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quimichi · 7 months

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ೃ⁀➷ CALLING THE SUMERU BOY'S YOUR GOOD BOY

Sumeru boy's Creator!Reader

Al-haitham, Kaveh, Cyno, Tighnari & Scaramouche

Al-Haitham - The ones who find the disruptors will win

Al-haitham closes the gap between himself and you, getting as close physically as he can ans drops to his knees. His body quakes slightly as he looks up to meet your eyes. His eyes feel raw. He wants to look away, but he forces himself to meet your gaze. "Your my good boy aren't you?", your voice so gentle, so smooth like the silky web of the Darwin bark spider. A simple question, but Al-Haitham's thoughts come to a halt as he processes your words.

Al-Haitham has heard these words a hundred times before, and yet they always make his heart skip a beat. "Y-yes," he breathes, his gaze unwavering on yours. "Yours." Words fail him. Al-Haitham opens his mouth to say something - anything to appease your desire - and yet no words leave him. Instead he simply closes the gap between you and him, leaning forward so that he is touching you.

He's still on his knees, and as he stares up at you his heart keeps racing. The word *yours* rings in his ears. He wants to say it again, to tell you how he feels about you and about your words. But he cannot.

"Is something troubling you?" your hand comes up to stroke his cheek, gently. He leans into your touch, his whole being quaking at your gesture. When you touch him, he's paralyzed by your affection. He breathes in sharply. "Y- you," Al-Haitham whispers, trying not to let his voice crack. He wants to say more but cannot seem to speak.

He can feel his face redden. Al-Haitham presses himself against you, his entire body practically vibrating with the rush of emotions."I-i am troubling you?" this truly took you by surprise, you always appreciated his honesty but this?

"Y-y-yes." Al-Haitham chokes back his words. His voice falters as he speaks. "You drive me...mad." A small smirk plays at his lips, as though he is ashamed about the thought he's just expressed. Yet there's no going back now, and his face has grown redder.

"B-but im still your good boy." The word leaves him like a prayer. Al-Haitham closes his eyes, his heart hammering in his chest. He does not move. He does not breathe. His entire body is held hostage by you. Your voice is the air he breathes. Your touch is what makes him whole.

He is utterly yours.

Kaveh - The ability to appreciate beauty is an important virtue.

Kaveh smiles shyly, nervously, and approaches you on trembling legs. His steps are slow, but steady— it is only a few paces, but it seems like his body is taking him to heaven itself. When he is finally within touching distance, he waits for instruction; he is your servant after all. In your name he has build multiple builds, designed the palace you are living in. Without him, without his abilities, you wouldn't live in a palace only for you. You just had to praise him for it.

"Yes, your Grace. I am," Kaveh answers instantly. The words fall from his lips like honey, and he is genuinely giddy when he says them. He's bouncing on place like a child. So excited he forgot to be surprised by the sudden affection of his grace.

"Is there something I can do for you, your Grace? Your good boy shall always be by your side, ready to serve." You quickly move your hand for him to come closer. Kaveh obeys without hesitation, but his heart is beating out of hus chest while he still moving closer. His hands are clasped before him and are trembling with nervous energy as he gazes up at you, his expression reverent.

"Your Grace?" he asks cautiously, as if he is awaiting your next command. "Is there something you need?"

Kavehs cheeks immediately flush pink as his breath grows hoarse. He is a little embarrassed to admit it, but his gaze is captivated by your hand. He can no longer hide the fact that your touch mesmerizes him.

"Your Grace, please..." he begs quietly, though he doesn't dare look away. "If you keep stroking my cheek like this i am close to fainting..." You start to softly chuckle at him, well, isn't he a cutie?

Kavehs face flushes brighter, and his heartbeat seems to triple with each passing second. "Your Grace," he asks, his voice thick with infatuation, "can you please call me that again? After all...I'm your good boy aren't I?"

Cyno - Your sins weigh upon your soul

"Cyno, would you mind coming closer?" As if moved by an unknown force, Cyno shifts closer, inching closer to your person. "You would like me nearer?" he asks, the quiet tone of reverence in his voice unchanging.

"A tiny bit closer" you said, and without any hesitation, he does. Cyno obliges with his next breath, the movement of him inching closer in tandem with it.

"As you wish, Your Grace," he says softly to you. "Good boy" you coo at him. Such an obedient boy he is. Every fibre of Cynos being is lit up in the face of your praise. He stares back at you like a lost baby bird gazing up at the heavens.

"Thank you," he says quietly, as if the mere notion of such things were a foreign concept to him. You are the only one whose approval he craves. "Ohhh you're so formal" he never let his guard down while in your presence. Always showing you the upmost respect. The only time it slips, is when a little joke leaves him making you chuckle. That alone makes his heart race and being close to explode...

"I'm sorry," Cyno mumbles, face blushing in mortification at his slip-up. In all his life he has only been taught to show respect. Even now, as everything becomes so much easier with you near, he must maintain a sense of formality and decorum.

"Forgive me," he says, voice quiet and soft as ever, tone dripping with reverence as it comes out. "Oh Cyno, it's ok. You're my good boy after all I could never be upset with you"

The mere words from your lips are enough to send chills down Cynos spine, his face flushing as though his skin had become suddenly too tight for his body.

"And you are my god/dess/deity"

The words come like a whisper of a breeze. His hands flutter before his chest, the way a maiden might wring her hands. His expression is one of complete adoration, his gaze turned up to you as if to a heavenly vista.

I'm their good boy....

Tighnari - The value of knowledge can't simply be quantified in monetary terms.

"Nari, would you mind coming closer to me?" He doesn't wait to respond. With an urgent and desperate speed, Tighnari closes the gap between you and him. He wants to make you happy, and his body responds without a moment of hesitation as his legs bring him closer to you.

He presses close to you, and takes a deep breath in. His warm gaze holds a soft glow of wonder and awe as he takes in your face. His eyes speak to you silently, and say 'I am yours. Do with me what you must. I want nothing but you, Your Grace'. After all the time he has spend with you, informed you about the well-being of the forst, he not only got closer to you than anyone else. He also lost his feeling of shame.

He is much more open with you, less reserved. He only seeks for you attention, touch, your gaze, anything at all.

You look down from your throne to see Tighnari kneeling before you, his eyes downcast. He does not speak, but nods. "Yes." His tone is quiet. He stares at the floor without moving. He's utterly ashamed, this hit him straight in the face without mercy.

With this scene playing in front of you, you can't help but have a little fun. "I didn't quite hear you Tighnari, would you mind repeating yourself?"

His tone is slightly louder as he repeats himself: "Yes." He still stares at the floor. His heart beats furiously. He is still and patient. His body is relaxed on the outside. On the inside, though, he is utterly in turmoil. "Good boy, I am proud of you that you spoke up~"

Tighnari's breathing is deep and steady, as if he is forcing himself to calm his nerves. His stomach is tied in knots, but he tries his best to ignore it. He is yours, and he knows not to speak unless he is spoken to.

He shifts slightly to try and get more comfortable, though he does not look at you as he does so. Despite himself, he blushes. The sudden intimacy of your touch on his ears sends a wave of sensation through him. His face turns an immediate dark red, but he does not move away from your touch.

He closes his eyes, enjoying the feel of your fingers running through his hair. Every touch is pure ecstasy. "'m your good boy..." he breathes.

Scaramouche - Eternity stretches things out over a long time. But each moment within it becomes all the more fragile

"Come closer" Scaramouche's expression is neutral, but there is an undercurrent of concern to his voice as he approaches you.

"Yes, Your Grace. What do you need?" He says it in such a manner that could be interpreted either as a formal servant, or a concerned companion. "Closer" A small frown tenses Scaramouche's brow as he moves closer. Your expression is neutral, and as he kneels before you, his heart is hammering loudly in his chest; and he knows he has done something wrong. Despite this, he obeys your command nonetheless.

"What's wrong? You seem upest?" You're worried you may have sounded to rough. After all he is a sensitive boy. "I thought... I thought you called me because I had done something that displeased you," he says after a moment, and though he tries to swallow down his mounting anxiety, it shows in his voice. "Is there... something... I have done wrong?"

"No!" your heart starts to ache at this, "My good boy could never do anything wrong" Scaramouche's expression softens, and a single, brief smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

His brows furrow again, as he tries to figure out the underlying reason you have called for him. Despite the fact that he is no longer frightened, he can't quite understand your intentions.

"Why... have you called for me, then, Your Grace?" He asks gently, still kneeling before you. "To praise my good boy" and with saying that you gently caress his face.

Scaramouche closes his eyes in your touch. The warmth and softness of your touch is enough to take his breath away. He leans forward, unconsciously seeking more from your caress. But at the same time, he is afraid to lean too far, lest he make you upset.

"Yes, I am your... good little boy."

He tilts his head upward, the need to gaze into your eyes and bask in your love overwhelming whatever modesty that held him back from your touch. He wants nothing more than to be as close to you as physically possible.

"All for me?"

"Yes, Your Grace," he croaks as he inclines his head, his gaze locked onto yours.

"All for you."

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devildomwriter · 6 months

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Last Things They Say to MC

Lucifer

“Mm… What’s wrong? Are you feeling nervous? Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Believe in yourself. And if you ever need a confidence boost, just say the word… I’ll do whatever you want, as many times as it takes. Just like I did now. I know how talented you are. It isn’t easy to earn my respect, but you managed to do it. Remember that.” or “…What’s wrong? Feeling nervous? If only we could stay like this, just like we are right now… …But the ceremony’s starting. Come on, let’s go.” — (80-22)

Mammon

“Yo, MC! Let’s try that again. But this time, land on MY lap!” or “Whoa… ALL RIGHT! Like, yeah…I did! I called for you!” — (80-22)

Leviathan

“What?! A bit too far?! You think I’m taking it A BIT TOO FAR?! The whole world can jump off a cliff! Everyone except me and the great Christopher Peugeot!” or “I’ll try not to, but I can’t make any promises!” or “I knew you’d understand! You’re a true friend, MC! You’re the only one I can share this moment with! The only one who knows what it means!” — (80-16 Hard)

Satan

“That was a really nice gift shop, they had all sorts of cat-themed stuff. We should go there again the next time we get a chance, MC.” — (80-19)

Asmodeus

“Oh MC! I’ve missed you sooo sooo SOOO much!” — (80-22)

Beelzebub

“I’m putting this in the box. It’s from the RAD Sports Festival. This is the slip of paper listing what I was supposed to find during the Bloody Scavenger Hunt. I was so hungry that I accidentally ate the original slip of paper, remember? It was just as you happened to be passing by… So you wrote my instructions down for me again on a new piece of paper. And on top of that, you have me some actual food to snack on.” — (80-19)

Belphegor

“Wait though, what are you doing here? I mean, I’m happy to see you, but…” — (80-22)

Solomon

“…Good, yes. Try to concentrate your magic energy in your forehead and fingertips… Nicely done! That was great! It’s been several weeks now since we left the Devildom, but your magic is still as strong as ever. All right, why don’t we go ahead and wrap up your training here for today? You’re about to head off right now, aren’t you? Tell everyone I said hi. Well, see you later, MC!” — (80-22)

Thirteen

“…Hmph, that’s no fun at all. Without you and that sham of a magician around to keep me on my toes, it’ll be so dull here.” — (80-17)

Simeon

“Anyway, I feel like maybe I’ve made a bit of progress on my personal journey now?” — (80-16 Hard)

Luke

“Right! Thanks, MC!” or “The truth is, I’d like to snap my fingers and become a truly great angel right now. But they say ‘slow and steady wins the race,’ after all! I’ll do my best! …But I’ll try not to be too impatient about it!” — (80-14)

Raphael

“…Have you forgotten that I’m standing right here? If you’re about to have a “moment”…don’t.” — (80-19)

Michael

“Goodbye. Until we meet again, MC…” — (44-18)

Little D. No. 2

“Here you are. Your assignment!” — (65-17)

Mephistopheles

“Anyway, changing the subject…MC, you’re here on a short-term exchange, aren’t you? Just like the second time you came here. It’s the same with Solomon. Your terms should be ending soon, right?” — (80-17)

Barbatos

“It’s a good thing Levi and Beel were there to break your fall, MC…” — (80-22)

Diavolo

“Now then, MC, is there anything you would like to say?” — (80-22)

#obey me lucifer #obey me thanks #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me solomon #obey me thirteen #obey me little d no 2 #obey me mephistopheles #obey me Simeon #obey me luke #obey me raphael #obey me Michael #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos

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iridescentprose · 10 months

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Try again - Luca x reader insert [The Bear]

summary; in which you catch the chef smiling at you.

author's note; short but sweet fic about Luca. Just fluff. Please enjoy!

"Worse. Try again."

"Yes, chef."

It was 5:36am.

The numbers of the digital clock above you weren't moving any faster. You had been here for less than an hour and already you were being critiqued on how to properly layer strawberries on top of a crème brûlée custard.

Whatever plans you had of pleasing the chef next to you were slowly diminishing. Your hands shook with self doubt as you pricked at the red fruit, angling it so the mandala spirals could continue. You stepped back, overall pleased with what you had done.

"Better."

It was all you were going to get for now, you knew. But you took his response with pride. After all, you had made significant progress in the past week. Your shoulders relaxed, though your victory was short-lived.

"But."

You lifted a brow. "But?"

He shifted closer to you, his tattooed arm brushing up against yours, making butterflies flutter in your stomach. Your eyes remained downward, concentrated on the different doodles that littered his skin. You wondered what each stroke of ink meant and if they were drawn with intent or if they happened to be the result of a reckless decision.

Or decisions.

"You lack confidence," he said. Even though his eyes were focused on the custard, you could tell he was doing this on purpose—teasing you. The furrowed brow, the slightly scrunched up nose, and the craned neck. What gave away his concentrated act was the corner of his lips, tugged in a meaningful, if not, arrogant fashion.

Despite the heat spreading across your cheeks, you didn't take his criticism to heart. It was true. After all, Carmy set this all up for a reason. You needed the extra practice to hone in on your skill before the upcoming opening. But opening day was weeks away and you already felt too far behind to make a good impression.

"I'm exhausted," You said without thinking. It wasn't the best excuse for your lack of confidence or skill, but it was all you could muster in response. You dropped the miniature metal tongs and braced your hands on the edge of the silver cooking island.

You could hear him chuckle but you didn't bother lifting your gaze to defend yourself. A week of private training wasn't enough to increase your knowledge as quickly as you had hoped. You wanted to be good—better than good. You wanted to be the best version of yourself and you wanted others to experience that through your desserts.

"Good," he said, as you kept your gaze downwards, fixed on his shoes that were inching closer to yours. "For a second I was worried you weren't." He smirked. "Here, try again."

You lifted your head and straightened your posture as he reached across the table for the metal tongs. He handed them to you and you took them into your hand automatically, prying a strawberry that happened to be cut in half, from a small bowl.

Slowly you guided it towards the custard, though it didn't make it's final destination without a little help. In a ghostly fashion, Luca's hand loomed over yours. His rough palm settled over your knuckles — which happened to be stained with flour and vanilla extract.

He did most of the heavy lifting, using a method of confident concentration that you had been trying to master all week. Your hand shook as the strawberry reached its destination, overlaying the endless spiral masterfully.

"Slow and steady wins the race," he mumbled, his breath fanning your cheek. He gently squeezed your fingers prompting the metal tongs let go of the red fruit. "Consistency is key."

The pads of his fingertips brushed over your knuckles as he let go of your shaking hand. Smudges of strawberry paste lingered on your skin as he pulled away.

"Understand?"

You lifted your head, your eyes meeting his. He looked relaxed, if not intrigued by your bravery. A glimmer of a smile came to his lips, though it vanished before you could capture it in your mind. You shook your head free from whatever trance you were under.

"Yes, chef."

With a nod, he swiftly reached for the towel that hung off his shoulder and tossed it to you. You took it, swiping the remnants of sweet ingredients he left on your fingers from his demonstration.

You turned to look over your shoulder, finding him leaning against the metal cabinent, arms crossed and muscles tight.

He met your gaze quickly, almost as if he had been caught watching you. His slight smile diminished, and you couldn't help but shake your head in amusement.

"Again, chef?" You asked.

Testing his reflexes, you tossed the towel and he flinched, but caught it with ease as it hit his chest. A shade of red - the same pigment that stained the towel you had used to wipe your hands - was visible in his cheeks. His lips flickered upwards as he fought the playful smirk flirting with his mouth.

"Yes, chef," he mumbled, tossing the towel over his shoulder and taking his spot next to you. Naturally, his arm brushed up against yours again as he began cutting up more strawberries. "Again."

#luca x reader #luca x you #luca the bear #luca the bear x you #the bear x reader insert #the bear x reader #the bear #the bear hulu #the bear fx #will poulter #will poulter luca #luca x y/n #luca reader insert

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luviemax · 4 months

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the blue- oneshot

a/n: IT'S ABOUT DRIVE IT'S ABOUT POWER WE STAY HUNGRY WE DEVOUR!!!!!!!!!!! song inspo here :3

-> max verstappen x female!reader, no physical descriptions of reader

warnings: idk,,,,, none?

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word count: 824 words

You first meet him from a distance.

The first time you see Max Verstappen, you see him on the big screen- well, indirectly, you do, considering the fact that he was in his helmet, but indeniably, it's his charisma which entrances you.

It's his dry humour, his witty remarks, and his determination which besotted you.

By the time you know it, you're tuning in for every race. You're anticipating every win. You're cheering him on every race.

You watch interviews. You sympathise with him. You don't really like his dad.

The next time you meet him, it's face to face.

Perhaps, it's by pure coincidence, or maybe it's fate, but you meet him in a club, ironically, out of all the places.

Originally, you weren't even supposed to be going. Quite unwillingly, your friends dragged you to the new club downtown, and Max just so happened to be.... there.

He practically spins into your life with no clear trajectory.

You'd only expected to admire him from afar, but here he was, placing a drink in your hand. The two of you are sat in the VIP section, which he graciously invited you to, so that the two of you could properly talk.

Before attempting to pursue anything with him, you make it clear that you know that he's the Max Verstappen. Instantaneously, he likes that about you. Personality wise, you're a little bit like him, no bullshit, mostly sarcastic. Otherwise, you're everything he could dream of. You're gentle. You're gracious. You only speak with compassion in your heart, and you only ever treat people with kindness.

From the get-go, the two of you get along. You can read his humour, and he can make you laugh.

Gradually, the two of you start hanging out, away from the club.

He brings you to see all his favourite places. He humours you too, and lets you drag him to all of your favourite places.

It is only he who could tolerate your ceaseless ranting, and not be annoyed. It's vice-versa too; you're the only person who could truly understand what he was trying to say, and what he truly meant. Naturally, Max tended to be a little bit hot-headed from his harsh upbringing, but you were able to calm him down and make him see reason.

At one point, he even brings you to the Red Bull Headquarters, where you spent half the time with your mouth wide open, gaping at all of the wonders of the team.

Max's admiration for you is slow and festering, but steadily growing and blossoming into something more.

He realises that it's only you that he wants to talk to after a race, whether it be good or bad. He wants to explain the technicalities to you, but hey, he supposes that Charles is an adequate victim in your stead in the meantime.

You know that it's turning into something more serious when he brings you home to meet his mom.

Sophie is all smiles and chit chat. Although rational, Max's mother was a wonderful woman. His sister Victoria is too, and you get the opportunity to meet her adorable sons, and she even mentions that she has a daughter on the way.

His dad however, is more intimidating. He's calculating and cold, ruthless in his barrage of questions directed to you. What do you do? Where do you work? How old are you? Are you just messing around with my son or are you serious about this? To the best your capabilities, you oblige him and answer his questions.

Max takes things slow and steady with you.

He's in no rush to pursue you; in life he's forced to take life fast, and make things quick, so for once, he wants to take things slower, and enjoy it while he lasts.

It takes a while for him to finally bring you onto the paddock, though.

You're something that he'd like to keep to himself. Not in a weird way, but Max knew that bringing you onto the paddock would mean cameras and articles, everywhere. He knew he could defend you from them though, which is why he brought you to the race in the first place.

Thankfully, your relationship isn't that poorly received by the public at all. Quite quickly, you become the paddock's new sweetheart.

Private mornings with him will always be the best, though.

You feel nothing but safe when you're in his arms, under the sheets. Well, in public, he claims that he doesn't like cuddles, but, it's a whole different story when he's with you.

Every morning, it's something like a sacred routine for him to hold you before he goes to do whatever he needs to do.

He's most elated when he brings you to his Monaco apartment, and discovers that Jimmy and Sassy absolutely adore you.

And hey, he gets where Jimmy and Sassy are coming from. He's completely infatuated with you too.

#max verstappen #max verstappen x reader #mv1 #mv33 #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen smut #max verstappen x you #f1 x reader

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omnomnomdomcaps · 11 months

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The Hare - Remastered

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“So, why do you think you’re ready to be a big girl again?” I asked.

Most of the program’s subjects blushed at that question, and paused for some time before trying to muster up a response. But Bunnie? She didn’t hesitate for a second, turning and lifting her skirt before I had even finished talking.

“See this?” she began to ramble, “This is my paw patrol pull ups! I got ‘em ‘cause Nanny said I was ready to start using the potty, even though all the other girls are still in diapies. She said she was super duper proud of me, ‘cause I only got degressed a month ago and I’m already in training pants!

“See, they’re super cute and have puppies and they’re pink and pink is my favorite color, and- and they’re called training pants ‘cause they’re basically like big girl panties ‘cept they can keep me dry even if I have a accident but I almost never have accidents ‘cause I’m really really good at knowing when I hafta go potty. Like, you know how many accidents I had today?”

I would have guessed, but she was back at it before I could get a word in.

“One!” she boasted, proudly holding up a finger, “and that time I woulda made it if I’d just told Nanny sooner but she wasn’t around so I had to hold it but that’s like really hard so I couldn’t make it. But, like, only one accident the whole day!

“And, like, Della, who’s been here as long as me, she prolly had like-” Bunnie struggled for a moment to count to herself, though she abandoned the exercise quickly, “a gajillion accidents today. I even had to tell Nanny on her ‘cause her diapie was messy and she couldn’t even tell ‘cause she’s such a dumb little diaper baby!” she grinned, ignoring an audible “Hey!” from the other room.

“I know Nanny says I’m not ‘sposed to brag, but I’m pretty sure I’m like a super genius, and I’m prolly gonna be going to school and learning to read and stuff while all the other girls here are still dumb drooly diaper babies, so I’m definitely ready to be a big girl again ‘cause I’m basically a big girl already!”

With that, Bunnie let down her skirt, placed her hands on her hips, and gave a self-satisfied “Hmph!” as she turned up her nose.

It’s such a shame, really. The way she worked through the regression did indeed show a rare talent. Sadly, Nanny Jan and I both agreed that her manners and emotional maturity simply weren’t acceptable, and that, not only would it be wrong for us to let her graduate from the program, but it would be best for her to start all over once again.

Since then, all the other girls in her class completed their course at the nursery, graduating back to being fully functioning, improved adults, even if they do still have a few lingering accidents from time to time. It was quite remarkable to see them work together to get back through their potty training, supporting and encouraging each other the way their old classmate had failed to.

And Bunnie? Well, she’s been progressing much slower this time around. She’s struggling to walk upright, yet to properly utter a word, and unable to tell when she needs her diaper changed. It’s a tad disappointing, but you know what they say - slow and steady wins the race.

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joelswritingmistress · 5 months

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You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 1

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Eventually Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

Abnormal Psychology. It was among the final requirements to successfully complete the Master's Degree I had been working on for nearly two-and-half years.

Slow and steady wins the race. It was a common mantra that I continually used to motivate and justify the turtle-like pace of my educational progress. Working full time and refusing to take online courses were the two main factors contributing to the prolonged nature of my tenure at Woodbridge University. I had nothing against online learning. It just simply wasn't for me. Call me a geek but I genuinely enjoyed the classic classroom setting.

It was mid January. The younger generation of college students were loathing their frigid trek to whatever night classes they had been forced into signing up for the semester before. It was an assumption; though I had been there, done that. I knew what they were feeling on that first night of spring semester classes. As an adult, my feelings had transformed. I was eager.

The seventy-thirty class began right on time and I could still taste the dinner on my breath that I had hurried to inhale in the car on my ride in. The thought exited my mind as quickly as it had entered when the professor walked in, promptly shutting the oversized mahogany door behind him and locking it.

The click echoed off the walls of the stadium-style auditorium and everyone appeared to freeze where they sat. No professor in all of my graduate or undergraduate studies had ever locked the door.

What if there's a fire? That was my first, anxious thought. Again, it swiftly floated away when the finely-dressed stranger before us began to speak. His voice was deep; a bit scratchy. It felt like his vocal chords were made to narrate one of those Planet Earth shows.

"I'm sure you all know by now my name is Dr. Miller. If you didn't know at least that much by now.." He paused as he sat down on the edge of an oversized, wooden desk centered perfectly at the head of the room and removed a pair of glasses. ".. I'd have to wonder how the fuck you made it this far in your education."

My eyebrows lifted at his casual use of profanity in the first introductory sentence. I looked to my left and right, as most of the others in the class did, and amongst the silence there were a few stray chuckles that tested out the room's acoustics.

When I looked back, Dr. Miller was smirking. "Well that woke you up, didn't it?" He rose to his feet again and put his hands out to the sides. "Look.. I know you're all working. Maybe some of you have families. Maybe not. It's seven-thirty at night and you'd probably rather be getting ready to watch The Bachelor with a glass of wine."

There was more collective laughter now and his eyes scanned the room, both amused and almost as if they were searching to see who was smiling and who was still cautious. There was a genuine, curious nature to the way his eyes danced over the crowd.

"This class will be worth your while," he went on. "You're here for a reason and I intend to pump those big brains of yours with all the information I can." Dr. Miller smiled wider now, highlighting a pair of boyish dimples beneath a trim, salt and pepper beard, "Welcome to Abnormal Psychology."

He sure knew how to captivate an audience. The delivery of the first bout of information had me laughing, pondering answers to questions I never would have thought of and desperately scribbling notes down in my yellow, ninety-eight cent notebook as the class progressed.

I was so interested and so intrigued that I hadn't realized that class was on the verge of concluding until Dr. Miller uttered his words of departure. "I'll see you next class."

And just like that, the first Abnormal Psychology class had ended. I sat there for several seconds before rising to my feet, slinging my backpack over one shoulder and then gave a generous stretch toward the ceiling before beginning my slow climb down the wide, oversized steps.

Half of the class had piled out by the time I reached the ground level. I passed by Dr. Miller and, for some reason, didn't have the confidence to look in his direction.

"So, what'd you think? Hooked yet?" His voice cut through the air and more or less grabbed me and spun me around in his direction. I didn't even know if he was speaking to me until our eyes locked.

"Me?" I glanced over my shoulder - another habit that highlighted my inner insecurities. When I saw his smirk, an expression that I knew held all kinds of unspoken wit behind it, I decided to respond. "Yeah."

Say something else. I couldn't think. I never did well with being put on the spot. Still, I was eager to maintain a conversation.

"I'm really interested in Abnormal Psych. I've been looking forward to this class since I started my Master's."

"The delivery.." he went on, "What did you think? Too much?"

"Just right," I responded too coolly. I almost impressed myself. A red blush filtered into my cheeks and the nervous laugh I let out killed any type of confidence I appeared to have going for me.

Dr. Miller smiled and right then I decided that I thought he was handsome. Crimson filled my cheeks a little deeper and I glanced up toward the few stragglers who were still getting their things together halfway up into the seating area. It was my only means of a quick distraction before I turned back to face my new, slightly unorthodox professor.

He hadn't looked away, and I swallowed hard. "Thanks.." It was all I could manage and I gave a fleeting wave before heading out into the hallway.

It was as if I was reentering the world after being put in a trance for two hours.

On the drive home I wondered if anyone else had felt the same effects that I had. Were the other students in my class still thinking about the class like I was? Did they find Dr. Miller to be the perfect combination of intelligent and.. cool? Was cool even the right word?

Smooth, I corrected the description in my mind and then immediately shook my head. What was I even thinking about? I had known the man for two hours.. two.. and here I was passing judgment as if he we had been in each other's company for an appropriate amount of time to match my opinion.

In my final conscious, cognitive thoughts of the night I, again, reflected back on the fascinating opener of Abnormal Psychology and the riveting professor that taught it. No class I had ever taken was ever interesting enough to consume my final thoughts of the day.

Even less, they never made it into my nightly dreamscapes or nightmares. That night, the images that danced their way into the multiple cortexes of my brain where dreams were concocted were a troubling combination of both.

I heard Dr. Miller's indistinguishable voice narrating the ordeal as I was lost in a forest. A sea of fog swallowed me whole though somehow I knew I was visible to something that was out there. It was haunting. I could not pinpoint what my professor’s role actually entailed. Was he trying to guide me? Hurt me? Lead me away from whatever dangers lurked?

It felt all-too-real when his hands clamped down on my shoulders, finally revealing his presence. I couldn't see his face, though I knew the pair of hands belonged to Dr. Miller.

My overemphasized gasp bridged the realms of dream and reality, and I sat up in bed, a cold sweat coating my body as my mind struggled to recognize my immediate surroundings.

“What the fuck..” I whispered to myself, eyeing the red numbers on the digital clock on my nightstand.

3:37. I sighed and laid back down eying the ceiling fan that swirled in circles around me. Yes, I was one of those people who still needed a fan to sleep in the middle of winter.

I closed my eyes again and it was like coming down off a high. Adrenaline made the thud of my pulse pound in my ears, as if actual quarter-sized drums had been implanted there. In that early morning hour my heart palpitated. Half of it was what I could only interpret as misplaced desire. The other half was outright fear. I never fell back asleep.

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xiamentshoneypot · 2 months

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𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

Inspired by this and based on this without the nun part

There isn’t anything in the world Simon would deny you, even if it shook the ground he walks on for you

Mentions of death, domestic violence and abuse, trauma, cursing and a slightly pushy reader

Nothing was making sense to you if Simon loved you the way he said he did, the way he showed he did, the why wouldn’t he answer any questions.

It wasn’t like you were asking for his social security number or his bank account info, you simply wanted to know more about him he knew everything about you to a tee it bothered you that when you’d ask anything personal you’re head would be patted.

You had been dating for six months for Christ sake you didn’t need to know everything but you needed something, some sort of explanation for the long period of time he’s just so causally said he had to leave for. Who just says “m’ going to be away for five months, it’s f’work” which was fine but you didn’t know what he did for work.

It made no sense and you were tried of being scared to pry you deserved some answers

“Where are you going Simon?” His head peaked up immediately untucking itself away from the corner of the back of your neck.

Simon

“I don’t know” you can feel his heart beat a little faster for a moment before it slows again like it was before, his nervous hands trailing down your smooth arms. Raising a quiet eyebrow he didn’t know

lies

Strike one, moving on “when do you leave?” A quick “soon” he had to steady his heart again you could feel it, the anxiety in your stomach was tiring. “Soon when?” He didn’t answer the question and he wouldn’t. “Next few days” strike two

“Who are you going with?” It should absolutely be a simple question if this whole work trip thing is true this shouldn’t be a troubling question. “M’boss and colleagues” fair enough no strike.

“Why are you going on a trip” he did not know that a simple question, a few simple questions would lead to such heartache he felt the anxiety having a war in his stomach fear vs love a battle he’d only been tore up as a little boy hearing the beatings his mother went though always shaking in fear as the anger that wanted to fight back bubbled but fear always won the cruel war.

In a simple second you popped out of bed thrusting yourself away from Simon’s arms and into the cool airs “bullshit I’m sick of this” grabbing your robe flinging yourself down the stairs heavy footsteps a moment later racing with you.

You were leaving

Fear was once again winning but Simon couldn’t let this happen he refused to lose this wonderful accident that he washed his hands of ghost, and all the blood he had shed. He was sweating letting the war play out raised in a tree from afar he doesn’t know what to say him following was only a jerk reaction.

You can’t leave

“Do you even love me? I know we started out a just flings and if sex was all this was going to be you should’ve just said that Simon!” You were fine with just sex before but you were in way to deep to go back. Call it irrational but you were going to get answers one way or another.

“Of course I love you! Haven’t it shown it?” The tides of the war is shifting

“Do you know how embarrassing it is to talk about you to everyone who will listen and being asked a simple question and realize that I don’t know shit? Nothing about you or what you do.” Make it make sense you were begging.

Nothing

Love was on its last leg its best are slain everyone packed, scorched and bloody. It seems like there isn’t any hope left for anything shred of the surrounding to prevail.

He didn’t want to say anything fine it was done, walking away would hurt like a bitch but lying to yourself would too. Stepping out of the doorframe car keys in hand and when a gust of wind blew you back into the foyer the door clicking with a lock after the gush settled.

“I’m in the military, sas to be specific I’m also a lieutenant I enlisted when I was seventeen” he was begging you back. Dropping to his knees tears drizzling down his blonde eyelashes down his scarred beaten face. Peach his cheeks were

“Anything you want to know anything, just tell me what you want to know and I’ll tell you anything you want me to be I’ll be that for you but please don’t leave.” He had never in his life done this before.

This first meant everything to both of you, it was laughable how stunned you were after making such a show.

The tide was turning love is breaking formation a burst of adrenaline,the gloating opposite was basking in before being taking by surprise form behind.

“My mum, brother and nephew died, so I have I family besides my team the 141 I kill people bad people we do, ghost does it as me there Price, Johnny, and Kyle were leaving in three days for Guadalajara, México I can’t tell you anything more but when I can I will I’ll be gone for five months at the lost three at the least.” Everything came spilling out.

“I just wanted you to let me in si, I’m sorry but this can’t work without you giving me something thank you I love you.” The hug is embracing and warm the settling of the conversation would take a little while but for now

For the first time ever love has won the war

#141 x reader #simon riley x reader #cod x black reader #cod modern warfare #cod mw3 #ghost cod #ghost x honey #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x black reader #ghost smut #ghost angst #simon riley angst

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gemini-sensei · 6 months

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More Cobra!Bully!Hawk x Sweet!LaRusso!Reader

Part Two of this Post ● this is a draft and there was going to be more of it, so if you want to see more of this, lmk.

Once Reader fixes her makeup and gives Hawk one last, long kiss, she hurries back put to sit with her family. She walks out as if she hasn't just been fucked to Hell and back by her bully boyfriend, keeping her legs steady even though her hips are sore from being split in half on the bench. She takes her seat and smiles at her m and brother like nothing happened.

"Where were you?" her mom asks, looking at her weirdly. She tries to hide it, act like it isn't a big deal, but she's missed a bit of the tournament and they're there to support Daniel and Sam. "You were gone a while."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Reader says softly. She gives a little shrug. "I ran into some friends and we started talking. I guess I lost track of time."

She looks down, apologetic but not too sorry. She never regrets sneaking off to see her boyfriend.

When she lifts her head again and sees him across the room, standing with his dojo, she feels heat rush through her body. It takes her back to the moment not so long ago when their eyes met and he smirked at her, only to nod toward the locker room so they could get away.

She smiles at him now, but it's quick and fleeting. They can't do couple-y things out in public, especially around her family, but it's thrilling. They secretly love it.

As the next match starts, Hawk takes his place up on the mat. He's focused, ready. There's nothing standing in his way from winning other than his opponent, which just so happens to be a Miyagi-Do student. He looks mean, looks tough, all of which makes Reader's heart race faster.

While watching the fight, her body feels electrified. She can't help the way Hawk makes her feel, her used and sore pussy growing wet all over again just from watching him fight. Then she realizes part of that wetness is due to his load finally leaking out of her, so she crosses her legs in an attempt to keep it where it belongs. Her cheeks warm up and she takes a slow, deep breath in. No one knows but her and its okay.

However, as Hawk wins the fight and cheers for himself, he sees her and smirks again. The ref lifts his hand and declares him the winner while he stares her down and she clenched her thighs together tighter, which makes him grin wider, and she knows he knows too.

All she can think to herself is, I'm going to get it later for letting this happen. However, it's not a berating thought. It's rather exciting...

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reiluvr · 1 month

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🏁 jump start

you just wanted to wallow in peace. a bit hard to do that when two random men ask you to be a "grid girl"?

racer au!! been craving this. pretty much just setting up. this is definetely going to be split up into parts. also i haven't decided whos gonna be the main guy in this so lmk who you like!

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If someone had told you a few months ago that you'd be standing in the middle of a huge abandoned racing track in the peak of winter while wearing practically nothing, then you would've probably combusted from laughter. You had never been the type to step out of your comfort zone, living by the motto "slow and steady wins the race". You focused on yourself and your grades all throughout high school, the only happiness being when you got accepted into your dream university. It was nothing like the movies though, you didn't immediately fall into the hands of the popular group and have the best university experience. Actually, university ended up being just a more complicated version of high school, you kept your head down and your grades up. It was in the dead of the night, where you were sure no one could possibly glimpse at this side of you, that you’d curl under your covers and pray desperately to any god that would listen, that you wouldn’t feel so alone anymore.

You had, unfortunately, adopted the “I don’t need friends” attitude, but that’s only because you had none. You could scream it off of the edge of a cliff to convince yourself that it was true, but at a certain point, everyone craves attention. For the first time in your life, your grades dropped. You had always been a top student, the slightest drop felt like the end of the world. That’s what lead to the start of your current predicament. You went out one night, pretty late considering you liked to be tucked and asleep by 10. You scoff bitterly to yourself, a bit amused at the irony of going through your teenager phase when you were almost 20. This was what ended up being the fuel for you to impulsively buy a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, walking cluelessly through the streets as you cough at each puff. In hindsight, it might’ve been a bit of an overreaction, especially considering that the ‘horrible’ grades you’ve been receiving recently would be some other student’s dream grades. Yet, it was hard not to be depressed when your entire self-worth was based off of these numbers.

It was nearing around 2 AM and you were…actually, god knows where you were. It seemed as though, in your self-deprecating thoughts, you had walked yourself to the point of being lost. You only snapped out of it because you could hear two very loud men. You hesitantly round the corner, coming face to face with two boys, who couldn’t have been much older than you. They both seemed to be locked in a very heated argument. At a closer look, it was clear they were twins, albeit they couldn’t look more different. The only thing they had in common was their bright pink hair. One of the twins seemed to be trying to calm the other down. You observe him carefully, noting down the washed-up yellow colour of his hoodie and the chipped blue nail polish. You turn to watch the taller twin now, eyes widening slightly as you take in the spiky hair and what looked like tattoos under his eyes? You wince as his words only increase in volume, turning to get away when the smaller twin makes eye contact with you. It feels as though your heart stopped when that prompts the taller twin to look at you as well, his eyes seemingly glowing red.

If you weren’t fearing for your life, you’d be embarrassed at the pathetic squeak that escapes your lips when he starts making his way towards you. You stumble back, each of his steps seemingly equal to ten of your own. You only manage to take a few steps back, eyes blown wide in panic before he’s towering over you, one hand roughly grasping your waist to stop you from stupidly falling over from your desperate scrambling. His grip is nothing soft, fingers almost digging into your hip as he stares down at you. He seems to be analysing you, his- were his eyes red?! You barely even get to process how weird that is before he tugs on your waist, making you stand up straighter as he looks you up and down. You finally manage to find your voice, your mouth opening to tell him to let you go…or maybe beg him. He beats you to it, a sharp grin gracing his face, making his already terrifying features seem even more predatory.

“You wanna make some cash, girl?”

Fuck no. You should have brought something with you, a taser, pepper spray, maybe a knife, anything. The other twin immediately picks up on how your face pales and he jumps in, gently pulling his brother back and shaking his head frantically.

“That is not what he meant! Ryo, you fucking idiot!”

It feels as though you can suddenly breathe again when his hands are off of you, your eyes trained on the taller one, ready to run for it in case he makes any sudden moves. They both let you calm down, the taller one, or Ryo, scoffing at your form. IT’s when you look at least a little more calm that the younger one approaches once again, hands up as if he were approaching a stray cat.

“I'm Yuji, you can call me whatever, and this is my stupid older brother. Sorry about him, he doesn’t speak to girls much.”

Ryo doesn’t hesitate to land a harsh hit against the back of Yuji’s neck, Yuji stumbling forward as he cackles. The display lets you settle down a bit more, an awkward smile on your face as the other one mumbles.

“Call me Sukuna.”

Okay. Not Ryo then.

“Anyways, what he meant was that…Um, okay. This might sound like were trying to kidnap you or something so please just trust us, ah, but even that is a big ask considering you don’t kno-.”

Sukuna grumbles, tugging on Yuji’s collar and pulling him back.

“You talk too much. We have a race starting soon. We’re missing a grid girl. You in, or nah?”

Never in your life would you have agreed. Especially not without asking at least a few questions. A little bad luck on your grades should not have dumbed you down…but apparently it did. You sigh, nodding hesitantly. Yuji practically lights up, immediately calling someone on his phone as Sukuna grins.

“Don’t go home, warm your tires!.....Hmm? Hell yeah we got a girl!”

He seems to listen to whatever the person on the other end is saying. He hesitates, looking you over once before mumbling something into the phone. Sukuna groans once again, snatching the phone out of his hands and mumbling a quick what. He also looks you over, the same way Yuji did before he grins.

“ She could use some work, honestly. Let Shoko know.”

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #yuji itadori #jjk yuji #racer au

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creative-crybaby · 11 months

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Slow and Steady (Wins the Race)

PAIRING: Usagiyama Rumi (Miruko) x fem!reader

GENRE: wee bit of comfort | smut (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: sensual massage, light tail play (?), oral (f receiving), fingering, light nipple play, cum eating, mention of a sex toy, scissoring

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

SUMMARY: What was supposed to be a massage to help your girlfriend relax soon became an opportunity for you to push her buttons.

The best part about patrols is when Usagiyama returns home from them.

That’s what you like to tell yourself, anyway. You’d hold your lover tightly to stop her from getting out of bed, but you know the importance of her job. She has people to save, including you, regardless if you’re the one in immediate danger or not. Still, when the Pro Hero returns to your shared apartment, whether battered and bruised or without a scratch, it’s your opportunity to take care of her.

You left little to no room for arguing when you offered your girlfriend a massage, not that she had any rebuttals.

Stripping to her underwear, she lays on her stomach on the bed, making herself comfortable as you straddle her lower back and get to work. You give her your undivided attention, following her instructions to find the knots that need untying in her muscles. Getting your lover to let her guard down never fails to put a smile on your face, though that satisfaction is short-lived as every groan she releases strengthens the coil in your belly.

Your careful touches soon grow sensual as you stop putting pressure on the spots she needs attention to and start roaming her soft skin. Of course, Usagiyama notices, especially as your hands slide lower while you shift to straddle her strong thighs.

You bite your lower lip to stop the evergrowing grin on your face, but fail as your gaze wanders to your girlfriend’s firm ass, a lacy lilac thong doing little to cover the area. Your hands twitch at the temptation, slowly yet surely sliding their pinkies beneath the flimsy underwear’s waistband.

The Pro Hero huffs. “Quit playing around.”

“I’m just taking my time,” you chastise teasingly. “Ever heard of it? You’re spending too much time with Hawks, I swear.”

Usagiyama chuckles airily. “Gimme a break—”

Your fingers wrapping around her tail causes her to cut herself off with a sharp inhale. She groans, further forcing the corners of your lips upwards.

“I am giving you a break,” you state matter-of-factly before pressing your thumbs on her back dimples. Her body jolts at the pressure, a gasp soon following before you massage lower. Usagiyama shimmies her hips once your hold reaches her ass, your fingers sinking into the fat as you squeeze it. “Patience is a virtue, after all.”

Your girlfriend scoffs, peering over her shoulder. “With my line of work, I think I’ve been plenty patient.”

“Just because you have it in one aspect of your life, doesn’t mean you get to throw it all away for every other part.” Your hands slide down her ass to massage her upper thighs, earning you a sigh from the Pro Hero. Her satisfaction is short-lived once you bring your touch back up to her cheeks, spreading them apart to reveal her glistening pussy, hardly covered by her poor excuse of underwear. You snicker when you catch it clench. “You’re a big girl, aren’t you? Use your big girl words.”

Usagiyama furrows her brows, leaning back to press her ass against your crotch. “You know what I want.”

You purse your lips, pretending to ponder. “Do I?”

Your touch remains on the soft fat, though loosening to graze against her tail again. Your girlfriend’s breath hitches, her body following your lead; she’s too late when you decide then and there to slide your hands up her back, rubbing below her shoulder blades soothingly. She groans, and you refrain from giggling.

“You gonna touch me or what?” she mutters, spreading her legs as far as she can with you still hovering over her frame.

You hum. “I am touching you, though.”

Usagiyama hoists herself onto her forearms before flipping onto her back without throwing you off balance from your spot. She looks at you expectantly, with an arched brow and pursed lips, making quick work of removing what little clothing she’s wearing.

“How about you do it properly, then?” she huffs, though there’s no real aggression behind it. “You know what I like, and I’d rather not wait until the next villain attack to actually get any sort of satisfaction.”

Fair enough. Your cheeks hurt from the widening of your proud smile; it doesn’t help that her command adds heat to your face, either.

When you finally relax your expression, you shrug before shifting to lay on your stomach between her legs. Your arms wrap around her muscular thighs, hooking them over your shoulders as you pull yourself closer to her heat. Inches before you is a display of a soft patch of trimmed white hair and a slit oozing essence. You blow air on her clit, laughing softly as the Pro Hero’s hole clenches.

Usagiyama groans. “What did I say about teasing?”

You chuckle, mumbling quiet apologies before laying your tongue flat on her cunt and licking upwards. The first taste makes you moan appreciatively while your girlfriend sighs, her body relaxing and sinking into the mattress. That serenity is short-lived, however, as you continue your modest pace, your tongue moving languidly across her slit while flicking her clit. You feel her hips buck in your hold, but your response is gently rubbing her skin with your thumbs.

“C’mon, hun,” she stresses, the desperation far too subtle to be noticed by most. “I know you do better than that.”

You pull away, a thin string of slick connecting to the tip of your tongue, and you peer at her from your spot, barely raising your head.

“Of course, I can,” you respond, a grin returning to your stained lips. “But sometimes you just gotta stop and smell the roses, you know?”

You don’t bother to wait for her response as you resume your previous ministrations, this time pressing your face against her pussy while maintaining the same speed. Usagiyama groans, but doesn’t say anything as your nose nudges her pearl and your tongue maps her insides. Her complaints are replaced with quiet yet deep moans, and your hold on her thighs tightens reassuringly. For good measure, you hum against her, knowing how much she loves the vibrations ghosting her cunt. A drawn-out and wanton mewl escapes her lips—a rare sound to earn from the Pro Hero.

“Taste so good,” you coo against her heat. “Love this pussy so much.”

Your lover chuckles airily. “Don’t be shy, then: eat up, go to town.”

You hum again, making her shudder. Her hips buck when you pull back, lifting your head to meet her crimson gaze. You pretend to ponder, pursing your lips and tilting your head. “I think I’d rather take my time—really savour my meal, you know?”

Your words have Usagiyama dropping her head onto the pillow with an exaggerated groan, which you ignore as you resume your previous activities. You weren’t lying about enjoying yourself, though your girlfriend’s neediness is another beneficial aspect of the ordeal. Not that you need to tell her that.

While you don’t plan on going any faster, you have no problem switching things up as you wrap your lips around her clit, suckling the nub as one of your hands moves from the Pro Hero’s thigh to her slit. She shudders as your finger collects her juices before pushing into her hole, curling inside her to probe at her sweet spot. Her gasp makes you smile against her cunt, encouraging you to reach your other hand to lay on her lower belly and add pressure.

“C’mon,” your girlfriend pants, attempting to grind in tandem with your strokes. And while she has the strength to succeed in her actions, you know she’s nowhere near as satisfied as she could be if you’d just indulge. You consider yourself lucky she’s holding still at all, her grip on the sheets paling her knuckles. “Just a lil’ more, baby…”

It’s not often she’d offer her submission to you, much less be loud with her sounds of pleasure. Having Usagiyama serve both to you on a silver platter has you soaking your panties, your thighs clenching at the material sticking to your cunt.

And it isn’t until she finally releases do you feel like you’re about to join her, her cunt squeezing around your finger as you continue your languid motions. The Pro Hero chokes on a gasp, hips stuttering and jaw falling slack as she rides her high. You take everything in, from her priceless reaction to her taste as she soaks your hand and mouth.

Even once her orgasm ends, you find yourself snug against her cunt, cleaning the mess she’s made while her musky scent further intoxicates you.

Finally, Usagiyama props herself to sit up, and you pull away reluctantly while licking your lips. You don’t get to do the same to your hand as your lover grabs your cropped tee to pull you into a messy kiss. Your eyes flutter closed as you moan, your body shifting to lay on her properly. Her chest isn’t as sensitive as yours, yet it doesn’t stop you from groping the soft mounds and tweaking her nipples. Her tongue invading your mouth almost distracts you from her hold on your body, strong hands squeezing at any fat it can find. With her grip on your ass, you find yourself grinding against her muscular body, desperate for friction.

“Want me to get the strap?” your girlfriend asks airily after pulling away. You shake your head with a whine before planting several kisses onto her swollen lips. She’s about to pull you back in for another makeout session when you sit up suddenly, hastily throwing your top off and exposing your breasts to ravenous red eyes.

“It’s my turn to spoil you, remember?” Your words come out as teasing and lighthearted, though your gaze matches the Pro Hero’s as you shimmy out of your shorts and panties. You don’t bother putting on a show as you toss the articles of clothing somewhere in the room, shifting your body to settle between her legs once more. “I’m not done yet.”

Usagiyama’s still lightly panting when she smirks at your words, and it only grows as you hook one of your legs over her own, pulling your body closer to hers to bring your pussies together. Your hold remains on her thighs with the first roll of your hips, and you both sigh shakily at the wet friction between your heats. The motions of your lower body are downright sinful, and your lover can’t help but bite her lip at the display.

You feel the occasional twitch of her cunt, still sensitive from her previous orgasm, but it doesn’t stop the Pro Hero from voicing her thoughts.

“Still taking your time?” She scoffs with a half-smile. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”

A subtle change in angle has you rubbing your clit against hers, and you tremble with a whine before trying to regain your composure.

“Rumi, please.” Even your lighthearted attitude can’t hide the wavering over your voice, but you refuse to let that stop you. “Keep going too fast and life’ll–ah!–pass you by.”

Your hips continue their magic, though Usagiyama still manages to quirk her brow at you. “Are you serio–fuck–seriously giving me life lessons while we fuck?”

“Never–hah–a bad time to teach someone a thing or two.”

You don’t give your lover a chance to retort, opting to grind harder against her sensitive nub. You both moan simultaneously, more than encouraged to maintain that force.

Truth be told, you’d love to give in to the Pro Hero’s wishes, the need to cum close to driving you to insanity. It doesn’t help how ethereal she looks, with her heaving chest and glossy eyes connecting with yours. Her lips, swollen and parted as they pant for air, are just the icing on the cake.

You also love making a point. With your lover giving it her 120% at work, not only do you worry for her safety, but she needs her rest after her patrols, too, regardless of her physical state. Taking care of her will never be an issue for you—why not make the most of your time together?

What’s the rush?

She can act annoyed as much as she wants, but there’s no doubt that a the end of the day, Usagiyama loves your persistence.

And when her jaw falls open with a silent cry while her irises hide behind fluttering eyelids, you’re more than sure that the Pro Hero thought it was all worth the wait.

Having your orgasm follow soon after hers, you can say with utmost confidence that your assumption is correct.

You’re both catching your breath when you lay her legs on the mattress. Even after the dizzying high, your eyes struggle to focus, seeing double of your girlfriend before eventually returning to normal. Her muscles remain tense as she collects herself, and you’re quick to scoop down to plant kisses up her body until you reach her lips. Oxygen be damned—you still need her close.

“Hi,” you whisper with a growing smile, barely a centimetre away as you hover above her frame.

“You’re a real minx, you know that?” Usagiyama breathes, wrapping her arms around your torso to pull you down and against her body.

You yelp, only relaxing once she rolls over to have you lay next to her on the mattress, resting her chin on your head while gently pushing you into her chest.

“You love me,” you mumble teasingly against her skin, nuzzling into her warmth. You don’t have to look to know your lover carries an expression of adoration. The peck on the crown of your head says plenty.

“Yeah, yeah.”

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priceswifebb · 3 months

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GAZ ANGST TIMEE! For my gaz lovers since we are STARVED of this man.

~♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆~

As the last moments together ticked closer and closer to an end, Gaz continued to try and maintain his calm exterior. "Don't wait for me, okay? Promise me."

A long pause fell upon them, and Gaz's soft eyes looked into your, pleading with them in a silent way. "Be happy."

All you could do was look down at the floor it didn't feel real. The love of your life was going on a mission that he won't be coming back from.

He stared at you waiting for anything he didn't want his final moments with you to be pure silence. He needed to hear your voice. "love please I need you to promise me you'll be happy yeah?". He raised your chin with his hand to look you in the eyes.

"I don't know if I'll ever be happy in a life without you" you said tears in your eyes. "Don't cry, please," he begged, his throat aching as he fought back the urge to break down completely at this moment in front of you. "You have to be. For both of our sakes."

He tried to steady his voice, to sound brave and strong, for your sake, but failed. There was nothing he could do to hide his sadness and pain at the thought of leaving you alone and never coming back.

"You’ll find love again," he whispered, "I promise you. I always believed it would be us but sometimes destiny has other plans. I just don’t want you to stop believing in love. Remember that.”

He smiled at you, wiping your tears away with his thumb, hoping he could erase every ounce of sadness he saw in her eyes right now with just his touch.

"It's not fair" you said quietly "I know, sweetheart. I know." He wanted to tell you so much more. That despite the pain he felt in this moment, the only thing that mattered was making sure you were happy. That he was going to miss you forever. That he’d always love you and wish he could be with you every day.

So instead he just pulled you into a long, tight hug, never wanting to let go again. You had taken a step back and tried your hardest not to cry as you talked "I- um I wanted to give you this photo as my gift to you" you gave him a photo of yall first date with each other.

Gaz's heart warmed instantly when he saw what you were holding. It was a photo from your first date, when everything began. Just looking at it, he could picture their entire life together stretching out before him.

For a brief moment, he forgot everything else and he was back in that moment for real. His eyes filled with tears, but he smiled through the pain and took the photo from you. With a final glance at it, he squeezed it tightly in his hand. The world around Gaz slowed. Reality came to a screeching halt as the truth set in. This was it. You're final goodbye.

Gaz took your hands, pulling close. His eyes scanned her expression, searching for any sign that this wasn't really happening. *He wasn't ready to say goodbye.*

His heart raced, his vision blurred as you smiled at him when you looked at him as if he hung the stars. He smiled back at you. Gaz knew it was time to let her go. His mind began to settle, as he took a deep breath. "I'll carry those memories in my heart...forever."

Time had nearly run out, and both of them were aware of it. Gaz refused to let go, his hands grazing your face and caressing your hair once more. Their lips met in a final kiss that took the last few seconds off the clock. "I love you..." you had said voice breaking.

"I love you more..." He had always said that to you. Never once did he win the "I love you more than you love me" contest. He was fine with losing every time though. He couldn't resist the temptation of saying it again and again.

"I'll always think of you" you said tears flooding you're eyes. "I'll think of you too," Gaz answered, his words being cut-off by the sound of his watch beeping.

The time was up. Tears continued to stream down Gaz's face as he watched you take a step back. He didn't want to let go, not like this. If he could take just one more second of their time together, he'd take it in a heartbeat.

But, it wouldn't last a second longer...

"It's time," he said softly as he squeezed your hand one last time, "It's time to go."

The two shared one final moment. Gaz knew it was the last time they would ever see each other. He gently pressed his forehead against yours, letting the warmth from your body engulf him.

"I'll miss you," you whispered. "I'll miss you too." He whispered back.

With a final kiss on the cheek, Gaz turned away, taking in one last view of your face before he was gone for good. And as he stepped out the door, a single tear rolled down his cheek.

#cod mw2 #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #angstttt #i dont see much of gaz content and its pissing me off!!!#cod x reader #cod

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shuckinbeanz · 1 year

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Ten Years-Warmth

warnings/notes: pls lmk in comments asks or dms if I'm missing any tws I'm lost on how to appropriately tw this and have no idea if it needs any but I can't shake the feeling it doesss? 😭 (I can't help but think OOC, definitely OOC)soft tristamp!Millions Knivesxhuman reader cuz that cloak tho 🥴🥺 if you seen him you probably already know what he is, so spoilers ahoy! we've proved time and time again he can trust us, but he's so very hesitant to let down his guard because he's afraid he'll break again 😭 as that barrier breaks, we find he's super touch starved despite his initial hesitance. Slow n steady wins the race! Told in his POV, brave bb inchin out of his comfort zone for us cuz he trusts us sm 🥺

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For ten long years, you were there for him. You never looked away, you always forced yourself past the inconsequential, so-called limits of your lowly species. For him. And somewhere along, the insignificant you turned into something dear. You probably don't know this, but…he so desperately wanted to reciprocate. His heart and his brain warred with each other and his body.

It was very confusing, and even more complicated.

You were the only other human…he was willing to love. It was painstakingly slow but sure, and eventually, your fastidious efforts bore fruit.

Touch.

As revolting as the idea alone was, the moment he allowed your knuckle to graze against his jaw in a featherlight touch…it was equally, if not more so intoxicating.

It was also uncomfortable.

But he knew, if he showed that to you, you'd rear away in self resentment; hiding your desire to be touched, and more importantly, touch him beneath lock and key, out of your loyalty for him.

Yet he wanted more.

The look of pure awe in your eyes, as soft words pass your softer lips; of praise, worship, and limitless gratitude. He almost wanted to kiss them. Almost. Your other hand clutched desperately at the material you wore, evidence of your self restraint for his sake, your respect for his boundaries.

His gaze-somewhat judging-gives rise to your answer. "I want to touch you. I want to caress your cheek." you start, and he humors you with a raised brow. "Are you not doing that, already?" he mentions your knuckle, featherlight and sickeningly gentle against his jaw. You giggle, then. A sweet melody that makes his heart thrum in kind. "I want to run my fingers through your hair. I want to trace your ears, massage your broad shoulders…" you trail off, becoming shy at your own desires. "And…your strong arms…"

Even though his innate paranoia he built up over the years incessantly nagged at the edges of his consciousness; of losing, of being broken, of breaking anything precious to him…it did sound very tempting.

He doesn’t notice he’s moving, until his hand has found your wrist. You blink owlishly as he guides you, a rushed ‘Are you sure?’ spilling forth from you, worry evident in your tone and your tense form. For a brief moment, before your palm touches his cheek under his coaxing grip, he isn’t sure. But the moment it does, his body and his heart betray his brain as he leans into your warm palm and purrs.

Warmth.

The very thing he forsook to chase his ideals. Something that, for years, he'd sorely missed, prolonged stubborn abstinence numbing the craving. It hits him like a sandsteamer on overdrive.

It was a disgusting feeling, if he were to be honest, stemming from the fear of loss. If he accepted this touch, mindful of his being, only to lose it-to lose you, in the end, he'd break.

He'd break far, far beyond repair, everything you've worked so hard to mend torn right off like a bandaid, never to heal again.

He didn't want that.

Yet here he was, leaning into your touch and craving more. He yearned for it, down to his very vulnerable core, which threatened to hum to life in a very visible, vibrant hue just beneath his skin-quite literally.

It was rather humiliating for him, for every fiber of his being to be so easily highly reactive to you. He both hated it and loved it at the same, very confusing time.

He was still in denial that someone as great as him was so touch starved. But before he knew it, he'd dived right into your embrace, his weight sending you onto your back.

He let you experiment; your fingers just barely touching him, ready to move away at a moment's notice. He appreciated this, deeply-though he'd rather die than admit it.

Little by little, he'd slip out of his comfort zone, only for you. It will take time…but you are ever patient.

Slowly, his tension began to melt away, just as you bravely began on his hair, with touch still so careful.

He respected you. You've always done everything you could, solely for him.

Soon enough, it's too late; the unusual beckon of sleep tugs at his eyelids.

Maybe he likes you. Maybe…he's in love. But everything was still so confusing and so very complicated. So wait for him, just a little longer, and hopefully he can find the courage to accept it all.

#trigun stampede #millions knives #millions knives x reader #millions knives x you #trigun stampede millions knives x reader #knives x reader

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