#i turned on the computer to use it and also it sometimes helps warm the room but my internet keeps disappearing
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could you write stressed college gf headcanons for chris too 👉👈 matt's are so damn cute
chris x stressed college!gf headcanons:
-something about chris you’ve noticed since you’ve been together is that he has a habit of feeding off peoples energies, but possibly in the worst way
-so when finals come around and you’re an anxious, stressed mess, so is he
-and because of that, he’s constantly looking up the material you have to study and telling you random facts about it in hopes that it helps in anyway
-“hey babe,” he says while you sit as his computer desk, highlighting things in your notes. “yeah?” you say, not tearing your gaze away from your notebook. “did you know that 95% of the ocean is still unexplored?” you do glance at him that time, eyebrows furrowed. “yes i did. why do you mention it?” “well i’ve just been reading about marine science for a couple hours and that’s just fucking insane to me”
-it never really adds anything to your review, but it makes you smile regardless at how hard he’s trying
-his support is absolutely unwavering, so as soon as you start to doubt yourself or talk down to yourself, he’s there to put a full stop to that shit
-“i’m never gonna fucking pass,” you flop back in his bed, blowing a frustrated breath out. “i can’t remember any of this shit and it won’t matter how long i spent studying because i’m gonna get in the exam room and absolutely choke-”
-“stop talking about yourself like that.” he’d cut you off. “you’ve been working nonstop to pass this test and you’re like the smart person i’ve ever met. i don’t wanna hear any of that. the more you say it, the more you’ll believe it and it’s just not fucking true. understood?”
-it makes your heart do backflips
-i think he’d be the type to pack you a big of snacks or a meal for days he knows you’re gonna be in the library all day studying
-you’d come up to the living room with your bag slung over your shoulder and your hair still wet from the shower and place a kiss on his cheek as you leave. “i’m going to study, baby. i’ll probably be back late.”
-“thats fine, ma. don’t stress yourself out too much.” he’d pause the show he was watching and turn in his seat on the couch slightly. “i made you some food to take with you. make sure you eat it, i worked hard on that.”
-“chris, this is so sweet. you’d didn’t have to do this.”
-he’d give you a strange look. “why wouldn’t i? i need my girl to be taken care of. plus i knew you would ignore me if i told you to eat. shit is so annoying.” he’d roll his eyes while you shrug.
-“oh fuck off. sometimes i just forget.”
-he would also help you study, using all the guides you’ve done. he’s soooo the type of bf to give a kiss for every right answer too. it keeps you motivated and keeps him happy. kissing you is his favorite thing to do after all.
-when you would get so stressed and anxious about failing you would cry, his heart would actually break
-you would be on like hour six straight with no breaks and he would close your books, starting to put everything away
-“chris, what the fuck are you doing! i have so much more to do.”
-“no. you’re driving yourself crazy and it’s not good for you. you’re done for tonight. i’m gonna run you a bath and then we’ll watch a movie.”
-you’d pretend to be mad but actually be so grateful he could see you were close to breaking down. to be loved is to be known
-chris goes with you in the morning and waits for you in the car while you take your test
-he’s waiting for you outside on the hood of your car when you come out, wringing his hands nervously to hear how you did
-when he sees the sad look on your face he instantly goes to grab you and make you feel better
-but when you told him that you passed w flying colors he is so proud of you he nearly cried.
-“yes! that’s my girl! i knew you could do it, baby. my girlfriend, the scholar.” and he’s peppering kisses all over your face while hugging you tightly
-you soak in the moment with a warm heart because you have the best boyfriend in the world and it baffles you just how much he believes in you. you are so in love with him
-and he loves you exactly the same
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my apartment is way too cold and i do not have the energy to do anything but cry about it
#life stuff#three out of six radiators aren't giving any warmth#and the ones not currently working are in the kitchen bedroom and living room (living room has two so one of them is on at least)#kitchen is okay because it gets warm when i wash dishes or cook and i keep the kitchen door closed unless i'm in the room#but my bedroom is way too cold and if i want the bathroom radiator to help the rest of the apartment the bedroom door can't be fully open#i turned on the computer to use it and also it sometimes helps warm the room but my internet keeps disappearing#i want to scream
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In Between the Bookshelves📚
AU Librarian!Miguel O'Hara x Fem grad student reader
(image isn't mine, found it on Instagram under the account @/ brokenohara and asked for their permission to post it)
Synopsis: a normal trip to the library results in a little bit more than you were expecting when you meet the new librarian on duty. Word count 4.6k
A/N: reposting this new and hopefully improved version of one of my very first Miguel fics I deleted a while back. I tried to make him more awkward and cute🖤🤓. Still not totally confident in the smut but oh well. Writing smut is so hard sometimes? Or maybe my skills have gone down, idk 😫 Hope you enjoy...
TW: MINORS DNI, SMUT TOWARDS THE END: FINGERING, ORAL SEX F receiving, Gag(he uses his shirt to muffle your moans) Public sexual activity, talk of anxiety, mention of family troubles and anti-deity/religion language
It's 7:00 pm on a rainy Tuesday night in the middle of October. You just got out of your evening Database Systems class. You can't help but feel poetic as you stroll down the grey, soaked, Manhattan streets twirling your umbrella, hot coffee in a cardboard cup in hand. Your shoulders begin to ache from the thin faux leather straps of your backpack. You're wearing your favorite brown sweater over a short sleeved black dress that hits you mid-thigh, with some holey black tights and your favorite knock-off Doc Martens. Damn, I still need to write that 2 page paper that's due tomorrow..
You decide at the last minute to spend your night at the library. You know you won't get anything done if you go back to your apartment. You spin on your heel and pick up the pace as you head hastily towards the NYIT library in Manhattan.
The library is pretty dead except for a group of three people sitting together in the middle table talking in hushed voices, one woman sitting on the floor scrolling with a laptop, and one jock looking fellow sitting at the computers, cracking his knuckles and bouncing his knee anxiously as he scans his assignment he's typing.
You sit down at the empty table right next to the librarian's desk. Since you're a regular here you recognize Polly, the librarian on duty who is a plump woman who looks to be in her 30s with short curly brown hair, wearing a mustard yellow cardigan and brown corduroy pants tonight. She's stapling papers together and gives you a small nod in acknowledgement as you sit down at the table in front of her desk.
She whispers to you, "I'm actually heading out for the evening, but the new person on duty should be here any minute now if you need any assistance."
You nod, and, speak of the devil, here he comes. You suddenly feel your chest get hot when you lay your eyes on the new librarian.
Tall, dark, and handsome would be the simplest way to define this man's appearance, but that would be a very feeble attempt at doing him justice. Sculpted bicep muscles push against the sleeves of his flannel with the cuffs rolled up halfway on his thick forearms. The flannel is unbuttoned and flaps gently away from his body as he walks, a white t-shirt underneath. He has broad, wide, shoulders and a narrow waist. He's also wearing dark wash athletic jeans and a pair of canvas slip ons. His hair has one stubborn strand in front from his small widow's peak that falls endearingly in the middle of his forehead. His most disarming quality is his eyes. A shade of brown that's earthy and natural like the sediment that decorates stream beds. He wears a stoic expression under large framed glasses.
He nods and mutters a "thank you" to the woman librarian as she shimmies into her coat and leaves. His eyes notice you and latch onto you momentarily. You feel your cheeks grow warm and you turn back to your laptop, unable to resume where you left off, wanting to start a conversation with him but not sure how. After a few painful moments of silence, and a quiet rumble outside from the ongoing rainstorm, you decide to break the ice by telling him your name. He blinks as you tell it to him, and you continue trying to make small talk to try and prod more out of him.
"Have I seen you here before? I come here a lot and I don't think I've met you yet."
"Miguel O'Hara," he answers shortly, but politely. "I'm a grad student. I started working for the university in exchange for assistance with my tuition."
You nod, feeling the heat leave your cheeks a little bit as you realize you could have a normal conversation with this man, and not just be an awkward mess around him the entire time. When he mentions he's a student, you realize you have something in common with him and try to go from there.
"These mid-terms are going to be the death of me. I have just one more paper to turn in then I can finally breathe, thank God..."
Miguel blows a short puff of air out of his nose seemingly in agreement, but doesn't say anything else.
He's quiet. Truth is you are too, and you're stepping way more out of your comfort zone than you normally would. Amazing what a pair of charming brown eyes could do to you.
"Honestly, if I had to work anywhere on campus I'd pick the library too. Seems peaceful with minimal people around, and everyone's required to be quiet by default. The ultimate dream workplace."
Miguel can't figure out why this stranger keeps talking to him, but you brought up a point he feels he needs to clarify.
"Oh, you'd be surprised. Most people that come in here are loud and inconsiderate as hell. And there's always that one person who hasn't heard of shocking headphones. Always."
The corner of your mouth raises. "God, that would drive me insane. Being a librarian isn't all it's cracked up to be, huh?"
Miguel shakes his head. "No. More like a glorified adult babysitter who knows where the historical fiction section and restrooms are located, and that's about it. That's literally the only two questions I get asked all day." He turns to look at you more fully, this conversation a slight breath of fresh air, the first chance he's gotten in a while to air out his grievances as the night librarian.
He continues, complaining about the horny couples he's had the misfortune of overhearing get busy on the beanbags in the far corner, and the people who leave random drinks and empty chips bags on the shelves and seem to have forgotten what alphabetical order means when they put books back.
You listen to all of it, nodding your head, and let out a cackle at his expressions he's making with those defined, bushy brows of his. He talks with his hands and it's a little endearing to watch him be so animated. This expressive side you've managed to crack through beneath his solemn exterior.
Miguel feels warmth rise in his body at the sound of your laugh for the first time. It's genuine and hearty, and honestly it's funnier than whatever bad quip he just made and he can't help but feel a little more attracted to you after hearing it. You were a good listener, and he appreciated that a lot about you.
You glance at the windows across the room, nodding in its direction with a remark about the weather, how rainstorms are your favorite. He tells you he loves them as well.
Soon, the others have shifted out of the library and he's now sitting in the chair across from you leaning his chin in his hand, listening to you speak as the rain gently pelts the windows outside.
He finds out you're originally from a smaller town, and you came to New York City for college and to escape your overbearing parents. You're 26 years old and trying to finish this Master's degree after taking one too many semesters off. You tell him about your mom who's a bit of a pushover, and your dad who's kind of an asshole.
He tells you he's 29 and has a younger brother who lives on the other side of the city, and his mom is similar to yours. She's kind but tends to set herself on fire to keep her kids warm. Like you, his dad is also a bit of an ass.
You're both introverted, but you can fake it when you need to, which he appreciates, otherwise he never would have been brave enough to say something to you this evening.
You two share a love of education and coffee. You discuss religion.
"I just don't get it, I'm supposed to love this guy and accept Him into my heart because He died for my sins even though I didn't ask Him to do that? But yet if I break any of His rules I get sent to the Inferno for all of eternity?"
"Sounds like a toxic relationship." Miguel quips as he spins your nearly empty coffee cup across the table absentmindedly.
"Exactly!"
You two talk about love as he shuffled some stray books back to their rightful place.
"C'mon, I know you've had to have dated at least once."
Miguel shakes his head. "Well, I did date a girl in high school. Knew her since the 7th grade. But she pretty much ripped my heart out when I saw her making out with one of my buddies on graduation night. I've had a couple dates here and there since then but that's it."
You click your pen. "Damn, so we both have exes from hell that we dated in high school?"
Miguel nods his head. "It would appear we do. I'm sorry you know the pain and annoyance of adolescent heartbreak too."
You shrug your shoulders. "It happens, y'know? It's like one of those things in life you're just meant to experience. It's like, unavoidable you know? And there's nothing you can do about it. What would you call that? Like not a trope per se, but almost like.... destiny?"
Miguel shrugs in return, "Like a canon event?"
You raise your eyebrows. "Yeah... exactly. How'd you come up with that?"
The ghost of a smirk appears on his face, "Just made sense to me, I guess."
You two sit at the table again and he asks about your childhood and you explain that you suffered from anxiety as long as you can remember and he looks at you with sympathetic eyes.
You do your best to try and ignore what feels like his knee pressing against your calf under the table. The thought of touching him sends heat waves through your body, but you remain frozen in place to send the message you're not opposed to more contact. Miguel feels it too, and deep down his leg is falling asleep with the way it's positioned but he's too nervous to move, either.
You both love the nighttime over mornings, and you show him one of your favorite playlists. He smiles at you tenderly as he holds one of the earphones to his ear.
Soon, it's 10:30 pm and he needs to do his closing duties. Luckily, there weren't any patrons who needed his assistance during his whole shift, proving his point earlier. Before he excuses himself, you two sit in silence for the longest time, both trying to gauge if now's the time to say goodbye to one another, but neither of you wanting to actually be the one who does.
Not sure if it was the absence of any light outside, the late hour, the good conversation you two shared, or a combination of all three, but the ripple of attraction you harbored for him has now washed over you completely and morphed into a formidable wave, threatening to take over your whole body, the darkness of this library and persistence of the ongoing storm outside pushing you closer to him.
He's staring at the corner of your laptop, similar feelings ebbing through him, not sure what's got into him. The art of flirting turned itself into uncharted territory for him a longggg time ago.
He finally decided to look at you but you're already looking at him and he snaps his gaze back down onto the bare table below him, silently cursing in his head as a shade of red fluster rises in his cheeks.
You realize you're going to have to be the one to be brave this time again. "Well, this has been fun...."
Miguel scoffs, starting to bounce his leg under the table. "You say that in the most sarcastic tone known to man."
You return with a scoff of your own, adding a smile, "Well I mean, technically you were working this whole time, isn't that boring?"
Miguel shrugs, the heat in his face returning. "You made it more fun..." The volume in his voice decreasing to a murmur.
You look down as well, your heart fluttering in your chest. You really wanted to kiss him. Or just be closer to him, you don't know why. Of course he was cute as hell but after talking to him for hours, there was no denying a spark had formed. You just didn't know whether one or both of you would make the first move to actually do something about it.
Miguel can't believe that he's actually going to try and attempt to ask you to stay longer with him, but he's going to. Just to hang out some more, maybe keep up that amazing conversation you two were sharing just before this. Completely innocent.
Well, if the way the glow from the desk lamp keeps on making your face look so warm and alluring, he's not sure he'll have the strength to shut down any escapades that ensue later, as long as you're completely up for it, of course.
He inhales "Um...so not sure if you have things to do later or..."
You look at him, pupils widening with anticipation at his pending question.
He goes to say, "I was wondering if you wanted to keep hanging out," but it gets combined with the phrase, "Do you want to stay here a little longer," and the word jumbo that exits his mouth is a little incoherent.
"Was wondering if you were wondering to stay and keep hanging longer out?"
You blink rapidly at his blunder, and he groans, placing his face in his hands.
You immediately feel bad for him, shaking your head and sliding a hesitant hand towards his arm. You stumble over your words too sometimes and it's always fucking humiliating when it happens, so you feel no judgement towards him whatsoever. If anything now he's even more attractive. Every little cute thing about him is just pushing you towards him closer than ever before.
Your fingertips skim across the top of the table and press gently into his forearm. He slowly rolls his head to look at you, his cheek resting in his arms as his eyes look at you from behind his glasses which are slightly askew from the way his face is positioned.
His face is still red, but his heart flutters at your sweet smile. "Sorry, my brain just...takes a dump on me when I try to be smooth sometimes..." Miguel mumbles with a weak chuckle, running his hands through his hair.
You shake your head. "I do the same thing...but to answer your question....yes please..." Your voice becomes quieter at the word "please", an trickle of lust you added on purpose, hoping he's picking up on the vibe you're putting down with the way you're gazing into his eyes, your fingers pressed against his arm, the subtle scoot closer you just made with your chair.
Miguel releases a shaky breath, oh, he's paying attention alright. Damn it all if he doesn't take the leap right now. He decides to ask one more time to be sure, slowing down so he gets it right this time.
"Will....you stay longer, with me?" his voice is low, almost a whisper even though it's only the two of you in his dark library, but it's dripping with seduction. A low rumble from the rain clouds interrupts the pause between his question and your answer.
"Yeah..." you say softly back with double affirmation, a sneaky smile forming on your lips. He flashes a dazzling smile back at you, a woozy feeling in his stomach for what's about to happen in the next few minutes.
He excuses himself and goes back to his desk, typing on his computer, the excitement of having you alone making him just type nonsense for the first few moments, wheeling away some carts to the back and stowing a stray book back where it belongs.
It's now 11 pm. Closing time. Miguel turns off all the lights except for his small desk lamp. The clouds are still rolling and rumbling outside with the wind whistling against the windows. Raindrops are still decorating the street. It's a beautifully dark, sensual scene just for the two of you.
He laces his fingers in between yours and leads you to a dark space in between two large bookshelves. His hand is clammy, and he's a little embarrassed about it on the inside but you squeeze it reassuringly. There was literally nothing he could do at this point to make your crush on him go away. The shelves tower over both of you, even Miguel, who's 6 foot 9.
He leans a hand against the shelf just above and to the right of your head. He accidentally pins a piece of your hair under his hand, making you wince a tiny bit.
"Augh.."
Miguel's eyes dart in alarm to search for what he did that caused you pain and he realizes your hair is trapped under his hand. He pulls it away, shaking his hand and flicking his fingers in an effort to free any of your strands from it. "Goddamit...."
He rolls his head backwards in exasperation at his epic failure of having zero game tonight. You hold onto the flaps of his flannel, making him look at you. "Hey, hey come on...it's okay...."
He finally looks down at you and his lips fall open at your beauty, his heart rate speeding up much more quickly now, and he brings a shaky hand to your face. In his mind, he can't help but realize he's being a huge hypocrite, committing the same sins as his horny patrons of getting busy in the library. But seriously though, at least he had the decency to make sure it was after closing when he was off the clock.
You feel your knees go weak as he brings his other hand to your face, pulling down your bottom lip with his thumb. He wets his lips and he leans in pressing his tongue gently in the space he opened in your bottom lip, begging to be let in. You oblige immediately, diving forward into his soft lips, goosebumps appearing on your arms.
Oh fuck....this kiss felt good. He forgot how nice it felt to share intimacy with someone, those feelings that laid dormant for so long rising and nearly bubbling past the surface. It's all coming back to him as he just wills himself to get lost in the warmth of your mouth, the sheer layer of your Chapstick leaving a tasty feeling on his tongue.
You considered yourself decently experienced, but the way his lips move on their own show you he's a force to be reckoned with and you'd be more than happy to sit back and let him handle things...this handsome, geeky, sweet librarian...
The noises you two make as you desperately kiss each other are little shuffles as you bump into the shelf behind you, with an occasional "oh fuck...," from Miguel. Hearing how turned on he's getting causes you to let your first moan escape your lips.
Once he hears it, he needs more. His hands make their way to your ass and hoist you up onto an empty bookshelf ladder and he sets you down on one of the rungs. You grab his shirt in your fists, not tearing your lips away from his.
"Do you care about these?" Miguel says softly, out of breath, his mind running a million miles a minute before his actions can catch up to him, gently pinching the thin material of your tights between his thumb and pointer finger as his palms grip the soft flesh of your outer thighs. You shake your head no, wanting to fuck already.
Then, his hand is in your crotch, ripping a whole right in the middle, tearing away at the fabric concealing your ripe pussy away from him as though it's the cover of a brand new novel. His cold pointer finger hooks behind your panties and pulls it to the side. You gasp loudly as you feel his finger and the cold air hit your soaked heat.
He chuckles, his breaths still coming out in rapid, succession, the baritone hum of his voice only adding to the wetness between your legs.
"Sorry, my hands are cold..." Then you can't believe what's happening when he drops to his knees, spreading you open like a book. His elbows pin your knees against the sides of the ladder, the wood pressing painfully into your kneecaps, but the sensation he gives you next makes you forget about the whole thing.
His tongue glosses over your wet pussy like a finger stroking the edge of a page. His nose tickles the tiny hairs sprouting from it as he takes a deep breath in, the smell of you going straight to his cock. He teases the lips of your pussy for a moment, an agonizing back and forth along the slit...
....back....and..... forth
"God....you're so wet..."
Back.....
"Miguel..." you whimper..
and forth...
"Fuck...." your fingers shake as you ball them into a fist...
before his tongue dips into your wet hole. Your back arches on instinct, making your body lurch forward, accidentally pushing his tongue further into you which he welcomes eagerly by gripping low on your ass to hold you in place.
You shudder and twitch violently, throwing your head back at the insanely divine attention he's injecting between your thighs. Miguel pauses for a moment, tenderly licking the inside of your thigh before sealing it with a kiss as his eyes flicker up to you.
"You okay?...." he whispers.
You release a shaky breath you didn't know you were holding, a slightly empty feeling as the mind numbing pleasure was abruptly switched off.
"Yeah, yeah...I'm okay."
Miguel reassumes his position, tongue fucking you. The soft pad of his tongue fondling the plush walls inside you. He lets out a low groan and he feels you turn to putty in his grasp, his head gently bobbing as his tongue completes lap after lap eating you, enjoying you, savoring you....every drop from that pretty pussy soon seeping out of his mouth and dribbling down his chin.
Your moans grow louder than they ever have, plucking him from his pussy-drunk state. He stands up in a panic and rips off his flannel, bunching it up as his eyes do a quick scan to make sure you're both still all alone.
"Shhhh.....baby, we need to be quiet.....bite this for me."
His angelic face comes up to look at you, his forehead pressing tenderly against yours and your eyes go half lidded at the sight of your arousal glistening down his chin, shiny on his thick neck from the thin flickers of moonlight that have managed to leak through the darkened windows of the library.
You do as you're told, biting his flannel and he stuffed it hastily in your mouth, making a makeshift gag as your eyes water. His elbows assume their position pinning your thighs back and he's back between them again.
You understand why he made you a gag as he goes directly for your clit this time. You yelp, your sound muffled by the fabric. Your nails dig into his shoulders, two perfect handles while you ride his face. The material of his shirt is thin and you feel every muscle ripple under your palms as he moves to keep fucking you with his mouth.
Your clit throbs to near overstimulation but Miguel doesn't relent. He swirls his tongue with low sighs of appreciation, unable to tear himself away from the wet heaven in front of his face.
His saliva and your slick mix together until it's all the same. The love you're dripping onto him and the love he's licking into you becoming a lewd stream of passion. He groans into your pussy as his bulging cock begs to relieve itself of all the cum built up with tormenting ache.
He decides he wants to watch you cum. He gets up, replacing his tongue with his thumb and his first two fingers, pumping into you with a circular rhythm and easing your clit at a torturous pace.
"On me, baby...." he whispers.
Your eyes struggle to stay open as you look at him, a little unsure of what he said. "Mmmm?...." You ask with a high pitched sigh.
"Keep those pretty eyes on me..." he repeats, his own eyes going half-lidded from the lure of your mouth hanging open. "Fuck...."
He abandons his plan momentarily as he rips his flannel from your mouth to kiss you again. You invade his mouth with your tongue and he mumbles your name again in response. You start to taste yourself and then whimper when you realize the pleasure is beginning to become too much.
"Miguel," you pant. "Baby, it's so much...." your breaths begin to hyperventilate.
Miguel gives a low sigh when you say his name, his cock straining once more when he realized he drew you to say it. He tilts his head at you, his jaw open and curls into a smile when he sees how crazy he's driving you.
"Cum f'me, baby. Wanna watch you while you do..."
You try to look at a spot on the ceiling but Miguel interrupts your concentration when he moves his head to keep himself in your vision. The spiciness of this sexy encounter banishing all fears he had before. No, he won't let you look at anything else when you cum.
He gives a loud grunt and clasps a hand over your mouth, fingers turning white, muffling your cry of sweet release as you squirt all over his flannel, your passion causing a few books to collapse from the shelf.
You shake and start to shiver all over as the sweat you produced during all the action starts to cool. Your hands are tingly and numb. Miguel gives a soft chuckle and presses a soft kiss into your temple with his wet lips and another one on your mouth before he returns his tongue to your thighs, collecting any remaining arousal left behind.
You rest your head back on the ladder rung behind your head, reeling in your come down. He smiles and plants a kiss into your thigh before bidding it farewell, then comes up and hugs you, nestling you in his tantalizing embrace, as he rests his cheek in your hair.
"Thank you..." you murmur, only barely sobering up from your high, his musk and cologne delivering you to a whole new state of intoxication.
He smiles down at you in response and holds your face in both hands, running his thumbs along your cheeks.
"See me tomorrow?"
You practically melt at those big brown eyes of his, glasses still slightly askew and the neck of his wrinkled shirt dampened with his sweat, silently hoping you will.
You beam up at him and nod enthusiastically and he chuckles and plants a line of kisses on your neck as you giggle underneath him. After a few soft hugs and another round of delicate kisses, he walks you to the door. Making you promise you'll call him as soon as you get home as a reluctant compromise at his uneasiness of you walking alone in the dark.
He watches you walk away into the night and doesn't stop until he sees you safely board the bus. He turns around and goes back inside the library, shutting off his desk light with a small click.
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Turbo Lover
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masseuse!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (one shot)
for the anon request who asked for masseuse Leon; I hope you enjoy it and thanks for your patience! 💜
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, fingering
not proofread ✍️
Title from Turbo Lover by Judas Priest
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“Sarah swears by this place, so relax and enjoy yourself!”
You sigh, drumming your fingers on your steering wheel. After parking in front of a fairly ritzy massage parlor, you’ve been talking to you friend on speaker phone for fifteen minutes as she convinces you to actually go inside.
“I don’t know…”
“Please, you need to go get a massage; work has been stressful like crazy for you so do it. I’m telling you as your bestie.”
You laugh, “Okay, okay. I’ll go in and see what they have to offer.”
“See? It can’t hurt in looking.”
“I know. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Text me!”
And with that the resounding beep signals you’re sitting alone with your thoughts in the car. Sighing, you grab your bag and get out of the car. The front’s pretty minimalistic which seemed on brand for massage therapy you thought.
Walking inside, there’s the generic calming music playing over the speakers with potted plants dotted all around. It smells wonderful though, like some sort of airy floral scent that you just can’t place. You make your way to the front desk and smile at the lady behind the counter.
“Hi,” she smiles at you, “my name’s Sandy, how may I help you today?”
“Hi, I uh don’t have an appointment or anything but I was wondering if you had any openings?”
“Let me check,” she turns her attention to the computer to the side and quickly types, “looks like I have an opening with Claire in ten minutes if that’s okay?”
“Sure.”
“Perfect!” she shines another smile your way, “just fill out this paper for me stating your consent and if you have any allergies we should know in regard to the oils and lotions we use. You can also ask for a chaperone at any time if you feel uncomfortable being alone.”
“Thanks,” you return her smile, a little more at ease.
You quickly fill out the empty spaces and hand the paper back to Sandy.
“Great, just please have a seat and Claire will lead you back shortly. Would you like a water or anything while you wait?”
“Oh uh no but thank you.”
“You’re most welcome.”
You sit down on the nearest chair and pull out your phone to kill the time. Bringing up the ebook you’ve been reading, you easily lose track of the time.
“I’m so sorry, ma’am!”
Your attention is pulled up to a blue eyed, handsome man standing between the desk and you, looking sheepish and apologetic.
“Pardon?”
“Claire was called away on a family emergency, so I’m her replacement. If you’d like you can reschedule to be with her.”
You feel like a fish out of water so you just shrug, “I mean I’m fine with it if that’s okay? If I need to, I can reschedule—“
“No that’s fine,” he smiles relieved, “I just know sometimes people get upset if they come for one of us specifically and don’t get them.”
“Oh,” you place your phone in your bag and stand, “well I’m fine honestly, this is my first time here actually.”
“Really?” the smile he gives you is nearly blinding, “I’ll make sure to make it a great experience.”
“The name’s Leon, by the way,” he turns and leads you down a hallway off to the side.
You feel a little warm as Leon walks in front of you. Since you didn’t give it much thought, you really didn’t realize you could have such a hot guy giving you a massage. His biceps stretch his sleeves while his broad shoulders and back strain against the shirt fabric. Your eyes drag from his sandy hair down to his tight ass. Praying for good luck, you just hope you don’t embarrass yourself in front of him.
Leon pulls open a door near the end of the hall and gestures for you to enter. He follows you inside and points out where you can sit your bag and shoes.
“I can step out if you want to take off your shirt and pants then lay down face first on the table; but, if that’s uncomfortable for you, it’s 100% fine to stay fully dressed and we can get started.”
You glance over at the massage table and then around the pretty spacious room taking in the counter full of oils, lotions, heating stones, and towels.
You turn back to Leon to find him watching you, his face soft and earnest.
“I think I’ll get undressed.”
In for a penny, in for a pound.
“Okay,” he nods, “you can just set your clothes on the chair next to the table if you’d like. Then once you lay down you can pull that towel up and over your body.”
He steps out of the room and firmly closes the door. You pause for a moment and once you’re sure the door’s completely shut, you undress and lay your clothes off to the side. Climbing up onto the table, you lay flat like he suggested and lay the towel over you.
A few minutes pass and then Leon knocks on the door, cracking it open so he can ask, “Is it okay for me to come in?”
“You’re good.”
He steps in smiling brightly again.
“Great, since you booked Claire, she usually does the 60 minute full body massage, is there anywhere you don’t want touched or injuries I should know about?”
You shake your head, “Nope.”
“Alright,” he steps out of your line of sight and you can hear him shuffling through items.
“Just let me know if you get too hot, cold, thirsty, or just uncomfortable and I’ll do whatever I can to accommodate.”
“Thank you, Leon,” you murmur.
“Of course,” his voice is warm like his hands when they come down on your shoulders, slick with some scented oil that smells like coconut.
He asks you simple questions as he works: what you do for work, favorite places to eat in the city, any fun hobbies in your downtime, etc.
He pulls you into easy conversation and has lulled you into state of complete relaxation by the time he’s finished.
He curses under his breath and you hum questioningly.
He sounds a little embarrassed, “Well, I got carried away and lost track of time. But I swear you won’t get charged extra.”
“S’okay,” you laugh, feeling gooey and comfortable, “definitely worth it. Best I’ve felt in ages. I hope I didn’t cut into your other client’s time.”
“Oh no, I was headed home for the day when Claire asked me to cover.”
“If I would’ve known that I would’ve rescheduled,” your tone turns pouty, “Leon, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” he chuckles, smoothing his palms down your back, “this was really enjoyable. Most people come in and completely ignore my attempts at conversation.”
“No way,” you’re affronted on his behalf.
His hands glide down your sides making you sigh, “Yep, just not interested I guess. But you were wonderful.”
You’re glowing from the inside at his words, always a sucker for praise.
“No, you were wonderful,” you finally get out, “I was kinda nervous. But you got a repeat customer.”
He laughs delightedly, “What a bonus.”
You giggle and squirm as his fingers dig into your lower back, “Well I can get ready and take off.”
He digs his thumbs in right above your tailbone making your hips arch up as you moan.
Feeling overwhelmingly embarrassed, you tug on the towel, “Oh god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—“
Leon laughs, “Don’t apologize, it happens more than you think.”
“Oh,” the embarrassment still makes you feel like folding in on yourself, wishing you were anywhere but here.
“Besides,” he presses you flat down onto the table again, hands quickly returning to where they were, “sounded pretty good to me.”
His thumbs repeat the action, digging into the tender spot of your lower back making you keen and rock up.
“There we go,” he coos, “just relax, I got you.”
His hands drag down to your inner thighs, massaging the muscles.
“Leon,” you whimper making him groan.
“I got you honey,” his thumbs glide up from your inner thighs up to your panty covered pussy, stroking your slit through the damp material.
“Think you need an extra special service for being so goddamn sweet,” he murmurs.
He stops to grab the band of your panties, “Is this okay?”
“Uh huh,” you nod, brain already mush and he hasn’t really done much.
He quickly pulls your panties off, tossing them over to your clothes. Pushing the towel up until it’s pooled on your lower back, he caresses your bare skin softly. He pushes your thighs open wider.
“Fuck, pretty little pussy, need to lick her open, see if she’s as sweet as you.”
He pulls you down closer to the edge of the table, so he can get between your legs easier. He spreads open your cunt and spits on your hole.
You keen at the feeling and he does it again.
“Ready?”
“Please, Leon.”
Without any other preamble, Leon buries his face into your pussy with a groan. His tongue laps up the spit to thrust it into your drippy hole. He hums and drags his mouth over to your clit, suckling the sensitive bud until you’re squirming.
He pulls away and twists your hips, “Fuck, baby, turn over for me.”
You quickly comply, spreading your thighs again but he folds your legs and pushes them up as he goes back down on you.
“Oh god,” you wrap your arms around your thighs to hold yourself open for him.
He shows his appreciation for that by sliding two fingers into your wet, fluttering walls searching for your g-spot. With a sharp whine, you rock down into his hand once he finds it.
His eyes crinkle with a smile but it’s hard to tell when he’s tonguing up into your hole along with his fingers. He pulls away and spits on your clit making your hips jump up.
“Fucking sex on legs, coming in here all sweet,” he growls as he goes back to sucking and kissing on your swollen clit, “like I haven’t been wanting to taste this hot cunt inches from my fucking hands.”
“Fuck, Leon,” you mewl, eyes fluttering as he rubs against the spongy spot at the front of your pussy over and over and over.
“Want you to cum all over my mouth,” he lashes his tongue against you clit before sliding it across your pussy lips, “get me soaked.”
He sucks your pussy lips into his mouth then moves to nipping at your thigh before drifting back to your sensitive clit.
“Fattest fucking pussy,” he groans, sucking your hard bud into his mouth making you cry out, hands shakily letting go of your legs to tangle in his hair.
“Oh ‘m so close, gonna cum,” you whimper, rocking down into him, holding his head against your pussy.
He groans, eyes flicking up to yours as he fingers you harder and faster, mouth never letting up as he sucks and licks over your clit.
“Oh, oh, oh, fuck,” your thighs tense and try to close around his shoulders as your back bows, pussy gushing slick as he lets you ride out your orgasm on his fingers and face.
You know you must be pulling his hair too hard, but you can’t stop humping against his mouth as he extends your climax with his fingers on your g-spot. Slick is coating his face and jaw when he finally pulls away, your orgasm ebbing into pleasant aftershocks.
You laugh feeling high on endorphins, “That was amazing.”
“Oh,” you raise up on your elbows, “what about—“
You waves you off with a grin, “What do you think I was doing with my other hand?”
You bite your lip as he stands, spent cock bobbing as he cleans off with a nearby towel. A pulse of want blazes through you.
“Next time, honey,” he laughs seeing your glazed expression and tucks himself away.
“Think of this as an appetizer,” he winks, helping you up and redressing yourself.
“I’ll definitely be back,” you laugh, kissing his cheek as he holds the door open for you.
“I hope so.”
He gives you a short wave when you make it to the end of the hallway. There’s a new lady behind the desk, Carolyn, and she’s more than happy to book you in for Leon’s next available appointment.
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Sick and regressed ☆´ˎ˗ ︶︶︶
Well, while I'm writting this I'm bedridden (likely with covid), and for some reason I really want to spend my sick days regressed and take something good out of it at least.
Getting comfy!
🧦: Pajamas time! Is there anything more regressor-coded than cozy printed pajamas, an animal kigurumi or onesie? I'd say no. And since I'm staying on bed, I'm surely wearing those all day long.
🛏️: Bed setup! When you're bedridden, a bed table ends up being really useful in case you want to do stuff that requires a flat surface. If you have one of those, lucky you! I, however had to improvise with a smooth wooden board standing on my lap, therefore any kind of long, resilient and flat surface can do the job just fine.
🧦: Blanket fort! Alternatively, if you're able to roam around your house or have someone to help, you can build a blanket fort over your bed or a comfy surface to stay in!
🛏️: Sick gear! Runny nose? Bring tissues. Got a fever? Make a cold damp towel for your forehead. Tummy aches or localized pain? Make a hot water compress. And make sure to keep track of the meds you're taking, of course.
🧦: Get your plushies! Since what I got is very contagious close contact with anyone is out of the table, but my stuffies are completely immune to sickness and ready to cuddle! (I'll have to wash them afterwards to disinfect them though)
Games and activities!
🎮: Viddy games! Either on computer, phone or a console (handheld preferred), videogames are perfectly stationary and don't require much movement from your part.
🖍️: Table games! Table games are also stationary and can be played right from your bed if you have a bed table, although most games need other people to play with you, your plushies can serve this purpose.
🎮: Play pretend! Playing pretend can be limited when you're bedridden, but there are some scenarios you're perfectly able to do! Such as pretending you're a shop owner and your stuffies are the clients, pretending your stuffies are your doctors/nurses taking care of you, or vice versa. Things like tea parties and pretend schools are still on the table!
🖍️: Arts and crafts! Being sick won't stop me from wanting to draw and color, since I can do it from my bed anyways! Aside from drawing and coloring, I might as well do some collage and paper craft, just might need help to clean up afterwards.
🎮: Cartoon time! No better opportunity to (re)watch your favorite cartoons than when you're sick, bedridden and bored, right? And since this brings me comfort, here are some cartoon episodes that center on being sick: Bumpy and the Wise Old Wolfhound (Bluey), Steve Gets The Sniffles (Blues Clues), Bear Flu (We Bare Bears), Doctor Daisy M.D (Mickey Mouse Clubhouse), Arthur's Chicken Pox (Arthur)
Snack time!
🍼: Hot drinks! Specially if you're with a cold or a sore throat in general, hot drinks such as hot cocoa and tea are perfect for warming up an icky throat.
🧁: Spices for a sore throat! Like mint, honey, ginger and lemon. I'm sure there's plentiful of drinks you can make using these!
🍼: Give preference to healthy snacks and meals! Like fruits and veggies, yogurt, noodles, soup or sandwiches. Bonus points if they're arranged in a fun shape (animal, plant, star, etc)!
🧁: Keep your appetite in check! It's pretty common to lose your appetite when sick, therefore I'd say it's ideal to keep your meals smaller (and sometimes eat more often) than usual.
Taking care of yourself!
🧸: Stay hydrated! Water is always good, and if you're sick you likely need it more than usual, drinking from sippy cups, baby bottles, straw cups or any kind of fun themed cup is usually more fun and encouraging than boring adult cups.
🧶: Keep your temperature in check as well! Besides from checking if you have a fever ever so often, it's also good to keep yourself warm with blankets and heating if your body feels cold, or alternatively, turning on fans and using lighter sheets instead of blankets if you're too hot.
🧸: Beware the germs! If you got a contagious disease (like me), make sure to properly wash and disinfect anything you bring to your mouth such as pacis, teethers, bottles and cutlery before and after using them. Plus, it's important to wear a mask or ask others to wear a mask when near you as well.
🧶: Resting is key! Some of these days I'm too tired to do anything above, and I'd rather just nap the whole day, and that's okay! Sometimes being sick means not being able to do anything at all and it's important to have your extended napping time to get better.
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141+Alejandro, Rodolfo and Konig Pamper Their S/O Is Overworking and Needs A Break
TW: Fluff, Sfw
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Simon "Ghost" Riley:
Now Ghost pretty much notices everything. Literally. If something was off, he would figure out what's going on and how to solve it
He sees you in the office of the house you two shared. You were going through recordings, and documents. He can see that you are tired through your eyes
He loves you and cares about you a lot. He doesn't want to see you overwork yourself to the point where you are sleep deprived and not eating. This gives him a chance to help you take a break and pamper you.
Simon comes from behind you and holds you by your waist, pushing your hair away from your shoulder and kisses the side of your forehead. This always makes you smile and feel loved.
"Hey love, are you doing alright? I haven't seen you since this morning. You've been working so hard on all this. Why don't you come out to the living room with me and take a break?"
Hey Si, I'm doing ok. I know I'm sorry, I just got caught up with doing all these recordings and documents. I guess I loss track of time. That sounds amazing, baby but I still got-"
"Don't apologize, it's ok. It's also ok to take a break, plus you need it. I just don't want to see you overwork yourself. So let me care if you and I'll even cook us dinner, ok?"
You nodded and smiled softly. You turn towards him as he bent down and kissed you softly.
He picked you up and carried you out into the living room, setting you down on the couch. He made you some tea and massaged your neck and shoulders
After that, he made dinner for the both of you, and cuddled next to you on the couch. He held you while you relaxed in his arms and ended up taking a nap with him
John "Soap" Mactavish:
John notices things pretty quickly when it comes to you or work. He sometimes gets distracted by whatever he's doing at that time. If something's off, he'd figure it out quickly
He noticed that you hadn't come out of the bedroom at all since he was with you in the morning. He decides to go into the bedrolm and see what you are up to
John walks in the bedroom, seeing you typing on the computer and writing things down in a journal. He sits beside you and kisses your cheek which makes you smile
"Hey lass, you doing ok? I haven't seen you come out of the bedroom since this morning. Maybe you should come take a break"
"Hey, love. I'm ok, I have to do this presentation for work and I have so much to do. I just need to finish a few more things and then I can come-"
"Hen, you've gotten a lot done already from what I'm seeing. I just worry about you and I don't need my girl overworking herself. Just let me take care of you, ok? Can you do that for me?"
You nodded and he kissed you softly on the lips. He pulls the computer away and puts it back where it was so he can come behind you and starts massaging your shoulders. He can feel how tense you were from working so hard
John takes you into the bathroom and draws you a warm bath so you can relax. After your bath, you're back in the bedroom and John brings you a warm cup of tea and makes you something to eat since he knew you didn't eat.
He holds you from behind and craddles you into his chest, allowing you to listen to his heart. You finally got relaxed and ended up falling asleep on him. He continues to cradle you and kisses your forehead.
John "Captain" Price:
Price is so caught up with his work, it tends to distract him from noticing things. He's good at catching onto things when it comes to you
He noticed by the afternoon that you hadn't come out of the office for quite some time. He didn't see you come out to eat or even come spend time with him
Normally, he doesn't think much of it cause he knows you work but he ended up being worried about you. He loves you and cares about you so much, so he ends up checking it out for himself
He walks in and finds you looking at the wall. There you were looking at writings, news articles, and pictures to try and connect the dots. He smiled softly and walked over to hold you from behind.
"Hey doll, how are you doing today? I haven't seen you come out at all. How about I take you away from all this?"
"Hey baby, I'm doing good. I just got to get through more of these papers and I'll be done. I'd love for you to do that but-"
"But, you are overworking yourself, darling. Besides, you got a lot done from what I'm seeing. So, how about you and I go cuddle next to the fire pit and I'll even make you something to eat and some tea. You deserve a break"
You sighed and nodded. He took your chin and had you look up at him, kissing him gently on the lips
You and Price walked out into the living room, he started the fire in the pit as you laid down. He also gave you a warm cup of tea before laying behind you and holding you by your waist
His hands were caressing your thighs as you laid against him and you turned to kiss him on the cheek and tell him thank you
He smiles softly and nods while resting with you.
He'd occasionally check on you while you rested against him. He'd see that you had fallen asleep on him and he just continues to hold you the rest of the day.
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:
Kyle normally let's you be when you are working. He doesn't want to be a distraction for you cause he knows work can be important too
He noticed that you were in the office for quite some time. At first, he didn't want to think much of it but he felt the need to go check on you
He walks into the room and sees you, humming at the soft music in the background and going through papers for a presentation.
He smiles softly while turning you around quickly before your eyes and kisses you passionately on the lips
"Hello my beautiful lady, how are you doing? You haven't come out of here for a while now. Why don't you come out here with me and I'll treat you to something to eat? Maybe come relax for a while?"
" Hi, baby, I'm doing good. I know, I guess I lost track of time going through all this stuff. I am hungry and would be nice to get away from all this for while"
He smiles and you do too. He kisses you one more time and takes your time to guide you into the living room. Kyle starts making food for the both of you and gives you a cold cup of water.
After eating, he sits next to you on the couch and wraps his arms around you. He tells you he loves you and you're doing a good job on your project. You smiled because he always knew how to make you feel better
Alejandro "Colonel" Vargas:
Alejandro is almost busy trying to keep up with work and it gets in the way. With you, he will notice everything and it feels like something is off, he'll find a way to fix it
He noticed that you'd been in the spare room of the place you two shared, you hadn't come out for quite some time. Of course he worries about you so he feels the need to go check it out and see if you are doing ok
He finds you, typing up a paper that had to be due for your job. He could tell you looked stressed out and tired
He comes behind you and kisses your forehead, leaving you with a soft smile on your face. He presence always made a difference when he was with you
"Mi Reina, you look stressed out about all this paper. Why don't you take a break and I'll treat you to some relaxation?"
"Amor, I gotta finish this paper by the end of week. I don't wanna be late with this and I'd love to but-"
"Mi Reina, you got a lot done already and I'm proud of you, but you need a break. It'll be good for you. Let me take care of you and I'll cook us some sopes"
You smiled and nodded as you turned towards him. He cupped your face and kissed you passionately. You held his face as he took you out into the living room.
He poured you a glass of water as he started cooking for the both of you. You sat on the couch, watching him cut up the food.
He served you up some food and sat next to you. You laid on his chest, as he caressed your back and pushed the hair out of your face. This made you fall asleep and he continued to hold you while you napped.
Rodolfo "Second In Command" Parra:
Rodolfo pretty much notices everything when it comes to you. He'll drop everything that he's doing to make sure you are doing ok and if you need anything. He loves you so much and you are his life, and treasure
He noticed that you were not in the living room and you'd been in the bedroom for quite some time. The only time he was with you was in the morning.
He typically doesn't try to worry too much about you but since he hasn't see you since that morning, he knew something was up and went to go check it out
He walks in the bedroom and sees you, walking around and papers, pictures and documents, trying to connect everything to a case.
Rodolfo smiles in relief and comes to turn you around by surprise and kiss you softly. You smile and hug him tightly cause you missed his presence
"Mi Alma, how are you doing? You've been here since this morning. Have you ate or anything? Why don't you come out here with me and I'll take care of you"
"Corazón, I'm doing good so far. I know, I guess time slipped away and I wasn't paying attention. No I haven't eaten yet, but the food sounds pretty good right now. That would be great if you did pull me away from all this"
"Your wish is my command, Mi Alma"
You kissed him again and he took your hand to guide you outside on the porch. You sat down as he gave you a soda and started cooking up some food.
After you both ate, he messaged your shoulders and neck. He could feel how tense you were from working
After a message, he started the fire in the pit and sat next to you, wrapping his arms around you. He wrapped the blanket around the both of you as you two laid there, enjoying the warmth of the fire and watching the stars together
König:
Konig notices everything like Ghost. He tends to keep an eye out if he feels like something is off. He also loves you so much that he'll drop everything to figure out what's going on and fix the problem.
As he was putting clothes in the dryer, he noticed that you have been in the office for quite some time. Of course, he worries about you but he really tries not to think the worst so instead, he walks over to see how you are doing
As he walks in, he sees you on the phone with your art director and that you had to get it done by the end of the week. You had already started on it but you were sitting there, with your hands on your head, rubbing your forehead
He came behind you and held you by your waist. He kissed your cheek softly
"Liebing, you doing ok? You seem stressed out. Maybe I can come take you away from this and help you relax?"
"My love, I'm doing ok but I'm stressed out. I have to get this stuff done before the deadline. I'd love for you to do that but I got so much going on here I can't-"
"Schatz, you can do this and I'll be here at support. You need to break and you know I worry about your mental health and physical health. Just let me at least take your mind off it for today. Ok?"
You sighed and nodded. Konig smiled and kissed you softly as he picked you up and carried you into the bedroom. He left the room after to get a hot cup of tea for you as well as something to eat. He came back in the room, giving you the tea and food.
After eating, he got behind you on the bed and messaged your whole back, feeling that you were tense. He then had you lay on his chest
He caressed your back lightly as you began to fall asleep on his chest. He'd check on you and miss your forehead.
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Recordings for Later
Gamer!Ajax x Reader
Genre : Smut
WC : 1K
Summary : Childe got a new computer camera and you can’t help but keep thinking about it..
CW : fem!reader, exhibitionism (filming), degrading, breeding kink, spit, slight praise kink, teasing/orgasm denial, fingering, uhh rough & unprotected sex
A/N : Here’s another gamer!tartag fanfic because trog!childe stays winning. (rise up fellow troglodytes who don’t touch grass.) If you want to read the other one, here it is. Also, you know 100% he would watch these back and jerk off.
Your boyfriend Childe gamed a lot. You didn’t mind it, sometimes joining him in the games he liked. He had spent quite the fortune turning the extra bedroom into your alls gaming room. It was quite impressive. He had recently gotten a desk camera to stream for his buddies while they were eating or chilling on discord. It was a normal camera, yet it had piqued your attention.
You felt dirty, the nasty thoughts filling your mind whenever you entered the room. You couldn’t help but wish he would turn that damn camera on and record the two of you.. You knew he would but it was more about just finding the right time.
You sat on the couch behind him, watching him play.
“Zhongli, are you old?! It’s right there!” Childe threw his hands up, mad about the game. You could only laugh at the sight before you. You could feel your mind wander to the idea from earlier. This would be a perfect time.
Slowly, you got up, hand wandering down the man’s chest.
“Baby, when are you going to be done with this game?” Your eyebrow cocked, hand trailing circles into his flesh.
His face grew red, hand gripping at your wrist.
“Shouldn’t be even two minutes. Stand there.” His voice was stern, making you even more excited. You nodded at his words, hands trailing against his strong shoulders.
“Gotta go! I’ll talk to you all later!” Childe ended the call, eyes wandering over your figure. He stood up abruptly, breath fanning against your face.
“Is someone horny? You want me to fuck you against the sofa again?” His lips dusted across your jawline, reaching down your neck. You moaned into him as he bit down on your pulse point.
“I-I want to try something new.” You spoke up, his cerulean hues meeting yours.
“Do you now? What is it then, princess?” You felt his rough hands trail under your shirt, fingertips digging into your waist.
“Can we maybe use the camera? Like just record it for us..” You felt yourself grow warm, eyes turning away from him. His grip on your jaw forced you to meet his eyes again, a devious look looming in them.
“You want me to film us fucking?” He questioned again and you only nodded, eyes attempting to look at anything but him.
“God, okay. Go sit on the sofa and strip. Leave your legs wide for me.” Childe went over to his desk to set up the camera, leaving you to your own devices. You did as you were told, pulling away at the fabric confining you.
You pushed your legs apart, arousal dripping down as your boyfriend turned. His groans filled the air as he pawed at the tent in his pants.
“Look at you baby, fuck. So wet for me. I’m going to ruin you.” You could only moan as his hands gripped your thighs, hard.
“Show your pretty little pussy to the camera, baby. Show them how good it is for me before I mold you to my cock.”
You spread your legs as wide as they could go, head thrown completely back. Ajax’s deft fingers worked in and out of your sopping hole, getting you closer and closer to your orgasm.
His pace got faster, his fingers rapidly fucking you. He didn’t even give you a moment to think. You felt yourself getting so close.
“Gonna cum, baby! Gonna cum for you!” You breathed out, the string in your stomach about to snap.
He suddenly moved his fingers away, ruining your orgasm. You moaned in defeat, pissed that the euphoria was taken away from you.
Childe’s finger worked itself into your mouth, your own arousal swirling around. “Shh, I know you’re mad. But I wanted you to cum on my cock. Need to fill you full, okay?” You could only plead, moans getting louder at the lack of friction.
“Okay, okay. Get on all fours and look at the camera for me.”
You got into position, Childe’s hand finding it’s way to your hair. His grip went hard, pulling your face as far up as possible.
“Stick your tongue out like the whore you are.” He commanded, your tongue stuck out for the cold air. His face got close before he spat directly into your mouth. “Swallow, slut.” You took the spit down your throat, tongue prodding back out to show him.
“Such a good girl. Go ahead and look at that camera while I give you your reward, okay?”
You could finally breathe a sigh of relief as you felt his dick tip run across your folds. He continued teasing for a minute before you grew tired.
“Baby, please. I can’t take the teasing anymore. Fuck me!” You begged, his hand yanking at your scalp.
“Fine. Remember you asked for it though.”
His cock rammed into you, barely giving you seconds to adjust. The pace he set was brutal, pummeling you into the sofa. You could feel the same tightness from earlier easing back.
“I can feel your wet little cunt squeezing me. Are you already going to cum?” Childe’s hand on your waist smacked lightly, making you jump. Your eyes rolled back as he got faster, pushing you to the edge.
“I’m gonna cum! ‘M gonna cum all over your cock.” You screamed as you gripped the plush pillows, finally hitting your high.
Childe’s thrusts got sloppy, cumming soon after you. “Gonna fill you up, pretty girl. All mine.” You could only sigh at the prolonged pleasure, his hot seed spilling into you.
“God, I should’ve bought this camera sooner. Maybe next time I’ll take photos while I’m filling up your slutty little cunt. It would make a nice screensaver, don't ya’ think?”
#childe x reader#childe x you#childe x reader smut#genshin childe#tartaglia x reader#tartaglia x you#tartaglia x reader smut#tartaglia smut#genshin tartagalia#ajax x reader#ajax x you#ajax smut#genshin x you#genshin impact#genshin imagines#genshin smut#genshin x reader
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Do you-
Do you guys think that when Damian’s been introduced and he starts realising he wants to change but doesn’t know how or whom to ask for help he always ends up with Jason?
Like- Jason went through something. VERY different, but the same feeling of wariness, trust issues and murderous mentors (League of assassins) is something that they have in common. Damian may have already known about Jason after he came back from death and Talia suggested asking him for advice.
He sees Jason isn’t too open to affection. He bats away Grayson’s arm, threatens to kill anyone if they piss him off, swears and scolds Bruce and isn’t all “lovey dovey” or abiding by rules as the first Robin.
But they all still love him.
Bruce still looks out for him, smothers him with affection and safety, even though Jason tells him he’ll be fine. Bruce is trying to gain Jason’s favour and apologise to him, something Damian can’t even believe he’s witnessing. Dick still sees him and talks to him with such warmth in his voice it makes Damian shudder, and Tim also has begrudging fondness sometimes when he thinks Jason isn’t looking.
Why do they all accept him? Why aren’t they throwing him out for falling from their standards? He was not worthy of Robin, he’s massacred people as Red Hood. Yet all of them still stand by him.
It pisses off Damian to no end.
But somewhere along the lines.. he started craving that feeling too. The feeling of being warm, of having someone care for you.
So he seeks him out. And since he’s Bruce’a son, he can’t really communicate well either which makes it fucking hilarious.
Damian:
Jason who just got out of a hot shower: .. how the fuck are you in Paris-
Damian *in his mind* : How did you change? How did you learn to accept help? Why are the rules different for tou? Why is everyone okay with you killing? Why do they still love you despite your mistakes? How can I become worthy?
Damian: Why do people put up with you Todd?
And it’s also funnier when he does this to EVERY other family member without Bruce or Dicks knowledge, and they’re all panicking wondering why he’s suddenly being so ominous.
Jason: - And then the fucker asked me why people put up with me
Stephanie: Dude I was making coffee at 3 am and he demanded to know what I had done that made me feel worthy of being part of the family?
Tim: .. He requested my assistance in helping him understand why I decided to become Robin.
Stephanie: .. well that doesn’t seem so bad-
Tim: While the shithead sipped my last coffee. At my desk. Typing “Is The New Robin Better? On my computer.
Jason: .. he’s gonna try and murder us isn’t he?
Alfred knows what’s happening. He always has, always will. But he barely managed one non-expresssant somehow horrible-at-communication and expert at miscommunication child. It was their turn.
#dick grayson#nightwing#Bruce Wayne#Jason todd#batman#red hood#red robin#Tim drake#stephanie brown#spoiler#Alfred pennyworth#the only sane man#Damian wayne#robin#batfamily#talia al ghul#leave of assassins#batfam headcanon
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“are we muted…?!”
gamer gf!reader x gf!chaeryeong
word count: 930
warnings: dom!reader, sub!chaer, strap-warming, exhibitionism(?) but like others can hear you bc of a voice call you're on...? needy chaeryeong is a must, you're stupid to leave her getting off by herself like ????, nudity, teasing, being called baby and babe?
i created this with the help of @wannabe-icy and all thanks to this ask i hope you enjoy a needy chaeryeong <3
chaeryeong wouldn't call herself needy but rather...she sees the amount of time you spend playing games and wants you to look at her sometimes instead, today was no different. after coming home from getting some lunch she finds you sitting on your gaming chair scrolling on tiktok, hearing her footsteps you turn around and see your lovely girlfriend. getting up to greet chaeryeong almost drops your soda as she sees that you're leggings have a particularly large strap on top of them.
"i know how much i've been playing my games and chaer don't think i hear you whining earlier. i put it on and have been waiting for you to come home to help you with that little wet patch on your pants and baby i know it's not from my soda you're holding so tightly."
placing the food down in the kitchen chaeryeong immediately strips off her clothes and drags you to the living room for some long-awaited loving. "where did you even get that? i've-" kissing her lips chaeryeong can feel just how needy you have been as you kiss her sloppy. a low moan escapes her lips as she starts to grab your neck pushing you close to her and feeling the strap rub against her slit. you take the hint and position it near her entrance when your computer's discord group chat starts ringing. you ignore it and start kissing down her neck reaching her collarbone when your phone starts ringing three times in a row, annoyed you get up leaving a pouting chaeryeong, and see that the other girls have been calling you to hop on and help them on a game.
"stupid discord giving away what i was doing...chaer baby i'm so sorry i have to help them, just this once and i'll be yours for the rest of the evening." kissing your frowning girlfriend you make your way to your chair and connect to the ongoing call with the girls. "hey guys!"
arms crossed chaeryeong watches you get into the game shouting commands at your friends while she's lying on the couch needy and naked. if you weren't going to do anything then she was going to have to take measures into her own hands. your sad smile turns into a gasp as you see your lover slide herself onto your strap gripping your desk as you wait for the next battle to commence. relief washes through your body when you see that you opted to answer with your video off for the call, you give her a warning look silently telling her to behave and be patient....
but chaeyeong also has been known at times to not behave, and you should’ve known better when she started to quiet down as your screen lights up with the countdown to the match. getting used to the feeling of something so big inside her chaeryeong's small mewls are muffled against your hand as you attempt to cover her mouth but soon stop as she nibbles and sucks on it softly. you call out instructions and shift a little in your seat making her gasp at the sudden movement.
heat building up inside her she tightens her grip on your desk and starts to rock her hips back and forth feeling the strap fill her up nice and good making her gasps get louder and more frequent. the girls in the chat assume it's random background noise in the game as the enemy getting slayed by your latest battle tactic and continue playing while you do your best not to focus on chaeryeong's arched nude back and her ass jiggling against your lap.
"ok we're going to scout the area ahead while you hang back, we'll let you know if anyone else shows up to-"
finally having a gap in the game you throw the headphones to the side and grab your needy little strap warmer heading toward your bedroom watch her body shake in confusion as her head is placed against the pillow. fingertips pressed firmly on her hips you see her shift a little and make eye contact as you give her that one look that causes goosebumps to go down her spine.
"what- b-babe i was just-" screaming out loud with chaeryeog's face pressed against the bed you take this moment and pound into her perked-up ass, her hole and loud moans begging you to stop but you don't. within seconds chaeryeong cums all over your strap and legs making you drip at the fucked-out look she has. her face scrunched up from pleasure chaeryeong's soft slow pants are replaced by the loud noise coming from your headphones.
realizing you forgot to mute yourself when you took her to bed you quickly pull out and rush to the office. leaving the call you rub her back as her legs twitch as she calms down from her high. lifting her up you mumble her sweet words and place her against the couch in the living room, shivering a bit before you grab your blanket and wrap her upper body before heading to the bathroom to get things to clean her up.
"i'm sorry chaer i'll never let the girls interrupt our time again. i'll break my phone if i have to." a soft chuckle comes from hiding inside your blanket as she pokes her head out to nod at you.
"if it means we can have rough sex like that again i'll allow it, but um... were we muted the whole time? we were... right...??"
bonus:
chaeryeong wakes up from your evening cuddles, you had gone to take a shower when she reaches for her phone you left it to charge on the table and immediately toss it to the side upon reading the messages of your friends spamming her with thirst memes and messages asking how would she rate your strap skills on a scale of 1-10.
#itzy hard hours#itzy hard thoughts#itzy#itzy smut#hannie.writes#chaeryeong smut#chaeryeong thoughts#chaeryeong x fem reader#chaeryeong hard thoughts#chaeryeong x fem!reader#chaeryeong x reader#chaeryeong hard hours#chaeryeong imagines#itzy chaeryeong#itzy chaeryeong smut#itzy chaeryeong ff#itzy ff#itzy fanfic#itzy x reader#itzy x fem reader#itzy x fem!reader#itzy x you#itzy x yn#gamer!reader#sub!itzy#sub!chaeryeong#🐈 anon
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Hey, eh, not sure if you're aware, but there are plenty of Mabel haters who like to blame her for causing Weirdmagaddeon and claiming she doesn't take any responsibility for it. What do you say to those accusations against your grandniece?
Stanley: I, uh... what? Excuse me? People hatin' on Mabel? Is that even a thing? Has the internet seen how much of a rainbow ray of sunshine that gal is? I'm a grumpy old conman, Ford's an egotistical, nerdy old fart, Dipper's a paranoid, insecure dweeb, and... people love us and hate Mabel? Why do they look past our flaws and not hers? Not that she has many, mind you. What, she's a little hyper sometimes and wanted her brother to stay? She's just excited about life and loves her family! How can you fault that?
And Mabel causin' Weirdmageddon? What kind of S&P approved substances have these folks been smokin'?
*He turns to the side and calls up the stairs.*
Ford! Get your ass down here! I need you to help me argue with people!
*Footsteps thunder down the stairs and Ford comes rushing in.*
Stanford: What is it about? And how many explosions do I need to get my point across? *He starts to dig through his trench coat.*
Stanley: Ford, no. Not again. We don't need to make any more insurance claims today.
Stanford: *His hand freezes in his coat, but he doesn't fully let go of whatever's inside. His expression is stern and serious, like a child defying their parent after being told to get their hand out of the cookie jar.*
Stanley: Ford!
Stanford: *Rolls his eyes and sighs, letting his hand fall out of his coat again.* Fine, fine, have it your way. I'll just have to utterly and completely decimate them using my brain. Honestly, the plasma grenades would have been the more humane option. Anyways, what are we arguing about?
Stanley: *Points to the question.*
Stanford: *Leans forward, adjusts glasses, and squints, one brow raising more as he reads. Then he pauses, a furious glare to his brown eyes, and then... he bursts out laughing.*
Stanley: *Also laughing.* I know, I know, right? Okay, internet fans, let's get this straight: we all played a part in Weirdmageddon, I'll be honest. Ford started it all by lettin' Bill wine and dine 'im because of his ego problems.
Stanford: Stan is right. I was a fool to trust Bill. He took advantage of my endless need for validation. And then because of my fight with Stan over stupid unresolved issues, Stan was bitter about saving me during Weirdmageddon and then... I corrected his grammar at the worst moment possible.
Stanley: And then I tackled Sixer here. Also at the worst moment possible.
*More footsteps can be heard coming down the stairs. Stan and Ford turn to see that Dipper and Mabel peeking around the doorway.*
Stanford: Hey, kids. Stan and I were just talking about-
Dipper: Weirdmageddon? *Dipper hangs his head a bit and sighs.* Yeah, we heard. That was all our faults. But-
Mabel: *She smiles.* We all also played a part in fixing it! Wait... *She walks up to the computer and sees the question. Stan and Ford try to hide it quick, but she manages to peek through their arms.* People on the internet think I was the main reason for Weirdmageddon?
But... that's not true... right?
Stanford: *Slowly reaching into his trench coat for the grenades again upon seeing Mabel crying, with the look of someone about to unleash hell.*
Stanley: *Nods seriously to Ford, finally agreeing that maybe the grenades are a good idea as he starts to pull brass knuckles and an insurance business card out of his own pockets, then turns to Mabel with a warm smile, hiding the brass knuckles behind his back.* Pumpkin, of course it's not true! Hey, hey, don't listen to those idiots on the internet that this asker mentioned. Like you and Dips said, we're all at fault for Weirdmageddon, me and Ford the most! We're adults and we screwed up harder than anyone involved. You're just kids. We're nearly 60 and couldn't get along. You were 12 and showed us what we'd forgotten.
Dipper: But seriously... like... *Dipper glances at the screen for a moment, staring directly at the internet with cold, intense, dark-circled eyes, fueled by many sleepless nights of tinfoil hattery.* Wasn't the point of all that to show that family is important, how to trust again after it's been broken, and the value of mending relationships despite past hurts? That what really matters in the end is forgiveness and giving up ego for the sake of love? That people in broken family relationships can both be at fault and flawed?
Stanley: Never mind the whole 'bein' stubborn and unforgiving and unable to admit faults' caused me and Ford decades of suffering that could have been resolved had we just sucked it up and forgiven each other? *Stan glares at the screen.* That Mabel and Dipper avoided because they followed me and Ford's example of what not to let happen?
Stanford: *Also looking at the computer screen now, as if staring directly at the internet, breaking some kind of numbered wall.* Have any of you ever heard of character arcs? The rift metaphor? Was the whole two sets of twins thing not obvious enough parallelism and juxtaposition for you? Was Stan defeating Bill with the power of love for family not enough of a, shall we say, punch to the face of some major symbolism we let you watch the worst moments of our lives for?
Dipper: *Narrowing his eyes further.* I bet they don't even know what a theme is...
*Mabel still is sniffling in the background.*
Stanley: Mabel, sweetie, why don't you go upstairs for a few minutes? Me and Ford and Dips here will finish this ask. Get yourself a cookie and we'll handle this.
*Mabel leaves, still sniffling.*
*Stan turns to the computer with his brass knuckles. Ford adjusts his glasses and pulls out grenades. Dipper pulls out a hefty book from his vest.*
Stanley: Internet, listen here and listen good! You've got ten seconds to apologize to Mabel, or you're gonna get the Pines family special.
Stanford: *Says nothing, but casts an unhinged smile.*
Dipper: *Raises book above his head.* Grr....
#gravity falls#askthestans#stanley pines#stanford pines#ford pines#dipper pines#mabel pines#pines family#seriously though folks they're all at fault for weirdmageddon
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vocal unit when you have a headache
gender neutral reader, fluff
jeonghan
he would fully be trying to start a play argument with you over some bs
you would try to snap back at him playfully, but it didn’t come out as playful anymore
he would immediately be taken aback, letting a few seconds pass so he doesn’t retort back at you, as he now sees there is an underlying emotion behind this for you
softly he would come over to you & ask “what’s wrong, y/n?”
you let out a long sigh before telling him about the stupid headache you have that won’t go away.
he pouts back at you teasingly before asking if you want cuddles or to be left alone
hopefully you want cuddles bc that’s exactly what’s happening rn
he pulls you on top of him, and you nuzzle your face into his neck as he gently plays with your hair.
the sigh of comfort you let out is enough for his heart to melt, and a satisfied grin lays on his face as you two lie there.
joshua
as soon as he finds out you have a headache he’s immediately guiding you to the washroom & starting a bath for you.
you’ve been with eachother for a while so he knows your favorite way to get read of a tension headache is when you take a peppermint oil infused bath
which is exactly what he prepares for you. after testing the water temperature he gives you the sweetest smile as a kiss on the forehead before letting you relax on your own- unless you specifically ask him to join you. he leaves the door cracked so you can tell him when you’re done so he can help you get ready for bed. he doesn’t want you to have to do any work when you have a headache.
while you’re relaxing he’s laid your his comfiest pajamas out on the bed for yo and turning the fairy lights in the living room on to ‘warm’
if you got your hair wet he is waiting for you as soon as your done to gently comb through your hair as he sits behind you on your bed. he offers to help you get dressed & then carries you to the couch, where he proceeds to pamper you with soft kisses and words of affirmation until your headache subsides or until you fall asleep
woozi
we all know this man likes to overwork himself. so you try to visit him at his studio once a week with his favorite snacks to get him to at the very least take a break
but sometimes you are so convincing he actually leaves the studio “early” 🙄 to spend more time with you at your apartment
but today when you brought him his snacks, and he tried to pull you onto his lap, you put your hand on his chest to keep the distance.
he was surprised at first but when you told him about the headache you’ve had for most of the day his eyes soften.
he immediately saves his drafts and turns his computer off
he also turns his led’s to a warm color and turns the brightness down before taking you to his sofa and holding onto you as tight as he can.
dokyeom
soft bc would be devastateD that you weren’t feeling well
you try to reassure him that it will be fine after you take pain meds / you tell him you’ll just wait it out
he doesn’t want to have to make you wait so he offers to dull the pain by giving you a head massage.
checks on you every so often to see if he needs to change anything that he’s doing. after your responses he gives you a quick kiss on your forehead before returning to what he was doing.
won’t stop until you tell him to. man’s would keep going until his arms were numb if that meant you even felt 1% better
to stop him, you take his wrists and kiss both of his hands before turning to kiss him as thanks.
seungkwan
another sassy boy
he knows that you like a lot of cuddles whenever you are in any sort of discomfort. with this and knowing that your headache is more of a nuisance than actual pain right now, he takes it upon himself to tease you
you would wordlessly tug at his arm trying to get him to cuddle you on the couch
“hm? i don’t know what you want, y/n. you’ll have to use your words”
you sigh but eventually give in
“please, will you hold me seungkwan. i really want your cuddles.”
hides the absolute pounding of his heart in his chest behind a smug smile before leading you to the couch, and laying the two of you in whatever your favorite cuddle time position is.
kisses your forehead before playing with your hair.
finally let’s a grin break out only after you close your eyes
a/n: requests are open! :)
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#seventeen fluff#svt fluff#jeonghan fluff#jeonghan x reader#joshua fluff#joshua x reader#joshua hong x reader#jihoon imagines#jihoon fluff#woozi fluff#woozi x reader#dokyeom fluff#dk fluff#seokmin x reader#seokmin fluff#vocal unit fluff#svt reactions#seungkwan fluff#seungkwan x reader
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Hello. I haven't spoken much on the Reverse Entry AU (Modern Office + Reverse Isekai Loop AU). That changes today!!! Have some scattered (relatively long) tidbits on this AU. Mainly background to actually get to the office part of it but, yea!
If anyone wants elaboration on anything on this list, and I do mean anything, I encourage asking!! Or any random questions on the AU general!! Or just things in general!! Make me think about things I have not considered!!
Spoilers for all of ISAT + 2Hats and the like:
Mainly Concrete
The Country -> The Company.
Well, more of a family storefront, but the similarity in those two words next to each other was too good to pass up LOL.
Said storefront was run by Siffrin’s parents, and was their life's work.
Specialized in niche craft related stuff, in both teaching people how to do them & selling materials for the crafts.
It was a very warm & homely store, and was adored by locals and visitors alike.
A store that felt comforting to just vibe in for a bit, if that makes sense.
Loop ends up being Siffrin’s roommate after being reverse isekai’ed :)
They do not help with rent
They are a solid night light, which they try to justify as helping with the electricity bill
They also find a mirror shortly after arrival.
Important Points
Mirabelle & Isabeau have known each other since University and are besties!!!!!!!!!
Not 100% sure of the logistics yet, but this was too important of a point to not include
Additionally, please know at some point, Isa custom stitched the scarf-shawl Mira wears to work all the time now, and gifted it to her!
He is also responsible for the fun pattern on the vest he wears all the time too!
Bonnie, whenever they are hanging around, makes sure to sneak onto Nille’s computer, and block out time between meetings for time to breathe / snacks for the others
And they also make sure to block out like an hour of time for proper lunches as well
Back to back to back to back meetings are not fun!!!
Breaks are important!!!
I have mentioned this in a different post, but this too, is a very important point to not include here as well
Location of Living
Mirabelle & Siffrin live in the same apartment complex, but on opposite sides of it
They have briefly interacted a few times prior to being coworkers?
But Siffrin had his hair dyed for interviews for a long time
So Mirabelle didn’t realize it was him for a while, since he started growing out the dye before formally meeting in a work environment
Siffrin simply forgor
Isabeau lives relatively close-by to where Mira & Sif live, he visits Mira sometimes!!
He may or may not have also interacted with Siffrin two (2) times prior to working together due to the above point
Nille & Bonnie live around the area Siffrin used to live before he had to move, and have resided in that area for a long time
They technically were neighbors, at one point!
Odile lives closer to the office than everyone else
Shorter commute for in-office days
But still in the general vicinity of everyone else's abodes ofc
Hiring Order
Mirabelle has been working in the office the longest (interned two years in a row, and was formally hired right out of University)
Isabeau is next after since he got a referral off of Mira (interned for one year before graduation, then was hired at the same time Mirabelle was)
Odile was hired to replace Euphrasie (previous senior manager to their team who got a promotion, she’s now director of the regional office)
Siffrin was hired a bit after Odile when they got more capacity, since what they were originally doing was way too much for just three people LOL
Apparently, he got a referral from someone internally, but has no idea about it!
Nille was hired a little bit after Siffrin was
She only agreed upon the role if she was granted the flexibility to pick up Bonnie from school whenever
Random RPG Equivalence Hour
Turn Based Combat = Emails
Whether it be waiting for data to start processes, answering inquiries, so on and so forth
Sometimes those turns take literal days
It happens!
Being Frozen / Damaged = Program Freezing
This goes for any program being used
If it freezes it inflicts small damage
It inflicts more damage if it crashes
It makes you cry on the floor if the program crashes and you can’t recover any of what you did for the past hour
It makes you regret all of your life decisions up to this moment in time if it crashes, you can’t recover anything, and you have a presentation on the stuff you were working on in 15 minutes
Misc Meetings
Mirabelle writes fanfic
Isabeau knows about this and supports her in her endeavors
Odile has read some of her works, but does not know she wrote them irl
At some point prior to working together, Mirabelle & Odile became mutuals and started trading book / fanfic recommendations to one another
Odile had a brief stint as a bartender prior to working for the office
Mainly to earn some form of income while applying for jobs / waiting for prior certifications to process and transfer properly after moving from another country
In one or another, she met Isabeau and Siffrin at separate intervals while working there
Additionally, the bar is located close to the office. A lot of happy hours happen there. It ended up serving as a networking opportunity for her LMAO
Both Nille and Bonnie moved around a lot when they were younger
At different intervals, Nille went to the same high schools as both Mirabelle & Isabeau
Nille has probably worked a lot of jobs throughout high school / university
This includes working at the same place Odile worked at for a bit, they were probably coworkers there at some point.
Maybe not necessarily a bartender but, general staff
Again, this served as a networking opportunity similar to the Odile segment ASFASDASDA
Um????
Loop somehow ends up becoming a vtuber.
Loop somehow ends up being a vtuber for the company the team works under, akin to Tony the Tiger.
Loop does this vtuber gig for approximately one (1) stream and quits right after.
((loop decided their first stream was a nuzlocke for some reason. the crafts company literally didnt ask them to. they decided this on their own volition for no apparent reason. the company literally asked for a stream where they do crafts?? anyway they named their pokemon after the party. and. well.))
As I am Indecisive, this still has a chance for change! But for now this list is slightly ordered from “concrete in my mind” to “need to let simmer more probably, but the vibes are there” to “probably not but it is a bit of a funny to consider” (this only applies to the last loop segment ASDAFA)
But yea!! Thanks for reading the ramblings :)
#reverse entry au#reverse isekai loop au#isat modern office au#isat spoilers#isat#text#sometimes i can translate my thoughts into something semi-easy to digest.......#there are more thoughts#but im leaving this one as more light hearted leaning ASFASDASFAS#some of them i do have drawing ideas related#mainly bit focused like wrong chat but#some are more characterization focused i think for drawings#or just isolated writings who knows#i sure dont!!!#those will be fun#when i get the nerve to do them ADASDASDA
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Copia x Female Reader: Sick Day
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Fall finally descends on the Ministry. Torrential rains have already plucked away the lovely reds and oranges which had lined the well-trod pathways through the courtyards and gardens hidden within the church's walls, much to the chagrin of the Siblings of Sin who spent the uncharacteristically warm weather sprawled beneath fluttering leaves.
Now, the cold weather set in, bundling everyone into cloaks and scarves. Fireplaces roar pleasantly in nearly every corner of the building, central heating not quite up to date within the charming, yet antiquated abbey. Even Papa's sermons have taken a yuletide turn, urging his flock to find warmth in the joys of giving and receiving over the winter months. Clothing optional.
However, with weather changes inevitably comes illness.
You open your eyes with a groan, swallowing thickly several times and taking stock of the burning in your throat. Reaching out a hand haphazardly, you fumble around for your bottle of water, leaning on your elbow as you chug the drink, your expression souring as you realize that yes, it is a sore throat. '
"You don't look well," your roommate chimes from her side of the room, glancing at you through the mirror she stands at as she adjusts her outfit for the day.
Habits are...optional. You have one, and wear it for mass, or various other Ministry dealings where necessary, but the entire point of your religion is freedom of expression. The Ministry may have many Catholic similarities, intentionally so, but they aren't quite so austere as Frankie's institution.
"I don't feel well," you respond, laying your head heavily on the pillow, feeling a cough tickle at the back of your throat that you try desperately to stifle, and fail.
"You've been coughing a little the last few days, did you take anything to help?"
"No, but I should have known better," you sigh. "My consequences."
Your roommate walks over to her bedside table, grabbing her phone. Her side of the room is an entire juxtaposition to yours, very neutral, minimalist. Yours is cluttered with Ghost posters, vinyl, books, and other odds and ends you find very important to keep. Let someone take your 90s troll doll from your cold, dead hands.
"I've got to go, but...feel better?" Your roommate says, making her way to the door. You wave at her without saying anything. Your relationship is friendly without the important aspect of an actual relationship. You sleep in the same room. It doesn't go much beyond that.
Lying in abject misery for several seconds, your eyes suddenly widen as you grip your phone, staring at the time on the screen. You're supposed to meet with the Cardinal today after novitiate classes. Ever since you've begun to spend time with him in the illustrious presence of the rat Portobello, you and Cardinal Copia have become quite close, and are growing ever closer. He is sweet, not merely in his personality, but his actions. He remembers things about you - a favorite drink, snack, film, something silly you mention off hand, and will often show up to your little meetings with a treat or a happy thought about your special interests that absolutely tickle you pink.
Copia likes to make puns, often leaving you in a fit of giggles from the absurd and sometimes vulgar things that come out of that man's mouth. And yet, everytime you laugh, that same look of wonderment passes over his features, as if he cannot possibly believe that you find his jokes funny. You often want to hug him in those moments, but physical touch begins and ends with an occasional touch of his gloved hand against yours or with the gentle way he enjoys escorting you around the abbey - his hand at the small of your back, ensuring no obstacles impede your steps.
Today, you offered to help him with a little organization work in his office. Copia has a computer, he can use it, and he has a phone, which he can also use despite texting as if he's never seen one, but when it comes to the more intricate workings of a Ministry attempting to hurtle into the 21st century, he has his difficulties.
"It's a generational thing," you had attempted to explain one evening. "Nothing to be ashamed of."
Copia had merely ducked his head, "Must I be so much older than you, cara mia?"
You had sat back, surprised and distressed by the mournful way he spoke, as if his age had any bearing on how you saw him. As if his age hindered the fluttering in your chest every single time he looked at you. You spent the rest of that evening trying to pull him out of his melancholy, to reassure him that his age merely allowed him to know and share with you a great many things you didn't, that you didn't mind your age gap at all. He had chuckled at that. But you knew he didn't believe you, or at least, didn't believe himself.
Hastily finding his name in your phone, Copia picks up on the second ring, his tone jovial as he greets you by name, the lilting way his accent wraps around the letters making you smile despite the unpleasant sting in your throat.
"I did not see you at breakfast," he continues happily. "I was surprised not to see a piccolo topo at the donut table, so I picked you up a few before they were all gone."
You thrill at the little nickname he gives you, knowing your penchant for sweets, and you sigh at his thoughtfulness that, unfortunately, transforms into a cough.
You can almost see Copia stop wherever he is walking, "Are you well?"
"Copia, I'm so sorry," you say, your voice rough. "I think I have a cold. I woke up feeling terrible."
"Oh no, do not apologize, cara," he clicks his tongue, a string of Italian escaping his lips. "I should have addressed that little cough of yours."
You almost laugh, "That's entirely my fault. I should have known it would turn into something."
"Have you taken anything?"
"I don't have any medicine here," you say, glancing around the room as if something would appear. You cough again, wincing, "My throat is pretty raw."
"Tesoro," Copia breathes into the phone. You're nearly alarmed with how upset he sounds, the endearment new as well. "You need to take something."
"I'll try to go down to see Matron, I just really don't want to get up right now."
"...are you alone?"
"Yes?" You furrow your brow at his anxious tone.
Copia breathes out slowly, "Your Cardinal will bring you something."
Click! The call ends. You pull the phone away from your face and stare at it incredulously, all at once surprised, panicked that he'll see you in this state, and completely, all consumingly flustered by "Your Cardinal." Jumping out of bed, you sway, your head fit to explode from a headache, and attempt to make yourself and your room presentable. What does he mean he's bringing you something!? You can hardly imagine Cardinal Copia in your small dormitory room as if you haven't been in his rooms a few times already.
"That's different," you mutter to yourself, throwing a discarded shirt previously on the floor in the hamper. It really wasn't any different, but you're sick, you aren't going to admit to shit.
Your urgency is unneeded as the dreaded knock on your door does not occur until nearly 30 minutes later. You slowly open the door, the squeak of the old wood perfect for your current mental state. Copia stands just beyond, dressed in his black cassock, a paper bag in one hand, thermas peaking out, and Portobello's small cage in the other.
"Hello, cara," Copia says in that small voice that is simultaneously high-pitched and deep in his throat. He shifts on his feet, lips parted slightly as he gazes at you, eyes trailing over your features as if he's analyzing you for visible injuries.
"Copia," you sigh his name, voice weak. "You brought our baby!"
Your enthusiasm sends you into another coughing fit, and you hastily back away and cover your mouth, your throat positively punishing you for it. You glance up at him sheepishly after, whispering a quiet apology. Copia looks around in a panic for a moment before finding a place to carefully lay Portobello's cage down, placing the bag near it.
Copia holds his hands up, index fingers pointed up as he shakes his head, "No, no! No apologizing, cara, huh? You are sick. And you should be in bed," he gestures to your bed as if he's waving you off. "Go on, or you will not get to see our child."
You nearly scramble to your bed and flop down, hearing him chuckle behind you as he bends down to rummage through the bag he brought.
"How did you know which bed was mine?" You can't help but ask.
Copia merely tilts his head up at you and raises a brow, "I know you." He leans back down, letting out a hum, "Also I very much doubt your roommate would have a poster of me."
You feel your stomach drop out from under you as you turn with a deadpan expression to stare at the tour poster on your wall.
"Would you like me to sign it?" Copia snickers, standing back up.
"Don't perceive me," you groan. "I am ill."
You lay back and pull the covers over your face, blushing furiously at the Cardinal's soft laughter. He is entirely pleased, warmth spreading through his chest to combat the worry he feels over your sickness. You like his music. Copia is suddenly struck with a feeling of accomplishment and pride that he had yet to feel since taking over the Ghost Project. The standards set by the Papas is intimidating at best, the expectations often debilitating, but knowing you keep his image? Oh, amata mia.
You suddenly feel something heavy on your stomach and peak over the edge of your blanket to see Portobello sniffing at the covers, little noises escaping him as he explores. Copia pulls your desk chair very close to your bedside, using your end table as a makeshift work space as he places several water bottles, medicine, and thermas on the surface.
You snuggle Portobello close to your chest, gently stroking his head as you continue to blush up at the Cardinal who appears very focused on his task. You watch as he carefully extracts the medicine from the packet, opening a bottle of water before turning to you with a tut and a soft smile as he takes in the sight of you and Portobello.
"Come now, 'Bello, your mother must take her medicine," he murmurs, carefully exchanging the rat for your medicine and water.
You once, accidentally, heard Copia refer to himself as "Daddy" to his little charges, and to his immense mortification, you were delighted and ran like hell with it. Portobello was both your baby, so...
Taking your medicine, you glance curiously at the thermas, "What's in there?"
Copia blushes, "It is, uh, soup. Soup for you. Chicken noodle. It is good when you are sick, no?"
Placing Portobello back on your chest, who promptly began to snooze, Copia unscrews the cap and carefully deposits the steaming soup into it, pulling out a spoon from his bag. You take it gratefully, your fingers brushing the Cardinal's, his index finger reaching out to linger against the back of your hand before pulling away.
You take a sip, sighing happily. It tastes so good, and you'll take the burning against your throat for this anyday.
"Where did you get it?"
"I...made it."
You look up at Copia, spoon halfway to your lips. He isn't looking at you, rather at the wall, his fingers drumming quickly against his thigh.
"Copia," you smile. "Thank you for taking care of me."
He looks at you then, urgently, leaning forward, his brow furrowing as he places an inquisitive hand on your arm. You nod, and his grip tightens.
"I will always care for you," he whispers. He looks so vulnerable in this moment, his eyes shining with some unsaid emotion. You are both on a precipice, hands clasped, ready to fall. The only question is, will someone step first? Or will you fall together?
"I don't want to infect you," you giggle softly, freeing a hand to gently place yours over his.
With a twinkle in his eye, Copia flips his hand so it is firmly grasping yours. He is here, with you, the rat that set you both on this path sleeping between you, and that is bliss.
"It is a chance I am willing to take," he smiles. "Now eat your soup."
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Some Grayson kid headcanons I just got:
Mar'i's favorite animals are monkeys, cause she thinks they're super cute and loves how wildly fun they are
Jake would used to always take his Nightwing and Starfire plushies with him everywhere he goes whenever Dick and Kory aren't around him, since he feels comforted by them and also a sense of warm familiar safety with them wrapped up in his arms
Mar'i gatekeeps all her snacks from Jake, since that boy will literally eat it all up if left alone with him. She even hides them in her own room sometimes if she has to. This is especially done whenever it's mainly about Starfire's very famous zorkaberry tarts and Jake KNOWS that Mar'i has some left, which are usually the last ones after him and everyone else finishes theirs quicker
Mar'i has a spider plushie and will throw it at Jake to scare him away for fun or whenever he's purposely being annoying to her and she wants him to stop. It always gets him to scream loudly, yelling "NO!" and fall back to the floor and immediately run to Dick and Kory or just straight to his bedroom so that she won't chase him with it
Me likey…..Me Likey A LOT
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If I may….(clears throat)
- The two have a tally counter, white it be a whiteboard or in the StarCave’s main computer, of the amount of times they’ve rescued each other from being captured by villains and rouges or from immediate danger on the field. So far, Mar’i leads ahead by two rescues. The latest in which had her burst into the hideout’s walls as Lion Tamer (an OC supervillain whose a street orphan turned to ex Lion Tamer at a circus, hence his name around the siblings’ age range) was interrogating Skybird for information about the secret codes to Bludhaven Central Bank’s vaults via his pet lions, a peanut butter like substance they can smell and taste and finally some stocks meant to keep his ankles in place while he was also handcuffed with power dampening cuffs. Jake still fumes when he’s reminded of that since now his sensitivity that’s meant in being a family secret (with the exceptions of sone of their closest friends) is known by one of his frienemies.
- Due to the two of them being descended from feline ancestors as per their Tamaranean halves, Mar’i and Jake instinctively sometimes follow both rodents including mice and rats and also bright laser pointers. Though Jake is only one known to purr when very comfy like their mother can
- Speaking of their mother, Kory often times helps them maintain their hair as to prevent them from becoming unbearable for them in one form or another. She has quite the experience with her own follicles needing to strike a happy balance between smooth enough (whether it has fiery curls or it’s silky smooth) to comb while maintaining its massive length throughout the years. Despite Jake usually keeping his hair short, had it grown as large as his mother and sister’s, his would be no exception
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Law & Love Chapter 18
After his daughter leaves, Beau sits back in his chair and runs a hand over his mouth.
Truth be told, he often ponders if getting back together for Emily's sake was beneficial to the teenager or not?
Yes, he loves Carla and the life he has here but all he can think of is the woman who had been sneaking her way into his heart during his time as Sheriff.
Beau would be lying if he said Y/N hadn't crossed his mind at least twice a day since he'd moved back to Texas.
He could hear a song and think of her, see the sun shining and remember how it illuminated her Y/H/C hair. She was sometimes on his mind more than Carla.
And for that, he felt terrible! He wanted things to work out with his ex-wife, he really did, but he also was slowly realizing he was no longer in love with the woman who warms his bed now.
Yes, Beau grew up in a 2-parent family who loved one another and never seemed to have a bad word to say about the other, but times had changed.
For one, Beau's Momma didn't work outside the home. Her career was taking care of the chores in the home, raising Beau and his brother and being a confidante for his father. And she did it with a smile on her face and love in her heart.
And Carla is the complete opposite. She works outside the home, sometimes long hours and most weekends. There are not many home-cooked meals to be had at the Arlen house, unless Beau himself grills something for he and his daughter; Carla's portion is always wrapped and stored in the refrigerator to be eaten later.
The more he thinks about it, the more he is certain that he is not happy with the way his life is going and as much as he hates to admit it, his ex-wife needs to stay that way; as an ex.
He sits up in his chair and turns to his computer, opening a document and begins typing up his resignation.
After Geri drops the bomb that she'd recently fucked Cordi, he acts as if the news was just small talk, but I seem unable to get past it.
The bartender's words played on repeat in my head all through dinner. 'This is whose name slipped out when we slept together the other night?'
Even as Cordi reaches out his hand, asking to dance, I can't help but glance toward Geri to see if she's watching; to see if she is planning on laying claim to the tall Ranger.
But, Geri seems unbothered by our presence as she continues to pour liquor and pull beers for other patrons.
As soon as we are in his truck heading back to the Walker ranch, I bring it up.
"So, how many women are you fucking?"
"What?" Cordi asks, never taking his eyes off the windshield. "What do you mean?"
"Well apparently, you get physical with Geri often. So, I want to know, his many other pussies are you banging? Because I'm pretty monogamous. There's only been you since before I moved West."
"Really?" Cordi questions as he looks over at me. "That's what has your panties all twisted? I've not been down here pining away for you; that I fucked a woman I've known for years?!"
“You act like it’s no big deal,” I explain, trying to control my disdain. “I just don’t see sex like that. I don’t go around fucking every Tom, Dick or Harry when I get the urge. It is an intimate act to me. I take pride in the fact that other than you, I’ve only been with 2 other men.”
“Like I’m going to believe that,” Cordell chuckles.
“What’s so funny about that?” I ask, letting my rage take over.
“Nothing, I guess. But,” Cordi pauses as he turns off the main road onto the dirt lane leading to the ranch. “You and I see sex totally differently. Sex is just that, sex. It’s a means to an end. I don’t have to love the person I’m fucking. Yea, I wanna make her feel good but I want her to make me feel good too.”
As we pull up to the front of his parents’ home, Cordell shuts the engine off and we both sit still, neither of us moving to get out. This night was turning out completely opposite of what I had assumed.
After a beat, Cordell shakes his head and opens his door, stepping out of the vehicle. Before closing the door, though, he speaks. “I really thought you knew this was a casual thing for us. I didn’t mean to lead you on.”
I sit in the cab of the truck long after he shuts the door and walks toward the barn with my phone in my hand as I navigate the airport website to book a 1 way ticket back to Helena; back to loneliness and missing Beau.
“Shit!” My little mini-vacation didn't turn out like I expected.
I step out of the truck and look around for the man who lives here but am instead met with dark silence.
Seeing as he is nowhere to be found, I begin walking down the gravelly lane toward the main road. It'll be easier for the cab to pick me up.
As the asphalt comes into view, my phone dings alerting me to a message. I pull it out of my pocket and open it to see something I'd never, ever expected.
Beau: Hey Y/N. It's Beau. Looks like I'm going to be coming back to Helena. Could we meet up and talk about some things?
Instead of texting back, I hit the call button and put the device to my ear, hearing it connect and begin ringing.
"Y/N?" Beau answers with my name rather than a normal "Hello".
"It's me."
"How you been, sweetheart?"
'I've had better days….and some worse ones too. So, what is taking you back to Montana?"
"Wait, what do you mean taking me back?! Don't you still live there? Please don't tell me you've moved back East," he pleads.
Not realizing what I'd said until he brought it up, I laugh. "No, no. I still live in Helena. I'm just…..not there right now."
"Oh. Good." Beau replies and I can hear the relief in his voice. "Where are you?"
I sigh, then smile. "Uh, about that. I'm actually in Texas. Austin, in fact."
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Excerpts from Yuli feature on Sunshine By My Side
Sheng Yang [brilliant sun] and Jian Bing's [ice] names alone tell us about their personalities and that their relationship will be one of them bringing warmth and healing to the other. In the first draft of the script, Sheng Yang was just like his name - direct, light-hearted, sunny, not that many layers to him, just a simple, warm boy. But once [scriptwriter] Li Xiao got in touch with Xiao Zhan to discuss the script, she discovered other qualities in him that she could add to Sheng Yang.
This was the first time Li Xiao had any close contact with and got to know the actor Xiao Zhan. "I discovered he wasn't much like my impression of him," Li Xiao said. Before all this, she didn't know him very well, only that he was very popular.
Perhaps "popular“ is also a kind of stereotype, one that creates a sense of distance and room for conjecture. But when Xiao Zhan sat down in front of Li Xiao, she got to experience the rest of Xiao Zhan outside that stereotype.
"He has an old fashioned disposition, like someone who walked out of the past, and not like us modern people who are saturated with information with our attention constantly wandering. It doesn't seem like he gets distracted in a chaotic environment."
When they were discussing the script, Li Xiao and Xiao Zhan would recommend to each other movies they liked. "I could never imagine that his tastes would be so arthouse. Honestly, some of them were so stuffy even I couldn't sit through them."
Xiao Zhan's single-minded focus and implacability offered more possibilities for the character of Sheng Yang. Having written so many scripts, Li Xiao has discovered that sometimes if an actor's temperament isn't a good match for the character, it can be a case of great effort for little reward, but if the actor and character are a good match and the role can make use of the actor's natural disposition and temperament, great reward can be achieved with relatively little effort.
"Sheng Yang has a kind of wilfulness, he will pursue something wholeheartedly and keep at it for a long time, including how he was able to persist in his affection for Jian Bing for ten years, all this comes from how I felt after getting to know Xiao Zhan," Li Xiao said.
Conversely, those more obvious traits of Sheng Yang's, such as being a designer, his family background, knowing how to draw, those similarities with Xiao Zhan were coincidental. Li Xiao didn't know Xiao Zhan had been a designer before he became an entertainer, nor that the scene of Sheng Yang drawing for Jian Bing would utilise his drawing skills.
While the script was being written, the director Song Xiaofei and scriptwriter Li Xiao came to a clear consensus about Sunshine By My Side: the story had to be truthful, down to earth, rather than trying to manufacture the idol romance kind of relationship.
Given this, all the shooting locations were created with the aim of making it feel real for the actors, such as choosing to shoot in Chongqing, because Xiao Zhan is from Chongqing, it's where he grew up and lived, it doesn't feel foreign to him, and it made it easier for him to believe he was Sheng Yang.
"A high degree of concurrence between actor and character helps the actor's performance. First, when Xiao Zhan sits in front of a computer, he's confident; when he opens all the design software, there's not a single one he doesn't already know how to use. So I can shoot his hand and the screen, and when he's concentrating on his work that's not a performance. That makes it feel real."
During filming the director also worried that if the environment seemed too stagey, the actors would enter a theatrical performance mode. So Sunshine By My Side worked hard on realism: the subway scene was shot on the subway, for the scenes at home all the little details were in place, and when the characters went to work and turned their computers it had their work on it. "Only this commitment to reality can give the audience a sense of immersion and safety."
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