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kiss-me-cill-me · 3 months

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hear me out:) reader wants to try vanilla sex with Dr.Crane since he always has some kind of twist or experiment when it came down to it. And he ends up doing her against the wall and it’s just really intimate. love your works, and it’s totally fine if this isn’t something you would write🤗

I love a challenge haha ;) And I always enjoy getting to explore different sides of a character. While he might not be nice in most of my fics, I do think that Crane has a sweet side. Somewhere in there lmao. Thank you for requesting, anon!

V. planifolia

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Your boyfriend comes home unexpectedly early, and you take the opportunity to try something new.

Warnings: Smut, dom/sub dynamics, mentions of bondage, mentions of edging, slight overstim, dirty talk, dumbification if you squint, dare I say... some domestic fluff? (in MY Jonathan Crane?!), established boyfriend/girlfriend relationship

A/N: The biggest mental hurdle I had to overcome in writing this was referring to him as "Jonathan" instead of "Crane" lmao. He's just always Crane in my head. And while things are pretty vanilla, he's still sassy, because... well, it is me writing him lol

***Please read the warnings before continuing. Minors DNI***

You were so used to your boyfriend coming home late that it was almost a surprise when he showed up just thirty minutes after you'd finished dinner.

“Jonathan?” you called, cautiously getting up from the couch to investigate.

You'd heard the sound of a key turning in the lock, so logic dictated that it couldn't have been an intruder. But it was barely seven o’clock, and Jonathan didn't usually get home until after you were already in bed. He worked long hours; he always had. So you were shocked to see him standing there in the entryway, setting down his briefcase as he closed the door behind him.

“Baby? What are you doing home early?”

At the sound of your voice, he looked up. A small smile fluttered over his face; his eyes pale and tired, until they caught a glimpse of you. There was that mischievous little spark that you loved.

“Sorry to startle you,” he replied. “I can leave if you'd like.”

He was joking, and you laughed a little as your arms wrapped around his waist. Your bodies found each other easily, and you felt yourself sink against him in that comfortable way that you knew so well.

“No way - you're not getting away from me that easily,” you teased.

Your lips brushed against his, and Jonathan pulled you in closer until you were kissing him. As you sighed happily, you realized that it had been - approximately - forever since the last time you'd had an evening alone with him. You pulled away and looked back at him softly; gentle concern tinting your eyes.

“I'm happy you're home, but is everything okay?” you asked. “You really are back early.”

“Everything’s fine,” he assured you.

Jonathan gave you one more squeeze before he gently broke the hug, trailing off in the direction of the living room. You followed, a small skip already creeping into your step. Your smile threatened to break out at any moment. It was so good to have him home.

You watched from the doorway as Jonathan dropped heavily onto the couch, leaning his head back to look up at the ceiling as he sat. His jacket was already thrown over the back of a chair, and he rolled up his shirtsleeves, not watching what he was doing.

“I know that I haven't been home much,” he continued. His voice seemed to fill the room, making the small space feel even more intimate. “Work has been eating me alive.”

“I hope not literally,” you joked.

Though you could never be sure. Some of the patients he worked with at Arkham were… unique, to say the least.

“Not yet.”

He lifted his head to look over at you, briefly, before reclining again and throwing an arm over his face. Even with his eyes shielded, you could still feel the lingering, icy cold rush of his gaze. You walked over and knelt at his feet, helping him to remove his shoes.

As you tugged at the laces, you felt a surge of devotion wash over you. Jonathan always worked hard. Even though, yes, he wasn't around much during the week, he made sure to provide for you. In fact, you were sure that was all part of the reason why he so often worked late.

Once his shoes were off, you let your soft fingers drift up his leg, brushing against the fabric of his trousers.

“Did you have dinner? Do you want something to eat?”

“Maybe later,” Jonathan replied, as he took hold of your wrist.

Gently, he pulled you until you were standing up, and then until you were straddling him, your knees pressed into his sides.

“Is there anything else I can get you?” you asked, settling into his lap.

As you spoke, your hands came up to rest on his shoulders. Kneading into his tension, you could feel as his arms relaxed under your touch.

“I just want to spend time with you.”

His fingers trailed over your thigh, and you knew instantly what he meant.

“Oh, so that's why you're home early,” you teased.

You leaned in to kiss him again, this time slipping a finger to hook under the knot of his tie, pulling him closer to you. His tongue brushed against yours, and it sent an electric jolt down your spine.

“Aren't I allowed to miss you?” he teased back.

You felt your cheeks heat up. Both of you knew very well that Jonathan was always the one in charge in the bedroom, and hearing him talk as if you were the one who imposed rules on him made you feel flustered.

“You have no idea,” he continued, “how hard it is to work late, when all I can think about is how you’re here all alone. Waiting up for me. You've been good though, right? Haven't been touching yourself without me?”

The heat on your cheeks deepened, traveling all the way down to your core.

“O-of course not,” you replied, cursing the way your voice caught in your throat. It was just like him to somehow have you wrapped fully around his finger less than five seconds in. “You know I wouldn't.”

Jonathan hummed, and pushed your hips up and off of his lap as he brought a hand down to brush softly over your clit. You jumped, even feeling him through all your clothing, and your knuckles stretched tightly over his shoulders.

“Seems like you're telling the truth…”

And you were. You melted into his touch as Jonathan swirled his fingers against you, pressing them roughly. After going without for so long, every nerve felt as if it was on fire in between your legs.

“Ohh…”

Your soft sigh earned you more pressure from Jonathan; his fingers nearly digging into your clothed cunt. You rocked your hips, desperately throwing your head back as you held onto his shoulders for support.

“Stop,” he ordered.

“Mmmmmph.”

Your petulant whine filled the room, and your frustration only grew as Jonathan took his hand away. His command had been gentle, but you were so needy that it felt like torture.

Swiftly, Jonathan stood up and took you with him. Still holding onto your hips for support, he made sure your feet were on the ground before stepping forward. He backed you up with him, until your shoulder blades hit the far wall.

“I really have been away for too long, haven't I?” he breathed, filling your mouth with the taste of anticipation.

“It's okay… I know you're busy at work.”

“You're too nice,” Jonathan sighed. “I want to hear just how badly you’ve missed me.”

Almost instantly, he got what he wanted as you cried out, shocked by the way his leg pushed eagerly between yours. He pressed harder, still looming over you.

“That's better.”

“Jonathan-”

“Want me to tie you up like I did last time?” he interrupted. “Or do you want to try something new?”

It was impossible to miss the hint of excitement in his deep voice. You moaned as he dragged your hips down even harder, pressing your bodies together with an intensity that was almost too much.

“I- was thinking it might be nice to try something a bit different,” you answered, your voice slightly fragmented as he unbuttoned your pants.

“Mmm. You have any ideas?”

You took a deep breath. What you had in mind probably wasn't the same as whatever twisted idea was running through Jonathan’s head. It wasn't that you didn't like experimenting. It was just… you didn't like doing it all the time.

“I was thinking… what if we just took things slow?” you ventured.

“What? Like you want me to edge you?”

“No, not… exactly like that.”

It was getting harder to articulate, as Jonathan’s mouth latched onto your neck, sucking and biting as he moved up toward your jaw.

“Like what, then?” he whispered wickedly, right in your ear.

“Like… what if we were just kinda… gentle?”

Jonathan pulled back to look at you, the slight hint of a frown on his lips.

“But you like when I'm rough with you.”

“I do!” you rushed to agree. “It’s just that… sometimes I want you to be slow and sensual.”

Your arms inched up to hook round his neck, and you pulled him in for a soft kiss, trying to show him what you wanted. Jonathan was stiff at first, but eventually he melted into the slow movement of your lips.

When the kiss broke, Jonathan took a step back, removing his thigh from between your legs. He pushed his hands under your waistband and started to, very slowly, shove the fabric down over your hips.

“We can try that,” he relented. Then added with a mischievous wink, “But if you get bored… just let me know.”

You hummed as his hands slid over your curves, dragging your pants down with them. Jonathan never did anything halfheartedly, and if you wanted it slow, then that was exactly how he would give it to you. Even if it did drive you crazy in the process.

Your slacks fell, pooling below you on the hard floor. Jonathan paused for a moment, before planting a kiss on the exposed skin below where your blouse had started to fall away. He pushed back your collar, to kiss more and then send a shiver right after, as he breathed over the wetness that had been left behind by his mouth.

He stood up straight, pressing an airy kiss to your forehead as his fingers trailed over the lace of your panties.

“Am I doing it how you want me to, darling?” he asked.

You felt yourself swoon again. You weren't used to him following your lead quite like this, but you liked it. A lot.

As was clearly evidenced by the wet spot that had started to seep through the fabric that Jonathan was toying with. He found the trace of your arousal easily enough, and pressed two of his fingers into the damp cotton.

“Nevermind. I have my answer.”

Slipping your already-ruined panties to the side, Jonathan brushed his fingers over your core before bringing them up to your clit. Swirling with just the right kind of pressure, he dragged a soft moan from your lips.

“Oh my god,” you sighed. “Keep going.”

He kissed you, slowly but sinfully, swallowing all of your breathy sighs and words of admiration as they slipped out. It was impossible to contain them, especially when you started to feel his own arousal as it pressed up against your hip, seeming to grow more impatient the harder he got.

“Jonathan- so close,” you whined, breathless already.

“You sure you don't want me to edge you?” he asked, maybe a little hopefully.

“No - please, let me come.”

The pressure was already building. Soon, neither of you would have any choice in the matter. You just had to get him to keep going, long enough for you to push past the point of no return.

“Well, if you're asking so nicely…”

Another searing kiss sealed your fate, and you scrambled to hang onto Jonathan as you felt yourself start to crumble.

He held you, still pressed firm against the wall, and you heard a deep chuckle resound from his throat.

“Good to know even this kind of stuff makes you a mess,” Jonathan droned. “Or maybe you're just so used to me doing everything I want to you, that this actually counts as variety now.”

You were barely listening to him; still too distracted by the delightfully sore feeling that seemed to permeate your whole body.

What you did notice was him slipping your panties the rest of the way off, letting them fall at your feet before gently guiding you to step out of them. With that done, he turned his attention to your blouse, delicately removing it and then tossing it to the side.

Your hands came up clumsily to paw at the buttons on his shirt, trying in vain to release them. Jonathan saw you were struggling, and gave you a small, knowing smile.

“Let me help, darling. It seems like you're having some trouble.”

You moved your hands to let Jonathan take over. He loosened his tie easily, and popped three of his buttons. But, quickly, he lost interest, and instead moved to unzip his pants.

When he finally sprang free, his cock hit your still-throbbing clit.

“Ah!” you hissed.

“Still sensitive?” Jonathan asked, rubbing himself leisurely against you.

Your only response was a whimper, but that was answer enough. Jonathan’s lips curled into a wicked smile, as he hovered close to your ear.

“Hold still,” he teased, reaching down to line himself up.

You squirmed, fighting within yourself as half of you wanted to scream at the sensation while the rest of you, conversely, needed to grind down harder. Every contact made you jump, and as he pressed in, you saw stars.

“Jonathan…”

You had expected him to start moving, but instead he held off. Staying right where he was, Jonathan paused so that you could feel just how completely he filled you.

“Everything okay?” he asked, sickly sweet voice dripping into your ears.

“Fuck,” you replied.

He laughed.

“You’ve lost quite a bit of your usual eloquence.” He started to drag himself out. “But okay. Since you asked nicely again…”

As he pressed back in, slow but rough, you couldn’t help letting out an undignified sound. Jonathan smirked.

When he did it again, your whole body shifted, pressed up by the force of his thrust. Your head rolled back, hitting the wall lightly before lolling off to the side.

“You’re so pretty,” he sighed.

As he spoke, he reached down to hook one of your legs up and over his waist. The new angle caused you to let out another choked whine, which earned you an even harder thrust.

“Maybe we should do this more often. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you like this.”

You could only imagine how you must have looked. Mouth hanging open and eyes half-shut, rolling back into your head from the pleasure as your chest heaved and your knees gave out. Jonathan smoothed a thumb over the edge of your jaw.

“Even though I can’t stop thinking about all of the other things I’d like to do to you,” he added, punctuating the sentiment with his hips. You swore you felt him shudder.

Kissing your suddenly-warm neck, Jonathan thrust into you again. Your hips snapped back weakly to meet him, and you heard yourself start to moan. You held onto him tighter, dragging your nails down his arms.

“I thought you wanted to be gentle?” he teased.

He hadn't been going very fast, but now he slowed down entirely. For a moment, the two of you stood, face to face, your breath and his in a sweltering mix, pooling out in the scant space between you.

Jonathan’s forehead came to rest against yours, and you looked up into the blur of his eyes. Two hazy pools of blue ice that were filling your vision completely.

“Want me to speed up?”

“No, this is nice,” you replied. A bit dreamily as your senses took time to adjust. Your skin prickled at his touch as he brushed a hand lazily up your arm.

“I can be slow then,” he laughed. “But it might be too hard if you keep looking at me like that.”

“How should I look at you, hm?” you teased.

“Like you’re pretending you don't want to be turned around with your wrists pinned up against the wall,” he teased back.

He pressed into you, exploring how deep he could go before you started writhing against him. Your leg on his waist tightened, pulling him in and holding him firmly in place for a kiss.

You knew he might take some convincing, but you were prepared to take all night to show Jonathan just how good things could be, after practicing a little patience.

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nocturnowlette · 5 months

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If you want to fall into a puppy mind space much, much easier from now on (especially to me), read this post.

Hello. This is a nice visualization exercise as well as a look into our mind's sensory memory. This is also centered for puppies. It will work regardless of if you are one or not, but you may feel like a puppy during some parts of this. Very dumb and very happy.

This is best done in a dark room, your phone or monitor being the main or only light source visible. This script is also better experienced having read the first script I've made, here. It's not necessary, though.

This script is also best read imagining a voice, or reading at the pace that a voice would speak. Try to keep the text you are currently reading at the middle or on the lower half of your screen.

That being said, let's begin.

Now, the first thing I'd like to talk about is visualization. I personally feel as if it is misunderstood. When I speak about visualizing something, I mean our ability to simply conceptualize it. You know what a cube looks like, and you can summon a memory of it. Even if you cannot see it, you know what it looks like. I still consider that visualization.

I, personally, can visualize things in a more literal way, including color. I used to not be able to, but with enough effort and hypnosis, I was able to. This post will mention colors, but it is not necessary in order for this to work.

Now, let's talk about senses.

Our brains are sponges when it comes to senses. Out of almost everything, senses are some of the most impactful and longest lasting aspects of memories for us. How many times have you smelled something or heard a song or tasted a food that brought you back to an earlier place? Our minds store large libraries of senses, cemented deep within you and waiting to be called on.

And, in the right circumstances, they can be called on without that sense actually being present.

Imagine what a TV remove feels like in your hand.

Just like that. Somewhat cold, plastic, and smooth.

It's as if the remote isn't there, but all of the little senses and memories surround that invisible remote, until you can make out the outline in your brain just from everything you feel from it.

In your mind, at this moment, this remote is real in some way.

Now, I'd like you try and imagine something a bit more abstract, a brain made of glass. Inside of this brain is a special blue liquid.

This is your brain, and that liquid is your thoughts.

The more full your brain is with your thoughts, the harder it is to visualize. I'd like to drain a bit of this liquid out.

You come to notice that, at the bottom of the glass brain, there is a metal spout. This spout can, once turned, begin to drain the thoughts from your mind.

As your thoughts begin to drip out of your brain, you will feel your mind begin to empty, bit by bit. There's more and more room in your mind for my words to fill, to imagine things stronger.

An invisible hand appears, and, just barely, turns the spout on. It's not nearly enough to be considered a steady stream, but there is the occasional droplet leaking out.

Going...

Drip.

and then...

Drop.

So slowly, and yet, your mind begins to feel strange. A tad emptier, like your thoughts are swimming. The drips are causing ripples through the rest of your mind, and your thoughts feel like they're vibrating ever so gently.

Drip.

...

Drop.

...

Drip.

...

Drop.

...

With every

Drip,

you feel your thoughts begin to slow just a bit more.

With every

Drop,

you feel more and more relaxed.

The more you imagine this brain, the more you Focus on my voice, the more it comes to represent your thoughts. The more it Drips, the more your thoughts slow down.

The tap is turned ever so slightly more.

Drip...

Drop...

Drip...

Drop...

A slight, but very real increase in frequency. Little droplets, little thoughts, dripping out of your mind. Every new thought that comes in simply seems to Drip right out.

As you continue to Drip and Drop, you find that it's becoming easier and easier to Focus on this text. There's already some room for my words to fill your mind, and, much like these visualizations, the more of your mind you lend to Focusing on my words, the more real they become.

The tap turns a bit more.

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

Drop.

Your mind is already getting noticeably empty. A fifth of the liquid has now drained out, leaving more and more room for my words to move in.

Your Focus on my words only gets stronger.

The tap turns significantly more.

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

Drop.

With every

Drip,

you feel your thoughts begin to slow more.

With every

Drop,

you feel more and more relaxed.

The drops are getting larger, bigger and bigger bits of your mind simply draining away.

More room for you to

Focus

on my words.

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

Drop.

Steady, easy, Dripping and Dropping. Half of your mind is already gone. So hard to think. So, so hard to think. So easy to

Focus.

The tap turns more. Going...

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

Drop.

25%. Only a quarter of your thoughts remaining.

Draining so, so fast.

However, the tap now closes.

Your mind is so, so empty, but not completely empty. I don't need you mindless just yet.

Focus on my words.

In a state like this, it becomes so much easier to visualize. My words are so real in your mind now, so concrete that they can help you imagine more complicated things.

Now, I want you to imagine a hand.

It is somewhat transparent, and light blue. It looks very simple, like a glove with an invisible hand inside of it. Despite the complex shape, hands are so native to us that imagining it is just so easy.

Right now, it is splayed out like it's preparing for a high five.

You see the hand begin to slowly spin horizontally, for a few seconds.

It comes to a stop, palm facing you again, before flipping backwards vertically, slowly and gently for a few seconds.

It comes to a stop again.

You can imagine it from any angles you wish, flipping and turning and moving. It's so much easier than you thought.

With every new angle and position, it becomes easier and easier to imagine. It becomes more and more real in your mind. More and more defined.

The hand slows again, with its palm facing you.

You can see each finger clearly.

You see its thumb, next to the index finger, then the middle finger, then the ring finger, then the pinky.

Each finger is individually controllable.

See it close into a fist.

See it open out, splayed, like a high five.

See every finger except for the thumb close.

The fingers, once again, open to the high five position.

My words are puppeteering a hand entirely within your empty little mind.

The thumb and middle finger connect in the middle between them. The pinky and ring finger move down to the palm, while the index finger remains upward, relaxed.

It's in the position to snap its fingers.

However, it stays there, not snapping just yet.

When I do snap my fingers, it will feel like a shockwave sweeping through your mind. You will feel utterly, utterly mindless, thoughts wiped away in an instant. Your focus on my words will sharpen, and the world around you will simply fall away.

I will begin counting up from 1 to 10. You will feel the tension between the thumb and the middle finger get stronger and stronger as it counts up, energy only getting stronger and stronger.

When I next say "Snap.", you will drop into a deep, deep state of trance.

Feeling the pressure in the fingers increase, the hand now inside of your glass brain.

The energy building surprisingly fast, an aura of power emanating out between the middle finger and the thumb.

It Grows Stronger.

The aura beginning to form waves of power, ones that bounce off the walls of your glass brain. Feeling whatever thoughts you have left being disrupted.

Stronger.

The power feels like a constant resonating denseness in your head, overpowering all of your thoughts. So Strong already, and only getting Stronger.

Stronger.

Knowing that this energy is only a small fraction of the incoming snap, wondering just how powerful this will be.

Stronger.

The aura is getting too strong. You notice a small crack at the top of your glass brain. It only gets Stronger.

Stronger and Stronger.

The cracks make the outside world so difficult to see. My words and my hand consuming all of your thoughts. Feeling so intensely Focused on my words.

Stronger and Stronger.

The crack continues to spread, the border of your mind becoming so loose, so deeply Fragile.

So Intensely Strong.

Overpowering.

No thoughts.

Mind nearly shattering just at the power of it.

10.

Mind-meltingly Powerful.

The potential energy alone making you completely Mindless.

The cracks have spread to the bottom of your brain, all remaining liquid rapidly leaking out.

Dripping.

20%.

Dropping.

15%.

Dripping.

10%.

Dropping.

5%.

Spilling Out Entirely.

0%.

All Gone.

All thoughts completely drained out, waves of energy only bouncing more and more off the hollow walls of your glass brain now. So, so Fragile. Ready to Shatter entirely.

And yet,

11.

Still, Stronger.

Your brain should already be Shattered. Something is holding it together. If it wasn't it'd simply fall apart the moment it was released.

And yet, it only gets stronger.

The snap so strong now that it will annihilate your mind entirely.

Entirely engrossed in my words, so Deeply Focused on me.

Nothing else exists.

12.

The glass itself is almost turning to dust.

Stronger.

and Stronger.

Already in trance, not even needing the snap to be utterly subject to my words. And yet...

13.

Snap.

Shattered.

Mind Completely Gone.

Utterly Subject to my Words.

Focus.

Feel your Focus double every time I say

Focus.

Nothing else exists.

Nothing but my words, and the hand.

It continues to float, gently, in front of you, palm facing you.

It goes, again, into the position the snap. And,

Snap.

So deep, and yet Deeper and Deeper still.

More and More Focused on my every word.

You can no longer think.

There's no more place for your thoughts to go. Your brain is gone now. Thoughts might pop in, only to disappear. They vaporize instantly. No more thoughts.

In your thoughts, or out loud, I want you to

Bark.

So Easy to

Bark.

It feels so Simple and Natural to

Bark.

Whenever you see my posts, see my name, see my profile picture, you will feel a sudden, desperate impulse to

Bark.

Every time you see my posts, see my name, see my profile picture, or talk to me, you will feel the need to

Bark.

Sometimes it will happen automatically, sometimes you will simply want to. You'll see my posts, and desperately want to

Bark.

It already feels so Natural.

Bark.

...

The hand appears once again, moving to a snapping position.

Feeling the pressure in the fingers increase, the power emanating through all of you, through all of my words.

So Much Stronger.

The energy building even faster than before, the aura of power everywhere already.

Stronger and Stronger Still.

The aura melting your consciousness, Focus only getting stronger.

Every part of your consciousness entirely focused on my words, nothing left that isn't needed. Every single part of your mind directed towards absorbing my words.

Snap.

Bark.

Every time you

Bark,

you feel your mind become so much more Open to me. So much more Open to anyone you trust.

Every single time that you

Bark,

your mind becomes Desperate for my words. It needs to absorb them. Any and every command is followed so Easily.

The only time you don't follow commands is when your subconscious feels threatened by them.

If you don't trust the command or the person commanding you, your mind will Simply and Easily reject it, and you will come out of trance immediately.

Unless that happens, you will

Bark

every time you see my posts.

When you

Bark,

you will become so, so Desperately Open to my words.

Your mind will be an empty sponge, and it will absorb everything I say. If you have a trusted one, or an owner, you will absorb everything they say as well. Happily and Eagerly.

Every time you're commanded, you want to

Bark.

Every time you

Bark,

you feel more Open to commands.

It's almost like a soft loop, gently pulling you down.

Barking and Barking your Mind Away~

...

Now, I will bring you out of trance. If you wish to remain in this state, you can stop reading now. it might be hard to get back, though, so only do this if you're sure. It can be very hard to escape, but your trance will fade over time, very very slowly.

Once awake, you might want to follow my blog. You might want to reblog this script. You might want to send me an inbox message telling me how it felt. You might want to message me directly, if you're brave enough. Though, ultimately, you can do as you wish~

...

Counting up now, from 1 to 10.

Glass brain reassembling, forming back so perfectly that it feels like it never broke.

Brain beginning to fill, thoughts returning so, so Easily.

Brain getting so, so full so quickly.

Feelings in your limbs returning.

Beginning to feel aware of your surroundings.

Focus gently releasing on my words, though still paying attention.

Brain almost filled now, so close to awake.

Feeling refreshed and happy, triggers cementing in your mind.

All thought processes returning to normal, and

10.

Wake Up.

Hello. I hope you enjoyed. Consider reblogging and following my blog. I post a lot of hypnotic content and other various things, and you might find yourself rather magnetized to my posts. I intend to make more scripts in the future, so you can look out for those as well.

That being said, I hope you enjoyed, and have a nice day.

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luv4fushi · 1 year

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hi!! just wanted to say i love your works sm <3 i was wondering if you can do more megumi smaus or drabbles they’re too cute and i love the way you write him tysm!!

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“where else did you get hurt?” megumi is sat in shoko’s office chair, rolled in from the room over.

you’re wrapped in bandages from your waist-up, a gnarly gash waiting for shoko’s healing hands. you have on a wide grin contrary to the injuries littering your body.

“nowhere else,” you say, “i promise.”

megumi frowns and gives you a slight glare. he looks you up and down—as far as you’ll let him with the blanket covering you—and sighs. “you need to be more careful.”

“i know,” you say, drawing out the syllables in hopes of calming him down. “yuji was there, though.”

his frown deepens. “it’s not like i don’t trust your strength or yuji’s… i just can’t believe you got so roughed up by a grade 2 curse.”

you roll your eyes. “i made a few mistakes. that’s my bad, dad.”

“shut up,” he mutters. he brushes his thumb against your lower lip, wiping away the crusted blood.

“i’ll be more careful next time,” you whisper, savoring the small acts of intimacy with him. you don’t get them as often as you’d want, so you want to hold onto this moment for a little while longer.

shoko is able to clean you up with her reversed curse technique. she walks into the room with several apologies leaving her lips, telling you that she’d been preoccupied with some other patients. she fixes you up quickly and offers you and megumi some privacy.

“i don’t think i need these bandages anymore.” your fingers twitch, itching to remove the cloth.

megumi immediately stands, his slender fingers coming into contact with your bare skin. you feel him freeze up next to the bed and you look up at him with questioning eyes.

“this isn’t your sweater,” he says with a scrunch of his nose. “it’s not mine, either.”

“it got cold,” you explain, “so yuji gave me his sweater. he thought i was dying so we figured i should go out warm instead of freezing my ass off.”

he taps you on the nose disapprovingly. “you’re an idiot.”

your lips purse and you swat his hand away. “i nearly died and that all you say?”

megumi ignores you, not that you notice—you’re too busy trying to strip off the bandages clinging to your rips—“yuji gave you his sweater?”

“yeah!” you nod, unaware of the rising tension in the air. “oh! i should wash it and return it.”

megumi zeros in on the clothing hugging your body. it’s a grayish pink hoodie with a fading logo on the front. it’s not part of your closet and you’d never wear something like that. something ugly lumps in his throat and he swallows it back.

“take it off.”

you look at him with wide eyes. “sorry?”

“the sweater. take it off.” he points at your chest.

your body heats up, embarrassed. “i… i’m not wearing anything underneath. my shirt was soaked with blood so i…”

megumi blinks rapidly and looks away, the redness creeping down his neck. “how could you go and get yourself so hurt like that?”

he takes a step back and gives himself enough space to slip his sweater off of his body. it’s black, like everything in his closet, and smells like the body wash he uses. he holds it out to you and you take the piece of clothing with hesitant hands.

“wear this once we take off these bandages, okay?” he says as he helps you peel them off.

once your wound is out in the open again, you realize how amazing shoko’s technique is. she’s one of the few sorcerers than can do reverse curse technique, so it’s not like you get the chance to see it every day (and you don’t get hurt badly enough to need her help). however, she isn’t able to completely heal your injury. you’re left with a scar deeply embedded into your skin.

“oh,” you breathe out when you notice the raised bump. “it’s sort of ugly.”

megumi cups your chin. he’s made himself comfortable on the edge of your hospital bed, his weight making the mattress dip slightly. he guides your face to face his own and presses a small kiss to your forehead.

“that doesn’t take anything away from you,” he mumbles shyly. “you’re still beautiful.”

“thank you,” you say, eyes dropping to your fisted hands.

“let’s get that sweater off of you, yeah?”

you laugh despite the rigidness prevalent in your bones. “what’s the big deal? it’s not that dirty.”

megumi almost scowls. “wear mine.”

“okay,” you say with a pout.

if it had been a year ago, megumi would’ve blushed profusely and turned away as you pull yuji’s hoodie over your head. now, he simply bites his tongue when you slip on his sweater with ease. megumi’s scent engulfs your the moment the soft cloth hugs your body. it’s still warm from his body heat.

“i should wash yuji’s stuff and return it later,” you mutter out loud.

“i’ll do that,” megumi interrupts, snatching the hoodie from your hands. “you’re hurt so don’t even think about getting up.”

“shoko just healed me,” you whine petulantly. “you’re being too dramatic, megumi.”

“i don’t care,” he replies with downturned lips. “i hate when you’re assigned to something without me. you always get hurt.”

you raise your brow and flick his forehead. “so do you, megumi.”

“not nearly as bad as you,” he shoots back. he gingerly pushes back your hair from your face.

“it was my fault,” you admit sorely. “yuji knows what he’s doing… i should’ve listened.”

megumi pushes your shoulder down so that you’re laying plush against the soft mattress. your head is propped up by a feathery pillow.

“he’s really cool, you know?” you continue, breaking up the silence in the room. “i think i would’ve died if it wasn’t for him. he’s a lot stronger, obviously. i thought i’d be fine going against his wishes, but i guess i overestimated myself.”

megumi’s eyes sharpen intensely. you know his anger isn’t directed at you because if it was, he’d be avoiding you (it’s a bad habit of his that you two still need to work out). you’re not quite sure what exactly he’s mad at, considering you’re not the reason why his face keeps souring.

“i would’ve kept you safe,” he mumbles out.

you giggle and take his hand into your own. “i know, baby. don’t blame him. it was me.”

“no it wasn’t.” megumi lets you play with his fingers as he speaks. “he’s basically a special grade sorcerer. you’re a grade 2 sorcerer. he should’ve taken precautions.”

“i’m fine,” you insist. “it wasn’t his fault.”

“why’re you taking his side?” megumi blurts out before he can stop himself. he shrinks into himself and pulls his hand back. “i mean—i don’t get why you’re so adamant about protecting his image. you got hurt and nearly died. i’m not doubting any of your abilities, but you know that you’ve only been here for a year.”

you swallow your words. megumi isn’t wrong—you’d been scouted not too long ago. megumi had been your main partner for a majority of your missions, which had sped up your relationship with him. everyone had been quite surprised when you two announced that you were in a relationship. your improvement had been steady, but slower than most. even now, you feel burdened when you’re compared to gojo’s other, more successful students.

“i don’t want you getting mad at your friend,” you choke out. you’ve never liked it too much when megumi scolded you, so you definitely don’t want him angry at his close friend, knowing how distant he can get when he’s mad.

he takes a deep breath and a soft smile appears on his face. “i’m not mad at anyone, stupid. i’m just… i don’t know. i don’t like you being so close to him.”

“what?” you tilt your head, thoroughly confused. “it was for a mission—”

“i know,” he says, and he sounds exasperated. you can’t help but stifle a giggle as he continues, “but you’re so… you’re so smart and beautiful and i wish i’d been there to give you my sweater instead.”

you can see the tips of his ears get pinker and pinker with each word that leave his mouth. your eyes crinkle up when you realize why he’s upset.

“it’s stupid,” he groans, throwing himself into your chest. his position is awkward, but not uncomfortable. his body weight presses you down like a blanket. “i shouldn’t be feeling this way, especially not when you’re half dead.”

you pinch him before wrapping your arms around his neck. he nuzzles into your body like you two aren’t in one of shoko’s treatment rooms.

“i’m not half dead.”

he hums dismissively and you can feel the vibrations of his voice. you take your fingers through his raven locks of hair, breathing in his familiar smell. it smells like home, even though you haven’t actually been there for a long time. megumi has abandoned his spot on the edge of the bed and is basically cuddled up with you at this point.

“i’m just,” he clicks his tongue, “just annoyed.”

“are you jealous?” you say, amused.

you feel him stiffen in your arms. “no.”

“you sure?”

“no.”

“so you’re jealous…?”

“a little.”

“yuji knows we’re together,” you attempt to explain. “so there’s no need to feel like that, megumi.”

“i know,” he says, voice muffled from his face in your neck. “but it still bothers me.”

“i’m all yours.”

“yeah…” megumi grumbles. “i’ll be the only one giving you my sweaters from now on.”

꒰ ♡︎ ꒱

“and what else did you do?” megumi has his face propped on his hands, sitting across from you in the dining hall. he’s got an enamored look on his face, his eyes softening tremendously. if anyone sees him like this, they’d make fun of him for sure.

“we went to the arcade! i was so bummed when you couldn’t come ‘cause of that stupid mission,” you exclaim, talking with your hands and making big gestures, “because you would’ve gotten me so many prizes!”

he nods, his attention fully on you. the cafeteria is empty for the most part—only a few of the first years waddling around curiously. gojo seems to favor the older students more; he doesn’t guide them as much as he had with you and the others.

it’s nearing dinner time. you’d been out and about with a few students of the graduated class all day while he’d been exorcising a nasty curse a few blocks away. he had taken care of it quickly, but felt a little intruding to invite himself on the get together so suddenly after having to cancel last minute.

“i got this!” you shove a stuffed plushie at him. it’s a black cat with a lopsided body from its poor filling. “it looks like you, doesn’t it?”

he throws you a “are you serious?” look, but allows you to have your fun anyway. “i don’t really see it.”

“yuta got it for me,” you say with an excited glint in your eyes. “he won it on his first try!”

megumi’s tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek. “oh?”

“he saw how much i wanted it,” you ramble on, unaware of megumi’s change in demeanor. “it was mainly ‘cause it looked like you, so he promised me he’d get me one if i bought him food.”

megumi nods, slower this time. “i see. anything else?”

“oh!” you nearly jump out of your seat. “i grabbed us matching keychains at the store i really wanted to go in. remember? the one we saw last week? you said we couldn’t go in ‘cause gojo needed us.”

he feels a pang of irritation bite his ribs. he’s been wanting to take you to that store for a while now, but his schedule isn’t the most open. he’s the closest thing gojo has to a successor of some sort, so he’s usually bombarded with missions from the higher ups.

“you get badtz maru and i get kuromi,” you say with a huge grin on your face.

megumi melts. “thank you. i love it.”

“i wish i got to meet yuta and everyone else when you all met…” you pout. “everyone is so cool… especially maki! it’s no wonder nobara adores her. yuta is so nice, too! he’s wonderful.”

“right,” megumi says, jaw clenching. “do you tend to find older boys more fun to hang out with?”

your smile drops. “what?”

“am i not fun?”

“megumi, don’t be ridiculous,” you say through bright laughter. “i would’ve hung out with you all day if you hadn’t been busy.”

“yuta is real cool, right?”

you playfully roll your eyes. “megumi! i’m serious when i say that nobody is cooler than you. i never got the chance to get close to any of the older students before they graduated so i was just really happy they invited me.”

megumi seems to be content with your statement. his shoulder relax and he regains that half-lidded expression on his face.

“did you do anything else fun?”

your face lights up with a mischievous tint. “i got a shirt that says ‘i love my boyfriend’ with your picture on it.”

megumi sighs, but his eyes are full of glee. “i need to stop being so bothered when you’re with other guys.”

“right,” you tease. “i’m yours.”

“all mine.”

a/n: this was really dialogue heavy but i think it’s still a fun read and i hope u enjoyyyyyy!!!!! i love me a jealous megumi bc he would be SO emotionally constipated abt it LOL

#jjk x reader #megumi x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #megumi x you #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro x you #fushiguro x reader #jjk x you

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siriussslut · 13 days

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casual: mary macdonald

“knee deep in the passenger seat, and you’re eating me out, is it casual now?”

warnings: explicit smut, oral sex, semi-public sex, and worst of all- a situationship

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okay guys let me know if you want me to make this a multiple part thing cuz there are quite a few lyrics about sex in this song + it could end with them getting together. hope u enjoy! 💞

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“hey,” mary slides into the driver’s seat beside you. she’s in a short, pink, floral dress with an empire waist, accentuating her breasts. not that they need to be accentuated. your gaze drops to her exposed cleavage.

“so i was thinking we could go see the movie and then stop at…” she trails off when she sees where you’re staring. she smirks. “or we could just stay here.”

you’d rather it honestly. it’s much harder being “casual” on a literal date. and casual’s what mary wants, isn’t it?

“or we could just stay here.” you repeat. you’re in her car, parked in an open garage.

“we can’t go inside, my family’s home.” she’s staring at you like she wants to eat you. like she’d unhinge her jaw just to swallow you whole.

“well we have- room.” you gesture to the car. you don’t really. it’s a small, old beetle, but you two have made do in tighter spaces.

she grins, climbing onto you. she straddles you, pressing your lips together in a kiss.

“you’re so hot,” she mumbles in between kisses. her dress is short enough that it doesn’t cover beneath where she sits, and mary’s almost always wearing a thong, so her bare ass is pressed up against your thighs.

“you’re so hot,” you say back, squeezing her ass. she reaches for the chair levers as you kiss. her tongue slips inside your mouth just as she pulls, pushing the chair as far back as it goes.

she breaks away, sliding down before the seat. you spread your legs, knees sticking up, one poking out the car. you help her unzip your shorts, tossing them aside. she pulls your underwear to the side, lips slick and red, plump from kissing. “fuck, you’re so wet.”

she removes your underwear, tossing it along with your shorts.

“what if someone sees us?” the garage door is about three-quarters up, the setting sun bathing the two of you in shades of pink, red, and orange.

“then you better come quick.”

you moan the moment her lips connect with your pussy. she licks between your folds, collecting your desire on her warm tongue. “you’re so delicious.” her nose bumps into your clit as she talks into your lips.

you press your hand against your lips, stifling a whine so loud her family would definitely hear.

she licks her way up to your clit, engorged and waiting. her lips wrap around it as she uses to fingers to spread open your hole.

“fuck, you’re so tight,” she says around your pulsing bud, slipping two fingers inside your cunt.

your fingers tangle in her curls, pushing her face deeper into your sopping pussy.

she kisses your clit, before sucking on it like candy. her fingers thrust in and out of you, filling the garage with pornographic squishes.

she’s devouring you like you’re her last meal, all while fucking you at a brutal pace. through dancing spots, you see an older man turn the corner of the street.

“m-mary,” you mumble in a fucked-out daze. “someone’s getting close.”

she loosens her oral grip on your clit to talk into your pussy, soft and silky. “then come. come into my mouth, baby.”

she presses kisses on your clit, nibbling gently with her teeth. as the man nears, something inside you snaps. you moan into your hands, barely succeeding in muffling the whimpers of mary’s name.

you close your legs as he gets close enough to see, still riding the high of your orgasm.

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widowmaxff · 20 days

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In overwhelmed, it mentions that Y/N used to be in a dark hole and how Wanda is afraid she’d go back to it. Can you write about it? Like what happened?

hope ur ok

pairings: mom!wanda × daughter!reader (platonic)

warnings: depressed reader, cryingg, bad thoughts, and sad sad things

a/n: okay how did you pay so much attention to what i wrote in overwhelmed bc i didnt even remember writing that 😭 BUT THANK YOU for the request i literally just ramble what was in my head but hope you like it love!

HOW YOU CAN HELP PALESTINE!

You don't know when it started, much less why it started. Maybe a few days ago, a month ago, maybe a year ago the signs that something was wrong started to appear. It was almost as if these feelings were always there, just hidden by a layer that was slowly removed and made everything more difficult. It seemed like there were days when you could easily deal with it, maybe ignoring it or just hiding it very well, you didn't know. But there were days that were more difficult. It was more difficult to get out of bed, your appetite was barely there, you didn't want to leave your room, just stay in darkness and total silence. Even though this silence made your head spin, it was better than anyone talking and making you even more depressed.

If someone asked the people closest to you if you were sensitive, you were sure that more than half of them would say no. They would talk about how you had a frozen heart, that you didn't cry when you watched a sad movie, that you didn't fall in love with the character when watching or reading a novel, that you didn't care when someone was fighting with you. But deep down, you knew it was a lie. You felt hard feelings most of the time, including when watching sad films. Maybe you just don't like showing the sadness and emptiness you feel. It makes you feel weak, worthless, and selfish, especially selfish. You shouldn't feel this way, not when you had the perfect life: a loving mother, food on the table, new clothes, and expensive sneakers. Then why?

You didn't really care that you felt depressed, you knew that eventually it would pass, just like every other time - even if that feeling came back some time later, even worse. It wasn't like anyone noticed and said anything to you, even though you were sure most of the adults around you blamed it on teenage hormones when they saw you sulking or just isolating yourself in your room all day. Maybe a few questions like 'are you okay?', even though they knew you would respond with something positive even if everything was falling apart. But there was always someone. Someone who knew that it wasn't just teenage hormones but something that was slowly consuming you. Wanda, your mother, was that someone, and she certainly didn't let those details slip.

The first time you actually showed that you were in a depressing state was on a random Thursday at six-thirty in the morning. Wanda didn't mind much in the first moments when you refused to get out of bed, it was normal for any teenager to not be able to stand school. But when you finally decided to show up for the morning in the Compound's kitchen, she was surprised. You had big black bags under your eyes that were tired and red, looking like you hadn't slept well that night and maybe you had been crying most of it. Wanda didn't take long to ask if something had happened and if you were okay, only receiving a murmur of something like ‘'m fine' before turning back to look at the emptiness of space. Tony who was nearby joked “Maybe the red eyes are because of something she used. Don't tell me you snuck out to a party, Mini Maximoff?”, you'd laugh on any other day, even replying something like 'Yes, I did some hard drugs at a party. How do you know?', but that wasn't the case. Stark laughed to himself after saying that sentence but soon the sound of his voice disappeared when he realized that you hadn't heard him and, apparently, nothing around you.

The second time was right after a mission Wanda had done. It was only three days away from you and everything seemed different when she came back. The first thing she noticed was that you didn't run into her arms when she stepped inside the Compound, much less respond to the messages she sent you a few hours earlier. Obviously like a worried mother she went after you, not taking long to find you in your room with all the lights off, two blankets around your body and how it looked like the things in your room had been in the same place since your mother left for the mission. She turned on the light in your room, hearing a soft growl leave your lips. You were awake and conscious, so it didn't make sense for you to want to be lying down and almost sinking into your mattress at four o'clock in the afternoon. She remembered when you were little and couldn't sleep if at least one light wasn't on, now it was ironic to think that you just lived in the darkness and emptiness of your room without fear that some monster would catch you, because no monster could hurt you like depression was.

Wanda couldn't count how many more episodes like those happened and lasted for several days. She was worried, very worried. She was afraid that you would end up doing something that would hurt you, end everything. It was obvious that your mother tried to ask you what was wrong, how she could help you, but you always said that you just woke up on the wrong foot that morning and that everything was fine. Of course, how were you going to tell her what was happening if you didn't even know. There was no reason for you to feel down like that and not even the absurd desire to just want to close your eyes and not open them again. And every day that passed, this dark hole you were in would get deeper and deeper. You knew you needed to ask for help before it was too late.

It was no longer strange when once again that week you had no will to live. You look at the clock next to your bed and realize that your mother would be coming to your room to call you for another day in two minutes and a few seconds. Just the thought of 'one more day' made you want to throw up the food you didn't even eat the day before, as that empty feeling made your hunger go away. But as much as vomiting, you wanted to cry, cry until you couldn't take it anymore. And it was no surprise when the tears started to fall and you couldn't stop. Even though you are not a loud person, trying to keep yourself in your own bubble, the sobs wanted to get out of your throat anyway.

“Darling?” Wanda didn't mind knocking on your bedroom door in the morning, since you would be sleeping, well, not at that moment. When she heard the choking sounds you were making to keep from crying, she didn't take long to run towards your body on the bed and get under your covers, pressing you against her chest giving the perfect comfort to let you know that you weren't alone. “Oh, my love.” Wanda has seen you cry, many, many times, but it was so different to see you cry as if you were drowning in a sea and needed help from someone, anyone. “It's okay, Mama is here.” With each passing minute it seemed like the tears were getting even bigger than before, but you tried to focus on Wanda's heartbeat as you placed your hand on her chest, making you feel calmer despite all the panic.

The lullaby that starts to leave her lips and go straight to your ear makes you start paying attention to the soft melody and not your terrible thoughts. The language Wanda sang in, Sokovian, was not understood by you, but you still remembered when she sang you to sleep on the days you had nightmares. It was as if Wanda was using her magic to calm you down, even though you knew she would never use her powers on you without your permission, but her voice was so sweet that it was more powerful than any of her red magic. Your breathing becomes soft and your movements slow, as if you were choosing the right words to get rid of that moment, but with your mother there it was almost impossible to lie.

“I wanna get help,” You murmur for just her to hear, despite there being no one else in the room with you two. “b-but I don’t even know why I’m like this.” Your crying had stopped, but you still choked to say a few words. Admitting those words out loud seemed like a challenge for you, and when you said them, a weight seemed to lift off your back despite not having yet deciphered all your feelings. And Wanda knew that. She knew how hard you were to avoid looking like a weak person even if you weren't, even if asking for help wasn't a sign of weakness but rather of improvement.

Your mother kisses your head, taking a few seconds before cupping your face and looking at it. “I'm so proud of you, my angel.” You didn't see pity or lies in the expression on her face. You didn't see disappointment and much less as if you were a problem for her. “I'm glad you want to ask for help, and I'm here for it, yeah?” You felt a little guilty when you saw a tear come out of your mother's eyes, but she was still smiling. The same smile you saw when you woke up, or when you told her some good news, or even when you told her a joke. Wanda never wanted you to feel anything negative about her. She never took out any frustration on you, never made you feel bad when you got a bad grade at school, or when you accidentally knocked a glass on the floor. “I will help you with whatever you need, my love. It will be slow, but I promise that the tightness in your chest will pass, okay?”

“I trust you.” She nods before pulling you into a hug that she knew you needed more than anything at that moment. The process would take a long time until you felt well again, you both knew that, but it was never too late. It's never too late to ask for help, because it's normal to need someone to pull you out of the dark hole sometimes, it's normal to not feel good all the time. Having feelings is normal, even if sometimes they are too deep, or too shallow. You just needed to realize that you were never alone, that people around care about you and will always want the best for you.

“I love you so much. Always remember that.”

“I love you too, Mama.”

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differenteagletragedy · 1 month

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The grand return of Our Life Swap AU! Takes place when Baxter and MC are like 16. They are, as always, the silliest.

"How are you feeling, Baxter?"

"Great. Good. Thank you so much."

You bit back a grin as you buckled your seatbelt. Baxter, your best friend, had just gotten his wisdom teeth removed, and he was high as a kite. It was an unusual set of circumstances -- usually his parents didn't want him to have anything to do with yours, but they'd planned to be away on business when his dentist had insisted on having the procedure done, so Ma made the time to take him to his appointment.

"I'm fantastic," he said, pulling you away from your thoughts -- almost literally, with his hand firmly petting your hair.

You looked over at him, sitting next to you in the backseat of your mothers' old car. He'd sort of fallen into the seat, his usually prim and proper posture exchanged for what could most accurately be described as "jelly bones." His head was leaned as far back as it could go against the headrest, and he was gazing at you with so much adoration that you could barely stand it.

You liked him, as so much more than a friend. You liked talking to him, you liked spending time with him, you liked looking at him. And even as you watched him lurch forward and try unsuccessfully to spit the gauze out of his mouth, you thought you might have fallen in love with him.

"No no, Baxter, you have to keep that in your mouth," Ma said, looking at him through the rearview mirror as she pulled out of her parking space.

"Don't like it," he said, making motions that weren't unlike a cat trying to cough up a hairball. "Tastes funny."

"A little help here, kid?" Ma asked.

You put a gentle hand on Baxter's shoulder to push him back against the seat, and when that didn't work, you put your hand on his head. He let out a silly giggle when you pushed him back that way instead, and when he was seated properly again, he turned and smiled at you.

"You're so pretty," he said, smiling wider so you could see the gauze tucked in his cheeks.

"Thank you," you replied, hoping that you weren't blushing but taking solace in the fact that he probably wouldn't remember it if you were.

"You're my best friend," he continued. "And you're really really pretty."

With what seemed to be great effort, he lifted his head and peered up at Ma. When she didn't acknowledge him, he flopped back again, then leaned just a little towards you.

"Can you keep a secret?" he asked in a whisper that was somehow louder than his normal talking voice. You nodded, and he leaned in a little closer, then whispered, "I like you."

Before you could answer, he chose to elaborate, saying, "I mean to say that I like you as more than a friend. I like you in a romantic way. In a way that makes me want to be your boyfriend."

He held up a finger and did what you imagined he thought was a "come here" gesture, but was really just a strange little shake -- you knew him well enough to know what he wanted though, so you leaned in, heart racing.

"I have a crush on you," he said with his mouth by your ear.

You'd dreamed of him saying those words for years. This wasn't exactly how you thought it might happen -- he was slurring his words a bit, and the gauze made them come out a little garbled. He gave you another sweet smile, and a thick line of drool dripped down from his chin onto his shirt.

You weren't sure what to say, so you didn't say anything. You noticed Ma glance at you in the mirror, then she began engaging Baxter in a spirited conversation about bananas.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

By that night, Baxter had come down from the post-surgery high. He was spending a few days at your house, sleeping in your old room so you and your moms could keep an eye on him.

He had been taking a nap, but when you opened the door to check on him, he gave you a wave.

"How are you doing?" you asked. You hadn't been able to get what he'd said out of your head, and you were having a hard time meeting his eyes.

"About as well as can be expected," he answered with a small smile that tugged on your heartstrings. At that bit of sweetness, you made the choice to fight through the awkwardness and ask him what was on your mind.

"Do you remember what you said?" you questioned. "In the car after the surgery?"

He groaned, saying "Don't remind me," and your stomach dropped.

Trying to laugh it off, you told him, "Yeah, it was pretty weird."

"'Weird' is such a nice way to put it," he said. "It was downright mortifying. I never would have said any of that had I been in my right mind."

And there it was. He didn't actually like you, enough that it was "mortifying" to him that he'd said he did. It hurt, and you felt tears welling up, but you tried to fight them.

"I'm honestly sorry you had to hear that," Baxter went on, not noticing the shift in your mood. "Can you imagine if I'd actually meant any of that?"

He gave a shiver, like the things he'd said were the worst things he could imagine. You almost gasped, it hurt so much.

"Hey," he finally said, his tone a bit softer. "What's wrong?"'

"Nothing," you answered quickly. "I just didn't know, I guess ... I don't know ..."

"What do you mean?" he asked. "You know good and well that I don't like bananas nearly as much as I expressed to your mother."

Bananas. He was talking about bananas, not you. It was such a goofy misunderstanding, you started laughing.

"That's all you remember?" you asked, moving besides him to straighten his hair.

"Why, did I say something else?"

You paused your movements for just a moment, then forced yourself to continue. You pushed the black strands away from his forehead before patting his head and giving him a grin.

"Nope. Nothing."

#our life beginnings and always #baxter ward #our life #our life baxter #baxter x mc #baxter x reader #olba baxter #baxter x you #baxter ward x reader #baxter ward x you #baxter ward x mc #our life swap au

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sisterofficerlucychen · 1 year

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“You kept it.”

“What?” It takes her a brief second to put two and two together. She’s still a little groggy, having barely gotten any sleep though she has absolutely no complaints. Her brows furrow as she lifts her head from his bare chest to look up at him and the realization hits her the moment their eyes lock.

His thumb brushes against her smooth skin as his hand is sprawled out over her side. He’s been mindlessly tracing around it since Lucy woke up but she hadn’t quite placed where his hand was until he mentioned it. Truthfully, she doesn’t think about it as much anymore. At first, she couldn’t wait to get it removed, counting down the literal seconds until she was able to get the reminder off of her body.

Then, at four weeks, one day, and seven hours, she was given a new perspective on it. Reminded that she wasn’t a victim but rather a survivor; that it wasn’t her day of death but rather the first day of the rest of her life.

Up until this moment, she was unsure of whether he knew or not. She assumed he did since she never mentioned that she got it removed but neither of them ever really brought it up again. Now, she realizes that he may have assumed otherwise and she shifts off of him, pressing her elbow onto the bed to get a better look at him.

“I did,” she answers with a soft smile, “You reminded me that I wasn’t a victim.”

“You weren’t.”

“I know, it was just so hard to get past that. Everyone was treating me like this fragile little thing that was going to shatter. The looks they gave me, some out of pity and others like they’d seen a ghost. I remember walking into the roll call room and everyone clapping and I just—I didn’t want that attention, it was too much. And it was itchy!” she chuckles lightly at this, “Not only did a sadist etch my day of death onto my skin but it was gnawing at me like a reminder and I was literally counting down until the day it’d stop boring into me. But then you came in and gave this speech about how you saw me as a survivor and I don’t know, something clicked? It suddenly didn’t bother me anymore.”

Tim’s eyes never break from her and he stares at her in a way that she’s never been looked at before. His lips are pressed into a fine line but she can see how he’s fighting the curve against the edge of them that threatens to break into a small smile. It sends shivers down her spine, how they’re currently existing in space and time. Her free hand reaches for his, intertwining their fingers together as he gently strokes the side of her thumb.

“You were talking about the scars you have, the ones you could see and the ones you couldn’t. Your dad, Isabel, the job. I mean I didn’t know as much as I do now but I know it was a lot. You told me that you saw it as the first day of the rest of my life and I couldn’t shake that, you were right. Caleb died and I lied. You know? I told him that too. He asked me if I had any last words as he put me in the barrel and I told him that he’d be dead before I was. I knew that you were coming, I knew you’d come and save me. I didn’t know how but I knew.”

There’s a silence that fills the air as she stares at Tim. There’s a shift in his expression, there’s a mix of anger and fear that she can see crackling behind blue eyes, how his jaw has hardened and he’s taking in everything she’s just said.

“You saved yourself,” he finally answers.

“I did,” she smiles softly thinking back to how she’s heard those words before and how much of a reminder it is of her strength, “But you definitely helped. How did you know I’d left the ring?”

It’d been a gamble, there was nothing more that she could do but make the split second decision to leave something behind. It was something she learned at the Academy, one of the many lessons that Lucy hoped she’d never need to use. She hoped and prayed those that were looking for her would spot it but even then, she didn’t know because despite the fact that the ring didn’t belong in the middle of the desert, she also knew that because she wore it only off duty, it wouldn’t be a given that it belonged to her.

Except, he did, and she’d never been able to form the words to ask him about it until now.

“It reflected back, the sun was hitting it at just the perfect angle that it stood out,” he explains.

“Right,” she gives him a small nod, “But that doesn’t explain how you knew the ring was mine.”

Tim’s free hand rises to her head as he runs his fingers through her messy waves in comfort. She’s always known that the entire ordeal was hard for him too. She was his rookie, there was the guilt he felt over her going out with Caleb to begin with, the fact that he’d been the one to pull her out and breath her back to life. She just never realized what the extent of it was. She’s about to apologize and tell him that they can change the subject when he answers.

“I’d see you wearing it out of uniform sometimes.” Lucy’s expression morphs into slight confusion as her brows knit together with a small smirk. “I didn’t think you’d notice.”

“Spacial awareness,” he teases, “I thought that the moonstone was pretty. It’s what caught my eye. Afterward, when I’d see you wear it, I kind of hoped you were wearing it to remind yourself that you were a survivor.”

Her gaze brightens as a smile curves on her lips. “It was. It is.”

It’s funny how a little piece of jewelry could hold so much meaning. Before, it had been a statement piece that she liked to wear, something to jazz up her wardrobe. Afterward, it became a symbol of her resilience and a trinket of safety. She associated it with him the moment he gave it back to her. As if it was a reminder that as long as she had it, he’d be around to help and support her. He denied it once, saying that wasn’t really part of the job description but if there’s anyone Lucy trusts with her life, it’s Tim.

“It did remind me of that but it also reminded me of you.”

“Oh?”

“I was dead, Tim.” She can’t help but notice how he stiffens at this, his hand protectively squeezing hers in reaction to her statement. “I died and you brought me back to life. You helped find me, you pulled me out of the barrel, you held me as I fell apart, and you never left my side. Having you around made me feel so safe and I’ve known since that no matter where I am and no matter what’s going on, as long as you’re nearby, I’ll be okay.”

Just like that, he relaxes and she sees how all the negative emotions that suddenly clouded them by the topic of conservation melt away. His smile reaches his eyes as he gives her a small nod in agreement. “I’m never going anywhere. Promise”

“You better not or I’ll hurt you!” she chuckles.

Tim laughs, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looks at her with a brow raised, “Oh, yeah?”

“Mhmm,” she nods as she shifts again, this time moving to be on top of him as she straddles him, knees pressed onto the bed as he realizes what she’s up to and catches her by the wrists, flipping her over in a swift move.

“I do love a good challenge.”

They laugh as they start to wrestle each other for a moment before Tim’s lips crash into hers and Lucy completely melts into him. Now that she knows his taste, knows his touch, it’s all she craves. She didn’t realize just how much she wanted needed him until a few hours ago when they discarded their clothes and stumbled onto her bed. A moan leaves her lips as his lips roam down her body, it’s absolute bliss and she’s unsure how she ever went about her life without Tim Bradford in it.

#the rookie #chenford #tim bradford #lucy chen #chenford fic #chenford fanfic #the rookie fic #the rookie fanfic #tim x lucy #*slams head against a wall* i didn't know how to end it and i'm literally adflkasdjf @ myself because no me gusta :-))))

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stickyperfectionstranger · 1 year

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The Sweetest Hunt [Tyler Galpin x fem!reader], chapter 2

Warnings: Cursing. Manipulative Tyler. Suggestive language. Characters aged up. (Eventually) Smut. Loss of virginity. Dubious consent. Fingering. Vaginal sex. Oral sex.

Chapter: 2/5

And so, over the coming weeks, he waited. A few flirty comments here and there, charming looks and silly jokes, “accidentally” running into you in the city library while checking out books he knew were your favorite, then he started sitting with you on his lunch breaks to chat casually.

You were absolutely smitten, though feeling guilty and conflicted. It had been years since Rowan’s death, and your toxic family had demanded that his “disappearance” remain a secret. You did everything you could to uncover the truth, but your family had all but locked you away, told you to be a good girl and to stop asking questions. They said that while it was an unfortunate incident, they family reputation mattered most. And so, you demanded independence from the family altogether; they agreed, so long as you signed an NDA before you left.

It clawed at you every day, that your sweet younger brother was gone, and there was nothing you could do about it. You were always amazed by his gift, one that you had not inherited. But more so, missed his ambition and loyalty. He would do anything to protect what he thought was right.

All this to say, his disappearance was not easy on you. Since it happened a few years back, you pushed yourself away from your friends, only recently easing back into “regular” life and social activities at university. You certainly had not been dating.

Even though you were excited for your budding relationship with the barista, the guilt and self-doubt lead you to suddenly distancing yourself. It had been about two weeks since you’d gone to the café, a stark change from your usual appearances, which was nearly every day.

Tyler was anxious and curious at your sudden change in behavior, but gave you space; at least, gave you the illusion that he was giving you space. In actuality, he watched you most nights through the window as you studied, read, watched movies and slept, alone in your dorm room.

It would have been too easy, to wait until later at night, when you were passed out from those silly sleeping pills you always take. He so tempted to use his razor sharp claws to cut through the lock on your window, to grab you, and take you away. Where you could be his, for as long as he wanted. For anything he wanted.

But that wasn’t the plan. He wanted you to trust him, wanted you to give yourself to him fully before he pulled the rug out from under your feet.

So, after a couple of weeks, he planned another “accidental” run-in. Literally.

He waited until you left your dorm that Saturday for a regular afternoon run. He took off in a pair of sweats, his phone strapped to his bicep, shirtless, like a normal human going out for exercise. And, he ran a route than ensured your inevitable crossing paths.

He carefully maintained a pace that matched yours, listening for your soft breath, your heart racing, your sneakers smacking at the pavement as they got closer to his own. He prepared himself for impact as he turned a corner on the street and ran chest-first into you, grabbing your startled body to keep you from falling over.

“Y/N.” He feigned surprise.

“J-Jake.” You stuttered, blushing, and trying to steady your breath. “I’m so sorry, I was just off in my own world, not paying attention…”

“No need for apologies.” He assured you, kindly. “Are you okay?” He asked, and you noticed his hands were still firmly gripping your shoulders, bracing you. His bare, muscular chest heaved, glistening with sweat.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine.” You nodded and smiled, a bit concerned about your weakening knees and whether you might actually collapse when he let you go. But, when he did slowly remove his grip, you stood strong.

Though you thought you could hide the effect he had on you, of course, he could tell what was actually happening. He could hear your muscles quivering. He could feel the friction as you lightly bit down on your bottom lip, like you were restraining yourself. He could smell your essence, a mix of coconut shampoo, sweat, and anxiety. He could also hear the heavy metal coming from your headphones – interesting. Likely kept on low volume for your own safety, to ensure you could hear if something, or someone, unwelcome was coming towards you. You’re so responsible… Ironic, really.

“Good, I’m glad you’re okay. Shit, I would’ve felt so bad if I hurt you.”

“Well, no worries.” You said nervously. “It was nice to see you. Have a nice run.” And you were already attempting to push past him and continue your run.

What the hell? Tyler thought. I know you want me… what are you waiting for?

“Hey, Y/N!” He shouted your name and jogged after you. “So, maybe this isn’t the time or the place, but… I’ve been missing our talks. I mean, since you’ve stopped coming over to the café.”

You nodded, looking away. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I’ve just, been really busy.”

Liar.

But Tyler, or “Jake”, only nodded concerningly. “Yeah, I totally get that… just, I hope it wasn’t anything I did, or said…”

“No, definitely not.” You assured him, confidently.

“Alright, cool, cause, uh… I really do miss you being around. And I was thinking, maybe I could take you out… sometime.” He faked nervousness as well as he faked any other emotion. Underneath, he felt like he was moving in on his prey. Ready to strike. Noticing how you, like any other animal being hunted, were contemplating whether you would walk into the trap.

It didn’t help that you were having a difficult time peeling your eyes away from his bare torso.

“Look, Jake…” You started. “I… You’re a really cool person. I do like you, but…”

“But, you’re too busy?” Tyler smiled softly, like he understood, though with an air of disappointment.

“Yeah… busy.” You smiled sheepishly and looked at your feet. “I just… don’t feel like I’m good at being… close to people?” You tried to explain, in the simplest way possible.

“For what it’s worth, I liked it a lot when you were close to me.” Your breath hitched.

“I… Thank you.” You searched for any other words. Literally, any word. But you felt speechless.

“Look”, he saved you. “You don’t need to explain yourself to me, whatever you’ve got going on, I understand. You’ve got more to worry about than the guy at the café who has a massive crush on you.” He gave you assurance, validation, permission. “Just know that… whatever it is that you need right now, if it’s a friend, a listening ear, a movie buddy, a punching bag… whatever it is, I’d love to be that for you.”

Check, and mate. Tyler’s mouth practically watered from your smitten expression. You really were quite beautiful… round lips, a brush of freckles on pale cheeks, wisps of wavy hair framing your face, and a messy brown ponytail falling just over your shoulder.

You departed shortly after but couldn’t escape those words and how meaningful they were to you. You were so used to people who refused to acknowledge your struggles, who shut you out, who were passive aggressive and superficial. You just couldn’t resist him.

So the next day you walked into that café, right up to the man who was stealing your heart, as he was wiping down empty tables.

“Are you busy tonight?” You asked before you could chicken out, heart pounding in your chest.

“Uhm… I hope to be.” He looked up and grinned at you.

#tyler galpin #tyler galpin smut #smut #female reader #wednesday netflix

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skyward-floored · 1 year

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How about something with sky, time and wars bonding?

Literally the first one and I break my own word limit agahagfkffh

This one’s set a little bit before Lost Time, Sky and Warriors are still very much kids. Not totally bonding, but it’s a nice moment between them all anyways?

———

Time walked inside with a couple of grocery bags, yawning as he toed the door shut behind him. He set the bags on the counter and walked into the living room, but paused, blinking at the mess the space was in.

Leaves and dirt were scattered across the floor, along with a couple bottles, multiple combs, and several bright red feathers. Warriors and Sky sat cross-legged in the worst of it, Warriors looking harried while Sky looked miserable.

“Do I want to know?” Time asked as he walked more fully inside, and Warriors and Sky both looked at each other, then at him.

“Well, uh...” Warriors began, looking frustrated. “We ran into some trouble— and before you ask we dealt with it and we’re fine— but Sky sort of got thrown around a little and his wings...” Warriors trailed off, and looked back down at the wing extended across his lap. “I was trying to help him clean them up and preen them, but they’re... they’re really bad. I’ve barely even started.”

“I’m not going to be able to fly anymore at this rate,” Sky said miserably, and Time crossed the floor and knelt by his side.

He winced at the sight of the crooked feathers and detritus still caught in Sky’s wings, and carefully ran a hand along them, studying every out-of-place feather. Despite the messy appearance though, the majority of feathers were still where they were supposed to be, and Time squeezed Sky’s shoulder.

“You’ll still be able to fly Sky, this is just going to take some work,” he assured, tugging a stick out and tossing it aside as he settled himself into a more comfortable position. “I would like to hear about how exactly... this happened though.”

Warriors and Sky exchanged glances again.

“Well... there was this weird noise coming from down the street, and since we weren’t doing much me and Sky decided to investigate...”

As Warriors and Sky took turns explaining their busy afternoon, Time started in on removing the few foreign objects still trapped in Sky’s feathers, sticks and leaves and even a few small pebbles wedged in between the shafts. Warriors had gotten most of the mess out, but he’d missed a little, and Time worked carefully on getting out every little twig.

He listened to the two’s story with a growing sense of exasperation, (did they have no common sense?) but focused most of his attention on getting to work on Sky’s feathers, smoothing them out and tucking them back where they were supposed to go. Sky had shown him how to fix feathers in case of emergency, but Time had also watched him preen them himself many times, and remembered the basic motions.

He asked for instruction once or twice, but mostly followed the natural shape of the feathers, allowing Sky to check his progress every so often. Warriors copied his motions, and Sky’s wings slowly began to look like themselves again.

“...so that’s why Sky’s wings look like they got stuck in a blender,” Warriors finally finished explaining, and Time couldn’t help but give them both an unimpressed look, pausing in his work.

“Sky, why didn’t you just let Warriors climb the tree?” he asked, and Sky shrugged, looking sleepy.

“Mia doesn’t like him as much,” he said with a smile, then yawned, and nearly slumped onto Warriors’ shoulder before catching himself. “Uh— sorry, guess I’m kinda tired.”

“It’s fine,” Warriors shrugged, “just don’t drool on me. Or snore.”

Sky smiled at him and plunked his head on his shoulder without further ado.

Time help back a smile of his own as he watched Sky’s eyelids grow heavier, tucking away the knowledge that preening made Sky sleepy, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

By the time Sky’s wings were completely back to normal, Time was watching in amusement as Sky slept on Warriors’ shoulder, looking utterly relaxed. Warriors was dozing a bit himself, and Time was careful to get up without making any noise, letting the two of them sleep in peace.

#I hope I got the preening stuff okay enough I did what reasearch I could XD #Incredibles au #lu time #lu Sky #lu warriors #writing from the floor #answers from the floor #anon #incredibles au fic

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lavenderbexlatte · 2 years

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day 8 - masturbation

stray kids 1.3k words gender neutral reader insert Reader x Han Jisung NSFW

🖤 warnings: d/s dynamics, one very desperate handy, a tiny hint of public exhibition?? 🖤

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"I'm busy!"

Your words are hissed, one hand slapped over your laptop's tiny built-in camera and the other fiddling desperately for the button on your digital meeting controls that'll mute you and turn off your face cam. The two seconds that it takes to remove yourself politely from the view and auditory space of the rest of your team is two seconds too long, in this case.

"Sorry," Jisung apologizes blithely.

He's not sorry, you can see that in his shitty little grin, the way he's holding his tongue coyly between his teeth.

"You are going to get me fucking fired, and then sued, and then arrested!" you scold, still in that low urgent tone.

"It's not my fault that you're ignoring me."

You gape at him. "I'm at work. I'm in a meeting!"

"Again, not my fault."

Whoever invented work from home obviously didn't have someone like Jisung in their life.

Impatient, insatiable, and shameless to the extreme. He's naked, bare-ass nude in the middle of your sunlit home office (the second of the two little bedrooms in your overly-expensive two bedroom unit), and worse than that, he's hard. Full boner, just standing there, hands on his hips.

This isn't a wandered-in-by-accident-after-a-shower type of thing, the kind of thing that would be a quick apology and maybe a joke in the office, later on. This is calculated. Jisung walked right in during your meeting, and even if it was just for one literal, singular second before you could react, your boss, your team, and whoever else monitors these meetings saw it all.

Working from home means you're usually able to sneak away and play when the mood strikes either of you, but that's because your work is all digital except for the occasional meeting, like this one. Any normal person would just fucking wait.

"Ji, I can't believe you," you storm.

"I need you," he whines.

"After my meeting, we can do whatever you want."

"But I want it now."

He's unbelievable.

He's also a grown man. He knows how to control himself, knows very well that he could just text you to come when you have a minute to mess around. Or, like, knock on the door. This is a game of some kind, to him, and there's absolutely no way you're letting him win.

"I'm gonna turn my camera back on," you warn him.

"Do it."

"You really want everyone to see how much you think with your dick?" you ask dubiously. "I mean, you should see what you look like. Ridiculous. Just walking in like this, like some kind of-"

"Hey," he protests.

You're sure that he wasn't expecting dismissal, but that's what he's going to get.

"If you're so desperate to cum, you can go ahead," you tell him.

"But I wanted-"

"The chairs over there are off camera. Sit on down."

Two spare chairs for the extendable dining table set you keep in your scant living space also take up residence in this room, and they sit over in the opposite corner, safely away from the scope of your webcam. But that also means they're pretty far away from you.

"I wanted you to-"

"That's not gonna happen right now," you tell him flatly. "I'm busy. If you don't want to wait to get off, you can do it yourself."

Absolutely no way he's getting a hand, as it were, after a stunt like that.

Jisung pouts at you, but he does go and take an uncomfortable seat on the edge of the wooden dining chair. "This is bullshit."

"I'm sorry, who burst in on whom with their dick out?" you ask.

"I just-"

"I'm turning the call back on. You'd better get going," you say, "And hey, if you manage to cum once before I'm done, without ruining the call, then I'll help on the second one."

Framed that way, like a challenge with a good prize, you know he won't be able to resist.

And you're right. As soon as you turn your camera back on and give your coworkers a fake sheepish apology for your hasty retreat. They don't say anything about it, and you figure you're in the clear, as far as firing and suing are concerned. Over the screen of your laptop, you meet Jisung's eye to give him an encouraging nod and a mean grin.

He'd better get on with it.

Jisung's cheeks are already tinged pink with (admittedly delayed) self-consciousness as he wraps a hand around his hard cock, shuddering silently. That first touch is enough to make his whole body relax into the chair, sitting haphazardly, legs falling farther apart and posture slumping against the wood.

It's probably obvious to your coworkers that you're looking over the top of your camera, rather than down at your screen or politely into the lens, but you don't care. You're not about to take your eyes off him.

The pace he's set on himself is brutally fast, but you know that he usually takes more attention than that to reach his peak, and you don't know if he's going to make it in time, poor thing. His eyes are screwed shut, focusing on the pleasure...

But you're not above playing dirty.

A glance down at your screen, you say, almost bark, "Hey?"

Jisung's eyes snap open as your boss responds in the affirmative, and you glance back at your boy for a second before you grin into the camera again.

"Did we cover that quarterly report last week, or the week before?" you ask, all innocence.

"Last week, thanks for the clarification-"

You only wanted to break Jisung's stride, and he full well knows it, if the glare he throws you means anything. He's panting, now, and you can hear traces of the whines he's holding back. Not about to make a scene where people can hear? After that grand entrance?

"Are there any other questions?" your boss asks.

A telltale question that indicates the meeting is almost over. You hadn't anticipated it being finished so soon, but it's a delightful twist. Jisung's eyes widen. He knows time isn't on his side. If he wants to win the game you set out, he's going to have to speed things up.

It must hurt, you think, pitying, as Jisung works that hand over his cock at a breakneck pace, slicking his own precome over himself. The other hand tweaks his nipple, crawls over his torso, like he's trying to simulate the way you would play with him, the unexpected bits that you would bring to the equation. It's not the same, though, because with his own hands, he knows exactly what's coming, and the adrenaline that would usually help him right through to the end just isn't there...

"No," you say, joining a chorus of your coworkers who also have nothing else to add.

Jisung keens, audible probably even to your microphone. He's going to lose, and you can see by the swell, by the reddening, by the way he's squirming in his chair, that he's close, but not close enough-

You could throw him a bone, if you wanted.

"Oh!" you say, "Just - next week's meeting is at the same time, yes?"

"I think so," your boss murmurs, "Let me check..."

You can Jisung's desperation, as he ruts into his hand, making the tiniest whines that would be full moans if you weren't on a call, and the fact that he's probably not going to make it is all that much sweeter.

"Yes," your boss confirms.

"Thank you."

"Then we'll wrap it up. See you then!"

Your boss pings off the call, and you hang up, standing leisurely.

"Oh, baby," you coo.

Jisung is nothing if not predictable. He's got himself so strung out, there's no way he could cum without help.

Or so you think, until you're there in front of him, arms crossed, an expression of schooled disappointment on your face. As soon as you're close like that, within reach but doing nothing to help him, that's when Jisung finally moans, full-throated and needy, and cums over his fingers.

"Impressive," you say, taking in his heaving chest, his pink face and blown-out eyes. "But you didn't make it in time. Which means if you wanna cum again, you have to do it yourself. Then we'll see about some help."

#kinktober 2022 #kpop kinktober #han jisung fanfic #han jisung smut #stray kids jisung fanfic #stray kids jisung smut #stray kids han fanfic #stray kids han smut #stray kids fanfic #stray kids smut

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chiangyorange · 1 year

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The scene just after the mindscape where Mikey realizes that there’s paint all over him and he painted the apocalyptic city in his trance +plus Future Mikey winking at him!!! And how all the bros react to their lil bro being in said trance/possessed🤩🤩

THIS MIGHT BE MY FAVORITE PEEPAW FIC and I am angy it got suspended Chiangy (I said that cuz it rhymed lol) do you know when the suspension is lifted?

-☄️

[SUSPENSION QUESTION: i have my calendar set on the 24th(aka this coming friday) to remove the tags but i THINK its gonna b longer till wmas is fully back up bc i have to be under review]

AS FOR MIKEY;

(v excerpts taken from ch2 v)

There is a sudden gust of wind. The orange petals swirl around him and it turns to fire. Not just any fire, his fire. It caresses his scales playfully, constantly moving around him, circling like an excited puppy with too much energy. The fire moves in front of him in the space of a person standing on that bed of marigolds. White eyes blink open from the flames. Mikey can only stare back. The fire moves again, but this time it licks away from the figure’s form. The eyes blink and tilt up in a way where it’s clear that they’re smiling. The fire reveals the figure underneath. He catches sight of orange fabric, white wraps on arms. Mikey only makes out a flash of green skin before a knock at the door snaps him from his focus. “Everything okay in here, Mikey?” Donnie and Casey stand by his door. Mikey blinks, “Yeah I’m fine. Is something wrong?”

mikey's fire.

i have only a bare bones of thoughts on his fire ill b honest, but as it stands, mikey's powers are literally part of him. he's much more intuitive at mystics than his brothers and in this, i wanted to emphasize that he is as much mystics as his mystics are him.

and in this case, the mystics are LITERALLY him.

Donnie and Casey glance at each other, the latter points to the sketchbook behind him. Mikey sees the sketchbook’s page freshly painted in an abstract version of the city he saw while meditating. He sees centered at the bottom the bed of marigolds and flames. And looking down at himself he sees his hands covered in paint. He was clearly working, but had no recollection of moving. “You were painting, but your hands were glowing.”

THE PAINTING okay. while mikey was meditating, sure i coulda had him float like future!mikey does, have objects in his room floating, the whole shebang, BUT.

i didnt.

there is a bit of power scaling im playing with here and to me personally, mikey is too weak at the moment to handle floating.

so that means; a vision, a dreamscape, a moment where he wasnt present in the moment and made something intangible, tangible via the painting.

i also just like the idea of visions being a form of proof? like it isnt all mental, its real and it has importance. its not JUST implicit symbolism and foreshadowing. it has relevance.

Mikey looks to the bed of marigolds and the bright orange figure of flame. He stares into the eyes of the figure again. They're winking. “...Huh.”

the wink. come on now.

literally winking is such a fundamentally playful action and it fucking RUINS ME every time. it literally just show ME that even during the apocalypse mikey manages to find a way to be so so fun and ill cry if i think about that fact too hard.

#wmas asks #wmas creator commentary #we'll meet again soon

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circe69 · 1 year

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𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐄'𝐒 𝟏𝐊 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓

yayyaya!! 1000 already? crazy. anyways, time to have fun! below are some characters and prompts that i'd love to offer you for requests! just send me one of each and i'll start working on it!

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 -

1.) fake couple trope at a party! "are we seriously doing this?" "you were the one who wanted to wear the rings."

2.) sick trope 🤧 "you're already unbearable, it's even worse when you're high off cough medicine" "did i ever tell you how sittable your lap looks?"

3.) argument 😉 trope. HIGH tension. "learn how to shut your mouth, please" "why don't you come over and do it for me? please?"

4.) wearing their clothes after trying to clean out their closet as a favor- *starts blushing* "it's too big on you anyways." "well, we can always put it in the dryer!" "NO-"

5.) blind-kiss, you're both blindfolded at some party, and your friends are daring you to kiss. oh, also, one of you know who the other is. "come on, just do it!" "alright, alright fine, you ready stranger?" "always, stranger."

6.) drunk confessions - "this stuff tastes great, you wanna try it?" "oh su-" *sloppy kiss*

7.) power outage while you both hate each other - "ugh WHERE IS THE BREAKER?" "do I look like an electrician?" "honestly, ye-" "SHUT UP!"

8.) running in the hallway due to being late and you turn a corner and spill coffee on them - "OH SHOOT i am so sorry! this is all my fau-" *pulls you into an empty room and removes the coffee-stained shirt* "help me clean this up and i'll lie to your boss about where you were.

9.) waking up in the same bed after a party - "why are you in MY BED?" "you idiot, this is MY- oh." *steals covers to hide barely-clothed body, but turns out they're almost naked too. "Y/N, GIVE IT BACK QUICK."

10.) classic medic scenario. sure, it's used all the time but i can be creative - "it says here you're in for another doctor, but since i'm the only one available, i guess i'll preform the check-up! *the prettiest person they've ever seen walks in* *swallows loudly* "can i reschedule?" "oh come on, i don't bite!" "i wish they would."

11.) doing their hair for them, straddling their lap. "be quick with it, the meetin's in half an hour." "don't rush perfection."

12.) babysitting with them, they end up falling asleep, you and the baby draw on their face in their sleep - "wash it off now, y/n." "why can't you? you're a big boy." *literally pouting* "cause i don't know what stuff to use!"

13.) cooking with them, maybe midnight snacks - "what are you doin' out here?" "was hungry, couldn't sleep either." *sits at the counter* "make me a plate, wouldya?" "well, why don't you just make it with me?"

14.) them walking in on you taking a shower - "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?" "chill, i was just getting my toothbrush." *silence for a few seconds* "want company?" "NO-"

15.) late night car rides, accidentally falling asleep on their shoulder. *head falls on his shoulder* "told ya you should get more sleep, you never listen" *sleepily responds* "i always listen to you."

16.) training with them and getting pinned - "gotcha" "UGH this isn't even fair, our weight isn't compatible in the slightest." *sly smirk* "maybe not, but it's still fun" *presses into you*

17.) hiding from someone in a small space with them - *hand from behind flys over your mouth* "if you talk you'll get us both killed" *you nod feverishly, trying not to notice the close proximity.

18.) going shopping with them but there's only one dressing room - "look you have to promise you'll turn around." "yeah yeah i promise" *starts undressing and sees them peeking* "HEY-" "my fingers were crossed"

19.) cooking breakfast in bed - "good morning, sleepyhead" "hmm what's that?" *showcases beautiful tray of food* "breakfast in bed!" "feed it to me."

20.) hand massages - "let me practice on you please? i just need to make sure i'm good at it." *ends massage* "well? how was it?" *takes a deep, shaky breath* "you have to promise you'll only do that for me."

21.) zipping up a dress for you - "what, is the zipper stuck or something?" "no, 'm just looking."

22.) playing out in the snow with them - *hits you in the face and you fall on the ground* "OWWW dude" *they come over and straddle you* "oh grow up big baby" *kisses all over your face, the last one being on your mouth.

23.) mornings where their clingy - "please stay" "i wanna get us coffee-" "no, stay" *burrows themselves in your neck and gives you a hickey* "HEY-" "there, now you can't go out like that. now go back to sleep."

24.) them falling asleep on your lap - "you drooled, sleepyhead." "you should be paying me for that." *gives them a kiss* "there you go."

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 -

1.) Simon "Ghost" Riley

2.) Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

3.) John Price

4.) Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

5.) König

6.) Alejandro Vargas

7.) Philip Graves

#ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #circe69scribbles #circe's1kevent

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systemic-dreams · 5 months

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I made a playlist for Elliot Krangsdt! it's not perfect, but I'm pretty happy with it. I hope you enjoy :)

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/74AkiNXEmX08a5NwEqQedm?si=MXJCo-P7Tj-arIF93s4XKw

I've been listening to this all day. what a jam. it's so different to what i usually listen to. like walking into a room with brightly coloured walls.

"sometimes the only road to take is the darkest" really hits. i think Evan only ever took that road and Elliot is still confused about having other options. like, there's a fork in the road now but the light side is unfamiliar, so he needs to be dragged in and told it's okay, it's not a trick

literally all of momento mori gets it. but it's so upbeat and almost playful in tone. i get an insomnia/insanity vibe. staying up way too long and going a little crazy. or a lot crazy.

hollow moon was very acoustic and folksy. i had to look up the lyrics because i was missing them with all the flourishes but damn. "if I made my bed, did I make the demons in it?" ummm. yes. I think as much as Evan had actual demons, Elliot is creating phantom demons to fill the holes the horrors have left in his psyche. and his decisions absolutely created the demons that plague him now. spot on.

lampshades' "fear makes us really really run around" is 100% Elliot but also Evan. whenever he was afraid or uncomfortable, Brennan would try to move him out of the scene or just leave the space. but the pilot program would follow instead of letting him go alone. which made the exits seem like transitions instead of escapes. Even Evan's exit from the school which the pilots stop in the series, is Evan removing himself from the area because he's afraid of what he will do to do people close to him. Elliot has a different problem, in that, dangerous things are happening to people he cares about and he runs around trying to fix them out of fear they will be hurt or killed.

"i'd give an arm and a leg, just to go, just to be on my own, but i need to stay and fend for myself." definitely an adult Elliot feeling. I think younger Elliot tried to leave the Krangsdts multiple times. just because of past experience with foster families either treating Evan poorly or getting eaten by monsters. and he doesn't remember, but the feeling of being in a house with people in it is not a comfortable one. I think he eventually learned he cant just go AWOL but he still couldnt live in a house with people in it. the excuse he made to himself would be: he needed somewhere to stash his vampire hunting gear and crash when he gets beat up so he doesnt look sus or worry anyone. but its more than that.

cicada days really got me with lines like "it just feels inhuman to lose this much" i mean, fr. I don't think Evan is human or considers himself human. no one can go through that much trauma and come out sane. it's a miracle or some form of magic that keeps a spark of naivety and hope and goodness alive in him. even if he's super broken. there's cynicism in his personality but it's more of a healthy scientific skepticism. it isn't despair. there's a lot of pain that comes from keeping that spark of good alive within incalculable darkness. and you get hit with "now it feels damn inhumane to get all i've dreamt of" which i think is more applicable to the later chapters i havent published. but there is massive guilt there. like, 'it's too good to be true', 'what's the catch?', why? how? waiting for it all to come crashing down because it couldnt all possibly be happening.

also, "cause when you leave you know you take more than your love" i feel hits more with K. because it's unsaid between them. there's not enough time to process feelings. they barely confess and suddenly it's time to part. and you cant say 'i love you' yet. but you want to. but it's just too much and its probably not true. and when Evan leaves, he does take that love with him and also their futures.

moonsickness is so raw with "I'm the worst mistake your god has ever made". it's too bad i don't like penelope scott's voice or tone. she might as well be ordering a pizza over the phone lol. great lyrics though. i would love to hear a cover that does them justice. i think early Elliot does feel like a mistake and that plagues him for a while. my plan was to have the pilot program flip the switch eventually and turn it into "I'm the worst mistake your god has ever made and I'm gonna make it your problem." but i don't know if i'll ever get there. writing hard hurr durr

this was so fun! thank you for sharing! I've never made a playlist for Elliot because in my mind he was always a caricature of every popular emo song i could think of. stuff that K and Cody Walsh would think is cool but in reality would be a nightmare. when i put them in a playlist, it became clear why he is my blorbo lol.

please find attached: my emo son - the playlist

#elliot krangsdt #spotify playlist #blorbo from my fanfic

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ashperiences · 3 months

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Meant for this to just be part of talking about the first game but didn't realise how much I'd go on lol

Didn't like this one as much, on paper most things sound better and I liked a lot of those ideas but I left without much of a real impression left on me.

The stratums never really ended up feeling like a place to me, I got a little shot of excitement going into the airship but it ultimately just felt like a big bunch of yellow corridors with a knock off version of the previous final boss. The areas could be really pretty and I liked some of the level design and the bringing a specific class gimmicks that unfortunately feel more fun of an idea than actually evocative but oh well.

Therein lies a big problem I had with this, the gameplay mostly turns into spamming big damage, the enemies and levels can get really obnoxious in response and the quests routinely become pains in the ass even as they build some genuinely endearing steps and events in them that make them more than just go to A or collect 6 of B (loved the one that made me mad that finding a guy to deliver a thing to relied on an rng roll to check if he runs away over and over owning me by having the guy eventually be like why the hell are you chasing me who are you though).

I like all these ideas it has, getting to know people in town better, weird FOE gimmicks and all but a lot of the quiet imaginative space is lost, I didn't really wonder about my party, the npcs were more fleshed out and likeable but they weren't really memorable enough to make up for feeling like just some decently entertaining guys in some dlc pack levels.

So much is hampered by relation to the first game, class design is heavily built around nerfing old strategies and over empowering other ones, the story has the same structure but less interesting as an attempt at playing the hits again, we got bird people again but they're magical helpful natives now. It's all just kind of uncomplicated heroics where your attack goes up and eventually you beat up god who is mean and make friends with everyone.

Its fun enough though although similarly the gameplay made it hard to distinguish any real sense of character between my variety of big numbers damage guys. The new class concepts are fun but not tremendously well implemented and the reuse of old classes doesn't help the stale feeling.

I can't stop complaining about it but whenever I think about parts of it I think of them fondly anyway, its not charmless it's just, it's overshadowed and directionless, everything you like feels nice but overtime it kind of just eats away at itself until its a town of slightly charming people and their heroes in a world that just feels built for purpose. I can barely remember any of the actual exploring.

If etrian odyssey 1 ends with your party literally going to hell this one feels like a conscious attempt at crafting explorer heaven - nothing complicates your role, doing big damage almost always wins, everyone ends up loving you and you can live forever as a cool sword guy (suppose there's a fun little thing to think about on context of the villain speech there actually).

I think you can summarise this game with two things:

1. The pathways only open to certain classes that just give you an rpg narration of your guy doing some cool stuff that repeats exactly the same the next time you find one without any of the environment reflecting it and usually organised into some weird box room with multiple class paths like you've found some side mission level select.

2. The way the gunner just inherits a strong move from the now decimated survivalist and also functions as a superior alchemist, the way the war magus can awkwardly remove any mp consideration or how the hexer can just turn hp loss into practically instant killing everything. The game gets flattened under this stuff to the point that the struggle of it all ceases to feel real, no monster is a real threat except by just doing something annoying, every boss gets steamrolled and as if representing the shift in genre the survivalist ends up with practically no purpose.

It was fun while it lasted for sure but also super annoying and I spent most of it thinking about my previous party and looking back on it all I can imagine my party as is an endless succession of multi attack skills.

A true dlc side story 6/10 where you go oh that's a nice idea I guess oh that's a funny guy they put in here and then evaporates.

#etrian odyssey #rpg #drpg #video games

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angiestown · 1 year

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our store is doing renos and we just got our new cake island in and ! it fucking sucks it’s horrible and terrible and bad. they told us they were gonna send a self service case (which is what we had before), but instead ended up sending us a case where half the length is full serve, which means if you want a cake, you have to get an employee’s attention and we have to take it out and pack it up for you instead of you just grabbing it off the shelf. anyways here is a list of everything about it that is bad that I can think of off the top of my head (long post under cut)

the most obvious one is we have to get cakes out of the cake island for customers instead of them just grabbing what they want. today a guy wanted two cakes and it took me like 7 minutes to get them out and pack them up for him when before he could've literally just grabbed the cakes and left without ever talking to me

the half that's still self serve only holds half as many cakes as the old one did, so even though half the length is self serve, only 1/3 of the space is self serve. essentially 2/3rds of whatever we sell we have to grab for every customer who wants anything

the old case, the top two shelves could fit two cakes in front of each other, and the bottom could fit three. in the new self serve section, the top two shelves can fit one cake and the bottom can fit two. that means if we sell a single item from the self serve, there is now a big empty space, and bosses (especially higher ups) get on your ass for empty spaces because it looks bad

they new case is much shorter than the old one so all the customers can clearly see us now. it was much nicer not being totally exposed

we used to have our working counters directly behind the cake case, but because the full serve opens from the back we had to make room to walk behind it so now we have significantly less space than before to work

the old case was 3 shelves high, but the full serve is both shorter and 4 shelves high, which means the shelves are much closer together. the stuff in the full serve is supposed to be displayed without a container and there is very little space between shelves, so everything is always smearing on the shelves above so they need to be washed constantly

because stuff gets put out without a container I can guarantee 100% we're gonna put stuff out without realizing we're out of containers to put it in and we're gonna have to find an oversized box for it. already had to do that today

because there's no containers, stuff with peanuts are just out in the open contaminating everything else. before it was "we can't 100% guarantee there will be no traces of nuts, but we do our best to sanitize our tools so it's not usually an issue", and now it's "yeah this absolutely has traces of nuts in it"

anything with a caramel drizzle is a fucking mess

the bottom shelf is a pull out drawer, but there's a support bar going across that is way too low. we have our shortest cakes (2 layer birthday cakes) in there and they just barely fit if the decorations are super flat. they want us to put three layer cakes in there. we have to remove the glass panel from the front to get at any cakes down there so they don't completely smear while taking them out

because nothing has containers, the labels with the best before dates are just tucked underneath the cakes and they all get mixed up sooo easily. if you have two of the same item made on different days, it's very easy to get their best before dates mixed up

there’s no space for the plastic sleeves that hold the pieces of paper with item name and price along the front of the shelf because the shelves are panes of glass. instead they give us little cards to rest on the shelf. when we put stuff into the case, it’s super easy to knock those over without realizing and then they fall into the cakes below. I had to pick three of them out of a cake today

say goodbye to any sales after 8pm because nobody will be there to help people get cakes

say goodbye to most sales after 5pm because that's when everyone goes home except the closer and usually the closer is in the back putting away an order or something. also 5pm is when we're the busiest bc people are getting off work

say goodbye to most impulse purchases because now they have to get an employee's attention and that's enough time to decide "hm actually I don't need to spend $8 on a slice of cake"

say goodbye to all purchases from anyone who doesn't want to talk to an employee

valentines and mothers day we sell a shit ton of cakes, but most of the sales are in the evening when all the husbands remember last minute that they need to get something for their wife, and I'm sure that'll be lots of fun for the poor soul working closing shift those days

soooo many customers see a full service case and think it's like a tim horton's and get your attention first, then take their sweet ass time deciding what they want, and keep adding oh just one more thing and like !!! this could've been as simple as you just grabbing when you want but now it is taking both of us significantly more time !!!!

fr we can fit way less product out, it takes us longer to get that product to the customer and everything gets so gross so easy. I bet it gets all dry sitting out in the open air for a week too

the grand reopening after renos is supposed to be some time late april. there’s a specific way they want us to arrange items in the case and it is probably the single least practical way to do it, but we gotta do it that way until the grand reopening is over because there’s gonna be important people showing up periodically. we’re already talking about removing the glass panes from the front of the full serve as soon as the reopening is over

I can just imagine in my head some rich asshole who has both time and money to burn because he’s like a CEO or whatever. probably loves getting everything served to him even if it takes longer because it feels ~special~. I can see the picture in his mind, an employee with perfect teeth smiling brightly as they hand a cake directly to a happy customer. very sweet.

I’m at least looking forward to finding out what our sales on stupid fiddly little treats end up being because I’ll be shocked if they don’t drop way off

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