#i had to use a divider. i couldnt help it..

[jils-things]

✮⋆˙ where the stars and the ocean align

art trade with @eternaleaf!!!! such an honor to draw the Best Skin ever for nai.b HEHEHEHE i really had so much fun doing this ehhehee im super glad we traded!!! thank you sooo much <3

[why-rock-look-tasty-if-no-eat]

I love it so much!

this is so stupid but here’s a little comic i made for a little bingo au me and @twisted-tales-told came up with a few weeks ago. pretty much just the idea that jason needed a cover at some point and stumbled in on bingo night and was quickly adopted by the little old ladies there. now he plays every friday and has beef with dora and gets sent home with banana bread :) clara is trying to set him up with her grandson and all of her problems with her land lord have mysteriously been solved :))

being involved in his community is very important to jason and he loves seeing them host community events bc it feels like his home is healing

bonus: none of the bats have the faintest idea what Jason does in his spare time aside from babs and dick is so butthurt he wasn’t invited (not pictured: nightwing outside the bingo hall window looking in look a kicked puppy while jason flips him off)

(this is my first comic pls be nice it’s just a sketch)

[hoe4sports]

How this ends p4

Alexia Putellas x Fridolina Rolfo x reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

A note from the author: Yehaw, this took an unexpected turn. In the phone calls, Alexia’s dialogue is blue. It’s a bit long, but very divided into different scenarios on the trip to Sweden. It’s a different one, but it’s still about alexia. Use your imagination on the social media post.

The next part will be the last part.

This is based on Lewis Capaldi’s “how this ends”.

Warning: None, a curveball perhaps. A healthy dose of angst.

Summary: You try to go on vacation with Frido, but Alexia won’t leave you alone.

-

"Okay, fine, but what about this!"

You strike a pose showing off your outfit which made Frido laugh. Her eyes were as bright as a christmas tree, and you couldn’t help but think about how Alexia never bothered to watch you show off your lastest purchases. The attention was something you had craved for years. But as the good woman you were, you waited for your turn to have time with Alexia. Fridolina on the other hand, she loved spendning time with you. Ever since you met Fridolina went she came to Barcelona years ago, she had been your bestfriend. Your go-to. The one you confided in. The pair of you had over the course of your and Alexia's breakup developed your own everyday routine.

She would wake up at 5.30 to get ready for work, before making a breakfast for you both to enjoy together prior to you driving her to the stadium. During the drive, you would talk about a good thing that happened yesterday before singing along to Taylor Swift. The duo did the same thing after work: you would pick her up from work, she would hop into the shower and you would make dinner for the pair of you.

You couldnt help, but admit that it felt good to have someone appericiate you the way Frido did. It had been ages since Alexia had made you feel anything but bad about using her previous time or wasting her seconds. Frido was kind, attentive and what could be best described as warm. She made time for you, and if she had plans; she would always ask if you wanted to join.

“Sorry, did I forget to tell you that we are going to Sweden, not Antarctica?” Frido teased you which caused to you cross your arms over your chest. Your sent Frido a sassy look.

“Atleast I would look cute meeting all the polar bears!” You fired at her while pouting. The comment made her giggle which brought a redness to her cheeks and a sparkle to her eyes. The kind of glow that you only see in movies. It made her tan skin compliment her eyes, and she was definitely a sight for sore eyes. For your sore eyes.

Time had been moving fast, and you were to go travelling with Frido to spend time with her family in Sweden in only one day. The thought of spending time with her parents and siblings made you a bit nervous, but you tried to not stress over it since this was supposed to be a fun get away. Frido had even introduced you to her parents over FaceTime to make you feel better.

“Here, try this on instead. It’s something I bought earlier, but it’s too tight-it hurts my biceps”

“Are you implying that I don’t have big muscles, big strong athletic football beats?”

“Uh,wait, no, I-“

“Relax babe, I’m kidding! I’ll try it”

You take the sundress and flip it off your body, before grabbing Frido’s hot pink linnen dress and slipping it over your head. You reached down to pull the dress below your bum. Your eyes moved to see the reflection of the dress in the mirror behind Frido. Her eyes were glued to your reflection, and you tried your best to pretend that you were looking at yourself. But your eyes stole a gaze whenever you could. It felt good to have someone look at you like Frido did. Your hands played around with the fabric of the dress before you settled on a fit. It perfectly complimented your breast, butt and waistline. You felt like a million dollars.

“Fridolina, I love it”

The material of the dress was light and the lace on the edges of the dress felt like a nice touch to the look. The cut complimented your shape perfectly. It made you feel as close to being Scandinavian as you possibly could. Your gaze turned around to meet Frido’s, she was smiling at you with a heartwarming smile.

“See, I knew you would look stunning in it! You look so good in everything, Skatt ”

The compliment from Frido made you blush to an extent that you didn’t even want to admit. And the nickname? Oh gosh, don’t even start about the nickname. She stood up next to you before reaching for your hand, and sending you around in a twirl. The moment felt illegal, but magical.

“Thanks babe, I honestly love it. It makes me feel like I was born to be Scandinavian” you giggled.

Frido looked see into your eyes as she winked before tucking your hair behind your right ear.

“Becoming Scandinavian, huh? That can be arranged”

Your jaw dropped dramatically before looking at Frido who just smirked back at you. You couldn’t help, but start to question your and Frido’s friendship. You rolled your eyes at her before playfully slapping her shoulder. Then you flipped the dress of your head, and placed it in the “yes” pile.

The evening went by quickly with Frido teaching you all about her family while laying together in Frido’s bed eating your favourite crisps. She told you about her weird cousin, Emil, who would essentially play tricks on everyone that came along. Her niece, Dina, who was just the most adorable little toddler. And her grandmother, who gave the best hugs, but made the worst coffee. Watching her talk about home, was a real eye opener to you. You could tell that she really loved home; both the place and the people.

-

“Passport?”

“Yes”

“Wallet?”

“Yup”

“Phone?”

“Uh-huh”

“My cool and obviously super special Sweden jersey for my favourite person to wear?

“Don’t get too high on yourself, Rolfo”

A part of you felt confused. Your heart hurt terribly at times, even so bad that sometimes; you thought you were about to have a heart attack. Your heart crumbling up into pieces of glass laying in a pile at the ground. It was all that was left of you and Alexia.

The jersey Frido had given you to wear for her match was her special jersey. It was one of her Jesery’s from the World Cup with the opponents flag sown into it. The opponent was Australia, and it was the match that gave her her first worlds bronze medal.

Normally, you would’ve worn Alexia’s Spain jersey during international break. She never gave you her special jersey anymore. At one game, you even used Mali’s jersey to prove a point. When Mapi confronted Alexia about it, she had just shrugged. She didn’t know that she was about to experience the biggest loss of her life.

You held the jersey up from your backpack and waved it at Frido. Somehow, she had convinced you to place it in your carry on just incase they would lose your suitcase. Then you still had something to wear for her big match, and you happily obliged.

“Good, special jersey for my special girl.”

-

The excitement and the buzz of the airport were bringing forwards feelings you had deprived yourself of feeling. The truth was that you loved to travel. You would be searching up an adventure whenever you had an availability in your packed calendar. Something deep in your soul craved to experience the world and its wonders. Cultures had always been fascinating to you, and you loved to share the wonders you stumbled upon with your followers.

One that was not as impressed with your wish to travel lately, was Alexia. She had seen the countless photos of you and Frido hanging out. Pictures of the pair of you doing anything from making pasta to going to the beach. And for Alexia? It felt like the world was ending. She had tried to reach out. But you refused. She tried talking to Frido, who also refused. It sparked an anger, almost a jealousy in her. How could her teammate just swoop her ex-girlfriend off her feet?

As you grabbed your phone from the tray at the security check, you noticed a missed call. Your attention was quickly changed when Frido was ready to head for the kiosk to get herself a book and a bottle of Pepsi. You agreed to sit outside to watch over her stuff, but secretly; you were planning on returning the call. Your hands trembled as you picked up your phone, and pressed call on the contact that had already tried to reaching you. Your throat felt dry, and your skin felt itchy. You could feel yourself getting hotter by the second, which ended up with you sitting in your lululemon tank while feeling anxious. “God”, you thought to yourself. “Why am I so nervous? It’s just the same good ol-“

“H-Hola, uh, hi, please don’t hang up on me”

“Alexia, what do you want?”

“Uh, lo siento, how..How are you?”

“How am I? Really? How am I??”

“No, no.. Vale, I’m sorry, lo siento. Can we talk?”

“…About what?”

“Us”

“There is no us anymore, Alexia. I’m sorry.”

“But, I just, please.Hear me out?”

"Ai, give me damn a good reason»

«Because you were my first love, my only love”

You sighted loudly. She pulled the first love bullshit.

“…Vale, im busy right now. Estoy con Frido en el aeropuerto, et-“

“Que? Con Frido? Fridolina?”

You rolled your eyes. You were allowed to do anything you wanted.

“Si! We are going to Sweden to see her family”

“Que? Para ver a la familia de FRIDOLINA??”

“…Si?”

“No, no mi amor! No, lo sien-“

“I’m not your amor anymore, buttercup.”

“Por favor, escúch-“

You looked up, and your eyes immediately caught Frido moving towards you with her bright smile. Frido who took care of you. Who brought you with her to Sweden in a heartbeat. Who loved you for you. It felt like your throat was drying up. Like it was thick with air.

“-I’m sorry, Alexia. I have to go. I’ll call you after the trip. Don’t expect too much . Goodbye.”

Your hand instinctively turned off your phone not wanting to hear more from your ex-girlfriend. Your ex who didn’t want to travel with you. Who didn’t get around to purpose to you in the span of 13 years. Who promised you another cat when you had to wait for kids. Who never kept her promise.

Frido came walking towards you with a bag in her hands. Her face was lit up and she was looking like her usual happy self. She could be best described as a golden retriever whenever she was off the field. You loved her for that. When she was on field, she was hard, bad, tough and intense. But at home, she was soft and kind and gentle and just.. perfect?

“Girly, wanna see what I got?”

You nodded before sliding over to make space for your bestfriend.

“I got you a Pepsi, a magazine about exotic places to travel, a book about loving yourself, a box of Pringles and a bag of gummy bears. I hope you like them, if not then I’ll always switch with you”

Your eyes teared up from the thoughtfullness. It felt good to be cared for, Frido’s natural warmth was healing for your heart. It felt like she was slowly collecting all the pieces of your heart to glue them back together.

"Thank you, Fridolina. Really, for everything"

You tried to choke a sob, but it ended up sounding more like an owl. It sent you both into a giggle before Frido wrapped her toned arms around you. She was slightly taller than you which made you feel safe in her towering presens. She pressed a kiss to the top of your locks.

"Anything for you, sötnos"

-

After travelling for hours between Spain and Sweden, you had finally reached Frido’s hometown where you had plans for the next few days. Frido’s parents had come to the airport to pick you both up, and you could feel some nerves creeping up on you after moving towards the luggage claim.

Frido spotted her parents immediately who was both standing there with flowers and a Swedish flag.

“Hej, Fridaen min!” Her mom cheered while her dad waved the flag towards you. It made you smile sincerely. Her mom wrapped her arms around her daughter. The similarities were striking. You could definitely tell where Frido had her looks from. Her mom then looked at you before pulling you into a bear hug.

“And there is the girl that Frido has been talking about! Välkommen, Y/N.”

-

Safe and sound in her childhood bedroom, you walked around and admired all the posters that teenage Frido had put up. A few of them were of big footballers while others were popstars. One picture, showed Frido as a young girl with another young girl. A blonde. Both wearing a Swedish jersey that was just a little bit too big with shiny gold medals around their necks . The girl, you recognised as Magda Eriksson.

“Wow, Magda Eriksson right?”

���Starstrucked?”

“Well, yes! She’s a-mazing!”

“Then you are gonna die when I tell you that I have personally volunteered you as her babysitter for the games”

“Babysitting? Do you want me to walk around and make sure she doesn’t trip over herself?”

“Girl, are you jet lagged out of your mind? Her kid!”

You maked an o shape with you mouth slightly embarrassed that you didn’t know that she has a kid, but also somewhat excited that you would get to babysit. You loved all types of kids, and it had been your dream to become a mom since you were just a little girl.

-

Later that week, you found yourself sat in the family and friend's section with Frido's mom and dad, You also had baby Eriksson sitting on your lap chewing away on her fingers because Pernille was also on national duty. Their little girl was only shy of a year old, but already rocking the sweden shirt. She was the sweetest little girl, and she adored you right back.

"Look, Look, Elsa, Its your mamma!" you cheered at the toddler as you pointed towards Magda. Magda waved at Elsa which made Elsa kick her feet in excitement. "Did you see her? I bet you did, you are such a lucky little girl!" You cooed at the happy toddler. You couldn’t help but feel odd. You had imagined having your own baby by now, maybe even two. One baby and one toddler to keep you on your feet. To point out their mami on the field to. But instead, you were stuck with being a babysitter.

-

After the game was over, Sweden had won 3-2 to Ireland. Magda and Frido came over to you, and you immidiatly moved down towards the fence. Magda reached her hands towards you, and you expected her to grab the baby: but instead, she forced you and the baby over.

"Look at you, Y/N! You look like you have never done anything but been a mother, absolute natural!"

Frido cheered at you which made you blush. Little Elsa was a joy to be around. This was one of the things you had imagined would be your life by now. Bringing you and Alexia’s daughter to matches in her little Barcelona jersey with “Mami” on the back. Taking her down to the field to kick the ball around and say hello to the girls. Alexia giving you and her little girl a cuddle while the media took cute pictures for you to repost and get frames. You and Alexia with a little family was all you had ever dreamed of.

“Do you mind watching her? I’m just gonna go take pictures and sign a few jerseys”

You nodded immediately. The toddler had just started walking, and she was becoming increasingly wormy. You giggled at the toddler before walking over to get a ball. You sat the toddler down and passed the ball towards her. She kicked it back a few times before falling on her butt. You ushered towards her as you made a surprised face.

“Uh-oh! Did you jump on your butt? What a cool trick!”

It made Elsa giggle, and you scooped her up in your arms before spinning with her a couple of times. The girl was giggling like only a toddler can, her smile wide with happiness.

“More, More!” She yelled when you stopped.

You immediately shifted your grip on her and threw her up in the air before catching her. It reminded you of when you father would do the same with you; you loved it and so did Elsa.

“Y/N, thank you for watching her! Alright, Elsa. Say «byebye” to y/n” Magda gratefully said before taking Elsa into her arms.

“Really, Y/N, thank you so much. She loves you already, please come to our others games too. Elsa would love it, and I’m sure someone else does too”

She looked towards Frido who was talking to a fan. You blushed before saying your goodbyes with Elsa and Magda.

Later that night, you got a notification on your phone. It was from instagram. Frido had tagged you in a post, and you immediately clicked the notification.

-

Fridolinarolfo

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Fridolinarolfo Sötnos

MadalenaErikkson16: Newest Swedish wag?

User277 Wait, is this a hard launch??

User252 Isnt this @AlexiaPutellas girlfriend??

User2737 I would’ve never guessed?? Im here for it!!

You closed your eyes. Partly in confusion and partly in happiness. You loved the picture. A picture she snapped on field when you were playing with Elsa. That’s was when your phone buzzed again. But this time, it was Alexia. It’s was a message from the woman you once called “mi vida” and “mi sol”. You open the message up even though you probably shouldn’t. With trembling hands, you open the message.

Mi vida

Por favor, te amo. Por favor no digas que frido y tú están saliendo. Lo siento muchísimo. Quiero hacer las cosas bien, darte lo que te mereces. Lo que debería haber hecho todo el tiempo. Sólo dame una oportunidad más.

It made your head spin. You felt physically ill. In a few days, you would be heading with Frido to Ireland, to watch her play. All before going back home to Barcelona. Back to your ex-girlfriend’s country. Where you have to deal with this whole situation. Clean up Alexia’s messes. You think that probably shouldn’t have gone to Sweden, but then again: Alexia missed her turn. And you and Fridolina are just bestfriends, right?

[sunny-ssunset]

Pretty In Pink!

Yandere South Park x Girly! Fem! Reader! Headcanons!

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♡I'M BACK! I'm so sorry for my little break, my confidence is back on track now and I'll be out with new chapters for both Pretty in pink and Choose your soulmate 💖

TW: Kenny being Kenny lmao

TAGLIST: @wowowpx @the-official-memester

Y/n showers Kenny!

Fluff with a little bit of spice!

♡It was the first time Kenny came over to your house

♡Its obvious he was enamoured by everything you owned

♡How big your living room was

♡How you had an entire floor for a bedroom

♡It was clear your parents spoilt you

♡I mean how could they not?

♡You are the epitome of perfection

♡How kind of you to allow someone like him to go to your house

♡Now you had only really invited him over for one thing

♡To give Kenny a makeover!

♡"Kenny darling... Can I give you a makeover?" Y/n looked up at him with her big puppy dog eyes, How could he say no to that?

♡He was confused at first but you explained he had true himbo potential

♡Kenny sat on your sink counter as you ran him a bath, picking up random shower products and asking what they are

♡You picked up the pink bubble bath and added TONS.

♡Thats just the popular girl way to do it!

♡You told Kenny you wouldn't watch him get undressed and into the bath but you couldnt help but take a little peek 😉

♡Once he got in, Kenny was covered by the bubbles so you couldnt really see much of him

♡You pulled out the cherry flavoured shampoo and rubbed it into Kenny's blonde locks, He leaned into your touch as you did so

♡He insisted you do it because he wasn't used to this stuff and he didn't know what he was doing

♡But really he just wanted your soft hands all over him

♡Kenny almost fell asleep to the head massage you were giving him but was woken up when you asked him to wash the shampoo out

♡He questioned you when you told him he needs to wash his hair twice but he didnt question it

♡Anything to be touched by you...

♡You then pulled out another product which Kenny obviously questioned to find it was conditioner

♡"Whats that..?" Kenny stared at Y/n blankly "Cherry conditioner baby! Makes your hair fluffy and soft!" Y/n chirped.

♡After yet another head massage, You handed him a strawberry scented shower gel and told him you were gonna go grab a hair dryer

♡After rummaging in your draws you found your hair dryer

♡You were startled by Kenny leaning on the door frame, And god you were right

♡A towel wrapped around his waist and some bubbles still on his skinny frame

♡A small smirk appeared on his face as he noticed you admiring him

♡"Like what you see?" Kenny joked as he walked over to Y/n, a smirk still on his face. Y/n brushed his wet hair out of his face. "I told you you had potential Ken!" Y/n giggled as she tosses the hair dryer on her bed.

Y/n wrapped her hands around Kenny's neck, to which Kenny's hands joined at her waist. "You can be the Ken to my Barbie now!" Y/n chuckled inching her face closer to his. Kenny's hands brushed up and down her back, sending shivers down her spine.

Y/n closed the gap between the two, Kenny almost fainted honestly, HE was kissing Y/n. KENNY was kissing THE Y/n L/n. He had to be dreaming at this point.

Their tongues danced in union, it felt like pure bliss. Only pulling back to catch their breath, Y/n smiled slightly looking down, Then looking at Kenny in pure shock.

Kenny had gotten a *bit* excited, could you blame him? He just made out with the most popular girl in south park. "EW KENNY!" Y/n stepped back, she couldn't help but laugh at the situation. "WHAT!! Can you blame me Y/n? You are gorgeous" Kenny smirked, he wasn't actually that embarrassed suprisingly, to which Y/n rolled her eyes playfully.

Dividers by @k1ssyoursister

[kk43mi]

Tbh?? even though i find it kinda interesting i havent ready many fics w/ tickling kink in them but like.. a couple of them just feel like regular porn but the difference is (for example) getting someone off w/ a feather instead of Just stroking the 🍆. In others ive read, the tickling is just foreplay, like doing it playfully and then realizing that the other person is aroused by all the touching (this one is what i like the most especially with grumpy characters wr barely see smiling. They deserve to giggle)

divider: saradika-graphics

cw: feather play, cum, weener, no proofreading, wc: 500+

"[name] i swear..to archons..!" you tickled the man in front of you, teasing his cock with a toy feather. handcuffed to the bedframe first thing when he woke up. you always loved the thought of teasing your boyfriend by a feather, it just seemed so hot to see your boyfriend struggle under you.

"what! its fun...~" you take the feather, wiggling it back and forth around the tip. looking up at him when his thighs quiver and the way he whimpered was so yummy. its like you wanted more out of him. "your way of fun isnt what i like." he exclaimed before popping your mouth onto his tip.

"agh fuck! you better stop with that shit-" you giggled, using the feather to tease him more, this is was much fun, you loved seeing him forced into submission. seeing the way pearls of sweat dripped down from his forehead and the way his abs emitted a shine from all of it...you couldnt stop yourself. "if you say it, ill let you cum~ if not, im adding another ten minutes."

"im not saying shit for your ass." "cmonnn you dont wanna be pent up with no release right? plus...youre handcuffed you couldnt even help yourself." you had a point, and he grit his teeth, all his ego would be lost begging for you to let him cum. tickling him on the base and you can see precum dripping from the side as his cock twitches, it was such a sight to see.

he huffs and breathes in heavily, just hoping he could get a release from the stroke of the feather. but you knew too well, knew how to control his own climax. hes seriously so pent up and needed a release. should he for his own pleasure....

"please.." he mumbled. "hm? whaddya say?" you stopped teasing him. he says something inaudible and you probably know what he said. "cmon say it louder, tell me what you want" "this shit is embarrassing." the way red coated his cheeks made you display a cheeky smile, you loved seeing him this way.

"say it and you get what you want." you stroke a lick against the veins of his base. he twitches and couldnt take it anymore. "please, let me cum, i beg of you." his hands tried getting out of the resistances, absolutely losing his mind from the lack of release.

"hehe, knew you could do it" and without any warning, you his whole cock entered inside your mouth and the moan he let out was heavenly. "ooh-! fuck [name]! your mouth feels fucking great" he let out. the way you slobbered your spit everywhere, bobbing your head up and down.

you eyes fluttered up at him and he couldnt get any hornier from this. he release was coming and you could tell from the way he bucked his hips up at you which made you gag. the slurp sounds and his whimpers were echoed around the room.

"keep going-im cumming-agh fuck!" you felt hot gooey substances shot inside of your throat, from the amount of times you edged him, there was no surprise how much came from him. you tried swallowing all of it, but the way it spilled was so much some came from the corners of your mouth. his breathing was uncontrollable, probably the best orgasm he had in a long time.

after swallowing everything up, you kissed his cheek. "still as yummy as i remembered, you came so much."

scaramouche, diluc, alhaitham, abyss aether, kinichi, kaeya, cyno, tighnari, wriothesley, xiao any character of your choice!

sorry for the long hiatus, been really busy and lost the motivation. just wrote this real quick.

[tashasbabe]

♱ off. — n.n

creds to @s-hyia & @florietas for the dividers!!

𑁤 w/l : substance usage, vomiting, fluff, angst??, profanity!! i think thats all <3

this is not proofread + i didn't use caps on purpose and never will!!

nicky is a woman who, usually, stays true to her promises. 

“i promise i’ll never use again, baby. please, i can get better, just trust me.”

what a lie. 2 years, down the fucking drain. early this morning nicky stumbled into her bunk, the one that you two shared. it was wayyy too obvious she was using again, and you wanted to break down right there, but you couldn’t. you had to be there for her. 

her lips and fingertips were blue, she looked pale, like she just got done vomiting. she couldnt walk straight, her pupils were dialated, it was so fucking obvious. 

“nicky, baby, c’mere.” you murmured softly, trying your best not to wake the other inmates up. 

“baaaaaabee, hii.. mmhph..” she stumbled over to your lap, in which you caught her when she tripped. “i puked, but i’m okay, i’m okay!!” she whisper-yelled, and you brushed the hair out of her face. you could’ve started crying right there, she was cold, so fucking cold. “that’s good, sweetheart. just.. l’me take a look at you. you tired, baby?” you quietly murmured, holding her in your lap as you checked her out, holding one of her hands in yours. 

“dunno, mamas.. i don’t really feel anything. hmph.” she yawned, at least she wasn't fully out of it. you kissed the top of her head, “okay, babe. okay..” you sighed, rocking her gently on your lap.

“are you sure you're okay, nicks?” you asked softly, a few minutes later, stroking the hair away from her face. “yeah, for the 5th time, i’m okayy.” she murmured, she had slightly calmed down, still bouncy but she didn’t move from your lap. you made the big decision, deciding to tell her. she obviously didn’t know she used. “nicky, baby, you’re cold.” you said, catching her attention. “what’d you mean, mamas?..” she asked softly, grasping your hand in her own.

“did you find heroin? please, dont lie to me.”

“yeah, but i gave it to boo.. i promise.” she whined quietly, she didn’t want you mad at her. “no, you didn’t, you used again.” you murmured softly, pulling her closer to you, her eyes were unfocused, wandering away from your stare. “look at me, baby, just try.” you gently cupped her chin, making her look up at you. 

“did i relapse..? i really did?” she asked softly, she looked like she was about to cry. it had probably been about an hour or two since she relapsed, and she was slowly making her way into withdrawal. “yes, baby, yeah.. it's gonna be okay, though. you did good finding your way back to the bunk.” you smiled softly, your eyes swelling up with tears. she almost instantly started sobbing, which alerted guard bell, 

“keep it down, inmate!” guard bell yelled, standing next to the doors.

“baby, shhh.. it's okay, itttss okaayy..” you murmured softly, trying to soothe her sobs, patting her back gently and bouncing her in your lap. “it's not okay, i’m not okay. mamas, i didn't mean to. are you mad at me?..” she sobbed quietly, hiding her face in your shoulder. none of the other inmates really minded her sobs or cries, they knew she was going through something. “noo, baby, i’m not mad.” you cooed softly, petting her hair. she stopped crying for a moment, then started again. she was sweating, alot. she was withdrawing. “b-babe.. fuck, trashcan!” she sobbed, which caused the guard to yell again, you immediately grabbed the trash can next to your bed though, holding it up to her. she slouched down, vomiting into the trash can. “good girl, let it all out, it's okay..” you soothed, patting her back gently, helping her through it. “all done?” you asked softly after she stopped puking, helping her lift her head, and wiping her mouth with your sleeve. “hmph, yeah, i’m.. done.” she murmured, she was slightly out of it, but still fazed. “mamas.” she grunted softly, and i placed a hand on her stomach, it was rock hard, tense. i rubbed her stomach slowly and gently, making sure i didn't cause her any pain. “that better, sweetheart?” you asked gently, continuing to rub soft circles on her stomach, and she sighed. “yes, baby, thank you.” she murmured softly, slowly adjusting back to her normal self, slooooooowly. 

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“good girl.” you murmured softly, helping her lay down slowly, making sure you didn't hurt her. “i appreciate it, mamas.” she murmured quietly, it was painfully obvious she was tired, because she fell asleep almost instantly. “night, babygirl.” you murmured softly as you cuddled up to her, she would be okay, she truly would.

𝜗𝜚 a/n : as a girl that used & relapsed throughout her teenage years, this was particularly hard to write, i sobbed almost the whole way through. when i wrote this, i didnt think about how it would attract attention to using & overdosing. so, i must say that i'm NOT trying to influence drug usage. <3 please, stay away from substances, you truly don't know how bad it can hurt you. i also wanna say that this was longer than i wanted it to be smhh.. buuuttt i hope u enjoy reading it!

[grugruel]

The Game

Pairing: Silco x f!reader

Masterlist

Summary: You and Silco like to keep things interesting by playing a game. Its your turn now, heat flares and tempers rise.

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: Established relationship, hints of smut, brief choking, mentioned degrading, tension? Elutions to sub!dom!silco towards the end.

I throw the doors to The Last Drop open, making my grand entrance.

Smoke billows out through the opening, it curls around my vision as it mixes with the impure air of Zaun and all heads in the club turn toward me.

An uscher of whispers rumble through the crowd and the music suddenly halts. A mans low whistle can be heard ringing out through the crowd, aswell as the consequent "ow" and "hush" as the man next to him elbows him in the side, giving him a stern look in warning.

I was off limits to everyone but one man, and that was considered common knowledge in Zaun.

I take a step inside, smiling devilishly, approving of the general public reaction.

I let the doors slam shut behind me, welcoming the familiar embrace of the murky, green tinted darkness of the club as it envelopes me. I gaze around the room, searching for him.

I am counting on him to be in his office already, as It was a crucial part of my plan for dramatic effect. And when married to a man like him, one couldnt help but look for him in every room you enter.

All that im met with though, is an array of mixed emotions, smiles, glances and a bunch of wide eyed men and women. The crowd was divided between those who, had they not know was good for them, would hollar and applaud my confidence or those who would be scared half to death and couldnt even dare throw a glance my way.

Most bastards, however. Had already let their slack-jawed chins hit the floor at the first sight of me, and oh . . . was I a vision to behold.

Everyone already knew who I was of course, my antics were not news to them, neither were the fact that I am wife to the infamouse Eye of Zaun.

So to explain the situation, Silco and I ha'd been playing a fun little game for some time, just to spice things up. We set two rules of outmost importance, no matter what, we had to follow them.

1. Prizes asked for must be given.

2. Revenge is always permitted.

Meaning whoever manages to outdo the others previous actions in boldness, audacity, mischief etc, wins whatever prize they desire from the other and whatever we did to challenge the other, we could always retaliate however we wanted and those asks had to be met

Usually when it was Silcos turn, he'd experiment, try something new, take me in the hall, in an alley, where anyone could see. Just for the thrill if it, because we can, because who would question him?

But as of late, work has been stressing him and hes been using me. He makes a public display out of me, showing everyone just who I belong to. A power play, of course, reinforcing his claim on me and putting on a show of his brazen nature as for Zaun not to forget who he is.

And he'd do it all with a ravenous gleam in his eye, enjoying every second of my embaressment. But god help any man who makes a remark or even looks at you the wrong way.

And since he has a reputation to uphold, an image to keep clean, being the crimeboss that he is, I had never been allowed to play our game in any type of crowded setting. He needed to be respected and more imporantly, feared. Meaning he could not be put into conpromising positions publicly. Privately was a whole nother situation.

But today, that would be coming to an end. I'd been forced to accept the situation since this whole thing came about, but he needed a reminder of who he married. Although I do not have as important of a position as him, my life did not begin when we married. I was someone before him and I am my own person still.

Blinded by love, and lust. I've let him do whatever he wants to me and although that can be a welcome notion betwix the sheets, it is not when he needs to make an example of someone, not anymore.

Sevika stood leaned against the stairrailings, watching my plan unfold, eyes wide. She sprung into action, ripping the jacket off the shoulders from the unsuspecting man next to her and rushes to cover me up.

She knows you're not the kind of woman who listens to anyone who tells you what to do, with the exception being Silco. And knowing she'd get hell from the man himself if she did anything else than try, she tries.

I reject the jacket of course, gently pushing her away from me. I clasp my hands behind me back and walk slowly towards the bar with her shadowing closely behind me in hope of hiding something from the crowd.

She lowers her head to my height, leaning closer to my ear, a shudder runs through me "He wont be happy" she snarles.

"I know" I answer nonchalantly. And a ghost of a smile flashes over her lips as she shakes her head and turns around, sighing.

I sit down on one of the stools by the bar, watching her as she makes her way upstairs. I order a whiskey and take a look around the room once again, noting all the stares.

"Cmon folks, he'll be down in a minute and you know better than to stare. Get back to it." I say in a low chuckle and they do just that, knowing the truth of my words.

Minutes later Sevika comes back down, she throws me a warning glance that tells me "not in the mood" and a new feeling begins to fester within me, uncertainty. I already knew he'd be cross when I schemed my little plan up, that was foreseen. But now?

I had no time to think of the consequences, because another set of footsteps could be heard a few paces behind her, slow and deliberate. He was already punishing me and I've yet to lay my eyes on him. My stumache flitters despite myself, longing to see how this plays out. Turbulence was to be excpected, but the rewards would be gratifying.

The crowd seems to have heard the destinctive sounds of Silcos footsteps aswell, as their attention turn toward the stairs.

Through the gloom of the lowly lit, smoke filled room, the glowing red of his cigar lights up his features, giving an earie glow to his eye. He looks mightly unimpressed, inhaling a puff of smoke his eyes scan the crowd, eventually settling on my form. Clad in nothing more than the crimson red lingerie that he bought me. He was already incredibly annoyed that you would compromise him like this, but seeing you in the set that he stressed were for his eyes only truly set him ablaze on the inside.

I swiwel the barstool so that I face him completley, the bartender slides my drink toward me and I grab it as I lean back against the bar, forearms supporting me. A pleased expressions washes over my face, this was a serious matter. But I should gloat whilst I still can.

He glares at me for a minute, the club is so silent you could hear peoples breathing, very shallow, careful breaths as they try to avoid catching his attention and possibly turning his displeasure onto themselves.

He takes in my appearance, looking me up and down. Sevika had not known the ordeal of this specific set of lingerie, so she had not conveyed its importance to him.

His patience usually wears thin, but seeing me in the lingerie he clearly told me were for him makes his blood boil.

Turbulence stirs within him, feeling incredible annoyance at your clear disobediance, but also a tinge of impatience to punish you especially since you did look brutally ravishing.

And as if his hair sences his stress, a greying strand of his magnificent hair falls over his eye. He sighs deeply, gathering himself before taking action, he catches the runaway strand by combing his free hand through his hair, placing it perfectly back with the rest.

He moves the hand holding his cigar, wafting it back and forth dismissively as he turns toward the people, adressing them "Avert you eyes ladies and gentlemen, that is my wife." he orders.

"Go ahead, leave, scram, flee." He makes a dramatic shooing gesture and announciates the last word, then taking another drag of his cigar.

He turns to Sevika "Make sure they understand that they did not see anything, then leave you too. No one is to be let in." she nods and posts herself by the door.

The people flock toward the exit, creating a bottleneck effect. Carefully, eagerly even, they follow Silcos directions reinforced by Sevika. They did not need to be told twice, they had already forcibly forgotten the incident and had no intention on stickning around to challenge his temper.

As the last of the crowd have left and the doors slam shut behind Sevika, its only the two of us left, so I stand to make my way to him.

"Stay." Silco says coldly, eyes snapping to me. A shiver runs through my body, I sit back down, crossing my legs, anticipation lining my senses as I smile at him.

We hold eachothers gaze "I missed you" I say.

"So I see" he responds, striding closer, one painstakingly slow step at a time and when hes finally close enough to touch I reach out to him, taking the lining of his tie between my fingers, softly tracing it down his chest, stopping at his vest button to undo it.

He snatches my wrist, holding it closer to him, inhaling the scent of my perfume, loving the way it mixes with the cigar smoke. He kisses my wrist before pinning it to the bar-counter behind me.

Not so easily discouraged, I lean closer to him in an atempt to steal a kiss off of those ruthless lips. I let my eyes fall shut and lean further in until I feel his breath on my skin as I've done so many times before. Heat flashes through me as I imagine the taste of him being less than a mere second away, but my expectations fall short as im met by the the savour of his cigar instead.

"Tsk tsk tsk" he shakes his head "Surely you wouldnt dream it to be this easy my dear?" His tone mocking.

I scoff in pretend defeat as I take the cigar from him, taking a drag and leaning back against the counter again. "I was only teaching you a lesson, husband." I sigh.

"Oh" he exclaims, his demeanor unclear. A mix of entertainment and frustration evidens in his voice "You're teaching me a lesson hmm?" His gaze hardens and an frustrated smile forms on his lips as he awaits my response.

"Naturally."

A gleam of irritation lights in his eye, he takes the whiskey from my hand, studying it carefully as if planning his next move. He takes a slow sip, "So.." he begins, carefully phrasing his words, "Would you like to tell me how come? Because frankly, my dear. Im at a loss here." Agitation evident in his tone.

"Truly?" I question, not sure if he actually wants me to answer that. "I love this little game of ours, it can be... Oh so thrilling" I sigh in reminiscence, thinking back to past adventurez when we've enjoyed eachothers rueful challenges.

"But I do not enjoy to be used as someones puppet, not even yours. You've turned this wonderful game of ours into a show of your power, using me. So, I wanted to teach you a lesson." I repeated myself, nonchalantly.

His gaze bores into my own, furious at your choice of handling the situation, but even more so because theres truth in your words. "I have a reputation." He spits the last word, "How will I be respected if I cannot controll my own woman?" He asks, frustrated.

I sneer, "You forget yourself Silco." Theres venom in my tone, "I may not be known as "The Industrialist" but I have a reputation of my own and it is time I reminded you of it. Zaun will not respect you more for treating me like shit, and your blatant audacity to feel bad for yourself is sickening." I state coldly, and he knows your right, yet he cannot help how your words irk him. His face burns hot with shame.

"Ive let you degrade me in front of thousands of people, just for you to earn your power." I spit back.

"But truth be told, husband. Youre not a king, nor a god, and people will understand that you cannot control me. Ive never been know as conceded woman and I believe I have made that clear today." I fix my gaze sternly on his, making sure hes understood. He glares back, nodding.

Certain hes seen my point, I ease up. Work has taken a toll on him as of late, thats not his fault, but how he chose to counteract it is.

I lean forward again, softening my gaze as I carefully stroke his scar and whisper "You might have chosen me as your bride, but I also chose you, you know."

He sighs, closing his eyes, the anger melting away from him as he remebers you when you first met, and thinks of the woman before him now. Hes loved every version of you that hes had to pleasure to know and hes been incredibly stupid to put you in such positions for his own gain, he will simply find others to make examples of. He meets your gaze again, defeated "Im afraid my dear girl, that you're right, my behavior towards you have been appaling. You win, this time." A releaved expression covers my face as I've gotten my point across.

"However," he says soflty placing both hands on either side of my face, cupping it "That wont stop me from earning my retribution, game rules." He points out, pressing a soft kiss to my lips as a hand slides one hand to the back of my head, grabbing a fistful of my hair, earning him a moan from me.

He strokes my cheek gently with the back of his free hand, then tracing his index finger along my jaw and ending it with a tap at the sharpest point under my ear, "Everything." He says concurrently with the tap.

He strokes a strand of hair behind my ear before continuing to trace his finger down my neck, following it with his gaze, he grabs my throat, squeezing lightly as he carefully yamks me closer to him, making me gasp, "Has." he punctuates, finger tapping again, this time on my artery.

He lets go of my throat an continues to trace his finger outward along my collarbone, stopping at my shoulder, "A." He taps again. Silent anticipation linger between us, as I wonder where this'll end.

He takes the crimson brastrap between his fingers, slowly sliding it off my shoulder as he traces it down to the cup, "Price." He ends, the tension between us culminating, as he taps one last time at the soft flesh of my breast.%I shiver runs along my spine, I lean into again, his lips a ghost on mine.

"Naturally" I whisper against his lips, feeling him smile.

His hands continue downward, coming to a stop at my hips, holding me in place as if I'd ever wish to be anywhere else and melting me completely with his sudden tenderness. But his grip hardens, ready to take what is his. And as much as I would love just that, I was not done and he knew it.

"But, I've yet to claim my price. Game rules." I state, he steps back, knowing that he has to abide by the rules. His eyes shift to mine, pleading and lust battling for controll. "Cruel, cruel woman" he whimpers.

One side of him is itching to do whatever he wants to you and the other begging for you to let him touch you. And you're about to make him beg for it.

[anyamaris]

Something Sweet

Word Count-3055

Summary- You and your friend have started a weekly ritual of baking in your apartment, and you both find yourselves enjoying each others company more and more.

Pairing- Kyungsoo x f!reader

Trope-Friends to lovers AU

Warnings-Sexual language, vulgarity, baking (food), unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), oral (fem receiving) MINORS DNI 18+

Tags- @cultofdionysusnet @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @yoonguurt @shinestarhwaa @babesindestroyland @lemonhongjoong @stardragongalaxy @kpop-stories-21 @flowerboykun @millennial-fangirl @ericssmile @kthpurplesyou @changbinslovelylegs @yeosxxx @ssaboala

A/N- I COULDNT HELP IT-I needed to write Kyungsoo cause his lips are killing me and I....I am getting wrecked by my wrecker. I hope tags are ok for everyone-if you are getting tagged and don't want to be tagged for anything besides certain things, please feel free to let me know! Also-I'm so nervous about this one so please feel free to give feedback and I am totally fine with constructive criticism.

@starillusion13 LOOK I WROTE AN EXO

As always-Thank you to @babesindestroyland for being so helpful and encouraging to me while I have panic attacks over this. @stardragongalaxy as well for talking me through it all! I love you all and thank you for reading! 🤍💜🤍

Thank you as always to @cafekitsune for the absolutely gorgeous banners and dividers I always use, I adore your work!

“Okay! That’s everything….” you say to yourself, letting your eyes sweep over the ingredients you had on the counter.  You check the time and realize you still have about 30 minutes before Kyungsoo would arrive, so you run to take a quick shower and change.  Turning off the blow dryer, you peek at your phone and see you’ve got a few minutes so you make your way back to the kitchen.  Your friend is always on time so you just triple check that you have everything and pull some fruit out of the fridge to snack on while you both bake.  

You’d both started this weekly ritual when you had been baking at home one day when he’d stopped by with some of your friends.  He had expressed his own interest in baking and cooking, and you’d gotten to talking.  He’d shocked you by asking for you to text or call him the next time you’d felt like destressing like this and to invite him along.  So the following week, when you found yourself pulling out supplies, you’d sent him a text, not expecting anything.  

To your surprise, he had messaged back almost immediately asking what he could bring and that he was on his way over.  Initially, you’d been concerned that it might be awkward.  You had all been friends since college, but Kyungsoo was on the quiet side and while you’d had plenty of conversations, you couldn’t recall spending any alone time with him.  You remember the little butterflies in your tummy when you realized you’d be able to get to know him a bit better one on one.  Possibly getting closer to him.  

Smiling down at the ingredients, you can’t help but feel your excitement spike as the doorbell rings.  This was the moment you looked forward to every week now, spending an afternoon baking something interesting with him, then either cooking or ordering in if you wanted to just clean up and relax while watching a movie.  Many nights you both just talked without even watching whatever you’d put on.  

Opening the door, you smile at Kyungsoo as he gives you a big grin.  “What are we making this week?” he asks as he makes his way in.  You grab the bag he brought, tsking at him.  “I know, you can tell me all day not to bring things, but I’m not going to listen.  Just deal with it.” he says before you can complain and you laugh, unable to help it.�� For a long time, his sometimes abrupt way of speaking used to make you think he was a bit cold, but you’d come to realize that he was just blunt and honest.  It made him that much more interesting to you.  Interesting and attractive. You shake your head, trying to ground yourself back into reality.

“Cupcakes! I thought it would be fun to decorate them and send them home with you for the other guys.” you say, making your way into the kitchen.  He goes and immediately gets the apron you’d designated for him and he turns to eye the array of ingredients you have out.  “Sounds good, but they don’t deserve cupcakes.” you snort at his comment and he smiles at you as you laugh.  “So true.  Especially Chanyeol and Baekhyun.” you say and he nods,groaning.  

“I’d rather give them to a stranger than those two,” he mumbles and you shake your head.  “Ok! I thought it’d be fun to color some of the buttercream, or we can leave it and decorate with all of these…” you say, showing him all the fun little sprinkles and decorations you’d picked up. “Also, let’s discuss flavors for the cupcakes themselves…”  You both are swept away by the excitement of your shared love of creating and being able to work together. 

 Before you know it, the cupcakes are out of the oven, and the buttercream is made, separated into fun colors.  “All that’s left is to let them cool and ... .the super fun clean up!” you say and swipe a finger across the paddle you’d used to beat the buttercream as you remove it from your mixer.  “Mmmm!” you say, always excited to taste the outcome of your efforts.  

“Good?” he asks as he watches you taste it and you nod, holding out the little left on it.  He smiles and shakes his head, already setting up the sink for clean up.  “You don’t have to help me with this part, you know.” you say, as you always do since you started this.  You remove your apron, taking his as well to put to the side. “One day you’ll give up on that silly argument.  We both bake together, we both clean up.” he states, leaving no room for argument and you shrug.  “Fine, fine.” you glance over at him and can’t help but grin at his handsome face smiling back at you. 

He laughs as he dries his hands as you’re finishing up washing.  “What?” you ask and he glances over at you.  “It’s just…I’m glad you actually texted me to start doing this.  It’s…nice.” he says, then looks at you. “Oh geez, Y/n…” he says, and reaches out, running his thumb over the side of your mouth, showing you the buttercream.  “Oh…” you blush, embarrassed momentarily, but then you watch as he puts his thumb into his mouth as he stares at you.  “You’re right…” he says in a low tone.  

You swallow hard as heat ignites in the pit of your stomach and your cheeks flare a brighter shade of red, gripping the counter as you watch him lick his full lips.  “It’s delicious.” he says, his eyes flicking down to your lips.  “Oh uh…” you manage, your hand going to your mouth to wipe at it.  “Sorry…I -” but you’re cut off as he gently grips your hand and pulls you closer, his arm slipping around your waist.  Your heart is beating in your throat as he pauses to study your face, his eyes seeming to be asking permission.  

When you don’t pull away and you just stare up at him as you quiver gently in his arms, he brushes your hair back from your forehead.  “So sweet.” he says as he brushes his lips over yours, and you can’t help but let out a small whine.  He stops momentarily to let out a small breathy laugh and you dip your head, berating yourself.  “Have you wanted this as much as I have, then?” he asks softly and you look up into his big, dark eyes.  “Yes, I-” you whisper, but his lips are on yours, this time more eager.  

You let yourself lean into him, finally getting over the shock as you wrap your arms around his neck.  He backs you up to the counter, his body pressing against yours as his lips part, his tongue slipping along the seam of your mouth.  You open to him, and his tongue searches for yours, his hand slipping up into your hair, lightly cupping the back of your head as he deepens the kiss.  

Your senses are enhanced; the silence of the apartment seems to emphasize the soft, wet noise of your mouths meeting; the rhythm of your heart increasing as his fingertips skim your scalp, the hitch of his breath as he presses against you and you can feel his arousal against your thigh.  Your soft whimper as you bunch his shirt in your fist, pulling at him, wanting more. You gasp as his lips leave yours, planting kisses along your jawline, then down to your neck.  You clench your thighs together at his soft breath on your skin, his small low noises as he stops, resting his forehead against your collarbone.  You run your fingers through his hair as he lets out little puffs of air, his hands grip your waist, his thumbs rubbing the skin under the waistband of your pants.  

You hear his audible swallow and he pulls back to look at you, his dark eyes searching yours.  “We should stop here.  If we keep-” he starts, but cuts himself off as he looks at you.  His hand comes up to cup your face, and you lean into it, your gaze never leaving his. His thumb traces your bottom lip as he bites his own.  “If you keep looking at me like that-” he whispers, but you open your mouth to nip at his thumb, then take it into your mouth to suck gently on it.  

His groan has arousal pooling in between your thighs and he yanks you to him, grasping your hair lightly in his fist as he gently tips your head back to look up at him.  “I’m not playing around with you, if we go further, things will change between us. I want that clear.” he says bluntly and you feel your body tremble in his arms.  “Yes.” you say and he studies you momentarily, as if confirming and giving you time to back out.  Instead, you move your legs to allow him to press his thigh between yours, your hand tugging at his shirt.  

A smile plays across his lips as he presses his mouth to yours.  “You’re mine then, from here on.”  “Yes-” you start, but his tongue is rolling against yours, leaving you breathless as his fingers slip under the seam of your shirt.  His thigh presses between your legs, yanking a moan from your throat as his hands slip under your shirt.  Suddenly, he’s pulling it up, forcing your arms up as he yanks it over your head.  You grab the counter behind you as his lips brush your neck, an arm around your waist, his free hand splayed over your ribs right under your bra.  

“Beautiful…” he whispers against your skin, causing the hair to raise all along your body.  You can only let out little breaths and moans as his mouth moves along your collarbone, to your shoulder, kissing as his fingers slip under the strap of your bra, gently pulling it down your arm.  Your fingers go into his hair again, urging him on.  Your head falls back as his soft lips skim along the flesh of your breast above the material, and then he’s tugging the garment down, exposing your bare tit.  You glance down at him as his tongue flicks across his lips, his eyes on yours as he takes your nipple into his mouth.  The sight of him doing that has you crying out, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud.  

You instinctively draw your leg up to go around him, and he responds by adjusting himself so he’s between both of your legs, then grinding himself against your aching core.  “Please-” you gasp out and his hands are in your pants, pushing them down as he cups your ass.  The hand tugging them down slips between your legs, plunging into the lake of arousal pooling there.  The low growl in his throat, his eyes seeming to darken even more before he’s dropping down, hands running along your skin as he removes your pants and panties completely.  

You can’t stop the trembling in your body as you look down at him on his knees, hands on both thighs as he spreads you open.  “Kyungsoo-” you gasp, gripping the counter behind you, your hand tightening in his hair.  He gives you the smallest of smiles before he presses his face into you, his tongue immediately separating your folds, tasting your desire for him.  His plush lips are pressing against your clit, his tongue lapping up your juices as his hands open you more, his fingers coming to assist him.  Your leg is shaking and his eyes are on yours as you watch him, your lips parted and your face flushed.  The tip of his tongue is testing you, his gaze studying you to see what you like.

At each hitch of breath and moan, he applies the knowledge better, his fingers teasing along your entrance.  Moving to get a better angle below you, he takes your left leg and moves it over his shoulder to steady you, and you lean back for him, never taking your eyes off what he’s doing.  Suddenly, his lips are around your nub and he’s sucking, his fingers slipping into you.  “Kyungsoo!” you cry out and he hums against you in response, his fingers curling and searching as he plunges them in and out of you.  

“There-yes-yes-” you gasp and he hums louder, urging you on as your hips move on their own, the heat in your abdomen close to burning you up.  “Please!” you cry and he slides another finger in as he presses against the spongy spot inside of you.  Your whole body is quivering as your walls start to clench around his fingers, then it’s like a dam bursts as you tense up, flooding around his fingers as he continues to pump in and out of you.  “Oh god!” you bite out as he pulls his fingers back, his tongue delving where they were to taste you.  The feel of his tongue probing against your hole has you pleading for more, your hands grasping at his shirt and he lets out a small laugh against you as he finally lets your leg down to stand up. 

You immediately pull his mouth to yours, this time it’s you frantically pulling his shirt off, tugging it over his head, throwing it.  It’s your hands unbuttoning his pants as his are cupping your ass, lifting you as you push his pants down and take his length into your hands.  “Need you-” you manage between kisses and he’s complying, kicking off the last of the barrier between you.   

“Right here?” he asks breathily and you nod, your legs going around him.  “Please- yes- now-” you moan and he doesn’t hesitate to guide the head of his cock to your entrance, lifting you as you tilt your hips for him.  You revel in the taste of yourself in his mouth as he presses into you, your already aching pussy eager to accept him even as you stretch around his girth.  “Oh my g-” you choke out as he thrusts into you, his moan mixing with your cries as his fingers dig into your hips.  

“So soft and sweet-” he moans out, dropping his head into the crook of your neck as he slowly pulls back just to take his time pushing back into you.  “Kyungsoo….” you sigh, and you feel his lips against your pulse, licking and kissing, then sucking.  There’s a slight sting as you realize he’s marking you and you clench tight around him.  His hips stutter, then start to speed up as his breathing quickens.  “Mine.” he whispers against the mark, kissing it and your legs tighten, nodding frantically as he holds you closer against him.  

“Yours-yes-” you murmur and he leans back, holding you up as he thrusts harder into you.  His normally stoic, placid face is now contorted beautifully into lust and concentration as he looks between your face and where you are both connected, watching his cock delve into you.  You look down to watch how well you’re coating him, the wet noises of him fucking you growing louder as his hips put more power behind each thrust.  Your moans are growing louder as well, and as you look back up at him, you cry out at his possessive eyes taking you in.  Your walls tremble at the pace he’s setting and you clutch desperately at his shoulders.  “I’m- I- Oh god I’m_” you say, feeling tears prick at your eyes from the sensation building in your womb as you clamp around him, crying out.  

“Fuck!” he cries out as you cum around him, his brows drawing together as he bites his lips, arms tightening around you as he rocks you against him, riding out your orgasm.  “I’m close-So close-” he pants, and you nod as you blink, trying to clear your head as you come down.  “Where-?” he asks, and you can tell he’s about to burst, so you push back, making him withdraw as you drop to your knees and press your tits together.  

Opening your mouth, you watch his eyes get huge then roll as he grabs his dick in his hand and almost immediately releases hot, white ropes of cum all over your chest and face, moaning as he leans forward to grip the counter above your head to steady himself.  You let go of your breasts and reach up to take him in your hand, stroking him, milking him of every drop.  You close your lips over the tip to taste him and moan in pleasure at the salty bitter taste of him.  

You stop when you hear his breath catch, knowing it’s too much and you draw back to look up at him.  There’s a sheen of sweat over both of you and you can’t help but smile up at him as he looks down at you.  “That…” you breathe out, trying to form words.  “Yeah.” he just says, petting your hair back.  “Let me catch my breath and …I’ll get you a towel..” he says and you nod, licking his cum off your lips.  He groans at the sight and you try to stifle a giggle at his cock twitching in your face.  

“Be right back.” he says and you nod, finally trying to stand.  Your legs feel like wet noodles as you steady yourself against the counter and he’s back, wiping at your face, then your chest.  You just smile as you watch him, feeling overwhelmed and giddy.  “Yes, before you ask.” he says, his eyes flicking up to stare into yours.  “So there’s no question.  Yes, I meant it. You’re mine.” he says matter of factly and you grin like a moron.  “Yours.  I meant it too.” you say and he’s pulling you back into his arms, kissing you deeply.  

“Think the cupcakes are cooled-” you start to ask, but he’s not letting you talk.  “Fuck the cupcakes.” he says, pushing you towards the bedroom.  “I mean…we could bring the frosting-” you murmur and he just growls, reaching out to grab one of the bowls to bring with you.  

“Done.” he says and you giggle as you make your way for another round. 

[wembleygoodboy]

Wembley, may I ask where you got your name? Were you named after the puppet?

itis actuolly kindof a Lomg Storey, so iwill let dadmom tellit! 😊👍 (it also doubols as My Orogin Storey!)

[story time! this is gonna be a long one, so strap in, ahaha

so, i went to college for music (education and performance; flute performance, specifically. i can wipe my ass w that degree now tho lol), so i was in a couple different ensembles at any given time. in 2013, we were playing a multi-movement piece called "3 Ayres from Gloucester" by Hugh Stuart. the 3rd movement is called "The Fiefs of Wembley." you can listen to a performance of it here. wembley is apparently a location within london. think "wembley stadium!"

i always joked with my fellow flutist friend (we'll call her M) who i shared a stand with that Wembley sounded like the name of a mischievous cat. "wembley get off the counter!!!" "UGH NO why always on the carpet, wembley?!" etc. it helped that the tune itself totally sounds like the theme song of a somewhat skittish yet naughty little cat, parading around causing chaos until he's spotted, then darting away.

on october 3rd, 2013, i came into rehearsal and find M looking pretty distraught. i ask whats up, and shes like "i think i saw a kitten in the middle of the club lawn, it was just laying there, maybe its hurt, idk what to do!" im like okay lets check it out together, and our conductor (huge sweetheart) gives us the okay to go investigate.

sure enough, theres a tiny black blob just laying there in the middle of the lawn; not hidden away in the bushes where a mama cat wouldve left him. as we approached, the blob got up and awkwardly darted away towards the lil decorative pine shrubs dividing the lawn from a small parking lot. we followed it, and there he was: a small black kitten, crouched in terror, hiding in the shelter of the shrubbery.

i dont remember when exactly it happened, but it suddenly dawned on me. i turned to my friend. "M... its WEMBLEY..."

we tried to coax him out to no avail- not even food would persuade him, and he looked very thin- and he was a bit too close to the road for our comfort, so i asked my roommate to keep an eye on the lil guy while M and i went back to rehearsal. after it ended, we recruited a small gaggle of band geeks to capture the kitten. it was the bassoon player who finally caught him, plucking him out of a miniature shrub he'd tried to climb.

i swaddled wembley up in a black bandana i kept in my back pocket (for the Fashion™️), hopped into my roommate's car with my stuff, and headed back with my roommate to our little on-campus apartment. as i stood in the living room, waiting for him to bring our stuff from the car, wembley began to purr in my arms :,)

(to be fair, cats may purr to self-soothe when theyre stressed; its not exclusively an indicator of pleasure. but. Still, lol.)

turns out lil wembley was only a month old: just old enough for solid food, thankfully, but much younger than the age at which kittens are generally separated from their mothers for adoption, which generally occurs after 3 months. he also had a sprained leg, which made walking very difficult and painful for him. the leg was likely the reason he was abandoned by his feral mother, as if he couldnt keep up, she couldnt afford to stop for him when she likely had a whole litter to care for. understandable, but her loss was my (and wembley's!) gain. 💚

i had to tame him, as he was feral, and EXTREMELY fearful of humans, but i spent hours that night sitting on the opposite side of the bathroom, slowly earning his trust until, little by little, i was able to scoot close enough to him to pet him. he'd obviously never been petted before; the look on his little face was pure magic. he completely opened up to me after that moment.

i totally had myself fooled, thinking id find a home for him once his leg was all healed up (my vet major pal showed me how to make him a splint), but... then he started sleeping with me and... well..... yeah. nope. he was my son, and i was his dadmom.

and i always will be. 💚

BONUS PICTURES:

the first picture i ever took of Wembley (thats the bottom of a red solo cup i sewed fabric around so he could drink water from it without risking him getting cut on the plastic):

baby's first petting 💚:

he relaxed a lot after discovering the joy of Petting :)

settling down for his first night with us, too sleepy for this world 💚:

days later, with his lil foot in a splint, sitting in his temporary makeshift litterbox. the Poopie Prince!

...TL;DR, its the name of a part of london, and i chose it because of an instrumental piece of music. coulda just said that, i suppose, but I'll ALWAYS jump at the chance to tell wembley's Origin Story and share baby pics, ahaha 💚

-dadmom]

[arrrmagedonnn]

Well i decided to translate my lore article into English soooo I hope you will enjoy it!! Also feel free to ask some questions about them or maybe art requests with them, I will be so happy to answer!

CW: legal slavery, slave whump, conditioned whumpee, self-harm, non-con, abuse (I dont know what to add but I hope you understand vibe)

1. A bit of world building 

The setting is an alternative Europe of the 70s-80s (historical events are different, this is just to understand the general atmosphere and the development of technology). The economy is based on a system of owning and selling slaves, and is under strict control –you can legally buy/sell a slave only through the Central Market, which is located in every city. Market belongs to the Formelle family, which takes a large percentage from each completed sale, and due to this is one of the richest in the country.

The market is divided into several sections, each sells slaves of different “quality". Every Friday there is a Big Auction where exclusive slaves are sold, which cannot be bought just like that. They are considered more elite because of their physical attractiveness, learning to write/read and other skills. On the rest of the week, in the evenings, Small Auctions are held, where slaves are exhibited that have not been sold for a fixed price during the day. The Big Auction and Small Auctions are held on Monday and Wednesday by Mark, on all other days by Fran.

2. Ethan

Ethan is a slave, he was born after his mother (also a slave) was raped by her master. She worked in a large estate, with many servants besides them, so for the first couple of years they did not pay much attention to Ethan, but the more he grew, the more he began to resemble his father in appearance. So, in order to avoid a scandal and the disclosure of the rape story, at the age of 11, Ethan was resold to the other side of the country, to a farm.

He lived and grew up there until he was 17. Everything was quite good – Ethan was not given too hard work and most of the time he was not noticed at all, so he often secretly went for walks in the woods, to the river, and other interesting places near the farm. On one of these walks, he accidentally went a little further than usual, got lost and for two days couldnt find the way back. When he returned, the owners thought he was trying to escape, so they beat him up and then resold him to work in a factory.

It was a textile factory and the conditions there were much worse – constant work for 15-17 hours a day, disgusting living conditions, lack of normal food, and in case of disobedience (which was just weariness), Ethan was punished by being locked in a small dark punishment cell (after that he had a phobia of enclosed dark spaces). At such moments, he began to have a strong derealization, and in order to somehow cope with this, Ethan did not come up with anything better than stealing and carrying sharp cutting objects (needles, blades, pins, scissors) and cutting/stabbing his hands, because the pain helped him return to reality and don't start going crazy.

Ethan worked at the factory for about a year until Mark took him away from there.

By nature, Ethan is modest and intimidated, he tries to be as obedient as possible, even to the detriment of his needs. He has low self–esteem and considers himself fundamentally bad, wrong and broken, and thinks that all violence in his direction is right and deserved.

And some facts:

- Ethan can't read or write, but he can count to 30 and tell the time by the clock.

- Ethan constantly hears voices accusing and insulting him, and he is generally prone to visual, auditory and tactile hallucinations, as well as bouts of derealization.

- Ethan considers ignoring and loneliness much worse than any physical punishment.

- His favorite dessert is sugar cubes

3. Mark

Mark is one of the children of the Formelle family. Thanks to his mother, who indulged his every whim, he grew up spoiled and selfish, used to having everything in the world revolve around him. Because of his character and behavior, his peers did not want to be friends with him, so he either bought the friendship of other children for money, or was surrounded by slaves of his own age (he accidentally killed one of them during a game by throwing a stone at his head, but the next day they just brought a new one to Mark).

After graduating from high school, Mark tried to study at a medical university, but barely mastered the first year. Instead of studying, he preferred going to loud parties, drinking expensive cocktails in bars, going to boutiques with branded clothes and finding other ways to spend his parents' money. After some time, he was forced to work as an auctioneer in order to bring at least some benefit to the family business, but even so he has a lot of time for endless parties and bars.

Since childhood, Mark had a noticeable craving for violence, so when he got older, Mark began to use slaves, originally intended for sale, for his “personal use”. Mark's main fetish is cutting, so that all his slaves either died from wounds and blood loss, or became mutilated to the point that they could not move normally, and their appearance made them unsuitable for resale. Such waste continued for a long time, but in the end, Mark was forbidden to take expensive elite slaves, and instead take cheaper and already used ones, such as Ethan. By the way, Mark chose Ethan for himself only because he saw fresh cuts on him, and he was very amused by how he was hurting himself.

By nature, Mark is very mannered, arrogant, likes to be the center of attention and is fueled by adoration for himself from other people. He has an antisocial personality disorder, so he does not feel empathy for others, except for feigned pity. He likes to control everything and hates it when things don't go the way he intended.

And some facts:

- Mark uses makeup – concealer, concealer, he draws himself small arrows and a mole under his eye, because he heard that it makes the face more symmetrical.

- Mark is a sadomasochist and have ASPD

- His favorite dessert is macaroons

3.1 Mark and Ethan

Ethan lived with Mark for two years, and Mark very quickly won Ethan's love and affection through emotional manipulation. Compared to life at the factory, life with Mark was easier and calmer for Ethan, even despite the constant violence in his direction. Mark convinced Ethan that the process of making cuts makes him “beautiful“ and ”full-fledged", all punishments are done “for the good". In addition, beatings, sex, cuts and forced self-harm always alternated with affection, care and words of love, which made Ethan want violence against himself, because after it there would be a pleasant, comfortable part.

Their "relationship" lasted until Mark thought it was a funny idea to fuck Ethan in the eye socket. Before that, Ethan was already physically weak due to the constant mutilation, and after that he finally broke down, constantly just lying, sleeping, crying, and did not show the same emotions as before. Mark tried to sell him, but he couldn't find anyone willing to buy the exhausted, half-dead one-eyed slave, so Mark gave Ethan to his friend, Rafe.

4. Raf (Rafael)

Rafael is a childhood friend of Mark, but unlike him, he does not come from a rich family. His father left the family, Francesca's mother worked a lot and almost did not raise her son, so from childhood Raf was more serious and independent than his peers.

Raf's mother and Mark's father communicated closely, so the children spent a lot of time with each other. Raf was the only one whose friendship Mark couldn't buy, and who didn't suck up to him because of his status. They often quarreled, fought, reconciled, fought again, but in the end they remained close friends for many years to come. Rafe was and remains the only one whom Mark considers his equal, and whose opinion and attitude he cares at least a little.

After graduating from school, Raf dreamed of going to medical school with Mark, but he failed to enroll in budget education, and there was not enough money for paid education. Instead, Raf graduated as an economist and got a job at a regular office position.

By nature, Raf is quite balanced, restrained and serious. He suffers from workaholism and insomnia. Long-term communication with people quickly exhausts him, it is difficult for him to make new friends and even acquaintances.

And some facts:

- In high school and before the first years of university, Rof dated Mark's cousin, Lillian. They parted on quite a good note, realizing that they were not suitable for each other.

- Raf is always haunted by the thought that he is not doing "enough" – not working hard enough, not trying hard enough, and in an attempt to feel satisfied with the completion of some project, he can work continuously for several days in a row.

- Raf has a british cat, Lala, which he picked up from the street (in fact, she went into the house herself and refused to leave). Lala is not very sociable and grumpy, often bites and scratches if you try to pet her.

- Rafe likes to watch true-edge shows on TV and read detective stories, in which the reader is invited to find the killer along with the main character.

- Collects stamps and smoking pipes. - He cooks well, but because of work, he has almost no time for it.

4.1 Raf and Mark

Raf and Mark still communicate well and often, despite the difference in characters. After Rafe broke up with Lillian, Mark suggested that he start dating, but after the recent breakup, Rafe agreed only to a "relationship without a relationship" – they have sex, romance, but they do not call an official relationship.

4.2 Raf and Ethan

As I said above, Mark decided to give Ethan to Raf. Rafe himself has been extremely negative about the slavery system since childhood and does not support it, so he agreed to take Ethan only because he would not have lived long in any other place because of his weakened condition. Ethan will need a long time to get used to the new conditions, especially in contrast after living with Mark. For example, Ethan is used to being punished for any oversight, and if he doesn't, then he needs to harm himself on his own, and Rafe won't understand the reasons for this behavior for a long time.

weeeeell thats all!! I know that the article is a bit crooked and my English is not so good, but I tried my best!!

[q-gorgeous]

Destabilizing

ao3

ffn

Vlad Masters suddenly shows up at the Fenton household after disappearing for years asking for their help.

heres my holiday truce fill for @sybill-d

ahhh im sorry this was so late. i intended to do a storyboard of this, and i still intend to, but my arms and hands have been hurting lately and i couldnt trust myself to get this done by the third without aggravating whats hurting already 😔 but! here this is for now :D

woooooo

Jack sat at his work station in the lab. He couldn’t focus on his work today. Looking to his left, his gaze traveled over his desk until it landed on the framed picture that sat in front of him. Him, Maddie, and their old college buddy. They haven’t seen him in years. He always wondered what happened, why Vlad never spoke to them again. 

Jack sighed. There’s no use dwelling on the past. He just had to hope Vlad was doing well these days.

“Jack, are those samples ready yet?” Maddie called across the room to him. 

He spun in his chair to face her. “Yes, Maddie. They’ll be ready in-”

A crash sounded from upstairs and both he and Maddie turned to look towards it. Maddie stood up, planting her hands on her desk.

“What was that?” She shouted. 

Jack stood up and walked up behind her. “I don’t know.” He frowned.

He made his way across the room to the stairs. Maddie followed behind him. 

“Maybe it’s Danny and his friends?” She said.

“Or a ghost.” Jack glanced at her. “Stay alert.”

“Right!” Maddie brandished her gun and a focused expression crossed her face. 

Together they made their way up the stairs and through the heavy duty doorway. They tiptoed through the kitchen and backed up against the wall that divided the room from the kitchen. Jack peeked around the corner.

There was a figure in the living room, He looked just in time to see them fall to the floor. That must’ve been what that crashing sound was. This person couldn’t stay on their feet. 

He popped out from around the corner and pointed at the figure on the floor. Maddie aimed her gun at them. 

“Put your hands up…” Jack trailed off as his eyes adjusted to the dark lighting in the living room. 

Lying on the floor in front of him was their old college buddy Vlad Masters. 

“... Spook.” He finished softly. He heard Maddie gasp beside him. 

“...please.” Vlad spoke. “Help me…” 

Jack couldn’t believe it. 

“Vladdie?” Why was Vlad here? What happened to him all these years they’ve been apart?

“Vlad, what happened to you?” Maddie exclaimed. She walked across the room and bent over to help lift him off the floor. She laid his arm across her shoulders and lifted him up. Vlad groaned as he stood up. 

That was when Jack took in the state that Vlad was really in. He had green spots all over him. 

“Why are you covered in ectoplasm?” Jack reached a hand out and stepped closer to the two of them. He squinted at him. “Did a spookum get you?” 

Vlad opened groggy eyes and looked at him. “No. I’m sorry to show up so unexpectedly. I didn’t know what else to do.”

“We haven’t seen you since college!” 

“Where have you been all these years?” Jacked asked.

“I’m sorry for disappearing…” Vlad looked away from Jack. “There was something I never told you two. Something that I was afraid to tell you.”

A pit formed deep in Jack’s stomach.

“Do you remember my portal accident?”

Now Jack felt almost nauseated. Of course he remembered Vlad’s portal accident. He’d never been able to forgive himself for getting his best friend hurt. 

“That it didn’t work?” Vlad continued. “And I got hurt?” 

Vlad shuddered. “It changed me. In a way I couldn’t explain.”

Jack frowned. What did he mean by that?

“It wasn’t until the doctors diagnosed me with ecto-acne that I understood.” Vlad finally looked back up. First at Maddie, then at Jack. “I had somehow obtained ghostly attributes in that accident.”

Vlad coughed and Maddie gently guided him to the couch in the living room. She slowly sat him down and covered him in a blanket. He took a deep, shuddering breath before he looked back up and continued. 

“They cured the ecto-acne, but there was still something wrong with me.” Vlad held a hand to his head, a vacant stare now in his eyes. “Sometimes I would have trouble keeping my form. I started my own research but I couldn’t find a solution. I was getting weaker.”

He looked back up at them. 

“I’m destabilizing. And I need your help.”

Both Jack and Maddie looked at him with shocked expressions. 

“What can we do though?” Maddie asked. 

Vlad looked at them with such conviction that Jack couldn’t help but believe him. “You’re the most brilliant ghost scientists there are. If anyone can help me, it’d be you.”

Jack shook his head. He didn’t understand. Vlad was destabilizing? Wasn’t that something ghosts did if they grew to be too weak? Humans couldn’t destabilize. Did that mean that Vlad was a-

“Can you excuse us for a moment?” Maddie spoke in her pretend cheerful voice. It set off the alarm bells in Jack’s head. 

She grabbed onto the collar of his jumpsuit and roughly pulled him out of the room and into the kitchen. 

Jack turned to look over his shoulder to see Vlad frowning sadly at his lap. Jack frowned at that. 

Maddie tucked them back against the wall they had been hiding behind before. “How do we know we can trust him? What if he’s a ghost?”

Jacked looked over his shoulder. “I don’t know. Shouldn’t we trust him? He was our best friend.”

Maddie leaned past him to look past the wall to where Vlad sat in the living room. “It doesn’t matter if he was our friend. A ghost is a ghost.”

The alarm bells in Jack’s head grew louder. “He seems to believe he’s still human though.” Maddie placed a hand on her chin as she listened to him speak. “We could use the ghost catcher to see if we can separate the ghost from him.”

“That could work.” She said. “If he’s human, it’ll separate the ectoplasm from him. If he’s a ghost, we’ll know.”

Maddie put a smile on her face and walked back into the living room. Jack followed her, conflicted. Vlad didn’t seem like a ghost. He seemed normal. Ghosts were evil.

Jack stopped beside Maddie in the living room. She clapped her hands together.

“We’ll help you! We want what’s best for you!” Maddie closed her eyes and tilted her head. “We’ll just need you to come down to our lab so we can start working.”

Vlad smiled at them. “Thank you. How can I ever repay you?” 

Maddie walked up to Vlad and placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s nothing! We just want you to get better.” She helped him up. “Now let’s get you down to the lab.”

She walked by Jack as she continued talking to Vlad. “We’ll figure out how to get you fixed up in a jiffy. I’m sure we have something to help you. We have an assortment of ghost hunting and research inventions. Surely something will help.”

Jack frowned at their backs as they headed towards the basement door. He sighed and followed after them, the pit still deep in his stomach. 

He made his way down the stairs and into the lab. When he got down there he saw Maddie sitting Vlad down on the lab table. 

“Right here, Vlad. Take a seat on this examination table.” She gestured to the cold looking table in the center of the lab. “We’ll start by taking your vitals.”

She pulled a couple things out of the drawers in one of their countertops. The first thing she pulled out of her new pile was a stethoscope. She placed the earpieces in her ears and put the other end to his chest. She listened carefully.

“Hmm… Heartbeat is slower than normal.” She pulled a thermometer out next.

She placed it in his mouth and studied it closely. She took it out of his mouth and read it. 

“Temperature is near hypothermic.”

Then she took out a blood pressure measurer. She wrapped it around his arm and squeezed the pump a couple times. She pressed the stethoscope to his arm and listened for a few moments. 

“Blood pressure is low.” She said quietly. “Jack, would you be able to get a blood sample? I’ll get a swab of his mouth to test for ectoplasmic viruses.”

Jack shook out the bad feeling in his stomach and threw a smile on his face. “You got it, Mads.”

He grabbed a syringe from her pile on the counter and turned to face Vlad. As he turned he could see Vlad visibly gulp. Jack smiled at him sympathetically. “Don’t worry, Vladdie. This’ll be over before you know it.”

Vlad smiled softly at him. “Thank you, Jack.”

“All done, V-Man!”

Vlad looked down at his elbow that Jack was in the process of wrapping. “Wow, that really was fast.”

Jack smiled at him again and Vlad looked like he was about to say something else when Maddie suddenly shoved a swab in his mouth.

“Swab acquired!” She said excitedly. “Let’s go examine these, Jack!” 

“You bet, Maddie!” He exclaimed. He turned to look back at Vlad. “We’ll be right back.”

He walked across the room to Maddie’s workstation. 

“Here’s the blood sample, Maddie.”

“Look at this, Jack. This swab shows no traces of any ecto-viral infections.”

Jack frowned. “That’s good, isn’t it?”

Maddie shook her head. “Not if we’re hoping that Vlad isn’t really a ghost.”

They both looked down at the microscope sitting on her desk. This wasn’t really looking good for Vlad…

Jack held up the syringe and spoke softly. “Let’s take a look at the blood sample.”

Maddie grabbed it from him and set everything up. She slid the petri dish into the microscope and bent down to look through it. 

She looked back at him.

“Jack, take a look at this.”

He took her place and looked through the microscope. The ectoplasm here didn’t look out of place. It looked almost as if it belonged there.

“This is odd.” Jack said as he looked at it. He stood back up and turned towards her. “Maddie, I think this ectoplasm is melded to his DNA.” 

Jacked turned to look at Vlad over his shoulder. He coughed into his blanket and took a deep breath.

“I don’t think he’d survive it if we removed it.”

Maddie shook her head. “Nonsense, Jack. This is probably what’s making him sick. Surely using the ghost catcher and separating it from him will cure him.”

“But what if you’re wrong?”

Maddie squinted at him, pointing a finger at him. “Are you doubting me?” She asked lowly. 

“No. I think we just need to think more critically about this instead of jumping right in.” Jack said. 

“But he’s a ghost!” Maddie shouted.

“We don’t know that!” Jack whispered back at her.

“Is everything going alright over there?” Vlad called.

“Oh!” Maddie threw her hands into the air exuberantly and turned back towards where Vlad sat, walking over to him. “Everything’s okay! We have a way to cure you!” 

Vlad smiled a big smile at her. “Really?”

“Yes!” Maddie said cheerily. “We’re going to use the Fenton Ghost Catcher to remove the ectoplasm from your DNA!”

“What?” Vlad shouted. He backed away a couple steps away from her, looking ready to bolt if she so much as moved wrong. 

“The ectoplasm must be what’s causing your illness.” Maddie walked across the lab and dragged the ghost catcher out of the closet it was sitting in and across the room. She patted it. “This bad boy will remove all of it!” 

Vlad took another couple steps back, the blanket falling off from his shoulders and to the floor. Jack stepped up and held an arm up in front of Vlad. 

“Maddie we can’t do this!” Jack pleaded. “He’s not comfortable with this!”

She gestured behind her at the ghost catcher. “We have to do this otherwise the ectoplasm will kill him!” 

“Removing the ectoplasm will kill me!” Vlad shouted from behind Jack. 

“The ectoplasm is what’s killing you!” Maddie shouted back at him. “What else could it be?”

Vlad rolled his eyes and threw his arms into the air. “Why won’t you listen to me?” He held his hands to his chest. “Why do you insist on hurting me?”

Jack took another step forward. “Maddie, please. This is our friend.”

“How do we know he’s not a ghost?” She threw back at him. “How do we know he’s not tricking us?”

Vlad sighed. “Even if I was a ghost, not all ghosts are evil like we hypothesized. I was terrified for so long that I would become evil.”

He leveled a look at Maddie.

“But that never happened. Because I’m the one who decides who I want to be. Not whether or not I have ectoplasm.” Vlad looked away from Maddie. 

Jack was about to stop her when he saw Maddie approaching Vlad quickly but stopped once she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. 

“I’m so sorry, Vlad.” She whispered into his shoulder. “I went about this all wrong.” 

Vlad wrapped his own arms around her. “It’s alright, Maddie. Thank you for believing in me.” They smiled at each other. 

Jack walked up to both of them and placed a hand on each of their shoulders. “Now let’s get back to work. We have a friend to fix up. We’ve got an old concoction that always seemed to make spooks stronger. We can try that if you’re up for it, Vladdie.”

“That’s probably our best bet.” Vlad placed a hand on his chin. “I’ve tried just about everything else. That’s something I’ve never thought of before. Genius.”

Jack pulled the two of them closer to him. “Let’s get started!” 

Qqqqqqq

Jack picked up a vial from his set that sat on his desk. He stood up and turned to face Vlad where he sat beside Maddie. 

“Alright, Vladdie! Here it is! A fresh batch of ecto-dejecto! Are you ready?” 

Vlad turned around to face him and Jack’s heart twinged at the fresh ectoplasm that covered his face. Vlad smiled at him. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Jack handed the vial to Maddie and she filled a syringe with it. 

“Okay. Here we go.”

Vlad squeezed his eyes shut as Maddie plunged the syringe into his upper arm. 

“All done.” 

Vlad’s eyes shot open just as the ectoplasm started seeping back into his skin, the blemishes disappearing right before their very eyes. A big smile spread across his face. 

“It’s gone.” Vlad laughed. “It’s all gone!”

He walked up between Jack and Maddie and wrapped his arms around their shoulders.

“Thank you! So much.” He glanced between them. “How can I ever repay you?”

Jack jostled them. “Just don’t disappear on us again!” 

Vlad chuckled softly. “I can do that.”

[imaginationlover101]

Jailhouse Rock

Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: After the on and off disappearances of prison inmates, the boys decide that the best way to solve their newest case is to admit themselves into the prison. With the help from Y/N acting as their lawyer, everything seems to be going there way (besides from the fact that she misses & worries for Dean).

A/N: Written around the Supernatural eposide 2x19 "Folsom Prison Blues"

Sitting in conference visiting room, I waited for Dean to enter the room to discuss our master "plan". I still couldn't believe that the boys were doing this. This had to be the stupidest plan we've ever came up with.

The only reason I wasn't acting as a former criminal along with Sam and Dean was so that I could play the lawyer. Even with bringing the idea up that I could play the part along with the boys, they brought it down immediately. Sam thought about it for a moment, while Dean just continued to scold me talking about how he couldnt protect me in prison.

That's how I ended up where I was right now. A small, dark cramped rooom surrounded by endless lines of glass separating the line between prisoners and the outside world. With old telephones lines and the walls that probably held more cases of mold to count, I still couldnt get over how the boys pulled of the prison part. Deacon helped us along the way giving the boys a background story, and playing his real job as a harsh prison guard to both of them.

Even my "laywer" part was an easy set up. With a little conving from my sister (who owns a laywer firm), and a promise that we would spend Christmas with her next year, I was already a laywer set in stone.

Hearing the condescending beeps come from the prison walls, Dean Winchester was seen emerging from the steel doors wearing a bright orange jumpsuit. With handcuffs tied on his wrist and a smirk on his face, I watched as the oldest Winchester searched around until coming closer to where I was sitting near the end of the wall.

Surprisingly there wasn't many visitors in today to see their loved ones. Just a few people here and there, making the ambience perfect for talking about haunted spirits.

Soonly Dean came near, sitting down directly across from my seat infront of the glass divider. Leaning back against his chair Dean Winchester made eye contact with the nearest guard pointing to the cuffs on his hands. With a ancient looking key, the guard took the handcuffs from Dean with a warning look.

Rolling his eyes, Dean turned back around in his seat pulling the metal chair closer to the glass. Picking up the hand phone Dean's smirk widens leaning his arms closer to the opening beneath the glass. "Well would ya look at you sunshine."

"Actually its Ms. L/N, to you Winchester." Moving the hair from behind my shoulder to the front, I placed the folder from inside my bag onto the table.

"Oh excuse me." Dean stopped for a moment observing me from the top of my head all the way down to my blazer. For a moment it made me nervous the way Dean was looking at, Dean Winchester has never once looked at me with those kinda eyes. "I see your playing the part well. You got your hair done?"

"Yep, I've had a lot of free time now without you and Sammy, even convinced Bobby to let me get a manicure." Looking as if he had been betrayed all his life, Dean was shocked not believing the words that I had said. Lifting my freshly painted nails against the glass, I twirled with the diamond ring pressed against my ring finger.

Leaning his body closer against the window to inspect the newly ring on my finger, I began to retreact my hand placing it back onto the phone. "Hows Sam?"

The guard yelled for 5 minutes, but Dean waved his hand up in a careless way. I was surprised that the guard didn't get up and smack him, but taking a quick peak I was suprises to find Deacon guarding the door.

"Hes good but arent you gonna ask about me." Smiling with his ever so classic smirk, I began to roll my eyes and sliding the black folder I had over to him.

Taking the folder from the opening between the glass, Dean and I's hands began to touch for just a moment. For a minute I didnt want to let go, keeping our pinky fingers intertwined. It wasnt until I realized the situation that we had brought upon ourselves that I let go.

Looking over the folder Dean began to nod his head, looking over all the information Bobby and I had researched. Taking the pen I had wedged between the folder, Dean begins to write down a name.

Turning the piece of paper to face my way, Dean points to the name he wrote down on the paper. Looking around to his surroundings Dean slides further off the chair, so that he could whisper closer to where I was. "Glockner, formley known as nurse Glockner. My roommate told me bout her, back when she worked at the prison. A real piece of work I heard, now shes out about her haunting the prison."

Deacon walks by hitting his metal stick along the prison walls. He starts to yell about how there were 3 minutes giving Dean and I a warning look.

Grabbing the piece of paper Dean previously had wrote on, I began to fold the paper with the folder placing it into my bag.

Sliding the bag onto my shoulde, I faced my eyesight back up to look at Dean. Playing with the cord on his phone, Dean's eyes continued to bore into mine. With a nervous habit, I started to twist the ring on my finger. Noticing what I had started to do, Dean picks his fingers up pointing to the ring. Shaking his head in a questioning look Dean behind to speak through the phone again. "So when were you going to tell me about your special someone?"

Smiling across the glass I sought to think of a special someone. "Well I think you already know him."

With a grin on his face, I started to realize how much I loved to see his smile. Even while being contained in prison he still put on a good laugh. Watching the other people around start to get up, I realzied my time with Dean would come to an end. Even though we would see one another again in a mere 8 hours I still sought my emotions that would miss him.

Seeing as my time would soon come to an end, I reached my hand through the glass to touch Dean's for a quick moment. Dropping the crappy prison phone, Dean drops his other hand dropping it onto mine. Sliding my hand out from unbeanth Dean's I begin to put my hands on top of his playing a game with who would be on top.

From the corner of my eye Dean and I could both see Deacon distracting the other prison guards giving the two of us a moment. Sliding both hands out from under mine, Dean pulls my hands closer to his side of the glass leaning his face closer to them. Leaving two kisses on each, I began to pull away leaving with a smile. "I'll see you on the other side Winchester."

With a quick step up and wink I started to walk away missing the presence of my favorite Winchetser. Turning around for a moment to take a last glance, there was Dean leaning back in his chair taking a very thoughrough lingering stare as I walked away. Even behind a prison glass that boy would never lose his charm.

Walking out of the conference room, I began to receive my personal belongings that I had to drop off before entering the room. Picking up the ever so infamous car keys, I began to twirl them around my fingers knowing that Dean would sure likely kill me if I ever hurt his baby, but hey one joy ride doesnt count.

[dartalias]

Pirate Kyoshi/flying opera AU

I wanted to draw this for i while and i still think i will but in case i cant (no time, but i think i can make it) i just gonna drop my idea here:

Pirate Kyoshi and Flying Opera Company

(This will be SUPER long im thinking about it for a while now)

basically: "what if Kyoshi had accepted Tagata's offer" it would be like "i will go with you if you let everyone go."

I kinda mix a little bit with airbender Kyoshi too, but different, so follow me here:

for this AU specific i thoght in make Kyoshi enter the fitht nation and pretend to be a non-bender to Tagata at the beginning since canonically she dont earthbend in front of her intil the seafloor (dosent happend in this scenario)

Why?? do you remember when Tagata say she dosent have use to earthbenders in a ship? But she look to Kyoshi and see "potential"

[Important detail in this AU: Tagata recognise Jesa's fetures in Kyoshi just like that other pirate did (see this in a coment somewhere and love it), i didnt make a backstory for them but i think it would be cool, the point is: she knows Kyoshi is Jesa and Hark daugther]

Because of that Tagata is divide trying to figure out if Kyoshi is an earthbender or an airbender, and Kyoshi's plan is just pretend she can't bend anything to make Tagata "lose time" intil she finds a way to ether escape or defeat her

But when Tagata try make Kyoshi airbend Kyoshi thinks "this will never work, im obvious not the avatar" what make her relax (which is what was missed in the firebend test in canon btw) and dont think about it much

And then she airbend

And BOOM, suddenly she's the avatar, literally only her knows it, and she is surrounded by a bunch of daufei, while being untrained, scared and lost in a completely unfamiliar territory

So, since she cant go back to Yokoya (Tagata and the deal she made etc etc.) She goes to her cannon next impulsive plan B

The Flying Opera Company

Somehow she convince Tagata to bring them in the ship as her "team" or "guests" bc she needs more training (its true) and they would be the only daufeis who would have some idea of how to help her

So she goes to the tea shop and convince them to joing her (in almost the same way of cannon: "you're our lider's daugther and its offering transportation") and agrees to teach her if she joins they, making their vows instead of Tagata's, this way they would be a gang working for pirates instead of part of tagatas krew, which make its possible to Kyoshi be/go openly againt her (not that something would really stop her, but still..)

And thats would be kinda it, they would be runing with the pirates, making caos. With a airbender in there ship they would be easily the "best"/bigest pirates ever (she can literally control the wind, in a ship) besides, fighting with a airbender is something you wouldn't expected or be prepared to do in the daufey line of work

And Kyoshi would be pretending to be just an airbender (probably making up a history of "i couldnt try it or they would figure out", or "it didnt work before" or "i knew it but couldnt train it" something like that) both for Tagata and the Flying Opera (exept Lao Ge who figure it out, maybe he teach her how to kill people here too)

So besides Kyoshi being almost openly agains Takaga and planing for her dawnfall, (she is BAD at pretend to like someone) and seemed to be more of a willing prisioner then a real part of her crew, having a daufei airbender is a super advantage and Tagata is smart enogth to use Kyoshi in her benefit even when Kyoshis is trying so sabotage her or going agains orders, thats a dangerous dinamic, especially with Kyoshi involved, but i think would be great to see it

I dont know how this would end tho (maybe a postponed seafloor rise?)

Some still untied points:

-Jianzhu would still be a big villan, i have some plans for him (and maybe Hei-Ran) but nothing concret

-Rangshi is obviously the endgame, i just dont know yet when she would join Kyoshi (she would never let Kyoshi go with Tagata, so they would have left before Rangi arrives) but since she would definitely go after her and i think this would be it, at some point she finds her and tags along

-Kelsang dies protecting Yun from Jianzhu

Is killed by Jianzhu when he discoveres Kyoshi to be the avatar

Dies trying to go after Kyoshi

Lives and help Kyoshi with airbender later on♡

-Lek lives

-i have NO IDEA how to make Kyoshi get her things (fans, makeup, diary etc.) but she does

And thats it

Write this make the drawing ispiration grow back stronger so maybe i will do somethings of this later

[ask-ariacewingate]

i just wanted know few stuff about the crystal dragon. even if you dont have time to draw something, i just want know his story and why Arice is so worry about him.

There is a lot just a heads up. It is a combined story between 2 other blogs) it might get confusing just because there is so much even between but this is the base of most of it.

If you don’t want SPOILERS, DO NOT READ( lately been to busy so I thought this would help answer questions)

Midnight frost was hunted down for attempted murder on the queen. He is a self made alicorn with dark magic. Emeris and ariace fought frost with a small group of soldiers, during the last of the fight melody (arias’s sister) was killed and frost became imprisoned.

Emeris lost himself after melody’s death and wanted to find a way to protect everyone no matter the cost. He went to some ruins filled with death and took a gem from the grave of an alicorn to use in creating a power for himself (a horn to make him an alicorn)

He then used this new power to fight a beast of stars that was said to grant its victor his strength, no matter how much ariace tried to warn him Emeris ignored his pleadings and left.

Emeris close to death was able to finish the beast but as the Smokey stars started to fill his body it became apparent that even though the beast didn’t finish him this cloud of starry death would. Ariace came to his friend about to die and couldnt think of anything other than to brake his false horn. In doing so the horn shards shot in all directions, a good chunk into ariace’s forehead.

Lotus found the two on the cliff side and took them back to her cottage to let them rest and heal. While the starry texture started to fade Emeris’s lower half seemed to remain somewhat permanent. Both Emeris and ariace have shards in their foreheads so they have a bit of magic they can use.

The gem that Emeris had taken was one that frost tried getting a hold of before but was interrupted. Frost had left his spell winter sole in the gem before everything went down (something he uses to control the brain/will of creatures and ponies)

Once frost was released he started using it again and right now ariace has an important shard in his head. When winter sole takes effect stones start to grow on the host and they lose control over themselves at times.

Frosts main purpose is to make everyone equals. As in if you are a unicorn, you won’t be for much longer

FROST:

“Celestial thrones and arcane powers serve only to divide. True harmony lies in the strength of every pony. I will strip away false distinctions and forge a future where all walk the same ground, united in purpose and equality.”

[cloudcountry]

Heheheheehehhehehe

First one to get a sneak peak at my twst persona but anyways RAMBLE YOUR HEART AWAY ABOUT JELLYFISH PRETTY PLEASE!!!!!!

i love jelly fish sooooo much <333 their so squishy and pretty trvrtvtbrtvtvr

(Sorry if it looks crap, I had to rush this qwq )

hi shrimpy!! <3 i love your little doodle, its so cute :(( and yes you may have jellyfish facts (i actually painted a jellyfish not long ago!!! it was based on the one in levi's room from obey me LMAO)

let me preface this by saying DO NOT PISS ON A JELLYFISH STING. i don't know who the FUCK told people this was a good idea, but it ISN'T. there is literally no scientific evidence to support this fact NOR is it hygienic so please,,,, do not pee on jellyfish stings.

gonna start off with something you may not like and that is an extremely poisonous jellyfish called the irukandji box jellyfish. its not only the smallest jellyfish in the world, but its extremely poisonous and can leave some pretty nasty scars. PLUS the venom can cause you to bleed from your brain AND feel a strong sense of doom. it really fucks with your head but uhh, it's around australia so really who is surprised?

i'll give you some nicer facts now <3 jellyfish can reproduce asexually!! they do this when they're in the polyp stage. the polyp "strobilates," which is basically the polyp dividing into different segments, aka different jellyfish. the baby jellies detach from the polyp one by one and boom they're off!!

there's a really big jellyfish called the lion's mane jellyfish that looks really pretty

muah muah gorgeous!!

jellyfish has nematocysts, which is the specialized cell in their stingers that contains the venom used to stung their prey. plus, it's not even just jellyfish that have these!! nematocysts can be found in pretty much even cnidaria!! C:

the nematocysts have these little coils threads inside them that are ejected when something brushes up against them. they shoot out immediately its insane. so yeah don't touch a jellyfish???

you can't really talk about jellyfish without talking about the man-of-war. AND I JUST LEARNED IT ISN'T EVEN TECHNICALLY A JELLYFISH??? WHAT THE HELL i'm gonna talk about it anyway SHHH

this thing is so fucked up AND I KNOW IT LOOKS CUTE BUT HEAR ME OUT.

they're made up of a bunch of those polyps i mentioned before, but they have four types of specialized ones. the one of the very top (which is the part that sticks out of the water) allows it to drift on the water's surface very well. the tentacles do their tentacle things while being called "dactylozooids" for some reason (i literally couldnt remember that and i had to look it up HELP ME) they have digestive polyp that consume the organism the tentacles captured obviously and reproductive polyp that do reproductive things.

TECHNICALLY, it's a siphonophore (which is basically a whole of tiny animals working together.) WHICH IS AMAZING because usually i hear about siphonophores in the deep sea???

ANYWAYS feel free to pop in my inbox again for fish stuff, i think i was too specific this time on accident but uhh i got carried away LMAO

[lesbiten]

also i had to deal with my very first fractious cat today. insane that ive worked at a vet clinic/boarding facility for 8 months now and this is the first time ive dealt with a cat that was so anxious i couldnt even get near the cage without him trying to throw hands with me. hes in a split kennel so i put a metal divider in to clean the side he wasnt in, then i had to use a broomstick to push his litter box (that he was hiding in) to the clean side so i could clean the other side. i also had to have another girl help because i needed to get his litter box away from him but when i would move it back to the dirty side, he would go back as well before i could put the divider back in. keep in mind the entire time he was smacking the shit out of the broomstick and SCREAMING at me. was fun