybe that’s why it was even easier for him to fall out of love. When he told you he was no longer in love with you, it didn’t matter to you to ask when exactly, at which place, or for what reason. Even the universe itself is meant to fizzle out one day along with the death of the stars. Just one more person drifting away from you like a lone planet with no real orbit shouldn’t leave you broken. You are used to this. You won’t fall apart.

But you break anyway.

It was snowing outside when he decided to tell you to end things now before it hurts both of you even further. Not that the snow has anything to do with the coldness creeping up your chest threatening to spill out of you in endless sobs. You were glad, though. That at the very least, he remained honest with his feelings. He never left you guessing. Every time, he never forgets to tell you what’s on his mind. His honesty is something he thought was necessary.

“I understand, don’t worry. Thank you for telling me right away. I know you’re also considering me–” you tell him and choke up. There are tears running down your face but you’re not worried about that. Wakatoshi never let you mask your emotions around him. For the longest time, he reminded you to feel free to be completely bare with him. All the good and the bad, he said. Don’t be afraid to show them to me. I will always understand.

He steps closer and puts you between his arms. You feel his chin on top of your head as you lean your face into his chest. You’re sobbing now. “I’ll be fine, Toshi. We’ll be fine.”

He kisses the top of your head and lets you stay in his arms for minutes. “I loved you then, and I love you still. It’s just that they’re no longer the same kind. I will stay if you ask me to, okay? Anything you want.”

This only makes you cry harder. He’s always been too good. And even in breaking your heart, he’s too good. You want him to hold on. You want to ask him to stay with you for years and years. Even with a different kind of love, you’ll let him be as long he’s close by. But someone like him who has dreams beyond yourself shouldn’t ever be with someone like you who still lacks certainty toward anything.

“Just for tonight,” you ask, still crying. “Can I stay?”

“of course,” he replies. Anytime you want. Anything you want. It has always been this way.

Because humans are creatures of routines and familiarity, you spend that night the way you usually do when you’re at his place. You cook dinner with him and eat on the dining table, sharing stories and laughter. You keep adding food to his plate and he smiles as you giggle at everything you find funny.

It’s okay, it’s okay. You’ll be okay. You’ll be fine.

You clean the kitchen and stay in the living room. He leans on the couch as you lay down with your head on his lap. You keep talking and laughing. He goes along, sometimes adding things to make you laugh even more, sometimes simply agreeing, sometimes asking questions. You keep it loud and light, afraid of the silence. Inside you, it’s so heavy, your heart might just fall off. This will be the last, you tell yourself. You want to be happy for now. While he’s still here.

"Do me a favor, okay?" You tell him as you're nearing slumber. "Let me leave first tomorrow. Maybe stay in bed, maybe pretend you're asleep. But tomorrow, don't get out of the room until I've left the house." Your voice shakes, feeling yourself wanting to sob.

"I don't want to wake up to another empty bed but I don't want to see your face when I wake up too," you curl into him even further. "I'm sorry for being selfish. I'm sorry I still don't really know what to do. And I know you wake up pretty early and you know, do stuff, but just for tomorrow, please?"

Wakatoshi didn't really understand why. He originally planned on cooking breakfast for you and taking you to the train station. He would watch you board the train and he'd make sure to smile at you as he waves. You always waved back. That's how it works. Even after fights, and even after especially bad nights, you'd still do the same. Watching you leave with a smile was how you both knew you'd still be fine the days after. That nothing much can affect your relationship. For years, this has been the routine.

But tomorrow, he knows he has to give way. He knows what he said hurt you. It would be wrong of him to do what he wants simply because he's used to.

Tomorrow's the last, he realises. And then if you want, he'd never see you again.

--

You wake up pretty early. The sky is a calm shade of blue, the world outside still waking up. You check the time on your phone and find it's 6 AM. Last night, you slept with your back on him. The sight before you is the other end of his bedroom and you notice just how much of yourself you've managed to leave around his place. Pieces of just one other person in his life, scattered in places around his world pretending that’s just where they belong. You didn't mind leaving things behind back then. You never really thought of the day that you might’ve to take back all of them. Just how does one pick up parts of themselves when they thought they’ve finally found a place for them to stay?

But as you stand up, you conclude that when things end, traces shouldn’t be left behind. He didn’t decide to break up only to be reminded of you even after you’re no longer close to him. So you go and pick every little thing that's yours. Even your jacket and sweaters and a few pairs pyjamas in his closet. You'll just take his things from your place too and hand it to Tendou's shop. Coming back here won’t do you any good. Him coming to your place instead wouldn’t either.

Collecting all your things, even the ones you can't use anymore, you leave the bedroom and enter the living room. You don't have many belongings here aside from some DVDs and books. You only take the books and leave the rest for him. You've always preferred reading anyway.

Setting your bag and things aside on the sofa, you go ahead and wash yourself in the bathroom and bring your toothbrush and some other products with you when you're done. You then head to the kitchen to cook him something light to eat for breakfast . You knew you didn't have to. He knows how to cook. It has always been him cooking breakfast for you. When you could, you’d rather stay in bed until the very moment you must start preparing to go to uni or work. But you did anyway. He's probably in his bed, awake. He has never been a heavy sleeper. With all the moving you did around his room, he was bound to wake up if he wasn't already.

You make him a simple omelette and write a small message on top of it with ketchup. "Good luck with practice today!"

You've already cleaned everything you used, preferring to wash and set utensils as soon as you're done with them. That way, when you're sitting down to eat, there won't be any cluster around to distract you.

You put the ketchup down and decide that should be enough. You'll stop here. You should go now.

Ushijima is sitting on his bed. He's been awake since 5 AM when he usually goes on his run. It isn't the first time he chose to stay with you instead of going out, but he can't help but feel heavy this time. He stayed in for you. But as the minutes pass by, it seems that he simply cannot find the courage to sit up and face you.

He wants to sink into his bed.

There's knock on the door followed by sentences uttered softly. "Toshi, I'm going now. There's breakfast on the table. Make sure to eat before you go."

There goes the heavy feeling again. Maybe if this keeps up, he might just actually sink and never get back up.

You've done that a few times. Leaving while he's still in the room. You don't even open the door. You simply knock and tell him you're about to go, always reminding him to eat before he goes too.

But this will be the last, he thinks. If you leave now, will he never see you again?

a/n

chapter 2 will be up soon not rly sure when tho. (it's up now the link is at the top)

also, im not entirely sure but i think i didnt use any pronouns or gendered nouns for this except "girl" in the 1st paragraph which i erased just now? if i'm right, then i hope everyone reading this get to feel as though theyre rly the person in the story. unless ofc u dont want that bc this isnt the happiest ushitoshi x reader fic u can find🥲. but thanks for reading!!!! m so sorry for typos nd other errors as well. i kinda cant read my own writings bc sometimes doing so makes me wanna smack myself in the head and never write again nd i hate that so now im leaving my mistakes to the gods nd hope they love me enough or smth. but yes thank u sm again for reading!!!!

#ushijima x reader #ushijima scenarios #ushijima angst #ushijima fanfic #ushijima reader insert #ushijima x y/n #ushijima wakatoshi

[sunatooru]

hi im so so sorry for this but could i get an emergency request of just any of the guys (maybe tsukki but u can pick) comforting a reader who feels incredibly sewerslidal. its like there's nothing left for me anymore and i cant stop thinking about doing something i might regret. i understand that this is a heavy topic and not everyone is comfy writing this and its completely okay if you don't. thank you for having these asks open at all <33

Hi baby, I’m so sorry you’re feeling like that but please don’t. You can always come and talk to me and I’ll try my best to show you how much the world needs you. I wrote this with Tsukki in mind but you can imagine it as anyone you want. I hope this helps xx

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Warning: hint of suicidal thoughts

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It’s the lack of response from you that has him wary that something is wrong.

He leaves for a few minutes, quickly going to the bathroom and walks back to see you sobbing on the floor. Your head hidden between your knees as they’re pulled up against your chest. He’s alarmed. He takes giant leaps towards you and quickly drops onto his knees, hands hovering over you because he’s not sure what to do.

“Hey? I’m going to touch you okay? Babe? Is that okay?” He swallows the lump in his throat when you nod your head.

He hugs you gently, pulling you close and letting out a deep breath when your fingers grip his shirt.

“I-I want to know what happened? What’s the reason that you’re crying? I promise, I won’t be rude.” He adds that on quickly, knowing in the past he has been inconsiderate before.

When you tell him your desperation and feelings, he’s shaken. Broken. Tormented. Scared that you want to - want to-. He can’t even finish the sentence you started. He instantly pulls you back, both hands cupping your face as he forces you to make eye contact. His gaze softens when he sees your swollen eyes.

“No. You’re wrong. You have so much here for you. So much left to do. So many more smiles to put on people’s faces. You have songs still to discover. Places still left to visit. Food and cultures yet to devour. You have so much left to do, so don’t say that you don’t. You’re incredibly pretty, smart, kind and amazing. I know I don’t show it a lot but...you make me happy. You make me want to be better and that makes me want to be better for you. You deserve so much. I know I can’t stop these feelings in one night, but I will always be here for you when you feel like that again. Please just always think of me, of us and how many things there are for you.” The words flow out, his face hot and heart thumping.

He presses his forehead against yours, his thumb cleaning the tear stains away. He pushes his lips against yours, his soft lips kissing you long and tenderly. He pulls away to kiss your cheek, pushing your head back into his chest as he wraps his arms around you. He rubs the back of your neck, ears burning at the thought of ever losing you.

“You have so much to live for, so live.”

#emergency request #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #hq x reader #tsukishima x you #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x reader #tw suicidal thoughts #tw suicide

[tendouluvr]

bakugō helping you clean your room - gn reader

- fluff, comfort

- warnings: doesnt exactly say depression but can be implied? reader will just say they lost motivation lately and felt like they couldn’t do anything bc its been a hard time but im leaving it as vague as possible so anyone can imply anything really, no swearing <3

- wc: 983

a/n: :o first writing post!! i got this idea when i saw a vid on my yt rec and it was a clean in real time w me vid i love cleaning vids

baku a lil ooc i think not sure i didnt wanna make him sound too harsh bc reader doesnt need that attitude rn but i hope he still sounds blunt enough for him to be bkg

p.s. this isnt edited and written in proper grammar. i use u, ur, lowercase, literally how i text so just a heads up. i’ll come back and rewrite this properly one day maybe

#! bakugō😑 hes loud

#! enters ur room by stomping until he realizes that there isnt floor space to stomp

#! adruptly stops and lets out one of his little “oh?” while he stares at ur lying body on the bed with ur head stuffed in between two pillows

#! “baby?” and he’ll get a grunt and a whine from u in return

#! “ur rooms a little... do u need help?” he mumbles

#! u slowly get up and look at him from across the room while mumbling something

#! “what? speak up”

#! he maneuvers his way thru ur room to u

#! “i said i havent had the motivation to do anything lately. its been hard for me to do much to be honest. im sorry it’s so messy, i know this wasnt what u were expecting when u came in”

#! “tch, don’t apologize. ur fine. i’ll clean it. wanna help?”

he starts clearing out all of the dirty laundry laying around ur room and while he does that u take ur time picking up some cups around ur desk area. u placed the used cups, some still had water and some was empty, into an empty basket laying around so u can bring it all out to the kitchen at once.

bakugō works fast so he was already done with picking up the dirty laundry and was now folding and hanging ur clean laundry thats just been sitting in the corner of ur room waiting to be put away.

“do u want to time urself? or do some countdown to help u stay focus or something?” bakugō asked u once he saw that u got distracted with some keychain on ur desk.

“hmm? oh, sure! sorry i just haven’t seen that keychain in a while heh.”

“it’s fine. here, use my phone and give urself however much time u need.”

“thank u katsu~,” u said, grabbing his phone and giving urself 10 minutes to pick up the remaining cups (and a plate but lets not talk abt that), go to the kitchen, and come back.

u made it back with almost 3 minutes remaining and decided to lay back down until the timer went off. bakugō was finishing up the last bit of ur laundry and was just organizing ur closet.

u heard the closet door close and brought ur head up to see bakugō walking towards u on the bed. he brought his arms out and u sat up to wrap ur arms around his waist while he’s standing, hugging ur shoulders.

“good job, baby. im hella proud of u. do u wanna keep resting? i can clean the rest.”

“no! i’ll help, what do i do?”

he lets out a low chuckle and tells u that u can go get a big trash bag from the kitchen so u guys can throw away any junks found while cleaning ur desk and shelves. bakugō began vacuuming, seeing that the floor was pretty much clear from any clutter that could get in the way, while u left to do ur task.

when u came back with the trash bag and some disinfecting wipes, he was halfway done vacuuming so u decided to start clearing out one of ur shelves. this was one of a few u have that holds some random books and figures that just so happens to be in ur room (yk those random stuff u find in ur room that u dont know where it came from but u do know abt it, yea im talking abt those)

u took everything out to wipe the shelf with the disinfecting wipes and then began sorting thru ur items so ur shelf can be less clustered. a little humming and sorting later, u finally decided on what to keep and what to throw and started putting it all back onto ur shelf.

bakugō just finished vacuuming and went over to u to help clean the other shelves so it’ll be done faster. he chose the top three shelves and took everything off at once. he wiped down all three and started sorting thru ur belongings, asking u now and then if u wanna keep something because he wasn’t sure. soft humming could be heard from u and echoing hums could be heard from bakugō.

bakugō has a good memory so he remembers where everything is suppose to go, so dont worry ur pretty little head abt him messing up ur stuff. after all, he does care abt u and everything related to u.

u were done with the two shelves he left u, so u went over to ur desk and repeated the taking everything out, wiping it down, and sorting process all over again for every corner of ur desk. bakugō eventually finished and came over to help ur last bit.

u were sitting on ur desk chair rearranging a small figure u have of ur favorite character from ur favorite show when bakugō suddenly lifted u up so he can sit on the chair and u on his lap.

u gasped at this and held onto his arms while he tightens his grip on u. after a moment and u guys settled down, u went back to ur figure while bakugō stuffed his soft face into the nape of ur neck. he leaves kisses on ur neck and shoulder before finally resting his chin onto ur shoulder.

“u did a great job today. if u ever need help remember im here for u, angel. u dont have to feel bad over something u cant control. i’ll keep telling u until it’s drilled into ur head, you’ll even hear it in ur sleep.”

at the last sentence u let out a quick laugh, but nodded ur head telling him u understand.

“i love u katsu.”

“hmm, love u more.”

#written with love - ar #this was longer than i intended #u gave the junk u guys found to ur classmates asking if they wanted anything and denki took majority of it. thanks denki #one mans trash is another mans treasure they say!! hell yea! #bakugo x reader #bakugo katuski x reader #bnha x reader #bakugo x gn!reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki x gn!reader #bakugo katsuki #mha x reader #bakugo comfort #bakugo fluff

[wh6res]

random but i cant stop thinking how hyuck is likely to end up with someone thts as witty as him cs like its fun for him to be with someone tht can keep up with him and banter with him BUT IMAGINE if his s/o’s only weakness is anything remotely sexual and blushes easily at intimate affection like he wld use tht to get the upper hand soooo muchh sbjdndkkd ; on another note, ppl say yr s/o is most likely similar to yr best friend and for hyuck we can conclude its mark (apart from dreamies) and hyuck rlly likes being with ppl who often give him the reactions he wants when he jokes and maybe someone a little gullible lol now im thinkihg of his yandere side and we have brat tamer yandere!hyuck who giggles a bit when he tells u yr punishment and u never know whether he’s telling the truth or not so every moment with him is anxiety-induced and he loooveesss setting up traps around the hse making u think you have a chance of escape only to end up with him right in yr face saying, “you fell for that again?”

fail | haechan

"the saccharine smile made your anxiety spiral. it was always something unpredictable with haechan." — unknown

warnings. mentions of blood, implied kidnapping, toxic relationship, threats, mentions of arson

disclaimer. this aint love. this isnt a normal relationship.

note. anon, you won. this sparked my inspiration like crazy lmao so thanks for that.

the window is open. the cool breeze is a gentle caress against your clamoring skin, goosebumps rising as you begin to sweat. it wasn’t in the least bit humid, no, because summer has long kissed the soils of seoul goodbye as the autumn season sets in. you would’ve appreciated the leaves’ earthly tones if you were allowed to go out and feel the sunlight against your skin.

haechan snoozes next to you, an open book lying flat against his chest. you knew he hates reading, you knew he was probably playing with his switch behind that paperback. not to mention he isn’t some sappy, sentimental guy. if he wants to make his act believable, then he should’ve picked another book and not paper towns by john green. you knew he was only humoring you, pretending to indulge himself in reading, or else you’ll never tolerate being in the same room as that despicable human being.

you swallow, a shaky breath escaping you when another breeze seeps through the open window. this isn’t right. something is not right and you know that because underneath haechan’s aloof and playful nature is a cunning, meticulous man who doesn’t make errors. he won’t purposely leave that window ajar. no, he won’t.

but... what if?

the floorboards let out a demure creak but in such a tranquil room, it might as well be a loud roar. beyond the window is a lush green forest, walk north for fifteen minutes and you’ll see a beautiful waterfall (haechan took you there one too many times). but walk farther and you’ll find the main road the main road leading back to the busy civilization of the city, away from the suffocating countryside living your boyfriend has forced upon you.

you should’ve noticed, really. how vastly different your dreams were. he wanted a quiet, mundane life with you. which is surprising considering how rambunctious and flippant he is, always glowing whilst in the middle of attention. you had dreams of your own, too. you wanted to study for a master’s degree after finishing your bachelor’s, and then after that, travel the world. it was too flashy for him.

and when you didn’t comply, he resulted in more creative methods that included a can of gasoline, some matches, and a threat to burn down your house. cops aren’t going to help you, not when his mother’s running as a mayor and he’ll be graduating top of his class with not a stain in his records. no one will believe you.

when your hands grabbed the dry windowsill, you could’ve cried as you pushed it farther open to be able to fit yourself through. it was by sheer dumb luck that the cottage is a one-story house. should you choose to jump out now, your feet will only come in contact with the damp soil of the forest.

you take a quick look at haechan’s immobile body on the plush couch and your heart clenches. he looks like his old self, carefree albeit petty and loud but it was what drew you to his light. until his trust for you started to falter and your freedom was but a mere illusion — no, no, that’s not your haechan, he is but a cynical man that used his reputation and money to bend you to his will.

your dress catches on a nail, hindering you from placing your other leg over the ledge. “come on,” you whisper, blindly pulling as your nerves start shortcircuiting. “please, please…” the tears were an onslaught. you already grasped onto the hope of freedom, you weren’t just about to let it dwindle through the gaps of your fingers.

the dress lets out a loud tear when you forced it off —

just as strong arms circled around your waist and pulled you back inside. the stray nail cuts against the skin of your thigh as he unceremoniously hauled you back. despite the loud sobs wracking through your body and the blinding pain of your skin tearing, the resounding lock when he shut the window closed was deafening.

“aw, my petal, you failed!”

“i wasn’t escaping! i swear, i just wanted to go to the waterfalls. haechan, please, you have to believe me —” the sentence he said, slapped you out of your reverie. failed? “what… what do you mean?”

the saccharine smile made your anxiety spiral. it was always something unpredictable with haechan, and if he means what he meant… you’ve utterly lost the moment you eyed that open window like it was your lifeline.

“it means, my stupid little rose petal,” he crouches, a nimble hand wrapping around your throat. “that you failed my test.” he scoffs, pulling you up to your feet with the tight grip he had. “you wanted to see the waterfalls, bullshit. you know what i do to liars, right?”

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