#Word Count: 567

[eorzeanflowers]

FFXIV WRITE 2023 Prompt 5: Barbarous

(Character: Snapdragon, Tatiava Eir Arctah, Timeframe: Before the Seventh Umbral Calamity CW: Graphic Violence, Extreme cruelty)

“Agent Arctah, in position. Ready to receive orders.” Tatiava lowered her visor and lifted her rifle to her eye. The scope revealed a simple camp of the Order of the Twin Adder. The target in question was a rank and file soldier of the Adders. A runaway member of Castrum Oriens, a soldier with little military intelligence. A simple mission really. He wasn’t even trying to hide. Tatiava had her sights already leveled on the man. 

The linkpearl chimed. “Agent Arctah, you have been given clearance to execute. He is not worth bringing in. No witnesses either, Agent… And make it brutal.” the calm male voice ended the connection after that last word.

“Understood.” Tatiava frowned, shifting over to the Adder talking to the turncoat soldier, discharging the first ceruleum round into the soldier’s skull. Chambering the next round, she flicked her sights to the next soldier, eliminating him efficiently. 

Over the next thirty seconds, and fifteen rounds later, only the turncoat remained. The man was on the ground quivering in fear. Tatiava took two quick shots, kneecapping him. He screamed in pain and started to crawl away. Tatiava shouldered her rifle and slid down the hill she was on. A quick jog to the camp later, and the turncoat had crawled several fulms away from where she had left him. 

She sighed, and did not disguise her approach. The pleas started, but as she stepped on the crying man’s lower back, they quickly ended with a squeak. She then took one of her tonfas to lift his head up by his chin, arching his back in a painful contortion. He started to plead again, seemingly earnestly. It fell on deaf ears. Tatiava did not want to hear what he was saying. It made her role in this harder.

Tatiava took her other tonfa, slamming it into his right shoulder, breaking the shoulder blade and causing the man to flinch and scream in pain. Pressing deeper into his back with her boot, she dropped the man face down into the dirt. She spun her tonfas in her grip and slammed both down hard into both of his sides. He almost leapt forward in the pain, his left hand trying to grip the dirt and rock to pull him away from his pain. Tatiava pitied him. But a turncoat is a turncoat. And this barbarous act was over. The sniveling man was so broken and defeated. The brutality her superior had requested was done.

She stepped off the man, watched with disinterest as he redoubled his efforts to crawl away. She pulled out her small pistol and finished the job she had started. The man crumpled so quickly it was almost comical.

“The job’s done, sir. Should we leave this camp as a warning, sir?” Tatiava sounded her linkpearl as she left, the carnage now starting to stink of death.

“Leave it. The higher ups want the warning to be loud and clear to any other deserters.”

Tatiava ended the connection, looking one last time at the camp. Orders were orders. A sour taste in her mouth started to form and she turned away and started to make her way to Oriens. Maybe soon she could get that promotion she was seeking, the hidden agent in Eorzea’s heart. The role she felt she was born to play. Not this… barbarity.

They were supposed to be the civilized ones.

[rafesbabygirlx]

You’re All I Have

Masterlist

JJ Maybank x reader

Summary: you are JJs best friend who’s not John B or Pope and he always comes to you when something happens.

A/N: loosely based of the scene of Luke and JJ in the show

Word count: 567

Warnings: parental abuse, gun, kissing, angst, fluff at the end of

JJ bursts through the door of your small shack, the wood rattling as he steps in. You’re just a mile down the road from him and it seems trouble had found him again. You’re sitting on the couch with a textbook in your lap, trying to make use of a rare day off, but the sudden commotion jerks your attention his way. You can’t see his face clearly; his head is down, and his whole frame is shaking. He paces, muttering something under his breath.

You set your book aside and jump up, reaching out. “JJ? What’s going on?” He swats your hands away, but you know he means no harm—just caught in the whirlwind of whatever just happened. You reach out again, dodging his attempts to push you back, and finally manage to hold his face in your hands. “Talk to me, J. Please.”

He raises his head, and your heart drops at the sight. His face is bloodied and bruised. “Damn it, again?” You pull him to the couch, guiding him down gently. Without another word, you rush to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit. Back at his side, you open it up and start tending to his injuries, every movement practiced, almost automatic now.

“We were arguing—same as usual,” he mumbles, voice thick with frustration. “But this time, it was my fault. I threw the first punch, knowing he’d just take me down. It’s always my fault.”

“J, don’t say that,” you whisper, dabbing a cut on his cheek. “You don’t deserve this.” Your fingers gesture lightly over his bruised face, reminding him of his worth.

He begins to cry, the tears spilling over as he speaks through them. “When he went outside, I saw my chance. I shoved him down the stairs, hard, and when he fell, I… I held it to his head. I wanted to so bad, you have no idea.”

Your heart stops as you watch him reach into his back pocket, pulling out a gun. He grips it tightly, his other hand pressing against his forehead in anguish.

“I couldn’t do it. I should have—I should’ve killed him,” he chokes out. You’re frozen in shock but manage to reach out slowly, taking the gun from his hand and setting it firmly on the coffee table. Then you go back to work, focusing on him, the pain written on his face and in his voice.

“JJ, your life would be better without that man,” you say, refusing to even speak the man’s name. “But I know you. You did the right thing. Because no matter how much you hate him, you’d hate yourself even more if you did something like that. You are not a killer.”

You finish cleaning him up, cupping his cheeks in your hands. “You’re broken, sure. But you’re better than him, better than all this. You may not believe it, but I do. You’re kind, you’re selfless, and you’re the strongest person I know.”

He looks up, his eyes glassy. “You really think that?”

“I do.” His hands come up to cover yours as he leans in, and his lips meet yours softly, lingering. It’s not rushed or intense—just a tender, reassuring moment. He pulls back slightly, resting his forehead against yours, a small, hopeful smile on his face.

“Maybe I can believe in myself a little if you do.”

[mono-dot-jpeg]

stupid e-couple - s. nagi

summary; convincing nagi to be your e-boy is surprisingly hard. how does one be so stubborn and so lazy at the same time?

genre/extra tags; one shot, based off of my other fic with kenma about league, fluff, comedy, nagi being nagi, league player ew (/j), i can say that bc im a league player, league terms and champ names are being thrown and no i will not elaborate on any of them, one (1) sexual joke literally at the start

word count; 567

[gender neutral reader]

"sei, you're a shit boyfriend."

"what about last night?"

you send him a withering glare. "seriously?" he looks at you with those stupid beady eyes that he always has. that slightly feigned innocence, he knows what's he's doing. he's a grown ass teenager. a stubborn one. but you were stubborn, too. "how are you so damn stubborn?!" you whip a pillow at his face, to which he doesn't even bother dodging. like the good boyfriend he was, he takes the pillow to the face and flops over on the bed pathetically.

"is this really that serious?"

"is it really that serious?" you mock him sarcastically. "god forbid i try to be cute with you."

"but you're so bad at xayah... why can't you just play support instead? you're so much better." he grumbled.

"but they're like the duo to play in the bot lane. plus, they're hot, just like us."

"but you're still bad at xayah."

"not the point, nagi!"

"why don't we just play like.. what we're good at?" he asked the obvious question that you were expecting. "like, you're good at lux.."

"what about playing lux ezreal?"

"i hate ezreal."

"but you're so good at him." you started filing through the mental list in your mind of bot support lane duos that couples would play to be insufferable fucks to their team.

"why do you want to do this anyways? we just match skins anyways.." he muttered tiredly as he flipped around on the bed, stomach down. his face buried into the pillows, listening to your antics. "are matching skins not enough for you?" he turned his head to rest his cheek on the pillow as he gives you that annoyingly endearing pout you've come to know and love.

"it is but, what if i just want to be cute with my boyfriend?"

he looks at your own pout on your lips. he has half a mind to kiss you so hard that you just ignore this issue until next time, but he's far too lazy right now.

"what about jinx ekko?" he asked.

"ekko is a jungler, baby."

"okay.. and? anyone can be a support if you try hard enough."

"people are going to report you."

he shrugged, "not the first time that's happened." it was clear that you both were at a standstill. neither of you were budging. but it's not like nagi wasn't denying your idea. he was simply telling you a possible solution and the issues with your idea. god, you hate when he's actually sensible.

"let's just go and check what matching skins we can get."

"yay.." he said dryly, shifting on the bed to let you lay next to him. the moment you take your spot, his arms snake around your waist, and his stark white hair invades your vision and lips.

"sei! your hair!" you spit out the tufts that get into your mouth. "move your big head." you tell him.

he grumbles but complies and moves to bury his head into your chest. your arms wrap around him as you hold your phone. he cuddles you with a gentle sigh on contentment. a comforting silence blankets you both, the sounds of soft breathing and tapping fingers can only be heard.

"you know it shouldn't matter if we're matching skins or champions, i think we're still cute." he mutters before you can hear him start to doze off.

[sweetiesicheng]

san - late night

word count : 567

happy birthday to sannie !! ~

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san walks into your shared home and locks the door behind him. the lights are still on, but he doesn't hear any movement. he takes his shoes off and puts his bag down by the staircase before walking into the living room. looking over the couch, he starts to smile at the sight.

"i told you not to stay up. what am i gonna with you?"

san softly chuckles as he walks around the couch. you are sleeping on the couch with your nintendo switch on the floor next to you. you haven't even done your skincare yet, and san knows you always put at least one or two products on even if you're exhausted. and with how you're sleeping on the couch and not in bed, you were definitely waiting for him to come home.

he puts the gaming device next to your phone on the coffee table before sitting down on the floor in between the couch and the coffee table.

"my love, wake up," he softly calls while brushing his hand through strands of your hair. "my love," he repeats but doesn't receive any sort of response from you. "alright, time to get you upstairs," he says and stands back up. he wraps your arms around his neck and lifts you into his arms with his hands wrapped around your legs.

he leaves the living room and starts going upstairs. the stairs creak, which makes san annoyed since he wants to make sure you stay asleep. you stir, waking up and realizing that someone is carrying you.

"san?" your quiet voice speaks as san goes up the staircase.

"hey, baby," san greets, "just bringing you upstairs."

"oh, thank you," you say to him.

"you're welcome, baby," he says and starts walking through the hall to the bedroom. "you tried waiting up, huh?" he asks.

"yea, but i was so tired from work today. i fell asleep while playing on my switch," you say to him.

san opens the door with his foot and brings you into the room. he sets you down on the bed and kisses your forehead.

"i'm going to shower, alright? you go to sleep," san says to you. you nod your head and immediately fall back to lay down on the bed. san smiles, seeing you with your arms sprawled and your head nod off to the side.

he leaves the room to go shower. in the midst of showering, he hears the door open. he peeks his head out to see you washing your face and brushing your teeth at the sink. once he's done showering, you had already left the bathroom. he changes into sweatpants but opts out on wearing a shirt with how hot it is. before leaving, he brushes his teeth and quickly does his skincare routine.

you're tucked away in bed, already curled up. san reaches in to kiss your forehead again, "i'll be right back," he informs you. you respond with a hum.

san leaves the room and heads back downstairs. he double checks that the front door is locked and turns off the lights in some of the rooms before going back upstairs. he goes back into the bedroom and joins you in bed, wrapping an arm around your body.

"san?"

"yes, baby?"

"love you."

"love you more, baby. get some sleep." san kisses the top of your head before closing his eyes.

[auxmodi]

sandor clegane x healer reader drabble

summary: After a brutal fight, Sandor Clegane seeks the healer's care, bantering with her as she patches up his wounds, both hiding the unspoken connection between them.

A/n: This is my first small drabble!! i need more sandor fics so i decided to start writing them, #needthat.

word count: 567

The door creaked open, and Sandor Clegane stepped into your small cottage like a storm rolling in. He ducked to clear the low beam, his broad shoulders nearly brushing both sides of the doorframe. Blood streaked his face and caked his armor, and he smelled of iron and sweat, a grim testament to the fight he’d just survived.

You didn’t look up from your workbench, where sprigs of lavender and sage littered the wood. “Another fight, Sandor?” you asked, your tone more resigned than surprised.

“Aye,” he grunted, letting the door fall shut behind him. He dropped into the chair by the fire with a clank of steel and a wince. “Seemed rude to let the bastard walk away after he insulted me.”

You sighed, pushing away your mortar and pestle to fetch the bowl of clean water by the hearth. “And you decided it was a fine idea to let him insult you with his sword instead.”

His mouth twitched, just enough to show a flash of teeth. “ You’re the lucky one, girl. Get to patch me up again.”

“You’re bleeding on my floor,” you muttered, kneeling beside him. His armor was already half-unbuckled, the edges of his tunic soaked through with crimson. Without asking, you reached for the fabric, peeling it back to reveal the jagged slice across his shoulder.

“Careful,” he growled, though it sounded more like a pained groan. “I’ve still got fight left in me if you’re lookin’ to make it worse.”

“You’ll sit still and shut up if you know what’s good for you,” you shot back, pressing a cloth to the wound. His muscles twitched beneath your fingers, hard and tense as stone.

He tilted his head, watching you with those sharp, dark eyes. “Feisty for a healer, aren’t you?”

“I have to be,” you said, dabbing away the blood. “You wouldn’t listen otherwise.”

The corner of his mouth curved upward, just slightly. “Might listen more if you smiled at me.”

You rolled your eyes, reaching for the needle and thread. “I’ll smile when you stop walking in here half-dead.”

“Then I’ll never see it,” he muttered, but there was warmth in his voice, buried beneath the usual growl.

The room fell quiet save for the crackling of the fire and the steady pull of the thread as you stitched his wound. He didn’t flinch, though you could feel the way his body tensed with each tug.

“You could’ve let me bleed out, you know,” he said after a long moment, his voice softer now.

You glanced up at him, your hands stilling. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shrugged with his good shoulder, his gaze flickering to the hearth. “Just sayin’. Would’ve saved you the trouble.”

You frowned, tying off the stitch with a firm tug. “And who would keep me entertained with their terrible flirting?”

That earned a rough laugh from him, low and gravelly. “Terrible, is it?”

“Terrible,” you confirmed, rising to clean your hands. But before you could move away, his hand shot out, his fingers brushing your wrist. You turned back, startled by the sudden gentleness in his grip.

“Still patched me up, though,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. “You’re too kind for your own good.”

You swallowed, the weight of his gaze making it hard to breathe. “You’re not as bad as you pretend to be,” you replied, soft but firm.

For a moment, his usual smirk faltered, replaced by something raw and unguarded. Then it was gone, his hand falling away as he leaned back in the chair with a grunt.

“Don’t go spreadin’ that around,” he muttered. “I’ve got a reputation to keep.”

You couldn’t help but smile, just a little, as you turned back to your workbench. “Your secret’s safe with me, Sandor.”

Behind you, the fire crackled, and for once, he didn’t argue.

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TEEHEEEEEEEE im bluhshing

[carminechrollo]

TEASER: EXERCISE ROUTINE | miya atsumu x f!reader

MASTERLIST | NEXT

SYNOPSIS: During a press conference with MSBY Black Jackals, Atsumu admits something rather brazenly.

CONTENT WARNING: suggestive themes, miya atsumu is a cocky bastard, implied sex, msby mention.

WORD COUNT: 567

NOTES: this is a repost! taglist will open once the new chapter drops.

The continuous bright, flashing lights from cameras pointed to his face made Atsumu’s eyes a tad dry. Currently sat before a heap of journalists, photographers, and reporters, the blonde eagerly bounced his leg beneath the table—sure, media sessions were occasionally enjoyable but most of the time, it was boring; Atsumu held back his yawn a couple of times or else he wouldn’t hear the end of it from the media.

Low chatter, and audible shutter sounds from cameras filled the room, most questions were directed to Meian, which Atsumu had no complaints about—he’d rather be sitting there getting his candid photos taken than answer the same old recycled questions from journalists.

It was always about strategies, routines, and team mindsets.

Atsumu would be lying to himself if he didn’t admit to his mind cheekily wandering over to you. He was more than curious about your day—were you cooped up in your little studio writing lyrics? Were you getting you hair done at some high end salon? Or were you also stuck in a monotonous promotional activity?

Nonetheless, Atsumu hoped you were holding up better than he was. Clearly, he’d trade this for your presence right now.

“This question is actually for Miya Atsumu,” At that, his ears perked up, back straightening as the attention of the room shifted over to the team’s setter.

“Seeing as you’re given ample time just before the Olympics, do you also train outside of your regular schedule during off season? What does that routine look like for you?”

Atsumu subtly shifted in his seat, briefly scanning the crowd to find the journalist before leaning to speak into the microphone situated atop the table,

“Oh, yeah definitely. Even though the off season gives me enough time ta reconnect, and relax, I also like ta challenge myself a bit mostly with strength, and mobility trainin’—all that sorta stuff.”

“What about cardio? I know endurance plays a crucial role for volleyball players.” “Cardio? Yeah I do alotta that too. All sorts of it, ya’ll just have ta ask my girlfriend about it.”

Atsumu shot a cheeky wink to the ENG camera at the back of the room before leaning into his seat, a smug smile painted over his handsome face. His suggestive response caused a small commotion from his teammates and the audience—hushed whispers, and shocked expressions were exchanged amongst journalists whereas his fellow teammates could only side eye, and nudge him.

God, Atsumu hoped you were watching the live broadcast, he could already imagine how your pretty face would look all flustered at his idiotic response—the thought made him chuckle.

And you were.

You were merely using it as white noise while testing out instrumental tracks, not really paying attention to any of the athlete’s answers until Atsumu’s dulcet voice spilled from the speakers of your phone.

A small smile crept up your lips at his casual answer but that was until that idiotic response of his. All sorts of cardio? Ask my girlfriend? What the fuck was running through his mind? Your cheeks warmed at his bold reply but you also didn’t hesitate to shoot him a lengthy message about how foolish his words were.

Great. You could already see yours, and Atsumu’s name headlined in the entertainment news about how he uses sex as a form of cardio workout—as if your names plastered side by side haven’t been in the limelight enough.

[softlights-citylights]

just coworkers

timeskip!akaashi x coworker!reader.

content warning nothing, just akaashi being a gentleman. gender neutral pronouns.

word count [567]

m.list

They had been car-pooling with Akaashi for a few months now. The arrangement worked great for the two of them. It was convenient for when they had to work overtime. With their workload, and the number of panels they still had to work through, they spent several late nights in the office together.

"Is it wrong to like and/or date a coworker?" they asked, leaning on their knuckles and staring out the window. It had been another late night, with a deadline looming over the two of them.

"Depends." Was his one word answer. The manuscript in the back seat jostled around as he drove over a speed bump on the way out of the parking lot. Akaashi gripped the wheel a bit tighter, the tension in his forearms was visible as his sleeves were rolled up.

They turned to look at his side profile, catching a glimpse of him loosening his tie. The shadows from the dim streetlamps only made the muscles in his arms look more pronounced. They asked, "On what?"

"Who you are asking for, department, and seniority," he answered. He had always been a no bullshit, straightforward person. Akaashi tried to keep that masquerade up despite his heart racing. The possibility that it could be himself made him giddy. And the possibility that it could be another, made his heart sink.

"I'm asking for myself, we are in the same department—sorta, and seniority is a bit complicated." They started to sound a little nervous now, and Akaashi picked up on it.

He decided to press further. This was really going to suck—or be the best day of his life, depending on their answer. "Who is it that you like?"

"Will you stop car-pooling with me based on my answer?"

"No."

They didn't want to make things awkward between them. He was the best editor a mangaka could ask for. And changing editors halfway through a series like this wouldn't be the best for publicity. Nor would it do the story any favors.

"It's you," they finally said. There was nothing but the sound of the road and blood rushing through their ears. "I like you."

Akaashi was silent for a moment and the haunting feeling of having made a huge mistake washed over them. The car grew dim as they left the warm light of a streetlamp behind. Then their faces were lit once more as they approached the next. Several moments passed with nothing but the sound of their heart racing in their ears. They took a deep breath, bracing themself for the worst. "It's fine if you don't like me back, I'll get over it."

Whether those words were the truth or a lie was unclear. Perhaps they really did feel that way, or they were just putting up a brave front for Akaashi. He couldn't tell. But it didn't matter. He was happy.

"I'll be courting you from tomorrow on, then." He decided. "I want to do things properly."

Their eyes snapped up to his face to find a slight smile. He met their gaze, only taking his eyes off the road for a brief second.

The next morning, Akaashi showed up outside their apartment. Nothing seemed to have changed between the two of them. They still followed the same routine. That was up until Akaashi opened the passenger door to reveal a massive bouquet of flowers.

m.list

a/n this is my first oneshot fic, hope its not too bad. i am still working on that tsukkiyama fic tho

[oshygoshy]

“do you think i’m pretty?”

word count - 567 words

warnings - cringe couple activities (im so lonely) also i'm not sure abt some chars so i put question marks but these can fit any and all ur faves. lmk if i forgot anyone!!

a/n - back from the dead. school started up again and im depressed and i have so many exams next week but here i am procrastinating!! maybe one day i'll write something again but in the mean time have this (it's been marinating in my notes app for like 3 months by now)

“yeah, you’re cute. adorable, even...” 

he said with a million-watt smile, his fingers absentmindedly tracing shapes against your thigh. you raised an eyebrow, questioning his taste. right now, you were wearing his old pajama shirt and bottoms which were both faded and fraying at the hems. out of all the times to call you cute, did he really choose right now? 

he leaned in to kiss the tip of your nose lightly, his fingers making their way up to your hands from your legs. he held them in his own warm palms, and kissed the corner of your lips. “don’t give me that look,” he whispered. “i think you’re the cutest wearing my clothes, y’know.” he kissed your cheek. “it makes me feel at home,” he said against your lips, and you couldn’t help but smile with him. something about his charm was infectious, and no matter how much you might doubt yourself, you knew he would always love you, tattered pajamas or not. 

hinata, bokuto, komori, yaku (demon senpai or not he definitely has a soft spot), aone, asahi, hanamaki, yamaguchi? aran? tendou? kenma? kageyama?

“beautiful. absolutely gorgeous,” he breathed.

your eyes widen, taken aback at the sincerity of his tone. a light flush couldn’t help but creep its way up onto your cheeks, and you look away, abashed. his fingers brushed against your cheek, tilting your face back at him. “why are you being so shy?” he questioned. “i mean it. truly. even the simplest things you do make me fall in love all over again.” his thumb rubbed soothing circles against your soft skin. "every time you fall asleep on my shoulder, every time you raise an eyebrow at me, and even right now when your cheeks are glowing pink make my heart stutter like we're on my first date," he said with a laugh. you could feel your cheeks burn aflame at his honesty, and couldn't help but look away. “quit blushing,” he teased. “i can’t focus when you’re looking so pretty like that.” 

akaashi, sugawara ("little shit") koushi, sakusa, the hirugami bros (acting like they don't have a combined word count of 20 in the entire series), iwa chan, daichi, semi, kita, ushijima?, tsukki?

“you’re pretty sexy.  hot, if i dare be promiscuous.” 

you roll your eyes at first, huffing through your nose and turning your attention back to your phone before he drags you back to his side. “i’m being serious,” he murmured into the side of your ear, his breath tickling your skin. “it goes beyond your looks, you know. it’s the way you walk, the way you carry yourself…the way you’re so confident in our relationship and in me,” he said, heartfelt. “that kind of unwavering confidence? unbelievably hot.” he leaned back, taking in your entire body. “also, you have a nice ass, which really helps.” he deserved the slap he got, but he couldn't help but grin at the sound of your giggles. he placed a chaste kiss against your temple, his hand looping around your waist again. "keep doing whatever you're doing. i'm in love with you, always. it's hard not to be when you're so irresistible," he whispered against your skin. 

kuroo, THE miya twins, meian, futakuchi, daishou, konoha (that legendary "nah, don't wanna" panel lives in my heart), oikawa, mattsun fs,  suna, noya, i would say tanaka but i don't want to be a homewrecker

[noblebynura]

Pairing: Percy Jackson x Reader

Genre: Comfy cozy fluff

Word count: 567 [masterlist]

a/n: i live for soft percy fics🩵

[13:23]

Sitting during lunch period together, both leaning on the trunk of an old rain tree at the campus park, you both enjoyed the company of each other in silence. Well, not in complete silence, there was the buzzing of passing conversations of the other students and the sound of the rustling leaves from the gentle breeze of wind.

But you and Percy were in your quiet bubble together. You felt like it was your own world. Being with him, sharing earbuds as your favourite playlist played on shuffle, it felt as if the bubble was a vacuumed space, shutting out the outside world. For like, an hour.

Shoulder to shoulder, you sat sketching on your little sketch book. Determined to commit to finishing the entire book for the semester and not abandoning it like.... the last 4 times. Hey, it wasn't your fault that artist block came knocking on your dorm room's door after a couple of days. Keeping up with the motivation to do something can be challenging okay!

As your pen scratched the paper with black ink, you were sketching a portrait of a woman you saw from your trip to the flower market yesterday. Mind in deep focus as you tried to recall the angle of her face, the deep hooded brown eyes, and the dark curl of her hair. She was very pretty enough to be your subject of art.

Being deep in your creative headspace, the person who was leaning himself onto your shoulder took hold of your non dominant hand which didn't catch your attention at first, but the cold and blunt tip of a pen gliding on the skin of the back of your hand sure did.

Tilting your head down to your intertwined hands, you smiled at the sight of Percy drawing an outline of a star on your hand, matching his blacked out one.

Glancing at his face the best you can, given your position, you could see the little smile on his face as he carefully traced the star's outline, darkening it.

You thought he was done, but under the star, Percy being Percy, wrote a cliche line of "You're the star of my life." Which got an amused scoff out of you. And a proud smile on his face as he let go of your hand only to take it in his other one to hold them up beside his as he examined his 'masterpiece'.

"You're such a dork, you know that?"

"At least I'm your dork," Taking your hand in his again, he brought your knuckles to his lips, "M'lady."

Groaning, you rolled your eyes as you pushed him, making him fall to the side. His melodious laugh filled your bubble.

"Oh my god Percy, I swear on your dad I will-"

"What? You will what, hm?" Giving you a raised eyebrow in question. Sometimes, your mind can't think of a fast retort to him, you stutter, thinking of something.

"I'm telling him that his son cheated on a carnival water gun's game to win a stuffed bear." With a proud face, you crossed your arms over your chest. Feeling defeated already from your poor attempt at a clapback.

You hoped he didn't notice the change of subject matter?

"Okay, I won a stuffed bear for you!" Okay, he didn't notice, "If you don't want him, I'll kidnap him back from you."

"No! He's mine!"

[maeby-bby]

Harvey Smut Headcanons

Harvey x Reader Genre: SMUT, 18+ readers only Word Count: 567 A/N: harvey is so babygirl, gnawing at the bars of my enclosure fr

- let's be real right now he is a switch (and i will fight for this even though i love sub harvey)

- likes to be submissive, but sometimes likes to be in control

- soft dom when he is in control

- although he is super soft, i don’t feel like he’s inexperienced

- nerds get a lot of action, it's actually crazy

- he's also a doctor cmon now

- but i can imagine after meeting you, he just can’t get you out of his head

- and when you finally get together, he wastes no time fucking you

- he is very sweet, takes his time getting you ready, you cum at least one or two times by being fingered or being eaten out

- then takes his time fucking you, going deep and slow to feel all of you

- i don’t think he’s really into marking, but if you asked for some he would happily mark you up

- i do feel as though his head is in the crook of your neck the entire time he is fucking you

- whimpering, moaning, and whispering in your ear as he thrusts

- definitely calls you princess in bed

- and happily gives you the princess treatment in general

- i actually feel like he’s pretty vanilla, but is willing to try things if you want to

- speaking of you taking initiative-

- imagine harvey coming to the farm to surprise you, only to find you gone

- he happily waits for you in the farmhouse (with the key you gave him ofc)

- while waiting his minds drifts over to you, and he realizes how busy he’s been recently at work

- his hand slowly starts to reach for his belt, unbuckling it and reaching in to touch himself

- he just can’t help it, he misses his baby :( - you suddenly walk back into the farmhouse, a little dirty from taking a trip to the mine for resources

- you can hear harvey softly moaning in the other room, you go to see what is happening

- when you see harvey and what he is doing, you just stop and watch for a bit, unsure of what to do 

- as he continues to touch himself, harvey suddenly sees you out of the corner of his eye and is a bit embarrassed 

-”oh, baby i- i came to surprise you and you weren’t here- i’m sorry i’ve been so busy at the clinic-”

- you just walk up to him and replace his hand, starting to climb on top of him

- you both take turns undressing the other, kissing and touching

- whispering in each others ears about how much you’ve missed each other and just how horny you’ve been

- you take the lead, leading harvey to your bed and pushing him onto it

- you’re on top, harvey gripping your hips to help you-

- yeppppp

- on the other hand, imagine having his hands restrained and edging him until he cries

- :p - also a king of aftercare

- lovessss skin to skin after sex

- of course also makes sure you are okay, water, wiped off, etc etc

- but skin to skin is his drug

- both naked, you cuddled into his chest, a little sleepy but also just happy to be around each other

- fr the best partner ever

- also whimpers

- and gets moans stuck in his throat

- very very loving and mature partner <3 just wants the best for you and to be the best version of himself for you

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Pussy Magnet

Jake Lockley x GN!Reader • Rating: T •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist• ko-fi •

Summary: Jake was always good with animals.

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A/N: I'm so sorry I had to make this stupid joke, I'm-

Warnings: Terrible jokes, Jake stealing Steven and Marc's clothes, over use of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 567

You can’t help but smile as you glance over at Jake. You’re in the middle of speaking with your friend, whose home you’re currently in. She had invited you to a small barbeque, which had turned into an impromptu dinner party when the heavens had opened. 

There were only seven of you in total, so it wasn’t too overcrowded. 

While everyone else were seated on, or around the large armchair and settee in the living room, Jake was the exception. 

He was laying on his side, his hand outstretched under the bookcase, slowly coaxing your friend’s new kitten out of hiding. 

There was the largest, softest smile plastered over his face as the cat slowly inches forward and sniffed his fingers. 

He had been carefully befriending the kitten over the last forty minutes, taking it as a personal mission the second your friend mentioned she had a new kitten that was painfully shy around new people. 

She was a small thing, the runt of the litter, black and white with wide green eyes. Your friend and her partner had affectionately named her ‘Newspaper’.  

Slowly Newspaper crept closer to him, a few careful steps forward until she was completely out from under the bookshelf’s protection. She paused, watching Jake carefully before shuffling closer again. 

Your friend asks you a question and you turn back to her and the conversation around you. 

It’s about twenty minutes later that Jake comes and sits down next to you, grinning intently. 

You turn to him, raising an eyebrow playfully and his grin widens. 

He’s holding his shirt, a borrowed one from Steven, at an odd angle. Basically cradling it. Even if there wasn’t a bulge over his left chest it would be easy to work out why.

“What you got there?” You ask innocently. 

“Nothing.” He beams at you and leans closer, moving his shirt slightly to the side to show you Newspaper nestled against him and purring. 

You grin. 

“You think Marc’ll tell me off for getting cat hair on his t-shirt?” 

“Nah.” You shake your head. “He might tell you off for borrowing his clothes again, but not for the cat hair.”

Jake snorts. “Steven doesn’t mind when I do it.” 

You grin wider. 

“It’s Marc’s fault anyway for buying comfy clothes.” 

That makes you laugh. 

Newspaper moves a little in her sleep, tucking in closer to Jake. 

You pause for a moment, watching the kitten. A terrible joke pops into your head as if it was placed there by some unseen force. Part of you wonders if Khonshu is whispering in your ear, but then again Jake would have heard him too. 

“Jake…” You say as naturally as you can. 

“Hmm?” He glances up, clocking the silly expression on your face before you even get a chance to talk. 

You speak anyway. “You’re really good with animals…”

“Yeah.” He pins you with his deadpan gaze, ready for whatever corny joke you’re going to say next. 

“Some could say you’re a … pussy magnet.”

He snorts, breaking his nonchalant facade as quickly as he formed it and nudges you playfully in the arm with his shoulder. 

You expect an eye roll when he looks back at you, something along the lines of ‘that’s awful.’ But instead he smiles, silky smooth. “I have been told that in my time.” He waggled his eyebrows at you until you laughed and woke up the kitten. 

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[zeroseuniverse]

00:00 O' Clock

Word Count: 567 Summary: “I always thought birthdays were supposed to feel like a fresh start, you know?” You tilted your head, watching him. “And this one doesn’t?” Pairing: Ricky X Reader

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Ricky had always liked the idea of new beginnings. There was something comforting about the thought of turning the page, of leaving the past behind and stepping into something fresh, something unwritten. His birthday had always been that moment for him—the clock striking midnight, a quiet promise in the air that things could change for the better.

But this year, something was different.

You noticed it the moment the candles were blown out, when the laughter and cheers faded into a lull, leaving only the two of you sitting on the balcony of his apartment. The city below was alive with neon lights and fleeting conversations, but Ricky? Ricky was quiet.

“You’re unusually serious tonight,” you said, nudging his arm.

He exhaled a soft laugh, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yeah… I guess I am.”

You waited, knowing better than to push him before he was ready. Ricky had always been like that—introspective, thoughtful. He spoke when he had something to say, and you had long since learned that silence was just another language he used to express himself.

After a while, he sighed, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the hem of his sweater. “I always thought birthdays were supposed to feel like a fresh start, you know?”

You tilted your head, watching him. “And this one doesn’t?”

He hesitated. “It feels like… like something’s ending instead.”

His words settled between you like an unfinished puzzle, their meaning just out of reach. You frowned, shifting closer so your shoulder brushed his. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know,” Ricky admitted, running a hand through his hair. “I just feel like… I’ve been waiting for something to change. Like maybe if I keep moving forward, things will start making sense. But right now, it just feels like I’m leaving things behind without knowing if I should.”

Your heart ached at the uncertainty in his voice. “You don’t have to figure everything out right away,” you murmured. “Not everything changes just because the clock hits midnight.”

He looked at you then, and for the first time that night, something in his expression softened. “Maybe you’re right.”

You smiled, nudging him lightly. “I usually am.”

That earned a quiet chuckle from him, and you could tell he appreciated your presence, the steadiness you offered. Ricky had always been strong, always composed, but moments like this—when he let himself be vulnerable—reminded you that even the strongest people needed a hand to hold sometimes.

The night stretched on, but neither of you moved. The city continued its quiet hum around you, but in that little corner of the world, it was just the two of you, sitting close enough to feel each other’s warmth.

Ricky exhaled slowly, his gaze still distant but his shoulders less tense. “Maybe this chapter isn’t about leaving something behind,” he murmured. “Maybe it’s about realizing what I want to keep.”

Your breath hitched, but you forced yourself to stay steady. “And what do you want to keep?”

He turned toward you, and for the first time that night, he looked certain. “You.”

Your chest tightened, warmth blooming beneath your ribs. You’d always been by Ricky’s side, a quiet presence through all his beginnings and endings. And maybe, just maybe, this time was no different.

Maybe, this was the start of something new.

And maybe, for once, neither of you had to face it alone.

[sweetiesicheng]

seungkwan - nap

word count : 567

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"oh man, it's too cold now," seungkwan sighs as he looks at the weather app on his screen. “they’ll need their bigger coat for today,” he adds and pulls out your coat from deep in the closet.

he goes ahead and takes out an outfit to change into for a group lunch date that the two of you have today. he cleans the room up a bit too while he's at it since he doesn't have much to do around the apartment.

afterwards, seungkwan walks into the living room and finds you deep asleep on the couch. you have a small blanket around you and two of the couch pillows under your head.

he walks over to you and sits down next to you. he doesn't want to wake you up, but it's around lunch time, which means that you should get up so you have enough time to get ready without rushing.

"honey, time to get up," seungkwan quietly speaks. he rubs his hand on your arm, trying to wake you up as gently as possible.

you start to wake up and see seungkwan sitting next to you. however, you just snuggle and get closer to seungkwan. you're too sleepy and cozy right now. the perfect mentality to keep napping instead of getting on with your day.

"few more minutes. i promise," you say to him.

seungkwan shakes his head, "you always say that, and we both know that's a lie, honey," he says to you. "you know, you should just sleep in the room. we both know this couch isn't the greatest."

"i'm out like a light, aren't i?" you reply.

"no, you're not. you're talking to me right now," he says to you.

you grumble, "let me sleep."

seungkwan sighs before speaking again. "scoot over," he says to you. you open your eyes and raise an eyebrow at him. you hum in confusion. "i said, scoot over," he repeats.

you manage to scoot over a bit so seungkwan can lay down next to you. he lays on his side, and you cover him with some of your blanket.

"joining me in a good nap, hm?" you say to him and give him a pillow to lay on.

"my girlfriend looks lonely by herself," he replies.

you giggle, "well, thank you, baby," you say to him and lay your head in the crook of his crook of his neck. seungkwan wraps his arm around you.

"only for a little bit, alright? we'll have to hurry later," seungkwan says to you. you nod and close your eyes. you feel seungkwan kiss your head as you get comfortable again.

—

"i'll pick you up with seungkwan and y/n after i drop off everything. mm, okay. bye baby."

jeonghan puts his phone in his pocket and types the passcode in for the lock.

"seungkwan, y/n, i'm back," jeonghan announces when he opens the door.

when jeonghan walks into the apartment, he notices two familiar faces snoozing away on the couch. he looks at the time and chuckles, knowing his two roommates definitely aren't ready for the scheduled lunch date.

he decides to take a picture and takes his phone out. he moves a bit closer to get a good angle and takes a photo, immediately sending it to the group chat for today's lunch.

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[ jeonghan ]

the group date is gonna be missing a few people today hahaha

[bradleysass]

Baking - @noblehouseofgay - word count: 567 - 25 Days of Jegumas

Regulus Black stood in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a streak of flour smudged across his cheek, and an expression of intense concentration on his face. The recipe book lay open in front of him, a little dusted with flour itself, its elegant cursive handwriting giving instructions for a chocolate torte. It had been his mother’s recipe—one of the few pleasant memories Regulus had from his childhood. But as he tried to fold the whipped egg whites into the melted chocolate mixture, he couldn’t help but feel slightly overwhelmed.

“You know, you’re adorable when you’re trying too hard,” came a teasing voice from behind him. James Potter leaned against the doorframe, his messy hair sticking up in all directions and his signature grin lighting up the room. He had flour on his glasses from his earlier attempt to "help," which had ended with an explosion of ingredients and an apologetic shrug from him.

Regulus turned, narrowing his eyes. “If you’re just going to stand there and make fun of me, you can leave.”

James held up his hands in mock surrender. “I’m here to help. Swear on…” he looked around, “this slightly singed whisk.” He picked up the whisk Regulus had discarded earlier when James’s idea of “fast whipping” had resulted in a minor kitchen disaster.

Regulus’s lips twitched, but he managed to suppress the smile. “Fine. But follow my instructions this time. Precisely. No improvising.”

“Scout’s honor,” James said solemnly, though his grin widened when Regulus rolled his eyes.

Together, they worked on the torte. Regulus barked instructions like a drill sergeant, and James—despite his usual tendency to joke around—did his best to obey. When it came time to pour the batter into the pan, James nudged Regulus aside.

“Let me do this part,” he said. “I’m good at pouring things. You know, butterbeer, firewhisky…”

“Pour it evenly, Potter,” Regulus snapped, but there was no real malice in his tone.

James did as instructed, humming a tune as he tilted the bowl carefully. When he was done, he looked at Regulus with a triumphant expression. “Perfect, if I do say so myself.”

Regulus inspected the pan critically, then gave a reluctant nod. “It’ll do.”

As the torte baked, the two cleaned up the kitchen—or rather, Regulus cleaned, and James tried to clean but ended up creating more mess. At one point, James flicked a bit of soap suds at Regulus, who retaliated by smearing a dollop of frosting across James’s nose.

By the time the timer went off, they were both laughing, Regulus’s usually pristine hair slightly disheveled, and James’s face streaked with frosting and flour.

When the torte finally cooled, Regulus carefully removed it from the pan and dusted it with powdered sugar. James’s mouth watered as he watched, and he didn’t wait for Regulus’s permission before grabbing a fork and digging in.

“Merlin, that’s good,” James said around a mouthful.

Regulus huffed, though his cheeks were faintly pink. “Of course it is. I made it.”

James leaned over, pressing a quick kiss to Regulus’s flour-dusted cheek. “You’re brilliant, you know that?”

Regulus rolled his eyes but couldn’t quite hide the small smile that crept onto his face. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you love it,” James said confidently, taking another bite of the torte.

Regulus didn’t respond, but the way his smile lingered suggested that James might be right.

[honeyedmiller]

Sir

ceo!joel miller x f!reader drabble

warnings: implied sexual thoughts / fantasies, sir kink, boss x employee, joel is a horny southern gentleman (real), implied smut, no use of y/n.

word count: 567

rating: explicit. 18+, minors dni.

It was like clockwork.

That three letter word that you’d greet him with every single morning, without fail.

Good morning, sir.

…Sir.

It made his cock twitch in his slacks.

He found the whole thing a little ridiculous; you were innocent and kind in your pleasantries and greetings toward him. Yet he, the CEO of Miller Contracting, couldn’t keep his dick contained every time that word slipped past your lips.

It was like sweet honey oozing from your tongue, and he wanted to lick up every single drop of it.

He’d imagine that one day, your soft looking hands would knock on his door and you’d peek your pretty face in to ask him an important question, and he’d coax you in with that million dollar smile and thick, charming drawl.

You’d walk up to his desk, heels clicking on the floor as you stop just before the massive mahogany that sits near a floor-to-ceiling window which emanates a light that illuminates your face. He’d get a good look at you in your button down shirt and pencil skirt, honey brown eyes drinking in your figure as you watch him intently.

You’d quirk a brow at him as to almost challenge him to do something he shouldn’t do, but god, all he wants is to have his hands all over you, in you, letting your body as a whole consume the very being he is.

He wanted to become intoxicated by you; a drug he couldn’t give up. Nothing even a goddamn NA meeting could fix.

He’d pull you down to sit on his lap—no, straddle him—and you’d rut your hips against his, your skirt riding up to your hips. You’d kiss him ferociously; like you couldn’t survive without his lips on yours. Like you couldn’t breathe without his mouth on you.

You’d moan his name as he can feel the wetness in your panties, your aching core begging to be touched by him. You’d beg and plead for him—please sir, please touch me—and he’d oblige. You’d beg him with pathetic pleas spilling past your lips for him to fill you with his aching, pulsating cock. He’d want to ruin you.

You’d let him.

He’d make you feel things no other man has made you feel. He’d leave you unsatiated, though. You’d want to come back for more.

You’d always come back for more.

And a knock on the door startles him from his perfect daydream; one that has him hard and has precome sticking to his boxers. He welcomes whoever it is into his office.

It’s you.

You peek your head through the door with a small smile, and he swears he gets a moment of déjà vu.

You step into his office and close the door behind you, leaning up against it as you stare at him intently. You look down at the hard-on in his slacks, and you lick your lips as your eyes flit to his darkening gaze, dangerous and fueled with pure desire.

Come here, he says.

Yes sir, you oblige.

And fuck, he thought he was losing it when he realized his fantasy was materializing.

Maybe you knew exactly what saying that damned word would do to him. Maybe you knew he’d like it. You had him wrapped around your perfectly manicured finger.

It was easy. Too easy.

Maybe you weren’t so innocent, after all.

And maybe Joel fucking loved it.

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First Most Hits: Strange Pilgrims (Good Omens) / complete / 127k words. A large and ambitious fic about a lot of things and - alarmingly - having an actual plot, but it excuses that by also having jokes in it. 55,424 hits.

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