#Shin on the inside: omg are you one of us???

[feninina]

𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐞 ༉‧₊˚.⁀➷

therapist! jonathan crane x female reader.

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: when your father decided that you needed therapy, taking you to his dear friend dr. crane to treat and help you, you thought it wouldn't work at all, but it turned out to be everything you needed.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: SMUT(minors dni!!), noncon/dubcon, depression, cursing, crane is a mysoginistic prick, using therapy for unhinged reasons, smut, hair pulling, jonathan just being an creep, choking AND strangulation, dacryphilia, hitting, unprotected sex (safe sex its great sex!!), breeding kink, forced breeding, power dynamics, i think crane should be a warning himself, reader being borderline stupid and naive. also this has a lot of backstory i’m so sorry i got carried away lol.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 7.1K

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: omg my first fic on here!! this is also my first work on english and my first smut ever so i apologise in advance for any mistake!! i hope y'all enjoy it anyways ahahahaha live laugh love jonathan crane👏🏻 feedback its very appreciated so i can improve and continue to publish better works, anyways enjoyyyy 💓

𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝘁

It was awkward, to say the least.

You were sitting across from Doctor Crane in the couch at your dad's house, legs crossed as you watched him write on his clipboard, something about it making you feel anxious, a little nauseous, even.

This wasn't your first session, you started doing this four months ago, not long after your divorce that caused you to fall into a spiral of sadness and misery. Your failed— and short marriage was the main reason you started taking therapy with your dad's friend, the chief of Arkham, Jonathan Crane, and still, you couldn't bring yourself to talk about it.

He was patient, you told him several times that he was a saint. Regardless, before you started with the sessions, he explained to your dad that he didn't really do this; therapy really wasn't his strong suit, but for a friend, a desperate one, he would gladly do it.

Your dad came to him, offering a big stack of money if he would talk to his little girl, make her recover her once joyful personality, like you had one to begin with. Jonathan really couldn't say no, and not really because of the money, he had other reasons in mind, unethical reasons.

And there you were now. You were quick to open up to him, eager to talk, to be listened and he, on the other hand, was ready to listen, to give you advice, console you and help you get through the sorrow that was following you since you were young, playing the role of your knight in shinning armor.

"I can't believe you don't actually do this" you said once, sniffling your nose with a handkerchief he gave you as he examined you with a warm gaze, an empathetic grin on his face. "You're really helping me"

Jonathan was quick to wave his hand and tell you that it wasn't a big deal, that he was just doing his job, and if you weren't so innocent, so stupid, you would have noticed the mischievous sparkle that flickered in his eyes for a split second.

You were landing right in the palm of his hand.

Not even thirty minutes into the first session you told him everything about your past; every little thing you thought he needed to know to treat you. And you were slightly right; he did need to know those things, but not to treat you, just to manipulate you and mold your little brain into what he was envisioning for you and your future together.

Truth was, you hated everything about your life, regardless of the fact that you had everything. That's what you've been told since you were a child; a big house, a lot of money, maids taking care of you so you wouldn't have to move a finger and just sit pretty and relax inside the walls of the huge mansion that confined you since you could recall.

You have everything. That was bullshit.

Sometimes, you couldn't help but think that people told you that out of pity, like they knew how miserable you felt, but not daring to say a word about it. Your dad was a powerful man, and you were aware of that, ever since you were born, he had bussines with Falcone and you knew that people feared him, he practically ruled Gotham, that lifeless and dangerous city that you had to live in.

You have everything. You were tired of that sentence. You didn't care at all about these nice things surrounding you, those dresses in your closet, those diamonds in your jeweler, that fancy car you owned since your eighteenth birthday, no, that was useless in your eyes, because all you really wanted, was love.

It was a lonely life; you learned how to do everything by yourself, how to comb your hair, how to deal with your period when it first came, how to dress up properly and do your makeup. You didn't even had to learn about boy problems because there weren't any boys in your life, you were homeschooled. So you were quiet, not really having to talk at all, there was nobody to talk to.

And since Jonathan was the only person you were talking to at the moment, you started to feel like you loved him, the idea sitting right with you without you even knowing it, thinking that this was how therapy normally went.

Loneliness striked your life at a young age; your mother died from a strange disease when you were eight, leaving you with a shattered heart thad bled everytime you walked past her bedroom, or saw a picture of her. You practically watched her die, a witness of how she lost her strength, how her once beautiful skin turned pale and yellow, and lost every little spark within herself, and the worst part was that all the money you had, couldn't even help her.

It was a deep wound that you carried with yourself, with nobody to talk about it.

Your father spent his days locked up in his office, and when he wasn't there, he was out in the city doing unthinkable things that you didn't even wanted to know about, leaving you on your own, having to fill all of those silent and empty rooms by yourself, with nobody to laugh with, nobody to hold you and see you grow. He wasn't really around, working all the time, too busy to know that his daughter didn't seem to care about all the expensive stuff he bought for her, not even taking the time to have dinner with you or hold a simple conversation. He loved you, you knew that, he just wasn't the type to show his affection with words or actions, but with gifts. And you hated everything about it.

But now, Jonathan was there, making you feel listened, finally saving you from falling into loneliness again. Your whole life, you thought you had a horrible sickness, that you were doomed to this awful destiny of sorrow and silence, but now, with his sweet words and good company, you couldn't be more than relieved.

You wished sometimes that you met him earlier, that this whole therapy stuff started before, and you even confessed it to him. And it irked him a little, that you didn't even remember how you two really met each other, hiding his annoyance with a warm smile.

Some months ago, your father started to brought you to parties he attended, parties were all the corrupts scumbags from Gotham reunited and celebrated how they were dragging the city to the gates of hell on their benefit, and you couldn't be more happy to attend them. You knew he was bringing you because he recently broke up with the young girl he carried with him— that was most likely your age, and needed a pretty thing to hang of his arm and take care of the people he didn't feel like talking to.

So you accepted this new life, eating up this role of socialite like it was made for you.

It was a chance to know people, to speak and make new friends, but you learned quickly that those people weren't there for that, and picked up on how mostly of the people who talked to you just wanted to climb up the social ladder and gain some extra points from your father.

He, even, introduced you to a couple of people that seemed close to your age, and you chatted with them, feeling extremely anxious because you weren't used to this, so it was weird to them seeing such a pretty woman, with your status and fortune, acting so shy and quiet in a place that your dad practically owned.

After a couple of hours, you learned the agenda. All you had to do was put on a fake smile, get them off your father's shoulders and pretend you were very interested in what they had to say, hiding your uncomfortable expression behind your glass of champagne, promising them that you would arrange a reunion with your father someday.

One of those nights, your father introduced you to someone, someone who you didn't pay much attention because he seemed to be uninterested too, only being there for the sake of his job.

"Pretty girl, come here" your father said, a cheerful tone of voice as grabbed you by the shoulder to get your attention, snapping you out of your train of thoughts. "I want you to meet my friend, Doctor Crane"

You looked at the man in front of your dad, his pale blue eyes already sizing you up discretely, looking at you up and down in a way that didn't go unnoticed by you, a shiver running down your spine as his eyes finally locked with yours.

You couldn't help but feel small under his gaze, your glass now forgotten in your left hand, the right one extended to take his and stretch it for a quick second, returning to your first position, his expression remaining serious.

"Nice to meet you" he spoke, his voice sounding like velvet in your eyes, not quite sensing the undertone behind it. "Your father told me wonders about you"

You grin, the irony of that sentence making you laugh a little, what wonders could your father know about you? But you kept your composure, the conversation not going any further, and you forgot about him fast enough, when in another of those annoying parties you met the love of your life — or so you thought.

That same night, when you went back home, you were thinking about spending the rest of your life with some guy that flirted with you at the bar, and Jonathan, prayed to whatever thing listening to him up there, that crossed your path with his again.

He practically obsessed with you, because it felt right. You were young, beautiful, wealthy and had a last name that could open even more doors for him, getting tired of saving Falcone's man of going to jail; you were an opportunity, tied to a nice pair of legs.

After a few weeks of stalking, it kinda broke his heart that naive as he expected you, you got married to the guy from the party; he told you then his name was Lewis, and now you doubted it that was even true.

You were finally going to get what you always wished for, a family, love. And it was perfect. Everything was perfect.

It was a dream that you were living in. A dream that shattered in front of you no longer than three months after.

After you contracted married with this man, you took care of the house, now learning all of these housewife duties that you didn't know anything about, but making your best effort to please him, to be the perfect woman ever created, departing from your old life and habits and adjusting them to his own.

You couldn't be more happy, regardless of your bad cooking, the bad-swiped floor and the half-done bed that welcomed you both every night, you finally had love.

It lasted three months. Your wholesome real life fantasy of a marriage destroyed when you found out, accidentally, that this man was just an employee of your dad, willing to get a promotion if he married you. At that moment, you didn't know who you hated more, if the bastard, or your dad who was literally bribing the bastard to love you.

But your dad only wanted to make you happy, tho.

You were embarrassed, not quite sure of how to tell this to Jonathan, because after all, he was there for you, just for the money your dad was paying him. Your cursed the day your dad became rich, because all of it was making you miserable and it felt like it wasn't going to stop.

At this point, a feeling of despite against you was growing within Jonathan, after a few weeks treating you, he quickly remembered why he didn’t chose this path of career, but remembering that he was there because of a major reason; a reason more important than your helpless cries for attention.

He was sick of you, all you ever did was complain in the commodity of your million dollar house, unaware that there were more important problems in the world. It isn’t completely your fault, Jonathan thought one day, you were just an ungrateful brat, and his work was to tame you, and he planned to do just that today.

"So," he startled you, narrowing his eyebrows, an expression in his face that you could only understand as concern. "remember, if you don't speak, I can't help you".

You chuckle and shift your weight in the chair, immediately feeling your eyes fill up with tears as you confronted the fact that you had to speak about it, right now. He was quick to offer you his handkerchief, as he always did and with shaky hands you took it, sniffling onto it, closing your eyes as you felt your whole body shake with each one of your cries.

You felt Jonathan put his hand on your knee, softy caressing the skin that his thumb could reach, opening your eyes and looking at his, Jonathan welcoming you with a pitying look. You put the tissue aside, both him being so close and his scent impregnated on the piece of fabric making you feel a little giddy, a little confused.

Why was your heart racing so much? He was your therapist, here to talk about your former husband.

Jonathan couldn't help but grin a little, knowing he was maybe breaking a rule here, touching you like this, being so close. He couldn't care less, after all, he wasn't here listening to you cry and bitch about your whole life for the sake of your well-being. He was here because he wanted you to break and get on your knees to him. Figuratively and literally.

"It's so embarrassing" you struggled to spit out "He didn't even love me, Doctor"

He hummed, dragging his chair so he was a little closer to you, you looked at him through your teary lashes and tried to keep it together, this wasn't the first time you cried in front of him, but the reason itself was enough to make you feel full of shame.

He didn't say anything, this being a motivation for you to continue.

"My dad was paying him" you murmured, cleaning the mascara off your cheeks. "It was all a lie"

The whole situation was absurd, what happened to you still felt like a sick joke they were playing on you, your dad and Lewis, probably waiting for the perfect moment to tell you the truth.

But that wasn't going to happen, right now the only thing that felt true to you was Jonathan. He set you up to that, and you blindly fell on his silly trap.

"Poor thing" he cooed you, moving his hand a little further up your thigh, noticing the goosebumps on your skin. A mastermind, that's how he felt. "How could they?"

That was all the mendacity he fed you with since you started seeing him, making you believe he was actually empathizing with you, full of loathe against everyone who hurt you, who dared to leave you alone, but now he was there, his task being to pretend to care.

"It's pathetic" you blurted out, leaning into his touch when his prying hand went up to your cheek. You really couldn't say anything more, crying against his hand like it was something you did every monday morning. "I'm so sad. I don't know what to do"

He shook his face, your eyes meeting his with a confused expression, black stained tears dropping on your lap and wetting his hand before he returned it and looked over his clipboard, pretending to think.

You were so vulnerable, ready for him to destroy. He finally got you where he wanted. He then explained you that you were so sad that it made you unaware of a lot of things, blinded by your own pity against yourself that every door that opened, you closed. It all came down to a thing; you needed a diagnosis.

He gave you a moment to process the information, ready to continue with his plan.

"Actually," he started, his tone now more firm, more strict, the one he used when you were approaching the end of the session. On the last one, he recommended you to touch yourself, to liberate oxytocin on your brain or something you really didn't understood.

It was almost evil from his side, he knew that your only thought while doing it would he him ordering you to do so.

"I'm sorry to be the bearer of such awful news, Y/N" he stated, making your heart skip a beat. "But I think you're sick"

You nearly gasped, the air got stuck in your throat, more tears gathering in your eyes. You lifted one of your hands to your chest, a million thoughts crossing your head as Jonathan's clever eyes examined your expression.

Bingo.

"Sick" you repeated after a moment, almost like you were making peace with the revelation. "How sick?"

It was an innocent question, your tone of voice shaking as your inferior lip trembled, holding it with your teeth in an attempt to not burst into tears again, your whole body feeling like it was going to break into a million peaces by how much you were shaking in the couch.

Jonathan was quick, standing from the chair he was on and taking a seat by your side, his hand swiftly placing in your knee. You looked at him confused, he never got this close, maybe your sickness was serious.

"What am I, Doctor?" you whispered, your eyes showing him a hint of fear that made him finally lose all his faked professionalism. "Depressed? Crazy?"

Both of you were dying of anticipation now; meanwhile you feared that you were going to get admitted to Arkham, Jonathan was seeing the golden ticket to the best future he could ever achieve, and all thanks to you.

"Oh, no, no" he purred, his hand making its way up to your thigh. "You're sick, not crazy"

You parted your lips as his hand moved more further, not really sure of what was happening, not daring to stop him, too scared of your mental health to think about anything else, not helping the way your legs started to part too.

A sudden gasp left your lips as his hand squeezed your tight, a smile you never saw on him appearing on his face. The crying stopped a moment ago, the surprise of having him so close making you go a little numb.

"I know what a girl like you needs" he said, almost sternly, like his hand wasn't centimeters away from your panties.

Was in that moment, that you knew this wasn’t about therapy anymore.

"You think so?" you whispered, your voice still shaky, but now for a whole different reason. "And what is it, Doctor?"

"To be fucked stupid"

It almost shocked you how he said that as it was a normal diagnosis, like he gave you a name of a medicine you could go and buy at any drugstore in town. You gulped and didn't move when his grip tightened on your leg, your face growing red.

A loud gasp escaped your lips when at your lack of response, Jonathan grabbed you hard by the jaw and forced you to look at him. Your eyes glistened with nothing but fear, your brows narrowing as you mumbled something that he really couldn't understand, and it wasn't like he wanted to.

"You're sick, Y/N" he repeated, more harshly this time, his hand moving your head as he spoke. "And I'm going to cure you"

He let go of your face to clasp his lips against yours, a kiss very far away from sweet, his mouth moving roughly against yours. You never had been kissed like this, so you tried to play it along, trying to show him some of the love you felt for him, that you thought you owed him.

But he didn't care if you felt loved during the kiss, trying to assert the dominance he held upon you, his hand now holding firmly the back of you neck to prevent you from pulling away.

It was a mess; your teeth clashed, drool was dripping from your chin as his tongue explored every space of your mouth, not leaving anywhere of it untouched. Your movements were a little stiff, unsure of what to do, trying to provide the sweetness that he lacked.

His hand moved to your the front of your neck and squeezed it a little, making you yelp in surprise, the sound muffled by his mouth. You tried to get away from the kiss, confused about his rough actions against you, a little scared of him even, almost like you didn’t trust him every little part of your brain in this same couch for the last couple of months.

But then it clicked on your foggy brain, he knew you, perfectly— you only knew his name, you didn’t know what this man was capable of.

You could only move a few centimeters away from his hungry mouth, your lips parted as tears welled in your eyes from the pressure he was applying to your neck.

“Stop” you managed to stutter, your breath mixing with his. “I can’t- breathe”

You doubted that he listened to you, your voice not coming out of your throat at all and getting stuck in your larynx, your voice-box completely muffled by his strong grip.

“Shut up, brat” he spitted, his tone sounding full of abhor, your eyes wide open as you felt the air leaving your body and your lungs starting to burn. “Always getting what you want”

You weakly placed one of your hands around his wrist, another attempt of gasp elicited from your agape mouth as he lifted his other hand and choked you with both, something in your dizzy mind telling you that he was possessed.

“Crying all the time- complaining” he continued, not caring if you were listening, the suffocation being to much to bare now. “So selfish”

And maybe he was.

Your brain was filled with fear, wondering how it all went from a kiss to this— almost getting killed by your therapist in your couch. You opened your eyes to meet his, feeling like your chest was on fire as there wasn’t any air flowing in, seeing how the blue of Jonathan’s eyes has darkened and his lips were parted as well, the muscles of his jaw twitching as he choked you to death.

Your eyebrows narrowed together in terror as you noticed that familiar tingly sensation in your lower belly and your thighs clenching together. Maybe it was something about him exercising this power over you, how you felt so feeble under his touch, that was probably leaving bruises on your neck for you to carry and show around what he was making you do it.

You didn’t have enough time to think about it, you were practically dying.

“And you are enjoying this?” he said with an amused tone, probably noticing how your thighs fragily contracted against one another.

You felt yourself slowly lose your consciousness when finally the relief came and the air started to flow again to your desperate lungs, taking long and loud puffs of air when his hand let go of your neck. Your erratic breath was interrupted by a loud moan that escaped you when Crane yanked you by your hair and shoved you to the floor.

He was quick yo position you between his legs, looking at you through his unfixed glasses, giving you a twisted smile that made you quiver in fear, that growing wet patch on your panties making you feel like a really sick girl.

“Doctor-” you mumbled, closing your eyes as he pulled your hair, withdrawing a mewl off your mouth. “Hurts”

“You talk when I tell you to talk” he snickered, adjusting the way his fingers gripped your hair. You thought that he might just pull out the strand he was tugging. “I’m sick of your whining”

You felt more tears well up in your eyes; not sure if it was from the pain in your head or how his words felt like a knife that landed right on your heart. You were confused, sad, angry— a little hot, too.

“I pay you yo listen to me” you said, your voice so shaky you were lucky he could understand you. You wished he didn’t understand you.

Another sort of moan left your lips as a hard slap made a landing in your cheek, your face turned to the side because of the impact. You closed your eyes in disbelief, a cry coming out as you felt helpless, wondering if this was some exposure therapy he was experimenting on you.

He repeated himself, instructing you to talk only when you were told so, nodding in defeat as you accepted whatever this was and continued to play along with Jonathan’s sick fantasy of controlling you, without even knowing it.

You looked at him with nothing but inquietude, the look in his eyes giving you the foreboding that nothing good was about to happen now, frightened of what we would do to you.

He didn’t show any hints of letting go of your hair anytime soon, just holding it firmly to keep you looking at him through your heavy lashes, a wicked grin on his smug face.

“Let’s give that whining mouth of yours a good use” he said, and you gulped, understanding what he wanted and quivering in fear, not really understanding why the sticky sensation between your legs grew.

“Undo my pants” he commanded, and you stayed still, your eyes not leaving his even when another slap landed on your tear-wet face. “Do as you’re told, brat. This might be your only cure”

You couldn’t help but sob a little, his tone sounding so definitive, so professional. Your trembling hands reached his belt and unbuckling it ungracefully, taking longer than he expected, you heard him chuckle as you unbuttoned his pants afterwards, then putting your hands back in front of your lap.

“C’mon” he pulled your hair again, causing you to moan in pain. “Don’t make me tell you what to do”

You looked at him again in nothing but shame, trying to resist to this humiliating request of his, but complying it anyways. He said he was going to cure you, but now you doubted it, right now, you only wanted this to be over.

With a last look at his eyes you returned your attention to the growing bulge in his slacks, the shame in your brain being present at all times, not quite helping the way your eyes were fixated on his clothed member. You were quick to free him out after your staring earned you a other harsh pull of hair, your lips turned into a line when his cock slapped his abdomen, causing his dress shirt to wrinkle a little.

“Go on, Y/N” he encouraged you, as you looked at him with pleading eyes, silently begging him for mercy, knowing that even if you screamed it at him, he just wouldn’t listen. “This isn’t about what you want, anymore. Is about what you need”

A tear slid from your eyes and disappeared down your cheek when his free hand placed the tip of his hard cock on your parted lips, gesturing you to take it and not waste more of his time— more than you already did.

“Open up, whore” he said under his breath, using your hair as a device to move your head and help you shove his length down your throat. You complied, the tears in your eyes now soaking in you cheeks by the effort that you were making trying to welcome his thick shaft down your mouth.

You were sure you scratched him with your teeth a few times as he bobbed your head up and down with his strong hand, manhandling you without care for his own pleasure. You placed your hands on his knees, trying not to gag, but when his tip touched the bottom of your throat, you couldn’t help it.

You cried as you felt suffocated again, now for a whole different reason, a more humiliating one, and you almost wished he killed you then. His hips buckled everytime your lips reached the base of his cock, the room filled with the sounds of your mouth and saliva coating his shaft and the soft moans that came out of his poisoned lips.

“Take it, whore” he said, his voice now husky and distorted by the pleasure, the pain that your teeth accidentally inflicted on him turning him even more. “God- you are horrible at this”

He chuckled between heavy breaths, pulling you by the hair and releasing his cock from your mouth, a vulgar pop filling both of your ears at the sudden separation of your lips and his member. Your eyes looked at the floor, feeling such a shame that the mere thought of meeting his face with your fearful face made you cringe, the pulsating pain on the back of your head making you dizzy.

“You can’t suck dick properly” he said, his tone sounding like he was making fun of you. “No wonder why your husband left you. You’re just pathetic”

You finally rose up your face to look at that insufferable smile of his, ignoring the way his cock was still hanging there in front of you, almost brushing your nose. His fingers finally untangled from your hair and giving you some sort of solace, the consolation that this traumatic session was over.

Maybe the remedy was worse than the sickness itself.

“Jonathan, stop it, plea-”

Your imploration was completely ignored, followed by another slap on your wet cheek that made you cry even more, not understanding how this man could’ve been the same one who made you felt loved and finally listened. You fell for a lie once again.

“Get on the couch” he simply said, his words were like a bucket of cold water fell on you. “Stop the bitching, don’t want to hear it”

“And I’m your doctor. Not Jonathan” he reminded you, making you feel even more ashamed.

You did as he told, again, half-standing from the floor and sitting next to him, trying to take as much space from him as you could before he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer, your face growing red as his face was now centimeters away from yours.

“You look so beautiful when you cry” he whispered, caressing your face but trying to nor wipe the tears away, almost like he was admiring you. It made you melt into his touch, glad that his kind demeanor was there again. Even if his words made you cringe— and the fact that his cock was still out, you felt your heart grew warmer by the way he tenderly touched you.

It didn’t last much longer, when his lips twitched into a malicious smile and went down to nibble your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses around the bruised skin and bitting where his fingers hurt you previously, making your fingers wrap on his hair and cry for mercy, trying for him to stop hurting you this much.

“Shut up, stupid brat” he repeated that same insult, making you swallow your cries, closing your eyes in disbelief as he continued to injure your already suffering skin.

You arched your back in surprise when all of the sudden his hands reached for your breasts, groping your tits like his life depending on it, stimulating you through the fabric of your shirt, but all you felt was fear and anger, impotence flowing through your veins because you just couldn’t scream and push him away, fear was freezing you on the spot.

The worst part? You maybe didn’t wanted to push him away. Because maybe if he gets what he wants now you would be cured and he’ll be back to normal, returning you the sweet Doctor Crane that you met once, not this monster that was groping you like a piece of meat.

He clicked his tongue and dropped both of his hands to spread your legs open, forcing your back to drop onto the hand rester of the couch. You looked at him with big eyes, your heart felt like it was going to jump out of your chest and scream to Jonathan that enough was enough, you just couldn’t take any of this anymore.

But your heart stayed there, between your lungs that seemed incapable to hold any air, making your breathing erratic. So nobody screamed Jonathan to stop, and he continued with his profanation against your persona— your dignity.

He bit his lip at the sight of your fucked-up face, your legs open as it showed him the dark patch on your baby blue panties, darting his eyes from your half-exposed crotch to your teary eyes.

“God, keep crying and I might come now” he growled, lowering his face to meet your pussy, kissing it through your underwear, making you mewl, closing your eyes at the sudden attention your core was getting.

You felt embarrassed at how much you enjoyed when he moved the fabric to the side and started making out with your cunt, swallowing your fluids like a starved man.

“So wet” he mumbled against your labia, the vibration making your eyes roll back, bitting your lip to prevent any moan to come out; he was raping you, why did he make you enjoy it? “I bet you like this, to be treated like a whore”

You shook your head, more tears falling out of your eyes as you felt nothing else but humiliation, pleasure washing over your body everytime his tongue brushed your clit, your back arched against nothing.

“You like it?” he said, finally pulling out and pushing his body up so his face was in front of yours, his cock grazing against your now stimulated pussy, a gasp leaving your lips, a gasp that quickly turned into a hurting moan when his hand slapped you again, this time in your throbbing cunt. “Answer me”

“I- I do” you whispered, gripping his shoulders when you felt him align the head of his member with your whole, scared of how it was going to fit. You had trouble taking it when he face-fucked you, how the fuck it was going to fit down there?

“I’m going to fuck you so good” he whispered between pants, jerking himself off before entering you. “You’re going to forget that pathetic husband of yours”

You couldn’t help but cry, trying to push him off by the shoulders, a terrified look on your face. “It won’t fit, Doctor” you pleaded, a crooked grin on his face as you keep on calling him that. “I beg you, don’t-”

“Yes, beg me” he said, starting to push his member inside you with a slow but relentlessly pace, not giving you enough time to adjust, just to scream and hit him weakly on the chest, face and shoulders before ge grabbed your hands and pinned them down, on the sides of your body. “I’m going to cure you- do you so good”

His voice was low, as he barely could speak when he felt just how tight you were, your walls hugging his cock just the right way, his pulsating head making your mind dizzy, the stinging pain starting to be forgotten.

But when he slid out and entered back it, the hardness of his movement made your insides burn with pain, a loud cry echoing in the walls of the living room as he started to trust into your pussy with a fast pace, not caring at all if you felt good.

He snapped his hips against yours with an animalistic force, growls escaped from his mouth every time his cock was welcomed by the warmth of your stretch whole, the sensation making him go even more feral, making you cry more.

He let go of one of your hands and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at his eyes as he fucked you vigorously, the blue on his iris not existent anymore, only his widely dilated pupils meeting yours, your blurred vision distinguishing the depraved expression in his face.

“You- so tight” he snarled, his voice barely audible, covered by the sound of skin slapping and your loud cries. “I bet your stupid husband didn’t fuck you like this”

You felt nothing but shame as you felt his cock now sliding in and out more easily, the wetness of your cunt growing as he spoke to you like that, that familiar heat flourishing in your lower belly as his words degraded you, your cries quickly becoming moans.

“This was all you needed- fuck” he said, his spit splashing your face as he talked, his words full of disdain. “A good dick, that’s all it takes to keep bitches like you quiet” You nodded, thinking that if you agreed he would stop. How wrong you were.

In a quick movement Jonathan took his cock out and spun you around, not giving you time to get on your ass up by laying your chest down before he stabbed your hole again, pushing your skirt all the way up to see how his pelvis came into collision with your ass.

You were moaning like a bitch in heat now, sure that the maids were listening, not really caring about it anymore. Jonathan was fucking you nice and hard, your mouth wide open as his tip brushed your cervix, screaming to him to keep it right there.

“I’m close” he said, pulling your hair back to press his chest to your back, his other hand going down to play with your swollen clit, wanting your to come around his cock like the slut he knew you were. “Come with me, you whore”

“Yes” you moaned, your tongue out as his cock hit the right spots, making your hips to move against his, grinding against his hand and dick, feeling your wetness drip down to your thighs. “Yes, yes, I want to”

He laughed, approaching your ear with his tongue to bite it, leaving a long and wet kiss underneath it that made you grow hotter, your eyes closed as you let him use you; the only thought in your mind being him and his wonder-working cock.

Truth was, he was fucking you stiffly, every slam of his hips stronger than the last one, but you were so deprived of touch, so dick-starved, that even if Jonathan was fucking you like a lifeless doll, only for the sake of his pleasure, you loved it, even when it hurt you.

“I’m going to fill you up” he said against your ear, his hand leaving your clit unattended as he grabbed your hip to increase the velocity of his thrusts, ramming your hole like a demented man, making your head drop against his shoulder and scream at the ceiling, now knowing what he meant by curing you.

“Going to get you pregnant” he said, more to himself than anything “so you don’t have to bitch about being alone anymore”

You opened your eyes with terror, you didn’t want children, you were so young. The idea made you frightened, the moaning now sounding like little nos and pull outs, but Jonathan didn’t listen.

“Doctor please, please, pull out” you pleaded, reaching for his hips and trying to push him away, one of his hands slapping your ass and pulling you down by your shoulder blade so you wouldn’t fight anymore. “Doctor Crane please”

“I will fucking fill you up, Y/N” he chanted, laughing at the idea of your round belly and your swollen tits, carrying his baby all day and feeling all worked up and needy all day, only waiting for him to fuck you all day. “You won’t be alone again. You won’t be sad again”

Then you realized it.

When he came, your hot walls creamed every single drop of his cum, making his thrusts sloppy and slow, his moans filling your ears as you sobbed under his touch, feeling his seed paint your walls and load your insides with his sperm.

That was your cure.

His hot release that now flooded inside your leaking cunt, that was your so-promised antidote. He took away your solitude by giving you his and yours firstborn, a bastard baby that would give you the company that you lacked.

You felt him chuckle as he rode out his high, the chase of his own climax made you forget yours, so now there you were, your swollen cunt looking for its release while his rested among your insides calmly, like it was meant to be.

He didn’t pull out immediately, taking his time to appreciate the sight of your skirt resting in your hips all rolled up, your bruised neck and messy hair, the way your ass was exposed to him by the way he had you arching your back. All for him— for him to wreck.

He pulled out and rolled his eyes when you started crying, now being annoying instead of hot. You sat on the couch and saw him button his pants and fix his hair, hissing when you felt nothing but pain growing in your worn-out pussy. You explained through your weak voice how he ruined your life, that he was the worst person you’ve ever met and that now you had to carry the product of his sick and twisted rapist-fantasy, even tried to hit him, but your pathetic tantrum only gained you another slap in the face, and a stern look.

When he tried to stand up and leave, you grabbed him by the wrist and begged him not to, he couldn’t just leave you, not now, not ever.

“Don’t be so ungrateful” he said, a smile that made you feel nothing but trepidation in his face. “You’ll never be alone again”

You couldn’t help but feel scared. Scared of him, of what just happened, of what’s going to happen next, scared for your future son with this evil specie of a man.

When you continued to cry, and he pulled you for a hug as he assured you that he would never leave you; and how could he? He had a long life of success waiting for him now, giving a girl of your status his last name, his children. Oh, it’s going to be wonderful, he just needed to tame you and make you the perfect slave for him, and that wasn’t going to be hard.

You were sure that you’ll never be loved, but at least now Jonathan was going to be with you. You’ll never be alone again.

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/ orv novel spoilers until up to ch 468

Wherever one will be, the other will rush over to protect them

Ok.! Time to go insane about shin yoosung (I love Lee gilyoung too but I need to talk about shin yoosung otherwise I will explode.)

every so often at least thrice a week I think about how attached yoosung is to dokja it just turns my heart inside out. Like she really just started off thinking she was better off dead, and no one wanted her, and then han sooyoung shows up and threatens to kill her and she thinks "oh. I kind of deserve it." and what does dokja do? He protects and saves and nurtures her. Which is already very heartwarming right?

And then she learns about this future self of her from the 41st round, gets 41st sys' memories of pain and feeling neglected by 41yjh, literally everyone wants to kill her, and also her future self is this monstrous beast who's wreaking havoc, the man (yjh) whom her future self decides to stake thousands of years on wants to kill her as well, and future self has already killed herself like once. And so this is like a whole ass onion of layers that are reinforcing her mentality that she's unneeded and she should die and everyone wants her dead and the world is better off with her dead, right? And WHAT DOES DOKJA DO. WHAT DOES DOKJA DO. HE

1. Protects her immediately, putting himself between her and yjh's sword

2. "yoo Joonghyuk if you hurt her I won't forgive you"

3. Protects her future self (who has done terrible things and was also forsaken by the person she struggled so desperately to help)

4. Due to trust in dokja, this causes kimcom to all protect future sys as well without hesitation

5. Gets pissed on behalf of scenario enforcement upon 41sys and promptly uses a good chunk of his riches to beat up the dokkaebi

6. (sys isn't aware of this but I'll add it anyway) saves 41sys soul from the dead and reincarnates her into a baby which he raises with care

LIKE HE SAVES HER, SAVES HER AGAIN, SAVES HER FUTURE SELF, BRINGS HER FUTURE SELF BACK TO LIFE, LIKE I'm overwhelmed. Can you tell? He said "you are needed, I won't let you die" in like 20 different languages, and I just. I cannot even begin to fathom how much that meant to shin yoosung, she's so young yet she told dokja he could kill her, omg her and gilyoung r rlly besties for lifers because why are they both fucked up, please.

What am I even talking about it's almost 7am

[n0tamused]

HELLO I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT I REMEMBERED WHAT THE REQUEST WAS ABOUT ok here we go

How do you think Ratio would be with a really touch-starved s/o but hides because they're too shy?

Maybe Ratio would notice whenever he would touch reader but not really understand if something's wrong but the reader on the inside is freaking out like "omg omg he's touching me act cool act cool"

But the eventually it gets so much that Ratio asks what's wrong, and reader tells him, and maybe after that reader finally sets free and is very touchy (hugs, touches, and bites) with Ratio to the point that even he gets a bit flustered

Thank you in advance 🙏

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A/n: Hii! Thank you for stopping by again and leaving the request. This time it came in lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Contents: Dr. Ratio x GN Reader, fluff, both of y'all are touch starved, headcanon format

-Busy schedules and fleeting touches seems to be the best descriptor to your current state of relationship with Veritas. The former was always there, both of you were busy in truth, and those times you got to yourselves were all the more precious. The latter was something you were trying to branch into something more, yet felt too scared to do so.

-Perhaps the word scared wouldn’t be the best word to use, but it felt so unnatural to want it, yet wanting it all the same. To hold him and be held, to hold his hand and kiss his knuckles, to snuggle up to him on the couch or to rest your head on his shoulder and read off the pages he was reading. It never was a necessity, but rather a small, aching itch underneath your skin

-And under your skin is where it stayed and boiled and cooled down and ached. At times you’d flush at the thought of all these sweet things happening, but when it came to acting upon them, not only were you tongue tied but also incapable of movement by the looks of it

-At best it could be annoying

-Both of you advocated for clear communication, no beating around the bush and no nonsense, so why haven’t you brought this small need up to Ratio? He’d surely understand. In the end, he was human as well, and you knew that better than anyone else. So what’s holding you back?

-You can’t find the answer to that question. You leave it to the back of your mind.

-While PDA isn’t something high on Ratio’s list at all, he indulges in small touches behind closed doors much more than one may think. If you’re sitting together on the couch and you’re close enough, he’d have your legs over his lap and he’d run his hands up and down your shin, sometimes soothing the knots in the muscles of your legs, other times his hand just rests there. He moves you out of the way by placing his hand on your hips and moving you carefully to make more room for him to pass by, this often happens in the kitchen in the early mornings where you’re still droopy eyed and sluggish. Other times its him brushing the tips of his fingers across your jawline before sleep, or when he is walking past you he gives you a deep, much more tender look - a warm look. He smiles with his eyes more than anything..

-There were times you thought he was wordlessly asking for you to hold his hand, but you summed that up to your own selfish desires and not something he wanted. You were clearly imagining things. 

-But as time went on, Ratio couldn’t get it out of his head - your odd behavior when he did indulge in more intimate sides of the relationship. The flush of your cheeks, the uncharacteristic nervousness, the widened eyes, the sudden jumpiness and the fidgeting of your hands and shuffling of feet. To some extent it worried him, and to a greater extent it confused him. You were clearly flustered, but what if there was something underlying, fear perhaps? Now that worried him..

-As soon as it began to gnaw on his mind he asked you about it. ‘What is wrong? Is something wrong?’

-Oh, if you could flush harder you would. The world seemed to get another mute for a few heartbeats, and then that mute began to stammer and trip over words like they were speaking for the first time in a millenia.

-You want more affection but don’t know how to approach him? Touch-starved? 

-Why didn’t you just.. say so? -He is more mind boggled about that than anything else. He knew you were touch starved, he knows you, but the reason he never went out of his way to give you too much affection is because he was still feeling around the boundaries of your relationship, didn’t want to make your comfortable and he didn’t want to taste anything unknown to him as well, not yet. He loves you, but he won’t rush the relationship. 

-After a lengthy conversation about intimacy, pda, cuddles and snuggles, the proverbial knot of tension in your body dissipated, the tension lessened significantly. 

-So you indulge yourself now, still somewhat shy and new to openly showing affection, but he never turned you down unless work called and he needed his alone time. He always held your hand back, patted your head, kissed your knuckles, hugged you longer, and more often now - you found your head in his lap much more frequently, his hands combing through your hair, massaging your scalp. You began leaving fleeting kisses over his jaw or cheeks, and the first time you did it he earned a faint blush across his cheeks. It was just surprising, he said as he coughed into his hand.

-He almost glares at you to steel himself when he sees you standing next to him with that signature look in his eyes that says you’re about to smother him in some quick kisses. It’s a jest of course, he loves the affection though - he’s still getting used to it all along with you.

-You will find yourself getting kissed much more often too, around the house or even in public - although that is much more rare - but he’d kiss your cheek or forehead, hug you and squeeze you and chuckle when you release a huff at how tightly he hugged you. ‘You’re squeezing me’ - ‘Is that a complaint?’

-It will take time in order for the blush on your cheeks to not choke you when you go to him and show him affection, but it doesn’t need to go away. It is cute, you think, how your heart flutters and feels at ease now whenever he reciprocates the affection.  Although he'll take longer to get to those bites of yours. He does return those as well, for your information.

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[femme-from-hell]

Could I request HCs for the Lupin Gang (I didn’t see a character limit in rules but if it’s only one character at a time then Goemon) With a reader who often shows affection by just giving them random trinkets they find. Not valuable stuff just like Cool rocks, sea glass, this key chain that made them think of you, etc. just crow brain affection.

: ̗̀➛ Omg, anon, this is literally so cute!! I hope I did right by such an adorable request!

𓆩♡𓆪 Arsène Lupin III 𓆩♡𓆪

Lupin would be nothing short of enthralled by the fact that you gift him just the most random of bits and bobbles.

He keeps all of it, no matter what it is. He'll have a specific spot in his luggage whenever he travels to store them, or keep them in a little trinket box he keeps in the glove compartment of the fiat.

Lupin likes to keep your most recent gift as like a lucky charm in his jacket whenever he goes on a heist. If he's in a tight pinch during a heist, he'll worry it in his jacket as if it were a stress reliever. He just wants a little piece of you with him, a reminder of that he has to come back safe and in one piece :)

If you get him keychains, he will use all of them. At once. Like, you can hear him coming from a mile away at one point because he'll have so many charms on his keys.

I mentioned a trinket box in an earlier bullet, so I like to think Lupin would steal a really nice jeweled box to keep them in. Such precious things deserve an equally precious safe place!

If he loses/drops one of your gifts, he will do ANYTHING to get it back. Is pops on his tail? Tough shit, he's popping a U-Turn mod chase to go find the rock he dropped. In the middle of a shoot out with some villain? They can wait, because the sea glass you gave him earlier that day isn't in his coat pocket and that is way more pressing.

𓆩♡𓆪 Daisuke Jigen 𓆩♡𓆪

Jigen would initially be a little confused, like, why are you handing him this rock? But he would eventually understand, finding it cute.

Mentally, he compares you to a crow that likes to bring him shiny things. This thought never fails to bring a smile to his face.

He admittedly doesn't keep everything you give him, he's someone who prefers to travel light because of his line of work, but he'll keep a handful of trinkets you get him. If Lupin points out the cutesy charm handing from his phone or keys, he is swiftly silenced by a kick to the shin.

Jigen is pretty handy with a thread and needle after years of stitching himself and the others after some nasty injuries, so he absolutely sews a little pocket to the inside of his jacket to store your gifts.

When you give him these gifts, his appreciation is subtle. No big reaction, but more of a faint blush rising to his cheeks and a soft muttering of gratitude before tucking it away.

When he misses you, he'll absentmindedly fiddle with the gift he has on him at the time.

𓆩♡𓆪 Goemon Ishikawa XIII 𓆩♡𓆪

Like Jigen, I feel like Goemon would be a little confused but once you clarify its a gift, he'll act like you just gifted him the sun. Super serious with his face completely red. He'll accept it in a sort of awkward formal manner, but the whole ordeal is cute.

Goemon tries his best to keep all of your gifts, but since the man travels with his sword and nary another thing, he'll lose some gifts. The second he realizes he has though, he is nothing short of DEVISTATED.

He likes to have your gifts in his hands while he is meditating, finding that they bring him peace of mind.

Goemon gets really defensive of them, like if Lupin even thinks about touching any of the things you've gifted him, he's halfway through drawing Zantetsuken

I like to think that he would start mimicking your love language. Considering that he is out in the middle of buttfuck nowhere in the mountains whenever he isn't getting Lupin out of whatever mess he is in, he'll start taking notice of cool rocks he would find and pocket them, planning to give them to you when he sees you next.

𓆩♡𓆪 Fujiko Mine 𓆩♡𓆪

Look, this woman has been gifted the finest that the world has to offer, only to turn her head and scoff. But the second you roll up like, "Hey, I found this piece of Sea Glass, and the color reminds me of your eyes.", she would be absolutely and utterly infatuated.

She keeps EVERYTHING and she will be DAMNED if she loses a single on. Fujiko puts them in a carrying case that she keeps on her at almost all times of the day, unless she is going somewhere she might lose it.

She could be surrounded by suitors offering her diamonds and gold, but her eyes will be locked on you and the funky little rock in your hand.

Fujiko thinks it is just the cutest and loves everything you give her. When she's in a sour mood, she'll take out her case of your gifts and just look through them, thinking about you and smiling to herself.

On several occasions, Fujiko has saved the trinket box over Lupin or the others. She's a woman with priorities, how could you blame her?

She would want to get you something in return though, so something like a bag that you can wear while you walk on the beach looking for sea glass and shells, or through the woods looking for fun rocks or stray feathers.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ I really hope you like this! I had a blast writing this because I do the same thing honestly. If you enjoyed my writing, pls feel free to lmk what you think! *ੈ✩‧₊˚

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[9:19 pm]

(cw: foul language, sexual themes not happening in real time but detailed recountings)

(a/n: this is the steamiest I'm ever going omg pls let me know if this was bad bc I had no idea what i was writing, I'll stick to fluff and angst plz and thx)

“Holy shit,” Jeno panted into your ear, “that was like the best sex we’ve ever had.”

You rubbed your hand up and down his sweaty bare back in soothing circles, “it was alright, yeah.”

His head popped up from the crook of your neck, eyes wide and eyebrows quirked in confusion, “Just alright?”

“I’m partial to the first time you tried and successfully wooed me. The rose petals, candles lit, it was super romantic and I loved it,” you replied, rubbing away the crease between his eyebrows with your thumb gently.

“You mean the time I burnt down one of my curtains and scarred my shin after a thorn got stuck there? That time?” Jeno questioned.

“It was really cute,” you pouted, “it showed me how serious you were about us.”

Jeno’s head fell to your shoulder, “Not the time after I proposed? Or the time we were in Thailand for our anniversary? Baby, you just came 4 times in an hour and a half, that’s the loudest you’ve ever screamed. How is that not the best?”

“I’ve already told you Jeno. Now go get me a towel, I’m sticky and sore over here,” you shoved his shoulder.

He huffed and mumbled under his breath on his way to the bathroom. He returned with a damp rag as he settled onto the bed again, while he wiped away at the cum spilling out onto your thighs.

His eyebrows were furrowed in deep thought again, “I’m pretty sure you cried this time and you haven’t done that before.”

“I’m literally laying here while you wipe your cum off me Jeno, can we please move on?”

He pouted further as he balled up the damp rag and threw it in the direction of the hamper, “made you make that new sound when I spanked you too.”

“Jeno!” You gasped, embarrassed that he was still going on about this.

He noticed your shocked face and smirked, “Hah ah- ahhhh Jeno! Right- right there baby! Hah!”

Your jaw dropped hearing his high pitched moans, he continued, “ha-harder Jeno! Je-Jeno, so so close. Keep going!”

You smacked his shoulder, “I do not sound like that!”

He laughed, pushing your hands away as he went on, now with added writhing and pulling on the sheets, “Baby, baby, baby, ahhhhhh!”

His over the top moans filled the room, he began panting until his mocking moan got louder and higher pitched. He imitated your sniffles and what up you assumed was your orgasm face before his performance was finally done, “See, my love? So good I have your whole performance burned into my memory.”

“Yeah well you grunted really fucking weird in ear when you came that last time I thought you were choking on your own tongue or you had rubbed your dick raw from having no control,” you snapped.

“I wouldn’t have thought that when your legs were shaking for a whole minute after we were done.”

“Maybe that was because someone insisted on having my leg over their shoulder for a whole hour we fucked like we were in one of those gymnast pornos you used to watch.”

Jeno slapped a hand over your mouth, “I told you that in confidence.”

“And I trust that you won’t mock my moans when I let you jizz inside me, much less let you fuck me!” You counter.

Jeno replies quickly, “Wasn’t mocking you baby, I was reminding you of how good it was. Not just decent, amazing, life changing, out of this world, I could go on. And stop calling it fucking.”

“What would you like me to call it then Jeno? Having intercourse? A sexual encounter?”

He shakes his head, “making love?”

You let out a shocked laugh, “making love? Jeno we make love after fights or on anniversaries, not when you spank me and chicken out when I ask you to choke me.”

“Can’t hear your pretty noises if you can’t breathe, baby,” Jeno smirks leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek.

You shove at his shoulder, "Why do we both have to have the same sex ranking anyway?"

Jeno shrugs in response, stating that he guesses it doesn't make sense if you do. He might like it a little more passionate and you like it a little more romantic, "But that first time we had make up sex?"

"Number 2," you both agree with a simple nod of your head.

“We should fight more so we can have more sex like that, god that was good,” he sighs dreamily.

“Just good?” You mock his earlier question.

“One of the best baby,” he smiles.

[chvoswxtch]

OMG HII HAPPY 2K, LOVE!!!!

Thank you for writing and sharing it with the world, FOR FREE ‼️💖💕💞

Truly a blessing if u ask me and know you're appreciated by me (a big whore) and other people alike 😋

I'd like to order an old fashioned with Frank Castle, please!

So here goes my silly thot:

hunter/butcher!Frank au (anything to do with selling meat)

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"I didn't come here for meat. I came for your meat."

AHHH MY LOVE!!! THANK YOU!!! 💖

i'm not gonna lie to you, reading this one turned me rabid. if i may be an absolute whore add some spice to this old fashioned-

this old fashioned is garnished with jalepeño (minors dni)

thots below the cut

frank castle's meat

let's set the stage, shall we? we're talking long haired, bearded frankie (think punisher season 1)

he's the local butcher in town, and all his meats come from his own hunting kills

now frankie has a shop most of his customers come to so they can get their meats, but because you typically work while his shop is open, he allows you to come by his cabin to pick up your orders

his secluded cabin in the middle of the woods (you know where this is going)

now you know for a fact he doesn't allow anyone else to do this, and you use that knowledge that he's sweet on you to your full advantage

maybe your dresses and shorts get a little shorter with every visit, or your shirts get just a little more low cut, but frankie doesn't seem to mind and you notice his flannels and henleys are far more unbuttoned around you than they are when he's in town

being the gentleman he is, he loads everything into your car for you

"can't have you gettin' your pretty hands all dirty."

sometimes he lingers for a moment, leaning up against your car as he asks you about your day or how work is going, and you ask him questions in return. if he's busy and doesn't have time for small talk, he'll throw a little extra something in for you, but he never invites you inside

he's not the chattiest person, and he's always polite and professional when he's talking to you, but that doesn't mean you don't catch the way his eyes wander when he thinks you're not watching him

you keep your flirting playful and light, just in case you're reading him wrong and he really is just that nice, but eventually you grow frustrated and decide if he's not going to make a move, then you will

so you put on your prettiest dress and the sexiest pair of panties you own and drive to frankie's one friday night, and that mountain of a man is on his porch before you can even shut your engine off bc he saw the headlights

and while there's clear confusion on his face when he sees you, the second you get out of your car and he sees what you’re wearing, that confusion quickly melts into something else

"hey sweetheart. I uh...missin' somethin'? didn't think you had an order to pick up tonight."

and the clear lust shinning in his eyes underneath the glow of the moonlight fills you to the brim with that last ounce of confidence you needed to finally get what you want

you swear you see him swallow thickly when you approach him slowly with a sultry smile on your lips and a shake of your head

"I didn't come here for meat, Frankie. I came for your meat."

again, being the gentleman he is, frankie just stares at you with wide eyes, refusing to make a move until he's sure he knows exactly what you're asking for and stumbling over his words

"I uh...don't think I...I know what you're askin' for here, sweetheart."

"I think you do, Frankie. I think you want something from me, too. What do you say we work out a trade?"

if you weren't so turned on you would find it comical that you rendered the giant broody man everyone in town was intimidated by so nervous that he couldn't speak, but you were turned on and impatient so you take frankie's hands and guide them to your hips until he gets the hint

and that is all the confirmation he needs to pounce and then there is not an inch of your skin his hands aren't exploring

he's wanted you for so long that he can't even make it to the bedroom. he spreads you out right over his dining table and drops to his knees to get a taste of you before he's fucking you so hard over it that the table ends up halfway across the living room by the time he's done with you

needless to say, you're his favorite customer

[lskisms]

1 + 4 w sydney adamu ? maybe reader says one of the prompts n then a bit later syd says the other one ? also pretty pleaseeee some kissing n a lil domesticity ? been going insane abt syd since i first saw her ,,,

(stop) messing around, s. adamu

syn. there's been a little laundry mishap between you and your roommate... who you may or may not have a little crush on. (who can blame you?)

gen. romance.

warnings. lapslock intended, sapphic realness once again.

word count. 0.6k.

note. "been going insane about syd since i first saw her" TRUST me too omg... title taken from bibi's "let's be honest" and prompts from this list. also thank you for being my first request omg..

it is… far too early to be feeling the way you do right now: blood hot chocolate warm under your skin and your insides going gooey and soft like marshmallow. you're got a long day of studying and work ahead of you, leading to your early wake up time, but now there's a part of you that wishes you'd slept in like you normally do because this is way too much. sydney, your roommate, is making a breakfast of omelettes and hashbrowns, which isn't so normal, but she's doing it wearing your sweats.

"good morning!" she chirps when she turns to put dirty dishes in the sink, noticing you standing in the walkway.

"are those… are you wearing my sweatpants?" you ask, trying to maintain your composure.

after a long stint of bad roommates, sydney was a gift: funny, compassionate, and clean. since she'd moved in, you'd enjoyed waking up to her making breakfast and the brightness she brought into the apartment. it was only a matter of time, really, before you caught feelings for her. and now that you have, you've been finding it increasingly difficult to ignore them in favor of keeping a platonic living space.

syd looks down at herself, still cradling the dirty dishes in her hands. when she looks back up at you, her mouth opens and closes in nervousness, stuttering. "uh… y-yeah, i guess they are. they must have accidentally ended up in my… laundry… i'm sorry-" you throw out your hands, shaking your head. "no, it's totally fine! just an accident. not a big deal at all." she looks at you all wide eyed, still floundering, but eventually, she closes her mouth and nods. she goes back to making breakfast and sets the table, serving you your food. halfway through her omelette, she looks up at you and her fork pauses just a few inches from her mouth.

"that's my shirt!"

you stop chewing and look up at her, your turn for your eyes to widen. you raise a free hand to cover your mouth and you ask, "what?"

she gestures at you and the shirt you're wearing. "you're wearing my shirt."

you look down at yourself and sure enough, you're wearing one of her graphic tees. what a strange laundry mix up, you think.

"it must have ended up in my laundry too…"

the two of you look at each other and after a few moments of silence, you start giggling over your meals. when she softly kicks your shin under the table, you laugh harder. you spend the rest of breakfast sharing a laugh and chatting about your plans for the day.

with breakfast over, the two of you stand at the sink, a typical routine in your household. except this time, while she washes and you dry and put away, your hips and shoulders bump together in a way that is far more than platonic. eventually, the dishes are clean and in their proper places, and you look over at syd, only to find her looking at you already. she glances from your lips back up to your eyes and you can't wait anymore. you lean in hesitantly, trying to anticipate how she feels about this, but she closes the gap before you do, her lips soft against your own and her fingers brushing against your waist. it's perfect and beautiful and everything you've ever dream about your first kiss with her being.

when she breaks it, the two of you stare at each other for a long few moments and then start laughing again.

"took us long enough," she says, shaking her head.

"you think the washer and dryer were plotting this?"

"oh! for sure."

© lskisms 2023. do not translate, copy, or repost my work on any site.

[donnie-woomy]

I wrote a crack fic

Alia was softly sleeping, until her phone started ringing and she groggily picked up her phone, seeing that it was zero calling her.

“WHAT IS IT??!!!!”

“Hey girlie :D”

Said zero, being in a good mood.

“You wanna come with me, x and axl to chuck.e cheese?”

“………”

“:3 ?…….”

“Yeah sure why not”

“Ok let me call x and axl!”

Zero contacted X first, the call was immediately answered.

“Hey big boy~”

X said so ✨kawaii!✨ laying on his bed like a fucking anime girl.

“You wanna come with me and gang to chuck.e cheese?”

“Haha! sure thing!”

Then he called axl.

“Hey axl you wanna-“

“HI!!!!!💕😭😃🥰💝!!!!!”

“…..you wanna come with us to chuck.e cheese?”

“YEAH!!! I LOVE IT THERE!!!”

Everyone got ready to go, they all decided to arrive there in alia’s mini van (fucking boomer) and made it to CHUCK.E CHEESE!!!.

“lol aren’t you all a little too OLD to be here lmao”

Said some random Reploid girl, X kicked her in the shins and stole her hat. They all went to the games.

“x, zero….. we don’t have the cards to play games”

Axl said vewy swadwy wike he was abwout to crwy 🥺 (fuckin kil me plz). Zero had an idea.

“Don’t worry buddy I got a plan.”

X and Zero approached a couple nearby.

“Omg babe could you win some games for me pleeeeaaaaseeee??!!!”

“Sure thing bae-“

They both got jumped by the two hunters and had their cards stolen. Axl was 💞SO HAPPY💞 Alia fell asleep standing in place and x woke her up by drop kicking her. They went to order some pizza.

“Let’s go play some GAMES!!!!🔇🔇🔇”

Axl said very energetically. They played lots of games, then the buzzer for the pizza went off and zero screamed.

“It’s ok big boy the pizza is ready”

Said x so gayly

They all went to get their pizza, x and zero ate their slice ROMANTICALLY. Alia called them cringe, covering axl’s eyes. After that, they went to the prize table and axl saw the most amazing thing ever. A stuffed shrek toy with memory foam Jordan’s on. (I want it…)

“Guys look!!! ITS SHREK!!!”

An employee walked to the group telling them to shut up, alia cracked her knuckles and punched him in the stomach. Then chuck.e cheese and his friends came out to play a song, throwing tickets. Axl did his best to grab all the tickets, then chuck.e accidentally stepped on his hand.

“OWW!!!🔇😭”

“Oh sorry kiddo I didn’t mean-“

Chuck.e then got jumped by x, zero, and alia. They all got enough tickets for the Jordan’s shrek, and gave it to axl who was 💞JUST SO HAPPY💞. Then suddenly chuck.e cheese closed, they were all still inside.

“Stand back everyone!”

Alia exclaimed as she picked up chuck.e’s severed hand and was about to throw it at the window. Until they all heard a door open and hid in the play area.

“Don’t worry about my brother ViA, he’s probably asleep”

“Finally we can be alone”

They all peaked to see that it was RiCO and HATSUNE MIKU?!?!?!??!!?!?!!!!! They were making out so ROMANTICALLY!!!! X gasped! Zero couldn’t believe it, Axl was making a surprised face, and Alia pointed.

x-“IS THAT HATSUNE MIKU??!???!!!!”

zero-“OH MY GOD HATSUNE MIKU!!!!i!iii!!!”

alia-“ITS FUCKING HATSUNE MIKU!!!!!!!”

axl-“Hey look it’s RiCO :3”

It is now confirmed that axl is the only one with a functioning brain which is surprising (he’s not supposed to be the normal one here wtf?!). They all got out of there from the back door, meanwhile RiCO and Hatsune Miku carried on with their date.

The end :D

[daily-shin-tsukimi]

omg its me agan,,,, going off my last ask can we see ur diy shin attempt ;0

Here they are!!!! As you can see they're a little unfinished lol. But I put a lot of effort into trying to make one...I have like two that I had to scrap since they got very ruined. The mochi one has a squeaker inside!!!

The tiny one in the middle I had to redo his body like...three times since each time I lost the body 😭. And the large one is a bit tainted red since the marker I was using to outline the fabric bled through. And the face is a bit messed up since I had to completely redo the embroidery and ended up scrapping the original look (tiny Shin) I was going for. But I'm still proud of my work!

[fff777]

reaction to dreamy in chile

i think the entire video is them at dinner so a bit different from the dream sketch videos

boo i think this is one of those restaurants with digital menus

chenle got his makeup and hair done for the dinner? or was it just that he didn't remove it.

mark: jaemin looks like a college student jaemin: what kind? jisung: engineering i think he just looks like a general studious type :P

ooh banana chips on the table

mark: what did you do in your room, jeno? jeno: what do you think? jeno: nothing classic homebody, i feel you jeno. just being inside is the comfort.

jaemin said the water tasted good (?)

mark accusing jisung of not trying all the dipping sauces and then launching into their nonsensical conversation about whether you can dip into a sauce and make it look like it hasn't been dipped into. as jisung comes into himself...he really is becoming the same person as mark XD they're literally the only two people who care about this trivial thing.

haechan starting frying pan game

chenle revealing that he's going to do some douyin challenges. which is why he had his hair and makeup done.

haechan wanted to play soccer but no one would play with him so he played basketball with chenle instead. i thought jisung liked soccer but i think he has varied interests and would want to go sightseeing :P

jisung revealing to mark that wine glasses are shaped the way they are because they handle temperature differently and mark was like "ohhhh. so what" and jisung laughed. marksung are so endearing for real. they get so into their own serious and silly conversations. anyway apparently the long stem is for us to hold so that our body temperature doesn't warm the wine and change its taste.

jaemin taking pics of the members as always

chenle and mark asking about jisung's new camera. looks like he did join the nct photography club :P i know jaemin and kun also have tons of photography equipment. i wonder who else does.

haechan voluntold mark to give a leader speech to the whole room ToT it's not just them, i'm pretty sure their staff are sitting at the other tables.

throwing him under the BUS

jisung is still experimenting and figuring out the settings on his camera. so something popped up while mark was using it but jisung didn't know what it meant. and then they passed the camera to expert photographer jaemin who flipped open a panel and jisung was like omg i didn't even know that opened.

ongoing saga of jaemin never bringing the camera to jeno

jaemin protecting his drink from thieves and meanwhile jeno just leans over for a sip. at the same time, chenle is literally stomping his feet and whining like a baby until jaemin relents which he does.

mark petting the baby

jaemin was asking why jisung was testing the camera now and not when he was on his own. chenle was theorizing that jisung gave up when he couldn't figure it out on his own and jisung was like :o how did you know. they know each other very well, that's why ;3

jisung and chenle bickering about how long it will take before jisung abandons his camera 😅 according to chenle, he too had bought a camera before and took interest in it for a short time before abandoning it.

the server told mark that his daughter love their music :3

jaemin: oppa, oppa mark, in englishs: am EYE the oppa?!

when you can't eat yet because your friends are still taking photos

the way jaemin goes ahh~

jaemin remarking on all of the food

lol the restaurant gave them chopsticks

chenle disappeared for a bit to film some videos

crayon shin-chan makes an appearance again

they discovered that what they call king crab in korean is actually kingler in english.

are they referencing like the pokemon??

:3

[guessimabasicnerdgirlnow]

Second part of Venom War

He just put the shirt on! Without thinking twice! Of all the ways I thought this would play out, Peter just grabbing the shirt and putting it on without realizing was not one

“This is my fault somehow. I just know it.” - Poor Spidey

“Peter. Don’t freak out.” I think it would be easier for him not to if Symby didn’t do that

Omg, look at them! Just like I wanted! Normie and Dylan and Bren and Sleeper, the full symbiote kindergarten. And Flexo. In the sewers.

I guess Dylan has long hair now?

Bren is showing some initiative and good thinking. I like his thinking. Dylan certainly isn’t happy about being called “just a kid” like this but he really should stay somewhere safe. He has no control of his powers. He already died or nearly did twice and wouldn’t have made it without Symby fixing his body both times. And it’s not like him or any of the kids know what’s up with Eddie, to know if this could just be some family talk or another murder attempt

I love Symby being there, all gooey, on that chair. Also thanks Peter for pointing out that maybe you shouldn’t leave your preteen/teen son all alone out there

(Not that I am criticizing Symby, I get why they run, they believed their mere presence would be worse to Dylan than being all alone. Plus they were sure Dylan would not make it. But Dylan needs them. He needs someone.)

Anyway, Peter is now added to the list of people who care more about Dylan than Eddie, though Eddie is also on his way to getting his shit together, finally

And there it is, the legendary page. I can’t believe that of all people to have this talk with Symby, it’s Peter, and he doesn’t even look like he’s dying inside to admit it. They grow up so fast 🥹

I think it’s not only me who will quote “you’re not some mindless monster. you’re not so alien you don’t know what good is - if you ever were, you’ve learned” maybe forever

This is just so perfect

Also. The fact that Symby got to hear this, from someone he has always loved and admired so much, who is now offering him the one thing they’ve always wanted but could never have… and Peter is looking all handsome and shirtless during it all. I love Symby’s expression in the last panel, all big, shinning eyes, asymmetrical teeth poking ou of their mouth

Pffff

My babies!

Normie looks so scared, like his own family problems aren’t even scarier than Dylan’s…

So. This is what a “Venomworld” is. No tongue visible this time, but I know it’s there

I know the way both Dylan and Eddie seem to believe this to be what happens when the other stays with the symbiote implies this is a lie or at least, there’s more to it than it seems but…

Isn’t this basically what Codex had done in the alternate verse? What is it about Dylan and using symbiotes for world domination?

Mid-life crisis, indeed lol. He even came back with a new tattoo

(Please let him keep the tattoo, I love it so much)

Anyway this whole event will be so frustrating when it comes to these two. But I am really looking forward to seeing Spidey and Symby being friends, and what everyone else will be up to.

[kachikirby]

Shin SD Gundam Gaiden Gold Saga Manga - Livetweet Collection

This post is basically a way for me to preserve my live reactions to reading the Gold Saga manga for the first time in January 2021. It includes both halves and opinions.

Of course, there will be spoilers.

Domon in this seems to have a habit of snapping his fingers when he's fuming at someone perceived as an enemy.

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Amazing. They referenced the thing.

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A mysterious knight talking about the Thunder System and says those that distort it must return to "zero"? Hmmmm I wonder who it could be...

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Who the FUCK let a literal child run a nation!?

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> Schwartz Dealer

Oh I get it ha ha ha..

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Hmmmm....Burning Geist claiming that the totally evil Dragoon and its pilot are fakers when they say they're from the Thunder Clan?

I wonder what that could mean...

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Omg, there's different artwork on the inner cover of the Gold Saga manga!! I only thought they did this for the second half of Seidan~

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It's "READY, GO!!" guys, not "READY, UNITE!!"...

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Ok, Gold Saga might be the only Gaiden work I've seen where they tell the villain to shut the fuck up by cutting them in half.

Before he can finish his sentence.

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It's ya boys

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Ngl, Devil Superior is just so...I guess the best phrase I can use to describe my feelings is "hauntingly beautiful" in Hoshino's style.

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Chibodee: Who's he?

George: Gemon from the Granada Kingdom. He's said to be a hero.

Maxter: Oh?

Gemon: Even the Dark Lord will too dazzled to fight when he sees my Gold Gun Gemon!

Chibodee: Just seems like some crazy old man.

George: Indeed.

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Ehhhh not really that impressed with how Evil Superior Dragon looks here. I prefer the more feral-like feeling of the official art...

(Side tangent about Evil Superior Dragon)

Like *this* is the version I like.

Even in the manga he just seems like a typical smug villain. I guess because Master's spirit is possessing him, but I really prefer the more feral take. Like how his quote on the card is just "...!?" Really gives that vibe.

I am in no way saying that Hoshino's art is bad, it's honestly one of the most unique I've seen and I praised his version of Devil Superior already. Just I don't really like how he handled what is supposed to be the metaphorical final threshold.

Yeah, like it has the base design of the official version, I feel it doesn't carry over the impact. Hoshino's version feels like it will monologue you to death. Official version feels like it's going to tear you apart from the inside and crush your skull.

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Superior Kaiser

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AND THEN THE SECOND HALF OF SUPERIOR SAGA HAPPENS

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Inner cover of the second half of Gold Saga.

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Pretty much gave my thoughts throughout. It's a bit slower in the beginning than most of the works I've read, but it's a fun ride when it picks up speed.

I am still a bit disappointed in the handling of Evil Superior Dragon because he felt more like a generic villain than the feral berserker that the cards implied he was. (Since the ones that have actual words are more narration than actual dialogue)

[beautifulpersonpeach]

What do you think of new jean’s’ latest EP?

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Ask 2 (quick ask):

Last year you said XG is a group you like. What do you think of their comeback? Grl Gvng is my fav from them rn. Then Tippy Toes. Do you still like New jeans btw? Ever since you said to watch how kpop stans treat NJ I've been checking the reactions and discourse and you've been right on the money. Again. You could make real dough from predicting how things play out in kpop fandoms.

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Hi Anon(s),

Get Up by NewJeans is a solid 8/10.

Every song on the EP is an earworm and I've been streaming the album since it dropped. There's no other 4th gen girl group that gets me excited for new music lately, more than NewJeans. XG is a distant second (anon in ask 2, all they've put out so far is a couple of singles which I think are very good, but the actual comeback is in late September so we'll see).

The stand-out songs on the EP for me are Cool With You, New Jeans, and ASAP, but every song on the EP is doing very well (except ASAP that most people seem to hate right now. But I suspect that will change with time.)

My theory of NewJeans' overarching concept being Alice in Wonderland, was confirmed for me in their visual album as that's the throughline idea in all the MVs, despite their very different themes.

The Powerpuff Girls / New Jeans intro being the most obvious analog, starting the EP with taking bunnies inside the imaginary world of NewJeans' townsville, reiterating that they aim to "make you feel like you're in a game", that this sound and vibe is what to expect, etc.

Super Shy which follows the girls within their universe where they're already known and loved (the callback to Attention at the start of the MV which people are already dancing to)

ETA is the first obvious reference to the parasocial attachment that NewJeans continues to highlight in their music. Just as in Ditto, it's self-aware with a morbid and surreal undertone to it. The MV director Shin Woo-seok, has also said the MV plot lesson is centered on how rumours can be used and weaponized regardless of whether they're based in fact. Which... again, just brilliant considering everything about how k-pop stans operate in general.

Cool With You & Get Up are the climax of the EP in my opinion, and in them we see the most interesting and sophisticated expression of identity conflict and reconciliation in parasocial attachments, using the story of Eros/Cupid and Psyche. Get Up, according to Ador, is only an interlude in this EP but will serve as the sonic blueprint for their next album. And this also confirms another pattern I've noticed. Min Heejin has been using one song from each album to hint/tease the dominant sound for the next. So, what I mean is:

1 - In NewJeans (debut EP) Cookie was a slight departure sonically from the other songs on the album, but sounds very similar to OMG which followed.

2 - In OMG (singles album) Ditto sounded nothing really like OMG (the song) but its UK garage + Baltimore Club combo sounds more like the full fledged expression of D&B that we see in Super Shy, Cool with You, and other songs in Get Up.

3 - And now in Get Up (2nd mini album) we hear that their next album project will sound a lot like Get Up (the song).

ASAP is easily my favourite song on the album. It reminds me a lot of Close Your Eyes. As the outro, here NewJeans doesn't hint at it anymore, they show you that you're Alice, and that you're already well and deep within their beautifully fantastical wonderland. There's just enough horror elements in the MV to keep you alert even though everything about the song is meant to lull you into a dreamlike illusionary state. It feels childlike and nostalgic.

If it were up to me, I'd nominate Get Up for every Album of the Year award. And I have to give kudos to Ador for not just collaborating with PPG by borrowing their trademarked characters and visuals, (which is where most k-pop groups and companies would've stopped at), but by finding a way to incorporate even the PPG theme song into their music. Whoever realized that a nostalgic cartoon has one of the most recognizable beats in the Drum & Bass genre and thought to repurpose it in their music, that person should get a raise.

I'm aware k-pop stans have tabled their usual complaints, tried getting various controversies to stick, from claiming Min Heejin was pushing terrorism to claiming that Hoyeon (the respected South Korean actress most known from Squid Game) was involved in making porn in front of minors... thankfully, the facts won (in more sane corners of k-pop fandom) and none of that bullshit really stuck. Now the only complaint I'm still seeing around is that the songs are too short, but again, it just drives home the fact as I keep saying, k-pop stans really have no idea what they're talking about. It's one thing to wish the songs were longer for your own enjoyment, but one of the characteristics of the D&B and Garage genres is their length, because they are percussion-driven and repetitive, songs in those genres are typically shorter.

Also, aside from a handful of other girl groups, NewJeans is producing some of the most fun, interesting, and engaging choreographies I've seen in a hot minute.

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My favourite still in the entire visual album:

Hoyeon is built like a goddess, my gosh.

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Ador needs to be given their due. They know what they're doing and I hope they continue having the freedom and cash to fully flesh out each of the girls' talents in NewJeans, because all five girls are incredibly talented. I'd love for Jimin to work with them somehow, Yoongi too (both as a collaborator and in a production capacity). I'm looking forward to seeing more from them in every possible way.

[zappedbyzabka]

More mermay AU for you.

Johnny's on the beach for a party and the party is winding down and everyone is going home and he doesn't want to go home because (Sid) and he notices someone still out in the water.

Unbeknownst to him Kreese talks about him much to Terry's great annoyance and Terry decides that it's about time for him to take a bride. He'd been thinking of Kreese but there's no way Kreese would be happy as a kept man, the guy likes to be wild and to teach more little pipsqueaks. So he decides maybe as an act of revenge he'll make Kreese's thrown away star his bride. Has his people do research and then when Johnny's alone in the water he lures Johnny to him. He doesn't drown him, he could and he thought he'd be tempted, but once Johnny's come close enough to be seen in the moonlight he decides no, he's found his bride.

He expected his bride would hate it. All stories of monsters whisking their bride away in the night are considered terrifying and violent things. But as soon as he wraps his arms around Johnny's waist and pulls him close mutual curiosity peaks. He tries a human tactic.

"Be mine?"

He figured he'd go for it no matter the answer. But Johnny nods. Johnny's been cast aside by his sensei, Sid hates him, he's lonely and his self esteem are shot. But to Terry he's beautiful and will be his. The question is do they seal the deal in the water, on the beach, against the rocks or does Terry carry him home to his mansion and lay him down bare on the softest sheets Johnny's ever felt on his skin and introduce him to their bed? And Johnny learns that maybe being the wife of a magical creature leads to sex beyond his imagination and Terry marvels at how he managed to get something so pretty to willingly agree without any of the many tricks he planned and decides he'll spoil Johnny for the rest of their lives.

Kreese comes by once, sees Johnny curled up in a slutty cute outfit that Terry bought him and quite possibly with a toy inside of him to keep him from being bored while Terry's handling a work call and he's so speechless that he has to leave and Terry asks him if it's the shock of seeing Johnny or the regret of realizing he threw away all the best things in his life? and Kreese doesn't know how to answer either.

(It'd be fun to give Terry some magical powers I just don't know which ones. Mermaids don't do medusa stuff but I kinda like the idea of any time someone looks at Johnny wrong at a bar or while they're out shopping Terry turns them into a stone or some kind of toy to use to tease Johnny with until he can give him his full attention and in like traditional monster he never tells Johnny that's where his toys come from and he sees nothing wrong with it because clearly they wanted to touch him so this way they live out their purpose doing what they wanted and all they wanted in like a weird twisted way)

Omg yesss👀

Ahhhh so many choices

Johnny was mystified by the man; he could feel his scales against his shins and felt glad that he wore shorts that day. He was confused—of course he was. He wasn’t expecting to be tricked by a merman when he saw someone frantically waving him over in the water. He saw the big smile on the man’s face the closer he got, it was clear he wasn’t in trouble, but for some reason Johnny kept swimming over. There was just something about that grin that made Johnny want to feel it against his lips and know what was making him so giddy. But his smile faded when Johnny got there, not looking upset but more…mesmerized? No one has ever looked at him like that before, and the man is so winsome —otherworldly.

Johnny was pliant when Silver pulled him closer, he wanted it. He didn’t want to ever deny himself again. "Be mine?"

Johnny gave a quiet yes, and Silver kissed him. It was slow, almost gallant like, the kind you see in those old movies that make the girls pop their leg. It leaves him wondering how old the creature is; he looks quite young. Though it changes into something a lot headier when Johnny parts his lips and lets Silver slip his tongue in. That kiss is much shorter, leaving Johnny wanting more.

"Your eyes glow, my bride. Did you know that?"

He’s so cheesy.

Johnny flushes despite the chilly water around them. "I’m not Superman." He retorts, but it comes out weak. God, he doesn’t even know this guy, but for some reason he likes the danger he exudes.

Silver’s hand ran over him, pulling at his clothes with an amused expression. "You should’ve taken these off before swimming over; salt water fades them."

"Too late."

"So it is. I’ll be buying you an entire wardrobe of quality clothing soon enough. Better take these off now."

Johnny’s heart leapt, and he gripped the man’s shoulder as he pulled off his shorts, a helpless moan leaving him when big hands gripped his ass and pulled him closer. He was going so fast, but the last thing Johnny wanted was for him to slow down.

He had skinny dipped many times before with the cobras; he was as used to being naked in the water as he was to getting yelled at. The cobras would stare at him, and Dutch told him it was because he had a nice ass and a tiny waist. He compared Johnny to a chick with broad shoulders and got slapped before Bobby could stop it.

That was different. He felt something moving against him—a slippery feeling on his abdomen that made him flinch. "What the—"

Silver gripped Johnny’s wrist and led his hand to the source. "It’s not always like this, just in this form."

It was like nothing Johnny had touched before, the thin tip of it curled almost affectionately over one of his fingers. "Can you…control it?"

Kind of.

Silver raises his brows. "Can you control yours, dear?"

Johnny purses his lips, looking to the side. "No."

Silver chuckled. "Oh, ease up. I’m just teasing you." His gaze roams over Johnny’s face hungrily. "I like knowing that I’m the cause of that lovely blush."

He didn’t fuck Johnny in the water, wanting to take him somewhere a little more comfortable for him before doing that, but Johnny was such a needy little thing, pressing himself against Silver and whimpering, gasping at the way Silver’s tendril pressed against his own smaller cock.

"Feel good?"

Johnny nods against Terry’s slick shoulder, mouthing at it. "Yeah. Yes."

Terry smiled, caressing the dip of Johnny’s back and letting him squirm against him. "Just think about how it’d feel in here."

He dipped his hand lower, fingers pressing against Johnny’s tight hole, and Johnny bit Terry’s shoulder, officiating everything without his knowledge.

Silver carried him to shore, and Johnny grabbed his arm after being set down with a worried look on his face, seeming as if he was trying to hold it back.

"Are you… are you leaving now?"

"Yes. But not without you." He stepped closer. "We’re to be married, remember?"

Married? Johnny felt a sense of unfitting relief. He just wants someone or something to make it all better. Did he have expectations? Does he need to be molded for love? He doesn’t care if he gets trapped; he’s been trapped his whole life. He just wants his captor to truly want him forever.

The trip to the mansion felt short; maybe it was Terry's humming.

He was shivering when they got there. Fuck, he left his shoes at the beach. The ones that the cobras drew on. His eyes started stinging.

But he wasn’t left alone for too long, because Terry grabbed his waist and pressed up behind him, and he felt a smile against his temple.

Johnny gave him control so easily and showed him the most delicate parts of himself. It made Silver want to coddle him as much as he wanted to hurt him, bringing out a softer sadist in him when he’s usually harsh because he enjoys the fear and pained face.

He’s beautiful—the kind that you swear glows, the kind that begs you to look and memorize it. Johnny thought something similar about him.

He looked like he was meant to be pressed against those silk sheets, hair splayed like a halo around his hand, panting breaths leaving him.

"What’s your name?"

Husband. Sir. Master? "Terry."

Johnny turned his head. "Terry….Is that what everyone calls you?"

"Only the ones I can stand." He jokes. Only you and John.

He crooked his fingers deep, and Johnny moaned, pink lips parted, tempting Silver so very much. He kneaded Johnny’s ass cheek. He could be a siren; he’s got the looks, and that voice—he wants to hear it sing for him, lure him. It doesn’t feel possible for Terry to want him more.

He held his own legs open while Terry fingered him. Arched and tried to get them deeper, like having them in to the knuckle wasn’t already so filling.

He’ll have to see what else the boy likes—what else makes him arch, drip, and scream.

“How bad do you want it?”

“Bad. Please.”

His dick looked normal, and maybe Johnny would have been disappointed that he didn’t get to see it the other way if Silver had grabbed his hand and wrapped it around his cock, moving Johnny’s smaller one up and down. It was so warm, long, and veiny. Johnny couldn’t think of anything better.

"Oh, you muse of a boy. You like that, huh?"

Johnny nodded slowly, fully enamored, and moved his hand all on his own, Terry’s resting over his. Johnny can’t remember the last time someone held his hand.

As he looked between Terry’s pleasured face and the plentiful cock he was stroking. He confessed, "I wanna taste it."

Silver broke, quitting trying to hold himself back for the sake of leisure and grabbing Johnny’s long legs, throwing them over his shoulders, and pressing inside him without another moment's delay.

Silver wrapped a fluffy towel around him after, carried him to his bathroom, and set him down on the small stool. The tub was huge, with jets on the inside and a shelf next to it with all the scents and soaps he could ask for. He’s always been a primper. He likes to look and smell good, and he likes when people notice.

He watched Terry fill the bath, steamy water making Johnny’s cheeks red as he took in Terry’s broad back and his long, dark hair draped down it. He wanted to untangle it with his fingers or tangle it up more.

"Come here." Terry ordered, not putting any sort of bribery in his voice. And Johnny obeyed without hesitation. Perfect.

The bath was relaxing. Terry let Johnny lay against him while he washed him from head to toe, smiling at the way Johnny squirmed whenever the cloth brushed over a mark he had left. He made Johnny face him when, as he washed his hair, he was so open in his expressions, something captivating that Terry couldn’t wait to keep enjoying.

And he did keep enjoying it. He enjoys Kreese's pathetic look too, the one he got when it seemed to finally kick in that he fucked up. Terry and Johnny will leave the door cracked a smidge for him, but he’ll have to grovel instead of kicking his foot through the it.

It’s a gift to rub his well-taken-care-of bride of John’s dreams in his face in every way but literal.

Yesssss the morbidness of that. Can they feel it when he puts him up there? Or are their body and everything gone? Amazing.

Silver will do it with a smile and zero hesitation. Johnny can be a bit too kind at times—too many times. He’d probably tell Terry to leave them alone or punch them instead. Or maybe he’d get that mischievous look that Terry loves, and maybe he’d tell him who to get for him next.

In Terry’s firm opinion, anyone he or Johnny got pissed with deserved it, full stop.

Johnny finds he really likes when Terry uses his magic on him too, whether that’s singing to keep him like a perfect, pliant doll (all consensual). Or even Terry just coming inside of him; his cum is an aphrodisiac that literally makes Johnny unable to think of anything but getting fucked by Terry over and over again. And it can last hours; last time it happened, Johnny was climbing him like a tree the whole day. Even when his hole was puffy and sore from Terry and he was a tear stained mess, He’d wrap his arms around Terry’s neck and rut against him, whimpering and making little panicked noises when Terry tried to pull him off like a mere kitten, looking up at Terry with big shiny eyes full of betrayal, his lips all bitten up. Terry always gets it up again somehow from Johnny’s desperation.

Johnny doesn’t mind Terry’s dark deeds; the man takes care of him, and vice versa—and just maybe he finds the scheming fun. (He loves that Terry always keeps him in the loop. He loves the twinkle in his eye and excitement, the way he bares his soul to Johnny like he bares his teeth at others.)

Terry never had to force him to stay.

[justanormalfangirlx2]

Dreamwastaken X Reader

hi! this is my first real one-shot and i hope you enjoy!

TW: use of Dream and Sapnap’s real names!!!

Y/N POV

Today. Dream and I’s face reveal was happening. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m terribly excited to see him, it’s just what if he doesn’t like what’s behind my mask? I talked to George and Sapnap about the possibility of me flying out to Florida from Ohio, just so I could surprise him with my face in real life and see the guy that became one of my closest friends and the guy I also secretly liked. They both agreed that it would be a great plan and I booked my ticket and now was currently on my way.

Dream POV

The countdown was less than two hours. I never knew that revealing my face to anyone would be so nerve wracking, to be honest. Y/N was one of the closest people I had, and she always made my day. The way she laughed, the way she gave smiles, even when she facetimed me crying at one in the morning about a guy she was gorgeous. George was currently talking to me, but I must’ve not been paying attention because he kept calling my name loudly. “CLAY!” “CLAYYYY!” “CLAYTONNNN!” I blinked and shook my head. “Yeah?” “How you feeling, big guy?” “Don’t call me that, and nervous.” He laughed and wiggled his eyebrows.“Someone’s got a crushhhh~” I shoved him. “Oh sush, you would too if you knew her like I did.” “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” “Where’d Sapnap go?” I ask, wondering how the house got so quiet. “He’s out getting groceries.” “Oh, alright.”

Y/N POV

I was here. In freaking Florida! I texted Clay/Dream and grinned.

DweamyPoo ☺️ I’m so excited to see you!

Me too! Think I can get a glimpse right now? 🥺

You’ve waited this long now! A few more hours won’t hurt you!

Oh whatever 🙄🙄

😜😜😜

I giggled and looked around for Sapnap. Soon enough, I saw a guy with a sign that said, “DREAM’S GIRLFRIEND Y/N! WELCOME TO WARM WEATHER!”

I rolled my eyes and gave him a hug. “Hey mamacita!” He gasped. “That’s my line!” I laughed and pointed to the sign. “I’m not Clay’s girlfriend.” He winked. “Not yet.” I groaned. “Whatever.” He helped me with my bags and put them in the trunk, and started up the car. I grabbed the aux and put on my playlist of Dream songs. He gave me a side eye and shook his head. “Really?” “Yes. Absolutely.”

DREAM POV

“Clayyyy! Only a few more minutes!” I was pacing. A lot. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. I know. What if she doesn’t like me though? Or decides that I’m too ugly to look at and blocks me? I don’t think I could handle that, she literally means the world to me, George.” George sighs and smiles. “I think you love herrrrr.” I blush. “Shut up!” I hear the car pull up and perk up, hoping to divert the conversation. “Nick’s home! Should we help him with the groceries, George?” He nods and grabs his phone. “Yeah, lemme record something real quick.” I gave him a confused look. “Why?” “Oh nothing, still getting used to everything here, I wanna vlog.” I shrug and smile, “Alright, I guess.” I start making my way to the front door and see another person. “What-“

Y/N POV

I’m here, and I’ve got so many butterflies inside my stomach. I grip Nick’s arm and whisper. “What if I’m not what he expects? What if he decides I’m not pretty enough for him?” Nick puts a hand on my shoulder and reassures me. “Y/N he’s literally in love with you, you’re thinking too much on the “what if’s” and not in the moment of you guys. Trust me, he’ll think you’re pretty, and I haven’t even seen your face yet either.” I grin and get out of the car. “Thanks, Snapmap.” He rolls his eyes. “You ruined our moment!” My eyes flickered to the door and smiled. I was here, he was here, at the same time. He opened the door and I covered my eyes. “OMG! IS THAT YOU, Y/N?”

DREAM POV I blinked and rubbed my eyes. Was y/n seriously here? She waved and smiled. Gosh, that smile could be the death of me, it makes the whole world brighter when she shines it. “CLAY!!” “Y/N!!!” I ran up to her and brought her into a hug. “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE HERE!” She giggled and hugged me back. “Well yeah, I wanted to see Gogy of course.” I mock cried. “I’m kidding. I’m kidding. I wanted to see you.” “Good. Cause I was about to pinch myself to convince myself that you’re here and real.” Y/N pinched me. “Ouch!” “You said to pinch you.” “Not literally!” She rolled her eyes and looked up at me.

Y/N POV

He was really handsome. Like really handsome. His brown and blond hair curled around his face and his jawline. Omg, his jawline! It was sharp! And his eyes, dark emeralds, that would make the rarest gem in the world envious of the color he had in his eyes. He was perfect. “Um, Y/N? Are you alright?” Clay said, laughing. “Sorry, I got caught up in your beauty.” He kettle wheezed and blushed. “Really?” I nodded and glanced at his lips. He looked down at mine and started to lean towards me. I leaned forward and our lips connected. I swear I heard fireworks go off outside. It was magical, something that couldn’t be described with words. We broke apart and stared at each other, grinning. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and kissed me again. “Y/N I love you, so much.” I giggled. “You’re lucky I love you too.”

THE END

[hyunverse]

it's a bit long because theres a lot of world development in the story <:

her name is han angelica jaerin, aka ‘angel’. her faceclaim was aisha from everglow <3

she was the mermaid princess of atlantis that ran away from home, she had three days to return and if not; whenever she touches the sea she will be forced back to return to atlantis. of course she disobeyed her father and never returned.

she became friends with a witch named kim raeah, and at the age of ten she started to live in australia. at the age of fourteen raeah’s family had to relocate to korea, and when angel entered jr high she became best friends with lee felix. last year of jr high, felix moved to korea as well and soon later angel moved on the first year of high school with the help of raeah.

wang shuixian who was a former atlantis guard, left her duty to find angel, and reunited with her in korea after tracking her down ( she was also a childhood friend ). angel also reunites with felix there and meets the rest of stray kids after getting into an accident with hyunjin where he threw water at her. if you throw water at a mermaid her tail would appear, so they had to run away. to avoid that from happening more often raeah made a necklace that prevents her from transforming when water touches angel.

throughout the story she’s getting into fights and arguments with this girl shin aiyu who likes hyunjin, but hyunjin is interested in angel. hyunjin is a bit keen, so he starts to also notice some patterns between angel, shuixian and raeah; his first suspicions were right when he saw raeah used magic and found out that she was a witch. how hyunjin found out that angel was a mermaid was when she was kidnapped by the sea witch and placed her in a huge bowl, her necklace was pulled off and she turned into a mermaid inside it. hyunjin watched how she transformed and saved her, so it ended up being their secret. she got surprised when hyunjin started to manipulate metal because its revealed him and the rest of stray kids were ability users. that was the first hyunjin also saw her cry pearls– and it was known to many that it was a feat mermaids had. she spills her whole life story and they get close.

one day the sea witch approaches aiyu and they create a plan to get rid of angel, so they killed the king of atlantis and fought the stray kids group our something and since no one was ruling atlantis angel was like i’ll do it, takes the trident, returns to atlantis and never comes back the end <3

THIS PLOT IS SO SEXY?? WHAT THE HECK?? aquamarine but make it cooler 💯 also love the names omg. raeah is sucha pretty name. i need to see this fic Pls