#word count: 864

[drowning-in-cacophony]

endlessly running from you

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial Prompt 262: Run Far And Fast

[Summary: a woman tries to outrun her chasers once more] [cw: being chased with sinister intention]

It’d been just off Route Twenty Two that she’d been caught for the first time. Hands that had seared like brands, and even now she finds herself compulsively checking for the marks that must linger, mercury bright against dark skin. Fingers that had clawed, lips that had ran rivers of promises, slick down her ears like the blood the sound had wrenched from her lungs, unable to stand in their harp-vibrations without violent consequences. She’d managed to worm a way free from that, though only they’d know how she’d done it and only she’d understand why – but the problem with the why being unknowable had been now she was something curious. Something fascinating. They’d want her like an entomologist wants a bug: splayed out, limbs pinned, catalogued and framed. She’d run to escape them and in the end sealed herself into some eternal world where the sun would never really break; sunbeams are the dawn of a new day, and hers had been doomed to something she’d never shake that moment her foot had scrubbed dirt into the embers.

That’s her now. Run far, run fast.

Again and again, no matter how many times they get their gleaming eyes tearing into her skin.

The river is freezing when she plunges into it, icy fingers that stab right to her bones and almost make her shout out. Instead, teeth meet fragile lips, blood bursting bright and red against her tongue’s tip. Last time, they’d held her hand. Rested their scorching mouths against her skin, cried when she’d pointed out how it stung. Criticism burns harsher for some of them, and her eyes had wept too but like a wave to cleanse out the fire rather than out of emotion. There’s no marks on her hands either; she sees them as clear as what she knows she felt on her arms.

Determinedly, she pushes through the blizzard in shape of water, gritting her teeth as the current brushes against her hip bones like a race car smacking into the barrier. The woods clatter behind her, trunks groaning their own sympathies out for her as their desperate intentions pull apart the trees’ atoms in their never-ending pursuit. She keeps fording forward, never looking back. Only forward. Only ever forward.

On the bank, she hauls herself up and shivers madly. Her socks stick uncomfortably, her shoes sodden marshes bound to her feet, and that’s what she concentrates on. Not the scream of the bark behind her, the rivers sudden choppy unease. Her shoes, the wetness, and the fact that her frigid calves will warm plenty when she starts running.

So she does. Fast and far, shoving through the second half of the forest which seems to wait in dreadful anticipation and reluctance. These trees don’t want to end up like their fellows across the waves. Maybe they want her gone from their bounds, because the way she runs down so fast that everything’s a veritable blur is as clear as a fresh sky. No obstacles, roots cringing out of her way to make her exit smoother. Perhaps they know what it’s like, to be studied and marked out and commodified. Maybe they just hope her chasers will be kinder if they too have to run through here fast.

Something cracks, far behind her but too close for comfort. She runs faster.

The trees break for a road. A dirt path one, a steep side bank to stand upon and peer down. A step wrong, she’d plummet to the ground and lie in a pile waiting for them to scoop her up with all their fussing concern. That’d happened last time, a wrong step that’d sent her flying and broken. It’d been bitterness that had stained her lungs worse than a smokers, because then they’d caught her again; it’d been a dark humour that it was down to their efforts in healing her that she’d been able to slip away and take off again.

She doesn’t waste time on thinking when there’s a flash of headlights, somewhere down the mouth of the back-road. She looks at the drop and makes her move, because last time she’d fallen and this time she intends to not-so-gracefully stumble down. Her ankles bite, her palms get scratched to hell. A tree root juts out just in the right place: the trees, once again coming in with the assist. They scrape her knee to blood as payment, the dark smudge on the root like a badge.

The car comes in, headlights bouncing up as they hit a root’s swell under the road. Maybe it’s the same root she’s just paid, because the lights cast down perfectly to her face on their fall.

From there, it’s a story she’s played before. She’s got it down to a minute now.

Run far, and run fast. The car’s engine squeals under her aggressive smack to the acceleration. Something loose in the back rolls, hitting the car door; its owner lies somewhere behind, tucked into a tree’s shadow. That and the blood: the sign they will take before chasing her further.

Her scratched fingers curl tight around the wheel.

This time, they’re not going to catch her again.

[faithshouseofchaos]

I bet you could do a good Lando or Danny learning was scary dog privileges in America are, like a shit girls have it rough but also proud to be the scary dog for their girl

-🐮

I went with Daniel for this because @vivwritesfics did a Lando one for somebody 😭

I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe — Daniel Ricciardo x reader

Fluff

Word count 864

Daniel wasn’t paying attention to what you and your friend were talking about. He was too busy paying attention to the UFC fight that was playing on the tv.

“…..For scary dog privileges right?” Daniel had heard you ask your friend over the phone.

“What did you say?” Daniel asked you. He was hoping you hadn’t caught him listening to your conversation.

You looked up from your phone smiling awkwardly, knowing you had forgotten that Daniel was in the room too. “Err… nothing!” you tried to wave off, but Daniel wouldn’t buy it.

Daniel paused the tv and turned his full attention to you. “No, tell me what you were just saying. “ Scary dog privileges…? “

You were taken aback by Daniel’s interest in the topic. You hesitated, wondering if you should explain it to him, ultimately you hung up the phone promising to call your friend back later.

Daniel studied your expression carefully as you thought about it, his own curiosity piqued.

Finally, you sighed and reluctantly began to explain. “Okay… so there’s this thing in the US…” you started.

Daniel leaned in closer, listening intently. “…called “scary dog privileges”.” You said slowly, watching Daniel’s reaction.

He raised an eyebrow, his curiosity growing. “Go on..” he said, his eyes fixed on you. You tried to downplay the entire thing, chuckling nervously. “It’s just a silly thing women in America do..” you chuckled. “But basically, it’s when people have a big, intimidating dog and use it as a way to feel safer.”

Daniel looked at you skeptically. “Feel safer from what?” he asked. You shrugged “just… being approached or something. “

Daniel narrowed his eyes, not quite understanding. “So people with scary dogs feel safer?” he asked.

You nodded “yeah... kinda.” you paused before continuing. “It’s like a subtle way to signal to strangers that you shouldn’t mess with them.”

Daniel thought about it for a few moments, still not quite getting it. “So… people with scary dogs get special privileges then?” he asked.

You chuckled and shook your head. “No, it’s not really like that… it’s just..” you paused and smiled. “It’s just a little thing a lot of us women do… especially when we’re walking alone. for safety”

Daniel’s eyes widened “So women use scary dogs to feel safe?” he asked, finally understanding.

You nodded “yeah.. something like that.”

Daniel looked a bit worried “Do you feel safe walking alone?” he asked, concerned in his voice.

You shrugged “ I mean.. sometimes..”

Daniel looked at you, clearly not satisfied with that answer. “What do you mean sometimes??” he asked, his protectiveness kicking in. You chuckled lightly, appreciating his concern. “Daniel, I’m fine.” you patted his leg reassuringly.

Daniel looked at you, still worried. “But aren’t there dangerous people out there? What do you do if someone tries something?” he asked, imagining all sorts of scenarios. “That’s it I’m getting you a dog for when I’m not home” Daniel says.

You laugh at his words, half expecting him to say something like that. “A dog?” you ask.

Daniel nods, his expression serious. “Yeah, a dog. A big, scary one.” You roll your eyes playfully “a big, scary one?” you repeat. “And why do I need a big, scary one?”

Daniel’s expression softened as he spoke. “I just want you to feel safe when I’m not around. And a dog might help with that.” You chuckle, touched by his concern. “You don’t think I can handle myself?”

Daniel looks slightly sheepish “I’m sure you can..” he trailed off before giving you a smirk. “But it wouldn’t hurt to have some extra protection I love you way too much to see you get hurt”

Daniel grins excitedly, already planning it out in his mind. “I’ll find one. Probably a German Shepherd or a Doberman or something like that. They’re supposed to be really protective dogs.”

You raise an eyebrow, both amused and a bit overwhelmed by his enthusiasm. “And I bet you’re going to name it something tough, like ‘Zeus’ or ‘Spartacus’ or something like that, right?” you joke.

Daniel laughs “Actually, I was thinking ‘Max’.”

You playfully swat his shoulder “The same name as your best friend and ex-teammate??”

“Hey, Max is a great name for a dog!” Daniel protested.

You roll your eyes again, still smiling. “Alright, alright. So you’re going to get me a big, scary dog named Max?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” Daniel says with a satisfied nod. “And it’ll be the best damn guard dog ever.”

You shake your head, chuckling. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“Yeah, but you love me for it.” Daniel grins, leaning in to place a kiss on your forehead. You sigh dramatically “ Unfortunately, I do..”

Daniel gives you a mock offended look “hey, I’m a great boyfriend!” “Oh, I know you are.” You pat his hand gently, humoring him. “ But you’re also kinda crazy.”

“But you love the crazy part, don’t you?” Daniel teased, pulling you closer. “Maybe a little..” you admit, snuggling into his side.

“A little?” Daniel laughs.

“Okay, a lot.” you chuckle. “But only because it’s you.” “Damn right it’s because it’s me.” Daniel grins, resting his chin on top of your head. “And you know I’d do anything to keep you safe.”

“ I know.” You say smiling.

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[c0nfessions-of-a-writing-freak]

One Last Spar

Pairing: Robby Keene x Fem!Reader

Word count: 864

Summary: After a long day of practice you're ready to go home before you get in trouble for being out too late, though Robby has other ideas as he tries to pull you in for one last spar.

Bingo: @eclipsingbingo with the square 'Make Me'

*Gif does not belong to me

"Are you leaving?" Robby wondered as he saw you walking around the dojo, picking your stuff up off the floor and stuffing it into your bag. You and him were the last two in the dojo apart from his dad who was in his office trying to get some paperwork done which he normally discarded.

"Hm?" You hummed before the question registered, looking up to see your boyfriend sitting on the floor and stretching out his legs. Only recently had you started taking lessons with Robby, taking a bit of convincing before you finally relented and started training with him. Now, the two of you could always be found sparring together if you were both at the dojo, normally just messing around when you were together. "Yeah, it's starting to get late and I don't want my mum to get worried."

"I'm sure she wouldn't mind waiting a little bit longer," Robby mused as he jumped to his feet, going after you. Waiting to see what he was going to do, you allow Robby to worm your bag out of your hands, the luggage being discarded off to the side before Robby was stood before you, a soft smile on his face. "We have time for one more round."

"I don't know Robby," You muttered, unsure if this was the best idea. Knowing your mum, she would be spamming your phone soon with hundreds of messages and calls if you didn't say something soon. As you stared at Robby standing across from you, you felt your resolve slowly start to break away, though you didn't let him know that just yet. "It's going to take me a while to get home, I shouldn't waste any more time here."

"I'll drive you home," Robby quickly interjected, his mind set on the idea of one last spar.

"You don't have a licence," You point out with a deadpan, knowing where this was heading. Going to get your bag, you begin walking off the mat and towards your belongings.

"They don't have to know that," Robby said, quickly shuffling in your way to cut you off from grabbing your stuff. Instead, he scooped your hands up in his, a glowing smile on his face as he looked down on you. "Come on, this will be the last one."

"You said that last time," You said with a soft giggle and a shake of your hand, trying to move past Robby only for him to block you off again, not allowing you to get past. Your brows pinched together as you tried again to step past only for Robby to slide in your way. "Robby that's enough. I need to go so get out of my way."

"Make me," The words fell from Robby's lips, a fire in his eyes as he challenged you. Your lips thin together, eyes narrowing at Robby and for a few moments, he thought he might have pissed you off until both of your hands snap out of his, one launching up to try and hit him in the face. The actions were blocked but only by a hair, your fist inches away from his cheek. "Woah," Robby could only whisper before your other fist came hurtling towards him.

As he threw up a hand to try and block it, your attack fell short, never meeting its target as you switched strategies, instead sending your leg shooting out towards his. Colliding with his knee, knocking it back, Robby's weight buckles under him. You didn't let him fall to the ground though as you grabbed onto one of his flailing arms, yanking it towards your chest and then pivoting, shoving him to the ground away from your bag.

He didn't go down without a fight though, gripping onto your wrist as he tugged you down with him. Scrambling to find purchase, your hands land on his chest once his back hits the floor. Pushing yourself up, you try to pin his wrists down, keeping the rest of your body weight sat on his hips to try and limit his movements.

Your hands weren't quick enough though as they grabbed onto yours, easily overpowering your movement as you were flipped onto your back. A small huff forced its way out of your lips as you stared up at him, watching as his hair framed his face and he copied your earlier position, keeping you down.

"I win," Robby grinned, about to duck down and kiss you through your joint panting messes, though you didn't give him the chance, bucking your hips up and sending him launching over your head. Not expecting the movement, a startled yelp escapes his mouth as your positions once again switch.

"No," You correct, a smile of your own making its way onto your face. Robby didn't even look mad as he lay beneath you, grinning up at you with a fresh sheen of sweat coating his skin. "I win," You say before ducking down and connecting your lips.

"Hey," A voice bellowed through the dojo, making you and Robby shoot apart and turn to face the owner of it. "What have I said about making out in the dojo?"

"Dad!"

[iuvmi]

STRAWBERRIES

Pairings: Percy Jackson x fem! Demeter reader Percy Jackson x fem! Demeter reader

Warnings: small injuries and shy percy (??)

Summary: where the daughter of Demeter teaches Percy how to properly harvest strawberries

Word count: 864

A/n: requests are finally openn !!

WARM AND BRIGHT HUES fill the camp as the sun's golden rays emerge from behind the horizon at the crack of dawn. You rubbed your eyes as the sun’s light caressed your face with a gentle touch, illuminating your features. Checking the clock beside you, realizing that nothing was there, just a dull table lamp with decorated leaves. You groaned at the thought of missing your home. You continued to stare at the lamp as if it was mocking you. Pushing the blanket away from you, you saw that your half siblings were still asleep. You spent minutes getting ready as you changed into your orange shirt and jeans. With each step you take, the sunlight plays across your skin, casting delicate shadows that seem to dance in harmony with your movements. The windy morning breezed to your cheeks. 

There were some Apollo kids playing around in the camp, some of them practicing archery. You made your way to the camp's vast garden carrying a basket; rows of colorful flowers and lush plants welcomed you with a chorus of hues and scents.

As you got closer to the patch, you were excited to see plump red berries poking out from behind the leaves, but there seemed to be another person there as well. The moment you saw Percy Jackson standing at the garden's edge, your heart skipped a beat. With a pleasant smile on his lips, his sea-green eyes glistened with curiosity as he examined the strawberries.

"Hey," you called out, your voice carrying across the garden. "Don't just stare at those berries, at least help me?”

Percy's eyes widened, was he really staring at those fruits for too long? He grabbed one of the baskets and approached you. You started explaining to Percy how to properly gather the delicate berries as they walked around the strawberry rows. You demonstrated how to carefully grab the base of each strawberry and twist it off the stem, being cautious not to harm the plant.

“Alright, Percy, so when you're harvesting strawberries and other fruits, it's important to be gentle,” Percy listened attentively, his brow furrowing in concentration as he mimicked your movements. 

Percy smiled right at you. “Got it. Gentle. Like handling a Celestial Bronze Sword.” 

You respond with a giggle as you order Percy to pick strawberries. He obeyed your orders with great enthusiasm. Their laughter blended with the gentle chirping of birds above as they carefully selected the ripest fruit.

Percy thought he was holding ripe fruit as his fingers brushed against a particularly juicy strawberry. He slashed the berry from its stem quickly, only to discover, startled, that it was a mock strawberry with jagged thorns all around it. 

A faint trickle of blood welled up from a cut on Percy's finger where he had brushed against the thorns, and he took a sharp inhale.  

When you noticed the injuries, your eyes widened with concern, and you felt your heart skip a beat seeing how hurt Percy looked. “Shit, you okay?” 

He focused on the finger that was bleeding. “Yeah, it's just a little scratch,” 

“Let me see it,” You reached out for his finger. He backed away and shook his head. 

“It's really not that bad,” Percy hesitates, hiding his fingers that accidentally touched the fake strawberry thorns. 

Sighing, you approached him slowly. “It's better for me to heal it than you going to the Infirmary,”

With a wince, Percy extended his palm, the bright red of the strawberries standing out starkly against the blood staining his flesh. Examining the wound, you took his hand softly in yours, your touch calming and gentle.

"It's not too deep," you comforted him in a gentle manner. "But we should clean it up and put a bandage on it just to be safe."

You guided Percy to a bench nearby and, using delicate hands, dug through your pockets to find a bandage. Their eyes locked for a moment as she carefully cleansed and dressed Percy's finger, their warmth connecting them beyond the act of wound care.

Awkward silence fills the atmosphere as Percy's eyes are looking down. “I didn't know strawberries had thorns,” 

“It's fine, Percy. You're not burdening me,” you replied with a soft voice. 

Percy's cheeks flushed with a warm hue, a rosy tint spreading across his face like the first blush of dawn. His eyes darted away, unable to meet your gaze as embarrassment tinged his expression. “How — how'd you know that?”

“I just know. And you shouldn't be sorry, one of my half siblings mistook the Potentilla Indica for a true strawberry.” You let go of his hands and gaze upon the strawberry patch. Then, you heard one of your friends whistling at you. 

It was Silena Beauregard, child of Aphrodite. “[name], will you stop spending time with your boyfriend and help me out?” 

Now it was your turn to be embarrassed, you shook your head and got up. Picking up the baskets you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and ran towards your friend. You looked behind you as you saw him still sitting at the bench unable to move while smiling to himself.

©IUVMI :: please do not steal / translate / paraphrase my work. reblogging and liking my post helps <3

[moonstruckme]

Hi!!! I really really love how you write Lily! Could you please write something where Lily is comforting the reader who’s going through a friendship breakup and is taking it really hard?

Thanks lovely! <3

Lily Evans x fem!reader ♡ 864 words

You can tell your moping is starting to make your girlfriend nervous. She keeps bringing you things as she bakes, first the beaters to lick clean, then a spoonful of dough, and now cookies in droves, two or three at a time as different rounds come out of the oven and delivered with brief, cajoling kisses. She’s trying to infuse you with a better mood by all manner of sweet things. 

“I’m okay,” you promise as she comes back in, your plate reloaded. “I really am full this time, baby.” 

Lily hums discontentedly but sets the cookies down. “And when you say you’re okay,” she says, perching on the armrest beside where you’re sitting on the couch, “do you mean you’re okay without more food, or…” 

“In general,” you reassure her. “I’m alright, really. I can feel you worrying.” 

Her fingers skim down your hair, slotting a piece behind your ear. “Well, I don’t mean to make you feel my worry,” she says, “but I don’t mind worrying. And this would be a…a very understandable thing to be not okay about.” 

You can’t quite look at her. “Yeah.” You shrug, trying to sound lighter than you feel. “I just figure there’s not much point in being all sad about something I can’t fix. Best to move on, you know?” 

“I do know a thing or two about losing someone you’re close to,” Lily agrees. 

And she does, you remember. Her sister. You look up, shameful, but she only smiles gently. 

“Moving on does help, definitely, but you can’t really just skip over the feelings, either. It’s…” Her expression goes sheepish. “Well, it sounds sort of awful to say, but it’s almost like they’ve died, isn’t it? At least, the relationship you had did.” 

“Yeah,” you sigh, relieved. You’d felt wrong for thinking it, but you’ve been feeling the same. The awkward, unidentifiable tension you’ve been carrying around starts to uncoil. “It’s really weird, not talking to them.” 

“I know, sweetheart.” She takes your hand, rubbing her thumb over yours softly. Her eyes are heavy with understanding. “It’ll probably always be weird, if I’m honest. But it won’t always hurt so terribly. You know this is the right thing for both of you.” 

“I know,” you say, shallowing your breaths in an attempt to suppress the tears stinging in your eyes. Lily strokes a short line into the back of your hand. You can feel the weight of her gaze on you, but you keep your stare determinedly downward, blinking forcefully. “Sorry,” you choke out. “I don’t mean to be such a drag.” 

“Baby,” Lily laughs, wrapping one arm around your shoulders and the other around your head as she pulls you into her chest. And she’s all softness; soft flesh giving way to your shoulder, and a soft hand cradling your face, the soft silk of her hair tickling your nose as it falls around your face like a curtain. 

“You’re not a drag,” she promises, “you’re just sad. It’s okay to be sad, my love. Don’t stopper yourself up on my account, okay? Please.” 

You don’t cry for long, possibly because there’s not much left to cry for. You’re both right; what’s done is done, and it’ll hurt even if that hurt is pointless. You’ve lost someone who other people still get to have, or maybe you’ve lost the love more than the person, and maybe that’s worse. You can’t fix it, don’t want to, so this is all that’s left to do. Miss it. 

“My sweet girl,” Lily murmurs into your hair, “I’m sorry. You’ll be alright, I promise.” 

“I know,” you say croakily. You reach up to wipe your eyes, but she beats you to it, thumb stroking underneath your lashes with enough care to nearly have you bursting into tears all over again. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t be, you haven’t done anything wrong.” She sounds almost pleading. “You’re allowed to be upset, okay? Really, I’ve been counting on it all day. I’m just glad you didn’t go to bed without letting yourself have a cry. I was starting to really worry.” 

“Is that what the cookies have been about?” you tease, feeling lighter as tears cool on your cheeks. Your voice comes out easier. 

Lily hums. “Perhaps.” 

“Wait, really?” You pull away from her chest so you can see her. “You were trying to feed me until I felt better?” 

“Well, would there be anything wrong with that?” 

“No,” you laugh, “but I feel like it’d have been a lot less effort just to cuddle.” 

Lily beams, then looks guilty for it, tapering her smile down into something more sheepish. “I could still do that,” she says, slipping off the armrest and into your lap. You bite down on your own smile as she smears a kiss over your cheek. “I’ve got more cookies coming out in a few minutes, but aside from that brief interruption I’m all yours.” 

“More cookies?” you ask, leaning back to peer into the kitchen at the overflowing cooling racks. “How many are there going to be?” 

“You seemed very sad,” she reasons, stroking a piece of hair near your face. “It’s possible I may have overcompensated.”

[cottonlemonade]

Keeping Quiet

word count: 864 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: post-time skip Suna x chubby!Reader

genre: smut?, at the very least very very suggestive, established relationship

warnings: mdni, nsfw, cursing

synopsis: Suna is enjoying his birthday present

You were already regretting having opened this door for him. As a small surprise for your boyfriend’s birthday you had bought a pair of pretty, white panties with a little pocket. Not having had the opportunity to try them out thus far because of a tournament, it fell onto a week after Valentine’s Day to finally give in to his constant begging. Earlier, while you had been in the bathroom getting ready for your date, Suna sat at the kitchen table in his fitted black suit, playing with the quiet little vibrator that came along with the purchase, testing out the different settings on his phone, an ominous grin on his face.

Right now you were sitting in the passenger seat in the parking lot, wanting to grab your purse before heading into the restaurant, when you got the first suggestion of things to come tonight. Suna ran his hand up your inner thigh, gently stroking and squeezing your soft flesh like he often did but with his free hand selected a low firework setting on his phone. He grinned as you pressed your legs together in surprise, loving how you trapped his fingers between them. After two or three buzzes, he turned it off again.

“This is going to be so much fun.”, and with that, he opened the door and helped you out of the car.

The restaurant had a busy, yet comfortable atmosphere. You were led to a corner table, set with a bouquet of pretty flowers and crystal glasses.

“I’m so happy to have some time with you again.”, he said sweetly and leaned in to kiss you, not missing a beat and turning on the lowest setting as his lips softly moved against yours.

“Uhm, this is a restaurant, not a club, keep it in yer pants.”, both of you looked up to see Hinata and Atsumu standing by your table, a look of mock disgust on the blonde‘s face while the other beamed as usual.

“What are you doing here?”, Suna asked, a crease forming between his brow.

“Just out for dinner and ya talked so much about this place lately, we thought we’d check it out. Mind if we join ya? The other tables are all taken.”

Your shoulders sagged a little as you exchanged looks with Suna and then nodded at the two boys, believing your little experiment to surely be ruined now. So you let out a small surprised squeak when you felt the vibrations being turned up for a few seconds, before being turned off again. You threw a questioning glance at your boyfriend, but he pretended like nothing had happened, just interlacing his fingers with yours on the table and starting a conversation with the others.

In utter disbelief about his boldness, you joined in, trying to keep your thoughts straight, while also staying on alert for any possible ambushes. Hinata was just complimenting Suna on his performance in his latest game, when the vibrations started up again.

At some point after the entré, he just left it on a constant low buzzing, either because he forgot to turn it off completely or - more likely - because he wanted to see how far he could go before you broke and gave yourself away.

To add insult to injury, he had begun to caress your thigh under the table again.

“You’re doing so well, princess.”, he praised you quietly, “Keep it up and you’ll get a reward when we’re back home.”

During the main course, the conversation turned to you and what you had been up to since the last time they saw you and you had to close your eyes, when your little bastard of a boyfriend, turned the setting up again. You squeezed his hand, hoping he would get the hint. He did not. You were in the middle of telling them a story about your current project when he chose a setting that was sending random surges of vibrations of varying levels between your legs.

“Yer really just always on yer phone, huh?”, Atsumu asked, a little annoyed.

“You‘re right, I’ll put it away.” And he did. Still leaving it on that setting with you in hell.

Oblivious as ever, Hinata gave you an encouraging nod to continue your story, but Atsumu suddenly squinted in suspicion, looking imploringly at Suna, who offered him the smallest of winks.

The blonde‘s eyes widened in realization and looked down at his plate, a slight blush creeping into his cheeks.

You started to shift in your seat and more than once lost your train of thought.

You wanted to scream, you wanted to grab your boyfriend’s hand and show him what he had done to you. Instead you mumbled something about a minor headache and fell silent. Hinata turned to Atsumu to ask about dessert. From the outside appearing to be a concerned boyfriend, Suna put his arm around your shoulder, while his free hand moved up under your dress for the third time this evening. With a devilish smirk on his lips, he leaned close to your ear and said, his voice dripping with condescension, “I know it’s difficult to focus, but try a little harder.”

art: @ruirui07131 on Twitter

[after-witch]

Horrorfest: Damned Stairs [Yandere Feitan x Reader]

Title: Damned Stairs [Yandere Feitan x Reader]

Synopsis: Miracles weren't real and the stairs were shitty but at least you escaped Feitan, right?

For Horrorfest request:

Ooooh what about Feitan + old house with very creaky floorboards?

Word count: 864

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, mentions of violence

It was a miracle that you escaped the house Feitan had brought you two more than a year ago. 

It was a miracle that cutting through the woods on weak, shaky legs led you to houses in no more than a few hours. They were large, old homes, spread out so the presumably wealthy owners didn’t have to deal with such mundane things like neighbors within sight or hearing distance.

It was a miracle that the first house you stumbled on had an unlocked door, meaning you didn’t have to wait for someone to answer your desperate knocks to get out of view. 

But miracles weren’t real, were they?

Because as soon as you’d burst into that miraculous house, you realized that it was abandoned. Empty. Dusty and musty and no one there but your echoing, aching voice, crying out: “Hello? Hello! I need help! I need--”

You needed to rest, that’s what you needed. So you could regain some energy and keep running until you found actual civilization. So you’d headed into the dusty kitchen and began opening cupboards, looking for something edible, for water, anything that might get you through the night.

That’s when you heard the front door begin to open. 

You didn’t need to be told that it was Feitan. 

That’s when your body had moved almost of its own accord, throwing open the first door you could find near the kitchen and shutting it behind you, heart pounding. Only it wasn’t a room you’d found, but an enclosed staircase, kept out of view. It was dark with nothing but a thin crack of light underneath the door behind you and some dim light at the top from the room above, letting in the cloudy afternoon light from the windows. 

It was a servant’s staircase, you realized, the kind that let servants get up and about without bothering the household.

There was nothing to do but go up it and oh, did the goddamn stairs creak. 

But you went fast, and the kitchen was at the back of the house, and after a moment, several moments, a long stretch of time, the fear that Feitan had heard receded into the more general horror that he’d find you eventually.

That was… an hour ago? You don’t know, you don’t have a watch and there wasn’t exactly a clock on the wall in a dusty attic that must have been the servants’ bedchamber back when the house was bustling and not covered in a layer of dust. 

You need to go back down the stairs. You have to. He’ll come up here eventually, and then you’ll be trapped. You have to get out. 

Your hands grip the bannister for everything you’ve got and you start going down slowly, carefully. Not just because it’s dark and you can barely see in front of you, but because of the damn creaking. 

Creak. 

You hate these stairs.

Creak. 

Would it be quieter to go down on your butt? 

Creak.

You feel like you might have a heart attack at any moment. 

But despite the traitorous noise of the stairs, you don’t hear the sound of Feitan’s footsteps approaching the door, and that’s a good thing, isn’t it? And… maybe you even heard the sound of the front door shutting. Or was it the wind? Or your imagination?

You wish the staircase had some light. All you could see was darkness, and that thin, wavering band at the bottom of the door leading back into the house. Where Feitan might be--or might not be; where freedom might be, or at least the first step towards it.

But was he gone?

If you went back up into the attic room, you might be able to look out the window and see if Feitan was leaving. You’d have to peer carefully (the image of him looking up at the attic window and seeing you made your chest twist) but it was an option.

Maybe you could--

Creak.

Oh. You hadn’t moved.

Creak.

A whimper bubbles past your lips and you fall backward on the staircase, a splinter sliding into your finger.

Creak.

Feitan.

Feitan had been at the bottom of the stairs the entire time. 

“Very stupid, aren’t you?

The stairs creak until he’s close enough to see, until he leans down in the gloom and gets close enough that his nose almost touches your own.

“Well?”

You nod--can he even see you properly, in the dark?--and let the tears fall. They might as well, for all the good they’ll do you.

“Stupid,” he repeats. “But mine.”

The enclosed staircase feels oppressively hot and oppressively dark. Or maybe that was Feitan, and the moment he crossed the threshold, it would go back to being some musty space that didn’t feel like anything at all. 

You feel his hand before you can really see it. He caresses your cheek in uncharacteristic softness, before his nails dig in and drag down enough to sting.

“Tell me,” he says, and there is a strange thoughtfulness in his tone, “Should I break your legs before or after we go down the stairs?

The damned stairs creak when your body instinctively leans away from him.  

[starchaserwrites]

@jegulus-microfic / night / word count: 864

The strap of his now not-so-favourite bag insists on slipping off his shoulder, the sketchbook he carries under the same arm with which he's holding his umbrella has stayed there by sheer miracle, and the scarf he wrapped around his neck and nose before rushing out of his room is causing his reading glasses - which he forgot to take off - to fog up making his vision a bit more difficult with every step.  Oh, and let's not forget the scale model he's balancing on his other arm, which is now in potential danger thanks to the drizzle after Regulus refused to leave it in the workroom the day before, and which is to blame for the fact that he's about to be late after spending all night putting the finishing touches on it.

Evan once said "if you see Regulus Black running, it's probably because the world is ending," and while Regulus isn't exactly running yet, if he doesn't arrive in ten minutes for his presentation, his world is the one that will be ending.

Now with his glasses completely fogged up, causing him a complete technical loss of visibility, and unable to fix the problem, he has no choice but to blindly follow the fastest route to the faculty, which he has fortunately done countless times before.

If his calculations are correct (and they are) he should now be standing in front of the glass doors that lead to his destination. Unable to close the umbrella, in an attempt to open the doors, the sketchbook under his arm slips out of his grasp, and Regulus is ready to let it go, at least the entrance is roofed over and maybe he can come back for it later, but he never gets to hear it hit the floor.

"Let me give you a hand," says a voice near him. 

Great, he looks miserable enough for someone to take pity on him.

The last thing Regulus was expecting after that is for the stranger in front of him to remove his glasses, but he is greeted by a pair of warm brown eyes framed by glasses similar to his own.

"The same thing used to happen to me all the time until I tried an anti-fog spray, if you want I can recommend it to you, it's very effective," it's then that the stranger starts wiping his glasses with his t-shirt. 

Regulus cringes. He's having violent thoughts right now. 

"And there you go," the boy says, ignoring the expression on his face and offering him a smile and then putting the glasses back in place. "Take your sketchbook too." 

Regulus, unable to respond, does nothing but stare at him through his poorly cleaned glasses.

"Oh, where are my manners. My name is James Potter," James says, holding out his free hand as if that had been the reason Regulus didn't accept the book. It is then that he seems to remember that Regulus is in a predicament. "Damn, I made a complete idiot out of myself, didn't I? Just let me..." James holds out his hand waiting for him to pass him the umbrella, to which, for lack of a better option, Regulus gives him. The boy helps him close the umbrella and passes him his workbook in quick, precise movements, as if to make up for his earlier mistake. 

James glances at his scale model and his face seems to light up. "So we're enemies!," he exclaims in a tone too happy for what he has just said.

"Sorry, what?" asks a confused Regulus.

"You're an architecture student, aren't you? I'm a civil engineering student, I'm in my third year! Your model looks spectacular but all those curves are a nightmare for me." 

Regulus is about to go blind thanks to all the light James seems to be radiating. He doesn't have time for this now.

"Hey, thank you for helping me, but I need to go."

"But your umbrella-"

"Keep it."

Now Regulus is really running.

—

An hour later, now without his reading glasses and after seeing his and others' models brutally destroyed - something he thinks he'll never quite get used to - Regulus leaves the room with it in hand. He passed and will now spend the rest of the afternoon catching up on the sleep he missed during the night.

"Are you ready? It's still raining."

Regulus considers for a few seconds before turning around. 

"You waited for me?"

"Yes, I couldn't let the work of art get wet. And neither could the model," James replies.

Regulus tries not to smile at that.

And fails.

"My name is Regulus."

"So the work of art has a name," is the reply from James who waits for him with umbrella in hand. "Maybe you can tell me more about the other artwork over coffee? Shall I help you with the model?" James holds out his arm, waiting for him to give it to him.

"Only if you promise not to clean glasses with your shirt ever again."

"I promise."

Not heartless enough to tell him he was planning on taking it to the model graveyard, Regulus hands it to him.

He wasn't that tired anyway.

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[velvetydream]

꒰ :🥀 [ Blissfull relief ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : Sampo wakes you up from the Golden Hour in a pretty interesting way.

Pairing : Sampo x fem! Reader

Word count : 864 Words

Genre : Smut (Minors DNI)

Warnings ➵ Slight Peanacony Spoilers

Content ➵ Somnophilia (Consented),

Cunnilingus

a/n : Short one to get back into writing, also everything in this is written with consent in mind, reader gave Sampo the consent to be woken up like that. Also idk how lore accurate this is with the pool, but eh let's go with the flow!

The Golden Hour was buzzing with people like always, people from many different planets and so many different backgrounds. Yourself strolling through the bustling streets to the Clockie statue right now. Sampo had told you to wait up for him there yesterday, wondering what he wanted to talk about.

Watching the storefronts, everything looked expensive and just perfect for this dream world. It was crazy to imagine the Golden Hour even exists, that the Dreamscape overall exists.

Arriving at the statue, you take a good look around, the blue-haired man is nowhere to be seen, he probably would take a while longer. The golden statue of Clockier was reflecting the lights of the city, making it look as if it was sparkling. Further behind it was the poster of Robin, many people walking the streets humming or singing her songs. Stepping over to one of the many benches, taking a seat as you fold your leg over the other, waiting patiently for a certain someone to meet you. Some time goes by, looking at your phone for a second, he is already 20 minutes late, Sampo usually comes a bit later but not this much and especially not to a meeting with you.

Sighing as you put your phone back into your pocket, rest your elbow on your knee and your face on your hand. People were walking by, not one giving you a glance. Everyone here was in their own little world. Somewhere in the background, you could also hear some of those walking billboards pestering the people walking past them.

A while went by when you suddenly started to feel a little uncomfortable. It confused you. You couldn't really describe this feeling, but it felt tight? As if your chest is getting tight. Your chest tingling. Suddenly a jolt makes you bend over, chest pressed to your knees now, your right hand over your mouth. Eyes blown wide, as you feel heat building up in your core slowly. What was happening? Something like this never happened to you here.. Was your body getting sick? We're you about to wake up?

Sampo still wasn't here which worried you slowly, it must have been an hour by now. The heat in your body slowly but surely rises and gets stronger and hotter with every passing second. By now people gave you glances, wondering what was wrong with you, probably thinking you drank too much SoulGlad and were about to empty it again. But this was far from what was happening to you. The urge to slip your hand down to your core and silence the burning desire was getting hard to control. But you couldn't, not here, yet you knew if you were to stand up in this condition it wouldn't work out for you.

Maybe you should just wake up? Finish this awake and in the hotel? But then again Sampo would probably be here soon.. Another flash of burning hot desire was sent through your body, more intense than any before. Your eyes shoot open, as your mouth opens to let out a pathetic moan, hands thrashing around to grab anything around you, which ends up being a head of blue hair.

"Finally awake.. Took you almost half an hour, amazing how long you did." Above you was Sampo, looking down, the lower half of your body was exposed while still in the pool. Just not the conversation you and he had last week hits you. Telling him how hot you think it would be for him to wake you up by eating you out, giving him your consent to surprise you if he was to do it. Yet you didn't think he would convert that idea so soon.

"Cat got your tongue? Maybe I should just continue so all you can do is moan while you come ondone on my tongue." With that Sampo lowers his body back down, his hot tongue running a stripe up your core, before licking around the sensitive nub. This was bliss. Your right hand was softly tangled in his locks, while the other held onto the edge of the pool, eyes closed while your head was thrown back. His hand was slowly moving under your shirt, pushing it up a little bit while doing so, before finally reaching the sensitive nipples and softly twisting them between his thumb and pointer finger.

With all this build-up of pleasure and the pleasure Sampo was still giving you, you were bound to not last longer and he knew that, from the way you were moving around, his free arm holding you in place by your thigh. With a suck to your clit, you finally come undone on his tongue, making him lap up any last bit of your release, before moving his body over you.

"Now, did that fulfill that fantasy of yours darling?" His green eyes were staring down at you, with a handsome smirk on his face. "Better than how I imagined." Pulling him down by his shoulders now, this was bound to be a long night ahead.

[eskir]

dusk - sunday x gn!reader

warnings - nsfw, smut, dubcon, and slight yandere?

word count - 864

a/n | i have no clue what i'm doing with this tbh and i apologize if there are any mistakes. this is probably one of my first writing bits for him and my grammar is off, i will admit. was also unsure of whether to keep it in third person or second so i just choose the latter. no explicit details and the first paragraph was just me trying to get into the mood of writing. thanks for reading if you do! oh, also took some inspo from sleepingelvhen's and mimisplayground's posts. i am also so embarrassed by what i wrote at 11pm so take this fever dream.

He smiles down upon you, playing the role of an angel as he extends a hand, a helping hand, as if he had nothing to do with your current situation. As if he didn’t orchestrate it so that you would gratefully take his hand, run into his arms and cling onto him as if he was the only safe thing in your world. And Sunday relished feeling like he was the only thing that mattered. Even more, he loved controlling and twisting events and words so successfully to fulfill his own desires. Sunday loved that you never found out, and he would do anything to keep it that way.

He loved it when you were under him, panting with your face painted a deep shade of red. He enjoyed looking over you, touching you in places that he knew would elicit little sounds. Dragging his finger down your spine slowly, watching your back arch and not caring if you begged for him to hurry. ‘you want me to go faster? you’ll have to earn it,’ he’d whisper in your ears, his voice soft and a smile adorning his face that doesn’t reach his eyes.

He's ruthless, bringing you to the edge, watching you writhe underneath him with a coy smile. Sunday doesn’t do anything except continue, wearing you out. If small tears form, he'll wipe them away and coo at you in a sickly sweet way as he continues. He draws out begs and whines, almost pushing you over the edge until he stops suddenly, a pleasant smile on his face as if he had no clue what he just did. 

He'd make you beg even more, persuading, almost forcing, promises out of you. Making you swear that you'd never interact with those individuals again or that you'd stay by his side forever, whichever suited his mood. And if Sunday wasn’t in the mood to draw out promises? He'd tease you instead, maybe bringing out some toys with the promise of continuing if, and only if, you put it on. So you let him tie you up, placing a gag over your mouth and a blindfold over your eyes. Blind to both what's happening and the manipulation occurring.

And he wouldn’t stop once, he’d do it multiple times over the course of hours. Enjoying the way that you broke down, nearly begging for his touch. He'd find small things to critique you over, like the way that you talked to that one person for just a little bit too long, or the smile you flashed to the person that was obviously flirting with you. Sunday paints those events as things requiring punishment, and what better punishment than delay? After all, you wouldn’t ever want to experience what other punishment he has to offer, no?

The only thing stopping him from continuing this cycle is the exhaustion that he can see building up. Be that the way that your eyes start to close or the subtle shift in your tone, he notices it all. So finally he brings pushes you over the edge.

And at the end of it all, he’s barely tired. You can feel the way that your legs will barely function the next day, a numb jelly like feeling spreading throughout your body. But he doesn't, only watching and finding a certain amount of joy, knowing that you'll have to rely on him the next day. But it’s still nighttime, so he caresses your flushed face, tracing your cheekbones and jawline ever so softly. He takes note of the way your eyes close from exhaustion, wiping away sweat and drawing circles on your skin idly.

He doesn’t often take you this far, but today he didn’t feel like using honeyed words to keep you near. Instead, he now brushes his fingers over your body, a grin forming as you flinch and ultimately move into his touch. Sunday knows that you enjoyed his touches, no matter how little or tiring, still seeming to crave his love. So he uses it against you, under whatever righteous guise he chooses.

But as long as you remain devoted to him, like a worshipper to a god, he will stay patient, follow your whims, and be a 'good' person. As long as you were devoted, he would persuade you in the gentlest way, through soft touches and sweet words. Never mind his demeanor toward others.

So he picks up your tired body, pressing kisses to your forehead as he draws a bath. Letting you rest in warm water, he massages your head, soap bubbles forming. He scrubs your body, maybe a few teasing touches, but nothing more. Sunday understands that you're tired. 

After the bath, he bundles you up in blankets, preparing to clean himself as well. He does it quickly, not wanting to miss out a single moment with you. When he comes back, if you're still awake, he'll cuddle with you, kissing you more. If you try to kiss him back, he'll smile, shaking his head as he motions for you to go to sleep. So eventually you do, warm and comfortable, knowing that the next day will be decided based off of Sunday’s whims.

[fizzybin]

Mine

Warnings: Separation anxiety, co-dependency, master/pet relationship

Word count: 864

You bolted into Alastor's bedroom, heart racing with worry. But he was nowhere to be found. Frantically, you raced down the hallway and burst into the lobby of the hotel. "Master?" Your voice was shaky as you scanned the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. Instead, you were met with the sight of a blacked-out Angel Dust and the sound of husker meticulously cleaning alcohol glasses behind the bar. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and stale liquor, adding to your sense of unease. Where could Your master be?

Your heart sank as you searched the hotel for any sign of him, your ears twitching in frustration. You made your way to his radio tower, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, but he was nowhere to be found. A mix of disappointment and irritation swirled within you, leaving you unsure of how to feel.

As you trudged back to the hotel, frustration bubbling in your chest, you couldn't help but mutter your complaints aloud. The sharp tap of your footsteps echoed through the empty halls as you made your way back to his room, determined to give him a piece of your mind once he returned. Your mind raced with all the things you wanted to say, imagining the look on his face when you finally let out all your pent-up anger. But for now, all you could do was wait and stew in your own annoyance until he walked through that door

a few minutes later the familiar sounding of radio static entered the air and you heard the doorknob twist before opening, revealing Alastor standing there with a sly grin on his face. as he shut the door behind him, he didn’t even pay attention to you…he was really asking for it now.

“Where have you been?!” you demanded, trying to contain your anger as he nonchalantly hung his coat back in the closet. Part of you was irritated that he was still ignoring you, but another part was afraid of what might happen if he actually acknowledged your presence. You were torn between wanting a resolution and fearing the potential consequences of talking to him like you were.

you got off the bed and made your way towards Alastor, who seemed completely unaware of your existence as he hung up his stupid coat. I couldn't take it anymore. The constant feeling of being ignored was eating away at you.

"Answer me!"

You pleaded desperately, the tears already brimming in your eyes as you clung to his arm, desperate for his attention. He slowly turned to face you, a playful smirk on his lips at your reaction. You were completely at his mercy, unable to resist the hold he had over you.

"My dear, whatever do you mean? I was simply out for a stroll," he replied casually, his tone dripping with amusement.

Your anger flared at his nonchalant attitude. "Master I was so worried, I came to your room and you weren’t here so I ran all around the hotel trying to find you, why wouldn’t you tell me you left?!" you scolded, your voice tinged with hurt.

Alastor's grin softened slightly as he looked into your eyes, his crimson irises swirling with a mix of emotions. "Ah, my dear there's no need to fret. I’m here now" he explained, his voice gentle despite his usual playful demeanor as he scooped you up into his arms walking the both of you over to the bed and sitting you down beside him

You hooked your arm around his, seeking comfort in the warmth of his body. His arm around you felt like a protective shield, making you feel safe and secure.

Your shoulders collapse in relief, all the pent-up stress finally dissipating. Alastor's body is like a warm embrace, and you cling to him desperately.

The soft fabric of his shirt soothes your skin as he settles next to you, his warmth enveloping you entirely.

"I can't bear it if you ever leave me again." You whisper, the thought alone sending shivers down your spine. Without him, who would hold you together? Who would make the world feel right? He’s the only one you trust, the only one you find comfort in, the only one you love, You couldn't bear to even imagine it: If he really left you.

You sniffled into his arm at the real thought of him leaving you, Alastor’s fingers gently graze your scalp, leaving a warm and soothing sensation wherever they touch. His touch is both comforting and intimate.

As his hand gently plays with your hair, you feel a sense of relaxation wash over you. Each touch is tender and loving, his fingers massaging your scalp in a way that pushes away any stress or worry. The warmth of his palm against your head is soothing and comforting.

His fingers are cool against your warm skin, but they bring a comforting sensation as they glide through your hair, massaging your scalp and eliciting a sense of relaxation and comfort that you desperately craved from him

“i wont little one…i’ll always be here for you. I’m not going anywhere”

[echobx]

Confessions - bsf!JJ × fem!reader

word count: 864

warnings: none

author's note: I made the choice to not specify on the reader any more than that because it would take away from the plot twist of this blurb. I hope you understand.

   “Do you hear that?” you hush the words, not wanting your voice to overpower the dull sound of the rain outside your window. 

   “The rain?” JJ asks and you hum.

   “Yes. It's beautiful. Calming.”

   He stays quiet, listening to the million drops of water hitting the leaves of the trees, and the ground and most of all the roof above your heads. 

   “Oh, did you see?” you gasp quietly and he chuckles. 

   “The lightning?” 

   “Yes. Thunder soon,” you nod, more to yourself than to him, as you lie together in the dark room. And just a few moments after you said it, the sound of growing thunder makes you squeal. 

   “Are you scared?” JJ asks, and you shake your head, but it's not really the truth either. 

   “Just… jumpy, I guess,” you tell him, and he turns his body around to be able to look at you. 

   “You know you're cute, right?” JJ had promised himself to not hit on you, to not be one of those assholes who promise friendship to a girl but then want more anyway. 

   “Why are you telling me that?” 

   “Do you remember what your grandma always said?” JJ tries to avoid the obvious answer. 

   “She said a lot of crazy shit. I think she was senile,” you mumble, unsure what he was referring to. 

   “Yeah, probably.” He turns to lie on his back again, sighing deeply and releasing some of the tension that had started to build in his chest. You turn your head to observe him, his eyes fixed on the ceiling fan that you had turned off, because it just made the heat worse. He is rarely quiet like that, almost somber with how his lips tremble, but not a single sound slips out in between them. 

   “Are you okay?” Your question is embedded into the rain, like lightning filling the dark sky for just a heartbeat. 

   His reply follows like thunder, low and late. “Uhm, yeah,” he nods, forcing a smile and turning to look at you. “You?”

   “Yeah,” you nod twice and he mirrors it.

   “Good.” 

   “What about my grannie?” You poke his brain, and he smiles faintly into himself. 

   “She said we looked like we were made for each other, is all,” JJ’s gaze drops, focusing on a small hole in the linen underneath you. 

   “Why would you think of that?” your brows are furrowed and JJ weighs his options, tell the truth or take the fast lane exit back to pure friendship. He did manage to keep his feelings down for years. He managed to have semi-successful relationships with a few girls over the years. He watched you never truly date for too long, always finding the most miniscule reason to not be with a guy. And the delusional part of his brain wants to believe that it's like that, because you have always been holding out for him. 

   “You never thought about it? I heard that those relationships always work out best, because you already know each other and you can-” 

   “I think I'm gay,” you blurt out, your eyes wide in fear of what he might say, but JJ is simply staring at you. His whole world feels like it's crumbling to pieces and the worst part is that he feels even more guilty about it all. He should've known, right? He, as your best friend, should've seen it, connected the dots, and yet…

   “You-” He tries to bring out words, any words, but it's like his mind has them locked up. 

   “I've been thinking about it a lot,” you admit. “How I can never get to actually like a guy. How I forced myself to make out with them, and even sleep with them and-” You look at his startled face, and it feels like you're actually imposing on him, “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything.”

   “No, I'm just- You're gay, and I am in love with you,” JJ laughs loudly, running his hands over his face and threading his fingers through his hair, before tugging on it. 

   “You're-” Now it's your time to process what he let slip out. Maybe it just makes everything clearer for you, that you always had the perfect boy at hand, but never any interest in him in that way. How much you would rather pick out his hookups and imagine them together, putting yourself in your best friend's shoes; than flirt with any guy, at all. 

   “Yeah. So you're a lesbian?” JJ asks, unaware of the fact that you are still experiencing some type of shell shock from the bomb he just dropped on you. “How did you figure that one out?” 

   “Boobs,” you mumble, your eyes are unfocused and burn because you haven't blinked in some time. 

   “Yeah, makes sense,” JJ nods, turning to lie on his back again, staring up and listening to the rain. “You think it's gonna stop soon?” 

   “It's soothing,” you hush, falling back into your pillows and fixing your eyes on the star shaped stain on the wooden ceiling. “Calms me down.” 

   “If this was the 50s, we could get married,” JJ huffs a laugh, and you can't help but giggle. 

   “Fuck, we really could.” 

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[jake4eva]

frustration (l.h.s)

warnings: reader referred to as she/her, voyeurism(ish),established relationship, sub heeseung, soft dom reader, humping, handjob (reader gives), thigh riding, let me know if i missed any i’m new to this!

word count: 864

written with this heeseung in mind

(this is my first smut so any opinions would be appreciated!)

You got back home from work and noticed your boyfriend acting a bit differently. He gives you very dry replies and doesn't look your way when you speak to him. Already exhausted from work, you decide to talk to him after taking a shower.

After your relaxing shower, which helps you forget all about the stress work has been giving you lately, you dry yourself off and wrap the towel around you. While walking towards your bedroom, where both you and your boyfriend stay, you can hear soft whimpers coming from the room.

You decide to open the door just enough to be able to see your naked boyfriend frantically humping on one of your decorative pillows.

You finally realize why Heeseung was acting the way he did when you came in. At the beginning of the month, your boss gave you a very important assignment to complete, and you have been working on it nonstop throughout the entire month. As a result, you completely forgot about both your needs and your boyfriend's.

You started thinking to yourself how nice it was of your boyfriend to not bother you while you work but you felt bad for neglecting him.

Quietly, you start walking in to watch him pleasure himself. you notice that your pillow is now ruined because of all his precum.

"y/n please i’m so close". you didn’t expect him to call out your name but you’re glad to see he did not notice you yet. You notice him getting tired by the way his thrusts were starting to get sloppy.

When he halts his movements you decide to make your presence known. “is this the reason why you gave me the cold shoulder?” The sudden awareness of someone else being in the room made your boyfriend jump and let out a high pitched scream.

“OMG Y/N i thought you were still showering” he said while covering himself with the pillow he was just pleasuring himself on.

“answer my question” you say in a cold tone. Your tone made heeseung leak even more precum.

“ i..i…yes” he said with a blush covering his cheeks. “i didn’t want to bother you while you worked but i got so horny and i only want to cum with your touch…”

You try your best not to smirk at his reply but you can’t help it, your boyfriend does listen to everything you say after all. Last time you had sex you told him he could not cum unless you were the one telling him to. Knowing he listened to you and didn’t cum since then made you hornier than you already were.

you decided to walk towards him and grab the pillow to look at his member. “you know you could’ve said something even if i was busy” you say before touching the precum on his tip.

As soon as he feels your finger on his tip he starts moving towards your hand for more friction. “please y/n i’m so desperate” he says while looking at you.

The face he’s making is one that makes you lose your mind every time. His eyes are shiny, his lips are red and plump, his cheek have a soft blush of pink and his hair is messy. How could you resist to this.

“use my hand since you seem to be into humping today” you say to him while closing your hand around his throbbing member begging for release.

and as soon as you do that he starts fucking your hand but that only lasted for a couple of seconds since he was already exhausted. “y/n please i’m tired i need to cum please make me cum”. he mumbles more words that you can’t decipher the meaning of so you decide to finally give him what he’s been waiting for.

you slowly pump him without the need of extra lube since his precum is already doing that for you. He’s already a moaning mess and ready to cum. To enhance his pleasure you start rubbing one of his nipples with your free hand.

The wet sounds of your hand on his member and his loud moans are driving you crazy so you finally remove your towel and put yourself on one of his thighs and decide to ride it while going faster with your pumping motion.

“y/n, y/n, y/n” he moans loudly and cums all over your hand and his stomach.

After he came back to his senses you get of his thighs and he hugs you tightly. “i’m sorry for not telling you i was frustrated i didn’t want to make you feel bad but i also didn’t want you to get scolded at work”

“it’s okay heeseung don’t feel bad i love you” you kiss him and decide it has been a long evening for you two. “i’ll clean you up just stay there” you say while grabbing the towel that was previously covering your body.

“what about you, you didn’t cum yet” he says in a worried and embarrassed tone for only thinking about his own pleasure.

“don’t worry i’ll take care of it later” you say while cleaning his body up. He suddenly grabs you and switch your position and he’s now on top of you.

“please let me eat you out i also missed your body” he says in the softest tone. So how could you decline such an inviting offer.

[bonezone44]

Weighted Vest (18+)

Bisexual!Frankie "Catfish" Morales x nb!afab!Reader

word count: 864

Summary: You ask Frankie to "fuck you like men fuck" and you both get more than you bargained for.

Read The Tags: Consensual Non-Consent. rough P-in-v, gender play, male stereoypes, heavy degradation. no orgasm. Allusions to past sexual assault (on Frankie, not by Frankie. And not involving Reader). Angst. Reader has hair long enough to be pulled.

A/N: this is my first time really writing Frankie. this kinda came outta nowhere.

"Goddamn, dude. I been thinkin 'bout this dick all day," you grouse. Your pants are gone and you lower yourself onto Frankie's cock.

He hisses and grabs at your breasts through your shirt. "Yeah, man. You like this cock?" He says through gritted teeth. "You like takin it up this boy pussy you got?" He thrusts upward.

You moan. "Fuck yeah, Frankie. Fuck yeah, I do." His lips are tight and he looks angry while you ride him. You wanna let go and collapse into him. You want his mouth on yours. You wanna taste his tongue. You lean forward to kiss him and he pulls you back by the hair.

"Men don't kiss when they fuck," he grunts. He lets go and his fingers pinch and twist at your nipples through your shirt. He tugs hard.

"They don't?" You ask, even though you know that isn't true at all. You can barely keep your eyes open.

"Nope," he says matter-of-factly, shaking his head. "They just fuck."

"Fuck, Frankie," you moan. "C'mon, man. You gotta give me something!"

"I don't gotta give you shit!" He says. "You're lucky I'm fuckin you at all."

You scoff. "C'mon, dude. If you didn't wanna fuck me, you wouldn't be fuckin me."

"I'm doin you a fuckin favor, asshole--"

"Bitch, I'm doin you a favor by givin you a hole to fuck!"

"You asked me to show you how men fuck and I'm fuckin showin you."

You roll your eyes. "I'm not seein much of a difference."

"Alright, fine," he spits. "How's this?" He tosses you off his dick and throws you back on the bed. Before you can do much, he flips your body over, and roughly pulls both your arms back. He brings your wrists together, but one falls as he puts his dick back inside you. He grabs it again and starts pounding into you, his hips slapping loudly against your ass. He hits a spot inside you that makes you shout. "No," he chides. "You keep that mouth shut!" He grabs the nearest thing he can find, which is his own underwear, and shoves it in your mouth. "You keep quiet and you take it! No matter how much it hurts!" He knows you well enough to know those were cries of pleasure. "You're lucky I don't stick it in your ass right now! Split you in half and make you bleed everywhere like a little bitch!" He huffs and pants as he drives into you again and again. "That's how men do it. They don't give a fuck. They use you however the fuck they want if you're too fuckin weak and stupid to fight 'em off!" He growls from deep in his gut. "Guess that's you, huh? Weak little bitch! Fuckin pathetic for lettin me do this to ya, huh? Huh?!"

Your forehead is pressed into the mattress. You don't know what the right answer is. You don't know if there is one. You turn your head to the side and nod.

"Jesus christ! You're not even gonna fight back? You're just gonna admit it? Have some fuckin self-respect, ya fuckin idiot!" He grunts loudly. "Goddamn! Who fuckin raised you, boy? Huh? Who fuckin raised a piece uh shit like you? You're lucky I don't do worse to ya!" His thrusts begin to falter, but his shouts get louder. "You are so fuckin worthless! You fuckin deserve this! You fuckin deserve it!"

Frankie pulls out and you open your eyes, glancing back over your shoulder. His face is red and his lips are parted. His eyes dance around and he blinks rapidly. You pull the underwear from your mouth and turn around.

"Are you okay?"

He flinches and holds his palm up with his eyes closed. His chest heaves with each breath. You wait patiently for his eyes to open again. It takes longer than you anticipated but you're patient. It's Frankie after all. You had no idea this request of yours would trigger him. You don't think he realized it either.

Once his eyes do open again, he stares down at the bed with his hands on his knees. He chews his lips. His body trembles and you see him tense against it.

"Will you hold me?" You ask because you know he never will--he'll never ask you to hold him. He never asks you for anything. Not really. Not like this.

His eyes meet yours briefly before they find the sheets again. But he nods. "Yeah," he mutters out with a hot breath.

You lie down and he falls in place behind you. He wraps his arms around your torso and rests one leg over your own. You know he'll never talk about it. But that's okay. It's not your pain to handle. It's not your history to digest. You just hope that maybe this is enough. Maybe it's enough that you stuck around. Maybe a part of him knew this was the only way it could come out. You grab one of his hands into your own and interlock your fingers. "Thank you for doin that for me."

He sighs against the back of your head. "'S nothin," he says and pulls you closer.

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[p1nkprincess444]

⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ - ᴛᴏɴʏ sᴛᴏɴᴇᴍ ⋆ 𖦹 ｡˚ ⋆

female!reader x tony stonem

word count: 864

contents: 18+

Tony and Michelle were infamously on again and off again, everyone knew when they broke up they’d be back together that night. This time when he broke it off he meant it, because he had set his sights on someone new. That girl happened to be Michelle’s younger sister. Y/n had  y/h/c hair with beautiful y/e/c eyes. He always snuck glances at you when he stayed over, but you never seemed to pay him any mind. 

You did notice Tony’s glances towards you, but one thing stopped you from returning them, and that was the fact he was Michelle’s. Tony wasn’t yours to have, you saw how heartbroken Michelle was everytime they split, but also how happy Tony made her when they were together. You always felt a twinge of jealousy whenever you saw them kissing or heard them together in her bedroom. 

The next day as you were getting ready to leave for college Tony was on your doorstep.

“ Tony? Michelle already left already-, ” I trailed off as he handed me a flower. “ What’s this for ? ”

“ Just thought you’d like it, ” he said as he gave you the crimson coloured rose. 

You smiled softly as you held the rose as you walked to college together while you talked and chatted about coursework 

“ So are you and Michelle back together yet, ” I asked softly.

He shook his head as he chuckled, “ No, uhm I don’t think we’re going to get back together this time.” A slight blush graced his cheeks as he smiled while rubbing the back of his neck. 

I stopped walking and then looked up at him, “ She’ll be devastated, what changed?” I asked softly as I twirled the flower he gave me between my fingers.

“ I suppose I fancy someone else..”

I frowned at his words as we walked, “ Well can’t you rethink your choice? ” 

He shook his head as he looked over at you.

“ Well who do you fancy then ? ”

He blushed a pale pink as he smiled and shook his head. You frowned as you begged him to tell . He refused again, making you groan in frustration. You bugged him the rest of the day begging him to tell you who he fancied, but he refused to say. 

You let him walk me home as Michelle was staying at a friend's house and hopefully wouldn’t find out. You continued to talk as you went upstairs to your room, and the next thing you knew his lips were on yours… and you weren’t stopping him. You quickly pulled his sweater over his head and discarded it onto your floor as he pulled you in closer by your waist. You pulled away for a moment as you looked into his eyes before crashing your lips back down onto his. He pushed you down onto your bed as he eagerly tore off the rest of your clothes before pulling off his. You watched as he settled between your thighs, and before you could have a second thought he quickly thrust two of his fingers inside followed by his mouth greedily sucking on my clit. You moaned loudly as he continued his assault on your body as your fingers tangled in his hair. 

“ Oh- fuck Tony, ” I moaned and whimpered as my hips ground shamelessly against his face. 

Before you knew it you were cumming all over his face and fingers. He grinned as he sat up before greedily licking his fingers clean and leaning down to kiss you deeply. His tongue slipped inside your mouth letting you taste yourself on his lips. He slowly pushed your thighs open as his cock teased at your aching entrance. He pulled away from the kiss making sure you were looking into his eyes as he thrusted into. You let out a loud moan as he pushed his cock all the way in you before pulling out completely and then ramming himself all the way back in. He pinned your wrists above your head as he fucked you roughly making your bed creak and groan under your combined weight. He kissed and sucked on your neck while whispering dirty things against your skin, you were so close to reaching your peak before he pulled out of you. He smiled devilishly before flipping you onto your stomach. He took your hips into his hands before plunging his cock back inside your tight cunt. You moaned pornographically loud as he set a fast pace, drool spilled from your mouth as your hands pathetically clasped at the sheets as you neared your release. You cried out loudly as Tony slammed into you one last time making us both cum. Tony gave a few more weak thrusts before letting you go and rolling off of you and laying next to you as he caught his breath. 

I sat up as I realized what we just did, “ Tony you can’t tell Michelle this happened. ” 

Tony smiled as his fingers idly trailed up and down your thigh, “ Nips doesn’t have to find out. ” 

[coastbycoast101]

Everybody knows that I'm a good girl, officer

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

Cw:Officer nanami, Pet names like "princess, good girl, baby" sloppy blowjob. Nanami cupping her breasts. A very creamy creampie ;)!!.Reader getting her back blowed 🫣🤭Nanami being so coquette 🎀🎀 FEM reader

tried out something new :33

Authors note 📝: I would recommend listening to Playing Dangerous — Lana Del Rey while reading to this <3

Word count: 864

Nanami loves his job.

Suddenly your car got pulled over, the time was 10:46 PM.

As you waited, you heard a knock on your window. You rolled it down looking up seeing a 6 foot tall man. Damn he was fine.

Her eyes lingered over to his slender veiny hands. She noticed he has a ring on his finger, and that he had a notepad in front of him signaling he was writing her a ticket!

"Hello ma'am, you were going 50 over the speed limit, did you notice that by any chance?"

"No, m' sorry officer I didn't notice.. is there anything I can do? I don't want a ticket..

"Well, I can't just let you go without a ticket but there might be something we can negotiate," he said with a smirk. He leaned in closer to her window.

she kneeled down, her knees rubbing against the concrete highway road. She wrapped her hands around his cock, hesitating.. she then gave a kitten lick to his slit making him let out a deep groan.

"Just like that..," he groaned. "Take it all the way in, use your tongue too... Fuck"

she opened wide and took his entire length into her warm mouth, gagging slightly but not stopping. Her tongue swirled around his head, massaging it gently before moving downwards towards his base. She heard him moan softly in pleasure, feeling confident by the way he sounded.

"Good girl, suck harder," he panted.

She gagged as she deep throated his cock, taking him all in like she promised as he leaned over her. She reached one of her hands to her wet panties, rubbing her clit through the fabric.

"That's a good girl," he praised, thrusting his hips forward into her mouth making her whimper. he moved his left hand to cup her right breast, squeezing it firmly while massaging her nipple between his thumb and index finger.

She arched her back slightly, moaning as her orgasm built up in anticipation as she fingered herself. Watching her pleasure herself, he could feel himself getting closer to cumming already.

He knew this was wrong, but the thrill of being caught made blood go to his cock.

"Do you like being my little whore? Do you want more?" he asked harshly yet there was a hint of desire in his voice.

she nodded her head quickly, eager too see what he would do to her. She thought of awfully lewd stuff making her clit throb.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice thick with desire. "Now, take off your top and show me those tits of yours."

Reluctantly, she complied, unfastening her bra and throwing it aside as she stood up.

"That's better," he praised, reaching over to cup one of her breasts in his hand. He squeezed it roughly, eliciting a gasp from her before moving onto the other breast.

"Turn around now, face away from me." He ordered her in a deep sulky voice that sure made lots of women besides her panties drop.

she turned her face away from him as she leaned on the car. His hand stroked his cock before rubbing his tip up and down her folds making squelching noises. She reached her hand down to discard her lacy panties making it easier for him to slide in.

"Now, spread those legs apart for me princess," he commanded.

With shaking hands, she complied, giving him a clear view of her wet and swollen pussy. He positioned himself at her entrance before slowly pushing inside her tight hole, groaning as he felt how hot and ready she was.

"Oh fuck, you're so tight," he praised, his hips starting to roll faster. Each powerful thrust brought moans of pleasure from both of them. In response, she reached in front of her and grabbed onto the car door handle tightly, arching her back into his rhythm.

"feels so good nami"she whimpered as her ass clapped against his pelvis. A red tint displayed across his face as he eyes the way his cock slid into her pussy.

"Tell me you want it," he growled, pounding into her mercilessly. "I... I need it," she panted, her voice trembling with desire. "Please, don't stop."

He picked up the pace even faster, his balls slapping against her ass in sync as he felt them tighten with each thrust. Sweat trickled down their bodies, mixing together as they lost themselves in their animalistic lust.

"Cum for me, baby," he groaned, his orgasm building rapidly. "Cum hard fer' me"

"nami... m' cummin, oh my god" she whimpered as her cunt made more squelching noises. Her pussy clenched around him as a creamy substance began to form at the base of his cock.

"That's it, cum for me," he groaned, feeling her walls tightening around his cock. With one final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, holding her there as he emptied himself into her.

"Ahhh— fuck yessss," he moaned, his hips bucking wildly. "So fuckin good.."

After several long moments of their shared ecstasy, they finally came down from their high. Breathing heavily, he pulled out of her, leaving a trail of their combined juices on her thighs.

"Now then, I think we can forget about that ticket today," he said, zipping up his pants and re-fastening his belt. 

She nodded her head as they both dressed themselves back appropriately. She opened her car door sitting down. Nanami then wrote on the notepad his number.

"thank you officer" she said in a innocent voice. She looked up at him before driving off.

Nanami knew you weren't speeding in the first place.

Nanami as a police officer is so hot like :3

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