Anon Im Not Country Or From The South But I’ll Try 😭

this is miguel o’hara being a dick

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem!reader

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miguel knows he’s fucked.

he has been neglecting you, putting his work above your needs and ditched on dates he can’t count with his fingers. at first you were okay, given that you’re dating such a busy man like him, you understand the consequences.

but you’ve had enough. there were nights where you cooked dinner, only to be left untouched by him or where you softly cried yourself in the middle of the night because he was still out. the only time he comes home is when you’re already asleep, then he left to the HQ in the morning before you’ve gotten the chance to wake up.

you confronted him about this. paid a visit to his office before going to work. Jess and Lyla had warned you to not disturb him but you managed to make them back off with a single frightening look.

yes. they are scared of you. a lot of them are. they do not want to test you at all.

the moment you stepped into his office, he didn’t even bother to look. eyes were just too focused on his work that he assumed Jess was the one who walked in.

“oh, you’re fucking your co-worker now?” your tone laced with sarcasm and anger with arms crossed over your chest,

hearing the familiar voice, he had never whipped his head so fast. “y/n? what are you doing here?”

“well” you start, heels clicking against the floor as you step towards him. “since my boyfriend has been MIA for almost a week i figured i should stopped by.”

his head shook, turning his focus back to what he thought mattered most. “not right now, mi amor. I’m working.”

“i can see that, dumbass” you respond in a cold tone. frowning as to why he couldn’t take one second off from that god damn screen. “you and me are going to get breakfast together. now. before i go to work.”

“i told you I can’t. I’m busy” he replies, brushing you off with his hand. “next time.”

“i’m a busy woman too!” your voice shakes, wanting so bad to scream at him and throw that tiny desk at his head. “but I always want to make time for you, Miguel!”

no response. he muttered something under his breath but you couldn’t hear him.

un-fucking-believable

“you’re such a fucking asshole, you know that?” tone laced with venom as you spit the words. clenching your fists by your side as you struggle to hold back the tears. “i feel like this relationship is one sided, the only person that is truly making an effort is me. you don’t—“

Miguel couldn’t take it anymore. he threw a desk and it went flying, thankfully it didn’t hit you. though your eyes went wide in shock, a loud gasp left your lips as you covered your mouth with your hands.

“you’re right! I don’t! I don’t care about some silly little fucking breakfast when the universe depends on me!” he pointed at himself as his irises turned red when he looked at you. his breathing went heavy and he still wasn’t aware how scared you were at him at that point.

“do you have any idea how fucking hard it is to keep all this shit together?! how many people will die if i don’t do what i gotta do! I don’t always like it, y/n but i have to do it! and here you are trying to play house with me it’s fucking pathetic!” he scoffed, putting his hands on hips.

oh he did not realize how much his words hurt.

the room was filled with silence. you stared at him in disbelief but remained a stoic expression. you were taught better than to be weak before any men. Miguel was no exception. your mother would be disappointed if you let a man win.

“wow” you breathed, nodding. “that was a good speech actually, the longest one I’ve ever heard you talking” you tried to sound sarcastic but how you felt and how you sounded failed you.

Miguel was quick to notice this and his features quickly soften. he reached out quickly to hold you.

“cariño i—“

“I’m returning back to my apartment by five. do not fucking look for me” it was final. the way you said it, how your eyes remained empty as you spoke to him. Miguel knew better than to test you,

but he just did and now he’s paying the price,

his heart broke when he heard you said that. you were so tired of him and you just wanted him back. you want your man back but he couldn’t see how that mattered to you.

“baby, please—“

you held your hand as you turned around. “don’t you even think about sending Jess or Miles my way.”

with that you walked out of his office without uttering another word. leaving him speechless and heartbroken. he knew better than to follow you out, it would just make things worse. he was just going to let you cool off.

he didn’t know how long it was gonna take.

it has been almost a month that you two have been living separately. and he’s losing his mind. he can’t sleep, he can’t eat, he can barely walk out of the house without seeing all the things that remind him of you. the team even sensed something is wrong because he has been more short tempered than before and it almost made the rest of spider society terrified of talking to him.

he’s gotten more violent, that’s for sure. every enemy he encountered, he would leave them bleed with their faces unrecognizable. it was his way of taking his stress out. not exactly healthy but it’ll do for now.

but he thinks that this has gotten too far. he misses you terribly, your scent, your laugh, your voice, your body, and mostly… your pussy

God, the amount of times he sniffed your panties while he jacked off as the image of you clouded his mind was simply not enough.

and now here he stands before your apartment door. dressed nicely in a white buttoned up shirt with his sleeves rolled to the elbows and a pair of black pants. his ring cladded fingers nervously grip around the boquete as the other hand shoved into his pocket.

Miguel had never been this nervous before. toeing his shoes and tapping his toes against the floor rapidly. it’s probably already been fifteen minutes that he’s standing like that staring at your door. thinking far too carefully what he wants to say.

he decides it’s now or never as he raises his fist and knock softly against the wooden door, hoping that you’re home.

“coming!” he hears your voice, his stomach somersaults hearing that after what it felt like a thousand year. “i am so hungry, why are you delivery guys always taking so—“

soon as you open the door, you freeze. definitely not the takeout delivery boy and instead it’s the one person you’ve been avoiding for God knows how long.

Miguel’s mouth hangs open slightly as he slowly taking in the sight of the gorgeous woman before him. you put on your favorite lime green night gown that stops just above your knees with a white silky robe, your hair fall down gracefully. natural curls framing your face. eyes glinting under the light, he almost falls to his knees and thank the Lord for your existence.

beauty doesn’t even begin to describe how you look tonight.

Miguel realizes how he probably looks like an idiot. clearing his throat to regain his composure as he smiles awkwardly at you. “Hi.”

you stare at him as your features then showcase a displeased expression. “what are you doing here?”

you’re leaning your body against the doorframe, arms crossed in annoyance. eyes flickering from his face to the flowers he’s holding and back up to his eyes. as much as you hate to see him, you can’t help that little feeling of butterflies in your stomach when you see the flowers he’s holding.

tulips. your favorite

he takes a one step closer to your frame, breathing out a sigh as he looks down at you. “I’m sorry, mi amor.”

that earns a scoff from you, looking away. “good start.”

“i was a horrible boyfriend.” he admits, gulping as he sees how sadness and exhaustion taking over your face just like that. “you don’t deserve that. what i said to you that day… none of it was true. you were not… pathetic, nor were the idea of having breakfast together… I appreciate every single thing we’ve done together, baby. believe me, por favor…”

a hard stare is the only thing he gets from you. the way your lips form into an angry pout and how your eyes seem to get tired and bored from his confession.

you’re a difficult person to please. he knows that.

“i know that being stress is no excuse of what I’ve done… I should’ve—fuck I should’ve done better. a month without you was like hell, mi corazon. ay, me sentí como si estuviera perdiendo la cabeza.” he sighs in frustration, head shaking as he recalls many sleepless nights. “i love you so so much. i do not want to go through that again … i know that it’s going to take forever to get your trust back and everything, but i swear on my mother’s grave that i—“

“stop talking”

he shuts his mouth after that. eyes looking up to you when he realizes you’re talking to him after a prolonged silence that’s taking over.

seeing how broken he looks almost feels like your heart got plucked. as mean as you are or as much as you wanted to look like you don’t care, you can’t when it comes to Miguel. you love this man far too much and despite his cold cold persona, that’s a huge sweetheart underneath.

“you hurt me, Miguel.” eyes casting down the floor as you try to keep your voice low. “you threw a desk to my direction…”

he shakes his head at that, resisting the urge to cradle your cheek. “lo siento, mi amor. I didn’t mean—“

“yes i know, i heard you.” you sigh, eyes closed momentarily. “you scared me”

Miguel feels his heart breaks when he hears how your voice breaks. he carefully lifts his hand to softly palm your cheek, thumb grazing against the skin. he exhales a soft sigh when you aren’t pushing him off.

“I didn’t mean to do that to you, my love. fuck, I’ve hurt you. i will never forgive myself for that. i was supposed to be the one who protect you and i was being a huge asshole.”

“a cute one though” you pout at him,

he chuckles at that, feeling the tension between you two are finally cutting down. “you’re too sweet, baby… after all i had done to you”

“nothing compared to how you treated me for the past two and a half years.” you smile sweetly at him, hand wrapping around his wrist. feeling at home once he holds you in his palm. “still a good man.”

he shakes his head in disagreement. “no, no that doesn’t excuse it… i was in the wrong.”

you hum in response, looking at the pretty flowers still in his hand. “are those for me?”

he nods with a smile, “you’re my only woman, no?”

you bite the inside of your cheek as you smile, taking it from his grasp as you sniff the pretty petals. “i love them. thank you.”

he once again goes quiet, taking another step closer. eyes looking down at your glossy lips and he can’t take it anymore. he doesn’t care if he’s stepping boundaries here. “i miss you, cariño. can i show you just how much?”

his offer sends shiver down your spine, making it impossible for you to stand still. Miguel always knows your sweet spot, how to make your knees feel wobbly without having him to touch you.

you do miss him touching you,

“i have a ballet class to teach tomorrow, papi. Saturday morning class, you remember ?” a pout formed on your lips, yet you still allow him to pull you close to him as he closes the door behind. “plus don’t you have work too? i bet Jess needs you.”

Migue nearly growls at you calling him ‘papi’. his jeans growing tight as you look up to him with doe eyes that you know he loves. though sometimes, you don’t understand the effect you have on him.

“that can wait… you’re more important to me than anything” he whispers, giving your open hand a kiss. large palm coming down to grip your waist, giving it a light squeeze. “do you want me too?”

you respond with a slow nod, biting back a smile as you interlock your hand with his pulling him inside. his smirk grows wider as he leans over to capture your mouth in his,

“let me fuck you real good then we can come home, eh mi vida?” he promises against your lips, slipping your soft silky robe off of you before picking you up in bridal style causing to shriek and giggle,

“i wanna hear you scream my name.”

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part 2?

devon aoki photographed by mikael jansson for dutch magazine, november/december 200

waiting until they safely reach the front of the door or get inside before driving off

Pls and thank u!

jack and the team were preparing to go on tour and you both took every opportunity to spend time together before he left. you guys started dating three months ago and this was the first time you both would spend time apart from one another.

you would be lying if you said you weren’t nervous but you trusted jack and knew you would both do your best to make it work. and in honor of that you guys went out on your last date for a little while.

jack rented out the restaurant so it would just be the both of you together, he insisted on it but you just wanted to be with him.

but all good things come to an end as he pulled into your complex and parked in front of your building.

“im gonna miss your sassy ass so much.” you started tearing up as you relaxed in his arms. you just sat there, hoping you wouldn’t have to let go. he laughed and rubbed your back softly. “jack i wish i could come with you.” pouting and looking up at him. as much as you wanted to go on tour with him you had responsibilities and a semester to pass.

“im gonna blow your phone up 24/7. i wont even give you time to miss me ma, as if i never left.” he cupped your face and wiped your tears with his thumb.

“i love you so much.” you froze up a bit at the shock on his face but you knew you meant it. he had a shit eating grin on his face and that eased the knot in your stomach.

he pulled you into a kiss and you put both of your hand son his arms that cupped your face.

“i love you too.” he said putting his head against yours.

“call me before you go sleep ma, i wanna hear your voice.” he pecked your lips and helped you out his car.

“good night handsome.” you said kissing his cheek and walking to your building.

he watched as you entered the building and waited a few minutes before pulling off.

piercer!toji piercing r boobs and belly button but like she’s so nervous and shy bc someone else other than herself is going to see her boobs. and she’s holding onto toji’s arm so tightly :0 you can add what you want but i just want him to give her a lollipop at the end bc that would be so cute

wait i really like this omg >_<:p like he’d be sweet - a little. letting you calm yourself down before you remove your bra and raise your top near your collarbone. you look around biting on your lip, try to not back down or cry and him seeing you like this he gave you a choice. “ want me to down your belly button first so you at least get used to it? can’t do anything if your so jumpy, hun ” you nod lowering your top and laying back down. he sits on the chair putting on his gloves as he puts alcohol on the cotton ball. you gasp at the coldness of the cotton. he puts two dots? on your belly and asked if you are ready which you mumbling a yes. your eyes are screw shut as the clamp is tight on your belly button as the needle slides in. the pain is a bit temporary as he places the jewelry.

“ i-is it done..already? ” he stutter as he nods throwing away the used things “ yeah see how easy that was, tell you what - you lay there like a good girl for this next one i’ll give you a treat ”. treat? you don’t respond as you raise you shirt to where it was “ c-can i uhm hold onto your hand. please ” “ whatever helps you, sweetheart ”. he does the same steps he did for you except when he holds the clamp and needle your taking hard breaths, biting on your bottom lip and your eyes are shut tightly he can see a bit on tears. your body was very clean, no tats or anything so he understands why you’re nervous. the moment the needle your hands flew to his tattooed arms, nails digging into his flesh. a few minutes later you finally open your blurry eyes to be met with toji’s green ones. “ how you feel sweetheart ” you look around sitting up while you wipe your tears. he pulls down your shirt. “ did so good like i told you, i’ll give you the treat like i promised ”

soon you find your legs wide open on his shoulders while his arms are wrapped around your thighs as your elbows hold you up. your panties at your ankles, skirt lifting to your waist and you tities out in the cold breeze. the cold metal on his tongue running through your folds slurping up the juices, making you shiver and gasp. toji is shoving his face in between your thighs more. you let out silent moans and whines as he matched the rhythm of his fingers to his tongue. your hands moving around not knowing whether to grip on the bed or his hair or shoulders. you looked innocent - too innocent to be at his shop. he’s not used to someone like you coming to see him, at least some people would have a few piercing from different shops before his - because toji isn’t exactly the nicest. but you’re different.

he used to pierce himself before doing it on few of his friends. you whine tugging on his hair, lifting your hips to grind on his tongue - feeling a strong wave hit you. “ i-‘m g’na cum…can i- please can i cum ” you cry out as he puts more pleasure, flicking his tongue piercing on your clit. “ you can come darling , been such a girl girl huh ” he praises and it makes your mind go all empty and fuzzy. you didn’t even know toji like this, sure he pierced some of your friends and you’ll be here but no interaction. your body shakes as he sucks on your clit dragging you to the edge “ cum f’ me sweet girl ” and you do - making a mess on the bed beneath you but he doesn’t care. not when he’s slurping you up like that.

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WATCH YOUR MOUTH; jack harlow

"It's the way you embarrassed me last night and don't even have the balls to apologize." You said aggressively folding your clothes.

"Things happen y/n! I was caught up with work and couldn't make it." He said running his fingers through his curls.

"You say that every time like it's a valid excuse! You couldn't send me a quick text to let me know you wouldn't make it so I wasn't sitting there looking like a fucking idiot?" You said getting more and more pissed off.

"So your mad i'm doing my job? How do you think i'm able to afford all these nice things? Take you out on dates? That money doesn't just come out of my ass." He said trying to find every reason to drop this.

"Bro I fucking work just as hard as you do and I still make time for you!" You yelled getting up to walk out the room.

He grabbed you harshly by your wrist, forcing you to look at him.

"I don't give a fuck how mad you are chill with that dumb shit. I'm not one of your little friends." He said inching closer to your face.

You felt your cheeks heat up at the way he manhandled you.

"I can say whatever the fuck I want to say." You said challenging him.

"You think this is funny? We'll see who abouta be laughing after i'm done wit'chu." He said throwing you on the bed.

BEDRIDDEN, S. GETOU

| INCLUDES, fem!reader x suguru getou, morning sex, unprotected sex, cream pies, light nipple play, light dirty talk, established relationship, he slaps your ass, a bit of cervix fucking | WORD COUNT, 4.8k | SYNOPSIS, Suguru does his best to convince you to stay in bed with him. It works. | AUTHOR’S NOTE, thank you to my sweet beta reader/editor @jazzyangel242!! | MINORS DONT INTERACT

He wakes up to the sound of music that’s as quiet as a whisper—so quiet that he assumes it’s just in his head. Thin rays of sunlight peek through the blinds of your shared bedroom and he shifts mindlessly so it no longer hits his face. He’s laid on his bare stomach, an arm underneath his pillow, the other beside his head, and long, raven hair sprawled behind him. Though, some loose strands tickle his cheeks and cover his eyes. 

With blurred vision, he lazily searches for you on your designated side of the bed and mumbles your name in his groggy, sleep ridden voice. 

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