#537 days more

[celestepeony]

Jhope full of charm

Hoseok weekly ↳ 2/78

[deadsetobsessions]

Fae! Adjacent Danny, adjacent bc I’m really tired and can’t remember all of the rules.

Even before he died, there was something off an out Danny. It’s why his bullies existed, and why his friends were so loyal.

Danny was fae. Kind of. Different, to say the least. Those who fit in instinctually felt a sense of weirdness, of a just barely there shiver. Those who were outcasts loved it.

It stands to reason that when Danny moved to Gotham, everyone and their goddamn cousins loved him. Gotham was made of misfits, and Danny was one of their own.

A boy who could have been his own brother walked into his store. Danny glanced up at the slight ting of the doorbell. A head full of fluffy black hair, eyes bluer than the skies, and a camera hanging its heavy weight against the boy’s neck.

The boy glanced down at the circle- the very obvious circle- Danny made of polished stones and gems that was placed on the side of the counter.

The boy looked at him, nerves apparent in his posture, and stepped into the circle. Danny straightened. Ah, a customer.

“I came here to make a deal.”

“I see. And what is it that you desire?”

The boy puffed up and handed Danny a written contract.

“The full and complete revival of one Jason Peter Todd, buried at Gotham Memorial on lot #537.”

Danny glanced through the contract. It was as foolproof as possible.

“Very clever. But you’ve forgotten something.”

“What?”

Danny smiled a small eldritch thing at the boy. “There is always a price, little sparrow.”

“I’ll pay it.” The boy said.

“And what if what I want…” Danny placed a thumb under the boy’s eyes. He must learn not to be going around and making deals with beings like Danny. “Are your eyes?”

The boy trembled.

“You can have them in exchange for the contents… the contents of that paper being completed.”

“And what if what I want is… your full name?”

A terrible price. Once you gave people like him your name, you could never come back.

The boy closed his eyes. “Okay. Okay. You can-” the boy opened those eyes again and looked at Danny with determination. “But only after you complete the tasks.l

Danny wasn’t fae. He was almost one, yes, but he was always a little more human than the rest of his kind. It made him gentle. To them, it made him weak. The fae are rarely ever kind, and Danny was made of kindness.

“This price, I will not take it from you.” Danny raised a palm when the boy made to protest. “Instead, it will be taken from your… brother himself, for that will be the nature of his revival.”

“Are you sure you don’t want my name? Or- or something?”

Danny smiled.

“Not while you are within my circle, little sparrow.”

“Why do you call me that?”

Danny smirked. “One day, I might even tell you. For now, we will complete your contract. The price…”

The boy tensed up.

Danny pointed at the camera. “The price will be that camera. You may keep the pictures.”

“Deal.” The boy’s face lit up. Danny grinned with a bit with too much teeth.

“We have a deal.” And Danny released the boy with his- no, with Danny’s- camera from the circle. When he stumbled out of it, Danny gestured to the door, and flicked the switch that connected to the sign, turning it from Open to Closed.

“Lead the way, little Sparrow.”

The boy stared at him… then stuck his hand out.

“I’m Tim.”

Danny laughed. “I’m Danny. Don’t go making deals with people like me if you can help it, kid.”

[cherryredstars]

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x afab!reader

Warnings: Straight-Up Porn, 18+

Summary: To help you imagine what I picture when I write my smut.

A/N: Been waiting for this.

Word Count: 537 (Edited)

⯌ Miguel is trying everything to empty your pretty little mind. He's doing everything in his power to make you think of the pleasure he's giving you and that pleasure only. He's constantly whispering "That's it, mami. You can take it. Stop with the running, mkay?"

⯌ He LIVES for teasing you. He loves playing with your pretty little pussy until you're desperate for him to give you more. He has you squirming and begging as his fingers move over you ever so lightly. "What is it, hermosa? I thought this is what you wanted? Thought you just wanted me to touch you, hm?"

⯌ He can't help but play with you. He can't help how much those pretty noises turn him on. Imagine he's got you facing your full body mirror, making you watch as he plays and paws at you. "Always soundin' and lookin' so pretty for me. Watch how good my fingers look playing with that pretty cunt, yeah?"

⯌ Miguel just desperately fucking into you after a bad day :((. It just makes him feel so much better when he feels you clench around him from how good he's making you feel. At least after this, he'll blow off enough steam and get a good night's rest. You do want to take care of him, don't you? Just imagine him mumbling sorry, over and over again because he knows how rough he's being but he can't help it :((.

⯌ Just a few weeks after the incident in Just a Bit of Training (here). Once you got it down, he's obsessed for the next month. He's taking every opportunity to see how many times he can get you to squirt when he's got you under him. "That's a good girl. Just like how I taught you."

⯌ He's so sloppy when he's eat you out :((. Especially if you haven't seen each other in a long time or if he's just stressed. He just wants to get lost in your sweet pussy. He loves getting your slick all over his face and he isn't letting up until he's satisfied or his tongue gets tired from constantly licking you. He's mumbling into your clit about how good you taste and growling at you to stay still.

⯌ If he isn't eating you out like he's starved, he's taking his sweet time. Just wants to savor your flavor on his tongue. Whenever he just gets the urge to, asking you so nicely to bend over the counter so he can have a taste. Our polite boy being gentle :)).

⯌ Loves filling your hole with his cum. Loves just watching it ooze out of you. He has so many videos on his phone of his cum just leaking from you. He saves them for when he misses you or needs something that he knows will get him off quickly.

⯌ Miguel letting you ride his dick after teasing you. He knows what he's doing, and he couldn't be happier when you push him down and ride his cock so desperately. "Aw, is that what you needed, mi vida. Just needed to fuck yourself on my cock, is that it?"

Bonus The Oscar Issac audio because I love you guys :)).

My internet has been down for a week so I’m sorry it took so long to update!

[goldfades]

Could you do 🌱 “cuddling in bed” for will smith??

𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 | ws⁶

♡ ─ word count | 537

♡ ─ warnings | absolutely nothing, just affirming words and will being a sweetheart

♡ ─ ev's notes | i LOVE will smith sm

Will wrapped his arm around you, drawing you closer as you snuggled into his neck. The bed was warm, enveloping you into another universe as you laid on Will, all the stress from the week melting off. The rhythmic sound of your breathing intertwined with Will's, causing you to relax into his arms. Outside, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the cocoon of comfort the two of you had created.

As you snuggled into Will's neck, you could feel the steady beat of his heart, a comforting rhythm that anchored you in the present and away from all your anxious thoughts and worries. His arm provided a sense of security, a protective embrace that shielded you from the outside uncertainties. The subtle scent of his fresh and sweet cologne lingered in the air, you couldn't help but breathe it in.

"Baby?" You heard his voice mutter. You hummed back in response, too sleepy to respond. "You know, sometimes all we need is a little escape," he whispered, his warm breath tickling your ear. His words lingered in the air, carrying a gentle reminder of the simplicity that moments like these held.

"Promise me," he continued, his voice a gentle murmur, "that no matter how crazy life gets, we'll always find our way back to moments like these. Just you and me, escaping into our little world."

"I promise," you whispered back, your words carrying the weight of sincerity.

As you lay intertwined, the world outside seemed to pause, allowing the sanctuary you both created to expand. His fingers gently traced circles on your back, soothing and grounding; something he'd always do, and something that's grown to calm you even on the most stressful days.

The whisper of Will's voice returned, softer now, as he spoke. "I love you, you know that?" His declaration melted into the warmth of the room, making your heart beat faster. He'd said it a million times before but this time it held more meaning, if that was even possible.

"I do," you replied, your voice a soft echo in the intimate space between you. As your eyes met his blue ones, you saw the warmth in his heart. "I love you, too."

He smiled, a warm and genuine expression that spoke volumes. "I mean it, though," he said, his thumb tracing a delicate path along your cheek. "I'm so lucky. I feel like everytime I look at you, I fall more in love."

You let a warm laugh at his cheesy statement but you heart fluttered instead as you saw the sincerity in his eyes. Will's sincere gaze held yours, and in that moment, you felt the authenticity of his feelings.

"You're stuck with me, you know?" he teased, his eyes sparkling with a playful glint. "I can't help it. Every little thing about you just makes me fall a little bit more."

With a tender smile, you whispered, "I wouldn't have it any other way." The sincerity in your voice mirrored his, creating an exchange of vows unspoken but truly felt. It was a silent promise to cherish each day with each other, to find beauty in the mundane, and to never let anything get in between you two.

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hello love 😘

I got a new request for you. A smutty one at that, if you're up for it!

Tangerine and the reader are having a nice night out, even though the reader is tired for work and mental load, she lets herself be pampered by our lovely Tan-Boy.

Back at home the pampering continues into nice and steamy sexytime 😏 but at one point reader being exhausted, tired and overstimulated she says their safeword. Tan spaced out doesn't hear her at first and so he askes again while pounding her. Tears streaming down her cheeks reader repeats herself again and Tan stops, immediately! Pulling out, talking to her calming her down, asking her what's wrong. Reader explains that Tangerine didn't do anything wrong its just her being too exhausted and overstimulated. So Tan comforts her, makes her a bath etc....

If you're up for writing this im ever as always thankful to you💕

If not that's okey as well🫶🏻

Love ya bye😘

hii honey!! idk why but I just love safeword fics😵 and I love love this! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

gif creds to @/peachyspaceslvt for the never ending supply of crazy hot tan gifs. ur our saviour🫡

RED.

tangerine x fem!reader — smut & angst? with comfort

word count. 537

warnings. 18+ only. pinv, doggy style, reader says safeword, comfort. minors dni

This week wasn't so forgiving and the days exhusted you. 

As a reward for your efforts, Tangerine took you to dinner at a fancy restaurant on the waterside - the evening filled with good food and wine, the company of him making it all so much better. It didn't end there - the date carrying on into the night when you both finally make it home.

You're on your knees - chest pushed into the mattress and arms stretched long in front of you, Tangerine behind, his cock rutting into you. One of his hands on the back of your neck, the other gripping a handful of ass. His pace is almost relentless, the splitting feel of his dick ramming into you incessantly. It was like he was trying to make you forget about your week, replace it all with something so much better.

And for the first thirty minutes of it all, that was true. But after a while, you started to reach that point where it felt like too much, the feel of his cock giving more pain than pleasure. Everything else from this week worming it's way in and taking its toll.

With your face buried in the mattress, you mutter your safeword, your voice barely audible - the slight force of his hand on the back of your head muffling your words. Your choked-out sobs go unnoticed, the sound much like those he pulls from you usually.

You say the word again, slightly louder this time. "Red," you murmur, your tears wetting the sheet. "Red."

Though he doesn't hear you, the sound of his cock fucking into the messy state of your cunt overlapping your non-blissed cries.

"Red, red, red, red," you ramble, voice wavering. "Red."

The second he hears the first 'red', he's dragging his cock from you, a warm hand resting on the middle of your back. "I didn't hear you. I'm so sorry," he pants, catching his breath. "Fuck— I'm sorry, love. You okay?" he continues, moving to sit beside you - his hand running up your spine, making you roll over to face him. "Was I hurtin' you?" he asks, thumbing away the wet under your eyes.

You don't reply. You only sit, scooching to lean into Tan's shoulder as you wipe away the residual tears.

He wraps an arm around the middle of your back, pulling you into his side at an angle. "Got carried away," he shakes his head, voice and face filled with guilt and shame. "Real sorry, darlin'."

You slip your hand into his and hold it to your chest, your other hand wrapping around his forearm, hugging it. "It's not your fault," you whisper, pressing a kiss into the back of his hand. "I'm just... I'm just too tired. You didn't do anything wrong," you try to comfort. 

You knew his brain was blowing this out of proportion, so you wanted to reassure him, even though you technically needed it more. You sit in comfortable silence, quietly consoling each other - his hand stroking up your back, your lips pressed into his other. The side of your head resting on his shoulder, his atop of yours.

“I’ll run us a bath when you’re ready.”

[shouyuus]

caleidoscope tears with someone from bnha?

kaleidoscope tears

todoroki touya; 537 words; fluff and angst, hurt/comfort, villain!reader, vague allusions to blood/death but not even rly, mostly just kissing, but sad!kissing lmfao

summary: there's nothing more lovely than watching a monster become undone with wanting.

a/n: idk man, kinda angsty, kinda unexplained, mostly just here for the kissing!dabi vibes.

─── 燈矢 THERE’S NOTHING MORE LOVELY than watching a monster become undone with wanting. and what are men if not monsters, deep inside. every single one of them — you think, as touya sinks to his knees, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs, his chin pillowed on the soft of your lower belly, his eyes up-cast at you, filled with so much light, so much dull, pulsing desire, so much the wish of salvation, however tainted and skewed it might be.

“please,” he says, his voice cracked, his skin hot to the touch. you lick our lips and trace delicate thumbs along the stitches that run up the sides of his face, bisecting his cheeks. and you think to yourself that dr. frankenstein himself couldn’t have imagined a more pitiable monster if he tried.

“let me kiss you,” he says, and you sigh, letting him drag you down. he kisses you like drowning, like a man searching for meaning in a vast, careless universe, cast out to sea by a family he’d fought tooth and nail to call his own, but at the end of the day, couldn’t find the words to call them his. he kisses you like you are the ocean, and him ship full of lost treasure, as if he might be able to pour everything worthwhile into you, bury it in your chest for safe-keeping if he just kissed you hard enough —

“touya — wait —” you say, but he shakes his head, sinks his fingers into your hair and drags you back towards him. you can’t breathe, but you let him kiss you anyway.

once, someone had told you might one day let a man reach for you when he might be trying to reach for something else instead — only mistaking you for whatever it might be in the wane, dying light — like a drink, or a lifeboat, or a medal, or a snack. once, someone had told you that you are all, and none of those things. but when touya pulls back, you try to search his eyes for the reflection of you, and you find it — there, just there, hidden amidst all the smoke, the images of your own face, reflected back at you, looking every bit as broken as he felt.

“we’re — we’re the same, aren’t we?” he asks, his voice cracking over the syllables. you swallow, feeling the saltwater prickle at the back of your throat, familiar pinch at the corners of your eyes. you lick your lips and taste the sharp tang of blood on your tongue.

he laughs as he drags a thumb along the corner of your mouth; his finger comes away red.

“god, you’re so beautiful like this.”

you lean forward to press your forehead to his, feel the scalding heat of his skin, the way his rough skin drags against yours like a reminder, or a warning.

his breath smells like smoke.

“kiss me,” you say, you beg, letting your fingers dig into the scarred skin of his neck.

he shrugs, licking his own lips as he watches you.

“might hurt.”

you let out a soft, watery laugh.

“yeah, well. kiss me anyway.”

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[wisedelusionalmarshmallow]

@jegulus-microfic, June 26th - Knee, T, Word count - 537

CW: Child Abuse

Regulus' knee still hurt when he woke up. He regretted agreeing with James to go on a hike yesterday. He knew he didn't have proper shoes, but chose to go anyway.

He wasn't sure if he broke it, or dislocated it, or if he did anything more than bruise it. But he can smell James' cooking from the kitchen. He'll just walk it off, he's done it before.

Taking a deep breath, Regulus throws off his blankets and gets out of bed. Nearly falling before finding his new center of gravity again.

He finds his way into the kitchen with a slight limp in his step. James must have heard him when he sat in the chair at the kitchen island. Regulus shoots him a small smile, but then notices the concern on James' face.

"Regulus? Why are you out of bed?" James asks, flipping another pancake.

"What do you mean? Do people not get up after they wake?" Why was James so worried?

"Well, not when they have a broken knee." Ah. That’s why. Doesn’t he know Regulus will be okay?

"My knee isn't broken,” Regulus comments.

"You sure?"

Regulus pauses. Technically, they haven’t got it checked out yet. It could be broken. But Regulus can’t tell the difference, most pain feels the same to him. "Well, if I didn't get out of bed I would've just burdened you."

"Burdened me?" James asks, looking a little offended.

Regulus starts to panic. Is he upsetting James? "Yeah. You should be free to enjoy your day, not worry about me. Besides, I can walk it off."

"Reg?”

"Hmm?"

"How often did you just 'walk it off?'" Regulus should've known that question was coming.

"Why?" Regulus asks already knowing why. Feeling like a burden for having an injury is not something that happens to normal people. But when you live with Walburga Black, the punishment might be worse than the pain.

"Because you shouldn't have had to."

That was the sad truth wasn’t it? No child should be forced to deal with their pain alone. To bottle it all up and walk on a broken foot. But Regulus never dealt with pain. He just learned to live with it.

This is what he’s been doing his entire life, why change it now? "James, I'll be fine."

Clearly annoyed with how nonchalant Regulus is about all this, James continues to argue with Regulus. "Go back to bed."

"I'm fine James," Regulus repeats, frustrated with why James can't just see it his way. He'll be fine.

"I want to take care of you. This isn't a burden to me." His voice sounded so vulnerable.

“James, seriously. I’m fine.” Regulus hopes that will be the last time he says those words, hoping James will just let it go.

James sighs and turns back over to the stove, pouring more batter into the pan. Regulus thinks he's given up until he speaks again. “I'm taking you to the hospital after we eat.”

“Really Jam—"

“Yes." He leaves no room for argument, immediately asking Regulus, "Chocolate chips or blueberries?” He was just as stubborn as his mother. But Regulus couldn’t deny how loved he felt, or how hungry he was.

Regulus rolls his eyes, “Blueberries.”

[raelynnteam]

Update: please see the pinned post. We don't need to reblog this post right now

Jaina Raelynn (doc #409738) has been falsely accused of misconduct and forcibly removed from the other trans prisoners and allies who support her and keep her safe.

She is on hunger strike until she is returned to her unit where she is safe. The prison claims they moved her for her safety, but they are putting her at risk.  She is currently on day four of her hunger strike, and it as risk of severe medical complications.

Call Stafford Creek Correctional Facility on Wednesday 6/14 and ask them to move Jaina back to her original unit now.

Call (360) 537-1800

Superintendent Jason Bennett: dial option 3 then 6

Associate superintendent Karen Arnold dial option 3 then 5 then 1

The voicemail messages have the wrong name, but you are dialing the correct people.  

Use this script on your call:

"Hello, my name is [name] and I am a community member who is concerned for the health and safety of Jaina Raelynn, doc # 409738.  I am aware that she is on a hunger strike and won't eat again until she knows she is moved to where she feels safe.  She needs to be moved to the same pod, with access to the same dayroom, as Ashley Raelynn (896177) and Pharaoh Grayson (807868). I do not believe she will be safe anywhere else."

Please see the pinned post for more details.

Use the hastag #helpjaina to share when you call!

If you're seeing this on Thursday, please still do call! If it's after that, check the pinned post for updates first.

[the-moth-archives]

☾Hugs n Cuddles - Moon Knight System☾

Type: Fluff, small hunt/comfort for Marc

Word Count: 537

Notes: hello !! first I would like to say thank you for all the love on my previous post !! it makes me so happy that other people like my stuff !! I'd also like to announce that I have made character playlists for both Steven and Mark !! I will drop the Spotify scans at the end of the blog :D also i'll have a Ghost the Band fic in queue for those who found me thought that !! thank you all !!

i personally think the Moon Knight system is obsessed with cuddles and being closed to someone in general. all those years being lonely and being treated terribly makes them all crave attention but some of them are more scared of that affection.

Steven is not scared of physical contact and is over the moon when you touch him. sometimes when he has a bad day and sees you laying on the couch or bed, he olympic dives straight into you. if Steven was a cat, he’d be purring constantly and would never shut up. 

he mostly likes sleeping on top of you in someway. sometimes he goes completely dead weight on your back and woild stay there, if you’d let him. if you can’t handle too much weight on you, no worries! he can opt out for laying in your chest with his leg wrapped above yours like a body pillow. 

Jake is in the middle between physical contact but once he’s used to you and you get closer, he’s also just as clingy. if you’re shorter than him, he likes to drape himself on you like a coat. if you’re taller, he’s strapped to your back. he mostly likes to hold you, pressing you close to his side as you fall asleep or watch something on the TV

where ever you stand with your back turned to him, he always comes up to you and snakes his arms around you, pushing his face into your neck and smelling you. speaking of that, he loves how you smell; he’ll buy you scarfs so you can wear them for a bit, get your smell on it, then he takes it and wears it when he’s out and you’re not with him.

Marc definitely took a long time but you were so patient and so gentle with him. the first time you actually got to hug him was through Steven - you and Steven were cuddling on the couch when suddenly his body got really tense and a little shaky. you noticed it was Marc and you tried to pull away but he just kept you there. no words were exchanged the rest of the night. but after that night, he started opening up to your touch.

he LOVES when you cup his face. coo at him and he’ll melt in your hands. he loves noes kisses SO MUCH. he’s also obsessed with your smell. sometimes he likes to make a loud sniffing noise when he’s buried in your neck just to make you laugh and call him weird. you just smell like home to him. he also loves when you hold him no matter what size/hight you are, it makes him feel so safe. his favorite though is when he comes home late from his Moon Knight duties and he either lays his head on your chest when you’re on your back OR curl himself into you when you’re on your side. his favorite, FAVORITE, thing that you do is when you quietly sit together as you cup his face and run your thumbs up and down his cheeks or just rubbing his face in general. he just really likes his face touched.

pls just pet them all

^ the playlists !! warning, the songs are pretty sad :(

[romysradio]

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - R.C.

summary - No one understands what you see in Rafe

warnings - not proofread, Rafe being Rafe?, mentions of alcohol, fighting (barely)

wc - 537

A/N - I'm back from the dead!!! I’ve been wanting to write for the last few months but I was feeling so uninspired hence the lack of content. Anyway, I don't love how this came out but I've been listening to TTPD a lot recently and I finally had the teeniest tiniest bit of inspiration and needed to take advantage of it so here it is lol

The dining room of the Island Club was filled with quiet chatter, a few parties scattered among the tables. Your freshly manicured fingers gently twisted the stem of your cocktail glass, your eyes tracing the forming beads of condensation as you absentmindedly listened to the conversation between two of your girlfriends. Glancing across the room to the bar, Topper and Kelce laughed boisterously at something your boyfriend said, no doubt something vulgar and indecent. 

Arrogance rolled off him in waves, his lack of consideration for his surroundings was evident. However, you couldn’t help the heat pooling between your legs. The signet ring adorning Rafe’s index finger gleamed as he lifted a glass of whiskey to his pink lips. His blue polo shirt, the one you had picked out for him, clung to his toned chest and arms.

You had been at the club for hours, having played a few matches of tennis with your friends in the morning before getting a late lunch while Rafe and his buddies played 18 holes. It was nearing dinner time, the horizon painted a kaleidoscope of reds, pinks, and oranges, and you were ready to call it a day. A soft sigh left your lips as you turned back to the conversation at the table, briefly catching your friends’ expressions as they traced your gaze to the men at the bar.

It was no secret your friends were not your boyfriend’s biggest fans. Sure, they would go to all of his house parties, snort his coke, drink his liquor, and go out on his boat when you invited them, but they weren’t exactly discreet about the fact that they thought you could do better than Rafe Cameron. They thought he was a spoiled, hotheaded drug addict, despite your best efforts to convince them otherwise.

They didn’t understand that you could fix him. They didn’t see the Rafe you saw. How passionate and hardworking he was, how gentle and considerate he could be when he wanted to. Your friends didn’t understand how deeply you two loved each other. Sure, Rafe could be a little rough around the edges, but people can change. Right?

“Anyway, you should have seen the skirt she was wearing, it was—“ your friend’s words were drowned out by a sudden commotion by the bar.

All three of your heads snapped in the direction of the noise, vision filling with Rafe’s towering form crowding a man sitting at the bar as they loudly exchanged heated words.

A dry chuckle fell from Rafe’s lips, his blue eyes narrowing. “You wanna say that one more time, buddy? Huh?” His strong arms quickly came up, shoving the older man off his chair.

You gasped at the interaction, quickly abandoning the table and rushing over to your boyfriend. The man began to raise his voice at Rafe when you tried to intervene, attempting to slot yourself in between them before things escalated further.

Your friends peeled their eyes from the unfolding mess in front of them to exchange a look, pity covering their features. “God help her.” One of them muttered as you apologized profusely to the other gentleman, trying to pull a still-yelling Rafe away from him and out of the room.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Augusnippets Day 15: Starvation

cw: drugging, substance dependency, starvation, emeto, sorta dehumanization, dissociation, nonsexual nudity, vague deathwish

previous // next

for the @augusnippets challenge // word count: 537

=~=~=

He can no longer sit up on his own.

Too weak. In the sparse moments where he's coherent enough to think, the spy knows they're tapering off his rations. Hunger crawls up from his stomach like a swarm of ants, leeching what little strength remains.

He It is always trapped in a haze, but the haze is no longer big enough. It aches all day, unable to even sleep until someone brings another water bottle. Pain consumes its leg, hunger shivers in its bones. When guards pass by, it begs them for water, not food, wanting only to numb it all.

Sometimes they comply, but it's rarely enough. Are they taking away its relief too? Or has it built a tolerance to the drug?

(the thought terrifies the spy when he can comprehend it; the thought of never returning to himself)

It can hardly move. It doesn't want to move. When the stubborn thing inside tries to lift its head, there is only dizziness, more pain, a fleeting fear that this may be the end.

The creature wants none of that. No thoughts, no senses, only the drug that allows it to sleep.

They bring it water and it drinks and nothing happens. No fog, no sudden emptiness. It whimpers into the concrete for hours or days.

The bring it water and it drinks.

(no food)

It can't stop shivering, nausea twisting its empty stomach.

(why can't you do something why can't you move why couldn't you have held fast)

They don't bring it water.

Two guards, it can see them through hazy vision. Its eyes hurt, its head aches.

(this is different)

They grab its arms, dragging it out of the cell, bad leg howling, utter agony, creature howling with it, voice weak

(pathetic, could've ran, could've done something)

the movement and pain and nausea and dizziness are all too much after it's been allowed to feel nothing for so long and it heaves up nothing, bile on its tongue, tears in its eyes. They drag it somewhere and it hurts it hurts it hurts.

(could've turned it down)

would've died

(would've been better)

They have to hold it up, hands around and under its arms. Someone else is talking at it, but it doesn't matter. It hurts and it's cold, colder than the cell was.

(when did they take his clothes?)

It tries to vomit again, left with a sour string of spit clinging to its chin. Over, it just wants it to be over, just wants it to—

Its head jerks up so quickly it sees spots when it hears the snap of a bottle opening. The new person is holding it out

(smirking)

It tries to reach for the bottle, can't shake itself free of the hands, trapped. It can't make sense of the stream of words pouring from its mouth, but it can't stop them either.

pleasepleasepleaesithurtspleaseithurts

(you were supposed to be better than this you were supposed to endure–)

The man laughs.

“Damn. Guess you really can do a number on a guy without lifting a finger.” He screws the cap back on, ignoring the creature's despairing whine.

“Put him back for now. I think he's almost ready for some questions.”

[niki-phoria]

hi! can i request a song!fic with jake x male reader to electric touch by taylor swift? like a leap of faith into relationship idol au maybe

AND I WANT YOU NOW, WANNA NEED YOU FOREVER

pairing: sim jake x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 537

notes: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it <33 reader is implied to be an idol, friends to ??, not proofread !! title from taylor swift - electric touch

your skin feels like it’s on fire - though you suppose it always does whenever SIM JAKE touches you. your heart beats erratically in your chest as he traces his thumb against your knuckles. tucked away in the safety of a company van under the cover of darkness, he chuckles. “what’s on your mind?”

you sigh, relaxing back against the faux leather cushions. truthfully, your mind is so full of “what if” thoughts and bounds of anxiety you aren’t sure where to begin. after a few moments of quiet deliberation, you settle for a simple, “just work.”

jake hums in understanding. his grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly, and in turn, sends another shiver running down your spine. “anything in particular?”

“nothing worth sharing.” with your admission, a comfortable silence falls over the car. in the dim lighting, you shift to study jake’s features. the moonlight illuminates a few stray acne scars decorating his cheeks. your gaze shifts across each mole and scar. a pair of thin-framed, black glasses sits near the edge of his nose. 

your cheeks burn in surprise when jake turns to face you, but you refuse to look away. he smiles; his eyes crinkle up in the corners and deep smile lines temporarily indent into his cheeks. “like what you see?” he teases.

“what if i do?” you ask, shifting ever so closer.

jake’s smile grows. you can feel yourself tempting fate as the distance between you grows shorter. “then why haven’t you done something about it?”

he knows why. the possibility of getting caught is too high; your careers would be ruined; you technically aren’t even allowed to date according to the contract you had signed when you started training. but when you’re looking into jake’s eyes, illuminated by the moonlight, dangerously close to his lips, you can’t seem to find it in yourself to care. 

you can almost hear your heartbeat drumming in your ears. swallowing your anxiety, you hesitantly lean in closer until your nose brushes against jake’s. there’s still enough time for either of you to pull away. for you to laugh off this interaction as a mistake - a joke taken just a little too far. 

but instead you whisper, “are you sure you want to do this?”

your heart skips a beat in your chest when jake raises his hand, gently stroking his thumb against your cheek. “of course i want this. i want to be with you.” he pauses, leaning in a little closer. “do you?”

instead of responding verbally, you lean forward until your lips crash into jake’s. his breath hitches in surprise for a second before he’s kissing you back, feverishly leaning in even closer. his hand travels from resting against your cheek to rest against your shoulder before his arms wrap around your neck. 

jake pulls away first, pressing his forehead against your own. your lungs burn as you catch your breath. you can vaguely taste the strawberry chapstick he had applied earlier that day. 

“i’ll take that as a yes,” jake chuckles. 

“shut up.” you can’t help yourself as you roll your eyes, playfully swatting at his shoulder before his hands are on your cheeks again, pulling you into yet another kiss. 

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too much ✩ kylian mbappé

KYLIAN MBAPPÉ X NON FAMOUS! READER

you get a lot of hate online and kylian is tired of seeing you suffering

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ynusername today was such a good day 😄👍🏻

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ynhater1 whore

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mbappefan1 don’t worry about the bad comments, y/n!! you are pretty and an amazing person.

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ynhater4 💩💩☠️

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mbapperfan1 why are you mean to her? I can't understand, she never did anything wrong.

⤷ mbappefan2 i can’t understand either, she makes kylian so happy.

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ynhater1 even the cat wants to run away from you

ynhater2 how do you manage to look ugly in every single picture? ☠️

ynhater3 kylian deserves better

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mbappefan1 if you guys really like kylian you wouldn’t be saying things like that about his girlfriend

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⤷ ynusername you guys never let me forget that, thank you :)

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k.mbappe The most beautiful girl with the purest heart I have ever met in my entire life. I really can't understand why such a nice person is treated so poorly by some of you, please don't say you are my fan if you treat the people I love in the most insensitive and ridiculous way possible. I don’t even have words to define the way this woman shows her love for me, the way she makes me feel like the luckiest man in the world, and the way she made me feel truly understood for the first time. I just want to ask you to see what an amazing woman I have by my side, I am sure that if you get to know a little bit more about her, you will know the reasons why i fell in love. And finally, Y/N, I love you even without love, as if this is all so big, so great, so absurd, that it almost isn't. I love you in such an impossible way.

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ynusername thank u for making me feel loved and comfortable with myself, i love you forever and ever.

antonelaroccuzzo 🥰❤️

mbappefan1 you are amazing, y/n!!!! 💗

mbappefan2 stay strong, y/n. kylian loves and cares about you!

ethanmbappe proud to have you as my sis 😍 @ynusername

neymarjr don’t pay attention to the comments of haters, y/n. we all know what an amazing woman you are ❤️

mbappefan3 it’s so important that kylian talked about it, very happy for them both 🥰

antogriezmann 😍👏🏻

notes: hope y’all liked it!! 🫶🏻

[hauntedhokage]

kiss prompt: kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference from this list

word count: 537

The building’s elevator had been under maintenance for a few days, so the stairwell was where you were more likely to see your neighbors due to the time it took all of you to brave the stairs back up to your homes - or prepare to do so by chatting in the lobby. The professional soccer player who lived across the hall from you was no exception to the need to prepare to climb the stairs, which was how you ended up with him carrying your grocery bag for you this afternoon as he followed you up the stairs. He’d been idly going through his mail by the door to the stairwell when you’d walked by with a greeting, your bag transferring from your hand to his when he held it out without either of you putting too much thought into it. 

This had become the new routine with the elevator down; he didn’t want to climb the stairs alone after practicing all day and you didn’t want to carry your stuff up the few flights of stairs, so your cute neighbor and friend would always wait for you in the evenings. It really was no different than when the elevator was working - unless otherwise communicated between the two of you, Oliver was always hanging out in the lobby when you came home so he could chat with you on the way up to your homes. 

“How’s the latest round of girlfriends?” you ask over your shoulder, earning a snort from Oliver as he continues to climb the stairs behind you. Always behind you since his thighs started to get sore around this time so he moved slower - but always teased that he just didn’t want you checking out his ass. “Or are you still taking time off from dating?”

“Still on hiatus,” he responds, and you don’t have to turn around to see the smirk on his face that went with his tone. He was proud of himself. “Trying to prove myself worthy of my true goal girlfriend.”

“She’s not impressed by the two week hiatus?”

“I don’t think she’s caught on to being my goal.” His answer has you stopping on the stairs, turning around to face him only to be eye to eye with him for once - and feeling just a bit taller than him. It was cute seeing him look up at you, even if just barely. “I guess my cute neighbor is kinda oblivious.”

You don’t even think before leaning in, your mouth connecting with his in a tender kiss. Your hand continues to grip the railing for stability as his arm snakes around your waist to pull you in closer, a satisfied hum leaving him when your teeth graze his bottom lip. If you’d known you had been the reason he was slowing down the carousel of women through his door, you would’ve kissed him sooner, and you make sure to tell him as much when you finally pull away. 

“I stopped all that after we had the almost kiss, you’re a smart woman so I figured you’d put the pieces together.” His response has you sighing, but doesn’t stop you from leaning in to kiss him again. “Dinner tonight? I’ll cook.”

[danikamariewrites]

Could I possibly request a fluffy Rhys x reader celebrating his birthday?

I found out that Rhys’ birthday is November 20 and he is one of the very few in the SJM universe where we actually know what their zodiac signs are lol

Happy Birthday

Rhys x reader

A/n: I also just found out it’s Rhys’s bday so cheers to the bday boy!

Warnings: suggestive, fluff

Rhys reached out for you, wrapping his arms around your middle to pull you on top of him. You giggle and place small kisses on his neck.

Your mate squeezes you to his chest. “Good morning my love.” Rhys mumbles out. “Happy birthday Rhys.” You sit up, straddling his hips and tracing his face with your fingers. You look down at him with a small smile pulling at the corner of your lips.

Love twinkling in your eyes as you drink him in. Your mate. Husband. Love of your life. The most powerful high lord. And he’s all yours. You planned on appreciating him all day making sure he knew how special and loved he truly is.

“I can’t believe the Mother blessed me with you 537 years ago. I love you baby, so gods damn much.” Rhys is beaming up at you with that same soft, loving look. He gently grabbed your wrist turning his face to press a kiss to your palm.

“Thank you darling. I love you too, more than you’ll ever know.” You lean down to press your lips to his full ones. It starts slow, sending an overwhelming amount of love down the bond.

Before the kiss can get heated you move across his cheek, down his jaw and neck. You trail your tongue down his torso, kissing and nipping at him down to the band of his boxers.

—

After your euphoric morning in bed you took a bath together where you pampered Rhys. Washing his hair and giving him a massage.

You had Cassian and Azriel take Rhys out for brunch. You wanted them to avoid the cabin since you were setting up for the two of you tonight.

Elain and the twins were making his cake, Feyre was helping you with decorating, while Mor and Amren went to pick up his gifts.

You paused for a moment to take in the hustle and bustle of the house. Everyone is happy. Like there isn’t a single thing to worry about.

Good. They all deserve peace after everything the family has been through. Especially Rhys. You didn’t think he’d be here for this. You didn’t think you’d ever see him again.

You felt tears pricking your eyes. You wipe them with the back of your hand, placing one of Rhys’s many cards on the mantle.

Feyre wraps an arm around you pulling you from your thoughts as you adjust the other cards. “Y/n, what’s wrong?” You look at her, a wide grin on your lips. “Nothing, I swear. I’m just…I’m really happy. Thank you for all your help today it means a lot.”

You hug each other tight. “I’m happy to help. He deserves a good birthday.” Pulling back from Feyre you give her another smile. “I’m happy you’re here Fey.” “Me too.” She whispered.

—

The boys came home around sunset. From their overly joyous attitude you could tell they had a fun time going on their bar crawl of Velaris.

Dinner was a wonderful time. The twins out did themselves with the meal, Elain’s cake was delicious, and the toast his brothers gave brought tears to your eyes. You could tell Rhys felt loved surrounded by his friends and family.

He wraps an arm around you placing a kiss on your temple. “Thank you. All of you. I am truly grateful for you all sticking by me through everything. And to you, my mate,” he says sweetly staring at you with unending adoration. “You celebrate me every day but today you’ve gone above and beyond! Thank you darling.” His lips meet yours in a soft kiss.

“If anyone deserves it it’s you baby. To Rhys!” You say raising your wine glass. “To Rhys!” Everyone around the table cheers, raising their own glasses and taking large swigs of their drinks.

As the night started to wind down and everyone headed to bed you kept Rhys in the living room. Standing from the couch you hold his hands, pulling him up. You give Rhys a mischievous smirk. “What are you up to my little vixen?” He teases. “You’ll see.” You tease back.

Darkness envelopes the two of you, transporting you through space and time to your home away from home. Rhys looked around seeing the ambiance you had spent all afternoon setting up. He smirks down at you again. “Is this my second gift of the evening?” He drawls.

You let out a hum, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I grabbed a few bottles of the good wine, why don’t you go to the bedroom and get ready for me, yeah?” Rhys growled with anticipation. “Anything you say darling.” Walking down the hall Rhys throws a smirk at you over his shoulder that tells you not to take too long. You smirk back as he uses magic to slowly shut the door. Seductively unbuttoning his tunic as he disappears. You had never rushed through the kitchen faster.

[yurislotusgarden]

Hii! could I request ranpo and chuuya with a fem s/o who makes cute bento boxes for their lunch at work? (I was curious on how this would go, feel free to add any details you want!)

My bento!

ʚїɞ Separately! Nakahara Chuuya, Ranpo Edogawa, Sigma x F!Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ word count: 1764 (Chuuya - 537, Ranpo - 664, Sigma - 561)

ʚїɞ Have Sigma as an extra bcs my ass forgot it was meant to be Ranpo instead of him after I was done with Chuuya's part

ʚїɞ Tw’s: None! Just pure fluff, pet names are used (barely), reader’s gender is not specified that much

Nakahara Chuuya!

ཐིཋྀ He loves the bentos so much, well more like the fact that you take time to make them for him

ཐིཋྀ Tries to always eat them

ཐིཋྀ Once, when you started making them, he didn’t eat the food because he was so busy that day, and when he had a little free time, Chuuya decided it was a better idea to go on a stress smoke break (He tries to limit smoking to the minimum he can if you don’t like smoking/the fact that he does it. He knows it’s because you care about his health)

ཐིཋྀ It ended with you fussing over him eating almost nothing that day and he doesn’t like causing you stress or making you worry so he makes sure to eat those bentos😭

ཐིཋྀ He may be an executive but this man is not embarrassed at all to eat those bentos in front of people, no matter how colorful or cutesy the food looks

ཐིཋྀ Food is food, he’s not gonna not eat cause you to worry just because the bento is one that doesn’t look like someone like him would eat

///////////////

“Lad, may I ask where do you get those bentos from?”

It was a long time since Kouyou noticed Chuuya’s bentos, and she tried to ignore just how much she wanted to try one. The only reason why she didn’t is because she doesn’t know where he is getting them from.

The young woman looked at many shops in Yokohama and saw a few places with similar bentos, but it was easy to see that none of the stores were the ones where Chuuya kept getting his lunch from.

…She really wanted one for herself, especially with how obvious it was that they were delicious, kept quiet about it tho.

Chuuya turned towards the older woman, whom he came to see as an older sister over the years.

“They’re not bought from a shop.”

“You don’t buy them?”

“Not a single one of them. Actually,-”

Kouyou was confused. Where did he get a bento from every single day? She knows the younger of the two probably wouldn’t bother spending his free time making food for lunch definitely a day before, even if he did, it wouldn’t be so colorful or detailed. There were even rice balls decorated as bears and stuff, it obviously took time to make one. But if he wasn’t buying them,  then the only other option that came to her mind was-

“- [Name] makes them for me.”

“She does?”

“Yeah, and she’s yet to make one I dislike.”

It all makes sense now to the red-haired woman. You have more free time most of the time compared to Chuuya, and you were probably aware of the eating habits he had before.

The fact that you take time, quite a lot it seems if Kouyou was to guess, the bentos are even detailed, in a very cute style if she was to say, made a smile appear on her face.

“Mhm, you wanna try?”

“How could I refuse such an offer?”

The food was even better than she thought. Kouyou made a mental note to ask you if you would have a problem with making two bentos from time to time.

Edogawa Ranpo!

ཐིཋྀ Another reason as to why he’s dating you -you give extra homemade sweets to the Bentos-

ཐིཋྀ He doesn’t even need to try to remember to eat it because he ends up eating it before lunch anyway -the reason behind you making more than one bento usually-

ཐིཋྀ He fucking boasts to everyone about the food😭

ཐིཋྀ “See what I have here? HAHA! Something you don’t and probably never will!” ← totally not Ranpo to anyone else -and totally not him to Dazai and Atsushi about the fact that they will probably never have homemade food like him-

ཐིཋྀ Don’t make the bentos with him in the kitchen unless you have prepared double the amount of food you plan to use. He uses any opportunity to snack on the not-ready-yet bentos

ཐིཋྀ BUT! He will share with you if he notices you’re hungry or just generally wanna eat it <3

///////////////

“C’mon give me just a little piece!”

“Nope! [Name] made it for me! Make your own if you want a bento at work, Yosano-san!”

“I can’t make such a bento Ranpo-san!”

“Not my problem!”

With a pout, the brunette turned his chair away, trying to eat his food in peace. It’s one of his favorite bentos! You put his favorites in this one! The only thing he doesn’t like in it is the veggies which Ranpo would ignore or throw out but he knows that he won’t get his favorite candy made by you anytime soon if he does (the others will snitch if he throws them out, especially Dazai and Yosano they did that the one and only time he did so. He learned a lesson from that after you didn’t cook his favorite like you said you would that morning)

Ranpo could practically feel the eye-roll done by Yosano. “It’s not like it’s the only bento you had today.” It’s true, he ate a similar one 2 hours earlier. “Doesn’t matter. It’s my bento either way.” A sigh came from the woman.

And right when one would think his problem was solved, another arrived. 

“Ranpo-san! What an interesting bento you have there!”

“Go away Dazai. I’m not giving you a single piece of my food!”

“Oh c’mon! You can spare a little!”

“Nope! Especially not when it’s [Name]’s cooking!”

Seriously, can’t they leave him alone? He knows your cooking is good, everyone at the agency knows that! But he wishes that you’d never let Dazai taste your food. The bandaged man has horrible eating habits, you both know that, and yet he always tries to get his hands on Ranpo’s bentos. The audacity!

Ranpo could tell that Dazai's annoying mouth was about to open again before someone interrupted him.

"I can make bentos for you too if you like them so much, Dazai-san"

Isn't that his angel who came to visit him at his oh-so-tiring job? Lovely timing, if Ranpo was to say, but there was one problem.

Among ‘hello’s and ‘hi’s from others upon noticing you, gasps could be heard, from 2 men specifically.

"You would do that for me?!"

"Excuse me?!"

What is this?! There's no way that you’re gracing anyone else with the perfection that are your his bentos!

“Hm?” It’s easy to see for anyone in the room that you were confused.

“[Name]-chan, if you could be so nice, could I ask for a bento with cra-”

“No no no! Shut up Dazai! She’s not making you any bentos! In your dreams!”

In the end, while Ranpo and Dazai at first thought that you wouldn’t make the taller brunette a bento after your conversation at that moment, you indeed did as a surprise. 

The best detective in the world didn’t like that but he allowed you to after bribing him and reminding him that if you can get Dazai to eat, you will, no matter if Ranpo will allow you to make a bento for him or not.

Dazai's happy scream the next day could probably be heard throughout the whole building.

Sigma!

ཐིཋྀ He didn’t think he’d be able to adore you more than he already does, and yet you found a way to make him do so

ཐིཋྀ He tries to eat the bentos every day but it isn’t that rare that he forgets about eating altogether when faced with a mountain of paperwork or problems in the casino

ཐིཋྀ He loves how they look and taste. He, at one point, will ask if you can teach him how to cook. Like not even necessarily a bento, just to learn since he doesn’t want the kitchen to end up in flames one day, he’s aware he sucks at cooking

ཐིཋྀ He probably would be a little embarrassed by eating it. Not because of how colorful or cutesy they are, but because of the looks he gets from people who see it. 

ཐིཋྀ The stares aren’t criticizing or anything, others just don’t expect that their boss/the manager of the casino would eat food that looks like that

ཐིཋྀ Someone was probably jealous because he has homemade bentos like that and they have some store-bought sandwiches 💀

///////////////

“It’s mine actually. Sorry, I forgot to take this from here earlier.”

The man standing in front of the bar was shocked.

He’s been sitting there and drinking not too much for some time now. At one point he noticed the bartender taking out a bento from under the bar, the lid see-through enough to see the food inside. He has to say, the detail and overall look were very cute, it definitely took time to make it look so.

The man had thought that the bento was made by someone for the bartender (In his mind it was a fair thought as he didn’t think that one could buy a bento like that anywhere close to a place like this. Especially if you work there).

The slightly shorter man changed his thought upon noticing that the bartender didn’t touch the food he had taken out (later on the lunch break he took out something else to eat)

Around 2 hours after the lunch break, -the bento still untouched, he noticed- the man decided to finally ask, curiosity winning over after all the time spent at the bar seat.

“Excuse me, who is the owner of the bento? I couldn’t help but notice that it hasn’t been touched at all.”

And he really chose the worst time to ask that question didn’t he? Right as the person to whom the bento belonged to, came.

“I-It’s yours sir?”

“Yes, why?”

How is he supposed to answer? That he didn’t think that such a cute-looking bento -that if he could he would consider stealing, it looks delicious and definitely better than his sandwich- can belong to the ever so stoic and calm manager of the sky casino?

“No reason! Was just that curious, that’s all! after all, the bento was lying here for the past, almost, 3 hours by now.”

“Ah, understandable then”

The bi-colored-haired man turned to the bartender, who was already giving the box over to him.

“Thank you for keeping it here for me, Shuichi-kun”

“no problem, Sigma-san. [Name]-san also told me to tell you-”

Yeah, the man needs a break from the confusion and shock for the next week.

And Sigma? He’s just happy you leave the bentos somewhere he can take them from when you know he’s busy.

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