#drabble //

[kiplex]

You hated parties. They were loud, overstimulating, and there were too many strangers. So when Gideon invited you and Caleb to a party he was having you were hesitant to say the least. You thought having your boyfriend there, your emotional support Caleb, you would be fine; especially once you had a little bit of alcohol in your system. But alas, the universe has a different plan for tonight.

You're three cups of something deep, probably some vodka and a splash of juice, and glued to the side of the wall which were vibrating with how loud the music was, the hum of people yelling over the music certainly wasn't helping. Caleb was god knows where, the second you guys got to the party Gideon whisked him away to go take shots with him and some of the guys they went to college with. Your finger drums a consistent beat against your red plastic cup, your eyes scan the room for any sign of him. Sure, you could go and talk to people, mingle a bit but… Something in your stomach lurches at the thought of doing that.

You take another small sip. You pull out your phone check to the time. “You're Colonel Xia's girlfriend right?" Someone shouts to your left. He looked about the same age as Caleb. “Ah! Yeah! Yeah I am." Your voice wobbles, slightly startled. “Man, he is one lucky guy. I was assigned to his fleet shortly after he took over." The man extends his hand offering his name, that you definitely don't catch. Instead you politely smile, shaking his hand and yelling your name back over the music.

He starts going on and on about fleet stuff, with the amount of liquor in your body you really can't make heads or tails of it, you just politely nod. He wasn't a bad guy or anything, you just clearly were uncomfortable and didn't want to be there. When you feel a hand wrap around your waist, you nearly jump ten feet in the air. “Woah woah! Pips, it's me." Caleb's voice is soft in your ear. Your whole body immediately relaxes into his touch. “Oh Colonel! Good to see you off duty." The man you're talking to acknowledges his superior. “Good to see you too, if you don't mind I'm gonna steal her away for a bit." Caleb smiles at the man. You are always in awe of how charming and charismatic Caleb is naturally. He makes it look effortless.

The man nods, and Caleb grabs your wrist taking you to a free spot farther down the wall. His body blocks your view of the crowd, his cologne flooding your senses calming your nervous system down exponentially. " You okay pretty girl?” He asks, his hands cupping your cheeks intentionally making you maintain eye contact with him. Regardless you down cast your eyes. " I'm fine.” You answer, not wanting to ruin this night for him.

He rarely gets time off, let alone gets to spend it with his friends. His eyebrows furrow. " No you aren't.” He sighs, pulling you against his chest before wrapping his arms around you. " Pips, I've known you, your whole life. I know when you're lying to me.” He kisses the top of your head. " Let me ask you again. Are you okay?” He repeats gently. You shake your head no into his chest. "Not really, it's loud and I'm a little tipsy and… I'm sorry Caleb." Your eyes gloss over slightly, tears threatening to spill over.

He pulls you back a bit so he can look at you. “Aw you sweet girl, don't apologize. You've never really been big on this stuff. I'm proud of you for even tagging along with me. Even Gideon was singing praises about you being here tonight… I mean I did shove him for talking about my girlfriend like that, but semantics.” You giggle slightly.

Caleb kisses your forehead. " Do you wanna get the hell out of here?" He asks, grinning at you. “Are you sure? I know you don't get to do this often…" You mumble. He smiles, shaking his head. “I already got to hang out with Gideon for a while, besides my girlfriend is clearly overstimulated and trying to be brave for me. That's my job Pips, how dare you steal my thunder." He squeezes you slightly. You lean up kissing him gently. “Let's go home." He grabs your hand again, leading you through the sea of people out the door. “Oh also, if I see you talking to another man at a party again I won't be so kind next time, I can promise you that. " You roll your eyes, a dumb smile on your face. If you're being honest, you wouldn't have it any other way.

You can find my master list here

[shedreamerwings]

this puts the OG Swan Lake in a whole new context... [excuse me]

Her nails bent and snapped, scraping against the rocks as she clawed and crawled up the mountain. He was right behind her, she could feel his hot, acrid breath on her ankles. The screams of her sisters filled the night air.

Odette grabbed a rock that jutted right up into the air, sinking her bleeding fingers into the cracks of the mountainside and hauling herself over the edge. Tears left streaks in the dirt on her cheeks and dripped off her chin. Her vision blurred. She pushed harder with her toes and gripped the rock with both hands, heaving herself over the edge. Her soles slipped on the slick rock, and she stumbled.

"You don't have to do this," Rothbart shouted, using the blood-marked handholds. "You don't have to do this. Think of all you have to live for!"

Odette whirled to face him, gasping and wiping her face with her sleeves. "Like what?" She walked backwards.

Rothbart slowly stretched upright, now on the same shelf she was. "Like me--"

"Like you?" She mocked, laughing mirthlessly. "You're not worth living for."

He lunged for her, but she was a feather faster. Tripping over her feet, she half-spun, half-fell, and jumped out, putting as much distance between her and the rock as possible. She didn't jump far enough and slid down the rock to another ledge thirty feet below.

Without looking for Rothbart, she jumped out and this time, she fell. An imperfect swan dive towards the lake below.

For the third time in her life, Odette chose herself. The water's surface split open with hardly a splash.

She had jumped too late. The sun was already rising.

As someone who's been a lover of traditional folk music from the British Isles for several decades, one thing I've learned is that "True Love" didn't always mean what you think it means. In the older songs, "true love" is not some mystical quality, some type of connection that is magically better than other Loves. No. A love that is "true" merely means that your Love is "true TO YOU." "True" as in faithful and loyal and trustworthy. A lover who will stand by you and with you no matter what comes. True the way a good sword is True. True the way a good knight is loyal. The contrast is "False Love," which is a lover who betrays you, who cannot be trusted.

"True Love" isn't something you find, it's a vow and a choice that you make, every day, to BE TRUE.

[randomfandomworks]

You pushed the eyeshadow palette to the side as Rumi laid below you, watching you decide on what to do next. You’d been bugging her for a while now about designing her show makeup and it was on this dull day in the middle of their break that she had finally agreed.

It wasn’t professional, or high effort, it was simply an idol and her partner sprawled out in bed. The weight of your chest laid on hers, your elbows propping you up just enough to look down at her as you created your masterpiece. You placed some blush to her cheeks, a light dust of color to finish off what you’d been working so hard on.

You set the blush aside, readjusting your weight to look down at Rumi once more, your eyes wandering over her features to take in what you had created. Halfway through your observations you stopped, your gaze lingering on her patterns. Slowly you brought your hand up, brushing your fingers over the patterns that spread across her forehead. Your eyes traced the movement memorizing the shape as your fingers ran along her skin.

“I’m glad you don’t cover them up.” You spoke softly, your fingers moving further up to tuck back some of her loose hairs.

She looked at you silently for a moment, watching you focus, holding onto the gentleness within your stare. “Yeah?” She responded, her voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled, bringing your hand down to cup her cheek, “Yeah.” You finalized meeting her gaze.

A warmth settled in her chest, something about you, your acceptance of what she’d tried to hide for so long, made her fall even harder for you.

And maybe, she thought after a moment, you’d have to do her makeup more often.

[mischief-and-the-big-bad-wolf]

Stiles snuck a look at Derek from the corner of his eye, sitting in the booth beside him, before inching his hand towards Derek's plate. He quickly snuck a few curly fries, having finished his in five minutes of being served. His eyes caught Lydia's who was sitting across from him and he blushed when she raised an eyebrown at him, sticking his tongue out at her before chomping down on the fries. Seeing Derek still distracted talking to Boyd, he snuck a few more handfuls from his plate.

Without stopping his conversation with Boyd, Derek slid the rest of his fries off his plate and onto Stiles'. Stiles looked at him in surprise, his scent sweetening with love and happiness, making Derek turn to him.

Derek pressed a kiss to Stiles' temple and asked, "Want some more, baby?" He didn't wait for Stiles' reply, instead calling over the waitress and placing an additional order for the curly fries.

Stiles flushed red and kissed Derek's shoulder, leaning his head there after. Derek shifted his arm to curl around Stiles' waist and pulled him in closer. Stiles picked up a fry and held it to Derek's mouth, giggling when Derek playfully snapped his teeth around his fingers.

"You two are disgusting," Scott complained, wrinkling his nose.

"I think it's sweet," Erica simpered.

"Thank you, Erica," Stiles pointedly said towards Scott. "We're no less disgusting than you and Allison."

Scott opened his mouth but before he could say anything, Derek said, "Enough."

"Yeah, Scott, enough," Stiles added, throwing a teasing look at Scott.

"Love," Derek sighed, an exasperated fond look on his face.

"What? He started it!" Stiles exclaimed, pointing at Scott.

Derek rolled his eyes and mumbled, "I'm surrounded by a bunch of children."

"Children, huh? I'll show you children," Stiles murmured, scooping a dollop of ketchup onto his pointer finger and smearing it on Derek's cheek.

Derek leaned away from him and hissed, "Seriously? We're in public, baby."

Stiles just raised his brows at him in response, in a 'what are you going to do about it' way. Derek smirked and locked his arms Stiles, who shrieked and wiggled trying to get away. Derek leaned in and smushed his cheek against Stiles', spreading the ketchup on both of them.

"How do you like that?" Derek teased, pulling back but still keeping Stiles in his arms.

Stiles' answer got cut off by the arrival of the waitress who asked them to be a bit quieter as the other patrons were being disturbed.

Derek's ears turned red in a blush and Stiles' cooed at him, licking the ketchup from his cheek before pressing a few kisses there.

"I don't know why I still hang out with you guys," Lydia snarked, looking at them with a disgusted expression.

"Cause you love us, Lyds," Stiles crooned as Derek wiped the ketchup off Stiles' face with a tissue paper.

[dykeriver]

there’s just something about the concept of loser!ellie stumbling across your camgirl stream one day as she looks for something to… help her, if you know what i mean. mouth dropping a bit, eyes widening. she can’t get over the the soft flutter of your eyelashes through the slightly grainy camera quality, the curves of your body in your pretty, sheer babydoll lingerie. she can see your pert nipples through the material, and immediately she’s squeezing her thighs together. and ellie simply has nothing to say about the fact that she bookmarks the link to your site, keeping it in her private browser with a sheepish look on her face.

she starts watching at least one stream of yours a week, always ready with her hand shoved down her shorts, wet around her fingers as you dirty talk the camera about what you’d be doing to her (and your other 300 viewers) if you were there right now. it becomes this pathetic little crush after a while, to the point ellie is willing to spend her hard earned money (read as: money she got from getting into the top ten of a gaming tournament) on a solo call with you.

when you greet her, ellie’s mouth gapes like a fish out of water. her glasses fall down her face and a loose grey hoodie is pooling around her neck. her eyes are wide as she takes in the sight of you, scanning her screen up and down. i’m no better than a man, ellie thinks to herself when her eyes get stuck on your breasts. “um,” she starts, “h-hey.”

“hey yourself,” you smile, unfazed. “what’s your name?”

“uhhhm,” ellie says again, this time trailed out a little longer and even more awkward than before. “uh… ellie.” she averts her eyes, looking everywhere except the screen. ellie picks at the sleeve of her hoodie, staring down at it to avoid looking at you again. and she’s so shy as she responds to all your questions about why she decided to book an appointment, prominent pink blush showing even through her blurry camera

and poor ellie is just so inexperienced, and so damned cute — she’s never even been talked through it by another person. she hides her face in her hands when you ask to take care of her; when you offer to talk her through an orgasm. “i’ll make you feel so good, pretty thing,” you sing promises to her, “like nobody else ever has before.” and already at this point you can’t deny it, she’s starting to get to you, too, with those wide puppy eyes and cute little button nose. the genuine awh in which she looks at you. it makes you feel fucking powerful.

sooner or later you’ll have convinced her to have taken off her pants and boxer shorts, leading ellie’s hand between her slender thighs with your words alone. “wh-what do you want me to do next?” she whispers, voice thick and choked up. and you tell her to keep touching herself, just how she likes. to slide a finger in if she wants, but to imagine it’s you doing it. and the moment ellie pushes her fingers into her pussy, you can tell. her jaw goes slack in relief, a sweet little oh! escapes those soft pink lips.

“yeah…” you murmur, “that’s it, ellie. take my fingers like the sweet, obedient girl you are.”

ellie straight up gasps at this, fucking into herself faster, harder. “keep… keep talking,” she pleads abashedly. ellie looks so needy, so fucking erotic that your cunt clenches around nothing. so you obviously do, you don’t think you’d be able to not give this sweet girl what she wants. you tell her all about how pretty she is, how handsome. how perfect she is, and how well she’s doing for you. you call her your girl, your sweet girl. and when she whimpers out i’m close, hushed and overwhelmed, you tell her to let go for you. you tell her to cum around your fingers, to get them and her pussy all messy.

you… may or may not give her your personal phone number by the end of the call.

[kumasakka]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐑 ! ❞

　despite having an official girlfriend, known to the whole world, he doesn’t catch a break from his beloved fans. or quick reminder that he married his fan number one + social’s !

ft. itoshi sae , iglesias bunny , kaiser michael.

content. 1.8k wc, slightly suggestive, dirty thoughts, freaky / off-handed comments, crack, unserious, spoiler - free, up to 0.5k words each drabble, isagi makes insensitive jokes, inspired by freaky tiktok comments.

author’s note. I had so much fun writing this because this is lowkey how I act whenever I see them but not that freaky. be so for real, that’s how you would act when they were your boyfriend hehe. part two?

ITOSHI SAE.

　SPEAKING frankly, it's not like you are weird or anything. Not as weird as some of his fans — but you're definitely weird. Again, in a positive way though. You're weird in a positive way.

Can someone even consider this as a positive?

Your own boyfriend is cringed out by you sometimes, giving you weird stares as if you're his fangirl. Only that you are his fangirl and he knows it. He knows you'd watch every match of his until your dying breath.

"Hehe..." you sighed out dreamily, leaning against your palm.

Watchful eyes following Sae's every movement while he was trying to eat in peace. You two were at home, you cooked something delicious and now you kept him company while he was eating.

"Something wrong?" he wiped his mouth with a tissue.

His pretty teal eyes blinking ever so slowly, his long lashes adorning his face and highlighting the colour of his eyes. You could die in peace and you meant every word when you said that.

"Nothing..." you lied smoothly, letting out a giggle.

A giggle that reminds him of his fangirls and also fanboys.

God, you couldn't hell yourself though. He was so fucking hot, face so handsome and body built like the greek statues, his »I don't give a fuck«-personality fits him so well and his nonchalant attitude.

Suddenly you dropped a—

"You're so hot." you stared at his features, lips curling into a smirk.

"Oh. Thanks." he returns back to eating, not minding your comment.

And then — you stood up from your chair, only to move closer so you can sit closer to your boyfriend.

"I'm so lucky." you started off slowly, leaving him wonder for a second. "I see what Shidou sees."

"Shidou?" he deadpanned at the mention of Shidou Ryusei.

"Ugh, stop talking about him." you frowned, waving your hand dismissively.

"Didn't you start with him?" he glanced at you from the corner of his eyes.

"Oh wow..." you gasped, "do that again."

"Do what?" he glanced at you again from the corner of his eyes.

"THAT!" you couldn't contain your giggles anymore as you pushed his plate away from him, latching yourself onto him. "UGH YOU'RE SO FINE, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!"

"Ah..." he trailed off, patting your back as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I wanna smash my lips against yours." you whispered, voice muffled because of his clothes. "And this definitely isn't the only thing I'm smashing today."

"[name]..." he deadpanned again, your fan behaviour insufferable yet cute in its own way.

"Yes, my darling husband? My sexy, handsome, beautiful and attractive Sae?" you giggled dreamily against his shirt, feeling his arms around your figure.

"Let me finish my food." he paused, "please?"

"Of course!" you distanced yourself again before taking the spoon into your hand. "Say ahh."

Spoiler alert: he didn't open his mouth.

"Mmh?" you hummed in confusion, then blew lightly against the hot meal, "the plane is coming! Say ahh!"

"Ahh..." he parted his lips reluctantly.

"Good boy!" you teased him.

"Never ever say that again."

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itoshisaesonlygf gender is NOT the same as sex. gender is what you identify as, while sex is what i'll be having with @official.itoshisae tonight. stay informed.

official.itoshisae respectfully back off.

　⤷ itoshisaesonlygf guys he’s only shy !!

　⤷ ryuassei.only I knew you wouldn’t cheat

　　　me pookie wookie dookie cutie patootie ❤️

　　⤷ itoshisaesonlygf keys and livestream it

ryuassei.only imagine faking a relationship 🤣

　⤷ itoshisaesonlygf blocked banned reported

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ryuassei.only IM FUCKING JEALOUS LOCK UR DOORS YOU WITCH IM BURNING DOWN YOUR HOUSE

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　⤷ itoshisaesonlygf I love you rin

　　⤷ rinnie_poo call me if he’s being an asshole.

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userrando0010 we know it’s you shidou 💔

　⤷ ryuassei.only ugh fine I got caught

　　⤷ userrando0010 HE REPLIED WHAT.

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IGLESIAS BUNNY.

　YOUR gaze stayed glued to your phone as you sat on the couch, finger scrolling through the newest edits of your boyfriend. A grin crossing your lips as you watched the edit.

"Tsk..." you let out a gleeful giggle, seeing your boyfriend on the edit.

Wasn't he the finest man ever walking on earth?

"His girlfriend is so lucky..." you muttered, commenting under the post and then replied, "thank you..!"

Content with liking the edit, saving the post and favouriting it, you scrolled to the next edit — just to comment something else. "Not going to lie, he ain't safe from me..." you mumbled.

"Who isn't safe from you?"

"AHH!" you flinched in shock, immediately locking your phone as a reflex while your heart pounded quickly against your chest. "Ohmyfuckinggod Bunny!"

"That's me." he looked down at you, his hands placed against the edge of the couch while looming over you from behind.

"Hi." you smiled at him innocently, head lifting up to face him.

Yet your eyes wandered from his pretty face to his toned body. "Oh wow." you couldn't help but let out, taking in the sight behind you even if it meant that you'd snap your head any moment.

"Careful before you hurt yourself." and with that, he placed his hand under your head to push it lightly — so you'd face ahead again.

"Whatever you want." you replied and turned fully now to admire him even more.

Thinking back to that one comment, your mind immediately was filled with silly thoughts. "Oh... But I seriously think I can handle all that." you started giggling as you averted your eyes, biting your index finger.

"Whatever you're saying." your boyfriend smiled at you, making himself place on the edge of his couch. "What were you watching?"

"Edits that should get banned because the stuff is too much to handle, apparently." you answered immediately, not hesitating to face again. "Ugh..."

"Mmh?" he hummed, tilting his head slightly to the side.

One of the most attractive things he could do to be honest. With that lethal facecard? And that body?

"I'm so so so lucky." you whispered under your breath, cheeks heating up at the sight.

"Are you? Or am I?" he chuckled at your comment, batting his lashes.

"...I have nothing appropriate to say." your face was expressionless yet your inner voice screamed it all.

He erupted into a laughter his time, letting you watch how his adam apple moved along in an attractive way. You couldn't describe it properly in words — but he was all you needed in life.

"Ugh kiss me already." you throw yourself at him, clothed body bumping against his naked upper body.

"Whatever you want, love." his hand found itself behind to the back of your head again, pulling you into a quick kiss — it left you stunned honestly.

As soon as he distanced himself, you blinked slowly while your brain tried to processed what just happened.

"You..."

"Yeah?" he chuckled, your reaction too amusing for him.

"You deserve your ass ate for this."

"Please no."

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[name]thehunter “dinner’s ready, @bunnythebunny!” I say as I sat on the table ❤️❤️

userrando2737 GUYS SHE WATCHED MY EDIT, SHE WATCHED MY EDIT AND COMMENTED!!\*£|~${! PLZ NOTICE ME PLEASEEEEEEEEE

　⤷ [name]thehunter please continue the great work love 🫶

　　⤷ userrando2737 SHE REPLIED SHE REPLIED I’M DYING BYEEEE

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userrando0174 oh who is u?

　⤷ [name]thehunter im ya grandma

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bunnythebunny oh thank you for dinner, it was great ☺️ is there more?

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userrando7369 ready… set… GOON ❕❕

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official.itoshisae whatever is cursing my eyes.

　⤷ bunnythebunny oh nice to see you! ☺️☺️

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　⤷ [name]thehunter dw I love you kiss 💋

　　⤷ bunnythebunny does this count as cheating?

　　⤷ official.itoshisae yes now break up.

KAISER MICHAEL.

　HE was asleep. In a deep slumber probably while his front was fully turned to you, letting your eyes wander all over his glorious face — almost shining in your eyes.

Maybe even blinding you with his beauty?

Your lips curled into a grin, taking in his facial features. Of course he was pretty. It's your boyfriend, after all. The bastard of every soccer match whenever you watch him play.

And here he is, sleeping soundly — not knowing the danger's of the world aka you. But what can you do? The dragon (you) has to protect the princess (michael) from the village (fans).

But he himself was in danger. If you ever would take a look at him, you'd fall for his charms — just like you did. "Hehe..." you giggled in delight, pulling the blanket closer to you.

Was inner you fangirling? No, no. You are just happen to be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of his sleeping beauty.

"You're so fine. Looking at you makes me feel like a victorian man, seeing a woman's ankle for the first time." you whispered, your hand inches away to caress his cheek.

And suddenly — he opened his eyes while raising a brow, catching your wrist at the right time

"What nonsense..." he muttered under his breath, voice sounding fully awake.

"You were awake the whole time!?" you gasped in shock before he pulled you closer. "Ack!—"

"Did you seriously just say something about victorian man seeing a woman's ankle?" he questioned, mischief not found in his voice — instead it was curiosity.

"Yeah, I did." you answered before realising, "ah. You don't understand."

"So what if?" he rolled his eyes, already annoyed by your teasing grin.

You swiftly freed yourself and found yourself on top of him. Well only your upper half was above him while your knees were still propped beside his hip.

"Basically it was scandalous for a woman to show off her ankles in the victorian era. High-class women were limited to show off most body parts and showing ankles were challenging the norms. I guess, victorian men liked that." you taught him.

"Ah..." he nodded and his one arm sliding around your lower back.

"Pfft— You're so cute." you giggled.

"Didn't you saw I looked fine? Like a... fine shyt?"

You bursted into laughter as he said that.

"You're superrrr cute!" you laughed.

"Oh?" he mused under his breath, raising his hand to tap against your quivering arms. "But you are the cute one."

"No." you lowered yourself, planting several kisses on his cheek. "You're so fine, babygirl."

"Babygirl? Are we calling each other cringe pet names now?" he raised a brow, finding joy in your affection. "Perle? Or should I say, Bubu Bärchen?"

"Eugh, never say that again!" you shook your head frantically, a shiver running down your spine.

"Mausebär."

"Schnuckiputz."

"Schnecke."

"Okay you won, stop those outrageous pet names."

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callmeempress I feel pregnant whenever I see @michahhel.kaiser

nessfetchthis what a wonderful sight to wake up to!

　⤷ callmeempress certainly ❤️

　⤷ userrando4674 fetch this bone 🦴 !!

　　⤷ callmeempress that’s it you’re getting blocked bye me AND michael

　　⤷ userrando4674 WHAT NO IM SORRY PLZ I WILL FETCH IT MYSELF

hide.its.slursagi get HIM pregnant

　⤷ callmeempress actually, you’re so right… might do that as well thanks 🌹❤️🔋

　　⤷ michahhel.kaiser [name] syfm

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michahhel.kaiser next time post smth better than this. this absolutely looks heinous.

　⤷ hide.its.slursagi the earth was flat until ur dad got buried.

　　⤷ michahhel.kaiser @callmeempress why didn’t u block him yet?

　　⤷ callmeempress this was a good one tho

　⤷ nessfetchthis oh you never look heinous!!

　　⤷ callmeempress alexis, love, cutie, sweetheart sometimes I’d love to sugarcoat it but you would probably eat that too if it’s for michael… this picture does look heinous

　　⤷ userrando9999 WHAT’S WITH THOSE CREATIVE INSULTS???

　　⤷ userrando7819 CLOCKED HER OWN SON????

userrando2231 I also wanna wake up to this sight hellooooo?

　⤷ hide.its.slursagi blind motherfckers

　　⤷ michahhel.kaiser thy actions are the most strange. thou show few signs of intact sanity.

　　⤷ hide.its.slursagi loving parents ❤️

　　⤷ michahhel.kaiser count your days.

　　⤷ hide.its.slursagi count your scars.

　⤷ userrando6699 NOT ISAGI CLOCKING THEM ALL IN THE COMMENTS INCLUDING YOU KING?

userrando1083 seeing this made me accidentally hit my chin KAISER YOU LOOK SO HAWD PLZ ONE CHANCE ❕❕

　⤷ hide.its.isagi which chin?

　　⤷ callmeempress I’m considering to block you seriously…

　　⤷ hide.its.slursagi I was just joking! 😅

　　⤷ userrando1049 he said as he grinned like evil larry.

　　⤷ userrando9966 he said as he knew that he hurt the world’s feeling 🥀🥀

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A/n: Had to write dad!Spencer ( cause I'm rewatching Criminal Minds )

The BAU bullpen was unusually quiet for a Wednesday morning—that is, until Spencer Reid strolled in carrying a diaper bag over one shoulder and his nine-month-old daughter perched on his hip.

Her fine curls bounced with each step, her big brown eyes wide with wonder as she looked around the open space. Her pink socks kept slipping off her chubby feet, and Spencer kept one hand firmly under her bottom, the other occasionally adjusting the strap of the bag threatening to fall off his shoulder.

“Alright, sweetheart,” he cooed softly, settling her on a blanket on the floor beside his desk. “Today’s the day. We’re going to say your first word, okay? And it’s going to be data or daddy or mama because I don't want to sleep on the couch.”

You let out a snort placing a kiss to Spencers temple before running through your daughter's curls. "Mama would never do that."

She responded with a delighted giggle grasping your fingers before reaching for one of the colorful stacking cups he brought with them. Spencer sat cross-legged in front of her, voice soft and encouraging as he repeated slowly, “Da-da. Daaaaa-da.”

His daughter squealed in amusement, kicked her feet, then shoved the cup directly into her mouth.

Spencer sighed, amused but determined. “You’re going to be a prodigy and start talking early, I can feel it. You’ve already got 21 teethers. You’re statistically advanced.”

Just then, his phone buzzed. He stood reluctantly. “Stay right there. I’m just going to grab your bottle from the fridge.”

No sooner had Spencer disappeared into the small kitchenette than Derek Morgan sauntered into the bullpen, grinning from ear to ear.

“Well, well, well,” he chuckled, kneeling in front of the baby with exaggerated charm. “A little Reid in the wild. You’ve got those chubby cheeks and big eyes—ain’t no way you’re not already trouble.”

She blinked up at him, lips shiny with drool, then reached out toward him.

Derek leaned in, tapping her nose lightly with one finger. “You know what name you should say first, princess? Derek. Come on now, say it with me. De-rek. De-rek.”

She stared intently.

He smiled wider. “Come on, you got this, baby girl. Derek.”

The moment Spencer’s footsteps echoed from the hallway, Derek jumped to his feet and power-walked away, casually whistling and definitely not looking guilty, your lips twitching into a smile as you pulled out your phone to film what is about to happen.

Spencer stepped back into the room just in time to see his daughter light up—hands flailing, legs kicking against the soft blanket—as she opened her mouth and let out a triumphant:

“Deh-wek!!”

There was a beat of stunned silence.

Spencer froze. “…What?”

His daughter clapped her hands together and squealed again: “Deh-wek!”

He stared at her in betrayed disbelief. “No. No, no, no. You did not just say Derek.”

She giggled in delight, proud of herself.

Spencer scooped her up, aghast. “I have read to you every night since birth. I say ‘Dada’ fifteen times a day. And your first word is Derek?!”

From across the office, Derek’s triumphant laugh echoed. “Genius daughter, genius taste!”

Spencer shot out of the bullpen, baby safely in your arms with a flustered rage on his face. “Morgan! You sabotaged me!”

The baby squealed with glee in yours arms, grabbing a fistful of the soft fabric as Spencer stormed after his best friend.

You nearly fell out of your chair laughing, clutching your daughter close as you watched Spencer chase Morgan down as your daughter kept babbling, “Deh-wek! Deh-wek!” In your arms.

“Guess we know who the favorite is,” Garcia chimed from beside you, sipping her coffee with a smirk.

You grinned and shook your head, already saving the video on your phone “I’m definitely saving this for her baby book.”

Spencer dashed past in hot pursuit of Derek, his voice echoing through the bullpen:

“You planted that word in her head! That was premeditated speech sabotage, Morgan!”

Derek’s laughter could be heard bouncing off the walls as he jogged backward down the hall. “Don’t hate the player, Pretty Boy! Hate the game!”

Your daughter squealed in your arms, kicking her legs and proudly chanting, “Deh-wek! Deh-wek!”

You grinned, resting her against your hip as you gave her a kiss on the cheek. “You’re a little traitor, you know that?”

She clapped, drool dripping down her chin. “Deh-wek!”

You started to turn back toward Spencer’s desk when the elevator dinged and opened smoothly.

Out stepped Aaron Hotchner, immaculately dressed in his usual dark suit, briefing folder in one hand, phone in the other. He barely got two steps into the chaos before his eyes took in the scene:

—Derek sprinting past him, laughing like a man who had just won a lifelong bet.

—Spencer right on his heels, baby wipes falling out of his back pocket as he shouted, “SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO SAY DADA!”

—You holding the baby like a football as she cheered them both on with delighted cries of “DEH-WEK!”

Aaron stopped.

Paused.

Blinked.

You met his eyes with a calm smile. “Morning, Hotch.”

Your daughter waved at him. “Deh-wek!”

Aaron exhaled, turned slowly on his heel, and without a word, stepped back into the elevator.

As the doors began to close, you could swear you heard him mutter a resigned, “Nope.”

You adjusted your daughter on your hip, chuckling. “Welcome to Take Your Kid to Work Day, sweetheart.”

[cod-dump]

I have a running gag in my head that Price keeps extra gear on him because he knows around the holidays, his boys would tackle the shit out of him.

Does the gear help?

Nope.

He wears that padded gear used to help train dogs. Head to toe, impossible to ignore. Price didn't have to explain, like they were waiting for it to be mentioned. They tackle him. Price has gotten run over enough times now to prepare. The holidays seem to get them extra hyper and he knows it's only a matter of time until Ghost bulldozes over him.

They have a sense of when not to even think about it. They're not animals. Besides, they know Nik cam get away with things they can only dream of.

[musingsofheaven]

MILK AND PEACHES.

best friend!tashi duncan x roomate afab!Reader

nsfw. clothing kink. power dynamics. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀overstimulation. somatic focus. praise & degradation.⠀ lactation kink (fantasy). dubcon-adjacent. oral fixation. ♡

When Tashi is in the mood, you won’t get any rest. That’s how it is. Like right now, you’re walking back from the bathroom barefoot, hair damp and warm against your back, and she’s right there, leaning lazily in the doorway of your shared dorm like she was waiting. Like she heard your steps and got bored, or maybe just needy for you, and wants to play.

“Took your time,” she says, voice all slow honey and mean affection. You smile, soft, sheepish- only for her hand to slide under the hem of your big shirt. You raise your hand at her action before you feel her hook two fingers into the waistband of your panties. You freeze. And then- yank.

The fabric pulls tight between your legs, wedging up between your folds. You let out a soft noise, more surprised than hurt. Biting your lips quickly and closing your eyes briefly. But she doesn’t let go.

She pulls again.

Yank.

The cotton sinks higher, dragging over your clit now, slicing between your pussy lips like a wedge. Your thighs twitch, and you feel yourself getting wetter.

“Tashi,” you whisper, but she hums, not listening to you since she has already made up her mind about what she will do to you, and gives one more sharp tug.

You stagger half a step back- into her. She catches you by the waist, laughter warm against your neck as she walks back with you to her bed and sits you down on her lap like you’re weightless. Your shirt rides up in the process. The underwear’s practically almost transparent at this point, and she just keeps doing it.

Pull.

Rub.

Snap.

The fabric goes stretches, and each time it moves. God, it’s such a soft material and it’s new and… it presses right to your clit, soaked through with your slick. You whimper. She grins.

“I missed your pussy,” she murmurs, mouthing slow kisses up your neck now. Breathing hard and inhaling your fresh bathed body. One hand snakes around your hip, down to your belly. The other is still pulling, now from the front- teasing, so deliberately slow it hurts.

“Feel that?” she whispers against your ear, licking your earlobe.

Her hand at your front gives the tiniest little rock, dragging the fabric- wet, sticky, hot- right over the center of you. You twitch. She laughs. “God, this pussy loves being teased.”

You squirm in her lap, hips shifting without meaning to, trying to chase more friction- but her other arm locks around your waist, pinning you back to her chest. She’s stronger than she looks considering all of that tennis training she has.

“Ah-ah. Don’t grind on me like some desperate little thing. I’m not even touching you yet.” Another slow tug. Just to prove a point to you. You can feel the fabric dragging sticky against your slit, each side of your pussy wrapping around it like it belongs there.

And then- her mouth again, lazy and mocking against your neck, “She’s so fucking cute like this. Look at her- stuffed full of cotton and still leaking.”

She starts rocking her fingers, then tiny back-and-forth pulls from the front. Fuck. You already told her before not to do that because it messes up the garters of your panties, but she still does it. Each pull of it sending the soaked cloth rubbing directly against your clit. You whimper. It’s too much and not enough.

“She missed me, didn’t she?” she coos, like she’s speaking to your cunt now, not you. She does that. Talk to her. Talk to your pussy. “You poor thing. I leave for one weekend and you’re dripping for me through your panties like a slut.”

You nod. You can’t speak. But you hum and whine for it. Her teeth scrape lightly against your neck. Her fingers still haven’t moved the fabric aside.

“Maybe I’ll let her come like this,” she murmurs. “Maybe I won’t even touch her properly tonight.”

But her fingers already slip under the waistband to contradict that statement. And she doesn’t yank this time. No sharp tug. No teasing pull. She peels them down. Just to your thighs.

The cotton drags wet over your cunt as it lowers, catching for a moment on the shape of your clit before it slips beneath- leaving your pussy bare and messy in the cool air.

Tashi moans under her breath like she’s the one getting touched. “God,” she whispers, one hand cupping your hip, the other hand spreading you open so casually it’s obscene. “Look what you did to yourself.”

She parts your lips with her fingers, she looks at it while she rubs gently each lip while she’s showing it open, slick stringing between them, everything throbbing from how long she teased. Her thumb strokes once, lightly, over your swollen clit and you jerk- a breathy whine slipping out before you can stop it.

“You’re twitching,” she says, voice like velvet. “Poor thing. You needed this so bad, didn’t you?” And then her hand moves- really moves.

Left hand slipping between your legs to rub tight little circles on your clit, slow but with pressure. Not teasing anymore. Just mean. Like how she usually is when she’s in the mood. Right hand slides lower- two fingers pressing at your entrance, already soaked, already fluttering open for her. “Tashi- ” you gasp.

“Shhh.” She kisses your neck again, sweet and mocking, like you’re not gushing all over her fingers. “Let me make it up to her. She waited so patiently.”

You gasp as her hand shifts, not pushing in like you thought- just letting her fingers hover at your soaked little entrance. Feeling how hot you are, how your pussy flutters open for her on instinct. She could feel it beating. You try to push your hips forward, but she doesn’t give you the satisfaction.

“Not here,” she says quietly. “She deserves better than my lap.” And before you can ask, she’s lifting you again- strong arms under your thighs, the wet crotch of your panties still stretched around them, clinging like a brand. She lays you down. Onto her bed. Onto her pillow. Onto the softest place she knows.

Your legs part on reflex. Wide and open for her. Panties stretch when you open your legs. She stays kneeling between them. Tashi’s eyes drag over you- shirt bunched, panties caught at mid-thigh, pussy swollen and soaked from all her teasing. Her voice dips lower.

“Look at her,” she murmurs, like she’s talking to your cunt again, not to you. “Such a good girl for me. She waited so long.” And finally- finally- her fingers hook into the panties and drag them down.

Not rough. Not playful now. Just slow. Careful. She pulls them all the way off this time, tossing them aside. And you’re bare… but you already are bare down there and now just no more panties on your body or on your thighs. Your cunt’s glistening. Puffed up. Needy.

Tashi exhales like it’s the first breath she’s taken all night. She slides her hands up your thighs, settles low between them. Her face inches from your heat. But she doesn’t go there first. She goes up. Hands glide beneath your shirt again, pushing the fabric up, up, and up until your breasts show to her and trembling in the air.

Her mouth is on you before you can even cover yourself. She sucks. Deep, open-mouthed, wet. No hesitation. She latches like she believes you’re full of milk and she’s starved for it.

“Fuck, they’re heavy,” she breathes, moaning against your skin. “So full for me.”

You shake your head, panting, “They’re not, they’re not- ”

“They are,” she insists, taking the other into her mouth now. Tongue swirling around the nipple before she suckles again, hard. Tongue flickering, playing with it. “You just don’t know how much you make.”

One hand comes down. Trails between your legs. Her fingers slide through your folds, warm and wet and finally real. “You’re dripping,” she says softly. “Everywhere. Bet you’re full here, too.”

You whine. Her mouth never leaves your tit, sucking with soft desperation now, as her fingers press down on your clit- just enough to make your hips jump. She doesn’t stop.

Even after your hips jerk, even after you gasp her name like a warning, like a plea, she keeps her mouth on your tit- sucking slow, steady, like there’s something sweet in you she won’t go without. Your back arches off the bed.

Her fingers fuck you deeper, curl up inside you so perfectly, and her palm grinds where you’re dripping- slippery circles that make your thighs twitch and your stomach tighten. You’re going to come. You need to. You have to. You want to. It’s too much. Too hot. Too good. But she won’t let you fall apart just yet.

“Say it,” Tashi murmurs, lips brushing your nipple. “Tell me what you’re feeding me. Tell me what she’s so full of.”

You shake your head, breath hitching. Too embarrassed by it. “No, it’s- it’s not real- ”

She groans against your chest, suckles harder. Two fingers fuck up into you, slow and deep, and you feel it- your cunt tightening around them, messy and hot and pulsing. You can’t stop crying.

“Yes, it is. You’re leaking for me. Just for me.”

“I- ” you choke on a breath, whimpering. “I don’t have- ”

“Don’t lie,” she hisses, biting on your nipple. “Your tits are aching for me. You need me to drink from you.”

She sucks again, loud, her tongue flicking your nipple until your hands fly up to clutch her hair, tug her closer, like it’s true. Like she’s pulling something out of you, slow and needed. Like she wants it to spurt in her mouth and make it full. “Say it,” she commands again. “Say you’re full for me.”

Your pussy flutters around her fingers. She feels it. Smiles. “S-say it,” you echo, voice breaking- then gasp, moan, collapse into her mouth when her fingers press up and stay “…’m full,” you whimper. Eyes closed. Legs shaking. “I’m full of milk, Tashi- please- ”

“Fuck,” she growls. You don’t get a chance to breathe. She sucks harder now, drinks from you, greedy and wet and groaning against your skin like it’s her first meal in weeks. Her fingers don’t let up- fucking you through it, her palm slick and filthy where it rubs your clit.

You break. Come with her mouth still wrapped around your tit and her fingers deep inside you, sobbing into her hair as your thighs shake and your pussy spills all over her hand. And she doesn’t stop. She drinks you down like she believes every word you said.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓© 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Death Wish 17

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, violence/abuse and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Bucky Barnes

Part of the mob drabbles au

Summary: you’re desperate for a way out of your life and you ask a powerful man for help (plus!reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

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You sit beside Bucky. He’s stoic. Patient in an ominous way. You don’t try to mimic him. You know you can’t. You just keep still and listen. He does too. 

“Something in the boats, boss. Someone undercutting us down in the southeast.” Gio explains. “That fisherman, he drove off when I tried to talk to him.” 

“Hm,” Bucky nods. “And you’ve been watching? How do you know there’s something coming in?” 

“Just the way he’s actin’.” 

“The way he’s acting,” Bucky clucks and taps his fingers on his jaw. “Not much of a reason to pull the alarm. Put some eyes on the dock. Come back next week.” 

“Yes, boss. I’ll put my boys down there.” 

“Good,” Bucky sits back, hanging his arm over the side of his chair.  

He reaches for you, taking your hand and bringing it onto the high armrest. He squeezes. You focus on your posture. You resist the urge to look around at all those eyes staring back. You know they’re watching you. They have since the moment you got here. 

“The flower shop on third,” another man steps up. You recognise him. He used to come see your dad; Alfie. He meets your gaze with a squint. “They didn’t pay me in full. Said they can’t make cut.” 

“How much is cut?” Bucky asks. 

“1500” 

“Fifteen?” Bucky scoffs. “That’s as much they’d pay the government for their license. Take half.” 

“Half?” 

“Jumped up little man,” Bucky sniffs. “I got capos not taking that much from business in north side. Half. You’re lucky I don’t ask for it all myself.” 

He snaps his fingers and dismisses Alfie with a flutter of fingers. The older man gives you a long look as he backs up. His lip twitches. 

“One more thing,” Bucky drawls and shifts. “When you look at my woman, you don’t do it like that.” 

Alfie flinches. “I ain’t--” 

“Don’t fucking lie to me. Now walk away.” 

Alfie grits his teeth and lowers his head. He retreats. The air in the room turns stagnant. You focus on not fidgeting. You don’t want to draw any more attention. 

And the dress. It cinches to tight in the middle, it shows too much of your chest, it hugs your figure a little too snugly. You are dressed up like something you aren't.

“I got a wedding to plan. I need you all to start carrying your weight. You got a problem, go to the underboss. I’m not taking council over florists and fishermen.” He tuts. “Oh and make sure you RSVP.” 

He stands and tugs you up with him. You rise and adjust the high arch of the heels. He draws you to him and kisses your forehead. 

“Come on, doll. Now that it’s top of mind, we need to figure out flowers.” He lets go of your hand and puts his hand on your lower back, ushering you out of the room without a glance sideways. 

As the door shuts behind you, you exhale slowly, quietly. He takes you down the hall and up the stairs, pointing you up first. As you climb, he hums. “Perfect view.” 

You stiffen but keep going. You walk past a door and he chuckles. You turn back as he opens it. 

“You forgot?” He wonders. “It doesn’t remind you of that first night?” 

You blanch as you near him. You look him in the eye. “I remember.” 

His eyes flick up and down. He waves you inside. You enter ahead of him. The door clicks shut behind him and he brushes his palm along your rear as he dips in behind you. 

He goes around the desk to the cabinet in the corner. He pops open the glass door and takes out a dark bottle. He pushes his fingers into two glasses and pinches them together. He spins and carries it all to the desk. He sets them down with a clink. 

Quietly, he pours. He peeks up at you. A lock of dark hair falls forward. His dark tie is knotted high and firm, his collar starched and perfect. He puts the bottle down. 

“You asked me to do it.” 

“You didn’t.” You blurt out and look away. You shake your head and blink. Your finger twitches. You feel the trigger, you smell the gun powder. 

“I gave you the power you wanted.” 

You bite your lip. This isn’t what you asked for. You asked for safety. For peace. For your sisters. 

He comes around the desk. You sense him. You smell the alcohol before he holds out the glass. You glance at it and hesitate. 

“I don’t drink.” You say. 

“You need it.” 

You take it and turn away. You put it back on his desk. You keep your back to him. 

“You did good,” he says. You can hear him slurp. “You sat and listened. You didn’t let that man intimidate you.” 

“Why would he? He’s not you.” 

Silence. He drinks again. He comes up next to you. 

“You scared of me?” 

“I know I’m not in charge.” You shrug. “I know how it goes. I’ll do what needs to be done. Whatever it is you need me to do.” 

He sighs. “I’m not like him, don’t treat me like I am.” 

Maybe not, but the situation isn’t so different... 

“I know,” you lie. “Last week, I was just his daughter. I only had to worry about my sisters. It’s... a lot.” 

“And I know you can handle it, doll,” he rubs your hip and sets his glass down. “Come here.” 

He turns you to him, cradling your cheek as he steps closer. He squeezes the soft curve of your hip and smirks. His nose brushes yours. 

“I chose you because I know you can. You know when it’s time to take out the trash.” He caresses your cheek. “And you got a hell of a poker face.” He leans in and kisses you. You can taste the smoky scotch on him. He draws back and gazes at you, purring. “I’m gonna call your bluff, one day.” 

[uninterestedseductress]

It's so cute that I think I puked a rainbow.

You really do think Caleb was a dog in his past life.

Here you are, on your bed dying from the most excruciating period cramps you think you've ever had in your entire life and Caleb has his head on your uterus.

It's honestly your fault for saying the hot water bottle wasn't hot enough, and… probably yelling at him too in the process. He panicked, you could see the gears turn in his head before he made you lay down on the bed and then planted his head on your stomach. “There!” He said triumphantly, if he had a tail you're sure he'd be wagging it, he looks so stupidly proud of himself as he nuzzles into lower abdomen. “You always say ‘I'm so insufferably hot’ when we cuddle at night, so I'm your hot water bottle now.”

You sigh and Caleb's head rises and falls with your breath, you can't be mad at him, not when he's giving you those big puppy dog eyes. “If it gets uncomfortable, I'm banishing you to the couch." You mumble, relenting finally. Caleb's eyes light up and he nods into your stomach. "I'll be gentle, I promise.” Your hand runs through his hair as he places a kiss on your tummy letting out a boyish giggle. He's far too pleased with himself. You can practically hear his phantom tail smacking against the bed from how happy he was to be helping, and being this close to you.

...

Yeah you're sure Caleb was a dog in a past life.

[rori-is-writing]

Conflict of Interest

A The Pitt Drabble Series.

Drabbles | Teen | Dr. Robby x Nurse!Reader | 669 words ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Summary: An unwanted visitor walks into your E.R. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Tags: Angst, Doctors Behaving Badly, Implied Childhood Sexual Abuse, Nurse!Reader

Read on AO3 or below the cut.

[ A/N: Yes, this is longer than 500 words and I'm technically breaking my own rules about what a drabble is but this idea hit me like a freight train the other day and I couldn't not write it. So shhhhhhhhh. ]

You have always been a standout nurse. A tough nurse. You’ve been hit, pushed, spat on, and groped and all of it you’ve taken in stride and continued on like some stoic Buddhist warrior. 

But not today. 

Because today…he came in. 

The moment you walk into the room and see his face it’s like you’re an animatronic that had glitched mid-loop. Your skin feels hot. Your heart thunders in your ears. Your brain goes all staticky. 

“Oh would you look at that!” The older man says with a delighted smile. “I didn’t know you worked here sweetheart—“

But you don’t hear the rest because you’re already backpedaling out of the room and back into the hallway. 

You can feel your skin tingling like thousands of tiny spiders are skittering over it. You want to throw up. To cry. To run out of this hospital and never return. Instead, for possibly the first time in your entire career, you march up to Dana at the nurse’s station and say, “I need someone to switch patients with me.”

Dana frowns. 

“Excuse me?”

“I need a different patient. Any patient. I’ll even take Princess’s fecal impaction.”

“You will?!” Princess gasped hopefully. Nobody ever wanted the fecal impaction cases. 

“Why do you need a different patient? What’s wrong with him?”

You swallow. “He’s my uncle.”

If anything, Dana looks even more confused. “I know nobody is supposed to treat their family and friends but you know nobody here is going to rat you out to admin if you decide to do it anyway right?”  

But you’re already shaking your head. “That’s not why. I just…I can’t treat him. Please get someone else to do it.” And then, without another word you walk away, heading straight for the hallway that leads to the stairwell. 

You need some air. 

Now. 

Fifteen minutes later, Dr. Santos finds you. You stare up at her from your perch on the bottom steps, waiting for her to tell you to get back to work. That you’re pathetic for hiding back here instead of just doing your damn job and treating the harmless old man like you’re supposed to.

Instead, she surprises you. 

“He did something to you.”

You don’t say anything, but you don’t have to. It’s written all over your face. 

Her lips thin. 

“I thought so.”

You glance away, wringing your hands to keep them from shaking. 

“Want me to take him?”

You blink.

“…What?”

“As a patient. I’ll take him.”

Your eyes blink even faster. Did…did you hear her right? “But…why?”

“Because you need someone to be mean to him. And I’m amazing at mean.”

You don’t know whether to laugh or cry or throw your arms around her in an embrace. 

“Okay,” you croak instead. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” She said, strangely kind, before a glimmer appears in her eye. “So…how mean we talking?”

You can’t help but laugh, a strangled, pitiful sound if you ever heard one. “Mean enough that he never comes back here again?” 

This time, she smiles.

“You got it.” 

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It’s only later—when you’re finally off the clock and indulging in a greasy, well-deserved dinner with Robby—that you hear what happened. 

“Do you know anything about the patient we had today who stormed out of the E.R.?” 

“Oh?” You say casually, knowing immediately who he’s talking about. You hadn’t been there to see it—having been assisting with a complicated trauma case at the time—but you’d heard plenty about it afterwards from your fellow gossipy nurses. 

“Yeah, apparently Santos decided to do a rectal exam. Even though, according to his symptoms, he had no need of one.” He eyed you carefully. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you?”

“Did she?” You say innocently. “Well, she’s the doctor. She would know better than me.” 

He sighed. 

“Do I wanna know?” 

“Not today,” you tell him as you steal his french fry. “Let’s just…enjoy this. Okay?” 

His eyes soften. 

“Okay.” 

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[kentothirdleg]

jjk men react to you asking them to kill a bug!

ft geto, todo, choso, n nanami౨ৎ

Geto Suguru

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“You’re a special grade sorcerer,” you whisper from behind him, voice shaking. “You can handle curses... Can you please handle this bug before I pass out?”

Geto sets his book down slowly. “What kind of bug?”

“The kind that flies. The kind that looks like it has a passport and a grudge.”

He sighs, stands, and walks to the kitchen with the calm serenity of a monk. You follow at a very safe distance. The second he sees it—

“Oh. That’s disgusting.”

“RIGHT?”

He picks up a glass like he’s about to catch a butterfly and slowly, gently traps the bug. Slips a paper underneath and carries it toward the window with surgical grace.

“You’re releasing it?!” you gasp.

He smiles. “All life is precious.”

“It flew at me with violence, sugu..”

“I believe in rehabilitation.”

You fold your arms. “You wanna rehabilitate that bug, but had a whole cult last year?”

"Alright [꣑ৎ] that's enough.."

Aoi Todo

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"Aoi.”

“Yes, my best friend and queen?”

“There’s a flying bug in the bathroom.”

He squared his jaw. “Say no more.”

He sprinted to the bathroom like a man possessed. You heard a battle cry. A slam. The unmistakable crunch of justice.

When he emerged, shirtless and slightly sweaty, he held the remains in a tissue like a fallen enemy.

“It has been done.”

You nodded. “You are dramatic and I love it.”

He placed a hand over his chest. “A real man protects the woman who appreciates Jennifer Lawrence and fears flying bugs.”

You stared. “I’ve never said I liked Jennifer Lawrence.”

He gasped. “Who are you?”

Choso

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You screamed. He screamed.

You ran out of the room. He followed you, panicked, grabbing your arms. “What happened? Are you hurt?!”

“No! No—Choso, please, calm down. There’s a bug. Big. Flying. I need backup.”

He blinked. “...That’s it?”

“Yes! That’s all!”

He gave you a proud, protective nod and marched into the room with a broom like it was a sword. Five minutes of yelling, crashing, and one broken lamp later, he returned.

Breathing hard.

Broom bent.

Bug: obliterated.

You looked around the wreckage.

“Thank you baby” you said sincerely.

He smiled softly, bloody nose slightly crooked from hitting the wall mid-fight. “I’d do it again.”

Nanami Kento

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You screamed and ran.

Nanami looked up from the kitchen, where he was slicing fruit like it was meditation. You burst in, wide-eyed and clutching the doorframe.

“Nanami. There is a FAT bug in our bedroom. Wings. No remorse. I need you to kill it NOW.”

He blinked once.

Then again.

Then set the knife down gently, exhaled through his nose like he just got assigned unpaid overtime, and muttered, “I work twelve-hour days, and this is how I spend my evening off.”

You followed him back down the hall at a distance, peeking from behind him like a child watching a horror movie through their fingers.

“There,” you pointed. “Right there. Look at it. It’s thick. It’s got muscle. I swear that's the thickest bug i've ever seen.”

Nanami pushed his glasses up and stared at the insect with a disgust usually reserved for curses or unpaid taxes.

“That is not a bug. That is a pestilence.”

You: “Right?!”

Without another word, he took off his house slipper with the quiet precision of a seasoned assassin. He measured the distance. He waited for it to stop moving.

And then— SMACK.

Nanami turned to you, completely unbothered, slipped his slipper back on, and said, “Handled. Is there anything else terrorizing the peace in this apartment, or may I go back to slicing mangoes?”

You blinked. “...You’re the sexiest man alive.”

He adjusted his tie even though he wasn’t wearing one.

“I’m aware.”

[hvnty]

𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐱 𝐌!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Clark sat at his desk in the Daily Planet, deep in conversation on the phone, discussing a story for the Daily Planet. His brow furrowed in concentration, his glasses sliding down his nose as he adjusted them with a quick push. Meanwhile, you were hidden beneath the desk, the cool surface of the wood pressing against your back. “Yeah, I understand the urgency, but we need to make sure we have all the facts before we publish,” he said, his voice steady and authoritative. The thrill of being so close to him, yet so hidden, sent shivers down your spine. You could hear his voice, smooth as he spoke to a colleague about the latest scoop.

“Yeah, I think we should follow up on that lead,” Clark said, his voice steady, but you could sense a change in his demeanor as you continued your teasing. You took him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip, and he stifled a groan, his grip tightening on the desk. “Uh-huh, that sounds good,” he managed to say, his voice slightly strained. You could see him adjusting his glasses again, trying to maintain his composure. You began to move your head, taking him deeper, and he bit his lip, trying to focus on the conversation. “I’ll get back to you on that,” he said quickly, clearly distracted now. “I just… need to check something.” “What are you doing down there?” he breathed, his voice low and filled with surprise and desire. 

“Just a few more minutes,” you whispered, pulling back just enough to tease him, your breath warm against his skin. Clark’s eyes narrowed playfully, frustration and desire swirling within him. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he chuckled, shaking his head as he tried to refocus on the conversation. Clark’s breath quickened, and he could feel the tension building within him. “I— I really should—” he stammered, but the words fell away as he surrendered to the moment, the call forgotten as he leaned back in his chair, allowing himself to enjoy the pleasure you were giving him.

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[messysketchyobeyme]

Something hit the back of Satan's head. He snapped his head back and saw a paper airplane flutter to the floor. He was ready to scold Asmodeus for passing notes in class, again, until he saw your face a couple of rows away. Although the way your eyebrows scrunched together in concentration suggested that you were diligently taking notes, the fact that you kept sending glances his way every few seconds tore your ruse to shreds.

You were still relatively new to the Devildom, having only just freed Belphegor from the attic a few weeks prior. Despite having a pact together, you were such an enigma to him. Why pass notes in class when the two of you lived in the same house? What would be so urgent that you couldn't bear to wait an hour to speak in between classes?

Satan picked up the airplane from the dusty floor and unfolded it on his desk. One word was hastily scribbled in the corner.

Hi.

He rolled his eyes. Were you a child? Satan wrote a note of his own. Why are you writing notes in class?

Satan folded the notebook paper into a crisp square and turned to face the demon behind him. He raised his eyebrows and bobbed his head toward you. You were grinning at him in the most conspicuous way possible, but Satan chose to ignore that. The demon followed his line of sight before scoffing and taking his note.

Satan turned back around, not bothering to see if the paper had made it back to you. He didn't need to, considering how, after a few minutes, your note—now folded back into an airplane—fluttered toward him. He grabbed it mid-air. He was glad that the professor was too busy writing on the chalkboard to notice anything going on.

After unfurling the page, he noticed that you had basically written a paragraph this time.

Because it's fun! We do it all the time in the human world. Ask Levi. He would know. Besides, I am SO bored. I would rather listen to another one of Lucifer's lectures than hear a word about how the Devildom used to be a forest or whatever.

P.S. Sorry about hitting your head earlier. That was an accident.

Satan flicked the corner of the page. While he was glad you had apologized, you didn't need to. Satan wasn't upset at you. You probably saw him scowling when he first turned around, but that wasn't directed at you.

I know it was an accident. You don't have to apologize, but you do have to pay attention. We have an exam next week.

He refolded the piece of paper and handed it over his shoulder without turning around. The demon grumbled under her breath, but she took his note, anyway.

In less than a minute, the paper was back on his desk.

Can't. Someone's distracting me.

Despite himself, heat crawled up Satan's neck and sprawled across his cheeks. He squeezed his pen in his fist. What was wrong with him? Satan wasn't the type of person to blush so easily, especially not at a few words messily written in the margins of a page ripped straight from your notebook.

It was nothing. This was nothing! Satan didn't even know whether you were talking about him. You could have been referring to some demon who was smacking their gum or something.

He tried repeating these words to himself, but that did nothing to stop the way his heart had ever so slightly sped up in his chest.

Satan spun around in his seat to face you. You were resting your cheek against the palm of your hand, not even bothering to hide your blatant staring. You were unabashedly waiting for his response. Satan understood your little game, now.

I have a private study room booked after class. Come find me.

He folded the note and handed it back to you.