#ooh you're onto something there 👀

[jackwolfes]

ooh i'd be interested in show!wesper and “You fucking lied to me and wasted my time, yet you have the audacity to cry about it and make it seem like it’s my fault things ended badly?”

oh I had FUN working this one out 👀

Their bedroom door swings shut with a thud just heavier than the silence it breaks. Jesper perches against their dresser, crossing his arms over his chest. Wylan refuses to look at him.

“So.”

Silently, Wylan peeks up at him. The ruddy flush that first started burning when Kaz spilled his little secret still lingers on his cheeks.

“I don't want to talk about it, Jesper.”

“What is there to talk about?”

Wylan's brow pinches. “Jesper…”

Jesper puts his hand on the dresser, fingers drumming over the wood. There's a knot at the centre of his chest, and whatever is hiding inside it feels ugly.

“I'm just saying, what's the point in talking to each other when I can just wait for Kaz to drop a bombshell bit of news about my own boyfriend?”

“I'm sorry, but—”

“Some things are better coming from Kaz fucking Brekker?”

Sharply, Wylan exhales. “Can you stop being so difficult about this, please?”

“Hey, you're the one who's been lying to me, merchling.”

Although Wylan doesn't acknowledge the derivative nickname verbally, Jesper sees the way it rankles him. “I didn't lie,” Wylan insists. “You never asked.”

“Yeah, well, is your father the richest man in Ketterdam isn't usually my go to method for picking up a one night stand.”

A hurt look dances across Wylan's face, and too late Jesper realises what he said. A one night stand. As if a man so brilliant can be reduced to something so paltry. He wavers.

“Wylan—”

“No, you're right. I wasted your time.” Wylan turns around again, digging through the mess their life has grown into in search of his things. He's already grabbed his rucksack, heaving it onto the bed like he means to take everything when he leaves.

Jesper's lungs squeeze, equal parts panic and an itch to run to a dice table. Only one thing has soothed that itch better than a gamble, and the distance between them grows like a wildfire.

“So, what, you're just going to run away from me like you ran away from your cushy life and your father?”

Wylan turns, chin raised and a petulant frown on his perfect lips. “The reason I left my father's home is not your concern.”

“Then what is, Wylan? I thought we had a good thing going—”

“And you don't think that'll change now that you know I'm a useless Geldstraat brat? I'm damaged goods, Jesper. That's why I left.”

Wylan tracks his gaze up and down Jesper’s frame, then shakes his head as if to clear a bad thought. Lifting his rucksack over his shoulder, he hunches into himself. It's obvious, the way he tries so hard to make himself small, and upsetting that he's so damn good at it.

“It doesn't matter,” he mutters, making for the door. “You'll figure it out for yourself soon enough and won't want me around once you do, so maybe it's better that I leave now.”

“Don't make it my fault that you're choosing to leave,” Jesper bites out. “You're running.”

“Maybe you just don't know when to walk away from a bad hand.”

Before he can stop himself Jesper shoots out a hand and grabs Wylan's wrist, grip tightening around the frail bone. Sharply, the boy inhales. Jesper feels the air dance between their faces; Wylan’s breath on his chin.

“You aren't a bad hand, Wylan. Believe it or not, you're the best damn thing that's ever happened to me.”

Jesper's voice is low, rippling with a thousand unsaid promises he'd been too scared to admit to before this very second. He's still scared, honestly, but more scared about a world where Wylan isn't here.

It was always too good to be true, what they had, but Jesper's a greedy, delusional fool and he wants Wylan so fucking badly.

“I'm not going to cry about it and make it your fault when this ends badly,” Wylan whispers.

Jesper swallows. “You want this to end?”

Whatever guarded fear Wylan had in his eyes melts, slowly but surely. “Ghezen, no.”

Carefully, Jesper squeezes Wylan's wrist. Tension leeches out from the boy’s joints and, slowly, he leans his weight into Jesper's body. Unsure how he could ever stop himself, Jesper ducks his head and presses a gentle kiss to the top of Wylan's head.

“Stay, merchling. I want you to.”

Wylan's voice cracks. “For how long?”

And there's nothing to say to that, really, that would soothe the hurt etched deep into either of their bones, but that's the Barrel.

Jesper shrugs, smiles, and is entirely satisfied by the soft smile Wylan gives him in return. “Long enough to take you out for waffles, at least.”

Softly, Wylan laughs. He lets his rucksack slide to the floor, laces his hand in Jesper's, and follows him out the door.

They have waffles to eat.

[minnielvrr]

It's okay to run slower~

Lee: Minho Lers: Chan, Seungmin Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: @itzsana-kiddingmenow 👀Happy one year Sana💐🥳🎉🎊Thank you for making your blog and choosing to write, you're a gift to everyone in the kpop tickle community💞🩷💖Hope this can cheer you up even a tiny bit🤭🥰 I love you!!🤗🩷

It felt like an eternity since they’d started. Minho was certain that he’d run through the lyrics at least a million times and by now and his throat felt dry and sore. Why did their new songs have to have so many English parts?

After a fruitless recording session that left both him and Chan exhausted, the leader let him go, knowing that Minho needed some rest and he himself needed to cool down.

Chan watched through the glass as the younger straightened his clothes and fixed his hair, then stalked out. He looked ragged, all sunken cheeks and dark circles under his doe eyes.

Hours later when Chan arrived at the cuties dorm, he found a worried Seungmin standing in front of Minho’s room.

The younger startled when he spotted the older, but quickly beckoned him close. “Minho hyung was crying when he came back. Did something happen hyung?” The kitten in question was currently simmering in a pot of frustration and self-hatred in his room.

Chan guiltily explained the situation. “It’s not your fault hyung,” Seungmin said firmly, rubbing the leader’s back. “Let’s go talk to him.” Seungmin knocked on the door, the duo walking in once they heard a muffled ‘come in’.

Minho was face planting his bed, still dressed in his outside clothes. “Hey baby. Can I talk to you?”

Chan slowly turned him over, grimacing when he noticed the kitten’s eyes, feeling crushing guilt curl in his stomach at the redness in Lino’s eyes.

Minho nodded but stayed quiet, not quite looking at Chan yet. “Are you mad at me?” The leader’s voice broke towards the end.

That made the kitten look up at him in surprise, a hand coming up to cup Chan’s cheek. “I-I’m not hyung. I promise I’m not.”

He sat up on the bed, reaching out a hand to scratch at Chan’s scalp. The older leaned into the touch, letting out a sigh, tugging at Minho until he was on his lap and hugged him tight.

“I’m not mad at you hyungie. It’s just-I- I’m frustrated that I can’t seem to grasp the pronunciation as quickly as everyone else. I feel like I’m holding everyone back and- and like I’m wasting so much of your time because I can’t get it right.”

“You know I don’t mind that, love, you should take your time. We have to learn things at our own paces and you’re doing so well darling. You improved a ton over the last few months so don’t be so hard on yourself, yeah?”

Feeling a little playful he started rhythmically poking Minho’s torso, singing My Pace in a goofy voice.

“There's no need to rush, my pace~🎵 Don't compare yourself with others~ It's okay to run slower~ Just follow my lane, my lane🎶 Take it easy~ Just look ahead and run~🎵 You ready? Let's go!🎶”

It earned him some huffed out giggles, and rolling his eyes, Minho pushed him off. Chan hugged him tightly, clinging onto the kitten and squeezing at his sides as Minho tried to extract himself.

“Tryna run away? I’m not gonna let you~ You’re stuck with me allll night!” Chan threatened in a baby voice, littering more pokes all over Minho’s sides. “Hyuhuhuhung!”

The younger giggled, squirming around but not really fighting it. He buried his face in Chan’s shoulder and let it all out. The leader continued his ministrations, shutting his eyes and simply listening to the sweet sounds Minho made.

“Can you stop laughing? We’re having a serious conversation here! How rude!” Minho just cackled, unable to come up with any sort of retaliation.

“Ooh hyung’s being all soft and gross.” Seungmin chirped from behind them and although Chan had known he was there, he startled just as much as Minho.

“Shut up, you brat!” Nonetheless, the kitten was sporting a deep blush at being found out.

“Can you hold him down Channie hyung? I’m bored.” Seungmin’s hand wormed its way over to scribble at Minho’s side, weakening him as Chan wrestled his arms above his head and sat on them.

Seungmin straddled the older’s hips, leaning back with his hands on Minho’s thighs as he lazily looked him over. With a sudden grin he squeezed the spot, watching as the lee’s body jolted, sweet giggles spilling from his lips.

That’s when Chan began the teasing, wiggling his fingers in the younger’s face then quickly moving it to just barely graze over the kitten’s sides. Minho yelped, flinching away from the evil hand, Channie giggling in amusement at his reactions.

“Aww, you’re pretty cute like this hm? Guess all we needed to do was tickle you~” Seungmin’s condescending voice flustered him more than Minho expected.

Unable to come up with a sufficient retort, he was saved when Chan finally kneaded into his sides. “AH— Chahahahanihie hyuhuhung NAHAHAHAHA!!”

The squeal that tumbled from his lips before the giggles started was priceless and Channie couldn’t help but coo at him.

“It’s been forever since I’ve heard that laugh!” Chan sighed happily, fingers skittered up Minho’s sides to his armpits then back down to his upper ribs. Loud, joyful cackles filled the space, Minho’s face scrunching up with how much he was smiling.

He tried screaming loudly, over and over in the hopes that Chan would cringe away from the deafening sound but the leader seemed to have anticipated that, quickly drilling his thumb into the kitten’s exposed armpit.

His screams dissolved into wild belly laughs, Minho flopping around crazily as he tried to escape, almost throwing Seungmin off.

The puppy retaliated by gripping onto the older’s thighs and digging into the sides with the tips of his fingers, laughing along with Minho when the poor kitten went ballistic.

It was truly unfair that they were aiming for two of his worst spots at once. Seungmin was mean when he was the one doing the tickling, using all his accumulated knowledge on his victim to have them losing their minds.

On one side, his fingers dug into the sides of Minho’s things and squeezed while his free hand skittered lightly over the top and inner parts of his left thigh.

“KIHIHIM SEUNGMIN IHIHI WILL KIHILL YOU!!” He hollered through uncontrollable cackles but Seungmin only laughed at that, a soft tinkly sound.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to threaten me hyung. I could make this so much worse for you, you know…”

He pressed his nails in a little harsher and Minho screamed again, this time from the sheer ticklishness of the technique.

Apologies fell from his lips immediately but there was no going back. Seungmin was ruthless as a ler and Minho had just dug his grave.

Chan on the other hand was almost lazily tracing and swirling his fingers in Minho’s armpits, occasionally flitting down to land a quick scribble to his upper ribs.

Minho blushed when he made eye contact with the older, averting his eyes at the teasing look he got. Chan pouted at that, going a little harder in revenge.

How could his kitten not even look at him! It was unacceptable!

“Plehease, please I cahan’t, can’t take thihihis!”

“You're so cute like this, just a little bit more. I know you can take it, my little tickle toy.” Seungmin’s voice was a soft croon, with a cocky edge to it.

Minho died at that. He didn’t think he could ever feel normal again.

The name replayed over and over in his mind as they wrecked him. No amount of bucking or thrashing or pleading could get him out of this. But he didn’t really want this to end just yet anyway.

Then the duo switched spots. While Seungmin worked on his sides, Chan gently held the soft lobes of Minho’s ears between his thumb and index finger and rubbed at the skin, occasionally dipping downwards to flutter at his sensitive neck.

It seemed to work, with the kitten’s giggles going up in pitch immediately and his squirming turning to thrashing.

“OHOHO GOHOD! It tihihihickles, ihihit tihiHIHICKLES!! Chahannie hyuhung!”

“It’s supposed to baby.” Chan replied with a fond smile, watching his cute bunny lose himself to the tickles.

“Hmm?” Seungmin mused as he watched the exchange and without another word, he handed Chan a long white feather. Grinning at the fearful expression on Minho face, Chan began to wreak havoc on Minho’s ears and neck with the new weapon.

Bubbly giggles escaped his soft lips, squirming violently but Chanie was too strong. No matter what he did- be it throwing his head back or mouthing pleas to the older.

Chan only cooed at him, not letting up. “Hehehehe!!” Minho sounded like a child with the way he was laughing, his little sounds so soft and innocent.

Eventually they let up when Minho’s loud laughter had dissolved into mere wheezing and small huffs of airy giggles.

Chan gathered him back into his arms, cradling his boneless form while Seungmin ran to the kitchen to fetch some water.

“I’m so so proud of you darling,” Channie whispered softly into Lino’s ear and heard the kitten sigh in relief.

With a sudden tug, Minho pulled the oldest even closer, smothering him in a bear hug,” Thank you for always being so patient with me hyungie. I love you.”

Chan squealed internally, needing to take a moment to calm himself down.

“I love you too Linoya~”

[141trash]

What's a girl gotta do to get more of that dad!Simon you've been hyperfixating on? 👀👀👀

Ooh bestie I'm SO glad you asked. I was going to post it anyways once I found a good spot to stop. But since you're here I'm ready to share. Thank you for the ask much appreciated

-Dad Simon whose at the toy store nervously trying to figure out what to buy his kid. The daughter he never knew he had until now. It's her fifth birthday and sure he'd had a little nephew before, but what do little girls like? -You at the same toy store to pick up a gift for your neighbor kid's 5th birthday. You see Simon, a big hulking man dithering among the brightly pink splashed aisles and offering to help, but he looks so desperately lost and out of his depth -Simon looking at you this tiny short af woman with bright curly red hair (you've got a Merida wig on, but he doesn't know that). You don't seem intimidated by him in the least when you offer to help and he really just wants to do right by his daughter so he sucks it up and agrees that yes he really needs help picking a gift for his daughter -He awkwardly explains that he's military and hadn't had any idea that he had a kid up until now, but he wants to get her something to make up for the fact that he's been gone.

You purse your lips in thought, "I don't know that there's anything that could make up for absence."

adding quickly when you see the way his expression falls a little, "But if you're not too sure what she likes yet and you still want to get her something maybe get her something that she can hold if she miss you. Like a soft toy and then add something of yours to it so that it's personal to you both. Extra tags if you have them or a shirt or something."

Your voice trails off for a moment and then it's like a light flips on. in your excitement you grab onto his forearm and had it not been for the sheer surprise of how pretty the expression is on your face, he would have flinched. He doesn't like people touching him.

"Do you have time?" You ask almost breathless in your giddiness.

He raised his brows wondering if he should feel apprehensive.

"Don't need to be there till the afternoon."

"Perfect! Let me buy this and I know the perfect place to go."

Somehow he finds himself following you to check out and then over to your car. As you walk you introduce yourself, and manage to extract, "Simon." from him as a response.

"It's a couple blocks down, at the mall. Do you want to follow me in your car or come with me?" you ask popping the trunk and dropping your purchase among the other bags inside.

Under normal circumstances he would say follow, but with the way you're buzzing with energy and just how unthreatening you seem, he agrees to go with you.

The regret is almost immediate when you turn on the engine and nearly burst his eardrums with how loud the music is blaring from the speakers. He flinches and lets out an expletive while you rush to turn the sound to a more palatable level and smile sheepishly at him.

"Sorry. It gets me sometimes too." you laugh at the incredulous look he's giving you, "I like to have a party to up my mood when I'm driving tired."

-You towing the hulking man through the cheery warm yellow entry of the build a bear and waving to a friend of yours whose at the counter. After showing him the basics you leave him to choose and go speak to your friend. -Finally after a while you find him staring at the little section of army uniforms frowning at the green camo uniform. it takes you a second to see that even though he clearly wants to choose it there's something bothering him about it. The American flag patch on the sleeve His accent was clearly English of some sort.

"Is the American flag the only reason you're hesitating?" You ask him quietly. His gaze moves to you when you speak and he nods.

Grinning you pull one off the hook by the cardboard hanger and dig through you purse to find your to go sewing kit. He starts to protest when you immediately go to work using your seam ripper to get rid of the patch.

"There." You proclaim.

"Yer gonna get in trouble." He grumbles, but seems thankful as you hand it to him to go with his other choices.

"It's fine. You're buying it and I know the people who work here. The girl at cash and I went to college together." You gesture over your shoulder at her and when he makes eye contact with her she gives a friendly wave.

-You don't even question when he ends up with a pochacho dog with the army uniform and surprisingly a helmet that has a skull and flames on it instead of the matching army cap. You also hadn't heard the message that was added, but knew he'd done it because he'd leaned down by the station and spoke in his low gruff voice.

Simon on the ride back to his car with the paper bag on his knees glancing at you humming happily and finally getting the courage to ask why you bothered to help him

You glance sideways at him and give a shrug.

"Some dads don't even try. Some kids don't have dads. You clearly want to try and make up for last time. Why wouldn't I want to help?"

He wonders if you had a shit dad too or if what you'd been buying a t the toy store was for your own kid and the father was a piece of shit. It wasn't his business though so he didn't ask. Luckily for him, he doesn't need to.

"Listen. It's not really my business and I don't want to overstep, but just don't make promises you can't keep okay? Since you're military you're probably going to be gone a lot. Kids aren't dumb. They understand a lot more than people give credit for. I think if you really want to have any sort of relationship with her and you don't want her to hate you then be as honest as you can. She deserves that yeah?" There's a slight tremble in your voice that tells him that it's personal.

"Yeah." He agrees and he means it.

When you make it back to his car he lingers trying to think of what he could say to thank you. Because more than anything his daughter meant hope. A tiny spark of hope that he could have a family even after everything that's happened, that he's done. And in his head you've just given him the best chance at not fucking it up. He almost wants to ask for your number.

But he doesn't. He just memorizes your smiling face as you wish him good luck with meeting his daughter before he ducks his head and shuts the passenger door, gripping the bag tightly. He watches your car disappear feeling oddly disappointed to be doing so.

Tiny info dump beneath the read more bc I felt the need to add it in haha :)

-Why are you wearing a Merida wig? In this reader/you are a cosplayer influencer, but also do Princess Cosplays for little kid birthdays on occasion. Your neighbor's kid is suuuch a sweetheart that you absolutely want to do a cosplay for her birthday and were half getting ready before remembering the thing you wanted to get her for her birthday (honestly I really just wanted the moment where you and Simon are talking and where he sees you in the full cosplay and of all the things he could say to you he has to tell you that your scottish accent sucks because ofc he works with Johnny so he knows what the accent should sound like. and i didn't even put that in this part orz)

-This is in my head set in the USA and his daughter is a product of a one night. He doesn't find out until after the mother dies and is contacted by the grandmother. Literally could write a whole ass one shot smut of this because i have thoughts SO MANY THOUGHTS

I made a quick image of the build a bear he chose :) because I spent hours thinking about it and it needed to see the light of day. if i wasn't on a spending ban my delulu ass probably would have considered making a physical one because think of all the COD outfits I could sew for it

[buckgasms]

In light of the warm weather coming up soon can we get one where the reader and Bucky are out and about for the day and she is wearing a sundress with no panties 👀👀 feel free to take this wherever you want to I trust you COMPLETELY!! ❤️❤️

It's so cold here but I am indeed looking forward to the sunshine and the antics that will come with it ❤️ this went a very random route but I kinda love it!

Thank you for trusting me gorgeous and I hope you like it 😘😘

So the question we need to ask ourselves is... Does Daddy know?

I'd like to think that maybe you did it as a kind of surprise, and you spend the whole morning totally flustered and trying to be chill whenever his hand brushes your thigh because eeeek what if he sees now??

And he smiles occasionally because he thinks he might know what's going on because you are practically giddy every time he touches you, but he doesn't know for sure. He enjoys your little game though as you play it.

🔆

He's taken you out to a few shops and bought you a ludicrous amount of new clothes, and now you're sitting, snuggled up next to him in a booth at a busy restaurant he owns.

As you're sitting there eating your lunch you can't resist looking out of the large window that overlooks Central Park, kneeling on the seat and looking down, oohing at the horses and carriages that have gathered below.

What you don't realise is that the skirt of your sundress has hitched up a little and finally reveals your well kept secret. Your cute butt cheeks are showing and he almost spits out his drink when he sees you.

You come and sit back down, squish up against him and steal a fry from his plate, giggling before popping it in your mouth. He chuckles and presses a kiss to your temple, trying to decide what to do with you.

"Could we go on one of those carriages Daddy? I've never done that before" you ask, pretty pout on your face because you know Bucky hates that kind of thing, but he'd probably say yes just for you ❤️ which he does.

🔆

Much to your delight about 20 minutes later you are squished into a carriage with Bucky, taking in the sights of the park. It's a nice balmy day, but you still feel a little chill so you scoot impossibility closer to him until he just drags you into his lap and kisses you. "I'd only do this for you y'know" he growls in your ear, making you giggle and press a big kiss on his lips.

He keeps the ride innocent for as long as his can, but knowing your naked heat is just there for the taking... Well he's only human.

As you head into a more wooded area he let's his hand trail from your knee to the soft skin of the inner thigh. You almost say something but he just shushes you with a heated kiss. Featherlight touches graze over your thighs until he reaches your heat, thumb slotting easily into your folds, immediately resting on your clit.

"Daddy" you whisper, eyes big in worry and excitement. "Someone might see!" You grip onto his shirt as he swirls his thumb slowly under your skirt. His index finger probes at your entrance, which is getting wetter by the second. "I know princess, and from the feel of things, that's just what you like...."

He slips it in and curls his finger slowly inside you, his thumb still working a torturously slow pace. Your breath hitches in your throat and the driver is just about to turn and make sure you're ok when Bucky calls out, "Eyes forward Buddy. Keep this ride going and I'll make it worth your while..."

🔆

Returning his attention to you he whispers in your ear, "keep enjoying the view baby, you don't want anyone to know what we're doing, do you?" He gives a particularly strong flex of his fingers and you can't help but moan out loud. He chuckles and presses a kiss to your cheek, "oh maybe you do Princess? Such a dirty girl hmm? Coming out today without any panties on, only really dirty girls do that...."

He teases and increases his pace, your legs trembling, your grip on his sleeve like a vice. "Not dirty...." You pant, "wanted to..... Fuck daddy.... Just wanted to surprise you..." You choke out as he works your body like a pro.

He readjusts you, opening your legs wider. You won't be seen by anyone, but you don't know that. You can feel the cool air on your heat, and you grip him even tighter as his fingers flex so fast you almost lose vision. With a final flick and his growling permission, you come, a quick groan leaving your lips.

"Good girl" he mutters as you try and catch your breath and you lean back and press soft kisses to him as you recover and sigh out a "thank you daddy". You grin slyly before sinking down to undo his zipper. "Oh princess... You really are a dirty girl today."

Instead of arguing with him, you take his hard cock in your hands and stroke him a few times before wrapping your lips around him and sucking. Not to let you have all the fun, he slips his hand around you and presses into your pussy again, this time, being a lot less gentle. As you bob up and down he pumps his fingers again, slipping his thumb into your puckered hole. The groan you emit around his cock makes him curse, his other hand rests on your head, gripping your hair and holding you in place.

"Good girl princess, god... So fucking pretty ain't ya? When I get you home I'm gonna spread you out and watch you come over and over again baby.... Think my babygirl likes being watched dontya?"

Your walls flutter around his fingers, suggesting that is indeed what you like. He does a magical thing with his fingers, almost rubbing them together between your two aching holes and you practically scream around him. "Daddy please..." You pant between taking him dick all the way down.

He chuckles and probes you harder and faster, looking out at the people rushing by, totally unaware of the filth taking place around him. "Make me come princess. Make me come and swallow it all, then I'll let this greedy cunt come, ok baby?"

You respond by working him faster than ever, your soft hand wrapping around the base of his cock, nose tickled by his course hair as you can only focus on his cock and his fingers. The familiar sounds of his own orgasm fill you with excitement, until you hear him groan and his hot come fills your mouth. His hand keeps your head in place and he expertly works you to another, eye rolling orgasm.

When you let his fingers go he pulls you upward, putting his sticky fingers in your mouth to make sure you've swallowed him all down. "Atta girl" he praises before capturing your lips in a kiss.

🔆

Shortly after, you manage to clamber down from the carriage with your dignity in tact, looking a little flustered. You see Bucky slip the driver a huge wad of cash before he walks over to you, and takes your hand before hailing a cab. Your afternoon looking even more eventful that your morning ❤️

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

I wonder if Felix might turn ultra protective of Kagami in front of LB and CN in particular. Like they wouldn’t wanna advertise she’s a senti anyway but I can see him begging her not to let the two heroes of Paris in particular find out. Maybe Kagami tries to reassure him that they can be trusted but he shakes his head because all he can see is years of snaps and sun spots and senti lives going to waste while all he could do was watch

ooh yes anon you're onto something!!

like sure felix has nothing against adrien and marinette, but he has every reason the mistrust lb & cn. they have killed sentis & been lauded as heroes for it! meanwhile kagami points out that ladynoir couldn't have known and that if they just talk to them, ladynoir can be a force for good to save senti lives. bc they're good. they are heroes. they care and show mercy, and kagami knows that better than most having once been ryuko.

i miiiight make a fic out of this 👀 a one-shot at the very least 👀👀👀

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

for the prompt game #72 4 & 7 along with #75 7 withhh minho and reader please? from these chaotic prompts i imagine something mysterious or spooky or scripted pranks or all of the above lmao. but i’m curious to see your take on it 👀 have fun!

SKZ PROMPT GAME

Prompts: "Hang on, hang on, I have the perfect playlist for this scenario-" "Now is not the time!!!"

"You're incredible." "Aw, thanks!" "Not a compliment, babe."

"It's quiet. Too quie-" "HELLO?? IS ANYONE IN HERE?!"

Member: Lee Minho

Relationship: Ghost Hunters FemReader x Minho

Genre: Crack, Mystery, Thriller

Warning: Smoking, Ghosts(?), Haunted Places, Probably Illegal Activities 😂

"You're slowly killing yourself, you know." You announce, side eying your boyfriend as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cigarette.

Minho rolls his eyes, but keeps his attention on the road, fitting the cigarette between his lips, the hand not currently on the steering wheel patting around in his coat for a lighter.

"Yeah, so you've told me before."

You lean out the open window, letting the cool, night breeze blow your hair back.

"Just trying to keep you safe, babe." You remark back sweetly, closing your eyes as Minho turns off the main road and onto a darker, more rugged one that leads into the trees.

You feel his gaze on you now, full of judgement and disbelief.

"She says, as if she doesn't drag me off every weekend to look for ghosts and break into abandoned shit holes."

You shrug, leaning back in the car to fiddle with the music, turning up the hard rock until it can be heard over the whistling wind.

When you look at Minho, his cigarette burns bright red between his lips in the blackness of the car's interior.

You bat your eyelashes at him and make a kissy face, as he clearly makes a face of disgust and tosses his cigarette out the open window.

"Thanks, babe, for always coming with me to look for malicious spirits and doing all the hard work-like driving and bashing in doors and shit."

"Yeah, Yeah." Minho mumbles beneath his breath, flipping you off affectionately, as he rolls the car to a stop in front of your destination. "Get your shit. We're here."

You squeal excitedly, turning to dig in the back seat for your bag full of equipment, and when you emerge again with a headlamp strapped securely to your forehead, and a camera in hand, Minho stares at you like you've just grown a third head.

You stare right back. "What?"

He shakes his head slowly. "You're incredible."

"Aw, thanks!"

He moves to open his door, letting out a long, clearly tired sigh.

"Not a compliment, babe."

He gets out, and you follow him, hurrying to catch up to him as he stuffs the keys and his hands into the pockets of his jacket, looking up at the deserted building looming out of the darkness before you.

Distaste crosses his features as he takes in the rotting door hanging off its hinges and the crude graffiti sprayed across what's left of the crumbling brick entrance.

"God, this is even more of a shit hole than your usual places." He turns to you, arching a brow. "Remind me how you found this place again?"

You shrug, walking forward a few steps to kick a piece of rubble out of the way to the door.

"Some stoner kid at school."

"Sounds credible." Minho grumbles sourly beneath his breath, following you to the entrance, as he lights another cigarette.

You glance over your shoulder at him. "C'mon, sour puss. This'll be fun."

"You and I have very different definitions of the word fun, babe."

You stick your tongue out at him and turn back to the building, raising your old camcorder as you turn it on and make sure the video is focused.

You scan the video across the outside of the building, taking in the grafiti and the crumbling facade.

"Ooh, Min, look at those boobs someone painted. Those are nice boobs."

Minho snuffs his cigarette out beneath the sole of his converse and pushes past you, entering the building.

"Oh my god, let's just get this over with."

You grin, following closely behind him.

"You're supposed to say 'not as nice as yours, babe!'" You tease over his shoulder, taking in the large entrance hall of what supposedly used to be a mansion, swinging your camera around to capture the area as you walk.

Minho rolls his eyes, and steps around a puddle collecting in a hole in the rotten, wooden floor.

"Aren't ghosts supposed to like the quiet or something?"

"Are you telling me to shut up?" You sass back, leaving his side to film an old, shattered mirror still hanging on one of the walls.

Minho scoffs. "I dunno, would it work?"

"No."

Minho sighs and moves around you to push open the next doorway, revealing a sort of sitting room, a dilapidated piano collapsed in the corner.

You step forward, trying to see if any of the keys make any noise still, and Minho kicks aside a loose piece of flooring with a clatter.

You glance back at him after your perusal of the piano, and he motions toward the staircase you passed with a jerk of his head.

"Upstairs next?"

You nod, readying your camera. "Yeah."

Minho ascends first, testing each step to make sure it will hold your weight, and you follow him, using the miniscule light from the camera to guide both your footing.

When you reach the creaky, narrow second floor landing, Minho's fingers tighten around the banister, and he cocks his head, as if suddenly listening.

You almost run into his back at the abrupt stop, peeking around him to see if there's something there.

Nothing.

"What?" You whisper, glancing around him again.

"It's quiet. Too quie-" He starts to mutter back, eyes narrowing.

You step around him and call out, hands around your mouth to make your voice echo, "HELLO?? IS ANYONE IN HERE?!"

Minho immediately slaps his hand over your mouth, giving you a glare.

"There could be a hobo living in here, waiting to murder us!" Minho hisses seriously, fingers pinching your cheeks.

You both wait in breathless silence.

Nothing but the old sounds of the house and the remnants of your voice echo back to you.

You lick his palm, and he pulls his hand off your mouth with a look of disgust, wiping his hand on his pants as you arch a brow and smirk at him.

"Pretty sure if we were going to get murdered, babe, we would have been so by now." You remark back casually.

You step past him, headed to the first room.

Minho grumbles something under his breath in response, but you hear him follow you after several seconds anyway.

Entering the first bedroom, you sweep the light of the camera over its contents, landing on an old, worn baby doll lying on the bed in the corner, staring at you with large, dark, button eyes.

Behind you, Minho shivers. "That is creepy as shit."

"Yeah." You agree quietly, stepping forward, and picking up the doll, even as he lets out a little squawk of protest from the doorway.

You turn it over in your hands, studying it, before setting it back down and nodding, meeting his gaze.

"Definitely haunted."

Minho lets out the breath he had been holding and narrows a glare on you.

"You literally have no sense of self preservation, do you?"

"Nope." You reply, popping the p past your lips, grinning, as you step out of the room and back into the hallway, taking his hand. "C'mon. Let's explore the rest of the rooms."

The rest of the upstairs is uneventful, and eventually, Minho drags you back down to the bottom floor and out onto the porch, claiming he needs a cigarette, and that he's not going to light it up in this 'deathtrap of rotting kindling and ancient

As he leans against the railing on one side of the porch, shaking ash over the edge, you move to the other, peering over the side into the brambles of the overgrown front yard.

You sigh, propping your chin up on your hand, and glance up at the gathering clouds, covering the stars.

"Looks like it's going to rain." You remark, kicking a crumbling edge of the railing off the porch, sending it careening into the bushes.

Minho snorts and takes another long drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke slowly out through the part of his lips.

"Great. Another way to make my night even more miserable."

You glance over your shoulder at him and grin, and he arches a brow at you in challenge.

"Okay, so there were no ghosts. This location was a bust." You turn, leaning against the railing, crossing your arms over your chest, holding his gaze. "But, at least we got this super creepy doll out of it, right?"

You reach into the duffle bag where you hid the doll, and hold it up toward Minho.

He goes pale, scrabbling back to get away from you and the toy, dropping his cigarette in the process.

"Fuck."

You laugh, creeping toward him, arm still outstretched, teasingly wiggling the doll as you pitch your voice higher.

"C'mon Minho. Play with me! Playyyyy with meeeee!"

Minho bats your hand away with a scowl.

"Babe, get that creepy fucking thing away from me right now or else I'll-"

Minho's threat is cut off by the sound of something rustling in the bushes around the side of the house, and you both freeze, his eyes going wide.

"What was that?" He breathes out, fingers clenching around your forearm, the doll forgotten.

You glances into the darkness, but can't make anything out.

"I dunno." You whisper back, creeping closer to the railing, as the noise sounds again, closer this time. "We should check it out-" You start to say, but Minho is curling his fingers around your arm and dragging you off the porch, hauling ass back to the car like a mad man possessed.

"No the fuck we should not." He shakes his head, dragging you behind him, practically running now. "We're getting the fuck out of here."

Your duffle bags thumps heavily against your back, and you stumble over something in the dark trying to keep up.

You glance behind you, back at the house being swallowed back into the darkness, and you swear you see eyes, watching you leave.

Minho jangles his keys in the door of the car, finally getting it unlocked, and shove you into the passenger side, shutting the door with a slam, before he scrambles around the front and gets in behind the wheel, already shoving the keys into the ignition as the car roars to life.

It promptly sputters out before he can shift into gear.

"Fuck." Minho swears, jiggling the keys, pumping the gas a couple of times frantically. "Stupid, piece of shit, c'mon!"

He messes with the keys, and you glance out the front windshield, but can't see the house anymore.

Or the eyes.

As Minho tries and fails to start the car a second time, you reach into the bag at your feet, searching until you come up triumphantly with your phone in hand.

"Hang on, hang on." You announce, reaching for the AUX cord, even as Minho swears again and finally gets the car started. "I have the perfect playlist for this scenario-"

"Now is not the time!!" Minho blurts out, slamming the car into gear and backing down the old mining road at a breakneck pace, his glare whipping back and forth between the rearview mirror and you.

You shrug, settling back into your seat as Pink Floyd begins to blare over the old car's speakers.

"I dunno. I kinda dig some theme music in times like this."

Minho looks at you with absolute shock and disbelief, reaching up to tug at his hair in exasperation as you reach the main road and your headlights find the path back to town.

He lets out a hoarse, completely humorless laugh tinged with a scoff.

His shaking fingers find and light a cigarette from his pocket.

"You're gonna kill me way faster and sooner than any cigarette ever could, babe."

[twstwonderlandstuff]

This has been all in my mind all day..

May I request us protecting the Dorm Leaders from danger? Like, Malleus with his enemies or something- Like ??? 👀

Strong MC Supremacy 💪

strong mc supremacy! unfortunately, I cannot write for l the dorm leaders, as I have stated in my rules.

so, it will be riddle, azul, kalim and malleus.

requests are open!

pleáse remember to read my rules next time, thank you.

gn reader

tw: use of pet names (rose, ocho, sunshine, treasure), ace slander (for having a flat ass), attempt at kidnapping, implied violence

mentions: reader has a background in martial arts, and is built (strong) [I cannot believe I made that typo]

🍉 riddle rosehearts 🍉

it was a practical joke from one of riddle's underclassmen (not ace/deuce). riddle might have lessened the strictness of a lot of the heartslabyul rules, but it doesn't mean that there aren't some people out there that still hold grudges against him.

during one of the birthday parties, right as riddle's attention was on the hedgehogs, the student made a move. with a swift hand, he easily wove a string of whispered words under his breath that sent riddle flying from his chair.

riddle gasped as he felt the force throw him out and up into the air, and as he saw the grass beneath get close, he could only close his eyes, with no time to react when...

"riddle! are you okay, rose?" instead of the ground, he was met by your soft embrace and a worried look in your eyes. "does it hurt?"

and for a moment everything faded away into the background, and all riddle saw was rose petals wafting off you in pleasant waves, along with romantic music in the background. it was just you.. and him.

that is, until ace started cooing about how cute he was and he suave you were being. "ooh, prefect's lifting the dorm head up, bridal style~ how cute~~~"

then riddle snaps.

(p.s.: he buries himself in his blanket that night, worrying about the perplexingly wonderful vision he had of you for that minute)..

🍉 azul ashengrotto 🍉

azul grits his teeth as he winces at vargas, who had just finished telling him off about his flying. well, excuse him, azul thinks that this is excellent progress, especially to someone who's only started learning to walk a year ago! (jamil will happily disagree.)

of course, this stubborn dorm leader wouldn't even think of asking for help, unless there's a deal involved, so when you arrive to the scene, tasked with the goal of helping azul, it becomes quite difficult.

"oh come on, ocho." you grumble as you watch azul fly a few feet off the ground for the umpteenth time. "let me help."

"and how can I make sure I'm not investing in something that procures a loss?" he asks back. "now shush, I'm trying to concentrate." so stubborn, seriously. you hold the urge to (affectionally) roll your eyes.

"fine, oh my seven. ...oh, I am so dearly desperate for an exchange of woes." you begin with a tone as flat as ace's ass. "please, mr azul, give me a contract."

"that's better." azul gives you a business smile. "what would you like? name your price."

"how about..." you eyes him mischievously. "a show?"

"a... show?" by now, azul's concentration is off his broom and on you, staring curiously at your preposition.

"mhm. in exchange of me helping you- oof!" but alas, he falls off, but it's a good thing you're there to catch him, pulling him close against your body as you, too, fall onto the grass.

"you okay, ocho? man, 's a good thing that wasn't too tall." you brush the stray hair off his forehead. "but, I gotta say..."

"doesn't this make a pretty good show?"

picture azul sitting on top of you, against your stomach as his body heaves with effort, hair sticking against his skin and your impish grin staring at him from below.

you can almost hear the comical sound of his glasses breaking as he realizes his position, quickly scrambling to get his bearings together.

aww, poor thing~ but he does make a good show, doesn't he?

🍉 kalim al-asim 🍉

kalim's told you, with full honestly, about his past experiences with kidnappings. although he doesn't seem bothered by it, deep down, you're pretty damn sure trauma like that doesn't go away.

so when you visit his home town, land of the hot sands, you're on your guard, even if kalim tells you to relax.

"I'm not that easy to fool anymore, you know? just calm down, prefect, I'll be fine!" even if he says it casually, it all but eggs you to protect him.

...which is how it lead to you sleeping on his bed. for protection sake's, even if jamil raised an eyebrow at your reason. shh, what jamil doesn't know won't hurt him, but... it's also partially because kalim's cute. … jamil probably knows, though.

kalim's fast asleep, lightly snoring beside you as you run your hands softly through his white hair. how cute.

unfortunately, the moment's ruined when a number of menacing people appear in the room, clearly looking for a hostage.

fortunately, there's you, and you swiftly woop all their asses silently, where the only sounds are the defeated groans of kalim's possible captures. with the security guards alerted and the goons taken away, you lie back besides kalim, who's still peacefully snoozing away.

"good night, sunshine." with a last affectionate ruffle to his hair, you fall fast asleep.

when kalim hears of your heroic feat, he rushes to thank you, offering his wealth as compensation for your kindness.

"kalim, hey- hey." you mumble, looking at kalim's confused face. "look, I don't want this. seriously. I'm just glad I was there at the right time, or it things could've gone worse. I don't want that happening to you, okay? you're precious, got that?"

"but you helped me, so I should at least-!"

"then give me some of your fun." you shoulder kalim with a friendly smile. "now that that's behind us, won't you show me your country and how things are here, hmm? we haven't a lot of time, right~"

the shine in kalim's eyes appears back, and he quickly loops his arm around yours. "right! you know, I better get started right away! let's go get you dressed up first! there really is a lot for you to explore, and I'll make sure you don't miss anything!"

🍉 malleus draconia 🍉

lord malleus is one of the strongest wizards in twisted wonderland- nay, the strongest. what could a mere human do in his presence? is what sebek angrily barks when you tell him you could protect malleus.

even malleus is amused at your suggestion, and even plays along. "i'll be overjoyed to receive your help, child of man."

days past since that conversation and now, you hold an invitation straight from malleus himself who invites you to his humble abode during vacation. you happily accept- beats running errands for crowley, right?

yeah, too bad it came at an expense of enemies waiting to seize the crown to briar valley. malleus can damn well take care of himself, but with so many things coming at him, there's bound to be a blind spot.

"MALLEUS!" he whips his head around, just in time to see you kick one of his enemies into fatal injury. "be careful! watch for your back!"

well, color him impressed- you can protect him, can't you? even sebek is impressed- not like he'll ever tell you, but eh.

like kalim, he doesn't know what to offer you other than his riches, but again, you refuse it.

"I want to be paid back with time, malleus."

"well..." malleus frowns. "time warping as quite the difficult spell-"

"oh my- I mean with you, treasure." you snort. "I want to spend time with you, I didn't mean warping time."

malleus is stunned to say the least. time, with... him? you want... his company? he asks several times if you're sure and yes, you are positively sure about your choice. he'll laugh, both in amusement and joy.

"very well. my time is now yours, child of man."

[writer-in-theory]

☁️👀🛏️ Steddie

ooh thank you for the prompt nonnie!! ✨delicious✨

prompt: ☁️ enemies to lovers , 👀 forced proximity , 🛏 only one bed

build-a-blurb prompts || send me a prompt

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When Dustin asked Steve to chaperone their Hellfire Club field trip, he should've said no.

"C'mon, man, you don't need a chaperone," Steve huffed while he rewound tapes behind the Family Video counter. "You're high schoolers, what's kind of trouble could you get into?"

"It's because of you and your stupid ex-friends we need an adult anyway," Dustin snapped back. Sometimes Steve wondered if his own attitude had been transferred to the kid. "Something about 'the Chicago incident'?"

Oh. Oh yeah, that was absolutely his fault. Steve shook his head, and despite all the bad that had turned up between them Steve still smiled fondly at the memory of his shenanigans with Tommy and Carol.

"Fine, whatever," Steve said, conceding to the blame. "If you need an adult, why can't Munson be the chaperone?"

Steve hated the fact that the kids hung out with Eddie Munson. They were familiar with each other, considering Steve had once been one of the more popular athletes in the school. Even after he'd graduated, Munson had made a point to show up to Scoops Ahoy to see the fall of Steve Harrington with his own eyes. It was safe to say they didn't get along once Steve stopped throwing parties that Eddie could sell at. And now Steve's group of monster-fighting kids had chosen to latch onto said dealer, the same guy who'd relentlessly ridiculed Steve at every opportunity (not that Steve hadn't done the same).

"Because, Steve," Dustin said with the same know-it-all tone of voice Steve hated, "Eddie's a student. We need an adult who's not a student to sit in the hotel. You don't even have to do anything."

That was how Steve got roped into driving half of the little shits to Chicago. At least Eddie was driving with the Corroded Coffin crew, so Steve didn't have to make small talk with a bunch of guys he'd never been friends with in school. Steve really didn't know how the guys got ComicCon cleared as a club field day, but the one time he questioned it Dustin had ranted for so long about sports tournaments that Steve resigned himself to never asking again.

It was fine, he told himself, and he believed it all the way up until they were pulling up to the hotel. Eddie was talking emphatically to the lady at the desk.

"What's going on?" Steve had asked.

"We're one room short," Eddie said, sighing. "It's fine, I'll stay with Gareth."

"Actually," Steve piped up. He hated being the babysitter, the rule-follower, but when he'd signed all those forms accepting responsibility for the entire group he took that responsibility. "You're 20. He's still 17. We could get in trouble for that."

"What? Dude, we've crashed on each others' couches all the time."

"Maybe, but this is a school-sanctioned event."

"Yeah? Well tell me, Harrington, where the hell am I sleeping tonight?"

Eddie had a point. Steve sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose when the answer became obvious. "With me, man, you're sleeping in my room."

They both fought it, but ultimately, this was the only answer that would fly with the school. So Steve and Eddie packed up their bags and headed up to the hotel room—where only one bed awaited them.

"I'm not sleeping with you," Eddie says automatically, flipping his bag up onto the bed.

"Then have fun on the couch," Steve snaps back, shoving the bag back off of the bed.

"I'm older than you."

"I'm the one in charge."

"You sign one piece of paper and you get a God complex? Leave it to Harrington to be that desperate to feel important," Eddie says, every ounce of vitriol he can muster up slipping through with his words.

"Just go the fuck to sleep, I don't care where. It's been a long day, man," Steve sighs finally, shucking off his shirt and tossing it somewhere in the general direction of where he'd dropped his bag.

It would be a long weekend.

[megistusdiary]

ooh nd if you can an albedo ver would be nice too!!

i love this idea!! overstim and albedo ooo 🤌💗

warnings: dom!albedo and sub!fem anatomy, gn pronouns reader. kind of turns into dom!reader at the very end 👀

overstimulation and some cussing. orgasm control.

"fuck-" you hissed, head falling back against the pillows. your thighs trembled from the aftermath of what seemed like your third or fourth orgasm already.

you took shallow, shaky breaths as you leaned against the bed. your body felt spent, and he hadn't even pulled his cock out.

albedo seemed pleased with himself, taking mental notes. he paused for a moment before he stepped away from the bed. he returned a second later with some sort of journal and a pen.

your face heated up as he studied you, scribbling something on the pages. "what are you writing?" your voice sounded slightly hoarse from crying out for him so many times.

"i'm just taking some notes on the reactions from your body. specifically to multiple orgasms in a short period and what you seemed to enjoy the most." albedo answered nonchalantly. "the human body truly is fascinating."

he set the journal aside a moment later, leaning over you as you stayed sprawled on the bed. he gave you a gentle smile before trailing his hand down your body, sweeping over your thighs gingerly.

you did not expect, however, for him to begin rubbing soft circles onto your puffy clit. your hips jumped, lips parting as you gasped sharply.

"albedo-wait! i'm still-"

he cut you off, pressing his lips to yours as you moaned into his mouth. your hips squirmed, desperate to both escape and chase the sensations from albedo's skilled fingers.

albedo moved back, pressing a kiss to the corners of your lips as he smiled. "you look so beautiful."

his compliments never failed to make your ears burn as you covered your face with your hands. "albedo-please.." you could feel your body trembling, hands shaky as they pressed over your eyes.

he mumbled praises into your skin, trailing his kisses down the column of your neck and across your collarbones.

his fingers pressed into your clit, now rubbing tight, fast circles into the bud. his other hand moved down, fingers dragging themselves up and down your sensitive slit to collect your slick. once he finished coating them, he eased two into you once more. he hummed, pleased when he watched them slide in with no resistance.

"i'm close. can i please come?" you begged him quietly as he pressed one final kiss to your neck before moving upwards, removing his hand from your clit.

he eased your hands away from your face, cupping your cheek tenderly. "you've been so good for me. whenever you're ready, you may." he angled his fingers just so, pressing into the spot he knew you loved. his eyes watched you carefully as your expressions contorted. your head tipped back against the sheets, back arching as he pressed his fingers deep into your overstimulated hole.

you let out a cry, finally coming over his fingers while he stroked your cheek sweetly, continuing to please you through your high. "that's it." he coaxed as shivers wracked your body.

he pulled his fingers out from you, admiring the slick leaking down his pale skin as you laid limply. you looked absolutely fucked out, pussy puffy and leaking.

"you did so well, so good for me." albedo nodded as he moved backwards, allowing you to rest.

"but you didn't-" albedo shushed you, placing a chaste kiss against your lips. "no." you moved your shaky limbs, pushing him to sit on the bed. you settled yourself into his lap, staring down at the large bulge in his pants. "you made me feel really good. it's only fair that you get rewarded too." you gave him a slightly devious smirk, hands moving down his body to rest on his belt.

[koishua]

⸻ 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙚.

❝ ooh 👀👀 jay fluff, where you're sick or injured and he visits to take care of you? ❞

“(泉)” ⸻ park jay x gn!reader... g: fluff, established relationship!au... cw: food consumption, mentions of sickness and medicine... wc: 0.626k... synopsis: suffering all alone in your room from a fever, your beloved boyfriend comes to save the day.

𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ⸻ @luvvseong @igyus @intokook @leavethemonsteralive @iuwon @envirae @fairyjunn @rutosruru-world @daystiny @luvholicz @imdamnconfused @renjunvrse @honeyseungz @angpambaodnimama @rae-blogging @yukika-bot @cofhees (click here to be added)

A knock on your door wakes you from drifting into an exhausted slumber yet again, your hoarse voice answering with a sluggish "Yes?". Opening your eyes takes effort, lids heavier than bricks. Your head feels like it's being compressed from all sides, the space between your brows oddly in pain.

Your boyfriend closes the door behind him, setting the small bag on the ground near your bed, swinging the windows open to let fresh air in to help your condition.

"I'm here."

It takes you a moment to recognise his voice through the drowsiness of your body, joints aching in every way. You don't reply, humming shortly to let him know that you're awake.

He sighs, feeling terrible for you, "I brought you soup, you should eat something. You haven't since yesterday, right?"

You nod, "I'm tired."

"I know, but you have to eat this to get better and take your medicine. you know how sensitive your stomach is. it'll hurt if you do this without eating something."

Setting your chair right next to your bed, he puts a hand under your head to adjust your pillow to make it taller and support your back. "Come on, you got this."

You push yourself to sit on your mattress with his help, red nosed and clammy skinned. Blowing softly on the spoonful of chicken soup, he urges you to open your mouth, "You can sleep after this, I promise."

"Come on, open up for the airplane." Even through your half dead state, fever running high, you don't know whether to laugh or cry at his words. With an 'ah', you swallow the warm liquid, jaw protesting against all of the work it has to do, though your raw throat thank you for the soothing sensation.

It pains him a little to see you struggling to keep your eyelids open while forcing yourself to hold on a little longer until the last spoonful of food, "Just a little more."

At times, you doze off with him patiently trying to wake you up, and you apologize, not that Jay ever accepts them, "It's okay, you don't have to."

It takes an agonizingly long amount of time to finally finish your food. You distantly wonder how you were lucky enough to have someone as understanding and caring as him as your boyfriend.

"Drink this with the pill and you can finally go to sleep, love." He holds the glass before your lips for you, setting it back down to help you settle back into your thin sheets.

"Jay, I'm so cold." It takes everything in him not to smother you in blankets right then and there. The cool towel he dabs all over your face and neck doesn't help that feeling of coldness, so you pull back.

He sighs, "Please, we have to get your fever to lower down or else you'll have to be hospitalised."

Holding back your shivers, you let him continue and place a neatly folded wet towel on your forehead. He places the glass and bowl back on the tray to tidy up the space and return to the kitchen, but he halts in his steps when he hears you mumble his name, your fingers just barely holding onto the hem of his shirt.

"Where?" he picks up out of your barely moving lips, ragged breaths, clearly in no condition to be doing all that much.

He smiles, not that you are able to see, "I'll be back in two seconds, don't worry."

Before you even notice his absence, he returns with another glass of water and sits back down on the cushioned chair, "I'll stay a little longer, okay?"

He holds your hand, brushing his thumb over your knuckles, "Get well soon, babe. I love you."

[blccded]

I saw you said yes please to jealously-angst soooo how about MC dancing with someone else in front of them? Ooh! Or they see MC on a date with someone else! These have to be crushing stage of course haha 😅 (I can just picture Valens or Eris just like completely destroying the date 🤣)

Ooh, let's say it's MC dancing ON A DATE with someone else! 👀Thank you for adding to the jealousy-angst asks and you're totally right, Valens and Eris might as well just steamroll the venue...

VALENS isn't the type to prance around or dance; indulging in that type of folly and nonsense isn't for them, but somehow they can't take their eyes off you as you dance, hand-in-hand with someone else. Brooding in the corner, grey eyes looking even more overcast than usual, they clench their fists until their nails almost break the skin on the palm of their hands. They'd experienced frustration many times in their lives, and at this point, they'd thought they knew how to suppress it outwardly, but they don't anymore. Rising sharply, they pass you by with swift steps, heading to the exit, but not before placing a sly heel in the way of your dance partner's foot, causing them to trip and pull you down along with them.

One, two, three. One, two, three. CALDER is not good at dancing but he's a fast learner. His glacier-blue eyes follow your feet and the patterned steps of your date while trying to ignore the smile on your face directed towards them. When he moves to come forth, it isn't to cause an unruly disruption to the dance— no, in a fluid motion he simply reaches out to catch your hands in a spin and press your body close to his. He cleverly steals you away. He wants you to forget about the date.

SIBYL watches from nearby with a doe-eyed dejection, attempting to muster up the courage to ask you to dance after your partner leaves. As much as they want it to be over, they don't want to be rude and interrupt what was clearly a date, and risk upsetting you. No, they'd rather sulk and begin planning an approach or even a better date they could take you on; yearning to one-up that person in your mind. Until then, they innocently dance with a person who'd approached them as they gazed at you.

Standing in the corner of your peripheral, ERIS would watch. You would expect the Crown to be fuming but you cannot tell. They have the look of a vulture, tracking your movement like a single spotlight on a stage. When your eyes meet, you feel cold, your hand becoming numb to the sensation of one hand intertwined with someone else's. You're reminded of the first time you saw the throne: you are drawn to something that will ultimately damn you. You are interrupted when two guards appear like phantoms behind your date. A heavy, gloved palm latches onto their shoulder, tugging them away. You instinctively grasp their hand tighter, stubbornly unwilling to let go— until the date stares back at you with wide eyes and you feel a breath graze the nape of your neck. You don't need to turn around to see ERIS's lips twist into a grin; "Cruel of you to mislead them like that.".

[outlustings]

doctor and nurse roleplay with pre-engine rick 👀

(okay but like yes. rick would love to fuck you in a clichéd sexy nurse outfit that's made from like cheap pvc or something while he does a little friendly, buddyish pelvic examination and no i will not take criticism of this idea.)

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This costume is so ugly and gaudy, you thought to yourself as you felt Rick lift up the hem of your tiny miniskirt, his lips just above the popped collar of your little uniform - but he liked it. He loved it, and that's all that mattered, his heavy sighs against your skin as you clung onto his white coat, rocking against the tented front of his trousers as he sat you up on the desk like a little fuckdoll.

He had insisted. And who were you to deny your good doctor?

"That's such a good little nursey," he purred, curling his fingers up inside you, the cold latex rubbing against your walls, making you gasp and cling onto the desk beneath you, "Ooh, tight - but I think I can remedy that. Just - ..."

With his tongue resting on his bottom lip in exaggerated, playful concentration he pressed the tip of his middle finger against your entrance, and your muscles relented, swallowing his finger greedily.

"Ah... There we go," he hummed, his wrist rolling against you as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you, "That's good, isn't it?"

You nodded, biting your lip, the waxy taste of your lipstick bitter on your tongue as you squeezed your thighs together, clamping around his forearm as he fucked you with his fingers.

"Ah, ah," he tutted, the long fingers of his free hand gripping the soft flesh of your trembling thigh, pushing your legs open, "Keep 'em open, nurse. Let the good doctor examine you properly."

You moaned as you felt his fingernails dig into your thigh, his fingers still sliding in and out of you as he chuckled against your collarbone.

"O-oh, yes, doctor," you nodded weakly.

"Hm," he cocked his head, his eyes flicking to your grinding hips, the way your heat engulfed him, rocking against his palm as you silently begged for more.

"Doctor," you grunted as Rick spread your legs further, pressing your hips against the table.

"You're so hot," he sighed, "Fever. I can taste it."

With a wet pop, he pulled his fingers out of you and you gasped, the cool air clinging to the wetness of the lube between your legs. Rick just grinned.

He rolled your skirt up, gave your stockings a nod of approval as he knelt down before you, planting little fluttery kisses on your thighs, just above where the tightness of the nylon squeezed your thigh.

"Such a pretty little patient I've got," he purred, pulling your underwear to the side and craning his neck, giving your sex a sloppy kiss as you shuddered, your legs shaking as you tried to hold them up, "I'll make sure you get an employee discount on this."

He pressed his finger to your entrance, slipping it in with ease, the slick sound making you moan as you felt full again.

"Tight," he hissed.

"I'm sorry," you swallowed, feeling yourself grip his finger greedily, felt his other finger teasing your hole as his other, non-gloved hand stroked your throbbing arousal.

"No need to be sorry, I'm here to help you," he hummed, pressing his face against you, the wetness of his tongue dragging over your flesh and you moaned, high in pitch, so slutty and needy - but he grunted against you, approving, so enamoured by your little whines.

Another finger. You lost track of time when he added a third one, the only thing you could do was to hold onto the edge of the desk, your knuckles white as you bucked against his hot, wet mouth, into it, rolling your hips against him, sighing every time his fingers pushed in deeper. He moaned against you, looked up at you with those pale eyes, giving you a lewd wink before sucking a hickey on your thigh. You panted, watched how his saliva dripped down to his chin.

"Such a good little nurse, all for me," he mumbled, "So tight and tasty. I can't wait to fuck you - can't wait to see how tight that ass is around my cock..."

You mewled.

His tongue moved faster over you, long, flat laves against your throbbing flesh as three of his fingers pistoned into you, stretching you to your limit. You could hear the creak of the latex, could smell your own arousal, heavy and sweet in the air as Rick grunted against your groin, suckling on you as you writhed in his grasp, clamping your legs around his shoulders as he devoured you with sloppy, needy kisses, his brows furrowed in concentration as he tried to make you cum - you knew that determined look - he was going to make you cum, and you could feel it inside you, with every thrust of his fingers, the cool latex growing hot within your insides as your hips bucked against his sharp nose, again and again, right there.

"Doctor," you groaned breathily, your hand flying to the top of his head, pushing him down, and his moan reverberated against your heat as his eyes flicked up to you, behind your heaving chest as you twisted your hand into his thick, wild, sweaty hair, "Oh, fuck, doctor Trager - I'm going to cum..."

You thrashed wildly, fucking his face as he tried to nod feverishly, pushing his face against your hips, his fingers curling inside you, twitching, trembling, so fast. You pulled on his hair as your jaw fell slack and with a throaty whine, you came in his mouth. You clenched around his fingers, pushing him out as your thighs shuddered and seized on his shoulders, soft flesh scratching against the white cotton of his lab coat. You came and came until you finally heard your own voice again, loosening your grip on Rick's hair as he pulled away, panting, lips swollen and glistening, his narrow face flushed, glowing with his sweat as he gave you a slight grin.

"Holy shit," you said weakly, shaking your head, hearing the rustle of stiff fabric as he rose up from the floor, pulling off his glove with a sticky little fwop, tossing it to the side.

"Well, that was something," he laughed, "Bend over."

"What, you're serious?" your eyes widened as he gave a quick peck to your temple, a kiss that smelt too much like you - hot, musky. Your cum on his breath.

His hand flew to the scruff of your neck, his narrow hips grinding against your burning core, his rock hard erection rubbing up against you.

"We're not done yet, nursey," he grunted, holding your hair, tight, pulling, so tight, "I took care of you - now... Now it's time to pay up. Insurance doesn't exactly cover this."

You rolled your eyes at his chuckle.

[theflyingfeeling]

Time After Time

Olympics AU, the team on their way home after the games 👀

Ooh, I can understand why you're curious about this! 😇

Tommi and Niko would be sitting next to each other on the plane with giddy smiles on their faces, trying (and failing) not to let the gold medals dangling around the necks of their teammates' to remind them of the events of the night before, whispering in each other's ears and all in all doing a very poor job at hiding their lovey-dovey antics. They're also consciously ignoring what's gonna happen when the festivities back at home are over and they must part ways to return to their own clubs (and, well, what happens is that they tackle each other a little harder whenever they meet on ice from thence forward and, occasionally, text each other their hotel room number after the game (their teams don't even necessarily stay overnight; sometimes they stay behind to "hang out with an old friend who happens to be in town tonight" 🤫))

Olli and Joonas are clinging onto each other and fall asleep leaning on the other during the flight. Joonas wants to "try something" in the airport bathrooms, but Olli chickens out at last second, because as horny as he may be, he's not "fucking my new boyfriend in the men's room of an international airport" horny 😳 he does give in to a make-out session though, which almost has them miss the last call to their flight (Joel voted for the plane to leave without them 🙄)

As for Joel and Aleksi, they share a ridiculously expensive airport muffin and just sit somewhere quietly, hand in hand, looking at the planes departing and arriving while waiting for their own flight to start boarding. On the plane they are assigned seats at opposite ends of the plane, but one of the lovely figure skaters is kind enough to switch places with Joel. They aren't quite as bold as Joonas and Olli (blatantly stealing kisses right in front of everyone's salad) or Niko and Tommi (constantly teasing each other, barely able to keep their hands to themselves), but just sitting next to each other is quite enough 💕 They watch a silly action movie on the plane together, but Joel's not paying attention to the plot as much as Aleksi's hand resting on his 🥺💞

(And if we do a little time jump, I've actually pictured a scene set some time after the finale (6 months? a year?) in which Joel is smiling fondly, observing from the sidelines as Aleksi is teaching a group of kids do pirouttes in his new job as kids' skating school instructor 🥰)

[wejustvibing]

Maybe this is a reach, but I tried to find the background music from Lewis his new helmet video and I couldn’t find it. So something in me is thinking that he maybe produced the music himself👀

ooh could be! frankly it sounded pretty generic to me but maybe you're onto something 👀

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

"I'm pretty good at providing distractions." from the prompt list has flirty Will Charity vibes, just saying... 👀

Ooh, you're right, it is!

Gonna go with a whole different au for him and Phileas for this.

Summery: Will needs to get a lost treasure, and he plans to do it through distracting the mustachioed gentleman who is carrying it.

Too bad he picked the wrong man, but hey, it isn't that bad of a mistake.

On with the fic!

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Easy enough job. There's a man at this gathering of the social elite of London, and one of them is currently holding onto a priceless, stolen artifact that Will needs to take back.

Didn't take much for Will to slip into the part with not a single problem. Well, aside from having to dress up, but he could deal with a black tie affair for a job well done.

His target was a man with brown hair and mustache, skinny thing, of a high class. Not... much to go off of, but Will could probably find him, he just wished a name had been included.

Hazel eyes scanned the room and... there!

A wallflower, hiding away with a glass of something strong. He sported brown, wavy hair, a contrast to many of the others here, with graying locks, shades slicked back or darkened, or no hair at all. The man sported a mustache and looked dreadfully thin, yet still healthy.

His had slipped into his pocket, and seemed to be fiddling with something.

That's him, the target.

And luckily for Will, this target was quite easy on the eyes. A clear bonus for him for this job.

Will put on his best, coy face, straightened his jacket, and approached. "How's the evening treating you?" He offered a simple starter, to ease himself into the man's space.

The brunet looked at him in surprise, as if he hadn't expected anyone to approach him. He even did a glance around, to see if Will was addressing someone else. "I... well, it's treating me well. And yourself, mister...?"

"Charity." Will flashed him a winning smile. "Will Charity. And it's been rather dull for me..." he trailed off, waiting for a name.

"Phileas Fogg." Came the response to the unasked question.

That name sounded familiar, but Will couldn't remember where he had heard it before. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance. But yes, dull as dish water this party is, I'm sure that's how you're seeing it as well, what with you here away from the festivities."

Phileas looked rather flustered, straightening his back, taking a sip from his tumbler. He looked away from Will, his free hand slipping into his pocket, toying with whatever he was hiding.

"I don't care much for parties, I'm not much of a social person, even with... recent experiences in my life. Not an easy problem to overcome so willy-nilly, yes?"

"Understandable." Will was actually good around with people, but Phileas seemed the type who would rather be left to his own devices, or anywhere but a crowded social event. Will decided to take advantage of that.

"I can see you're not for all this activity. Come, let's find a more quiet spot, I need a break too."

Phileas didn't seem to argue the idea, instead following Will to another room in the building. It was quiet and the taller man seemed to relax as he sat his glass aside, sitting down on a loveseat.

Oh, this is too easy.

Will sits himself down in the seat next to Phileas, even with the other chairs in the room. "So, tell me... what's a guy like you doing around all these boring gents? I bet you have better things to dothan attend this boring party."

The other man was red in the face, avoiding eye contact, once more stiff as a board in his posture. "I had... planned to meet up with two dear friends. But I was invited, and though I didn't want to come, I didn't have much choice."

"Social obligations?" Will had moved closer as Phileas spoke, their thighs touching, his arm carefully slipped around the back of the loveseat, behind Phileas.

There was a stammer in his voice as Phileas continued. "Y-yes. Even with my recent, uh, view changes towards London's, and England's, ideals for its people, I... had to come, as a celebration."

"Mmm... tell me more, you sound like you need to vent." Will toyed with a curl hanging from Phileas' bangs, his other hand resting on the man's hip.

Phileas looked so flustered and confused, though not put off. "W-why does, uh, why does it seem like you're trying to distract me from my talking..?"

Will smiled. "I'm pretty good at providing distractions." And he slipped his fingers into the jacket pocket, much to Phileas' alarm.

A-ha!

Wait...

"This is a pocket watch." Will blinked, looking at the old watch in his hand, then seeing it get snatched up.

"How dare you!" Phileas exclaimed. "You were trying to rob me! Why does everyone keep doing that! First Paris, then that rude man in the desert..."

Will blinked again, Paris? Desert? Wait... he knew that name! "You're Phileas Fogg!"

Phileas raised an eyebrow. "Yes...? I told you that?"

"No, it's just-!" Will laughed. "Can't believe it took me this long to recognize you! So sorry about the watch, I thought you were this antique thief I was sent to take down."

He looked scandalized at this. "Thief?! I am no such thing!"

"Again, sorry, I was told to look for someone of a similar appearance to you, I know you'd never be the thief! You were in a totally different country with the golden medallion was stolen!"

Phileas seemed to relax just a little. "Well, it was still quite rude to steal from me." Then he mumbled, "And to be so open with your actions as a distraction."

Will smirked, leaning in close. "Oh, it wasn't all a distraction, Fogg."

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This... got away from me.

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

What I think will happen to "Monarch's team" in ODNLB:

Adrien: gets freed and reunites with his friends and gets lots of hugs and kisses and the city declares the day he's freed (which is also the day Monarch's taken down, to be fair) to be a citywide holiday on par with Heroes Day, and Paris holds a parade annually celebrating Monarch and Volpina's defeat and Chat Noir's restoration.

Felix: Tough to say for him. I don't think he's going to prison, but I dunno whether he's being let off the hook, either. He's not fully a bad guy, but he's done some pretty awful things that have caused a lot of harm, and I'm not sure he's really learned his lesson. Right now the best I can think is that he'd be off on the sidelines, probably not implicated in the takedown itself, but not exactly welcomed by Paris or anyone except for Kagami and to a limited extent, Adrien. Hm. Though maybe Felix will have SOME legal repercussions, but of the "slap on the wrist" variety. Something with a pretty minor sentence, in exchange for cooperating in taking down Gabriel and Lila. I could see him being willing to do that, if it makes sure they aren't threats anymore.

Chloe: Paris finds out that she's been a secret agent, trying to protect Adrien, their precious Chat Noir, these last few years as best she could. She's officially welcomed onto the Miracuteam, with her and Vesperia sharing the Bee Miraculous, and becomes generally well-liked by Parisians.

Gabriel: He goes to prison for the rest of his life, and is honestly happier there than he's been these last six years. At least now Adrien's safe and Lila's no longer a threat. Nathalie is avenged. I don't think he'd even hold being sent to prison against Ladybug at this point, I'm getting the feeling he knows full well that he deserves it, even welcomes it.

Lila: I dunno, she's basically evil incarnate, send her to the shadow realm or something.

adrien: his ending has already been foreshadowed! if you've read what makes a monster and collateral damage, you probably have a sense how i'm going to handle him lol. and while i love the idea of him getting a big party welcome back 👀👀👀 i wonder what adrien would like the most?

felix: ooh so you're predicting his ending will be as lukewarm/ambiguous as he's been throughout the story. nice, i like it, it's very fitting for him especially given how he would only really care what adrien and kagami thought about him anyway. i have had his ending planned since the start too, although it hasn't been foreshadowed quite as heavily lol. or has it

chloe: 👀👀 your guesses 👀 they're quite good 👀 and you know she would love the adoration even if it's shared! her ending scene is actually one i've had a clear picture of for a while; i hope it sits well with you when it happens :D

gabriel: love this self-hating angle you're putting on him now, it's actually super accurate. at this point prison and punishment would be a relief compared to what he's been through. he knows he deserves it, and he knows he'll deserve what's coming.

lila: had her planned since the beginning as well! the shadow realm is too good for her. if we can send her to the lowest circle of hell that'd be cool though.