traps fairy!reader in a jar... now you're his greatest obsession.
𝓒𝐰. nerdjo · yandere themes · experimentation ( not on reader ) · creepy satoru · oddly fluffy · stockholm syndrome · worship · slight idolisation · satoru's so whipped it's kinda cute
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo loved picking apart magical beings. figuring out how they work. how he could use their supernatural capabilities in alchemy and artifice trades alike. he's got magical body parts stuffed in jars and rowed on his shelves. from unicorn horns to vampire teeth, dragon eyes and goblin hands. but above all, he's been awed by the mythical, elusive fairy. he's got an entire taxidermy wall of butterfly wings in dedication to them.
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo has been obsessed with fairies from a young age. from fairytales to frightening fascination, he's now driven himself mad trying to capture one. he'd honed all of his skills, yet still couldn't get his hands on one… until you came along.
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo knew that he needed to have you the second he saw you. prancing around the flowers in his garden, pretty and as peaceful as you could be. you even gave him a little smile from your hiding spot. he pretended not to see you, even as his chest fluttered. but in his eyes? you were perfect.
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo was surprised that the sweet treat on a mushroom top trick worked.
"well, aren't you the prettiest little thing?" he cooed on that fateful day he trapped your wing under his thumb. while you squirmed in the thick blades of grass.
his sharp grin loomed above you. watching you over the rim of his copper-framed glasses. and within his eyes, you saw something that terrified you.
hearts.
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo perfectly prepared your jar. he cushioned the bottom with soil and moss. a slab of bark laid on side, with a network of flourishing, pink mushrooms growing along its length. a polished pebble for you to perch on, right beside the singular, blooming daisy where you could sleep. he wasn't a monster, after all…
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo watched you with fascination as you tapped on the glass helplessly, your wings batting and your tears shimmery. so fairy dust was real.
"please."
your tiny hands smacked into the glass. peering up at the man as he sat at a table and chair. "please, why won't you let me go? I'll do anything."
he had scooped the jar into his hand, levelling you with those terrifying blues. "now, why would I let something so pretty go?" he crooked his head, snowy hair dangling to the side.
"i've waited for you for many years, sweetheart. don't be selfish."
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo would give you everything you ever needed. food wasn't an issue, every day, he fed you something new. a juicy strawberry. honey and puffballs. mango slices. crackers. one time he even tried to hold you in his palm and feed you a small piece of vanilla cake.
you bit him.
he smiled.
"I suppose even pretty things can be feisty." his grip tightened on you, ever so slightly. a thumb brushing over your wings that fluttered erratically.
"let me go! you monster!" you squeaked.
he tutted, stroking his thumb over your back in a tender path. "sshhh, sweet thing. you'll bruise your little lungs…"
he continued the motion until your wreckless squirming melted. your head limped on his knuckle, your limbs still, and your head droopy.
he chuckled, carefully scooping you back into your jar. "thankfully, I've studied your kind extensively. I know you intimately, sweetheart."
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo sometimes lets you out of the jar, but only when you have manners. he doesn't have to worry about you flying away, because he always so meticulously ties your wings with a silk ribbon.
"remain still for me, okay?" he hushed at you, kissing your head as you thrashed and shouted at him.
he even tied it into a pretty bow, before he set you atop one of his books.
"why do you do this?" you huffed, balling your little fists as you helplessly tried to flutter your wings. "how can you be so twisted to keep me here?"
satoru always spoke to you as if you were a flower. even lowering his head to be at eye level with you. lashes fluttering, almost droopy in the presence of your beauty.
"am I so twisted for being in love with you?"
the way your eyes gaped at him made him smile. he brought his pinkie to gently poke at your head. "what? am I?"
"you're insane…" your murmur sounded frightened. fear looked pretty on you, too.
"maybe," his voice lowered to a whisper. "or maybe I'm just very dedicated to my work."
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo made little tools out of silver to help fix your hair. he'd do the usual routine of scooping you out of the jar, tying your wings and sitting you on his palm, before he set to work on carefully helping you.
"I made these for you." he'd say affectionately.
and when you didn't respond, he blew a bit of air onto your wings until you squirmed and giggled.
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo makes sure to let you have a little soak in one of his favourite teacups with some warm water. no, he doesn't peep at you. he's not a creep. a pretty little lady like yourself needs her privacy, after all.
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo sometimes takes you out to dance you around the windowsill when the moon shines just right. he lets you hold onto his pinkies. twirls and dips you all night long. treating you as delicate as a flower as he watches you with awestruck eyes.
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo brings you bundles of flowers to drink nectar from. he'll nudge your chin up so gently with his index nail and feed you himself. makes sure you don't choke.
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo wraps you up in his glasses cloth when it gets too cold, or sometimes even scoops you into his pocket where you can nap to the sound of his heartbeat.
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo despite being so gentle, would remind you what kind of man he was. not all of the times he plucked you from the jar were for your benefit.
at times, he'd tie your wings a little tighter. laying you out on a leather-bound notebook and analysing you piece by piece.
"fascinating," he mumbled, prodding at your arm with a flat, wooden stick. applying pressure. testing. "your limbs are stronger than they look. is it your magic, I wonder?"
he spoke about wanting to take you apart. bit by bit, to understand you better. when you gave him a horrified look, he chuckled, cocking his head as he tickled your wings.
"what, sweetheart? wouldn't it be intimate?"
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo wouldn't ever hurt you. he didn't think he had it in him. you were too soft, too elegant, too pretty. it broke his heart whenever he'd see you weeping in your jar.
"don't cry… please don't cry," he'd whisper as he laid his head beside the jar. watching you with sullen blue eyes.
you'd cry for him to let you go, and it ached a deep part of him.
"I can't. I'm sorry, sweet thing." his lips brushed the glass, a sincere apology from a man so sadistic. "I need you." came his shaky breath.
"I need you here. with me. I'm just so lonely. please don't hate me."
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo saw you staring at the wall of wings while he worked, once. silent and wide eyed.
he sorely misinterpreted you, tilting his head with a crooked smile. "do you like any of them?"
scooping you out of the jar, he cradled you in his palm. "I could make you a dress… would you like that?"
your look of horror bewildered him, and when tears streamed down your face, he rushed to soothe you. brushing away your tears with a petal plucked from a flower on his desk.
when you told him why you wept— because you thought the wings were your fallen brethren, his face twisted. almost disgusted that you could compare your pristine, perfect wings to those baneful butterflies. still, his shoulder shook with a little laugh. he found it morbidly amusing.
"oh, my sweetheart. of course not," he cooed at you. "those are butterflies. you are the only fairy I've had in my grasp."
pale lips brushed your little head, ever delicate. as he whispered. soft, lovingly.
"that's why you're so special to me."
you didn't look too convinced. your small sniffles broke his heart, so he sighed as he gently nudged you over. till you were slumped over his thumb and forefinger.
"sweetheart, please don't insult yourself so," he lightly scolded. "butterfly wings are so brittle. so dull. but yours…"
his other index slowly, tenderly brushed down your spine. tracing your wings in that same gentle, sick fascination he always had.
"yours are pristine. delicate… perfect."
his shaky breath tickled your wings, and they twitched. his throat ran dry. heart hammering a bit faster at this little, intimate moment.
with a gentle squeeze to you, he leaned down. pressing a slow, velvet kiss to your wings. smiling into them as they fluttered and you pitched a whine.
"see?" satoru breathed, lips brushing over their little twitches. his smile was soft, sick.
"these are all mine. my special little sweetheart."
him walking into the kitchen one morning in only his underwear, cock hard and heavy enough it bounces against his thigh when he walks. he doesnt acknowledge it; he pours himself a cup of coffee and gives you a nod.
"you're staring at me," he says.
neither one of you have acknowledged the tension between you. the way he watches your lips and the way you undo your bikini tops when you sunbathe by the pool.
"I'm just really hungry all of a sudden," you say. "Your son fed me before he left, but he just... didnt fill me up."
the next day, you get your coffee in just your panties and your favorite bra. he's back again, just as hard as he scooches behind you to grab the pot from the percolator. his cock is press against your ass and you can feel how thick he really is.
"did you get your fill this morning?" he asks from over your shoulder.
"no," you press back slightly. "I'm ravenous."
"You think he'd be more like his father. I always make sure my woman are stuffed."
You two get into a habit of hugging when you say good morning. He wraps his arms around you and keeps you tight so you can feel him against your stomach. Sometimes he lifts you on to the counter to "hug you better". like that his cock is pressed right up against your cunt, angled perfectly as if he's about to enter you.
"Best hug we've ever had," he whispers with a roll of the hips.
I’m thinking of making a separate blog with a different aesthetic instead of doing the college work I need to bc I do all fandoms on here but I want to lowkey focus on daddy/mommy types on one blog
I’m changing my stance on Robby. At first, I was initially triggered by his actions towards everyone around him (I won’t forgive his words to Samira), but then I kind of kept watching him and realized that he really is just fucked. Like he just is. Years upon years of this job, of this constant stress, of declaring bad news to patients to losing patients—it’s going to drive anyone insane. You have to have an antisocial personality disorder to be able to function in a place like the Pitt that requires a very hard to manage amount of empathy for oneself and patients, but even then I think anyone would struggle. His empathy is present but at times it’s also suppressed because he can’t function with himself needing care and his patients needing care at the same time. He’s always choosing his patients, because that’s his duty.
He is complex and flawed and I hope an accurate representation of (sadly) what healthcare providers go through to alert audiences of how much of you can be lost in your efforts to not lose a patient. Though there are moments I don’t like his behavior, I try to see it through the lens of his character.
while i don’t believe in audios made by businesses like Quinn should be distributed because of the effort made by the creators/voice actors, nagging americans need to stop going “omg it’s only 8 dollars you guys are so cheap it’s a small business blah blah blah”
have you ever considered not everyone pays in dollars. have you ever considered what is little to you is larger to other currencies. have you ever learned of the concept of exchange rates.
so dumb BOO !!!! people lose out on what is accessible to you. people also want to enjoy erotica. to ensure I always have backup money, I can’t spend American dollars, and my currency isn’t even considered the lowest. it’s only two episodes anyway—not worth a lot of people’s money, even if I and others enjoy Shawn Hatosy moaning into our ears.
jack telling people he has a dead wife so they get uncomfortable and never ask more, lest they find out he actually has a controversially younger girlfriend back at home, soon to be fiancé
jack abbot who teaches you how to kiss. it’s your first time doing it— boys at your high school and then up to college never caught your eye, until jack came along. he’s got you on his bed because he doesn’t need to do this in public, both of you sitting up at the edge, knees touching. he’s thumbing the necklace he gave you, using it to tug you forward.
you breathe into him more than you kiss him when he first starts. your lips don’t move like his do. only until he’s traced the back of your teeth with his tongue do you open up a little more, letting him slip his tongue further inside, and yours into his mouth. jack likes that you don’t kiss well at first, because you don’t stop even when you know you aren’t good. it shows trust.
when you’re done your first little practice session—because there will be more— you’re both hot in the face, saliva smeared across your mouths, courtesy of your drooling. his tongue runs across his lip to collect some, slipping it back into his mouth with a low hum.
he rests the locket back against your neck, already planning the next time. you’re so good for him.
Jack Abbots dick is thick. Like stupid thick. Like ‘laughing in disbelief when you first see it because theres no way he thinks thats going inside you’ kind of thick. I mean its to be expected, every other part of him is so meaty and broad but its still a shock to the system. You cant even suck him off properly :( you try and you can get the tip in your mouth but other than that you just have to kiss and lick and suck at his shaft :((( God forbid he goes commando. Even soft that things a monster.
from an ask i plan to expand on later ᯓ★ jack abbot obsessed with how fat your pussy is 😵💫 on your first ever night together, he takes your panties off and goes catatonic. he derails all the plans he had to take you one step at a time and shoves you down, shoves his face between your thighs. you taste as juicy as you look and he loves your smell, color, loves how much of you there is to suck on and squeeze between his fingers, so much so that he puckers hickey's on your pussy lips and plays with them until you're creaming, til' your clit is swollen. most, he loves how you hug his thick cock when he fucks you from behind. he thrusts so slow in you, he's so mesmerized, so loud. he's just moaning, one long drooling moan, 'mmm, fuuuckk...' and you tell him to shut up, you have roommates who'll hear, roommates he knows. he only spanks you for interrupting his concentration. '...shouldn't have such a fat fuckin' pussy, baby... get comfortable, gonna spend all night filling it full.'
Jack abbot who lives to emotionally undress you. He gets off on the way you get all vulnerable and soft under him, holding on like he might disappear. He sinks to the hilt inside of you, chubby girth pressed up against your soft walls and balls pressed into your wet folds. He holds you there, arms wrapped around you, gently rolling his hips into yours.
And the worst part is he's not even doing it on purpose half the time. He just makes you feel all that more safe even when vulnerable and small beneath him.
You grasp at him, choking a "thank you daddy," through a hitched sob.
Jack hums from above you, slips an arm under yours so that yours rests over his, "mm, for what, baby?"
"Takin' care of me."
Jack gives a soft sigh, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss that seems to slow the world around you. You chase his lips when he pulls back just enough to breathe. He pecks them sweetly, stroking your hair thats matted to your clammy skin. He looks you over, eyes soft, he pulls you into another kiss, whispering against your lips "Wouldn't be your daddy if I didn't."
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