Uh So I Never Do This But Maui Is Quite Literally On Fire And There Isn't Nearly Enough Care Or Consideration

uh so i never do this but maui is quite literally on fire and there isn't nearly enough care or consideration for. you know. Native Hawaiians who live here being displaced and the land (and cultural relevance) that's being eaten up by the fire. so if ya'll wanna help, here's some links:

maui food bank: https://mauifoodbank.org/

maui humane society: https://www.mauihumanesociety.org/

center for native hawaiian advancement: https://www.memberplanet.com/campaign/cnhamembers/kakoomaui

hawai'i red cross: https://www.redcross.org/local/hawaii/ways-to-donate.html

please reblog and spread the word if you can't donate.

Kintsugi [Masterlist]

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: strangers-to-friends-to-lovers, non-idol!au, angst, smut, eventual fluff

Summary: In a fit of spiteful, post-break-up self-improvement, you sign up to a baking class. Yoongi, in a bid to appease his demanding girlfriend, signs up, too. Determined to make him your friend, you end up with more than you ever imagined.

Current word count: 46.5k

Content: alcohol consumption/drunkenness, language, Yoongi and reader are both depressed, some very bad mental health, lots of glib comments and jokes about death and suicide, reader tries to make herself sick (NOT food/ED-related, does not succeed), mention of a suicide attempt, Yoongi has a depressive episode, reader has a depressive episode, self-harm (cutting)

Smut: protected sex, fingering, semi-public sex/sex in a public place

Specific warnings will be posted for each chapter and this list will be updated as I go.

Chapter One - Peaches 5.5k

"Not everyone wants more friends. Some people just want to get through the day and make it home."

Chapter Two - Rebound 8.2k

“Well, maybe we’re both good at hiding it.”  

“Maybe we are".

Chapter Three - What doesn't kill you makes you wish you were dead 11.1k

“No one’s ever... No one’s ever taken care of me before.” 

Chapter Four - Someone old, someone new 8.1k

"Years of counselling and it turns out nothing makes you feel the joy of being alive like when you really fucking like someone."

Chapter Five - The other shoe 7.2k

It hit you at that moment: you would always be you... You'd always just be... this.

Chapter Six - Yoongi, after all 6.4k

You smiled, grateful to him, as you often were. Always were.

stretch you out | knj. & jjk. (m)

banner by the lovely kiri @rkivian !! <33

➵ summary: you have a plan for your crappy, diabolical ex who’s set on ruining your life; making him jealous by snagging a raunchy photo with two hot employees at the gym. what you didn’t have a plan for? befriending the mischievous pair to aid in your revenge and ending up underneath not just one, but both of them.

➵ pairing: gym employee!namjoon x f. reader x gym employee!jungkook

➵ genre: college!au, strangers to friends to lovers!au, porn but with plot :), the dIRTIEst smut, fluff

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 24k

➵ warnings: swearing, toxic masculinity (the ex), heavy making out, sexual tENSION, explicit sexual content, threesome <3, dom!namjoon & jungkook, sub!reader, big dicc!namjoon & jungkook, praising!! with a side of humiliation/degradation, use of slut, breast fondling, dirty talk, size kink cause this features our bIG BEEFY VIRGOS, delicious amounts of teasing, lots of ear-licking/sucking, pussy fondling, pussy-eating, clit play, finger-sucking, oral (m. receiving) x2, spanking, hair-pulling, ball-fondling, deep-throating, face-fucking, fingering, swallowing, unprotected sex (pls be safer!!), begging, roughhh sex, voyuerism, exhibitionism, slight possession kink, facial hehe, multiple orgasms, cum-eating, face-sitting/riding, double penetration, spitting, creampie, aftercare <33

➵ a/n: YAYYY it’s here!! this was supposed to be me namkook september birthday gift but ugh life really got in the way! pls forgive me and enjoy, your feedback means the world to me <3 ALSO thank you endlessly to @rkivian for creating this pretty banner for me!! (pls excuse mistakes i did not have a beta pFT)

“Hobi, you know I’m not gonna do that.” 

“C’mon, Y/N, it’s the only solution.” 

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𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋

summary > miguel has seen many, many worlds during his time as spider-man, but he’s never seen one quite as debauched as this one.

cws > fem reader. free use. exhibitionist/voyeur behavior.

Miguel has seen his fair share of worlds in his journey as Spider-man.

A world so dark that his eyes, enhanced as they are, couldn’t even make out the people that had been speaking mere inches from him. He had been forced to head back to HQ and make some alterations for his suit -night vision- and then when he had returned, eager to see what kind of world could operate in near total darkness, he had been greeted with glowing eyes, teeth as sharp as chainsaw teeth, and scaly skin — he left that world and marked their spider-man down as an ‘absolutely fucking not’ in terms of joining The Society.

He’s seen worlds completely devoid of color, worlds overflowing with color, worlds filled with water and housing amphibian-like humans, worlds that were stuck in their caveman phase, worlds that had progressed far beyond his own home world.

He’s loved some of these worlds, revisited a few in his down time, and he’s hated quite a bit a bit, wishing he could erase the part of his brain that housed that particular world’s information.

There’s not much that shocks him when he steps into a new, foreign place. He thinks he’s seen it all, and he’s approached each new adventure with a kind of naivety that you’d expect from a fresh new spider-man, that’s how he’s managed to stumble upon a world that left him at a complete loss for words.

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Miguel thinks he may have to send his suit in for some repairs, because the sight in front of him cannot be actually happening.

The suit glitches away from his face, descends down to just below his collarbones, and maybe his eyes need an examination, too, because the sight in front of him doesn’t change.

To his left is a couple, a man and a woman, stark naked in an overcrowded train. Their clothes are neatly folded on the floor underneath the kneeling man’s knees, and said man has his face stuffed between the woman’s thighs, mouth loudly slurping at her cunt.

There’s an elderly woman sat next to them, occasionally glancing over with a neutral expression—the kind of expression you’d don while doing something mundane, like glancing at the person next to you’s progress on a word puzzle in the newspaper.

Directly across from the couple is a man dressed in casual business wear -likely on his way to work judging by the rising sun just outside the train window- nothing unusual besides the fact that his cock is pulled through the zipper of his slacks, his hand lazily stroking it as he watches the sex act play out in front of him.

Further down the train are two men slotting their cocks together and humping, three women taking an immense interest in each other’s breast, and even further down than that, through the window of the door that leads to the next train cart, Miguel can see hordes of naked bodies moving together in what he assumes is a raunchy orgy.

The train pulls to a stop at the platform, a loud chime sounding, and the man who had been stroking his cock tucks it away (he’s still hard, mushroom head leaking and staining the material of his pants), retrieves his briefcase, and exits the train. Miguel turns, and when he sees similar sights all along the inside of the train station, he begins to get an idea of the kind of world he’s stumbled into.

He finds an empty corner to tap away on his watch, fingers fumbling as he tries to reopen the portal so he can get the hell back to HQ and out of this fuck-fest of a world.

His finger is hovering over the button to get him out of there, but before he can press it and get out of dodge, two hands are moving to grab at the waistband of his pants —or what would be the waistband of his pants, had he not been cloaked in a nanotech suit— and attempting to pull them down.

“What the-” It’s you. The same you that sits at the reception desk in HQ, a shy little thing that could just never get a handle on her new spider powers but still wanted to be of help so she settled for assisting in the clerical side of hero work—er, it’s not the same you, obviously, but you look the same, down to the little blemishes that he never thought were blemishes in the first place.

“What’s wrong with your clothes?” Your voice comes out in a mildly annoyed whine, face scrunched up into a displeased frown as your hands wander about his suit, the pixels blacking out underneath your touch. “That’s real freaky.”

“What the hell are you doing?”

You throw him a quizzical look, and he throws you one as well, although his packs more of a punch than yours. “Using… you?” He can tell that you’re not the spider of this world, and it wouldn’t take any effort on his part to remove you from him, he the makes no move to push you away. “I don’t normally do this on the way to work—it makes such a mess and I always end up being so late and my boss is so mean.” Your eyes flit about as you ramble in your usual way, hands twisting together as you shuffle on your feet in front of him. “But then I saw you and,” your teeth sinks into your bottom lip, eyes flicking up to meet his before you’re averting your eyes. “You’re really, really handsome.”

The words make him hot under his suit, the digital material suddenly stifling, and you flinch back when he makes a face, only to be propelled back into his chest when the train lurches forward. His hands go to your hips to steady you on reflex, and you keen at his touch, pupils dilating and hands wandering down to where your fronts are pushed together and -

“Oh!” You gasp. Miguel curses.

His suit has decided to listen to your will instead of his, the tech glitching until it disappears completely, leaving him as bare as the man walking around the busy train looking for a new conquest. His eyes land on the two of you, Miguel swatting at your hands that rub and tug at his hardening cock, and he sends the man a nasty glare and a flash of his fangs in warning. The man heeds it and scurries off to another cart.

“Oh,” you say again, and he looks down to see your gaze focused on the two, sharp points. “Are those real?” Your hands leave his cock, heavy thing weighted down between thick, brown thighs, to reach up, and his back hits the wall as he moves to get away from you. You follow, thumbs slipping underneath his top lip to raise it, and your eyes practically sparkle when his fangs lengthen further under your gaze.

You rub at them, and thick lashes flutter before Miguel is centering his hand on your stomach and pushing you back, scowl directed your way. Before he can snap at you for shoving your dirty train fingers into his mouth, those same fingers are hastily undoing the clasp on your pencil skirt and shoving it down your legs, leaving you in a crisp white button down, black pantyhose, and loafers.

He watches, tongue thick and heavy in his mouth, as you kick your shoes off and shimmy out of the pantyhose next, no underwear in sight. Your shirt and bra are next, and you stand in front of him, bare and dripping as you have the nerve to flash him a bashful look and drop your gaze.

He thinks back to all the moments he’s sat in his office, mind drifting and conjuring up images of what you’d look like underneath your suit as he lazily stroked his cock, and he wants to kick his mind for failing to do you justice.

He blinks and suddenly you’re out of sight, and he only has a second to wonder where the hell you’ve disappeared to before he feels your hand lifting his cock up, tongue gliding along his uncut head before your lips close around it.

He swears he can hear the sound of his brain short-circuiting as you immediately take him deeper into your throat, hands laid against his thighs, which flex and tense under your touch. His chin drops to his chest, lidded eyes focused on the way your lips are stretched wide around his base, and his cock jumps in your throat when he sees that your eyes are watching him, too.

You swallow, and the feeling has claws sprouting from his fingers, and his teeth grinding together. One of your hands move between his legs to fondle at his balls, and he groans at all the sensations; tongue circling around his tip and pushing into the slit before you’re bobbing your head and taking him down to the hilt of again, nose pushed into a myriad of dark curls, hands squeezing at the full, heavy sacs, head occasionally dipping down so you can mouth at those, too, until they’re drenched in a mixture of your saliva and his pre-cum.

You pull off him with a gasped breath, tongue licking at your lips as your hands move to jerk at his cock, hips unconsciously jerking into your grip. “I’ve never—” You pause to greedily lick up the bead of pre-cum that appeared, and a pitiful sound forced itself out of Miguel’s throat. “—seen someone as big as you.” You marvel at the sight of him in your hands, thumb mashing down against his head before you’re planting an apologetic kiss to it and raising up to your feet.

You turn, hands braced against the bar of the seat in front of you, and spread your things and arch your back, putting your soaked cunt on display. Your lips, puffy and coated in your juices, slowly part to reveal the pink hidden inside, webs of your sticky essence stretching apart before breaking.

You turn your head over your shoulder, a glaringly obvious plea in your hungry gaze, and Miguel briefly thinks about using the brief moment of clarity to open that portal up and swing his ass home, but then your swaying your hips and pouting, and a drop of slick is dripping down from your folds to the floor, and Miguel is just a man—a man with an infatuation for the you back home (and the you here, apparently), and a cock that’s begging to get a feel of you.

He pushes into you with a squelch, no prep needed as he glides in, your pussy more than accommodating as open up for him. He slides home, balls pressed against you and pelvis flush to your ass, and you cry out a weak ‘thank you!’, as if you’re a citizen he’s just saved from imminent death.

There are instances, rare instances, when Miguel turns more animal than human. It happens when he’s at his wits end, when his brain decides to take a break from all the logic, reasoning and rationing. It happened with Miles, it happened with countless anomalies, and it’s happened in moments like this, too - when he’s got his cock stuffed into something warm and wet, and the lovely thing underneath him cries out so beautifully. His mind hazes, his vision blurs, and physical capabilities triple in limit.

This is one of those rare instances.

Miguel’s fingers dig into the meat of your hips, and he deepens your arch, fangs digging into his lower lip and bringing forth blood as the skin splits. He growls something, mind too far gone to comprehend what the hell it was, but you clench around him and gasp when it reaches your ears.

His pace is brutal from the beginning; fast, hard snaps of his hips into yours, heavy balls knocking against your clit with each bury of his cock into your cunt.

The sound of his hips meeting yours is loud, your messy pussy even louder, and it’s music to his ears as he fucks you. He’s uncoordinated, switching from a fast pace to dizzying one, short thrusts where only half of his cock pushes into you, to deep thrusts that allow you to feel every inch of him and punches a squeal from your gut - he slips out a few times from the erratic movements coupled with your wetness, cock sliding up between your cheeks and nudging at the tight little hole hidden between them before he’s wrestling it back into you and fucking you twice as hard for the inconvenience.

The stops come and go, old people leaving and new people coming, and the positions change; your chest pressed to his as he keeps you suspended in the air with big hands supporting your ass, your back plastered to the window as he pins you to the train wall, face smushed against a train seat as he keeps you down with a heavy hand centered in the middle of your back—he’s got you like that know, foot propped up on the edge of the seat as he hammers into you.

Your moans and whines have long since faded out, the only sounds leaving you being sharp little huffs each time he pushes into you, an an occasional babble that he wouldn’t have been able to decipher even if he was cognizant of you speaking. You’ve made a creamy, frothy mess on his cock (all along the back of the train as well) multiple times, and he’s finally nearing his end; muscles straining, vision blurring, breath hitching and balls tightening.

Both his hands move to your shoulders as he puts his weight on you, and then he’s stuffing himself inside you for the last time, tip of his cock reaching impossibly deep before it twitches, thick ropes of cum filling you up.

He stays like that for a bit, pussy plugged with his cock as he slowly comes down, and his shoulders sag when he’s hit with a wave of fatigue, muscles feeling like jelly.

You’re still underneath him, and for a split second he thinks he’s fucked up and killed you, but then your head is popping up and your craning your neck back to give him a wobbly little smile.

“‘M soo glad I took the early train today.”

miguel choking you w his biceps while he pounds you from behind ;((

࣪𖤐 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 : nsfw content, minors dni, established relationship, fem! reader, rough fucking, teasing, slight choking if u really squint

࣪𖤐 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀'𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : SQUEALS!! nonnie I absolutely love ur brain 4 dis <3333 ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა hope you enjoy!!

"𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 tell me you're already crying."

You should've been ashamed at how easily you bend and break for this man, how you become putty beneath rough and scarred palms, pliant as he manhandles you in whatever position he pleased, taking and taking and taking whatever he wanted from you. And you gave it to him over and over again without a second thought.

You can feel his breaths as they fall over the skin of your shoulder, decorating your body in goosebumps, how his grunts fill your ears with every heavy thrust against your body. Miguel has you pinned down on the damp sheets with your body being engulfed by his much larger, muscular and bulkier frame, prohibiting you from doing anything else but letting him bully his fat cock into your fluttering little hole.

A curse, mumbled in Spanish, tumbles from his lips, his tone husky and low, dripping with sin. You feel him nose against your cheek, nudging the soft, warm skin before he mutters, "Fuckin'... Fuck... You need to relax, clenchin' round me so tight I can barely move."

What makes tonight different is that his hands aren't engulfing yours like always. Your fingers are intertwined and your legs aren't locked around his waist while he fucks you, forehead to forehead and skin against skin. Instead, Miguel has you in a borderline painful arch, pounding you on your hands and knees with one thick arm wrapped around your throat.

"Did ya hear me, mi corazón?" he grunts when your cunt clenches round him again and he exhales a shaky breath. If he lost focus he'd fling himself headfirst into his orgasm. And he was intent on making you cum first, to reduce to the pretty crying mess he knew you'd be, before he's even think about filling you. "Relax," he coos, shushing your little whimpers when he tightens the bulk of muscle around your neck. Your dainty little fingers dig into the thick skin, leaving little crescents but it does nothing to ease the pressure. Your thoughts grow fuzzy round the edges until you're left with nothing but one singular thought: him.

Miguel makes a pleased sound in the back of his throat when your body finally goes pliant beneath him, rearing his hips back before he's slamming his cock back into your little hole, letting you feel every single delicious inch, every ridge and thick vein, his flushed mushroom tip nudging right against your sweet spot that has your toes curling and your mouth hanging open.

Miguel likes it when you get like this, dumb and eager, always begging so pretty for more. "Pretty baby," he soothes, glancing between your bodies at the little tremor running through your thighs, how you're using every last ounce of strength left to keep yourself upright for him. "Look at you being so good for me, huh? Pretty pussy wants more, yeah? Yeah? I can tell, she won't even let me go."

Every thrust is brutal, heavy and nearly knocks the breath out of you. He gets high off of it — how your pretty little cunny squeezes and squeezes, unable to even fathom the thought of letting him go, how wet you get when he praises you for being so good for him, how every wet squealch of your bodies meeting has you keening.

Your spit stains his arm, so does sweat and slick but Miguel doesn't mind. Your hair had become undone and mascara ran down your cheeks, pleasured markings that made his pride surge.

He likes things messy.

Oh, Darling! | MYG | Series Masterlist

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Pair: Professor!Yoongi  x Student!Reader 

Summary: Starting your second semester at one of South Korea’s most prestigious universities should be stressful enough. Between juggling classes, good grades and a social life, your plate was full. Hoping to spice up your academic career, you thought it was a good idea to enroll as an assistant for your literature professor, whom you've held a very secret and very forbidden crush on for the past several months. What will happen now that you’re forced to work closely together? And what if your crush isn’t as one sided as you thought?

Genre: Series, fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, university au.

Warnings: This series is part of the Hyung Line Daddy Collection. Mild age gap (not underage) where Yoongi is in his early thirties and Yn is in her early twenties, power play, since he is her professor, but it’s not toxic or abusive and Yoongi doesn’t take advantage of his position, daddy kink (eventually). Forbidden relationship. Cousin Jungkook, Best Friend Jimin (what is new), art student Tae, literature student reader and Namjoon. Side pairing: ?? and ??. This series has a LOT of smut, in almost every chapter. 

WC: 108k total.

Updates: Every monday and every other saturday. 

Taglist: Open. 

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