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licorishh · 3 months
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OH YEAH ALSO finally watched the FNAF movie with the coolest person on Earth, 11/10 movie, Mike looked ready to curl up into a fetal position on the floor and burst into tears at all moments, he is so me, would watch again
#fnaf#fnaf movie#five nights at freddy's#mike schmidt#anyway. i loved the end scene where the four of them do the thing with afton#i was also extremely glad the springlock scene was very palatable and not gory or overly vivid because i can't and won't watch that stff#when i tell you i HOLLERED when cory showed up. almost cried. my BOY#cory is the king of youtube fr fr. nobody does it like him#he's on a hiatus again but we the samurai will patiently wait for the shogun's return#i am getting off-topic. matpat's nametag said “ness” which was extremely funny#afton was in literally two maybe three scenes tops which i was not expecting but he stole the show ofc. very spazzy. dig it#vanessa was so mysterious??#i kinda loved her and mike's dynamic though. so very silly the pair of them (running from real-life manifestations of fictious characters)#I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW FOXY WAS IN THE MOVIE. THAT MADE ME SO HAPPY#foxy's always been my favorite. my boy. he can have a little murder. as a treat#VANESSA HAD A GUN!! VERY COOL AND GOOD#she barely even shot afton though. honeybun literally had the upper hand by a mile#that man did not have a long-range weapon. he was entirely at her mercy. if she'd shot him all the animatronics would've instantly helped#still like her for some reason though. she permanently has the default sim expression etched on her face#also i don't know if y'all saw but in the credits it says foxy's humming was my boy kellen goff!!#mike was so STRESSED and so DISTRACTED the ENTIRE TIME i see so much of myself in him#can we also agree josh hutcherson looks great with a goatee like that is eons ahead of the peeta look (never read/watched himger gims ok)
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zickmonkey · 2 days
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Oh my god hey besties guess who's having an awful time like mentally
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In honor of the forum that shut down today, and my favorite game on it, my two favorite memes of all time that live rent-free in my head:
(The context for this one is that, in a game where you are supposed to be as active as possible every day [24 hour cycles] in a Day [3-5 24-hour days], loveit would come on about once a Day to leave one message and vanish again. It became a meme among the other players.)
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(And the context for this one was that I, a Townie, wouldn't keep my mouth shut and kept getting the Scums killed. XD)
(This is my favorite meme of all time. I love it so much.)
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(I should probably mention that I made neither of these. I just really love them.)
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exploring-in-space · 8 months
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I came up to CT for a wedding, and today I'm going home but my flight got delayed so much I'm missing my connecting flight and now I'm gonna have to be stranded at the Denver airport until 6am tomorrow 😭😭
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malefilus · 1 year
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Marika having even the slightest of knowledge that the Night of Black Knives was going to take place makes everything that follows even more messed up.
For the sake of this post let's say that she knew. She knew that someone was setting up to steal the Rune of Death. She also knew that it was either Rykard or Ranni. But instead of upping security, instead of moving it, instead of doing anything to maybe stop this from occurring she sat by and let it happen. Played ignorant to the machinations because she, too, was fed up with everything. This would work into her own distaste for everything happening without her having to lift a finger.
The Rune gets stolen, and Marika is throughout the lore and game as we know presented as an incredibly smart woman. There's no way she wouldn't know that the rune wouldn't be used against one of her own. After all that would make the biggest impact on the way things were going. It would have the best chance of altering things.
That would mean she willfully allowed for something to be taken that would inevitably be used against one of her own children and allowed it. She accepted that that would have to take place for her own desires to come to fruition as well.
So does that make it worse...her actions afterward? Does it make it more understandable or does it make more unforgivable?
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abeluser · 5 months
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if my dog dies tonight im actually so done
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sysig · 9 months
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TMP 1 Adventures (Patreon)
#Doodles#Tamagotchi#Yaaay I can share them! My Tamas! ♥#It's been a fun experience to play with Tamagotchis for the first time haha - it's a much slower burn than I could've expected!#I only ever got to even hold a Gotch for maybe twenty minutes up til this point? Lol - not very long at all!#As you can imagine I only got to play with the Egg Hatching/Baby stage which is very chaotic and needy so that's what I had to go off of#It's different! Not Super different in certain ways lol ♪ But different!#Smol very graciously agreed to play with me since I got both a Mesu and Osu :D She got the Mesu and named her Honey#And I kept the Osu and named him Bee! :D#I'm still in a little bit of conflict as to whether the Device (Gotchi) is named Bee or if the Creature (Tama) is named Bee lol#I think I've decided that the Device /and/ the first generation of Tama is named Bee and then all subsequent generations are puns on Bee lol#So for Bee's child I named him Bay - BayBee lol#Bee was a cute little lad <3 I miss him a bit :') But he was a good father as well! Fed little BayBee haha#It was sooo cute to see their futons next to each other and then a little bittersweet to see little Bay's all alone one night :'''D#Other fun little things like smol raising Honey differently than I raised Bee so we ended up with non-counterparts lol#If you know anything about Osutchi raising yes you are allowed to judge me on my competency lol#I still think he's cute! He was almost half Honey's size tho which I found funny haha#I love my very big wife#There was also the fun of having a somewhat scuffed sleep schedule but them always waking me up Earlier than necessary thanks guys#They were mostly good! Bee was awful for naps tho lol - and I watched both of them at night since smol was scared she'd miss Honey's wake up#We also discussed the implications of the babies being twins but also....growing up to be.........partners? Uhm#My personal headcanon was something akin to parthenogenesis and non-mutating identical genes leading to identical babies-#Look they're code as far as I'm aware virtual pets don't suffer from inbreeding lol#And if they do well darn oh gosh oh no I guess I'll just have to get more lol ♪#They are hecka cute <3 They quite literally grow up so fast! I'm glad I get to play :D
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tachiisms · 2 years
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“She meant it as a compliment, Obi-Wan knew. Siri admired Anakin’s daring, his sureness, how fluidly he used the Force. It was unusual for Siri to second-guess a decision, just like Anakin. In some ways, Obi-Wan was more like Ferus.”  -- Jedi Quest: The Changing of the Guard
“He knew Obi-Wan hadn't wanted him to leave. If he'd been Obi-Wan's Padawan, it would have all been different. Everything would have been different.” -- The Last of the Jedi: Dark Warning
so does anyone else ever think about these two quotes, and think about the way that in some aspects Siri would have been a more effective Master for Anakin, but that Obi-Wan would absolutely have not been what Ferus needed in a Master, and then cry about it? just me? yeah probably.
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Imagine how BIG those fucking tits must be on World of Chaos Ansem… 👀😩
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blujaydoodles · 11 months
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What's Aubree's coolest story about how she got one of her scars? (Besides the one she doesn't talk about)
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"Although, really it's a bit of a stupid story if I'm being honest, but the scar's cool as hell and that counts for something, yeah?
“It was one of my first jobs with a trade caravan, just as an extra pair of hands-- green as I was, they wouldn’t have hired someone like me as an armed guard even if I’d thought to offer back then, but it’s easy enough to prove I can haul shit around, and not a lot of folks are keen to take the pass north of Stormridge in any case so they were happy for the extra help.
"We were five days into the Wildcrest Mountains-- about halfway through. It was just starting to get into nightfall, and we were trying to push through to a sheltered spot one of the guards knew was a little ways ahead to camp for the night, when we heard the howlin up in the ridges, and comin down toward us.
"Now, we get wolves out in Crickhollow, sometimes; usually just one by itself skulkin round the pastures, and if they can catch em in time it mostly only takes a few dogs to run em off back where they came. We’d spotted some goblin scouts makin eyes at the caravan a few days earlier and spooked em away easy enough with a bit of barkin of our own, so when we heard the wolves I figured I knew what we were in for. But let me tell you: wolves in the mountains are different than the ones you get round halfling country. It’s cold, and hard, and it makes em strong, and it makes em hungry.
"We had six armed guards with us, proper kitted with swords and shields and all, and of course I was out there with Corker, hangin back a bit just not to get underfoot of em. They were spreadin out to circle the wagons, but the wolves had the jump on us and came leapin out the dark before we were ready. Biggest godsdamned things I ever saw! One slipped through and went straight for the horses, but I was ready for him-- hit him midair and sent him reelin away, and I figured that’d be the end of it for that one. Turned around and saw another one was lungin and snappin at one of the guards-- skinny lad called Derek-- and had him in a bad way; it’d got him offbalance, and looked about to take him down. I was to em before I could even think-- well, what else could I have done? The wolf had got its teeth in him, but it didn’t see me coming-- I hauled off-- WHACK-- cracked him square in the face, must have damn near caved his skull in! Just as he was getting his bearings, and I was pulling back for another swing-- the bloody bastard I’d clipped earlier came in from behind and sank every damn one of his teeth into me, and dragged me to the ground.
"Well, Derek managed to get his feet under him in time to stop the other one from jumpin in and tearin my damn guts out, but only just. The one that had me by the shoulder had a death grip on me-- I was swinging Corker round like mad, but I couldn’t get any good blows in like that, on the ground and backwards and with only one arm. Still put in a fair fight, for all that-- I was snarlin like a beast myself, grabbin for its face with my left hand best I could. Then suddenly he dropped me, yowling somethin awful. Another guard, big fella called Radimir, saw him layin into me and ran him straight through. Good thing, too! If I’d been alone out there that would have been it for me. Stupid way to learn not to put your back to a wolf, but it’s always better to have friends to back you up anyway. Especially when you’ve got more muscles than good sense, haha!
"Anyway, the rest of the pack did take off after seeing we could put up more fight than they wanted-- they’re tough, not stupid. No one was hurt except a couple of the fighters and myself, and we made it to the outpost just fine. I hadn’t really imagined I’d be spendin my first couple weeks in Pelora laid up all in bandages with a broken collar, but hey, it gave me a good story for breakin ice at taverns. Bit more impressive to talk about than this-- [she points to one mark among many on her arms, brown with age]-- that I got trying to help with the bakin when I was six…"
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the-gayest-sky-kid · 10 hours
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i keep having weird horror game nightmares
#one time i had a nightmare where i downloaded an app that put you in a randomized game during the nighttime. and you you couldn't delete it#without doing a ton of steps#and all of the games had different rules that you had to pay attention to or youd die. especially for ones with creatures in them#the last one i remembered had this thing that couldn't kill you as long as you were hidden and it didn't know and i was so terrified. i was#trying to delete the app forever but it tried to trick you into allowing the games to go on even if you deleted it. and once you did you#couldn't redownload it to get yourself out properly. i ended up being able to do it but i couldn't sleep the rest of the night because it#felt so real and i wasnt sure i had actually gotten out#and then yesterday night i had a dream i was selected by this weirdly religious like. 8 armed ball robot along with a group of other people#and it brought us to this house and it was fine for a bit but then things started happening and there ware rules. and there was another kid#there with me in this room and we had to hide under a blanket or else something would get you. and then it evolved so you also had to copy#the sound pattern it was making. but for that one there was also a different girl there was was definitely part of the house that i didn't#trust. and then there was this other thing where if you weren't tucked in this tall lady would eat you. and i was barely tucked in because#she came out of nowhere and i thought i was going to die but by some weird glitch it registered as tucked. but she leaned over me and tucke#me in properly and i was so sure she was going to kill me and she'd be all up close doing it. and i had this feeling constantly that the#robot was still around out there watching and it terrified me more than anything else#the last thing i remember from that wad waiting for the tall lady to make her rounds again but i woke up. and like again i wasnt all that#sure it didn't happen and then my mom checked up on me and it freaked me out dhfhdjsjkd#anyway i dont like dreaming#personal posts and stuff idk
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strawberrypaw · 4 months
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its been over a month and i am still so sad it literally physically hurts
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imperihoe-writes · 7 months
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Simon 'Ghost' Riley / Reader
Summary:  Simon returns home a little earlier than expected, and all he wants is a good night's sleep and the warm body of a person he loves.
Content:  coming-home-from-deployment, curvy! civilian girlfriend, domestic fluff, shared shower, jetlag, unprotected sex, lazy middle-of-the-night sex, fingering, hickeys, missionary, cum eating, oral
Word Count:  2.3k
Notes: Did I type this in one go (frenzied, horny and slightly tipsy), but still need to get up at 5:20 AM for work tomorrow? Yes. Was this stuck in my brain and demanded to be let out? Double yes. NOT FOR MINORS.
The key scraping against the door had her turning around in alarm, spatula clutched in her right hand as the other fumbled for something sharper, pointier.
Simon wasn't supposed to be home for another two weeks, and all she had on her was a fluffy towel and sheet mask - not exactly the proper attire to face a burglar. But Ghost, the Lieutenant not her boyfriend, had taught her how to defend herself. How to make an opponent bleed enough for them to back off or die as the consequence of assaulting her. 
Call me, if you ever have to kill someone, he'd said and stroked her cheek. I'll take care of the mess.
She'd laughed then, and teased him about being too far away to fix anything but now that the adrenaline was pumping through her veins, she started receiting his work number by heart over and over again.
Then the logical part of her brain kicked in, and wondered why on Earth a burglar or serial killer would bother with picking a lock in the first place. Wouldn't they just come smashing through the window-
The door swung open silently, a large gloved hand groped for the light switch in the entrance way and then suddenly he was there, bathed in the soft light of the lamp they'd bought together when they first moved into their shared flat.
Simon still wore a dark mask that covered his mouth and nose, and she stared, flabbergasted, as he methodically removed his gloves and black beanie, dumping his heavy backpack next to the umbrella stand.
"Si?" She whispered, and he flinched, chocolate brown eyes swivelling up to hers as he made an aborted motion, like he was reaching for a holster that wasn't there.
"Focken hell, luv," he slurred, words distorted from lack of sleep. The dark purple rings under his eyes spoke of the long journey he'd taken, and she'd lost track of where in the world he was fighting against evil at this point. "Ye look like a damn axe murderer with that."
He gestured vaguely towards her face, and with a laugh that turned into a sob halfway, she dropped everything she'd been holding, ripped off the overpriced skincare and flung herself into his arms. Simon swayed a bit, and he still smelled of desert dust and faraway places but she didn't care. Nothing else mattered in that moment but him, the feel of his strong arms around her as he lifted her up like she weighed nothing, and pressed his warm cheek against hers.
She quickly pulled his face mask down, and Simon sighed as she kissed him, smiling as she peppered kisses all over his face.
"You didn't tell me you'd be back so early!" She complained, pulling him back into a bone-crushing hug. "I haven't been shopping for all your favourite treats yet!"
"'S fine," he mumbled, then buried his face into her shoulder, sagging a little as he put her back down. "Jus' wanted to be home with you."
Tears threatened to constrict her throat, and she swallowed against it, massaging the back of his head and short curly hair the way he liked.
"Let's get you cleaned up and ready for bed, hm?" Her voice was only a whisper, but Simon nodded and let her guide him down the short corridor and into the darkness of the bathroom. They left the door open, allowing the light to pour in that way and she helped him strip out of the black joggers and long sleeve he'd been wearing, crouching down to untie his shoelaces. 
Under normal circumstances, the heated look he was giving her from above would have been enough for her to stay on her knees for him, but she knew that Simon was running on fumes. As flattering as the bulge in his tight briefs was, it was more of a reaction to be reunited after so long, than actual desire.
She pulled the soft cotton down his muscular thighs, grinning at the relieved hiss he let out when he was completely bare. Pushing him into the shower was easy, and when she stripped off her towel, it was only so she could join him and wash his skin thoroughly. 
Simon's hands wandered over her hips and breasts, and he pulled her in for a deep kiss but let her do whatever she pleased after that. She massaged his shoulders and back with soapy hands, ran her hands down his solid but thick abdomen, and even gripped his half-hard cock for a moment. 
He groaned and leaned his head against her shoulder, but then she moved her hands up and over into his hair and neck and Simon practically purred.
Blissed out and half asleep, he barely registered her removing the shower head from its mount and running it all over him, washing the suds down the drain and warming his chilled skin.
"Gonna put on your bathrobe for me, babe?" She asked softly, and Simon grunted as she turned off the water. They fumbled out of the shower and struggled a bit until he was wrapped up in black fluffy cotton. Storm trooper, she'd called him many times before whenever he wore this particular monstrosity. 
He let her lead him into their shared bedroom, thankfully tidy and clean, and belly-flopped onto the soft mattress. Simon was out within moments, breathing in the scent of fresh linen and her, mind at ease for the first time in forever.
With a smile, she quickly fetched a glass of water for them both, brushed her teeth and then marvelled at the sight of her boyfriend sprawled out on the bed.
Simon was early by almost two weeks, and her heart made a double-flip as she thought of the fact that it was the weekend now and she'd have two uninterrupted days with him before she had to go back to work. 
Her eyes wandered over the exposed calves and feet, the long fingers that clutched into her comforter, the translucent brows and lashes.
She changed into her pyjama bottoms and top, snuggling up next to the mountain of black robes and pale skin. Simon's deep breathing never changed as she wrapped one arm and leg around him, burying her face into his damp neck as she fell asleep, completely forgetting about her plan to stay awake all night to prepare for her night shifts.
The next time she awoke, it was still dark outside. Disoriented, she tried to place the warmth on top of her, the mouth that sucked into her skin with enough pressure to leave light pink bruises and made her pussy wet from the suction alone. Broad hands and long fingers were gripping her waist, and Simon's thigh was gently pressed between her legs, rubbing up and down.
She moaned and groped for him in the darkness as he sucked at her skin harder, moving on to her collarbones and breasts, then nipples as he went. He was still wearing the bathrobe, but it was sliding off his shoulders, revealing scarred skin and rippling muscles to her greedy fingers as she roamed over him.
"Si?" She panted and he hummed, fingers pulling her top down until both of her boobs were framed by the fabric, exposed to his hungry mouth. 
"I could eat you alive," he mumbled against her skin, then his calloused fingertips ran lower, exposing her stomach as he kneaded the soft skin there and slipped beyond, into her loose shorts.
The breath was knocked out of her as sure fingers rubbed over her embarrassingly slick folds, pushed deeper, and then withdrew only to circle her clit lazily. 
"You- you should rest," she stammered but pushed her chest against his mouth and clenched around nothing when he dipped two of his fingers into her and pulled out in the same motion.
"Can't sleep right now," he growled, then plunged his fingers back in, stretching her needy core a bit more. "D'you want me to stop, sweetheart?"
She'd rather die.
"N-no."
"Good," he growled, then captured her mouth in a sloppy kiss that involved a lot of tongues and hitched breaths as his fingers worked away at her. A third soon joined the others, and she whimpered, throwing her head back as he diligently prepared her for his cock. Her hips jerked whenever the ball of his hand brushed against her clit, and her fingers drew painful welts against Simon's shoulders and back, finally disrobing him fully and pulling him on top of her.
"Please Si," she whined, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him closer until her wet core was pressed against the hardness between his thighs. "Waited so long for you to come home."
He groaned and steadied himself with one arm next to her head, gripping his heavy cock with one hand and brushing the weeping head over her clit and opening several times. The darkness made it hard to see him, but the feel and taste of his skin were enough that night. 
She knew that Simon's eyes were a dark pool of molten chocolate right now, that his forehead would be creased in concentration. 
At the first breach, she clutched the soft sheets underneath her, pushing her hips into him, impatient. They both hissed, her from the slight discomfort of his girth and him from her tightness, but then she hooked her ankles behind his lower back and pulled him in.
Simon came to rest inside of her with a groan, sleep-warm skin pressed against her cheek as he started to move slowly, savouring it.
There was no rush, only the underlying currents of sleep and weariness that were soaked deep into both their bones as they moved against each other. Skin against skin, the slight sheen of sweat on his back, the trembling of her core and thighs whenever he hit a little too deeply from this angle.
Simon caged her face with his arms, hands in her hair as they kissed.
"I love you," he murmured, over and over again as her eyes rolled back into her head, mouth open as he buried himself inside her. "Missed you so much."
"Missed you, too," she panted, clutching onto him, chest constricting as his hips rutted harshly and strong hands lifted her hips and ass onto him.
Neither of them reached between their bodies to stimulate her clit any more, because they both knew that it would be the end of it. As soon as Simon felt her contract around him, he usually followed and they both weren't ready, needed more from this. Craved that prolonged connection.
His orgasm wasn't a grand spectacle of growls and lovebites like it sometimes was. Instead, Simon huffed into her neck as his movements stuttered, and she felt his lashes flutter against her sweaty skin.
There was a sticky warmth that filled her, overflowed as he kept moving a little while longer.
She'd been happy like that, content not to come in all honesty, because the fact that her lover was back in her arms was more climactic than anything her body could produce.
But Simon had always been a greedy man, eager to please and obsessed with making her soul sing out to him through pleasure. 
He withdrew, and they both hissed. Then a warm, wet mouth left a trail down her body, latching onto her thighs. Teeth and tongue worked into her soft skin, sucking harshly and then massaging the sore spot with thick fingers before moving higher and lapping at her slit that was slowly oozing his own release.
"Oh my fucking god," she moaned, clutching at his soft hair as her hips jerked into his face and suddenly he was on her, gripping her hips roughly and eating her pussy out like it was his last meal.
His tongue lapped at her clit, then her sensitive, still stretched-out entrance. Simon slid one finger into her, curled it just right and pumped it in and out rapidly, tongue fluttering.
He rumbled something between her thighs, but if it had been praise or a command, she didn't know and didn't care. Back arching, she clutched her sensitive breasts and pinched her nipples as he sucked and sucked. Stars exploded behind her closed eyelids, and if their neighbours didn't know that Simon had returned by now, they probably knew now.
Unable to hold in the high-pitched whine, she shuddered against his slick face over and over again, trying to get away from the immediate overstimulation as her orgasm crashed through her and eager for more.
Simon continued to suckle and lap at her clit for a while, the sounds obscene and so damn satisfying that she was glad for the darkness that obscured her crimson blush.
"Missed the sounds you make," he growled softly, voice faraway and sleepy as he slotted his entire weight and body against hers, crushing her into the mattress. "Missed your sweet taste."
"Simon!" She complained, embarrassed as she hid into his neck and he dragged his soft cock between their messy bodies for a few seconds, obviously just enjoying the moment.
"Sleep now, love," he sighed, flopping onto his side and pulling her head onto the thick pillow of his bicep, naked body intertwined with hers. "I'll keep watch over you."
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I have no words. Just wanted soft, jetlagged and horny Ghost. That's all.
You can find my other COD works here! 🤍
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cyberjam · 10 months
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ATSV HEADCANON: they have a crush on you . . . ☆
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warnings - none really, super fluffy and adorable :), semi-proof read so i apologize for grammatical errors if there are any! no use of name or y/n, gender-neutral reader!
word count - 2.1k
main masterlist <3
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☆ . . . miles morales
I imagine you two already being well-acquainted friends with each other once he realized his feelings for you. For quite some time he had a crush on gwen but now his heart strings are pulling him towards you, so he's struggling when it comes to addressing his feelings.
If you're in the same room as Miles, he will stare. Any conversation that he was having before is long forgotten and all that's on his mind is you.
Miles doesn't need to study, he's one of the top students in school. But he continues to go on study dates with you because he likes being in your presence and sharing his headphones with you while eating yummy pastries.
He has an entire journal dedicated to you. Said journal includes: small journal entries of his day with you, little quotes of the funny/cute things you've said that stuck with him throughout the day, candid drawings of you that he created whenever you two hung out, cute sketches of you and him stargazing or slow-dancing together (and other secret drawings of him saving you as spider-man and cradling your body in his big strong arms but we won't get into that...)
Miles really can't get enough of you. He laughs extra loud at your jokes even if they aren't funny, his heartbeat quickens at the mention of your name, he'll offer you his jacket even if you don't need it, he always smiles when something reminds him of you, he'll share his headphones with you and shyly ask if you and him can make a "study playlist" (he listens to it at night while drawing you), and overall is just madly in love with you.
He wants to be with you more than anything, he's just struggling to find the right time to ask you. <3
"Hey, don't touch that! It's- No! It's not a diary, it's just...secret."
☆ . . . gwen stacy
She's pretty awkward herself. You were assigned to be partners for a project that would play a big part in your final grade, she came off slightly cold and seemed to be annoyed at your presence which made your relationship start off rocky. In reality she was just stressed, juggling her spider duties, getting kicked out of her house, and then school on top of that, it was just a lot. But when you made the effort to plan things and work around her busy schedule (that you didn't really know anything about) she started to become grateful for you.
Your parents welcomed her kindly each time she came over to study and whenever she would leave she was happy with a full belly and a sore face from smiling and laughing with you all night. The project was supposed to be done by the end of the semester but you and gwen were able to finish it the first month you got it. That didn't stop her bi-weekly visits, that then turned weekly, until she was suddenly walking home with you everyday, from and to school.
She likes to compare hands, shoes, and height just to see the difference in sizes. On walks back from school she'll give you a piggyback ride if you ask nicely. She also likes laying her head in your lap, if you run your fingers through her hair she'd be fast-asleep within 5 minutes.
You and her tend to share your oversized clothes together, You always wash her jackets/sweaters after you wear them, which she absolutely loves. She's fallen asleep curled up in your hoodie, inhaling the scent and listening to whatever song you rambled about the previous morning on repeat until she finally asks you to just make her a playlist. Hobie definitely knows about you, only because she slipped up by saying too much.
She enjoys staying over your house during rainy days. She tends to tense up whenever you're watching tv together on your bed and your head falls on her shoulder. During missions in other spider-verses gwen has taken little souvenirs from different worlds and given them to you, she always does it in a nonchalant way as if she wasn't grinning ear to ear on her way back, excited to see how you'd react.
You don't have sleepovers often but when you do they always seem more intimate than your usual hangouts. When you wake up and see gwen flustered on the other side of the bed you never understand why, not knowing that when you were fast asleep she woke up cuddled into you, nuzzling her body into yours.
"I-uhm. I-uh just had a weird dream. Nothing to worry about, heh.."
☆ . . . pavitr prabhakar
It's very obvious he has a crush on you, it might as well be written on his forehead. He follows you around like a lost puppy. He's constantly offering to carry your books, opening doors for you, paying for your snacks, and even giving you hand massages when you've been writing an essay for too long. He's just completely whipped for you and you're not even dating (yet).
You were a transfer student and he was assigned to show you around Mumbai. He found himself getting giddy at your cute reactions to the different sights he took you to. He adored how you were filled with so much curiosity and wonder, the awestruck look in your eyes when you saw the pretty lights at night and just how genuinely excited you seemed to stay and explore Mumbai. Since then, he's been glued to your side.
He's such a gentleman, you can tell he was raised right. Whenever you're talking his full attention is on you, nobody else matters in this moment but you. He'll even get a bit upset if someone cuts you off, ignoring whatever they're saying and urging you to continue. His legs feel wobbly around you, he gets dizzy at the sight of you, and he feels like he's floating whenever you smile at him.
There have been multiple occasions where you've caught him staring at you, depending on how he feels that day he'll either smirk and gently wave or quickly turn away with a blush on his face. He gushes about you to Hobie and Miles all of the time. They know so much about you and they've never even met you.
A true romantic. He buys you a singular flower one week out of the day, always explaining the meaning and where they originate from. (all of them are a variation of romance/love)
He tends to lean into you whenever you speak. More than one person has pointed out that you both tend to mirror each other's actions. He's feigning for your touch more than anything, a simple brush of your shoulders and he's full on putty in your hands.
He won't outright confront you when he figures out you like him, instead he'll invite you on a nightly walk. Taking you up to a rooftop with a gorgeous view, and gently resting his jacket on your shoulders. You'll sit for a while enjoying the scenery before he turns to you and says...
"a person as beautiful as yourself shouldn't wander this world alone.."
☆ . . . hobie brown
What a nightmare. He is constantly teasing and flirting with you. Always doubling over in laughter when he sees you get all flustered and the words you so badly wanna spew at him get stuck in your throat.
I imagine you both to be spider-people, you're a little more stuck-up than he is which is why he likes to tease you so much. Little by little your reactions fueled something deeper in him. He no-longer found himself flirting with you because he liked seeing how aggravated he could get you but because that was his way of approaching you and saying all of the things he wanted to while being able to play it off as a joke.
Besides teasing you relentlessly, he can be really caring and attentive to you when he wants to be. If you're in the medic he'll stop by pretty often to make sure you're okay. The only reason you found out is because you woke up to him fast asleep next to your bedside, feet propped on your bed and his vest laid across his torso like a blanket.
He'll eat the foods on your plate that you don't like. If you fall asleep he'll lay his vest onto your body and even move your position if it looks uncomfortable. If he senses danger before you he'll move you of the way as fast as he possibly can, but if he's not close enough he'll give you a heads up before anyone else. He tends to stare at you sometimes, always smiling gently to himself.
When you two get closer as friends he'll play any song on his guitar if you ask him nicely. He'll even give you lessons if you really want them. Carefully throwing his guitar over your torso, he brings his much larger hands to yours. You can feel his chest against your back, and the waves of his warm breath on your neck as he teaches you how to play. He'll also let you wear his jacket, saying it looks better on you than him. He might let you keep it, only in exchange for one of your jackets. (he sleeps with your jacket on, it makes him feel close to you.)
Hobie often checks up on you during missions, sometimes saying teasing phrases to get you riled up but mostly to make sure you're holding up okay. "you alright there, peaches? you took quite the hit."
Once he finds out you like him, he eases up on the teasing, but he doesn't refrain from dropping subtle hints of his knowingness that you like him. He's just waiting for you to finally say something.
"Yknow, if i ain't know any better i'd say you were doing this 'cause you like me."
☆ . . . miguel o' hara
You worked beside him in Alchemax, the two of you were assigned as partners. At first he didn't care much for you, simply telling you to stay out of his way and that he didn't need any help, but after Lyla practically forced him to be a cordial lab partner and work with you, he started to take a liking towards you. Sadly, it took months for him to tolerate you and even longer for him to like you.
Although he was quite stuck-up and practically seemed on edge most of the time, you were able to break through those confined walls and have a comfortable-playful work relationship with him. Every-time you made a joke or a light quip about his attitude he'd always respond with sarcasm, still not being able to hide the tiny smile that graced his face at your foolish acts.
He always runs his projects by you before submitting them. (and then lyla to triple check) He'll stop by and pick up empanadas from his favorite store, always boasting about how it's the best in Nueva York and you'll never taste anything better. Eventually he brings in a hefty share of empanadas that you two share over lunch time, your conversation flowing naturally without the teasing but with a fluffier feeling flowing through the air.
He pretends to be annoyed when he catches you over-working but he's genuinely worried for you. Always shaking his head in a disapproving way when he finds you fast asleep on your desk, papers scattered, and drool falling past your lips. Quietly scolding you in spanish before throwing his lab coat over your shoulders and organizing your papers neatly.
He tends to act unbothered when you do something that shows you care for him but in reality it makes his heart stutter and his stomach feel all loopy. He hates it because it makes him feel like a middle-schooler when they get their first crush but another part of him absolutely adores it and his main motivation to get up to go to work in the morning is you, although he'll never admit it.
If a co-worker is ever rude to you he will be the first to defend you, not hesitating to get in their face with a nasty scowl painting his features. On Friday's he made it his personal mission to walk you home, you two slowly walk side-by-side, quietly laughing to yourselves as you reminisce on lab accidents and old memories. There's a slight gleam in his eyes when you make it to your apartment door. He turns to you almost hesitantly, before stepping closer to you. He whispers a question, so quiet and soft you almost wouldn't be able to hear it.
"Can I kiss you?"
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THE CLEARING | luke castellan.
pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader prompt: “i could admire you all day.” by @normal-internet-user
summary: a sweet moment in the clearing of pearls. takes place before tlt. wc: 1.2k
a/n: i'm back in my luke castellan phase and this time, unapologetically :') ik ik, he's the enemy. totally :D i haven't written in so long, i really hope you guys enjoy this! i eventually will make a collection of these on my wattpad (of the same username). have a great day/night! <3
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camp half-blood was just as rhythmic as any other day. the campers were up and running, tending to chores or activities, chiron was introducing some new campers, mr. d had his legs hitched up on the table and was slumbering.
and yet — somehow — something still felt off to y/n. she couldn’t put her finger on it. for a child of ares, she was undeniably observant of her surroundings, ready to feed a punch, but she didn’t see nor feel anyone around. 
often times, she realized it was her subconscious warning her of her siblings’ antics. despite coming off as a cold hearted bitch, y/n was quite the opposite and everyone in camp knew. whether they experienced her dual sidedness face to face, they heard of it and believed it. it wasn’t common for all the ares children, even clarisse, to like one person, sibling, mutually. yet y/n was that sibling.
she didn’t mind it. the eighteen year old was one of the oldest and made it her duty to keep everyone in check, even if that meant going against her easy way out — anger. her siblings often appreciated that despite not showing it, but sometimes clarisse had a lot to say.
this definitely wasn’t one of those times, though.
clarisse had just come by and helped y/n braid two of their younger sisters’ hair, the two chatting normally and without any apparent trouble.
then what in the world kept nagging her?
she kept sensing an odd aura around camp. maybe it was the gods’ doing. maybe.
sighing, she sat on the cabin floor, watching as the last of her brothers walked out. she began tying her laces, fixing the tongue on her boots. her instincts picked up as she heard soft crunches from the side of the cabin. grabbing her sword, she walked out diligently, observing the area around her and positioning the sword towards the crunches. she carefully examined the reflection, absolutely no sight of anyone. stiff, she shrugged off her unease, heading down the paths and to her clearing.
the clearing had a waterfall cascading at the heart, a sparkling little pool in the centre. for nine in the morning, the earth was still dewy and the crisp scent of the woodlands surrounded her senses.
inhaling deeply, y/n stepped towards her favourite boulder and slid her shirt off. one by one, she stripped down until she was in her bikini, and fixed her locks to be appropriate for swimming. once ready, she slowly dipped her foot in, the coolness of the water pulsing through her body and sending a jolt within her. 
a mere moment later, y/n was wading in the water, beginning to take laps around the pool. she always had a surge of energy in water that always made her wonder if she was actually poseidon’s daughter — of course, she wasn’t, but maybe she had to thank him for her love of water. maybe. maybe it was just her and the gods really didn't impact her.
submerging underneath, the girl opened her eyes and scanned the bottom. on her lucky days, she’d find little pearls the nymphs would leave behind. she'd have to personally thank them one day. her growing collection was all towards making special beads for campers who’d been there for a significant amount of time, symbolizing their individuality. she was thinking of giving annabeth and luke one to add to their necklaces before all else.
squinting, y/n saw a shimmering area in the corner. charging towards it, she picked it up and examined it with her hands; the water was getting rather hazy. these pearls were heavier, and with more texture than she’d ever felt.
smiling to herself, she carefully held it within her palms, swimming further up and merging out of water. she felt the sun shining on her, and she braced for the sudden light adjustment.
and then the sun was gone.
her brows furrowed, and y/n cracked open an eye, glancing towards where she felt the sun mere moments ago. instead of trees and simple clouds, she saw a lean figure wearing an orange shirt and khaki cargos, arms folded across their chest. she knew those arms.
“gods, what are you doing here?” y/n questioned, slightly lowering herself into the water and staring at the male before her.
he stifled a chuckle, his signature smirk playing on his lips. “what? can’t a guy be with his girlfriend?”
“luke,” she warned, “didn’t we agree to not be around each other unless we actually had a plan to sneak off?”
the curly haired boy shrugged. “like that’ll stop me.”
“luke, c’mon. if anything, we can’t have anyone find out like this.”
he shook his head, “they won’t know a thing.” he nodded towards annabeth’s cap. 
y/n had to admit, his desperation to be with her in any way was the most adorable and hot thing she’d ever witnessed. “did you at least ask her for it?”
“yes ma’am.”
y/n smiled toothily, wading towards the edge and climbing out. luke watched her every move, enthralled by her beauty. he wasn’t sure how he even convinced her to go on that first date, considering she had a knee on his chest and a sword to his neck. too bad he’s the best swordsman and pinned her down next. 
how could she say no after that?
she found him quite intriguing as well.
luke followed his girl as she went over to the boulder, grabbing her towel and gently drying herself off. he headed up behind her, taking the towel from her arms and drying her back off for her. 
“that still hasn’t healed,” he noted, tracing the scar on her shoulder blade. y/n’s body melted at his touch, and the chills she felt were replaced with flames. 
“yeah,” she whispered as luke softly turned her around, wrapping the towel around her body. he brought her body closer to his, putting his index to her chin and tilting her head up.
“you know, i could admire you all day.”
“and why is that?”
he laughed, “with that sexy soul and sweet hobby of collecting pearls, how could i not?”
y/n felt her cheeks grow hot, a soft grin making its way to her face. “i could say the same, pretty boy.”
"who are you giving those pearls to?"
"if i said who, wouldn't the surprise be ruined?" she quirked, tilting her head to the side a little. "eh, word on the street keeps mentioning the best swordsman."
luke smirked, satisfied with her answer, his black hair gleaming in the sly sunlight. y/n cupped the left side of his face, tracing her fingers on the scar to his right. their eyes couldn’t leave one another’s, an enigmatic energy floating amongst them.
“i want to kiss you,” luke’s voice was lower than before, his grip tightening around her waist.
“do it,” y/n mustered up, fluster traversing through every bone in her body. 
without second thought, luke pressed the girl against his body, capturing her lips. y/n’s fingers trailed to his hair, tugging at the curls as their lips intwined passionately.
the teenagers yearned for each other, their love enveloping around them as they remained  in their locked position. luke’s lips were as light as a feather but had a hold on y/n that she was sure no other could.
breathless, the two pulled away for a moment before luke pulled her in again for a quick, feverish kiss. “i love you,” he rasped, staring deep into her riveting eyes.
“i love you, luke.”
their admiration could only grow from there. 
or so they thought.
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good to me, part two | joel miller x f!reader
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pairing: gynecologist!joel miller x female!reader rating: 18+ explicit word count: 3.7k
summary: when the results of your pap turn up inconclusive, you once again find yourself in dr. miller's office. warnings etc: [NO OUTBREAK] doctor/patient shenanigans, smut for real, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), medical kink, reader has anxiety, literally just getting a pap smear (again) and all that entails, dirty talk, pet names, sexual tension, competency kink, praise kink, panty kink, squirting, glove kink, one (1) pov swap, reader is described as wearing a dress. no use of y/n. disclaimer: obviously i am not a gynecologist ya'll so i make no guarantees that the language used here will be one hundred per cent accurate. this is wish fulfillment, not medical school. anyway this is just supposed to be a bit of silly, horny fun so pls just take it for what it is or scroll on by if it's not your thing thank you love you bye
a/n: thank you to everyone who showed part one so much love. you're all too good to me.
special thanks to @knopes-waffles for mining the depths of pinterest to find some pictures for this instalment. i love you!
part one | part three
You cannot believe you're here again.
Cowering under doctor's office lighting barely a week after your mortifying appointment with Dr. Miller. An appointment you can't seem to forget - no matter how hard you try.
His hands, his lips, his delicate touch, the feel of his hard cock pressing into your stomach...you can't shake him. Even if his hasty departure had left you humiliated and worse, unsatisfied.
When you'd touched yourself that night, you'd thought of paper sheets beneath you, gloved fingers opening you up, a low drawl telling you, good job, darlin', doin' so good...
And you know, you know that when that damned receptionist had called to tell you, "Dear, we're so sorry, your results were inconclusive. There's no need to panic, but we'll need to have you back," you should have just said no, found another doctor so you never had to show your face in that office again. Only then she'd said, "Dr. Miller is still in, are you okay to see him again?"
And despite your better judgment, you'd found yourself agreeing, a little too enthusiastic at the prospect of seeing him again. Maybe your...outburst hadn't scared him as much as you'd thought. Surely if he hadn't put you on a medical no-fly list, what you'd done couldn't have been...that bad. Right?
No, it was bad. It was very bad. You know that. But it occurs to you, the longer you sit nervously in the same examination room where you'd kissed him last week, that maybe that's exactly what you'd liked about it.
You're more daring this time, or perhaps just more practical, donning a simple sundress and a flouncy pair of lace underwear - mostly for confidence. You know he won't see them.
Your foot taps anxiously against the tiled floor until a light knock finally comes at the door, and Dr. Miller is stepping through, clipboard in hand.
You audibly gasp at the sight of him. He wears no white coat today, just an ivory button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, thick, tanned forearms glowing even in fluorescent overhead lighting. His salt-and-pepper curls are loosely combed back out of his face, and whereas last week he'd entered the room with a sweet half-smile, today his features are hard, eyes cast downward at the files in his hand until the door is firmly shut behind him.
You watch with nervous exhilaration as he locks it.
Neither of you says a word as he places the clipboard on the desk beside you, turning his back to you to prepare his tools before going perfectly still, broad shoulders rising and falling as he sucks in a long breath.
Maybe the scolding is finally coming. You know you deserve it.
But then at last he turns to face you, striding towards you with slow, deliberate steps until he's close enough to touch, towering over you. You watch with bated breath as he extends a hand and gently cups your face.
You straighten at his touch, electricity coursing through you.
"On the bed, please," he whispers.
You want nothing more than to obey his command but -
"I'm still wearing my underwear," you protest, already breathless.
Dr. Miller just shakes his head, dropping his hand to step away from you and gesture towards the examination table.
He waits until you stand before nodding and turning away again, this time to take his place on the wheeled stool and rummage through a drawer by the foot of the bed. You warily perch yourself on the edge of the table, watching as Dr. Miller slowly slips a pair of blue latex gloves on. You swallow tightly at the familiar elastic snap, swinging your legs up on the bed in front of you and folding your hands in your lap.
"I'm sorry to make you do this all again," he says, his back still to you. "It was my fault your specimen was damaged. Got distracted and - "
"That's okay," you assure him honestly.
Dr. Miller chuckles, putting you at ease and taking you right back to last week, arousal sparking in your core in an instant.
"It's not," he contends, swivelling to face you with a soft smile. "But thank you for comin' back."
He places a hand on your ankle and you jolt at the touch, latex dragging across your flesh as he slowly glides his palm up your leg to your knee.
"Lie down," he breathes.
Your breath stutters and you do as he says, unfolding your spine down onto the paper sheet beneath you. Dr. Miller taps your shin gently.
"Little closer, darlin', you know the drill."
Fuck. You shimmy further down the bed, your knees curling upwards until you feel your toes hit the edge of the mattress.
"There ya go," Dr. Miller hums.
"I'm also sorry..." he continues, both hands now languidly sliding up the outsides of your legs till his fingers find the lace edge of your panties. "For how I left things last time - lift up for me, sweetheart."
Your heartbeat hammers in your ears, unflinchingly lifting your hips up off the table to let Dr. Miller pull your underwear down your thighs, up and over your knees to your ankles, past your feet where he finally lets them fall into a heap on the floor.
"Just caught me off guard, is all," he says, coaxing your knees apart with no resistance from you this time. Your sundress pools at your waistline, leaving your already wet pussy on full display for him once more.
"Fuck," he sighs, a sound almost pained.
You crane your neck to watch him staring openly at you, feeling yourself warm at his ravenous gaze.
"So you...you weren't mad at me?"
He tears his eyes from your pussy to shoot you a small half-smile. "Not at all. Couldn't stop thinkin' about you, actually."
"Me neither," you admit, returning his smile.
"Lie your head back," he tells you then.
It's nearly impossible to look away from him, but you work to obey his orders, letting your head fall into the mattress beneath you, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
"Gonna touch you now," he whispers, the same gentle warning he'd offered you last week.
"Please," you softly croak.
You hear his low chuckle and then you feel his hand trail up your inner thigh, taking his time as he inches towards your cunt.
"You know I have to ask..." he says, just as his fingers make contact with your folds, making you gasp, too loud. Whereas last time, he'd swiftly spread your lips apart and carried on with his work, this time he is slow, gently raking his digits from your hole to your clit, up and down, arousal squelching lewdly under his touch. "Have you been sexually active since your last visit?"
He's still absently running his fingers over your sex, so your responding, "No," escapes you in the form of a choked squeak.
"Didn't think so," Dr. Miller chuckles and now two fingers do spread you open, tracing wet patterns over your sensitive lips, setting your skin on fire as he touches everywhere but your clit. "Still just as wet for me."
"Mhm," you agree, not even bothering to deny it.
"Should make this easy, then," he murmurs, retracting his fingers to retrieve the speculum beside him. "Deep breath, now. Need ya nice and relaxed, darlin'."
Your chest rises and falls in a shaky breath as Dr. Miller nears your entrance with the shiny, metallic tool. Your eyes squeeze shut out of habit.
"Still with me?" he checks in.
"Yes."
He touches the end of the speculum to your hole, the cold making you flinch just as it had last time.
"I know, sweetheart, I know," Dr. Miller coos. "Just a little pressure now, okay?"
"Okay," you say through gritted teeth.
"I got you, I got you," he softly soothes, pushing the speculum into you in a practiced, careful motion. It aches, the discomfort unavoidable, and your muscles tighten instinctively at the intrusion.
"There..." he's humming as he adjusts the arms, opening you up for him and locking the nasty thing in place. "Y'alright?"
"Yes - yes, Dr. Miller."
He groans at that, a sound that goes straight to your cunt, your walls fluttering around the sharp, uninviting edges of the speculum.
"Goddamn," he whispers to himself as he turns to gather the spatula. You peek up at him, watch as he deftly preps the tiny tool and swivels back around to hunch between your open legs.
"This perfect fuckin' pussy..." he marvels, leaning in close to rest the fingers of his free hand at the hinge of your hip, nearing your opening with the spatula. You shiver with anticipation, your head once again falling back behind you.
"You must...see a lot of them," you muse breathily.
"I do," Dr. Miller confesses with a grin, his voice low. "Couldn't get yours outta my head, though."
At that, wetness pools around metal and your core aches with emptiness. Dr. Miller seems to notice.
"So needy," he hums. "Just beggin' for some attention, huh? Someone to make her feel good?"
"Dr. Miller - please - "
"Shh," he cuts you off and it's just as well, you suppose; you're not even sure what you're asking for anymore. "Gonna feel a little pinch, okay?"
"Okay - okay."
He moves quickly now, but no less gently, slipping the spatula inside you and scraping at your inner walls with a feather light touch, pulling back just as fast to stash away the sample.
"Alright, all done," he announces. "Stay still, now, baby."
Baby has your fucking head spinning but you do as he says, frozen where you lay as he makes quick work of loosening the arms of the speculum and carefully easing it out of your dripping hole, setting it aside along with your sample.
He's back on you in a flash, gloved hands finding your thighs and holding them open so you couldn't even move if you wanted to.
"Stay still," he repeats. "Wanna do somethin' for you."
"Please."
-
Tell me to stop, he thinks. Tell me to stop and I will.
Maybe part of him wishes you would put a stop to this before he crosses yet another line. Because he really shouldn't be doing this here, not when you're still so powerless on the bed before him, not a lover but a patient. Hell, he's got another appointment lined up in just ten short minutes - though, admittedly, he's certain it won't take him that long to give you what he's hoping to give you.
Of course, if he were a stronger man, he'd stop himself. But he's not, so he doesn't.
Instead, he leans into the apex of your thighs, your soaking cunt calling out to him like a siren, pulsing expectantly right before his eyes. God, you need this.
He knows better than to jump right in with the obvious. How much more there is to work with. He's spent his whole goddamn life studying this part of the human body, the keys to making it feel good no exception.
And you need to feel good.
So he starts with a tease, pressing his lips into your inner thigh, hearing your quiet gasp above him, the sweet sound egging him on as he drags his mouth along your skin towards your core, licking his lips before planting a tender kiss against your folds.
"Oh," you whimper quietly, a breathy little noise, laced with desire.
Perfect.
He moves his hands closer, thumbs spreading you open so can see your tight, leaking hole and your aching, puffy clit. He breathes you in for a moment, lips hovering over your heat before his tongue darts out to lightly trace your entrance. His eyes slip closed at the taste of you, salty-sweet and warm against his tongue as he begins to lap at you in wide, sweeping strokes. You're squirming now, slick gathering on his tongue - just as he'd expected.
It's all about the build-up. He knows this.
"Taste so good, baby," he tells you earnestly, placing another wet kiss over your lips before pulling away.
"Dr. Miller - please," you whine, voice rising in volume as your desperation grows. "Don't stop."
"Shh, m'not," he assures you. "Stay quiet for me, though, okay?"
He reaches up to grip your hand against the paper sheet, squeezing down in a silent reminder.
"Mhm," you nod frantically, clamping your free hand down over your mouth. He smiles.
"S'Joel, by the way," he whispers. "My name."
Your breath hitches behind your hand and at last, he presses forward, closing his lips around your needy clit. He begins with patient little flicks of his tongue, up and down over the pearly bud. Your breathing quickens then, huffed hot through your nose and Joel smirks against you, eager to give you more.
He flattens his tongue as he begins to work over your clit in broad, languid circles and god, you like that, if the clenching of your stomach muscles and the binding grasp you have on his hand are anything to go by. So he applies more pressure, all while maintaining that same even pace as he swirls his tongue around your most sensitive spot.
It's something far too many men get wrong, he's learned. Harder doesn't mean faster. Gentle doesn't mean soft. It's all about intent, patience, attention to detail.
It doesn't hurt that he loves it.
It's why he's in no rush as he moves his lips lower to tongue at your hole again, plastering his mouth over your folds to reverently make out with your pussy. He knows the warmth can be stifling, a hot mouth closed over a hot cunt, knows it must feel all the more dizzying to feel his nose prodding at your clit as he daringly presses the tip of his tongue inside you.
Sure enough, your hips rise up off the bed to meet his mouth, a whimper getting caught behind your hand when it drives his tongue deeper into you. Joel hums his approval, sucking at the slick that pools at your core in response.
You're so fucking sweet.
He reaches up to press your hips down, never unlatching his mouth from you as he resumes his place over your clit. Only then does he increase the pace of his ministrations, now that he can tell you're starting to fall apart.
He just wants to try one more thing.
He pulls away from your cunt with a wet pop and you whine in protest, your eyes snapping open, wide and blown-out with lust. He pays it no mind; you'll be thanking him a second.
He untangles his hand from yours to swipe his gloved fingers over your soaking folds, watching you twitch as he grazes your clit, so sensitive. Then he focuses, touching the tip of his middle finger to your hole before slowly sinking it inside.
In his periphery, he sees your head fall back into the mattress.
"Yeah, that's it," he encourages you quietly, pumping his digit in and out until slick coats the latex. "You want more, baby?"
He sees you nod, hears you hum something that sounds like yes and it's all the encouragement he needs to add a second finger alongside the first. You cover your mouth with both hands now, fighting to contain a moan at the stretch. Joel smiles. He'd love to hear what you sound like when you're not trying to be quiet, to discover all the sweet noises he could draw from you.
Luckily, Dr. Joel Miller doesn't need words to know when he's on the right track.
Because now his fingers are searching, curling and beckoning inside you while his eyes scan your face, watching for the moment you -
"Hmmmm!"
There it is, he thinks, while the tips of his gloved fingers nudge at that spongy spot inside you and a series of high pitched sobs turn to muffled sighs against your palms. Your thighs quiver beside his head while your walls clench around him, confirming what he already knows to be true.
"Feels good, don't it?" he coos lowly. "Right there?"
You drop one hand from your face to clutch at his curls, tugging softly, pulling him in closer.
"Yeah?" he whispers, pressing forward to ghost his lips over your clit again, fingers still expertly working your g-spot. "I got you."
And he does. His mouth engulfs your clit and now he swirls his tongue over it in deliberate little circles, harder and faster than before, chasing your release now. His free hand sprawls out on your tummy, feeling it flex and loosen with each pulse of your walls around his fingers.
Should he make you squirt? He knows he could, if he just pressed down a little right above your mound, if he kept prodding at your g-spot and sucking at your clit the way he is right now. Already he can feel wetness dribbling over his knuckles, the fist you have knotted in his hair yanking hard enough to make his eyes water - all the telltale signs of a powerful impending climax.
Maybe not here, he decides, softening the press of his palm on your lower belly and instead sliding it up under your dress to roll one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
And - fuck, that seems to have its desired effect. You cant your hips into his mouth as the squeaks catching in your throat begin to rise in pitch.
He hums against you, long and low, his eyes fluttering closed. Savouring you, because he knows it won't be much longer now.
A few more precise circles of his tongue and your body is seizing up beneath him, walls pulsating around his fingers. He doesn't let up his efforts as you come, drawing it out, taking care to make sure it lasts as long as possible. You tremble, shake with the force of it, thoroughly silent as release rolls over you, but Joel still knows. You do gush for him, just a little, warm liquid trickling down into his palm as he coaxes out the final waves of your orgasm.
He doesn't stop till he feels your muscles slacken and you're clawing at his scalp and while he'd love to keep going, to make you come again and again and again...he notes the hour on the clock on the wall and knows this is neither the time nor the place.
So he heeds your wishes, retracting his mouth first and then, slowly, his fingers. He removes his drenched gloves and tosses them in the trash, watching you carefully as you finally free your mouth from behind your hand to sit up.
"Fuck," you pant weakly, scooting hurriedly down the bed to meet him at the edge of it. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into an endearingly appreciative kiss.
You moan when he licks into your mouth to let you taste your come and all at once, his own desire catches up with him, feeling his cock strain behind the zipper of his trousers. He stands, kicks the wheeled stool out of the way and takes your face in his hands, hinging at the waist to kiss you deeper while you bow your spine to do the same.
Fuck, he wants you. A thousand different ways and a thousand different times. Your fingers begin to fumble with the buckle of his belt, arousal punching him hard in the gut but he knows -
It's neither the time nor the place.
"Shit, wait, baby," he sighs, sounding unconvincing, even to himself. Still, he fights to regain control. He pries your hands off him and places them at your sides, chuckling at the sight of you pouting up at him. He cringes internally when he remembers how shocked and dejected you'd looked when he'd left you last week - he won't do that again.
"Please," you beg softly and he almost caves - almost.
"Not here, sweetheart," he soothes, his hands once again cupping the sides of your face, thumbs stroking lightly over your cheekbones.
"Then where?" you press him and he chuckles.
He traces the slope of your lips with his fingers, memorizing the shape of you.
"Did I make you feel good?" he asks, already knowing the answer.
You nod.
"Do you want me to make you feel good again?"
"Please," you repeat, your voice oozing need.
He bends to press his lips to yours again - not quite a kiss, but something more like a promise. He swallows, reining himself in as he reaches behind him to grab a card off the desk. His card.
"Call me," he tells you as he turns back to face you, holding it out to you with one hand while he uses the other to gently stroke your hair. You stare up at him doe-eyed as he speaks, his tone all measured and even. "Let me take you out on a proper date, yeah? Bring you back to my place and show you all the ways I can make you feel good. What do you think about that, sweetheart?"
It'll be better that way, he thinks - for him and for you.
"Okay," you whisper, keeping your eyes on his face as you take the card from his outstretched hand.
Joel hums, leans in to kiss you one more time and then finally steps back. He straightens out his collar and runs a hand through his hair, scrubs a hand over his face and feels his scruff is still sticky-wet with your release. He smiles to himself when he thinks of how the scent of you will be trapped in his moustache while he tends to all his other patients today.
He collects his things and just about makes it to the door before he notices your underwear still bunched up on the tiled floor. He crouches to pocket them without giving it a second thought.
When he turns to face you this time, your face is all awed, mouth agape and eyes wide, fingers loosely clutching his card. He nods towards it with one hand on the doorknob.
"Call me," he says again. "M'serious."
"I will," you promise him, nodding fervently.
"Good," he winks, and despite how desperately he wishes he could stay, Joel steps through the door with one final steadying breath, leaving you behind - at the very least, more sated than last time.
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