#Word count: 695

[arlertwhore]

pairing: paige bueckers x fem! reader warning(s): ladies, red warning so yk i'm not playing — NASTYYYYY dirty talk ahead, mating press, lowkey highkey breeding kink, daddy kink, crying, deepness / cervix-play, strap, i think thats it but one more warning for that dirty talk.

synopsis: baby daddy paige in da building! don't even wanna say too much 😅 brave girls read! word count: 695. Author Note: guys i have no recollection of when i wrote this which is what makes it sicker...i can just tell i was in the throes of ovulation & baby fever tho (as i usually am) 😓

“Take it, baby, fuck—”Paige growled, giving your cunt unimpeded deep strokes, the blonde thrusting into you with relentless speed, a proud grin spreading across her sexy, sweat-slicked face as she pounded you into the mattress. "Fuck, ma, look how much she likes that dick, hm?"

"Yeah, shit P, oh! Shit daddy, fuck me like that, fuck-" you whined, your voice breaking as your body trembled with pleasure, hips bucking up to meet each of her piercing strokes, completely overwhelmed by the sensation.

Paige shifted back, hoisting your ankles over her shoulders and folding you deeper into the mattress, her brows furrowed and bottom lip bitten down in intense concentration as she positioned you in the mating press. —She was so close to your drenched pussy—sweaty body flush against yours, nipples coated in your slick sweat pressed together, and she had somehow managed to fit all the length of her strap impossibly within you, buried to fucking hilt. She was screwing you with an intensity that felt like life itself, yet it was as if she was simultaneously killing you.

She was way stronger, way bigger, and had the stamina to keep up at it for multiple rounds: with the determination in her movements and the determined look on her face, you knew there was no chance of her letting you up soon—especially not when you could feel every single inch of the plastic inside your soaked, dripping cunt, and the faint pulse of her vibrator against your g-spot. "Deep, baby, deeep... aw shit," she groaned as she plunged into the depths of your cunt, her movements audible and slick, cock messily slipping in & out of you like a fountain. Your arousal dripped dirtily all over both your thighs, coating both Paige, yourself, and the sheets beneath you. Your toes clenched tightly, a shout escaping you, far too loud for a 3 a.m. night in your condo. She filled you, true to her word, her thrusts deep and unyielding as you clung to her back—perhaps for comfort, even as she was the one ravaging your pussy. Your purple nails raked into her skin—her favorite color—leaving marks as you desperately pulled her closer, your arousal splashing onto her as she pounded into you.

"Ah! AH! Fuck, Paige... please!" you cried out when you felt the tip of her strap hitting a spot—one you never even knew existed, as you had NEVER had anything prodding this deep inside of you before.

"Where you feelin' me, baby? Hm? Show me where I'm at," she whispered against your cheek, her labored breath mingling with the clapping of slick, heated skin.

Your hands shook as you tried to gather the strength to point, but your mind was spinning. When she spat at you, commanding like a dominatrix, "Where?!" you couldn’t help but obey. "Here! Here, right here, Paige!" you moaned, clutching your lower abdomen, feeling the outline of her strap. She released her grip on your legs briefly, guiding your hands to press down against it. Each thrust emphasized the jab and knock in your gut, sending a euphoric mix of pressure and pleasure through your body.

You made a sound—something between a cry and a shout, lost in the overwhelming of pleasure and passion.

"Imma make that pussy cum again, baby, okay?" she purred, her voice low and almost sweet, making your cunt clench desperately around her strap, anticipation building with every rock of her hips into yours. "Okay? Talk to me, baby—wanna cum on my dick? Want me to fuck my cum into you?" she coaxed. You sobbed, a desperate moan escaping from the depths of your loins—you could barely breathe, and she was thrilled, her blue eyes shining with dark satisfaction.

"Y-yeah, I want your kids, P, mhm!"

She grinned deviously, increasing her pace, each thrust filled with purposeful intent. "Yeah? You want daddys kids? Give my baby something to do while I’m away?"

"I want you, yeah," you gasped at her, and she smirked at that. "I’m gonna make sure you feel me even when I’m gone this week, baby." And just like that, you were cumming, back to square one enduring her pleasuring wrath. MASTERLIST

AUTHOR NOTE #2: i can't even yap right now.. how are we doing ladies? post-war thoughts 🤔😔💭 i've been gone for so long missed ya byeee!

[cherryredstars]

1k Prompts

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Bathroom Sex, Jealousy, Penetrative Sex

Summary: A little warm up before the game starts. 

Word Count: 695 (Not Edited)

You were always such a tease. 

He almost tripped over the ball as he watched you, a scowl distorting his face. Today, the boys and girls soccer team had a game. It wasn’t unnatural for the two teams to practice together, going through drills and pair training. But usually, you and Miguel would pair up together, going toe to toe. A way to help build up the competitive nature within the both of you before a game.

But here you are, giggling and smiling with one of his teammates. You have a wide smile on your face, eyes on the ball as the two of you fight over it. You keep bumping into Peter’s side as you try to steal from one another, a loud yelp escaping you when you almost trip over the ball. Eventually, you steal the ball, his teammate falling to the ground as you kick it into the empty net. You whoop out in victory, smiling and sticking your tongue out childishly at your opponent before helping him up. It makes Miguel’s blood boil as he watches. 

But it isn’t anything to worry about, not really. Not when he has you trapped between him and the wall, your legs wrapped around his hips to keep you up as he slides into you. You mewl, all that fight and competition leaving your body as you suck him in. You lean forward, whimpering into his neck as he bottoms out with a groan. The sound vibrates in the empty bathroom, and you press your face more into his neck to muffle the sounds. Miguel coos down at you mockingly, watching how your body instantly accommodates him and sags. 

“Where did all that energy go, hm?” He whispers into your ear. You whine again, quickly moaning out when he pulls out and thrusts sharply into you. “You had so much energy when you were fucking around with Peter.”

He gives you more rough thrusts when you don’t answer, and you throw your head back against the wall. Your mouth is wide open, moaning and whining as you close your eyes. It makes Miguel hum in satisfaction. He doesn’t stop his punishing thrusts, only going faster. Your hand drops to his chest, pushing him away weakly. 

“M-Miguel! Not so rough! I still have to p-play!” You struggle to say, interrupting yourself with gasps. 

Miguel only rolls his eyes, but he still listens and softens his thrusts slightly. But he doesn’t slow down his pace. If the two of you want to get off in time to clean up and get to the field before the game starts, he needs to get the two of you to come fast. His hand trails down to your clit, rubbing it in fast circles that have your back arching. You clutch onto his arm desperately, body tensing as you feel your release building to its peak. Your legs around his hips have him in a vice grip as you moan out his name, walls clenching as you finish. 

Miguel is quick to follow, the feeling of your tight walls fluttering doing him in. He buries his face into your neck as he groans, pumping his release into you with slow thrusts until he stills. The two of you stay still, catching your breath for a few seconds. Miguel slides out slowly, setting you down to the floor. He grabs a few paper towels from the dispenser, handing you some as the two of you wipe off. When the two of you finish, you readjust your clothing and walk over to the mirror. 

From behind you Miguel smirks, “I think you can walk just fine. Don’t know what you were fussing about.”

You scowl at him from the mirror, undoing your fucked-up ponytail and fixing it. “Shut up, you jealous fuck.”

Miguel scowls at you, ruffling his hair and deeming himself presentable. Ugh, men. He grumbles something under his breath about you making shit up, flicking the back of your head. He walks towards the bathroom door, sticking a finger back at you. “Twist an ankle!”

“Take a ball to the nuts!” You shout back.

God, you hate him.

[justinalovee]

𝑫ō𝒏𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂

Pairing: Helaena Targaryen × Reader x Rhaenyra Targaryen

Word Count: 695

Warnings: Incest, oral sex, fingering, sex toy

Summary: Smut, smut, smut

A/N: All characters are 18+! minors DNI

“Shh, not so loud; you don’t want to wake the castle."

You bend over Rhaenyra’s face, letting her take one of your pebbled nipples into her mouth to silence her moans. You continue to massage her breasts as Rhaenyra lays on her back, her head resting on your lap, while Helaena flicks her tongue across your older sister’s swollen clit.

The intimate act between three women and three siblings would be sinful to most, but to a Targaryen, there was nothing more natural.

All three of you had lost your husbands during the war caused by a younger man usurping his elder sister, the rightful heir to the throne. Aegon, Daemon, and Aemond all died as a result, but thankfully, the gods spared the children. The day after Aegon’s coronation, Rhaenyra stated she would gladly take her siblings back into her heart, knowing that all of this was your mother and grandsire’s bidding, and both you and Helaena flew to Dragonstone that night.

Since the war had ended, it had been suggested by many lords with positions in the queen's council that both the queen and princesses should remarry, but Rhaenyra refused and proclaimed she had her Visenya and Rhaenys. Between the three of you, you had eleven heirs, eight boys, and three daughters, so you had no need for marriage.

In high valyrian, Rhaenyra slurs that she wants to taste you.

Not needing to be told again, you move further up the bed, and Rhaenyra flips onto her stomach and nestles between your legs. She starts to rub at your clit rapidly with her finger while dipping her tongue into your dripping hole, savoring every drop of your slick.

Healena kneels beside you on the bed, takes your face in her hands, and gives you a long and passionate kiss. One had gropes at her ass while the other clung to Rhaenyra’s silver locks as she pushed you closer to the edge of cumming. With a slight change of tactic, Rhaenyra scissors her fingers inside you, causing your legs to shake, and when her nose brushes against your clit, your climax hits, and you scream out your sister's names as cum into her mouth.

Your head is still spinning when Helaena moves from the bed with a mischievous look on her face.

Rhaenyra kisses your body until she reaches your lips; her mouth is covered in your arousal. “You’re glowing, my love.”

“Hmm, I wonder why,” you giggle.

You feel her smile against your skin as she kisses your neck, giving you a moment to catch your breath. Feeling a dip at the end of the bed, both you and Rhaenyra look, and you see Helaena crawling up the bed with a cock between her legs that looks as if it’s made from stone, being held in place by leather straps.

Leaning down, she kisses the back of Rhaenyra’s shoulder. “What do you say, my queen?”

Rhaenyra answered her question with a rough kiss, playfully biting on the other woman’s lower lip.

One of your favorite sights was watching Helaena come apart when Rhaenyra would devour her. The idea of seeing the beautiful scene in reverse made your clit throb. You palm at Rhaenyra’s ass cheeks before spreading her open, giving Helaena easier access to her cunny.

After applying a generous amount of oil to the toy, Helaena lines herself up at Rhaenyra’s entrance and slowly slides into her. The room is filled with the sound of moans and skin slapping together as Helaena thrusts faster and Rhaenyra’s breasts rub against yours. You slip your hand between her legs and start to circle her sensitive clit, bringing her closer to the edge.

It doesn’t take long for Rhaenyra to come undone, soaking the fake cock. Her wetness drips down onto your thighs, which gives you the wicked idea of having Helaena ride your thigh until she cums.

It takes Rhaenyra a few moments to recover from her orgasm; she slumps beside you on the bed to regain her energy, and at that time, Helaena removes the toy.

You both take one of Helaena’s hands and say, “Now it’s time we cherish you, dear sister.”

[libraryofloveletters]

The Right Way To Do It 

Sebastian Vettel x Fem!Reader

Warnings: it's ferrari!seb of course - he's the most husband, seb's so picky and reader is over it, one childish joke about balls, seb's a little OCD about his ornaments, some playfully husband and wife bickering.

Word Count: 695

Author's Note: welcome to my holiday extravaganza series! are we shocked im starting with seb? no :) I hope y'all enjoy this as much as I as do!!

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Sebastian is the most meticulous person you've ever met in your life, and yes, that also translates to Christmas tree decorating. 

The 8 foot tree stood strong and tall in the middle of the window. You stood back a few feet, looking up at it in all its glory. The boxes of ornaments you had Sebastian lug up from the basement were scattered on the couches and the coffee table.

How are you ever going to get this done?

You took inventory of all the ornaments you had, making sure you had even amounts of the colours before you began hanging them on the tree.

Starting from the bottom, you rotate the colours every few ornaments. It took you a few tries and a lot of reshuffling before you were satisfied with it.

"That's not how it's supposed to go," he calls as he walks into the living room, dropping himself down into an empty space on the couch.

Kneeling on the floor to put the ornaments on the bottom branches, you shift to look at your husband. "Is that so?"

"Yeah," he nods, eating a bit of the popcorn you had made to string and put on the tree. "It's supposed to be red, gold, green. Not red, red, gold, green, red. That's messy, babe."

"Instead of nitpicking, why don't you just come do it yourself?" You huffed, turning your attuning back to the tree.

Sebastian liked to annoy you, picking at things just to raise your blood pressure. You often bit back, much to his amusement.

He liked it when you got feisty with him. He never took you seriously, not until today.

His warm hands rested on your shoulders, carefully shifting you off to the side as he started to rearrange the ornaments you had hung. "Seb, are you serious?"

"As serious as a heart attack, baby." He smiles at you, then turns to the ornaments you had scattered on the living room floor.

Sebastian starts muttering under his breath, his fingers moving 100 miles an hour as he sorts through something in his head. You looked at the man, watching in confusion.

"What are you doing?"

"Counting."

"Counting.. what?"

"Balls."

You snickered at his response. "You're counting.. balls?"

He rolls his eyes, "we need to go to the store." Your brows furrow and he senses the lack of understanding, as if you were missing a piece of the puzzle, and that you were. "We need more green, let's go."

Much to your displeasure, your husband drags you out into the cold. He promised to buy you one of those hot chocolates you liked from the stand outside of the store before you went home and that he did.

Five massive shopping bags in hand; Seb picked up anything from ornaments to throw pillows to Christmas candles.

He had a habit of losing his mind when the holidays rolled around.

After you two finally made it home, Sebastian instructed you the order in which you had to hand him the ornaments; red, gold, green, red, gold, green - in that exact order.

You huffed and grumbled, handing him the ornaments as he moved around the tree, saying that you could have done the same thing. Sebastian playfully rolls his eyes at you, reminding you that you don't have to help if you don't want to and as much as you'd love to stop, you knew Seb would get distracted and leave the tree halfway decorated.

It took an hour and a half, a trip to the store and a bit of bickering but the tree was finally done.

You stood up, watching as Seb steps off of the stool, the star sitting perfectly straight on the top. His hand rests on your lower back, pulling you into his side.

"Perfect, isn't it?"

You roll your eyes, "I would have done the same thing, Sebastian."

"Not the way I'd do it, though." He teased, nudging your hip with his. You find yourself rolling your eyes yet again, something you did often in the presence of your husband.

"Yeah, sure." Your hand resting on his jaw, your thumb brushing over his soft skin - he finally shaved, an early Christmas gift for you - you lean into your husband, reaching up to kiss him. "Whatever you say, Seb."

[thesuperiorrobin]

“He lost his virginity?!?”

❥pairing: Damian Wayne x fem!Reader

❥word count: 695

Summery: the batfamily notice Damian acting off these past couple of months and come up with weird ideas as to why

Warning: mentions of the loss of virginity. Slightly cursing’

No one really paid much attention to Damian at first. It was normal every night. Everyone would hang out in the batcave, Bruce by the computer doing nightly Batman work and the others either sparring in the middle or doing their own separate thing. Damian would come late as usual. He normally takes on the “night shift” as one would call it—glancing at the city's dangerous streets before he switches off with Jason. It was the same.

Jason and Dick were sparring while Tim watched, having been beaten by Jason early—Dick challenged him. Both men Holden had a fight and both of them paid no mind when Damian came back from his patrol. Until he walked right past them and Jason got a whiff of his scent. It was his body Odor no, it didn’t smell bad at all. It actually smells like perfume. Not cologne because there’s a distinct difference between the two.

Damian Wayne smelt like Ariana Grande god is a woman's perfume.

Now how Jason knew that was a mystery. But now he was taken aback by the smell; it left an opening for Dick to land a blow. And he did. A very hard one at that which nicked the air out of Jason and he fell to the ground.

“Ha!” Dick laughed out in victory “got your ass!”

Jason mumbles something under his breath as he rubs the pain away from his side harshly. Tim’s chuckles could be heard from afar and Jason glared at him. Dick out stretches his arm and hand. A gesture that helps Jason off the ground and onto his feet.

“Somethings off about the demon spawn” Jason groans out as he bends back and a slight crack can be heard from behind.

“Little D? I haven’t seen anything strange coming from him”

Jason rolls his eyes “yeah because you’re too busy ogoaling kory to notice that the spawn of satan smells like Ariana grande's God is a women perfume”

“I-“

“How do you know what Ariana’s perfume smells like Jason?” Tim asked. An amused grin plays on his lips as he stares at the older man.

“Barbra uses it a lot”

“Mhm sure”

“It’s true!” Jason yells “to be honest I’m more of a Lady Gaga fan. Ariana’s alright I guess”

Dick lets out a dramatic gasp, catching the other two men’s attention. “What if he has a girlfriend?!”

“Doubt it. Have you personally met him? That boy need to fix his attitude before he can get with a girl”

“Good point”

“Don’t be rude you two”

That’s when they decided they were going to break their boundaries. Only by a little, not a lot. They all kept a close ear and eye on him. Every night they would watch him. A little creepy sure but they notice that something would be off about it. One day he came back from patrol with messy hair—it was more messy than usual. The next day came back with his mask slightly crooked. And then the day after that day he comes back smelling like women's perfume, his hair is messy and his mask is crooked. Not to mention his skin was glowing. Dick was the first to say something.

“ oh my god he’s turning into Bruce!” He was more dramatic than the other two were. “He lost his Virginity!”

“How do you know he lost it!?”

“That boy was glowing Todd! He was glowing!”

“Okay what if he’s been taking good care of his skin? I’ve noticed a lot less bumps on his face”Jason taps his cheek. Dick still believes Damian is turning out to be like Bruce. Which is honestly far from it considering the fact that Damian has mentioned a few times that he doesn’t want to be like his father at all. It was decided whether or not he should tell Bruce but it wasn’t any of his business and it would just seem like Dick was sticking his nose somewhere he shouldn’t have in the first place. Meanwhile Jason and Tim were beating money in the corner.

“I bet forty he does his skin care routine at barbas house”

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Jason Todd is a lady Gaga fan he told me that himself 😋

[f1nalboys]

Takin' It - Bo Sinclair

Bo Sinclair x GN!AFAB!Reader

wrote this based off this one singular textpost i made when i was also high. enjoy

WORD COUNT: 695

WARNINGS: nsfw, pegging, bottom!bo, top!reader, reader uses a strap but does refer to it as a cock at one point, doggy style, making bo beg, face down ass up, degradation sorta, reader ended up way meaner than originally planned so enjoy that, vauge hints at bo being a dickhead outside of sex, like a vauge primal urge to fuck bo, both reader and bo are called a bitch, bo calls reader sweetheart/baby/bitch lol, proofread but im currently high and wrote this in an hour so.... take with that what you will <3

“F-fuck you!”

It never failed to make you laugh at just how often Bo ran his mouth. Whether it was in the morning when he decided the breakfast you cooked was too cold, or the afternoon when you had dropped the flashlight you were holding for him in the sweltering garage and he had berated you for an hour, or earlier in the night when he had made some snide comment. Or, like right now, when he was bent over the bed with the blankets gripped tight in his fingers and his face squished into the mattress. His mouth just never seemed to stop running.

“Shut the fuck up, wouldja?” You grunt, hips snapping forwards harshly, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room followed by a sharp hiss from Bo, though it was slightly muffled, just like everything else he said. “How’s it feel, Bo, huh? I can feel you shaking under me.”

For once, Bo doesn’t answer you. You can just barely make out the stitched brow, the open mouth, the few tears that had slipped down his cheek mixing with the sheen of sweat that covered him in the darkness of the room. Your hand, which had been holding onto his hips for the last thirty minutes, dig into the plump flesh, eliciting another hiss and you can’t help but grin down at him when you feel the resistance as you push back inside him. 

“Aw, look at that, fuck. You love it, don’t you? Feeling my cock inside you like this, making you take it,” you grunt, your thrusts speeding up, getting harder. Briefly, you wonder if this is why Bo acted the way he did; being on top and feeling, seeing, smelling every change in your body and being overcome with an urge so interwoven with your body that you act without thinking? Wanting to get more from you and knowing you could give it if he just did it a bit harder, a bit faster, for a bit longer? “You better tell me or I’ll stop.”

Bo makes a choked noise, a sob, and you moan under your breath, sweat rolling down the back of your neck. “Fuckin’ bitch!” Bo spits and you start to pull out, both hands resting on his hips to push him off of you, only another inch or two of the silicon left inside of him, and his hand reaches behind him to blindly grab at your hip. “D-Don’t! Dontchu fuckin’ dare!”

“You better get to begging then, bitch.” You say, leaning over and grabbing him by the hair like he has done to you time and time again, yanking him up. The toy is forced back inside him, deeper than it’s ever been, and you can feel the vibrations of a moan as your other hand rests against his throat. His head, being held back in the angle it was, reveals to you the perfect view of his fucked out face. 

Tanned and lightly freckled skin, weathered from days outside, covered in sweat and a redness that went from his nose to the tips of his ears. His eyes are half-lidded, eyes rolling into the back of his head every few seconds. You laugh at the drool that had collected in the corner of his mouth. A tug on the brown locks threaded between your fingers brings him back to the surface just enough to break his resolve.

“Fuckin’ shit! M’sorry, baby, keep going, alright? I do love it, shit, I do, Y/N! God, j-just like that, sweetheart, don’t you stop, alright? Christ, when’d you get this fucking strong, huh?” He asks, accent so much thicker when he’s not thinking about it. A brief squeeze on his throat and now that shit-eating grin is back on his face and he’s rocking his hips back, fucking himself on the toy as you catch your breath behind him. “You like given’ it to me, darlin’?”

You grin, leaning in and nipping at his neck. “I get the appeal.” You whisper, jerking your hips forwards and taking back over for him. “Now hurry the fuck up and cum or you don’t get to tonight.”

[saturnhani]

saturn.

content: leehan x gender neutral reader. word count: 695 words naia's notes: hello... this is incredibly nerve wracking for some reason and I apologise if it's not great, this is just a little stream of consciousness I wrote when I was just feeling ... so much love for Leehan... it's short, but I hope it's good enough ><!!

Everyday feels the same. You wake up at 6:30 in the morning, willing yourself to get out of bed. To clean yourself up, to get dressed. To eat something just so you don’t pass out halfway through the day. To go to work. Everything feels the same. 

The sound of dead leaves crunching under the soles of your shoes as you walk your usual route has become white noise to you. You used to step around the piles of dead leaves that accumulated by the sidewalk, but now you just plunge your feet right into them, left after right, right after left. The beeping of bus cards being tapped in and out, people alighting and boarding the bus. The sound of the bus’ bell at every stop. Everything feels the same. 

What a moral, emotional dilemma it is. You’re not unhappy. You have a well paying job, a roof over your head, the means to splurge on yourself every now and then. You’re not unhappy. You’re just … bored. Everything feels the same, everyday feels the same.

Well… maybe not everything. 

“Darling,” Leehan’s voice, low and deep, familiar and warm, breaks you out of your bored daze. You can hear the smile in his tone of voice before you see it. The mental image of the way his eyes crinkle at the sides, his boxy smile making his whole face beam ⎯ it’s enough to pull a smile of your own as well. 

Your steps become lighter as you cross the road, like you’re physically stepping into a brighter, happier place. How could you not feel this way, when Leehan looks at you so gently and warmly, like you’re the most delicate lotus blooming in the dull, mundane waters. You meet him with a smile, your earlier exhaustion melting away the moment he wraps you in his arms, cocooning you in warmth and love. “Missed you, Hanie,” you mumble, wrapping your own arms around his neck. You hear and feel him chuckle, his shoulders shaking ever so slightly against yours. 

“You saw me yesterday, love,” he quips softly as he pulls away, letting his hand drop from the small of your back to your hand, lacing your fingers together. You look up at him with an incredulous giggle. You wonder if Leehan would ever understand your heart ⎯ and the way that it seems to beat just for him. 

“I know, I know… I just… you recharge me,” you tighten your grip on his hand, feeling his pulse thumping softly against yours from between your intertwined fingers. The taller boy seems to light up at your words, clearly enthused by how fondly you think of him. “You recharge me too, darling,” he smiles at you, and you feel like a star itself had dropped from the sky, kissing you so gently on the nose. 

Maybe Leehan would never understand it ⎯ your small heart, and the immense love it carries for him. But as you walk hand in hand, the weight of your shoes crunching so satisfyingly into the dead leaves piled up on the sidewalk, you think that it’s alright if he doesn’t. After all, how could you ever put it into words ⎯ the way he lights up your world, like a soothing balm to all the mundane routines and cycles you go through daily. 

Leehan animatedly tells you about some new decor he put in his fish tank, his hands moving in tandem with every particularly excitable detail of his story. You could never put it into words, how much you love this boy ⎯ even with how bleak and boring some days feel, you know that none of it matters when you’re with him. The sound of your alarm every morning, the dead leaves, the incessant beeping on the morning bus ride. All of it just melts away, with every boisterous laugh that leaves his plump lips, every kiss that he plants so lovingly on your knuckles. Everything feels the same, sometimes; other times, Leehan is there, in all his odd, shining glory, and you think that maybe, the bleak, boring days are worth going through if it means having bright, sparkling moments like this with him. 

[jpnriikicore]

── spider-boy man*

paring visualarts!college!spider-man!ni-ki x journalist!intern!reader, word count 695, genre fluff, ( masterlist )

nishimura riki, you’ve seen him around campus before. even attending a few classes together. the only interaction you’ve had before was him wanting to borrow a pencil that you never got back and when he asked to copy your notes. he normally was alone with a quiet demeanor. not wanting to draw much attention to himself. you have observed that he wore headphones on a daily and had a knack for drawing the most exquisite alluring drawings during class instead of paying attention to the professor. he was incredibly talent in that department. visual arts major was the right choice for him. you knew one day the art would be hung in museums and sold for thousands of dollars - even millions. one day he’s art would have glass around the painting to protect and preserve the beauty.

you’re currently stuck in a predicament. you would typically go up the stairs, but it was blocked off as constructors were redoing the stairs to become more stable as the original ones were placed were just temporary. you didn’t dislike elevators, you hated them. you have a rational fear of them.

as it was the only option to speak to your peers about your latest journalism piece that was published on spider-man. you pushed the button for the elevator. your mary jane’s nervously clicking on the marble floor as you bounced your leg up and down. your teeth nibbling at your bottom lip out of nervousness. attempting to prepare yourself for your peer's constructive criticism. you became an intern after you got good word from a close friend, yang jungwon. once the doors opened you stepped in hitting the button to lift you to the sixth floor.

a fateful afternoon, as riki swung through the cityscape of seoul, you find yourself in a perilous situation, trapped high above the city streets in a malfunctioning elevator that was bound to fall with the cord thinner every second.

racing to the scene, he found that it was you that is the one in danger. tears willed in your eyes and panic is written all over your features. you’ve made yourself as small as possible and shoved over in a corner of the elevator. he never wanted to see you in that kind of situation ever again. after overhearing a conversation with your friend, mei, he knew you didn’t do good with elevators always purposely avoiding them as much as you possibly can afraid to be in the position you are currently in. without hesitation, riki swung into action, and his familiar red and blue suit through the glass doors have you a sense of hope. with his quick thinking and web-slinging skills, his spider-sense guiding his every move as he forces the doors in opposite directions with his strength getting an opening enough to slide in the elevator shaft. he shot out a web forcing you to stumble closer to him with a yelp. his arm wraps around your waist for stability as free falls with you clinging onto him. he smiles underneath his mask with butterflies fluttering in his stomach at the mere fact he had the girl he’s been pinning over so close to him.

after gently setting you down on solid ground, he checks to make sure you're okay, his voice filled with concern. his fingertips lifting your arm to ensure that you didn’t get injured. his hand rests on your shoulder as he ducks his head down to have his eyes meeting yours through the lenses of his mask.

"are you alright?" he asks, his heroism leaving you in awe. you nodded your head in response still shaken up about the whole ordeal.

his hands work on lifting his mask a little above his nose. the mole on his chin is strikingly similar. riki introduced himself with a reassuring boxy smile. grateful for his bravery, you thanked him and bowed at a fifteen degree profusely.

you’ve had your suspicions that nishimura riki was spider-man with all of the occasional disappearances and peculiar excuses of why he was late to classes. now you’re the only one protecting his secret identity and double life.

© JPNRIIKICORE, 2024

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

You're Always Going To Mean Something - Charles Leclerc

<word count - 695>

"Not right now Charles, OK?" you said, unable to look at him. You weren't really able to look at him much anymore, even if he was once the only thing you wanted in your line of sight. Well, that was still the case, but the situation was vastly different.

"Please, I just need help with the last few notes, that's it. I wouldn't ask if I thought someone else could do a better job," he said, always having to lace a compliment into his words like a well thought out stitch in a garment.

"Message Sofiane, I'm sure he'd be happy to help," you said, still busying yourself with 'tidying' the papers on your desk back at the factory in Maranello.

"He's busy, and we already-"

"And you don't think I am?" you asked, still shuffling around with the random papers that had no real meaning to you or your work. They were simply something to look at instead of looking at him, and you could feel his eyes as they bore into your side profile.

"That's not what I meant and you know that," he sighed, leaning on the side of your desk as if he were trying to get your full attention instead of the papers. "I'm not asking for it now, but maybe later?" he continued.

"Charles, I can't, OK?" you said, putting the stack of papers that you had in your hands in a random drawer that just happened to be empty. When you had done that, you stood in front of him, actually looking at him instead of avoiding eye contact.

"Why not?" he pressed, crossing his arms.

"I don't have time, sorry," you said, looking down at your hands that you were fidgeting. Charles knew what you were actually saying, and he understood to an extent. But, you'd never actually denied him of your time.

"For old times sake? You started the song, it's only right that you be the one to finish it," he said, still trying to convince you, but not quite succeeding. You stayed silent, unsure of what to tell him, what excuse to make to get him to drop it.

He knew you were concealing what you were feeling, he knew what made you tick. But, he thought you were getting annoyed at his constant badgering. However, he also knew that this song did mean a lot to you.

"Is it not always going to mean something to you? Like you said it would?" he pried, and you were having to bite back what you wanted to say. But that became increasingly harder as the man you loved stood there, still wanting things from you when he had decided he didn't want you.

"You're always going to mean something to me, Charles," you mumbled, and his breath caught in his throat as he heard your words.

"I... see," he responded, unsure of what to say, exactly. "Why... What... What happened to us?" he quietly asked, seemingly already knowing the answer, but he wanted to hear it from you. Well, he knew precisely what happened, because it was all his fault.

"You said you didn't love me anymore..." you whispered so quietly that he couldn't even hear what you said, but he knew because he already knew what you were going to say.

"I did say that, didn't I?" he asked, but the question was completely rhetorical. Expecting an answer but just be plain cruel.

"You sure did," you confirmed with a nod as your voice cracked. You weren't going to stand there and cry in front of him, that was for sure, so you turned and walked away, leaving him leaning against your desk.

To be frank, Charles felt like a complete fool. Not loving you anymore? It was utter bullshit. He thought he must have been a mad man to say that, and he couldn't think of any reason that he would actually want to break up with you, so why did he?

He didn't know that, but he knew you were always going to mean something to him. 

A/N - Oooh your girl is on it! Don't get used to it lovelies... I don't know if this is going to last much longer. Have a wonderful day/evening, love y'all 💖

|masterlist|this made me feel something|

[kennedyalike]

you’re saved

elijah mikaelson x reader drabble

word count : 695

tags: kissing, rain, mentions of violence, mentions of torture, mentions of wounds, fluff

the sound of the pouring rain echoed in your ears, it was like a humming noise that would usually calm you down. this time it was like a bad omen, the water connecting in small rivers, streaming down the drains. the night had settled in and you held out your hands in the rain. letting the water wet your hair, washing the blood from your hands as your breathing struggled to calm down. the wound on your stomach had healed but the adrenaline never left your body.

whole nervous system crashing down as you looked around while panting. not a sound. only the rain falling down on the hard asphalt as the night settled in, slowly getting darker and darker.

debating your choices, you needed to run, but stay hidden or they were going to find you. in your mind, you had already given up, there was no sign of him and the feeling of desperation and fear was consuming you. he wasn’t coming, he left you like everyone else. just this once, you had no hope or survival. how can an immortal creature be afraid of death. your voice broke and a sob escaped your throat. this was the one thing you couldn’t survive. your eternal life would end here.

even with your unnatural hearing, the rain blocked out everything. every human, every car, you couldn’t even hear your own heartbeat. no choice, but the survival instict in you pushed you to move. tired body stumbling forwards, being weakened by torture, vervain and starving. nothing but pure instict. your wet hair was sticking to your forehead, sniffles were heard and your wounds still hurt even after closing up.

only a matter of time when they would find you, then, and truly then…your hope would die with you.

limping across the road, rain still pouring down as fog rose up, making the night even more scarier than it was. no one could even make out the tears between the raindrops hitting your face. between all the sobs and the rain, a crack was heard and then a gust of wind.

someone was here.

panic quickly rose and you closed your eyes, convincing yourself you’re hearing things as your exhausted body tried to make its way forward. your neck turns quickly as you look behind, expecting to find someone following you. quickly you’re pulled out of your trance when a big figure appears in front of you, making you slightly bump into him.

”ah!! no!! i swear i don’t know anything, please!!” you sobbed as the strong hands grabbed you. ”it’s me.” a deep, calm voice called out and you looked up at the man. and at that moment, everything around you, every bit of pain and panic you experienced, dissapeared. because it was him. ”e-elijah..” your tears never stopped flowing but this time they weren’t from fear. he hums and quickly embraces you. he was wearing a suit and his clothes were still warm and dry. you nuzzled your face into his chest as your arms wrapped around his neck.

”i-i thought you left- i-” you sobbed as he patted your wet hair. ”shh, i’d never leave you dear. i’m here.” he reassured, grabbing your shoulders and parting the hug. his face leaned down to yours, looking at you with the softest look ever. his eyes were mesmerazing. the rain only got stronger and you saw his hair sticking to his forehead as water droplets ran down his neck.

”elijah.” you sobbed once again and he shook his head with disapproval. his cold, big hand caressed the side of your face. you closed your eyes and he followed, pulling you into a deep kiss. his soft lips connecting with yours felt like he could erase every worry, every pain and miserable moment you’ve ever felt. it just felt so right. your passionate kiss only deepened second by second when your hand came to caress his jawline, bringing his face closer to yours. head turning to the side, lips fighting for dominance, pressing romantic kisses onto eachother as you both listen to the rain fall.

[itsscromp]

Kuai and Tomas with a reader who's closer to Bi-Han and is crushed after his betrayal? They basically spend days 'mourning' if that makes sense, because they basically did lose a brother.

- 💀 anon

Kuai Liang and Tomas Vbrada x reader

💀 anon, awwwwwww this is cute, Y/n's brothers would always be here for them, no matter what. Word count:695

It was the early days of the Shirai Ryu and you were already struggling to adapt to the changes, not only that... you lost your brother.

You and Bi-Han were the closest when you started with the Lin Kuei, He helped you become the person you are today. You were forever in his debt, but that changed when he betrayed you three to side with Shang Tsung.

"Do your oaths mean nothing !!!" He shouted at you three when Kuai told you what had happened. "It's your duty to obey my will !!"

"Not when it betrays Lin Kuei principles, we won't sacrifice them to serve your ambition." Kuai spoke angrily.

The two broke out into a fight which left Kuai a massive scar across his face. When Tomas ran to his aid he turned to you. You were now scared of him. This wasn't your brother.

"Y/n... We can lead the Lin Kuei to glory, To let people know not to fear us. We will rise from the ashes again. All you need to do is stay loyal to my side." He stuck out his hand for you to take.

You nearly did, He was your brother. You would do anything for him, But what he was showing right now wasn't what a Lin Kuei would do.

"No..." You backed away from him.

"How dare you disobey your grandmaster !!!" He formed an ice dagger and lunged at you, You didn't want to fight your brother, but right now you had now choice. This wasn't the Bi-Han you knew.

Ever since then, you, Kuai and Tomas built the Shirai Ryu from scratch, But they could see how much his betrayal devastated you. They gave you the necessary space to process and grieve.

All you could think about was what happened that day. Your brain was still replaying that memory over and over again, How angry and determined he was. His eyes filled with hate. How much he wanted to kill you...

It was all becoming too much, Upon from building the new clan, you were on the verge of a breakdown. Tomas could see the mixed emotions boiling inside you one day and gently approached you.

"Y/n... How are you feeling ??"

"I'm fine Tomas" You said, trying to focus on your task, But it was incredibly clear to him how much you were hurting inside.

"Look... I understand your upset... He was my brother too"

You froze from what you were doing, your hands gripping your pants tightly, You were starting to shake. Tomas could see droplets of water on the dirt, You were crying.

"Oh y/n..." He gently kneeled to your height and wrapped his arms around you.

"Why did he do what he did... I knew what he did was bad but... He was my brother" You spoke through your sobs as you cried louder.

"I know y/n, I know" He gently rocked you.

You continued to cry until you felt another pair of arms wrap around you, It was Kuai.

"Bi-Han was our brother and always will be. I hope one day he will have a change of heart just like you do y/n" He gently scratched your scalp, this helped calm you down a bit.

"And no matter what y/n, you will always have me and Kuai Liang, You are not alone. We promise from the bottom of our hearts." Tomas gently rubbed your back.

The three stay like this, Not moving one inch. They let you get all the pain, grief and frustration out of your system until they're was nothing left. They could see how exhausted you looked. Kuai gently picked you up and brought you back to your room, tucking you in bed and pressing a gentle kiss on your temple.

"You'll always have a family with Tomas and me y/n" He gently whispered to you. Tomas came in shortly after and climbed in, Gently wrapping his arms around you and keeping you close, rubbing your back gently.

While you have lost one brother. Your other brothers were never going to abandon you, They would help you through this. Like they always do, no matter what.

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[sapphicforsarahh]

best hands ive ever seen pt.2

ship: loubbie x fem!reader

word count: 695+

warnings: none, mention of sex but none (yet)

synopsis: You finally learn what Lou and Debbie want with you.

part 1

After what seemed like the longest car ride, you eventually reached wherever these women were taking you. “Let’s go honey,” Lou taps your leg and urges you to get out. You do as you’re told and stand next to the car, waiting for the other women to guide you where you needed to be. Debbie smiles at you at walks towards an old building, which looks like it should be abandoned. “Is this where you’re taking me?”, you ask nervously. Lou chuckles, “don’t worry, its much nicer inside.”

Lou tosses Debbie the keys and waits for her to open the door, then you take a look inside. A massive loft, covered with expensive furniture, shelves stacked with records and racks cluttered with fur coats and empty hangers. “Do you guys live here?”, you ask, still inspecting the place. “Well, not so much anymore, it’s pretty much just where we plan,” Debbie explains, throwing the keys on a nearby table. “Plan?”, you question, sitting down on the sofa. “We should probably explain,” Lou sits down on the chair in front of you, Debbie adjacent. “Lou and I have been doing this for years, getting away with stealing and making millions from it. And Lou happened to find you, a girl with good hands,” Debbie explained, Lou nodding along with her. “Basically, we’re asking you if you’d want to be in the next heist?”, Lou asked bluntly.

You were shocked to say the least. That’s definitely the last thing that you were expecting from these two women. “I, uh. I’m not sure what to say,” you laugh out. “Well?” Lou teases, leaning forward, placing both her hands on your knees. You blush, obviously, and look at Debbie, hoping for some sort of support, but she just cocks her head and raises a brow. “S-sure,” you answer, unconfidently.

"Please doing business with you," Debbie shakes your hand. It was just now that the two women realised they never caught your name. "Oh, I'm Y/N by the way," you said, as if reading their mind.

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Over the coming days, you learn their body language and how they spoke to eachother. Lou was extremely flirty with everyone that she saw, apparently, and Debbie was there to apologise for her. You also noticed how much more intense the flirting had became. Both women teased with you and gave eachother a smirk.

One night, after the rest of the group had went home and Debbie had went to bed, it was only you and Lou up. She had poured you a whiskey with ice, however she had it neat. Her leg propped up on the table in front of you both, one hand held her glass, the other entertaining a lighter. "So, Y/N," Lou begins, her low voice helps to accentuate her accent. You turn her attention to you and also prop your foot on the table. "Are you single? Any lady we should be aware of," Lou jokes, sipping her whiskey and raising a brow.

You blush and hesitate to answer, Lou grows impatient. "So?", she pries. "Well, no. It's a bit complicated," you say quietly, almost embarrassed. Lou only hums in response, waiting for you to continue. "I've never really had a thing for girls my age," you practically stutter out. Lou's smirk was plastered across her face. "You have a thing for older women honey?", her lighter is soon thrown on the table and she moves closer to you.

Nervously, you clear your throat before answering, "you could say that." The older woman clearly notices the tension rising between you and decides to see how far she can go. "So, Debs and I, we've been talking," her veiny hand is palming your knee. You nod, thinking that it's better not to speak. "Would you be interested in joining us? In the bedroom?" Lou asks a bit too casually.

So many thoughts are going through your head. The main one being: yes. All you could do at that moment is nod. Lou simply hums before downing the rest of her whiskey, giving you a quick kiss to the forehead before whispering in your ear, "Stay the night, we have a spare room."

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[why-say]

Timothée x reader imagine

Warnings: over stimulation

word count: 695

Y’all there was no motivation for this i’m so sorry LMAO.

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You were losing your mind. It had been a couple of days since your fight with Timothee. You could barely remember what it was about due to the state you were in, but you could remember him leaving your apartment angry and entering his own just next door.

It had been hell living with him next door before you were together and you had a burning crush on him, but it was even worse fighting with him just next door. You could hear every little thing he did and it made you want to rush over there.

Right now you couldn’t focus on the sounds you were hearing because all you could feel was your burning skin. Sometimes you would have days where all you wanted to do was fuck and Timothée was always there to help.

With him so close but unavailable, it was torture.

You had woken up early because of how you felt and six orgasms later you still felt like your skin was on fire.

You were moaning and writing on your bed, one hand rubbing your clit, sneaking fingers into your cunt and the other pulling and tugging on your nipples.

You felt like you were on the edge and there was nothing to get you over. You reached for your thickest toy and began shoving it inside you when you heard your bedroom door open.

Surprisingly it was Timothée.

“Oh- erm…i’m sorry i heard you through my wall and i thought i’d check you were okay…” Timothée shuffled on his feet. “Do you want me to go?”

You could barely hear him over the blood thrumming in your ears. He had a soft blush on his cheeks and tried to avoid looking at you in your state but you could see the tent pitching in his pants. He starts to back out of your room, leaving you and you can’t help but cry out.

“Wait! wait wait wait, please don’t leave i need-“ you clam up before you can finish your sentence but Timothée knows exactly what you were going to say.

“I need-”

“Shh, I know what you need, baby.”

He walks over to you slowly.

“Please… I need you…I need you inside me.”

You keep pumping the toy inside your cunt until Timothée grabs your hand, making you pause.

He slips the toy out of you and tosses it to the side. Your pussy clenches over nothing and you let out a small whine. You hated the empty feeling inside you.

Timothée is quick to rectify that as she shoves three thick fingers into your dripping cunt.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay.” He murmurs.

That’s all it takes to make you cum. Timothées fingers were heaven and he knew exactly what to do to help you. But you both knew it wasn’t enough. You needed a lot more.

He pulled his fingers from you and moved so fast you barely notice, though you would never notice anything in this state. He was on top of you, clothes gone and his fist was pumping his hard cock.

He parts your legs and pushes himself inside you. Usually he would take his time but he knew you couldn’t wait another minute.

“Please please please-“

Your begging is cut off as Timothée grabs the back of your neck, lifting you to his mouth and plants a wet kiss on your lips. His other hands slips under your ass and pulls your hips to his cock.

You let out a sharp moan that he swallows down with his kiss.

Timothée was thrusting himself inside you in a way that you had missed. You felt right. It felt like he was trying to show you through his movements how much he missed you.

You had already felt like you needed to explode before but with the emotions rising in you you couldn’t help but feel the tears well in the corners of your eyes.

Before they can spill over, your body lets go and you cum for what feels like the millionth time that day.

Timothée notices but keeps going. His stamina unmatched.

You know it’s going to be a long night.

[bungalowbear]

skinny dipping with nanami 🤍

no full nudity, still partially clothed, mentions of a bra. wc: 695

here’s my last ode to winter. enjoy! 💙

It’s still winter. Spring is technically a few days away, but that doesn’t stop you from eagerly pulling Nanami toward the lake in the center of the park.

You’re on a walk after just having dinner. The sky is dark and the air chilly as an idea takes hold of your mind, wild and impulsive. You lead him by the hand beneath the glow of perfectly spaced lampposts until you’re at the edge of the water.

“What are we doing here?” Nanami asks.

“We’re getting in,” you answer.

As the words leave your mouth you’re already unbuttoning your coat. Nanami raises his brows, not moving to undress just yet.

“Someone could see.”

You turn your head left, then right. “It’s late. There’s no one around.”

“You’ll catch a cold,” he tries again.

“It’s just a quick dip.” You pull your shirt over your head and toe off your shoes. “In and out, then we head home.”

Nanami sighs. He presents himself as very proper and mature, which he is, but you remember his teenage years. A bit edgy with a steady streak of defiance. He’s tempered himself in the years since then, but every once in a while you like to throw him a curveball or two. It’s a bit cruel really because you know he rarely ever denies you.

You’re already down to just your bra and underwear by the time Nanami is kicking off his shoes and undoing his belt. You giggle as you take a few steps toward the edge of the lake. You dip your toes in the water and shudder at the temperature. But you bite the bullet and thrust yourself forward to wade in the shallow end.

Teeth chattering, you wrap your arms around yourself as you take slow steps forward. The water is up to your knees when you hear Nanami come in behind you.

“We’ll do a quick dive then get out.” As you speak, the water ripples higher up your thighs as Nanami approaches. You smile at him when he’s right beside you. “Okay, Ken?”

He hums in agreement. You position yourself so that your outstretched hands will enter the water first. But you falter when Nanami’s hand takes hold of your right one. The confusion you feel fades when he brings your hand up to his lips and softly kisses the back of it.

“On my count,” he says. You nod. “One, two…three.”

You dive together beneath the water. The cold water shocks your system and makes you squeeze his hand. When you both come back up, Nanami releases a shuddering gasp and you start to giggle uncontrollably. Your teeth chatter and your throat catches every few seconds as your body tries to regulate every sensation.

Nanami wraps his arms around you as he leads you back to land. He’s also shivering, though not as much as you, but you can still feel some of his usual warmth.

As you dress, your eyes can’t help but admire Nanami. Droplets of water trail down from the wet strands of his hair, down his neck, and onto his strong chest. Your hands work slowly to pull your pants back on as you watch his thighs disappear beneath fabric. He catches you staring and you avert your eyes, pulling your pants up in one quick motion. You’ve seen each other in similar states of undress, been in more intimate positions, but this moment still makes your heart flutter.

Nanami chuckles as he bends down for his shirt. You both finish putting your clothes on in comfortable silence. When your coat is the last thing you need on, Nanami steps forward, fully dressed. His fingers are steady as they fasten the buttons. He makes sure the collar is snug against your neck without being too uncomfortable.

“Ready, my little daredevil?” Nanami teases you with a smirk, fondness in his eyes. Your smile is big. You nod. “Then let’s hurry home and get you warm.”

You’re back on the path that leads out of the park. Nanami’s arm is securely around you. He presses a kiss to your temple and already you feel the warmth returning to you.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Augusnippets, Day 10: Begging

cw: captivity, guns, mock execution (I used two! :D), dehydration recovery

previous // next

for the @augusnippets challenge // word count: 695

=~=~=

He woke with a pounding headache, the surrounding air blissfully cool, a thin mattress beneath him. Groggily, Benji opened his eyes. He was in a windowless room, somehow, with a single door. An IV was taped to the back of his left hand; blessed hydration, he'd never take it for granted again. His other hand was cuffed to a pipe that jutted out of the wall like a… like a pipe. The sunstroke he'd just suffered was still doing a number on his cleverness.

So he hadn't been saved by his friends. A tragedy, but not the worst tragedy he could’ve faced. Captive or not, Benji was just grateful to be alive.

He did his best to sit up as the door swung open, offering the man in bootleg military getup who now stood before him a polite smile.

“Hi,” he began. “I appreciate the rescue. I thought—”

The man just kept coming, ignoring his greeting, and Benji snapped his mouth shut, forgetting about the cuff as he tried to get away.

“H-hey, I'm not—”

The man seemed to have forgotten about the cuff too, throwing him onto his stomach in a way that wrenched his arm painfully.

“Ow, fuck!”

“Shut up.”

The cuff fell away, and Benji's arms were arranged behind him, a ziptie cinched tight around his wrists. The man hauled him up, and he tried not to whimper at the sudden increase in headache-related pain.

He wanted to ask a question, or try to reason with the man, but he seemed like the type to take a shut up command very seriously. He choked down a protest as a bag was thrown over his head, rough material catching on his hair, and did his best to not faceplant as the man grabbed his upper arm and steered him… somewhere.

Benji was already dizzy from his desert adventure. The bag and sudden hostility didn't help matters whatsoever. After a moment of walking, he was forced to his knees.

This was fine, probably. Something he could talk his way out of, as soon as he was allowed to talk.

“One of the cops’ spies, eh?”

The what's what? 

“Found him collapsed outside. Looked like he was trying to scope this place out on foot.”

“Let's see him.”

Air hit his face as the bag was yanked off, what felt like a fistful of his hair departing along with it. A new man stood over him, wearing jeans, a buttondown, and an appraising frown.

“So I think there's been a misunderstanding,” Benji tried. Even if these were the smugglers they were after, the team didn't work with any cops. The men ignored him.

“What do we do with spies, Mikey?”

“Kill ‘em like the rats they are.” Buttondown’s hand went to his belt, and Benji froze when he drew a pistol.

“H-hey, there's no need—” he said, his voice rising in pitch as the weapon was pointed at him. Fuckfuckfuck, they wouldn't actually kill him, would they? He hadn't done anything but pass out in the desert.

A whimper escaped as buttondown pressed the gun to his forehead

“Wait,” he said. “I’m not— I didn't come here on purpose, okay? I was just nearby, I—”

“Just nearby.” 

The hammer clicked, and the sound froze his blood.

“Please!” he cried out. “Please, I swear I’m not— I swear. Please, just let me go, I-I’m not a spy, I don't even like cops I—”

Buttondown ignored him, his finger going to the trigger. Benji couldn't contain a sob.

“F-fuck, oh fuck, please don't kill me, please, I-I’ll do anything—”

He didn't want to watch the gun, but he couldn't tear his eyes away, vision blurring with tears, his very lungs trembling as the man squeezed the trigger—

Click.

Benji collapsed onto his side, body no longer capable of holding him up. It took a second to realize he wasn't dead. No bang, no brains oozing from a new hole in his head, silence ringing in his ears. Fresh tears stung his eyes; warmth down his cheeks

The men above him laughed.

“Lock him in the storage closet,” buttondown said, holstering his gun. “This one's gonna be fun.”

[sixx6sexx2love]

FIGHTS WITH NIKKI SIXX

word count:695

warnings: arguments, yelling, mention of stuff getting physical a few times, yk alcohol and drugs.

Nikki is a very intense and argumentative person, especially when he's angry. Small arguments with him can quickly lead to big fights because he can't contain his anger and often feels like he has to take his frustrations out on someone. If he feels like you are disagreeing with him or disrespecting him, he will not hesitate to yell at you and say things he may regret. Small arguments with him will quickly spiral out of control.

Here are some things that have started fights between you and Nikki:

1. Your jealousy and suspicion toward one another. You both have insecure moments and accuse each other of cheating or being unfaithful on occasion.

2. Fights about drugs and alcohol. You two have both struggled with drugs and drinking, and that can often cause fights.

3. Your personalities clashing. You are both very intense and passionate people, and that can cause fights when you get into a heated argument or disagreement over something.

When Nikki gets fired up, the volume knob goes past the usual 10.

Small arguments with Nikki can end a few different ways, but here are the more common outcomes:

1.He realizes he's being irrational and apologizes for his behavior, promising to do better next time.

You both realize the argument isn't worth it and decide to just drop it.

2.One of you finally explodes and yells something especially hurtful or aggressive, ending the argument but leaving both of you feeling upset and guilty.

3.The argument spins out of control until it becomes a really big fight, and everyone is left feeling miserable and exhausted.

Big fights with Nikki are a whole different ball game. Once he gets started, he doesn't hold back. He says the most hurtful things possible and has no boundaries or filter. He insults, yells, screams, throws things, and can even get physical. It's a whole mess once he gets triggered into a big fight, and he doesn't care who sees it or what they think.

Big fights can end a few ways, but the most common outcomes are as follows:

1.One of you decides to leave or just walk away from the situation.

2.The arguing continues until one of you is completely exhausted and can't go on anymore.

3.One of you says something extremely vicious or hurtful and the other decides that it's over, that they can't be with someone who would say something like that.

4.Someone else intervenes, usually a mutual friend or loved one who is worried about the situation getting out of hand.

In big fights, you are also very intense. You may threaten to leave and actually try to leave, but Nikki might physically stop you or make something worse happen as a result. You are both in an intense emotional state, so you might say things you don't mean and just add fuel to the fire. You might even get physical too, which is not a good idea. In big fights, you can both get nasty and say things you don't mean, but Nikki is usually the one who escalates fights to this point.

If you and Nikki had a nasty fight the night before an interview and the band mates knew about it, everyone would be walking on eggshells. Neither you nor Nikki would be in a happy mood for the interview, and there would be a lot of tension. You two would probably try to act cool and civil on camera since you don't want to drag the argument into the spotlight. You'll both probably be quiet and on your best behavior, just trying to get through the interview without letting on that anything is wrong.

Here are some of Nikki's toxic traits:

1.He can be a little controlling, with a tendency to try to call the shots and be the leader in your relationship.

2.He can be very possessive, and he might try to isolate you from your friends or your family.

3.When he's feeling emotionally insecure, he can become very intense and clingy, wanting your constant attention and validation.

4.He can get jealous easily, especially when you spend time with other guys or give them a lot of attention.

NIKKI IS AN ASSHOLE. WE ALL KNOW IT. WEVE ALL SEEN IT.