#made this today instead of working and it was fun hehe
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For IAU requests… anything Four related? Sorry if that’s too vague lol
Don’t worry about it anon, being vague is fine! Precise prompts are fun too, but having some more vague ones adds some nice variety. And gives me the freedom to do stuff like this, hehe.
(Set when they’re all a little older. Four is somewhere in his early teens).
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“Hey, um... Link?”
Four startled, nearly banging his head against that of the girl leaning over him. She jumped back, and Four blinked a few times, trying to focus on her face. Freckles swam into view, and Four finally recognized the girl as his friend Dot.
Friend, despite how his brothers tried to tease.
“Ah, sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you,” Dot apologized, and Four waved her off, yawning.
“‘S okay,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “Did you need something?”
Dot hesitated, something odd shining in her eyes. “You um, really seem tired today, Link. Are you all right?”
No. “Yeah.”
Dot studied him a second, then leaned down, and lowered her voice so the other kids couldn’t hear her as easily.
“I... I heard your brother was in the hospital.”
Four swallowed as the familiar ache in his chest came back, and he looked at his desk as he nodded.
“I’m really sorry,” Dot continued, her voice soft. “Is there anything I can do?”
“No,” Four mumbled, not wanting to think about Twilight, still struggling to recover after a hit from a mysterious weapon had nearly killed him. Hyrule’s powers had had almost no effect on his injury, and they’d exhausted every option they had. And though Twilight was finally no longer on death’s doorstep, he still wasn’t healing like he should be.
He could easily slip back to a dangerous level, and if that happened again he might not have the strength to pull through this time.
“...Link?”
Four swallowed. “Sorry. Thanks though. Appreciate it.”
Dot hesitated, but nodded, and patted his shoulder as the bell rang, signaling the start of class. She sat in the desk next to him like she always did, and poked his arm whenever he started to drift off, giving him a light shake when that wasn’t enough.
The school day dragged on, and dragged him with it, Four fumbling his way through his classes. Dot stayed at his side for all of them that she could, and the part of him that was awake enough to notice was grateful for it.
He’d barely slept the past few days, his emotions were a wreck, and on top of all that he’d had a nasty argument with Wild last night.
“He doesn’t need this right now!”
Four swallowed. All he really wanted to do was go back to the hospital and sit with Twilight, but instead he was stuck in school, currently learning about some math formula while his and Wild’s angry words rang in his head, along with the noise Twilight had made when he’d been hit and Four couldn’t stop thinking about how still he’d gone after he’d fallen—
“Mr. Forester, I asked you a question.”
Four blinked, and realized his math teacher had come up to his desk, arms crossed as her foot tapped on the floor. The classroom was quiet, and Four swallowed when he noticed everyone was looking at him.
“Mr. Forester?” the teacher reminded sternly, and Four swallowed.
“I’m... could you repeat that, please?” he stammered, and she sighed.
“I asked if you knew how to solve the problem,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “And I would appreciate an answer sometime this year.”
A few of his classmates tittered, and Four blinked the exhaustion out of his eyes, trying to remember if he’d actually heard her say the problem or not. His cluttered brain couldn’t focus though, too many thoughts and feelings clogging his usually sharp brain. The writing on the board blurred, and Four swallowed, looking at his desk.
He had no clue what he was supposed to be solving.
“I... n-no. I’m sorry,” he whispered, and to his horror, his eyes began to water.
His teacher sighed, and went back to the front of the class. “Disappointing, Mr. Forester. I expect more from you. Can anyone else tell me how to work these equations? Miss Castor?”
Someone else spoke up, but the words just buzzed in Four’s head, his throat tight as he stared at his desk.
His brother could be dying right now, and he was wasting his time sitting in a math class.
Four bit his lip as it trembled, flipping up the hood of his jacket. The argument with Wild wouldn’t stop replaying through his mind, the way he’d yelled and how Four had yelled back, and how he’d split in the middle of it and said things he knew he’d regret, but they’d felt so good leaving his mouth, and the way Wild’s face had looked so miserable as he’d run away, and how his father had just looked resigned to the fact that they were going to lose Twilight—
A hand squeezed his arm, and Four looked through his hair at Dot, her face sharply worried now. He swallowed rather thickly, and Dot suddenly raised her hand.
“Yes, Miss Gustafson?” their teacher asked as she turned around, and Dot stood from her desk.
“I think I need to take Link to the nurse,” she said firmly, hand still holding Four’s arm. “He hasn’t been feeling well all day, you can see for yourself he’s pale.”
“Are you certain?” their teacher asked, and Dot nodded, unwavering. Their teacher thought for a moment, tapping a finger on her desk. “Hmm. I suppose he has been acting unusual today... that would certainly explain some things. You may escort him.”
“Thank you,” Dot said with a nod, and she pulled Four out of his desk and out of the classroom before he could blink.
They didn’t go to the nurse’s office though, rather Dot pulled him to a small spot behind the stairs, one so small only a few kids could actually fit back here. Four and Dot fit fine though, and she tugged Four down to sit, rifling in her bag.
“Okay, go ahead,” she said, pulling something out.
“Go ahead?” Four asked, barely stopping his voice from wobbling.
“Go ahead. Cry. You were on the verge of breaking down in there, you’ve got to let some of it out or there’s no way you’re making it through any more classes today,” Dot said matter-of-factly. She held up a small packet of tissues. “So cry, please.”
Four let out a hollow laugh. “I’m not going to just start crying because you told me to, Dot.”
“It’ll help, trust me,” Dot urged, and her voice softened. “It’s okay to be upset, Link. Anyone would be with what you’ve got going on. Just cry for a bit, and then we can go back. We don’t even have to go to the nurse if you don’t want to.”
Four laughed again, but the sound was watery. “Dot, just because Tw-Twilight is in the, the hospital, doesn’t m-mean, I...”
For some reason saying it out loud made it all crash down on him, and Four’s voice broke.
He tried to keep talking, but his breath hitched, and suddenly he was crying instead, a sob hiccuping from his throat. Dot stayed quiet as she set a hand on his shoulder, and Four felt tears begin to drip down his cheeks.
She rubbed it a little bit, and Four hiccuped again, wishing in the back of his mind that he could split. Then only a fourth of him would be sobbing his eyes out in front of Dot, and this would be a little less embarrassing.
But his powers were secret, and supposed to stay that way. So Four continued to cry, Dot scooting over to sit more closely beside him, her hand warm on his shoulder.
He didn’t know how long they sat there, Dot patting his shoulder while he cried his eyes out, but it was long enough that he was sure their teacher would be suspicious.
“Y-you should go back,” Four finally said, shakily wiping his eyes on his sleeve. “You’ll be missed.”
“Oh don’t worry about that, I can just say you threw up on me and I had to clean myself up,” she shrugged, offering him a tissue. Four let out a watery snort, but took it, shakily blowing his nose. “Or that the nurse wanted to make sure you hadn’t infected me. Ooh, or maybe you were so delirious you begged me to stay at your side, and I was forced to forgo math in order to stop your feverish ramblings.”
“No way that would work as an excuse,” Four said, his voice still wobbling.
“It might, you never know.”
Four fondly shook his head, then sighed, feeling drained from all the crying he’d just done. He didn’t feel... better, exactly, but he felt less overwhelmed by it all. His head felt less cluttered at least, and he gave Dot a grateful look.
“Thanks Dot,” he said quietly, and she nodded, then gave him a quick hug.
“Of course. If you need to talk, or just... anything else, just ask, okay?”
Four nodded, and hugged her back. “Okay.”
They sat under the stairs a little while longer, trying to make Four look like he hadn’t spent the last half hour crying, and then Dot pulled him to his feet, and they went to the nurse’s office together. They at least needed an alibi for being gone so long, and it would be suspicious if Four was never seen going to the nurse. Even if he only felt sick because of worry.
Four sighed as they walked down the hallways, and Dot squeezed his hand, giving him a little smile. He somewhat succeeded in returning it, and his thoughts drifted back to Wild, and their argument.
As soon as he made it through the rest of the school day, he’d... try and talk to him. He owed Wild that much at least.
And... Twilight would want him to try.
#IAU sunset arc babey#linkeduniverse#linked universe#incredibles au#Incredibles au fic#lu four#lu Dot#answers from the floor#anon#fic#writing from the floor#twilight’s fine obviously but it sure sends his family into a tizzy#it’s fun figuring out how things would change for this au#fun times. hehe.
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L.O.V.E. Sana — Talk that Talk - TWICE
#twice#twice sana#sana#minatozaki sana#talk that talk#twice talk that talk#kpop edits#femaleidolsedit#💛#dailytwice#posting this here too:D#made this today instead of working and it was fun hehe#inspired by a gowon shake it edit!:)
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valentines gone wrong ft. childe, scara, and neuvilette
a/n: yes. you read that right valentines work on september!! this is just something random i wanna write one day when i'm lying down and ofc i can't wait until february next year (also how is it alr almost 2 months since i posted something???)
tags: just fluff, light-read, and everything in-between, modern au (?) just don't think too much abt it hehe
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summary: it's valentines and of course you have plans to give sweets to your lover. however because one thing and another, you had to entrust it to someone else in hope it will be handed safely to them.
what happened when it didn't?
childe
you went home excited, anticipating his reaction to your handmade sweets, however what greets you at the door was a sulky childe, who avoided eye contact as if his life depended on it as he limits himself to a a sentence everytime you ask him something.
“something happened today, babe?” you asked him worriedly, the chocolate was the back of your mind seeing the state of your boyfriend in. “oh something definitely should have happened,” he quipped, his lower mouth sticking out slightly. “that sounds like a dig at me, did i forgot something?” you asked as you follow his gaze to what he thought must be the most interesting flower vase ever. he shrugged, refusing to give you more.
frustrated by his rejection to tell you what’s wrong, you held his face with both of your palm, turning his face to yours. although the move met no resistance, childe still refused to look at you in the eyes and only now his childish grumbles turned into such a sad expression.
“baby? please tell me what i did,” you were gentle with it, rubbing your thumb below his eyes. “...late.”
“what?”
“chocolate. where’s mine? i saw you gave your friends one so i don’t think im crazy to expect one too, especially as your boyfriend.” he pouted and you swore it looked so adorable and so out-of-character of him that you wanted to kiss him—wait.
“huh? but i did give you one!” you claimed, confusion rose inside you. “huh? but i didn’t get it...” childe’s face matched your expression. “well technically i gave it to scara to give it to you.. did he not... give it to you?”
“i wouldn’t be this insufferable if i got one, you know that, but no he didn’t say anything—and also really babe? scara? the guy who hates and made fun of me every chance he got?” he crossed his arm, raising an eyebrow, as he questioned your questionable decision-making. “hey give me a break, i was in a rush there thinking i couldn’t give you the chocolate in time. and he made me say please three times before he said he would consider doing it-oh i see how i was wrong there.” your line of ramble humbled you, the silence was loud.
“maybe he just put it in your bag or something?” you offered. “you really think he’s someone who’d do that?” he asked. “in desperate times i’d give even scara the benefit of the doubt,” you stated, opening childe’s bag. and there it was, put nicely at the very top, your chocolate for your lover.
you smiled, for all the shit-talk scara gave everyone on a daily basis you knew you could count on him. “see? i knew he’s actually a big softie for stuff like this.”
childe practically runs to your side. “my chocolate? aw babe so you really didn’t forget me!” he peppered kisses all over your face, then clasping the sweet to his chest like it’s a new-born baby. “of course i’d never. but maybe next year i’ll just give it directly to you.”
“yeah? please do, today’s event just wasn’t great for my heart.”
neuvilette
“welcome home, dear.” you greeted him cheerily as he just arrived home. it was quite late, and you had entrust the chocolate you were supposed to give to him at a reasonable hour so he could enjoy it instead of giving it to him at home.
he kissed your temple in return, a smile you’re still head over heels for on his lips. but it doesnt quite reach his eyes.
“what’s wrong?” you asked carefully. “nothing is wrong,” he replied, somehow looking nervous. “yet it’s strange for you to be looking so fidgety. tell me?”
“well,” he paused a little, stroking your hair as he pondered the best way to approach the sentence he’s about to say. “i saw you today giving chocolates to navia and wriothesley.. i couldn’t talk to you because i was in a rush to deal with an urgent case,” he said, not looking at you on the eyes. “oh, did that bother you? it’s just they’re such good friends of mine and it’s only friendship cookies-“
“no, dear of course not. i know you’re a loving person who always appreciate those around you, it’s just..”
“just?”
neuvilette looked like he didn’t hear the rest of the words after that you did make some for the white-haired male. a smile bloomed on his face as he shook his head. “no problem i will ask them about it tomorrow. i’m just delighted you kept me in your thoughts.” a gentle expression was loyal on his features. “well of course neuvillete, you hardly ever leave my thoughts, don’t you know?” he chuckled. “i’m familiar with that you see, considering you never leave mine as well.”
the next sentence was almost audible as he spoke. “do i not get one..?” he asked ever so softly sounding a little sad, his calloused hand ran across your arm, tracing along your vein as it touched your fingers and you're sure there's something wrong in your head because all you could think about that second was how adorable the usual charismatic man was being. yet you held your smile.
“of course you do! did it not reach you? i asked the guard in front of your door because i afraid i’d bother you at work hours. sorry neuvilette, i promised i made some for you, and i was so proud of it too...”
scara
“no i’m not.” he said, with the worst frown you’ve seen on him for a while and that’s saying a lot.
“you’re definitely sulking,” you said. “shut up,” he grumbled. “hey i was supposed to be one who’s doing the sulking. we’re nearing the end of the day and you haven’t even mentioned about the chocolate i gave you today!” you retorted out of frustration but most of all confusion because you had no idea what made your lover fall into such a bad mood.
“what.”
“what?”
“say that again,” scara said, “that i gave you chocolate?” you asked. “no you didn’t, you liar!” he complained, his frown deepened if that’s even possible. “wait what? i swear i asked childe to give it to you earlier today! i was ambushed by customers today at the shop so i was scared i couldn’t give it to you on time so i asked him. did it not get to you?” you explained.
“i came home empty-handed didn’t i? also really, that dense fool?” his displeasure was obvious upon the new information you couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. “don’t look so disgusted, he’s not that bad.”
“sure, although you know what’s bad? that i don’t have my chocolates right now.” he crossed his arm, fuming almost looking like a child who got their toys taken. “alright enough of your pouting. we’ll interogate him later. for now, i seem to have leftover ingredients, i’ll make you a new one.” you approached him, combing through the back of his hair as you planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. he replied by pulling you closer as he nuzzled into your neck. “it better be good,” he mumbled.
at the end you didn’t even make it to 5 minutes before scara followed you to the kitchen, insisting that he made it together too because he was ‘watching over you so you don’t mess up’ but personally i think he just felt bad because you need to make a new one and wanted to help you any way he can. that’s something he’d never admit even if there’s a gun pointing at his head, though.
#genshin x reader#genshin scenarios#genshin impact x you#genshin impact x reader#genshin fanfic#genshin x you#genshin fluff#childe x reader#tartaglia x reader#tartaglia x y/n#tartaglia x you#neuvilette x reader#scara x reader#scaramouche x reader#wanderer x reader#wanderer fluff
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hopefully this isnt much of an ask but would you be willing to make a jonathan crane x coworker!reader where we sort of intimidate him and or tease him and its kinda like enemies to lovers can be smut or not thank you!! :)
after hours - jonathan crane x reader
i saw this request and i was like...i fear this concept ate. i fw it!! this was fun to write - i got this finished within a few hours cause i was like whewww okay i like it. i hope u enjoy this anon! <3
summary: you work as a nurse (take a guess at what i major in...it had to be done. i saw an opportunity and took it.) at arkham asylum, and there's one person you work with that you just cannot stand - dr. jonathan crane.
warnings: smut 18+ minors dni!!, swearing, kissing, p in v, just general smut but also fluff hehe
you threw your car in park, your favourite colour water bottle in hand as you got out of the car in your scrubs. you had thrown your hair up in a claw clip that matched your water bottle, feeling cute - and made your way into arkham asylum.
you'd just started working at arkham - you were a new grad nurse, and you were excited! the pay was pretty high in comparison to other places that were hiring, i.e the hospital, so you jumped at the opportunity.
your coworkers and colleagues were all super sweet, and you were navigating your first few days around at work with ease, fitting right in and learning more and more every day on the job.
as you got to the staff room, you placed your bag in the lockers and headed off to the nurses station. you skimmed through the papers littered on the table to see what you were assigned to do today, and noticed you were most likely going to be having a relatively chill day. it seemed that you were just going to be shadowing one of the psychiatrists today and learning more about acute patient management.
"morning," your co-worker who happened to be the night shift nurse, said to you as she approached you at the counter, "i'm going home now, but i couldn't help but notice dr. jenson wants you to shadow dr. crane today instead of assessing and monitoring patients." she tells you, taking in a sharp breath.
she seemed to notice the look of confusion that washed over your face and quickly clarified. "not that that's bad in any way! i just figured she would want you to be doing what you usually do since in the few days you've been here, you've been doing so good. dr. jenson is really impressed. you know, you're really great for a new grad nurse." she laughs softly.
"oh, well, i'm glad to hear that - thank you. i try." you say, smiling brightly, "i haven't had a chance to meet dr. crane yet, actually. i know he only works with...specific patients and stuff." you say to your colleague.
jonathan crane was known around the asylum as a rather brash and cold individual. he wasn't super friendly, and often kept to himself and worked tirelessly with the patients that were under his direct care. he was the acting chief of psychiatry at arkham and hardly had the time to socialize and mingle with the other staff members.
"well, good luck with that." your co-worker said as she collected her keys and waved goodbye to you before you had a chance to ask her what she meant by that.
suddenly, you heard a smooth voice say your name from behind you - and you turned around to see a tall man, around 6'2, with cerulean blue eyes and glasses, wearing a suit, tie and what appeared to be a sweater vest staring at you with a clipboard in hand.
"i'm doctor jonathan crane." he says flatly, introducing himself. you smile at him softly, and politely introduce yourself.
"i'd rather not waste time on small talk and introductions, i am fully aware of who you are." he says condescendingly, wiping the smile right off your face.
you say nothing in response, too embarrassed by his sharp tone and direct words - and you follow him as he gestures you to do so.
so much for a good first impression.
for the entirety of your shift, he just talked down to you. made it his personal goal to make you feel shitty about yourself; explaining things to you as if you didn't just spend the last four years of your life suffering through nursing school just to be told you didn't know what you were doing.
it was agitating - infuriating, really. you did know what you were doing. your higher ups even told you so - unfortunately, jonathan was the higher ups to your higher ups, so there wasn't much you could do.
you would do something and he would find a way to criticize it. you would finish giving medication to a patient, and he would scoff as if you were stupid. you would monitor patients and chart everything with accuracy, and he would tell you that you weren't doing it properly.
it frustrated you terribly, but to no avail, he never changed his ways. and honestly, he was the only one complaining! dr. jenson would never criticize you like that, in fact she always said that your performance was phenomenal.
you and your co-workers theorized that he may even be jealous or intimidated by you because you were such a diligent employee, especially for someone so young - and you seemed to do everything with ease.
but you never quite understood why he would feel that way, though, since the two of you had totally different roles and careers.
and that's how the first few weeks of working on shift with dr. crane was. since the two of you didn't work side by side constantly - hence you having two different occupations - you would sometimes get a break from his condescending attitude and harsh words. but over time, you'd come to almost enjoy the push and pull dynamic between the two of you - but you doubted that it was mutual.
yes, the first month or two was rough - he was a straight up piece of shit to you, but over time, it seemed he had laid off of being mean...partially. he was still sarcastic and full of attitude, but you would sometimes notice that it seemed lighthearted in nature, even if he didn't say it aloud or tried his best to hide it.
today, you came into work as per usual, but you were working rotating night shifts so you it was a little less hectic than usual. as you finished charting a patients vitals, you heard footsteps approach from behind you in the quietness of the upstairs ward.
turning around, you saw a sleepy dr. crane.
"hey," you say to him, "you're still here? it's almost 10. i thought you would've gone home by now."
he scoffs at you (as per usual), and throws a stack of paper on the nearby desk. "if you haven't noticed, i'm the acting chief psychiatrist here - i have a plethora of staff and patients, amongst other things, to manage and attend to."
you just shake your head with a small laugh, taking your latex gloves off, and offer him a teasing response. "i know that, calm down. it's not that serious - it was just a question, dr. crane."
a few months ago, you would have never talked to him in such a way, but now, you felt comfortable doing so. the dynamic had shifted between you - it was one of those love-hate relationships.
"god, you are insufferable." he groans.
"and you're stuck up. like genuinely." you retaliate, a small smile playing on your lips. he doesn't care to respond, and just scoffs once more, picking his papers up and seemingly heading out for the night.
you didn't see him for a good three weeks after that, but now you were back on your normal dayshift schedule, and you saw him in the middle of your shift as you were returning from a patients room after administrating some medication.
"jesus, jonathan, watch where you're going!" you exclaim, as he almost walks straight into you, aquamarine coloured eyes focused on the stack of patient forms in his hand.
he looked at you and grimaced. "you watch where you're going - you're the one holding the syringe in your hand. and here i thought you'd be one to know about work protocols." he sneers, and you huff. "god, you're insufferable." you say, mocking him.
he shoots you a dirty look, and you smirk. "hit a nerve?" you ask innocently.
"i could fire you right now if i wanted to." he says angrily, but you just laugh softly as you make your way down the hall, brushing past him to dispose of the syringe in your hand.
later that day, as you were getting ready to head home from your shift, jonathan came up to you in the staff room.
"i'd like to speak to you in my office, if you would please come with me." he informs you curtly, and you raise a brow.
"my shifts over, i don't work after hours." you flatly say back, and he scoffs. "don't get mouthy with me, i can assure you it'll take a few minutes at most."
you let out a dramatic little "ughhhh," and place your bag down, following him to his office. as you went into his office, you noticed the way it looked - dark. the blinds were closed, lights slightly dimmed, and all the future seemed to be in a dark oak colour. various degrees with his name were framed on the wall - his bachelors, masters, and doctorate all hung up proudly.
"quite the collection you got there, but a little excessive, don't you think?'' you tease, as you sit in a chair opposite of him at his office desk. "very funny." he deadpans, and you smirk. "what did you need to talk to me so urgently about?" you ask, but what he said next shocked you.
"i'm giving you a raise." he says plainly, and your jaw drops. you thought he fucking hated you - or at least found you painfully annoying.
"a-a raise?" you stammer, looking at him with surprise. he sighs, and nods. "yes, that is correct."
"don't get me wrong - i am so grateful, but why? you always...put down my work. criticize everything i do." you say, a nervous laugh escaping your lips.
"i just- i just wanted to push you. i could see your potential." he says a little awkwardly, looking away.
"oh, i see." you say quietly, and he gets up the filing cabinet in the corner to sift through what you assumed were patient files.
"that's all. feel free to go." he says, tone gaurded, but as you got up to leave, you felt the sudden urge to stop in your tracks.
"wait- no. i still don't understand." you say, and he lets out an irritated sigh, staring at you with files in his hand. "i'm sorry - did you want me to take your raise back?" he asks rudely.
"i-i just don't know why you're so mean to me if my performance is so...good." you explain meekly, and he lets out another frustrated huff. "i told you, i was pushing you because i saw your...p-potential." he says, but you caught how he faltered at the end of his sentence.
"did you just stutter?"
"i will take back that raise. don't tempt me."
"tell me why you're so mean to me."
he stays silent for a moment, taking a few steps closer so that he was now standing towering over you. but he speaks up again, tone sharp and defensive. "are your cognitive abilities failing you? have you not heard what i've been saying? i said i saw potential-"
"that's such bullshit!"
"why does this bother you so much?"
"answer me!"
"i'm telling you i saw potential-"
"god i hate-"
but before you could say "you," his lips were crashing onto yours, and you melted into the kiss instantly, wrapping your arms around his neck. neither of you broke away, and the kiss deepened as he picked you up and placed you on top of his desk, holding your waist with a soft grip and your hands started to intertwine into his hair.
the two of you made out for a few minutes as he had you on his desk, but it didn't last long because both of you were just so fucking pent up. neither of you really hated each other - you just both found one another annoyingly attractive.
as he pulled away from the kiss, you wasted absolutely no time getting him out of his suit jacket, and quickly undid his tie as he took the top of your scrubs off.
"sorry." you suddenly say, and he looks at you confused. "what?"
you look down at the bra that you were wearing - it was kinda boring, you thought. just plain and black. "i didn't expect to be sleeping with my boss who hates me so i didn't really um...prepare?"
he just scoffs and continues to get you out of your clothes. "god, you truly are insufferable." but this time, it wasn't the same tone he usually took with you - no, it was different. it was for sure different. it was almost...loving.
he quickly unclasped your bra after fumbling with it for a few seconds. that was so him.
as you sat there on his office desk, in just your panties, you felt a little self conscious - you couldn't lie. subconsciously, you tried to cover up with your arms, but he stopped you.
"you're perfect - stop." he says softly, and you swore you saw him blushing. you didn't say anything back, but you slowly put your arms down and he took a deep breath in at the sight.
"beautiful." he whispers, before kissing you once more, sliding down your panties and fumbling with his own belt buckle. after a few mere moments of getting his pants off, his cock sprung free.
you pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath, and he took this opportunity to snake his hand behind your neck and softly hold onto your hair, pulling your head back to look at him.
he used his other hand to line up the head of cock with your now soaking cunt, and paused before looking back at you, cheeks tinted a rosy pink.
"tell me this is okay." he whispers, and you roll your eyes playfully. "oh, c'mon-"
"no. i'm your boss and i'm aware of the power imbalance between us. i need you to tell me that this is okay, sweetheart." he says to you, teasing your folds and making you moan.
"didn't take you for that kind of guy," you try to keep your composure, "but y-yeah, it's okay."
as you gave him the green light, he plunged his cock into you slowly, giving you time to adjust. as he stretched you open on his thick cock, you moaned and he cursed under his breath - your warm, wet, velvety walls sucking him in.
"oh fuck." you moan softy as he started to move slowly, as to not hurt you, wanting to be gentle. "i didn't know a cunt could be so tight-" he chokes, letting out a shaky breath.
"mmm- deeper, please." you whisper breathlessly, and he fucked you harder, deeper - faster.
you were a moaning, withering mess for him as his name fell from your lips like a prayer, and he moaned your name right back to you. "jesus - you feel amazing." he praised, and your cheeks burned at his sweet words.
the feeling of his cock plowing your tight cunt was dizzying, you could've sworn you almost felt him in your stomach. the both of you were breathing heavily and moaning, becoming a mess for the other.
"feels so good, don't stop." you moaned as kissed down your neck, biting occasionally, leaving marks. his grip on your hair tightened, and he pulled your head back a little further, giving him better access to your neck - to mark you as his even more than he already was.
"j-jon-" you pant, "i-ah, i'm gonna cum!" you say, and he speaks lowly by your ear, "cum all over my cock, fuck- you're so beautiful."
the tone of his voice, the words he was saying, the way he was fucking you - all of it was too much, and suddenly, you were squirting whilst screaming his name.
"oh sweetheart," he exasperates, looking at you in awe, "fuck, that's so hot." his thrusts sped up significantly, chasing his own release and you felt yourself whimper from the overstimulation.
"gonna cum-" he pants, and you pull him closer. "cum inside, please." you beg, and he grips your hair with such force it almost hurts. "a-are you sure-"
"yes!" you moan, "j-just fill me up, please jonathan-" you say, clinging onto him for dear life, and his thrusts came to a still as he groaned, hot cum spilling deep inside of you.
he doesn't move just yet, still staying buried deep in your cunt - making sure you take every last drop of him. his fingers ghosted over the marks on your neck, a small smile tugging his lips, making you smile back at him dopily with a sigh.
"so this is what you get up to after hours." you tease, and he captures your lips in a soft kiss, making you moan in surprise.
after a moment, he pulls back, still smiling softly at you - looking at you like you were an angel that fell straight from heaven into his lap.
"never, sweetheart," he says, feigning offence, "i was too busy fantasizing about you - too busy falling in love with you."
and with that, he pulled you into another deep kiss with his hands wrapped around your waist, making your heart melt - because you loved him too.
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: ticklish s/o !
based on this ask !
featuring : cyno, diluc, kazuha
cw : fluff, kinda ooc, not proofread
a/n : did i. just get a request. 😨😨😨 (im so sorry if it's not what u expected) btw i kinda change it to just the s/o being ticklish because i cannot write the same scenario over and over again, so i'm really sorry 🍩🐈 anon! :<
CYNO :
whenever cyno came home from work, you always offered to give him massages. you might think that cyno doesn't think much about it, but he actually appreciates it very much. that's why today, cyno decided to give you massages instead to relief your stress.
"i'm home." he opens the door to your home and greets you as usual. when you notice him at the door, you smiled at him and greet him back. you were about to told him to sit down on the chairs in the living room, but he told you to sit instead. "what? why?" you ask, but he didn't answer. so you do as he said.
he brings his hands up to your shoulders and start massaging you. it started very well, but then he hit a spot that is way too close to your neck, and you giggled. "what? are you making fun of my ability to massage people?" he sounds offended, which makes you laugh harder. "no-i'm not making fun of you hehe." you answered, but you're still giggling to yourself. cyno continued to massage you and you still won't stop giggling. "stop making fun of me, you're supposed to appreciate this."
"i am, i am appreciating this." but you still won't stop laughing, and that's when cyno came to a conclusion.
cyno stops his movement for a while, then chuckles. "oh? i didn't know you're ticklish." he smirked at you. you denied all of his teasings and you thought he would just pay no mind to it. but after knowing that fact, he won't stop tickling you no matter how many times you told him to stop. "you should've told me that you were ticklish sooner."
"it's pretty funny to tickle you from behind whenever you're busy doing something."
DILUC :
you're cooking breakfast for both you and diluc. well, adelinde already told you that you should rest in your bedroom with diluc and let her take care of both of your breakfast. but you insisted on cooking, so she let you do so. "good morning." you heard the voice of diluc approaching you. you greet him back and continued cooking. he walked by you and opened the cabinet.
that's when he accidentally bumped his hand to your sides, and you let out a giggle. "..what?" he asked out of confusion. you shaked your head, "no..it's nothing." diluc ignored your giggle from earlier and took a mug from the cabinet to drink. then, he accidentally bumped his hand again. and you giggled, again. "why are you laughing at me?"
"i'm so sorry, it's just that you keep bumping your hand at me and i feel pretty ticklish. so i can't help it." he paused for a moment after hearing your confession, then poke your side once again. "pfft—stop that. i'm cooking you know!" you pout at him, but it just amuses him even more. "i know that you're cooking. but i just can't help it, my love."
KAZUHA :
kazuha probably found out when you both are hanging out in inazuma. the sun is high up in the sky, and it made you sweat a lot. so kazuha told you to sit down on a rock under the tree with him to relax and enjoy the scenery. you couldn't relax though, because kazuha is leaning against your shoulder and his hair is brushing against your neck. and, being a ticklish person, this position is very unfortunate for you.
"what's wrong, sweetheart?" he sat back up and looked at you lovingly. you let out a sigh of relief as you didn't have to hold in your laughter anymore. "uh, it's just that your hair is brushing against my neck.." you look at him, and he looks at you. he didn't answer and only blinked a few times before chuckling.
"i'm sorry. didn't know you're ticklish." he smiled at you. you thought that the conversation had ended there and you both will continue exploring inazuma. but now, kazuha won't stop poking you at your sides. "stop it—pfft" you want to do the same to him but you know he isn't ticklish. "i'm so sad that my partner was hiding such a cute fact about themself from me."
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🩷 sex drive 🩷
☆ pairing: toji fushiguro x afab!reader
☆ summary: you go to a valentine's day blood drive at work. maybe it's just that you've been single for too long, but isn't the volunteer drawing your blood kinda...? well, let's just say you wouldn't mind exchanging a few other bodily fluids with him, too.
☆ tags: modern au, workplace au
☆ warnings: 18+!! MINORS DNI!! dirty talk, oral sex (f!recieving), slight exhibitionism, daddy kink
☆ a/n: happy valentine's day (again)!! another quick little treat for u all hehe...inspired by my real life experience of going to a valentine's day blood drive (except for the fun parts ofc lmao).
you knew you should have made up an excuse and stayed home today. you hate to be a cliche bitter ass single woman who's not getting any younger on valentine's day, but it's hard not to play to type when the whole office is decorated in cutesy pinks and reds. it definitely doesn't help that your boss, suguru, keeps getting visits every 15 minutes from his boyfriend satoru.
"ugh, what's with the pda?" you grumble at what feels like satoru's 30th visit to suguru's open cubicle. "haven't you two been together for, like, a thousand years already?" your coworker utahime helpfully makes gagging noises to emphasize your point.
"hey now, y/n, you KNOW that i'm the head of marketing and suguru's the head of sales! i can't help it if he and i have lots of important things to discuss," satoru protests with puppy dog eyes.
"i didn't realize important marketing meetings involve sitting on coworkers' laps now," utahime mumbles, and the pair of you giggle conspiratorially.
however, as the day goes on and utahime keeps receiving increasingly elaborate flower arrangements delivered to her from her doctor girlfriend shoko, you find yourself feeling more glum than ever. you decide to go out for a stroll, hoping the cold february air will slap some sense into you.
unfortunately, not even five minutes after you set out, droplets of threatening rain turn into a torrential downpour. you curse; in your mopey mood this morning, you totally forgot to check the forecast!
you really don't want to go back into the lovefest of your office right now, so you start looking desperately around for a rescue — an underhang to stand under, anything.
that's when you see a bright red sign advertising a blood drive for valentine's day being held at your neighboring building. that could be an interesting idea. at least this way, you can tell yourself you did a good deed on valentine's day instead of just complaining the whole time. even more appealingly, you see that it'll take about an hour, which is one less hour you'll have to spend around satoru's soppy nicknames for suguru. after shooting a quick text to your team's group chat informing them of your last minute appointment, you decide to brave the rain and head over, hoping there's an opening for a walk-in.
you enter the room where the blood drive is taking place, praying you don't look too much like a drowned rat. your self-consciousness melts away and you smile brightly when you see a familiar face.
"shoko! you're volunteering here today?"
"oh, hey y/n," your quiet friend replies, giving you a small smile back. "yeah, utahime and i have a date nearby this evening, so i thought i might as well sign up. what time was your appointment for?"
"well, uh, i didn't exactly make an appointment..." you say awkwardly. "are walk-ins ok?"
"no problem, we got a lot of no-shows today anyway," shoko replies with a subtle roll of her eyes. she then hands you a clipboard and a pen. "just fill this out, and i'll get you screened and set up and everything."
you gratefully take the clipboard and head into the tiny compartment curtained off at the side of the room, presumably to give donors some privacy as they get screened. you fill out the form (trying not to think of your stupid ex boyfriend when you encounter the questions about your sex life), and once you're done, you poke your head back outside of the compartment.
"i'm ready now, shoko," you call. when your friend doesn't answer, you crane your neck around to the desk where she had been sitting. "shoko?"
"she just went on break," a husky, masculine voice replies from behind you. "i'll be taking over." you look back and are immediately floored by what just has to be the finest specimen of the male form you've ever seen, clad in obscenely tight scrubs that emphasize every bulging muscle. focus!!
"oh thanks doctor...um...fushiguro," you read from his nametag. he's so tall that it happens to be at your eye level, giving you quite a nice eyeful of his firm, muscular chest. what business did men have being this tall, anyway?!
"just call me toji," he says casually, grinning down at you. he takes the clipboard from your outstretched hands and jerks his head back towards the compartment you had been waiting in. "let's head back there so we have more...privacy." maybe it's just your imagination, but you could have sworn he smirked when he said that. you take deep breaths to suppress the unholy thoughts you're having, and you follow him back into the side room.
when you push the curtain aside and go in after him, you see he's already settled into one of the two chairs crammed into the tight space that he's clearly a little too large for. as you daintily resume your position in your own chair, he shifts and splays his long legs out, brushing your thigh with his knee. you inhale sharply.
he clears his throat and pulls out a pair of reading glasses from his breast pocket before reading your questionnaire. he nods at your answers (although you can't help but turn beet red as his eyes scan over the section about when you last had a new sex partner).
"looks fine to me. let's take your blood pressure now...y/n" he says, positively purring when he sounds out your name. "beautiful name for a beautiful girl," he says with a roguish wink, making you turn even redder than you ever knew was possible. was he making you uncomfortable on purpose?!
"mind taking your top off?" he asks, rummaging around in the drawer in front of him.
"i'm sorry?!" you choke out. that was a freebie! happy fucking valentine's day to you!
"oh, sorry, i meant so i can put the bp monitor around your arm. i don't know if you can roll your sleeves up in that blouse," he says, looking up from the drawer. you notice his eyes on your breasts, and you realize that you of course had worn your white button down over your lacy black camisole on the day mother nature decided to get you soaking wet. you must look like such a hussy!
you quickly unbutton your blouse and show him your arm to wrap the thick velcro band around, trying hard to avoid eye contact. it doesn't matter, though; you can feel his eyes boring into you like lasers. why does he have to be so hot?! you hope being in his presence won't throw off your blood pressure reading...you can feel your pulse going a little haywire.
As he tightens the band and starts the measurement, toji starts making small talk.
"so, you doing anything for valentine's day?"
ugh. anything but this topic.
"no," you reply simply, hoping not to broker further discussion.
he presses on, not taking your cue (or if he did, he ignored it.)
"no? what, your partner doesn't celebrate?"
toji reads out your bp measurement to you, but you don't even pay attention to it as you notice his hand brushing the side of your breast as he unwraps the bp monitor's band from your exposed arm. you gulp as you realize only the thin satiny layer of your cami is keeping his hands from touching your tits.
"uh..ah.." you say, hoping he doesn't notice the effect his one brief physical touch had on you, "n-no...my ex-boyfriend and i broke up a few months ago already." you don't mention how you saw him in your bed on your birthday in the arms of another person.
toji looks up at you from darkly hooded eyes.
"his loss...i know i'd treasure valentine's day with a pretty little thing like you."
just like that, toji snaps back into professional mode again, leaving you reeling once more from his flirtatious behavior. he was way too handsome to be acting like this on a dime! a girl like you could get ideas...
"i'm going to do a thumbprick now to get a quick reading on your blood. is that ok with you?"
you nod, and he grins at you.
"that's my girl," he hums in a low voice.
then, before you're even able to process what's happening, he takes your hand and engulfs it in his own. he then begins rubbing your hand back and forth, and you feel a small frisson of pleasure at the sensation of his callouses against your small, soft fingers.
"noticed your skin was a little cold, so i thought i'd warm your hand up before taking the sample," he explained, but you're hardly able to even listen to him as you enjoy the blissful sensation of his hands rubbing yours. his fingers were so long and thick, and so dextrous... how would those fingers feel somewhere else...no! stop! what are you thinking?! you've definitely been single for too long.
"all right, y/n," toji murmurs gently. "you're just going to feel a small prick...sorry about that..." he takes the sample and puts it into a machine for processing. he then reaches back into the drawer and withdraws a digital thermometer.
"while we're waiting for that to finish, let's take your temperature." you nod and extend your hands to take the thermometer from him, but he ignores you and instead roughly takes your chin in one of his huge, warm hands, tilting your head up towards his chest.
"open up for me now, y/n" he purrs, your name sounding like the sweetest and most beautiful sound you've ever heard when it's coming from his mouth; you can't help but comply. he gently inserts the thermometer under your tongue, and you note his eyes lingering on your lips for much longer than they have to. embarrassingly, you notice heat pooling between your legs, and tension twisting by your belly button. you could get used to this...all too soon, though, the thermometer beeps, and he takes it out. toji clicks his tongue as he reads the small display.
"99 degrees even," he reads out. "now that's a surprise."
"what? why's that?" you ask, confused. how could a body temperature be surprising?
"well, our cutoff is 99.5, and i was sure you'd be way too hot," he says with a laugh and another wink. you giggle back demurely; you can't help but act all girlish and coquettish with someone like him. you've never seen a man in real life wink so much, but you find you don't mind. it suits him.
"all right, y/n, let's go get some blood drawn!" he says enthusiastically, rising from his chair. you follow suit. he reaches around you (did his arm just brush your breasts again?) and opens the curtain for you. "after you, princess."
you used to hate when your ex called you "princess"...but when toji called you that, it sounded like the doors to the heavens opened and angels were singing. you'll definitely be thinking about that for awhile. probably before bedtime, and probably while touching yourself. you sigh and exit the small room before hopping up onto one of the cots that were brought to the building for the blood drive.
toji pops a small stress ball into your hand. "now, make a fist for me," he says, using his fingers to close yours, "and start squeezing that." he squeezes his fist around yours. it wasn't so confusing of an instruction that you needed a demonstration, and you're beginning to suspect that toji's making excuses to keep touching you. not that you mind, exactly.
you keep squeezing, and he examines the tender inside of your elbow. "that's a gorgeous vein you've got there, princess. this'll be easy for me," he murmurs seductively, and you blush. you've never been complimented on a vein, of all things, before.
soon, toji pierces your arm (pursing his lips sympathetically as you emit a sharp gasp, which of course makes you stare at his lips), and your blood is pumping merrily into a bag. you decide to make conversation with him, this time.
"how about you, toji? i'm sure someone like you has big plans for valentine's day, right?" you ask, raising your eyebrows suggestively.
"oh, yeah," he chuckles. "if you count getting high and watching magnolia for the millionth time big plans. i don't really go for that stuff," he says.
"i love paul thomas anderson," you say huskily, trying to flutter your eyelashes at him. it's been a long time since you've flirted, and you're probably embarrassing yourself. "you know what the perfect film of his for today would be, though?"
"what's that, princess?"
you smirk. "there will be blood."
toji lets out a huge laugh in spite of himself, and you smile proudly. flirtation successful!
soon, your blood has filled the small bag, and toji removes the needle, pressing gauze to the wound. the feel of his hands pressing into your arm is one of the most blissful things you've felt all week. he asks you to continue maintaining the pressure, and you feel like whining that it won't feel as nice as when he does it before remembering where you are and complying. you watch as he picks up your sample and sorts it in with the others; you feel a bit shy, seeing him manhandle your little blood bag like that. it feels so intimate.... you gulp as you imagine him manhandling you like that.
"all right, y/n, now you just need to rest for twenty minutes, and you'll be good to go." you start climbing out from the cot, feeling a little disappointed that your short, exciting interaction with toji is coming to an end. oh well. some excitement is better than none.
"we have some cookies for the donors in the seating area," he continues. "lucky you...i'd love a little taste of something sweet right about now..."
ok, it definitely wasn't your imagination — he positively growled that last sentence, and he was eyeing you. as you get up, you notice you're a little shaky on your feet; you realize that you actually hadn't eaten lunch before coming, since you'd been in such a rush to get away. you list and sway dangerously to one side, but a pair of strong arms braces you. you let your head fall back onto a perfectly firm, taut chest.
"careful, there, sweetheart" toji whispers in your ear, his breath tickling your sensitive skin as he lifts you up. you try not to think too much about how your back is pressed into him right now. "i think i'd better keep an eye on you." he walks you over to the front of the room, bracing your back against himself the whole way over. he leads you to the front of the room, where there are folding chairs and a card table with a small platter of supermarket cookies as promised. as shoko had alluded earlier, the blood drive was not busy at all. in fact, it was completely empty currently; just you and toji, alone in this room... you feel yourself getting faint again, but not for the same reason.
"y'know, princess..." toji says, sitting again with his legs splayed out over the chair across from you as you nibble a chocolate chip cookie. "my shift's ending right about...when your observation period ends."
you tilt your head inquisitively at him, hoping you knew why he was saying this. he leans forward, the flimsy plastic chair creaking under the weight of his solid muscle. what you'd let that muscle do to you...
"i don't think that i, as a medical professional, can let you go back to work today..." he continues. "i think you'd better go home after this." then, he smiles deviously. "and i think i'd better take you back, just to give you a...full examination."
it takes all of your restraint not to fling the rest of the cookie down and jump his bones right then and there. instead, you reply,
"i think i'd appreciate the house call." you do your best to make your voice ooze with suggestion so he knows you're picking up what he's putting down.
after what feels like the slowest fifteen minutes of your life, it's finally time to leave. just as toji's shift is about to end, shoko returns from her break, and you take the opportunity to ask her to have utahime bring your things back home from the office for you. since they're your neighbors, you can pick them up later tonight. or perhaps, tomorrow morning...just in case tonight gets a little too busy.
"something came up," you explain to her breathlessly, but you know shoko notices toji's hand creeping up the small of your back.
"have fun," shoko says to the both of you, only slightly judgmental but mostly encouraging.
since you took the bus to work that morning and toji refuses to wait a moment longer than he has to to commence your "examination," he insists on driving you back in his car. you both practically sprint through the parking lot, and he breaks at least three traffic laws zooming back to your apartment in the rain as you yell directions. for a doctor, he sure is awfully reckless.
finally, finally, after an agonizingly long wait, you're at your building. you're about to climb out of the car, but toji is way ahead of you, opening the door for you. you are about to climb out and jokingly thank him for his chivalry when he unceremoniously scoops you out of your seat and swings you over his shoulder. you shriek with laughter.
"toji! put me down!"
you're also all too aware that you're wearing a pretty short skirt that day.
"sorry, princess," he says smoothly. "it's protocol. i can't have you walking back in just in case you pass out, or something."
you're about to ask if he's even been to medical school when he shoves your key into your apartment door, slams it open, and, equally roughly, slams your back against the wall. the breath is shoved out of your lungs as he immediately captures your mouth with his, swallowing any potential protest you might have had (which you didn't, you absolutely didn't. not even close.). he carries your entire weight easily as he shuts the door behind him with his foot; you're hardly paying attention, though, as you're too busy widening your mouth and entangling your tongue with his. you greedily bite down on his lip, and he growls in response.
"let's get you to the examination table," he groans. you wrap your legs around his narrow waist, and he carries you haphazardly to your dining table, crashing into and knocking over furniture along the way. carrying you with one arm, he carelessly clears the table with his other before plopping you onto the tabletop. he kneels before your legs and tears off your tights in one swift motion.
"i hope you're planning to help clean up—" you start, but your breath hitches in your throat as he begins kissing up your ankle, then your calf...then your thigh...he gets slower and slower as he gets closer to where you most want him to go. you try to shift forward on the table to bring your throbbing center closer to him, but he holds you firmly in place with two powerful hands clamped on your hips.
"patience, princess..."
you close your eyes and start taking deep breaths, but the moment is disrupted by an annoying loud vibration against the wooden tabletop.
"who the fuck is 'ryomen sukuna?'" toji scoffs, "and why do you have a heart next to his name? you been lyin' to me, princess? have you been naughty?"
"no," you breathe, and it comes out as a whine. "no, daddy, i've been a good girl, promise. please..."
"'please' what, princess? help daddy out here," he purrs with a wicked grin. just then, your stupid phone vibrates again, and you're about to pick it up and throw it out the window when toji wrests it from your grip.
"your idiot ex, i'm guessing?" he asks. all you can do is nod, the words robbed from you.
"well, my professional recommendation is...for you to tell him to fuck off."
"i will, toji, i promise," you pant. "please, just ignore him, i promise, he's nothing to me."
"you're not listening to me, princess..." toji says in a low, dangerous voice. "i want you to tell him to fuck off. right. now." he slides the answer button on your phone and hands it to you before you can protest.
"h-hello?" you say, trying to keep your voice steady. "sukuna?"
"heyyyy, y/n....missed hearing your voice, boo," sukuna coos, clearly inebriated. you scoff in disgust; it's only four in the afternoon. sukuna was such a mess.
"what do you want, sukuna? i thought i w-was..." you start out assertively, but your resolve is breaking as a practiced tongue once again starts swirling its way up your legs, alternating between your left and right thighs. you clench your toes and grit your teeth before continuing.
"i was ... clear...that ... that we're o-over," you say, the last word coming out as a moan as you feel a set of teeth pulling off your panties ever so gently.
"baby, i told you!" sukuna whines. "uraume's nothin' to me, babe! they're just a friend! you're my one and only, baby!"
even in the midst of the sensory overload occurring in your bottom half, you still roll your eyes. yeah, "just friends" made out in bed naked all the time, right?
"i want you to...to...s-stop.." you pant, as sukuna finally picks up on your strange manner of speech.
"hold on, y/n, is someone there with you?" he snarls, his famous temper rising to the forefront. "you whoring it up with another guy already?"
at that, toji grabs the phone from you and growls into it, "seems like she finally decided she needs a real man, not some cheatin' asshole who can't appreciate her properly!"
the moment he finishes talking, toji leans back into your thighs and finally plunders you with his tongue, raising the phone to your mouth in time for you to moan sinfully into it as sukuna is arguing back. toji doesn't even bother hanging up as he throws the phone across the room.
toji grips your thighs tightly enough to leave bruises as he feasts on you, and you wrap your legs around him, tangle your hands in his short hair, and squirm in delight. it doesn't take you very long to come undone under his practiced mouth.
he rises back to his feet, licking his lips.
"finally got to satisfy my sweet tooth today," he says mischievously. you grab the v-neck of his shirt and tug him closer to you aggressively.
"take me to bed. it's your turn next," you declare authoritatively. then, you kiss him fiercely, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue.
"your wish is my command, princess," he replies with a dark chuckle, before lifting you, bridal style, to your bedroom.
this was shaping up to be a great valentine's day after all.
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Thinking about Steve doing his daughters hair and how much fun they all have. Like I'm imagining him trying out new styles all the time and then telling his daughters how beautiful they are. <3
this made my heart so full omg i love love loved this sm i made it a lil blurb hehe; dad!steve & mom!reader, 1.1k hehe
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Steve does his girls’ hair at breakfast every morning while they’re busy eating. It’s easier when they’re occupied with something else. He places their pancakes in front of them and gets to work on their hair. Phoebe is first, requesting pigtails with bows, knowing her dad’s limitations. She’s always easy, usually has simple requests, and has gotten good at sitting still. He gets her soft curls into two pigtails and then pats her gently, telling her to go find two bows so he can put them in her hair. She jumps up quickly, running off to their bedroom in search of her bows.
“Me next, daddy!” Nora exclaims, bouncing in her seat excitedly. She knows she’s next, she always is, but she can’t wait any longer, especially when she knows exactly what she wants.
“You’re next, Nor,” Steve nods, rounding the table to her seat, “How do you want your hair today, honey?”
“Mmm… I want braids. Please,” she still struggles with her r’s from time to time, and it comes out as a w sound instead.
“Braids, huh?” Steve asks, running a brush through her hair as carefully as he can, “Just one braid? Or more than one?” He’s still not great at braids, so he secretly hopes she just wants one, but he’ll try his best no matter what she requests.
“Umm…” she pauses, taking a moment to put up a few of her fingers, “two pretty braids!”
“Two braids?” Steve asks, gently fixing her fingers, putting down the extra one she’d held up, “There, that’s two, baby. Yeah, we can do two. Think you can sit still and eat your pancakes while I do your hair?”
Nora nods confidently, tiny fingers vying for the pieces of pancake on her plate, shoving it into her mouth a bit roughly, smearing syrup across her cheek. Steve does his best not to laugh, wiping the syrup away before getting started on Nora’s hair. She sits mostly still for a few minutes, but it’s not long until she starts wiggling again. He can’t blame her; her pancakes are gone and with nothing to distract her, she finds it hard to sit still, but only one of the braids is done, “Nora, honey, I just gotta do one more. Sit still, please. I promise I’m almost done.”
Claire, the baby — who isn’t much of a baby anymore — proves to be a good distraction while Steve finishes up Nora’s hair. She’s making a mess with her food more than she’s actually eating it, and Nora giggles the entire time, making silly faces at Claire that she’s seen Steve do a hundred times. It makes Steve’s heart swell to see them interact like they do, but Phoebe and Nora have to get to school soon, so he squeezes Nora’s shoulders gently, “Your braids are done, baby. Go look at ‘em!”
She quickly scrambles off of her chair, darting to the bathroom just down the hall. Steve can hear the way she knocks a few things around to drag her stool in front of the mirror, followed by a shriek of excitement. She’s flying back into the kitchen a moment later, small arms wrapping around Steve’s legs, “I love it! Thank you, daddy!”
“You’re welcome, babe. They look so, so pretty on you. Go see if Bee needs help with her bows, yeah?”
Steve finally turns his attention to his youngest. Claire is sitting in her highchair, waiting patiently for her turn. Everything about Claire goes against what Steve had heard about the third child. She’s quiet and patient, even as a toddler. He smiles at her, ruffling the dark waves on her head, “Ready for your turn, Claire bear?”
She babbles some nonsense that Steve takes as a yes, clapping her hands together excitedly as he dips down to press a kiss to the top of her head. She doesn’t have too much hair, yet, so his choices are limited, but still he asks softly, “What do you want, bear? You’d look so pretty with a little pony, don’t ya think?”
He runs his fingers through her wispy hair, pulling a little bit of it out of her eyes and tying it back with a small elastic. He works on cleaning her up next, wiping the sticky syrup from her chubby cheeks and fingers. Unbuckling the pieces that keep her in the highchair, Steve lifts her up, perching her on his hip, “All clean! Y’ready to bring your sisters to school, huh? Should we go find ‘em?”
But then, just before he can go off in search of them, both of them return to the kitchen, followed by you. You’re ready for work, in your nice clothes, hair and makeup done, and Steve grins at the sight of you. You’re always beautiful, of course, but it’s the first time Steve’s getting a good look at you today, and it makes his heart skip a beat, “There’s my girls! Look at all of you! You all look so pretty today. Can you at least take turns looking so gorgeous? Gonna give dad a heart attack.”
You roll your eyes at his dramatics, but smile all the same as you approach Steve and peck his lips before plucking Claire out of his arms, “Don’t be so dramatic, Steven. You’ve managed it every other day, I’m sure you’ll make it through today.”
Steve huffs, returning the quick kiss. His hands travel down to your small bump as soon as Claire’s out of grasp, rubbing in a small circle over your shirt, “You’re the worst offender, honey. That pregnancy glow is really kicking in.”
“It wasn’t before?” you ask, totally teasing, though you know it’ll get a reaction out of him.
“No, it totally was, I just meant—“
“Kidding, Stevie,” you giggle, pressing your fingers into Claire’s tummy to get her to laugh, too, “Nora’s braids look really nice today, babe. I’ll help them get their shoes on, you should go get ready for work, too.”
“I will,” he laughs, pressing a kiss to your cheek, and then Claire’s, turning to leave.
Just as Steve makes it to the door, though, Phoebe tugs on the hem of Steve’s shirt to get his attention, “Daddy! Look at my bows!” She turns quickly to show him the bows she’d picked out for her hair. They’re not matching, but she likes them, and that’s all that matters to Steve.
“Oh wow, honey, they’re perfect! Great choices. Daddy’s gonna get ready for work, and we’ll head to school, okay? Help your sisters get their shoes on so mommy doesn’t have to do all the work, okay?”
"Steve! I'm pregnant, not incapable of helping our girls get ready!"
#steve harrington x reader#dad!steve harrington#dad!steve#steve harrington#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington imagine#sunshinesteviee#sunshinesteviee writing
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Can I request Rollo going on a Valentine's Day "date" with MC and having fun like an old married couple all the while the boys, and maybe even the staff, are screaming in denial?
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author’s note : aaaa ok so, i wanted to make one of those big posts i do sometimes (where i include every nrc boy with hcs for each one) y’know, for a valentines special— but that didn’t work so we’re spending valentines with rollo instead (with a small mention of the nrc boys being jealous. probably punching walls and crying) (plus the staff being concerned dads)
—takes place in that one theory au thingy where rollo lives with you in ramshackle :) happy valentines day!
the week before valentines day has been.. suffocating.
gifts and requests to be your valentine have been coming in like crazy. the desk in your room has become a mess, crowded with flowers, letters, and all sorts of sweets that all pile on top of each other.
all of them, you’re flattered to have received, but unfortunately don’t really want. you already have your eyes on someone, and it’s not anyone that’s already asked you out.
“you have quite the amount of admirers, prefect.” rollo acknowledges the large mound of items, sifting through it with your permission. he grimaces at all the love letters you’ve gotten. “do you reciprocate any of their feelings?”
you shake your head, and he lets out a small sigh of relief, glad to know he hasn’t lost you to anyone.
as rollo turns his attention back to looking through the pile, you’re hyping yourself up, trying to channel the confidence of everyone who confessed to you combined. with just one day before valentines, you’ve gotta shoot your shot now.
there’s nothing to lose, right?
“i’ve been thinking,” you start. you almost consider chickening out when you meet eyes with rollo. he’s so unintentionally intimidating with his soulless (but pretty) eyes. “since neither of us have a valentine.. we should be each others. i-if you wanna be! totallyokayifyoudon’twantto—”
“i’d like that.” he interjects. he covers up his quickly reddening face, but you can still spot some blush on the tips of his ears. you hardly pay attention to it though since you’re too busy silently celebrating.
“it’s decided then.” you giggle. rollo nods, lowering his handkerchief to reveal a soft smile, looking uncharacteristically adorable.
you’d just have to try and keep this a secret from the other boys. they’d probably hate him even more if they found out about this, and you’d die if all the forced getting-along you made them do went to waste.
you actually thought you’d be able to keep your “date” hidden, but then you told grim about it— a terrible mistake.
the biggest rule in the book : never trust grim to keep his mouth closed.
the first people he blabbed to was ace and deuce, who spread the word to the rest of the first years, who spread it to their dorm leaders— and not before long, the rest knew. even the staff managed to get word of it too.
the boys were, as you’d expected, sulky. you chose rollo over him? did rollo go against what he constantly preaches and cast a spell on you?
they all go about their days valentine-less and ill tempered thinking about you and rollo being all lovey-dovey.
meanwhile, the staff are somewhat worried. rollo has no intentions of harming you, they’re aware. but the thought of (what might as well be) their child becoming romantically involved with someone who tried to strip the world of magic has them feeling troubled.
you and rollo are completely oblivious to any of this, though. at least until you get back from your date out at the town.
“so this is the town,” rollo says. “i’ve never had a chance to come down here until today.”
“hehe. what do you think? isn’t it nice down here?”
he nods, eyes scanning all the different buildings until they stop and linger on a bakery. a patisserie, to be exact. through the window, there are several sweets and baked goods on display, and he’s got his eye right on the croissants. you follow where he’s looking and giggle.
“wanna go to that patisserie?” you ask.
“if you don’t mind.”
after purchasing a croissant per rollo’s silent request, you two sit on a bench. he rips the good, giving you the bigger half and you thank him.
“this reminds me of that time at the trip!” you hum. “you were showing me around and we stopped by that bakery to buy a croissant, we even split it and ate it on a bench exactly like we are right now.”
“i remember. it’s perhaps the only moment of the symposium i look back fondly on.”
of course, that’s a lie. every moment at the symposium he shared with you is a moment he looks back fondly on. he’d feel far too embarrassed to say it out loud though.
“it’s such a simple, but sweet memory.”
“the way you’re reminiscing it almost makes it feel as though this was ages ago.”
“i know i know, this was just a little over a month ago. but it’s kind of crazy to me.” you smile. rollo tilts his head, nonverbally asking you to explain. “what i meant by that was.. it feels like we’ve known each other for much longer than a measly little month and a half. don’t you think?”
for what feels like the millionth time to rollo, he gets flustered. even more so when you put your hand on top of his.
but he ponders your question. it really does feel like you’ve known each other for far longer. it’s odd to him how quickly he warmed up to you— rollo’s never been one to get along easily with others. and with that, he’s never been one to open up easily either. but you were able to crack his shell.
“i agree.” he slowly smiles. “happy valentines day, prefect.”
#rollo has had a grip on me for like 3 months now help#(dont help)#gn reader#twst#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland#rollo x reader
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Maybe just. Floyd being handled gently and lovingly, not because his s/o thinks he's weak but because they love him and think he deserves it? Does that give you any ideas? Feel free to delete if that's not what you want to write about but hope I was able to give you something or an idea to write about for Floyd
AGH YESS I WOULD ABSOLUTELY DO THAT TO HIM HES JUST SO LOVEABLE and thank you for the thought dear annon this is very much appreciated <3
Shrimp and eel
Floyd always got into fights, whether it was for azul when someone broke the contract or just for fun, either way in the end he always ended up with an injury, mostly a bloody nose but did that stop him? No. No it didn't. Which is why you took it upon yourself to patch him up whenever he got injured, at first you thought he'd be annoyed but it's actually quite the opposite, when you first asked if you could patch him up his eyes lit up and nodded his head like a madman quickly sitting Infront of you, so this kinda became like a thing for you 2, everytime he'd get injured or even just sad and moody he'd come to his dear shrimp for comfort.
Giggling while you were cleaning his scratched cheek so he wouldn't get an infection, then grabbing a bandaid to put on it
"hehee~ shrimpy is really like a shrimp"
You raised your brow at him not understanding what he meant
"in the coral sea eels and shrimp have a symbiotic relationship, the shrimp cleans the eel or helps with an injury and in return eels protect shrimp~" he answered smiling at you with closed eyes, flushing at his adorableness for a second, he giggled and held your face in his hands kissing your nose smiling even wider.
Like I said he also came to you when in need of moral support, anytime he was feeling down, angry or grumpy he'd come to you and cling onto you,
" it's not fair! Azul made me work all day because him and jade had some matters to attend to! So when I didn't go to work today because I was tired he got mad at me!" Floyd whined, nuzzling into your neck as you stroked his hair listening to him and waiting for him to finish ranting so you could comfort him
" oh Floyd it's okay, I understand how annoying it must've been but you can always get back at azul with your shenanigans"
you realised from the past events that normal comforting didn't really help him, so you gave him ideas on how to fuck up the problem instead, which was very helpful. he was no longer grumpy and instead laughing and agreeing with you, he pulled his head away from you "thank you Shrimpy, I already know what to do to azul so he never does that again~" Floyd said smiling evilly (if that's even a word) then took a hold of your face and peppered it with kisses saying how happy he was that his shrimp was always there to help him out♡
The end
I loved this request SO MUCH it reminded me of that symbiotic relationship eels and shrimp have and it really is adorable, thank you dear annon🫶
#twst#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#floyd leech x mc#floyd leech x reader#floyd leech x yuu#twst fluff
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risky, risky, risky - professor!dad!chan x female reader
chapter four: "Can you call me Chan instead?"
word count: 3.8K
warnings: SMUT (oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, name calling (baby and princess), praise?), foul language, age gap, mentions of death, children?
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*written in Chris' POV*
Once my class had ended, I pulled out my phone and texted Jisung. I think I was just in so much shock from seeing Y/N again that I needed to tell someone! Changbin also felt the need to be a part of the fun.
They both proved to be nearly no help at all, so I sat in my classroom and took a deep breath. I recalled the last time I saw her. It felt so naughty to be thinking about my student that way, but I couldn't help it. It was wrong and yet all I wanted was to see her again. I thought that the note she had written for me was the last time I would ever hear from her again, but the universe seemed to have different plans. I was broken from my trance when I heard someone clear their throat, another student who had come in with questions about my homework policy.
I was in a complete daze in the other two classes that I had that day, completely shaken by my encounter with Y/N. Had I taken it too far after class? Would I lose my job because of our previous encounter? Surely I would be fine, but I couldn't help but worry. After all of my classes had ended for the day, thank God, I grabbed my bag and left, leaving to pick up Leo from his daycare.
"Daddy!" I heard my little boy yell as I made my way up tp the door. He jumped into my arms and threw his arms around my neck. We walked back to the car and I put him into his carseat.
"Were you a good boy today, Leo?" I asked with a smile on my face, buckling him in. Being around my son always put me in a good mood, no matter how shit my day had been.
"Mhmm," he responded with a smile. He was my spitting image, with some of his mother sprinkled in of course, but when he smiled two dimples appeared on his cheeks.
"Well then, I think good boys deserve some sweets! Would you like that, Leo?" Honestly, I think I needed something sweet myself to cheer myself up. Or a reward for actually making it through the day.
"Yes please Daddy!" Leo responded with a giggle. With that we drove to a little cafe on our way home.
*written in Y/N's POV*
The day seemed to go by a lot smoother after Wonnie and I got home.She insisted I watched a movie with her before I got ready for my closing shift at Chill. We finished some cheesy movie about two strangers that meet one day at a coffee shop and fall in love so easily. It honestly left a bad taste in my mouth. Nothing happens that easily, not without consequences at least. My mind wandered and thought about Chris every so often. What would it be like to fall in love with him? Maybe I would let myself if the circumstances weren't as complicated as they were. I had almost forgotten how attractive he was until I saw him again today.I don't know what image was hotter, the laid-back version of Chris that I met at Venom, or the put-together professional Chris that I was in the classroom. I physically shuttered at the idea that I was thinking about my professor this way, but I couldn't help it. He was hot, as fuck!
"You okay over there?" Wonyoung asked as she saw me shiver. Had she seen me zoning out this entire time?
"Yeah. I think I'm gonna shower before work," I announced as I threw the blanket off of me and got up from the couch. Wonnie said nothing else, just side-eyed me as I walked to the bathroom.
I got ready, putting on my uniform and throwing my hair into a high ponytail. I blew Wonnie a kiss before leaving the apartment and walked to Chill. I enjoyed walking to work most of the time, but today my mind couldn't seem to sit still. The walk, that's only usually 10 minutes, seemed so much longer today. How would I face him for the rest of the year without wanting to tear his clothes off? I pushed all of my thoughts aside as I walked into the cafe.
Work was annoyingly slow today, only a couple of students coming in here and there to study, but not nearly enough people came in to keep my attention. As I was sitting behind the register, I started doodling on a napkin that was just sitting there. I was interrupted when I heard the sound of the bell on the door, announcing that someone was here. I looked up from the napkin and there he was, YET AGAIN. Only this time, he had a little human attached to his side. My eyes widened in realization.
"H-hi wh-what can I g-get you both today?" I stuttered. Sure, my confidence had gone up over the Summer, but my past hook up slash current college professor walked into my place of work holding hands with a child. I tried to recall the night we met, and I don't think I remembered seeing a ring on his finger, but the child attached him wasn't comforting. He looked equally as uncomfortable with the fact that we were face to face for the second time today.
"Um.. just two small strawberry smoothies please?" He asked not breaking eye contact with me.
"I have waffle too please, Daddy?" the little one now in his arms asked. He looked just like Chris, just a smaller version. The child even had his dimples. Clearly his child by the whole 'Daddy' thing. He was pointing at the waffle in the pastry case next to the register.
"Sure. One waffle too, but plain please," he said putting his son down to reach for his wallet.
"You got it, but don't worry about paying, Mr. Bang," I said. I had already voided the order seeing as I was going to have to make it myself.
"Chris. Please. The whole Mr. Bang thing feels a little weird coming from you," he said with a smile, an uncomfortable smile, but a smile nonetheless. We were just two people. No classroom, no weird power dynamics, no alcohol in our systems and heavy bass influencing our decisions. Just two normal people again, meeting in a coffee shop. How cliche.
"Well, Chris, consider it an apology for my attitude earlier," I handed him a number and he walked over to a table near the corner, pulling the seat closer so he could sit next to the kid. I made their order pretty quickly seeing as there wasn't anyone after them in line and walked it over to their table.
"Uh thank you. Y/N this is my son, Leo. Can you say hi to Y/N, bud?" he said as I placed down their drinks and food.
"Hi Y/N!" Leo greeted, not really paying attention. Instead he was going to town on that waffle.
"Sorry. Waffles are kinda his thing right now," he said as he patted his son's head gently.
"No that's okay. Hi Leo!" I responded. "Enjoy. I have some cleaning that I need to do anyway," I stated as I started to walk away.
"Is your break soon?" he asked, and honestly, I was taken a bit back.
"It can be I guess. There really isn't anyone in here except for me. I can sit for a bit until someone comes in," I responded. Sitting here with Chris and Leo sounded a lot more exciting than wiping down the counter for the millionth time. He pulled up another chair and I sat across from him next to Leo. I learned that Leo had just turned three and that they both moved into the city a little over a year ago. "So what brought you here then?" I asked him.
"Well, mainly the job, but Leo's mum passed away a little before that, so it felt like a good opportunity to start over, I guess?" he responded. There wasn't a hint of discomfort in his tone, so I guessed that this was something he was comfortable talking about. I still felt super guilty for prompting him to tell me about his dead wife.
"I'm sorry, Chris. I had no idea," I immediately apologized.
"No, seriously its okay. It's gotten a lot easier since we moved here," he said with a smile, patting Leo's head gently again. "We should probably get going soon. I didn't see any other cars outside. Did you take an Uber here?" he asked me.
"Oh! Uh no I usually walk home after work," I responded already starting to clear the table we were sitting at.
"Y/N! Its already dark outside! I'll be back when you close," Chris responded.
"Chris, I live down the block its really not a-" I was cut off by his insisting.
"I will be back when you close," he said again, giving me a look that literally made my knees go weak. "It would truly be a shame not to see you in class on Thursday because you got kidnapped by some creep," he continued with a smile. This felt like a line that shouldn't be crossed. Given the history we already had, getting into a car with him alone felt like a trap, but I couldn't say no. I don't think he would've even let me if I tried.
"What about Leo?" He'll more than likely be asleep by then, which mean that Chris would have to take Leo with him or find a sitter for an hour.
"Don't worry about it. You're not walking home, Y/N," he finished as he was walking out of the door, a sleepy Leo in his arms.
The rest of my shift was severely uneventful. Only a few more customers coming in for some post dinner sweets. I closed up shop like usual and looked outside to see a black car parked in the row closest to the door. Out walked Chris, dressed in a hoodie, black gym shorts, and a beanie covering his hair. I thought to myself, 'so this is what casual Christopher is like?' and honestly he looked just as good as he did this morning. He leaned against the hood of his car and waited for me to walk out. I looked around to make sure I didn't miss anything, locked the front door, and walked towards him.
"Miss Y/LN," he announced as he opened the passenger side car door for me.
"Thank you for offering me a ride home, Chris," I said as I buckled my seat belt.
"Listen, I know I told you to call me Chris, but can you call me Chan instead? Chris still seems a little too professional," he said looking over at me. The source of light being the lamp post in the parking lot. It highlighted his features in the most disgustingly beautiful way, like a scene from a movie.
"Okay, Chan. Well, thank you for taking me home," I thanked again. He started his car and started driving. I gave him directions to the apartment and we were there in a matter of minutes. "See, I told you this was completely unnecessary," I said giving him a smile. We locked eyes, and for a moment it felt like the night we met. Yet again, just two regular people, sitting in a car under the dim light of the street lights outside. His eyes flickered to my lips and I mimicked his action. We inched closer to each other, leaning over the center console. I closed my eyes and felt his lips brush against mine. He wasn't initiating anything, almost as if he was asking me for permission to kiss me. I took control and kissed him first. He immediately reciprocated the gesture and kissed me back. It was delicate at first, almost like he was afraid I'd disappear if he kissed me too hard, but I wanted so much more. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck to pull him closer, and he lifted me from the passenger seat and onto his lap. He swiped his tongue along my lips, begging for the kiss to deepen. It went from being an innocent kiss goodnight, to a full on heated make out session in a matter of seconds. "Do you want to come inside?" I asked boldly. I didn't want this to end here. "My roommate is staying at her boyfriend's place tonight," I offered. He nodded and we rushed inside.
*smut starts now, so if you're uncomfy with that, stop here and continue reading when you see bold text again. all you gotta know is that they had sex lol*
I practically slammed the front door shut and walked over to my room, Chan following close behind me. When we got into my room, I turned around and was greeted my Chan's lustful gaze. "Jump," he demanded and I did just that. He pinned me against the wall still carrying me, kissing me with an intensity that put my stomach in knots. He turned around and set me on the edge of my bed. Chan swiftly took his shirt off and I followed suit. I admired his toned abs for a moment before he grabbed the top hem of my pants pulling them down. He kneeled down and spread my legs apart looking and my clothed center. I could literally feel myself pulsing wanting to feel him inside of me. He pushed my panties to the side and stuck his finger inside of me and curled them upward, slowly pumping his digits against just the right spot. "Channie, more please," I said in between moans.
"Channie huh? Well, since you said please," before I could say anything else, he pulled my panties down and threw them to the other side of the room. He stopped for a second, looking at my aching core, licking his lips in anticipation. He spread my legs further and used his fingers to spread my lips apart. Finally, he attached his mouth on my clit, switching between sucking and licking the overly sensitive bud. Every so often he would hum, causing my stomach to twist harder and harder.
"Fuck I'm so fucking close Chan," I moaned as I arched my back, unable to keep myself still from the pure euphoria my body was feeling.
"Cum on my face baby," he urged. Unable to hold back, I felt myself let go, cumming onto Chan's mouth.
He got up from the the edge of my bed and met my lips in a needy kiss. I could taste my own arousal on his mouth and blushed slightly in embarrassment. He reached behind me and unclasped my bra, throwing it to wherever he threw my underwear. I covered myself with my hands.
"C'mon baby. It's nothing I haven't already seen," he said with a smirk, pinning my arms to the sides of my head. He took his time kissing my neck and my eyes rolled back in pleasure. I craved the feeling of his dick inside of me. As if he read my mind, he got up for a second to unbutton his black jeans, his boxers following after. Chan's cock, already swelling and hard, sprang up and hit his abdomen. My mouth was practically watering, forgetting how big he was. The first night we fucked, I had told him I was on the pill and that we didn't need to worry about a condom. Remembering that, he lined himself up with my center and rubbed the tip of his cock against it.
"Ugh God, will you please just fuck me already?" I practically yelled. I was so desperate for release, again.
"As you wish, princess," he slowly filled me up, and my walls already clenched around him. Everything felt so familiar, the feeling of his throbbing cock pumping in and out of my cunt, his scent, the feeling of his hands on my body, grabbing and squeezing my curves. "God, you feel so fucking good," he moaned throwing his head back in pleasure. He kept a good pace, not too fast, but oh lord was he fucking me hard. I was already sensitive from the previous orgasm, that I knew I wasn't gonna last very long. I clenched harder around him, feeling that familiar knot in my stomach beginning to unravel. "Are you already about to cum again baby?" he said playfully and continued, "Let me help you then." Chan reached down and began rubbing quick, tiny circles on my clit. I grabbed onto his forearms, to ground myself as I released all over his cock.
"So go-good Chan," I moaned as I came down from my high. I could tell that he was also about to cum because his thrusts were getting sloppier losing his rhythm. "I want you to cum in my mouth Channie," I told him looking up at him through my eyelashes.
"Fuck! You drive me crazy," he moaned as he pulled out of me. I got down on my knees in front of him and took the tip of his swollen cock into my mouth. Sucking harshly and bobbing my head down his length, I could hear him start to whimper. He grabbed the back of my head, gathering my hair into a ponytail. He thrusted into my mouth, causing me to gag a little. "Baby, I'm gonna cum," he announced as he thrusted one last time. I felt the warm liquid hit my tongue and I made sure to swallow every last drop. "You are fucking amazing, Y/N. You know that?" he said as I released his cock from my lips.
"Eh," I shrugged, "I try", I said with a smile.
*welcome back! smut over!*
"I really don't want to be that person who fucks and then leaves, but I kinda have to leave," he said letting the words at the end of his sentence become more of a mumble. I was a little sad, but honestly I didn't expect him to spend the night.
"No that's okay. I have class early in the morning anyway," I said still in a 'post-nut' daze. We both got dressed and I walked him to the front door.
"Don't be late on to class on Thursday, Miss Y/LN," he said with a smirk.
"I'm sorry, weren't you the late one, Professor Bang," I said hitting him playfully on his chest. He caught my wrist and pulled me in for a kiss. It was short, but still full of passion.
"That's still a little too weird to hear from you. Goodnight Y/N," he said smiling. God, those dimples are so dangerous.
"Goodnight Channie," I responded shutting the door. I walked back to my room, cracking the window in hopes that the smell of sex wouldn't be lingering when Wonyoung returned in the morning. Curling up into my sheets, dozing off in pure bliss.
*****
I decided not to tell Wonnie about my secret meeting with Chris. I know she was my best friend, but I promised her I would keep it professional. It wasn't until that following Thursday that I saw him again. We didn't talk much except for a simple good morning before class. He was sitting at his desk wearing the same coat he wore the class before. Before starting the lecture, he took the coat off, and just barely peeking through the top of his sweater, appeared a purple hickey sized bruise. I looked away, but Wonyoung obviously had noticed it too.
"Holy shit! Mr. Bang has a fucking hickey," she whisper-screamed at me. I looked up at her, unable to hide my blushing and discomfort. "Shut the fuck up! You didn't," she said.
"I- don't know what you're talking about," I said trying to deny everything.
"Y/N tell me right now that you and Mr. Bang didn't fuck again," she said in the same tone.
"I'm sorry. Ladies, am I interrupting something?" we looked up and the classes attention was on us. Chris was looking directly at me, and I looked at Wonyoung who was stunned, probably more because of the news she just received rather than us getting in trouble.
"Uh no sir. Just going over something on the syllabus," I said trying to give Chris a 'seriously dude?' kinda look. He caught the hint and continued on with his lecture. I felt my phone buzz in my back pocket.
I can safely say that it wasn't a one night thing. It never happened at school, but sometimes he would come over to mine or I would go over to his. It wasn't until the first night he invited me over that I found out that the first time we sex, it wasn't in his apartment.
We were laying in bed together after maybe the second or third round. My head was on his bare chest as he drew little circles on my back. "So how did we end up at your friends' place?" I asked out of curiosity.
"Well, you see, Leo was here with a babysitter while the three of us were out, and I guess my friends really wanted me to get laid. So they said, 'Hey our apartment is yours,' and I guess I just took them up on their offer," he explained so nonchalantly. "Don't worry! I bought Jisung new sheets the next day!" He said with a laugh. I stayed quiet in shock at how chill the three of them were about the situation.
It was so easy being around Chris. When we were alone, it was completely different. He was so much more playful and easy going. Then, we would basically pretend the other person didn't exist when we were in the same classroom. It was all so complicated. I could feel myself falling for him, I just didn't know how to stop. Maybe I didn't want to stop falling for him. Maybe I liked playing with fire a little too much to let Chris go. Maybe the risk was absolutely worth the reward.
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manicured
♡ pairing: ot8 skz x gn!reader
♡ description: blurbs about skz going with you to get your nails done! (inspired by me getting my nails done today hehe)
♡ length: 995
♡ warnings: none
bang chan...
chan would look down at his half-chipped nails, feeling a little self conscious as you lead him into the nail salon. he's curious about all the swatches and watches you look at them. he's surprised there's this many shades of the same color for you to choose from. when you decide on what color you want, he looks at it and smiles, "that's perfect for you." he sits next to you while the nail tech does your nails, watching with interest. he keeps you company while you wait, and blushes a little when you volunteer him to get his nails done next. (he does, though, leave with his nails freshly painted black, of course.)
minho...
at first, minho is a little confused why you want him to tag along. when you first mentioned it, he opened his wallet and handed you his card without hesitation, which you did think was sweet, but... you want his company, after all, so that's why you insist. he obliges, of course, he can't say no to your puppy dog eyes and the promise of more kisses (and to go to the rescue shelter afterwards to look at getting another cat for your little family). when you get to the salon, you're met with surprise as he walks confidently inside and starts looking at the little bottles on the wall. he sits in the waiting area while you get your nails done, and when you're finished he pays for them, giving a generous tip and thanking the nail tech for treating you. you blush and it gives him a surge of confidence, knowing he made you bashful like that.
hyunjin...
hyunjin is eager to tag along! he doesn't usually get a chance like this to spend time with you, so he's excited to share something so special together. pampering for fun is not a common occurrence for idols, so he loves the leisure time too. he doesn't get his nails painted, but he does get a manicure to make his nails look pretty. all the nail techs compliment his pretty hands which makes him shy, and he does act a little dramatic at all the attention, which endears you to no end. he compliments you incessantly on your color choice and tells you how cute it makes you look.
changbin...
changbin has no idea what to expect but he does have sisters so he knows sort of how manicures work. (his sisters insisted on giving him a couple every now and then when he was a kid.) instead of being helpful and helping you pick colors or designs, he instead takes to reading out the names of nail polishes that he finds funny--he finds 'wharf! wharf! wharf!' to be the funniest thing and laughs about it for at least 10 minutes. he also excitedly points out a pink shade to you and says it's "dwaekki pink" so "you have to get it." he also will (endearingly) annoy the nail tech asking a million questions about what they're doing to your nails because he Wants To Know.
jisung...
jisung is absolutely vibrating at the thought. his favorite person getting pampered and getting their nails painted?! he would also insist on your nails matching in some way, so he'd either get the same design as you or he'd get at LEAST one nail matching. he tells you its so he can think of you when you're not together, which makes you groan and the nail tech coo. you have to remind him there's other designs besides stripes and a cross, which somehow blows his mind. he would ask if he could try out one of the foot baths and then would be howling because the bubbles make him ticklish, and you have to contain him so you don't get kicked out LOL
felix...
felix is also super excited like hyunjin, and would be thrilled to get a manicure. he also would want to try one of those fancy pedicures where they do the hot towels and the seaweed wraps and all that. he would say funny things to you when you're side by side in the chairs, trying to distract you (and himself) from the ticklish feeling of the pedicures. when you're sitting there letting your feet soak, he would pipe up about some weird article he read online of people using fish to eat dead skin, and you would tell him it was gross. (he would remind you there are *much* worse horrors in australia and you'd smack him on the arm.)
seungmin...
seungmin is not a typical client but he's open to the idea. when you take him with you, at first he's content just waiting in the waiting area and flipping through a magazine. (you and him do share a chuckle when you notice one of the magazines has his face--along with the rest of skz--on the front of it.) but, curiosity gets the best of him so he pokes his head over and sits beside you, watching curiously. he'd occasionally ask questions about it, and you or the nail tech would answer. he would find the whole thing very interesting and says he might even try it next time!
jeongin...
jeongin is much like seungmin, perfectly content in the waiting area playing a game on his phone or reading a magazine. but the curiosity gets to be too much, and when he sees another couple leave and admire their nails together, he decides right then and there that he wants a manicure too! (he's a little nervous to commit to the full nails just yet, so he gets one of his ring finger nails painted to match yours. (you find this incredibly endearing and will often kiss the knuckle on this finger to make him blush)). when you both leave the salon, he takes a picture of your nails together and sends it to his hyungs, telling them that they should be jealous of his manicure!
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One thing that's interesting about Blipbug is that its eyes look like big cartoony glasses to fit with the mad scientist motif!
well today-i-learned! folks are saying it looks like it's giving the side-eye of the century but i never really saw it. i just figured its eyes were two-tone because bug or something like that. what a nice fun fact! it'd be a shame if there was a much longer on—
oh! there was one! well. this is also interesting! i think! i just don't have much to say about it, is all. i think your concept for a pokémon is also! interesting! but this ask is a rather self-contained experience, i feel. it really provides everything there is to learn right here in one big package. here's some more, then
don't worry i forgot it too
↑ like this is what i was saying, swadloom
i remember obstagoon being a little bit of a difficult one to get—i had to use its pokémon HOME model instead of swsh
unfortunately april fools is over! but it's not that i didn't get to this one because i don't like you—no, it's just because i said the arven one was the last one and this one happened to come in afterward. sorry!
that would be silly haha! hehe!
those last two were leftover april fools asks. in case they seem out of place. but that should be cleared up now! the amount of posts i made on april fools gave me the biggest spike in activity i've seen in quite a while
who knew. posting more means you get more notes. i'm not changing anything about how this blog works, though, of course—i'm sticking to natdex order. that's why it was an april fools day thing. i just found it interesting the amount of traction that that generated. my purpose with this blog isn't "get notes," anyway. clearly it's not gotten me personally any traction—it's just the silly pokémon that folks are here for. at this point it's gotten so difficult on me that i've been gritting my teeth and bearing it just to not disappoint anyone. you know how it is!
#not pkmn#i doubt anyone here is New from april fools but if you are then don't let that be your expectation for how things work around here#nose ratings
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Absolutely ANYTHING with psychiatrist reader x patient jon crane! We don’t have enough of these 😭 and I loveee your fics so far!
Just a suggestion, maybe him meeting reader who has suppressed feelings for him in order to not cross any professional boundaries, at her place after breaking out of Arkham. Could be angsty with some intense lovemaking afterwards (once again, it’s totally up to you what you want to write. This was just an idea I had. No smut is fine too)
experience - jonathan crane x psychiatrist!reader
hello my love - this is such a good idea! i tried to write it the way you explained it so i hope this lives up to all ur expectations haha <3 and thank you for the kind words! i had so much fun writing this!
this lowkey became a song fic (but aren't all my fics song fics? hehe) because i also had a few requests for more of them. to anyone else who requested a specific artist/song there are more fics coming don't stress i'm just tryna get through them all it might take me a min !!!
summary: falling in love with your patient was not something you ever thought you'd experience - but what if he's fallen for you too?
warnings: smut 18+ mdni!!, mentions of suicide, swearing, p in v, masturbation, slight choking, kind of size kink lowkeyyy, just sex lol
working at arkham asylum was...interesting to say the least. you were in the last year of your psychiatry residency, and after this you'd be a full, licensed, practicing doctor specializing in psychiatry. it was exciting for sure, but dealing with your patients at arkham was no easy feat.
you'd seen it all - criminals, drug addicts, the insane; all of it. every single day there was something, wether that was an patient or inmate causing a riot or someone having a mental breakdown and hanging themselves in their cell - there was always something happening.
however, there was one patient; inmate - that stood out the most to you; jonathan crane.
he'd been your patient for the last eight months as none of your colleagues wanted to take him on because of who he was - but you loved a challenge. you wanted to prove yourself to your higher-ups, you wanted to show the preceptor in charge your residency program to see what you were capable of.
so, you offered to take him off everyone else's hands - and well, you'd come to partially regret that decision. however, your higher-ups and preceptor were impressed by your skills. he wasn't easy to deal with, that's for sure. he was the scarecrow after all - and don't forget, he was a psychiatrist himself.
though, you had a hold on him the same way he had a hold on you - but you didn't tell him that. jonathan made it clear from the start that he found you attractive, even behind bars and wrapped up in a straightjacket he would find ways to flirt with you, talk to you, or get your attention.
today, you had a scheduled session with jonathan to see if any progress was being made regarding his medication (which you knew he never took), and his behaviour.
your black pumps clicked against the wooden floor, and you closed the door quietly behind you, taking a seat in your office chair. you pulled up his file quickly on your laptop, and he sat a few feet away from you on the plush couch in your office. straightjacket and all.
"good morning, jonathan." you say, finally looking up from your laptop and locking eyes with him - god, his eyes were so pretty.
he never addressed you as "doctor" with your last name following, but instead, he insisted on calling you by your first name, or some pet name he felt like using that day.
you didn't mind actually, he was one of your more...tame and easy patients that you had, if not the easiest to deal with.
"you look beautiful as always." he said, and you smile at him sweetly. "thank you, jonathan."
today, you wore a black, mid-length pencil skirt and white blouse, with your hair down in your favourite style, some black pumps - and you finished it off with your doctors coat, of course.
skimming over his file, you type a few quick notes into your laptop - freshly done nails clicking over the keys in the otherwise silent office. after that, you got up and went over to him, helping him out of the straightjacket as he sat there in his white arkham inmate jumpsuit.
at first, you didn't let him have this privilege, but as he proved himself to be non-temperamental over time, it started off with the loosening of the straightjacket just a little...then taking it off fully but making sure he wore handcuffs. slowly, under your careful watch, you allowed him the freedom of zero restraints in your office once he proved he wasn't a threat or a danger towards you.
"let's get you out of this." you say softly, and he stays quiet for a moment, just stretching once the restraint was fully off of him. you had a different method of approaching him than the other doctors who worked (and gave up) with him.
you noticed that in a calmer, less hectic environment he responded better. so instead of having check-ups in his cell or in an interrogation room like you did with all your other patients, you let him chill in your office - restraint free.
you returned to your chair, and started to type away as you asked him the usual questions.
"how are you feeling today?"
"fine, i missed seeing your face though. seeing you three times a week isn't enough for me anymore." he says to you, making you stop typing and look up at him.
"please elaborate for me, jonathan." you say clinically, trying to ignore the way your heart started to race when he said that.
"you know what i mean. you're the only thing keeping me sane in here." he says to you with a pleading tone, making you sigh as you continue to write down your clinical notes onto the laptop.
"but you're making progress, jonathan. you seem to be doing better, there's no need for me to be seeing you more frequently." you answer curtly, but pause for a moment for letting the next few words slip out in a hushed tone, "...unless you feel like you need a few extra therapy sessions on a weekly basis."
he smirks, looking you up and down - clearly checking you out with no shame. "that's exactly what i need. i'm going crazy without you. i'd be so good to you if you were mine..." he throws in that last part quickly, but you catch it.
you clear your throat and try not to pay any mind to it, as to appear professional - but he's slowly breaking your walls down. he already has. you couldn't even lie to yourself - you were attracted to your patient. fuck, maybe you were even in love with him - how could you not be?
the fluffy brown hair, slightly tousled and messy, those beautiful, blue eyes that reminded you of sapphires, those plump, pink lips that-
no, stop it, you told yourself, focus on your job.
"ah, um- have you been taking your medications?" you ask softly, giving him a small smile to which he returns. "...yeah." he says hesitantly, and you know he's lying - you find the little cup the nurses gave him full of the pills he's supposed to be taking every time you check up on how he's feeling in his cell.
but you turn a blind eye - you may have been giving him special treatment because you were attracted to him, but you tried to tell yourself it was fine, that it wasn't like you were breaking any professional boundaries because technically, you didn't act on his advances - yet.
"good, just wanted to make sure." you speak in a hushed tone again, typing up all information in his file.
"you're a really good doctor." he says, breaking the momentary silence between the two of you, "you work hard, i can tell."
"thanks, jonathan." you say, trying your hardest to sound detached as you keep your eyes on the laptop in front of you, continuing to type away but he speaks again.
"you're welcome. you're so pretty." he sighs, "is it wrong for me to be having these thoughts about-? never mind, actually."
now it was your turn to sigh, looking up at him with a raised brow. you knew what he was doing, he was literally trying to play mind games with you. he was on purposely trying to get you to pry so he could flirt with you more - but that was your job...right? to pry?
"what thoughts?" you ask, biting your lip. "i have to ask cause...it's my job to know what's going on up here." you gesture to your own temple. he knew that this was indeed your job - to know what was going through his mind.
buuuuut you were definitely curious. the way he would talk to you gave you butterflies. the way he would act out and act violently to everyone except you gave you butterflies - even though it shouldn't have.
"i just can't get you out of my mind, pretty girl. you do things to me. 'm thinking about you when i'm all alone in my cell, how your body would feel. how it feels to kiss you, hold you. what it's like to love you." he breaths out, and you look at him incredulously, feeling your cheeks heat up at his admission.
"well," you stay, breathing slightly staggered now, "you must have an active imagination, then." you couldn't look him in the eye after that. you were trying so hard to suppress your feelings for him that were ever growing.
although one part of you knew it was wrong on both ends, wrong of you to let him effect you this way (and letting it happen), and wrong of him to be talking to you like this - you couldn't stop yourself. however, a part of you wondered if this was really how he felt - or if it was just some ploy to get out of arkham. perhaps he thought if he could get into your head, you would either help him escape or sign his release papers.
you always tried to force yourself to believe that to prevent your fantasies from growing any further - but it drove you wild.
"i know you feel the same way," his voice cut through the silence, snapping you out of your thoughts again, "i have a doctorate in psychiatry - don't forget i can also see right through you and your thoughts too."
"i-i can assure you that this is strictly professional - you and i. i mean, even if it were true, that it was mutual, it wouldn't work. you're my patient in an asylum for the criminally insane and i'm your doctor because you are criminally insane." you say, looking at him with a stoic expression, though both you and him knew of the feelings that were lurking underneath your "professional" facade. "plus, saying this won't help you get out of here any quicker. i'm not stupid."
you entirely regretted those words as soon as they left your mouth, and he shot you a look of surprise.
suddenly, he got up off the couch and made his way over to your desk - your heart now palpitating in ways you didn't even realize was physically possible.
he placed his hands on the desk, looming over you - but not in a psychotic way - or threatening, even. he just looked at you up and down, with a small smirk.
"why can't you just give in? i'm not going to tell anyone. it's not like i can, anyway." he said jokingly, but went back to being serious quickly. "please."
the way he said "please" made your breath hitch, and you look up at him with poorly concealed desire. "w-we can't, okay? we just...can't."
"but i have feelings for you - and i know you do too." he insists, and you get up out of your chair, walking over to him, having to look up at him due to your height difference.
"how i feel isn't important," you state, trying so hard not to break your facade. "if you really cared about me, you would stop doing this to me. stop making my job harder than it has to be, please jonathan. it's- it's just not fair. telling me this won't make me sign those papers-"
"fuck the papers, i don't need anything as long as i have you. you're-" he exasperates, but pauses before continuing, "you're all i have in here, you're the only one who's treated me like a person, like a real person with valid emotions. you know who i am and you don't have any fear - you aren't scared of me. you see me for...me."
silence.
after he confessed that to you, it was silent. he stood there, looking at you through his wire-frame glasses that he always wore, and you stood there in shock. at that moment, you didn't know what to say - what to do.
"i'm not feeling well," you suddenly say, "i-i'm going to take the rest of the day off. i'm going to call a nurse to escort you back to your cell." you say quickly, trying to keep your composure.
you weren't very good at that when he was around, but he didn't say anything. he let you process your emotions in your own way - of course he would. but he was plotting.
you paged a nurse to escort him back to his cell early, and you didn't dare look at him when they took him out of your office - too embarrassed and such to do so.
that night, when you got home, you decided to take the next few days off work before returning - you were too high strung with anxiety for work right now; and the cause of that anxiety was literally at work.
you ran yourself a hot shower, dried your hair, and got ready for bed throwing on your silk nightie in your favourite colour. that night, you couldn't sleep at all - constantly tossing and turning in bed, thoughts running wild.
why did it all have to be so complicated?
you didn't understand, honestly. the one guy who actually managed to steal your heart happened to be...him.
you laid in the dark quietly, the only thing light source being the tv on the wall of your bedroom. the sound of your tv playing faintly in the silence, some random show you put on was on in the background.
"can't sleep either?" a familiar voice said softly from the doorway of your bedroom, causing you to let out a small scream from being startled - nobody expects someone to be in their house at nearly 3 am unnoticed.
"what the fuck?!" you say, reaching to turn the light on your bedside table on, and sat up in your bed - seeing the one and only jonathan crane standing in your bedroom looking a little different than before.
he had escaped, that much was clear. but instead of that stupid inmate jumpsuit, he was in his actual suit and tie attire but no scarecrow mask.
"sorry, darling." he cringed at the way he startled you. "hear me out, please. you look beautiful, by the way. you always do."
"jonathan-" you warned.
"i know." he says, walking towards you, now sitting on the edge of your bed as you watched in both fear and awe. "i can't let you go. if 'professional boundaries' are whats standing between us-"
"you broke into my house, jonathan!" you exclaim, cutting him off but he just gives you a small smile, which made your heart leap. "and i'm sorry for that," he explains, "but like i said, now there is nothing standing in between us."
you look at him, and your jaw almost drops. was he for real right now?
"i just wanted you to know that, um, i wasn't just saying those things with the hope that you'd ya know - release me from arkham." he says to you softly, and you nod. "well, you've made that pretty clear by doing...this." you tell him, a small smile playing on your lips.
god, he was crazy - but he was crazy over you, and maybe you were fucked up in your own little way because you found it endearing, the thought of it all excited you.
"you don't need to fight the feeling anymore." he informs you softly, reaching a hand out for you to take - and you do. his hands were surprisingly soft, a little calloused but soft.
"you know how i feel about you, i want to be yours - i want us." you finally tell him.
"be mine, then." he whispers, and you crawl over to him on your king sized bed. you crawl onto his lap, and you can already feel him getting harder by the minute.
"i can't sleep, dr. crane." you tease, calling him 'dr. crane,' instead of the usual 'jonathan.'
he places a trail of kisses down your neck softly, pushing your hair back to do so, and whispers softly to you. "why don't you let me take care of you for once?"
the words gave you shivers, and you felt yourself getting wetter with every word he said - hanging onto them with desperation. "please, baby." you whisper, and he pulls you into a frenzied kiss.
his lips were soft - so soft. you kiss him back and he takes his time with you, hands roaming all over your body as he explored your mouth. you moaned softly into the kiss, giving him the green light to keep going. he pulled away from the kiss hesitantly to undress you.
slowly, he pulled the skimpy little nightie you wore to bed down, past your shoulders - then all the way down. you felt the cold air of your room hit your bare chest, but that feeling was replaced with the new sensation of jonathans warm mouth taking one of your nipples in his mouth. he took the bud in his mouth, licking and sucking.
"oh, baby." you say, letting out a breathless moan at the sensation. in response, he took hold of your other breast and started to play with your nipple between his fingers.
"fuck, need you so bad." you say, profanities leaving your mouth every five seconds with the way he was touching you. "yeah? tell me how badly you need me, sweetheart." he says to you, coming back up to trail kisses along your jawline and neck.
"i need you so bad, jon. please, you're everything i want." you tell him, breathless and soaked. he snaked his hand up to your neck and gave it a light squeeze, keeping his hand there. "fucking jerked off to the thought of you every night in arkham," he says, making your cheeks heat up from the thought, "every time we had our little scheduled meetings - fuck, you looked so good. just the thought of you alone had me cumming all over my fist instantly."
"i-i touched myself to the thought of you in my bed, too." you tell him, making him smirk. "did you?" he cooed, "why don't you show me how you did it. let me see."
that had you blushing, and you swallowed. you nervously laid back, propped up on your elbows as he watched. with a little hesitance, you spread your legs - suddenly feeling very vulnerable. he watched you intently, still smirking, and ran his hand along your lower leg - slowly trailing it up to your thighs, rubbing up and down.
"don't be shy, sweetheart." he says lowly, licking his lips at the sight of your glistening cunt on full display for him. you take your hand and slowly started to rub your clit in front of him, and you can feel how wet you are.
tossing your head back slightly, and closing your eyes you let out a filthy moan, and he groans at the sight of you. you hear his belt buckle being undone, and you open your eyes to see him pulling his cock out - fat and leaking at the tip.
he positioned himself between your spread legs - your hand still rubbing your clit. he started to stroke his cock slowly, the pre cum leaking out the pink head of his cock. it was so big it looked like it could split you in two. "feel good, princess?" he asked, making you nod and moan.
"f-fuck, yeah. f-feels ah- so good, baby." you respond, and he started to rub the head of his cock through your sticky, soaking folds making you whine. "please!"
he chuckled lowly, and pushed into your soaked cunt with no warning. your hands flew to his shoulders, and his hand snaked to your clit to replace yours. "oh fuck-" you say, his cock stretching you out to the limit. you felt so full.
"jesus, sweetheart," he moans as he sunk into you, "fuck- tightest pussy i've ever had. best pussy i've ever had, actually." he decided as he started to thrust himself in and out of you.
"right there, baby ah-" you moan, looking up at him. his fat cock was stretching you so good - he was so deep. as his fingers played with your clit, you couldn't help but start screaming out his name.
"jonathan, fuuuck-!" you were a screaming, moaning mess for him - and he adored it. the sight alone almost had him cumming into your tight little cunt. as he pounded the same spot in your cunt, you felt yourself about to cum for him.
"i-i'm gonna fucking cum, please." you started to beg incoherently, and he moaned as he felt your pussy tighten up around his cock. "cum for me baby, i wanna see your pretty face when you cum." he says to you softly, voice saccharine.
as you came all over his cock, you swore you saw stars. the feeling was otherworldly when your orgasm washed over you. jonathans thrusts started to get sloppy and erratic indicating that he was about to cum, too.
"gonna fill this little pussy up, make sure everyone knows your mine, fuck-" he grunted, "you're gonna be dripping with my cum."
he fucked his cock into you a few more times before stilling with a groan, and his cock twitched inside of you; spilling all of his cum into your cunt, filling you up with everything he had.
he pulled out slowly, and used his fingers to push his cum back into your cunt as soon as it started to leak out, causing you to moan. "what a sight." he sighs out of breath, and you giggle breathlessly to that.
"can we cuddle?" you ask quietly, and he was already pulling you into his arms. "open." he says, fingers covered with both your fluids mixed together at your lips. you wrap your lips around his fingers, sucking them and swallowing the mixture with a little moan. "such a pretty, obedient girl." he coos, making you blush.
you settle into his arms, exhausted, and he holds you close as his heart beat heavily in his chest. he placed a kiss on the top of your head, and you felt your eyes grow heavy.
when you went back to work, you knew you would have to pretend that you didn't know where or how jonathan escaped arkham (to be fair - you still weren't 100% sure on how he actually escaped), but that was still a few days down the road - you were too fucked out and sleepy to think about that right now.
"go to sleep, sweetheart." he says to you softly, turning the light on your bedside table off, "i'll be here when you wake up - i'll always be here. i love you."
with a content sigh, and a sleepily mumbled little "i love you too," you fell asleep wrapped up in your no-longer-forbidden lovers embrace for the night.
together at last.
#cillian murphy#cillian murphy x reader#cillian x reader#cillian fic#cillian murphy imagine#jonathan crane x reader#jonathan crane x f!reader#cillian murphy fanfic#cillian x fem!reader#dr jonathan crane#jonathan crane fanfic#jonathan crane smut#jonathan crane x you#jonathan crane x female reader#jonathan crane x y/n#cillian x y/n#cillian fanfic#cillian murphy x oc#cillian murphy x y/n
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Stupid, silly Namor or Attuma fic ideas. Don’t think too hard about these they’re just funny little ideas. Pls tag me if you write or get inspired by any of these. Like always, there are no rules:
1. The reader is labeled as the village idiot because she likes to sing with her head underwater to "sing to the mermaids". The village ridicules her for it. One day, she is swept out in a riptide, and no one is willing to come to her aid—no one from the village, that is.
2. Reader is full of bad puns and dad jokes, much to the chagrin of Namor/Attuma. "Why are seagulls called seagulls?"
“Stop now.”
“Because if they flew over bays, they'd be bagels! Oh hey, What did one wave say to the other?"
“I swear, if you make one more ocean related pun, I will murder you on this island and tell everyone you died in a shipwreck."
"...well, someone's salty."
3. You put a message in a bottle and set it out to sea in the hopes it’ll reach Namor/Attuma so you can be pen pals. “Oh my god I love you but you’re so stupid.” They say because you have no idea that’s not how mail works.
4. You’re in love with Namor/Attuma, but you’re also obsessed with monsters and cryptids so you keep asking them questions like “Is the Kraken real?? What about 6 headed hydras? Have you seen Nessie?? Are they friendly? Darling tell meeeeeee”
5. Reader does that stupid prank thing where she pretends to do a magic trick with an egg and a bottle of water. She’s like “Ok now look inside” and squeezes the bottle, spraying water in Attuma/Namor’s face and runs away cackling.
6. You introduce Namor/Attuma to a wonderful human invention - Water beds. They are less than amused. Reader, consider your sexy time privileges revoked😑
7. Attuma/Namor trying to teach reader combat and how to fight like a Talokanil but reader keeps making it sexy and Namor/Attuma is like “Ok maybe we should stop. You’re not even listening to me or learning anything properly!” And reader is like “Oh I’m learning all the right techniques perfectly. 😏😘”
8. Those videos from EVNautilus of the people in a submarine coming across a dumbo octopus and a googly eyed stubby squid but instead it’s scientist reader being shown Talokan by Attuma or Namor and fawning over the sea creatures because they’re just little guys. Sweet underwater babies. And reader being like “it’s just a baby can I adopt it pls” 🥺 and Namor or Attuma being like “pay attention. Remember why we’re here.”
9. “Your child brings home a raccoon, mistaking it for a cat and begs to keep it” trope but instead it’s Namor/Attuma and their child has brought home an anglerfish or some other hideous abomination of the sea. It’s surprisingly docile and follows the child around like a pet anyway so can we keep it??? Please father 🥺
10. Namor and Jeff the Land Shark crossover. That’s it. That’s the post. Reader wants to adopt Jeff as their child. He’s just a baby 🥺
11. Peter Pan “They were just having a bit of fun, weren’t you, girls?”
“We were only trying to drown her” Mermaid Lagoon AU
12. “General, I’ve brought the cartographer into the war meeting today. I believe you owe her an apology for ruining all her maps when you stab them to dramatically mark a location.” (What if the “cartographer” is actually Attuma’s small daughter or sister drawing doodles of maps and playing pretend/mirroring what her dad or brother does because she wants to help and it’s all in jest hehe)
13. 2 days ago you went to an animal shelter and adopted the most adorable cat. What you don’t know is, he’s the reincarnation of an Aztec god. Your food offerings are unacceptable and that ugly small box that feels like it’s made from scratchy carpet will not do. No. He’ll be sleeping in your bed with you. Don’t try to lock him out; he’ll just scream and sing the songs of his people until you let him back in. (Or maybe through a magic mishap Namor has been accidentally transformed into a cat. Yeah Namor as a cat AU. I told you these ideas were silly.)
14. “Would you still love me if I was a worm” meme With Namor or Attuma but instead it’s “Would you still love me if I was a sea cucumber” or something ocean related
15. Namor or Attuma are taking their daughter trick or treating this year and ask what she wants to be for Halloween. A superhero, a mermaid, a princess? No. She wants to be a horseshoe crab. Possible Modern AU.
16. Reader goes to the beach often and befriends the seagulls/pelicans. So they start to bring her gifts like shells, rocks, etc. Except one day they bring you a golden bracelet, beaded necklace, or jade earrings (your choice of which). It’s unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. A few days later, Namor shows up at the beach, looking very annoyed as he asks for his necklace/bracelet/or earrings back.
17. You and Namor or Attuma meet on the beach in your special spot. You don’t get to be with him often considering he’s kept away by his responsibilities and loyalty to Talokan, and you’re human. It’s usually your only chance to have time where you can just quietly love each other. Except a stupid fucking seagull or pelican has been following you to both the beach and your home; squawking incessantly, wreaking havoc and basically cockblocking you. Untitled Goose Game AU but it’s a seagull/pelican.
#namor x reader#attuma x reader#namor imagine#namor x you#namor x y/n#namor fic#don’t examine these too closely#Dumb thoughts and ideas for silly time#sort of crack!fic ideas if you will#fic ideas
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Kdj trying to give hsy and yjh flowers for valentines day hehe
i decided to make it White Day so it made more sense, culture-wise! 💜hope you like it!🥰
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"What's this?"
Han Sooyoung directed a wary look his way, as though he came with poison instead of a gift in the form of flowers.
Kim Dokja smiled.
In truth, He’d much rather have Han Sooyoung make fun of him than to have this moment extend for longer than it should. He'd only thought to give her flowers because of the abominable guilt in his chest ever since Yoo Sangah thought to give him handmade chocolates on Valentine's day—that she'd worked on with his mother and Yoo Joonghyuk, of all people, which made his guilt grow even worse.
He's not had to celebrate White day—or any day at all, really—in his entire life, so he ought to be forgiven for not even thinking about it.
Alas.
How ungrateful would it be to not even give flowers, when they've rewritten worlds for him?
He told her, “What do you think?”
"Is this a threat in flower language?" Han Sooyoung asked back, squinting at the bouquet in his hand. "Hydrangea symbolize arrogance—"
"You're talking about the white ones," Dokja sighed, shaking the bouquet of purple hydrangea in his hold. "Just accept them and throw them away if you don't like them."
Seeming to take those words as a threat, Han Sooyoung swiped the bouquet from his hand with a harrumph. "It's a sad excuse for a bouquet, but I'll forgive you. You've never been a romantic, after all."
"Excuse me?"
She idly flicked a finger at one of the flowers in her bouquet. "What did you give Yoo Joonghyuk?"
He frowned, not having expected that question. While it's true that he'd left the man a little something (what with how he'd also deliberately made Dokja's favorite food on Valentine's day), that didn't mean it's something to assume as a certainty. They're both men, after all, and even if he respects those who don't bother with the gender expectations for either holiday, it's not like they're together in that way for it to be expected of him.
And so, he asked, "Who said I gave him anything?"
She raised a brow at him in disbelief.
He smiled back, unfazed.
"Delphinium."
The voice that spoke came from behind him, with a depth and firmness that left no room for argument. Such was the case, and yet, Kim Dokja was familiar enough with the voice’s owner to stand his ground regardless.
"Huh? Delphinium," Han Sooyoung muttered, bouquet to her chest and hand to her chin as she thought. "Doesn't that mean joy? Or something along those lines."
"Why would you assume that the flowers are from me?" Dokja asked, turning to look at Yoo Joonghyuk. It's not like the flowers had his name on them, and he'd deliberately ensured that no one was there when he left them at his doorstep.
"Biyoo told me."
His smile faltered. He knew that she still had the ability to broadcast things as they happened in real-time, but he hadn't thought she'd betray him like this. "Ah."
"Wow, you really thought you could lie to our faces, huh?"
"...let's just leave it at that."
"How about we don't?"
"Han Sooyoung..."
She grinned, eyes cat-like and grin manic. "In fact, let's look up the meanings of the flowers right now!"
"I don't need to be present for this—"
A hand grabbed onto his shoulder and forced him to sit before he could escape.
Han Sooyoung, unperturbed by Yoo Joonghyuk's show of force, said idly, "Now, let's see..."
He hoped the ground would swallow him whole. Even if just today, even if it was improbable, he'd really appreciate it if the universe could grant him this one moment of luck.
"Here we go, purple hydrangea!" Sooyoung crowed, waving her phone at (an oddly interested) Yoo Joonghyuk.
Of all times, why now?
“Pride, royalty, gratefulness,” Sooyoung trailed off, until her voice softened into something he barely recognized. “Understanding. Huh.”
He cleared his throat. Though part of him was curious at how she’d look, sounding as gentle as she did, he wasn’t curious enough to risk embarrassing himself with having her see his own expression in full—more so when he said, “You understand me best as my favorite writer, after all.”
“And Delphinium?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked.
“Hm…ah, here we go.”
Dokja closed his eyes.
“I was right about it being related to joy,” Sooyoung explained. “In a way…it’s a bouquet that wishes for your happiness.”
Dokja covered his face with both of his hands.
“Wow. You absolute sap,” Sooyoung said, laughing.
“Please…”
“Hm.” Yoo Joonghyuk huffed, large hand squeezing at his shoulder. Dokja refused to ponder on the strength (or lack thereof) in his grip. “I see you still refuse to communicate your intentions directly.”
“Can I go now?”
“No.” “Nah.”
Damn it.
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"Let's see, then it'll be one meat sandwich, large fries to share, two grape sodas and...um... I'm sorry, could you repeat your order please?"
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Joining @twst-the-night-away fan event Disorder up! because it sounded fun and I can't say no to 50s cafe themes, also with this I had an excuse to draw my main yuusona on twst style hehe. Edit: Their name is Kooky now❗
Card resources made by @alchemivich. I apologise if there's any mistakes with the Japanese name, I used Google translator so if anyone knows Japanese it could help me to know the correct translation. Noko's voicelines below (The first sentence above would be the summon line btw) ↓↓↓
Groooovy!!: It's seven thaumarks in total...is that right though?...hmm, wait, let me check it out again just in case.
Home: How did I end up in this? Well, let's just say I was in the wrong place at the wrong time...and I can't let the chance of being rewarded somehow pass.
Home Idle 1: The Old Sage has a very colorful retro aesthetic that reminds me of cafes from the 50s-70s of my world. I like it.
Home Idle 2: Malmal would surely enjoy coming to places like this with pals. Unfortunately, I believe the waiters would be intimidated by him, F.
Home Idle 3: Sometimes I have thought about applying for a job at the Mostro Lounge, but working for Azul would mean being in his debt and I'd prefer to avoid that.
Home Idle - Login: Hi! welcome to The Old Sage. What it'll be today?
Home Idle - Groovy: One advantage of serving here is that they let us take away leftovers. Good thing Grim likes to eat anything.
Home Tap 1: Cay-cay usually takes me to cafe "dates", he gets cammable pics and I eat all the sweets he asks for. Win-win for both of us amirite?
Home Tap 2: In my world there's this tale about a waitress who didn't prioritised romance and dreamed of having her own business instead; in the end she had her own restaurant and got married. I wish I was as hardworking as her, or at least have that luck in love too.
Home Tap 3: Making a good balance between employment, studies and free time is difficult. If my grades were already bad enough without working now I think they are going to be lower...
Home Tap 4: My mom worked in hospitality so I already had an idea of what it's like. Anyway, I ain't planning on being a waitress longterm so I think she and I agree on that.
Home Tap 5: Working while wearing a dress can be problematic if you fall or the wind picks it up. That's why I wear shorts underneath whenever I wear skirts and dresses.
Home Tap - Groovy: With my goldfish memory and clumsiness level I sure think I'm not fit for this role, but the uniform and tips are far better than working as a janitor IMO.
#artists on tumblr#my art#nonokoko's art#twst yuu#twst mc#yuusona#twisted wonderland#disorder up!#I'm not entirely sure if I like the fanart result but I gave up lol#twst kooky (🐰🌸)
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