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favourite poems of april
daniel nyikos potato soup
mary oliver when death comes
walt whitman leaves of grass:Â âwhoever you are holding me now in handâ
kazim ali refuge temple
d.a. powell republic
toi derricotte natural birth:Â ânovemberâ
cathy song the age of reptiles
dante émile sharing a cigarette with joan of arc
rigoberto gonzalez other fugitives and other strangers:Â âthe strangers who find me in the woodsâ
mary oliver new and selected poems:Â âthe summer dayâ
d.a. powell chronic:Â âcontinental divideâ
kahlil gibran the seven selves
franz wright night walk
mary oliver the black snake
martha collins day unto day:Â âover timeâ
ada limón the bird knows he is going to die and wishes not to (recommended to me by @craigslistening <33)
aish (@sapientes) rubinâs vase
tom pickard nectarine
alicia ostriker song
d.a. powell the expiration date on the world is not quite the same as the expiration date on my prophylactic
james dickey the whole motion: collected poems 1945-1992:Â âthe strength of fieldsâ
everett owens strength from a mountain
denise levertov o taste and see: new poems:Â âthe secretâ
david st. john the place that inhabits us:Â âpeach firesâ
robinson jeffers their beauty has more meaning
thomas centolella almost human:Â âthe hope i knowâ
elizabeth willis address:Â âin strength sweetness
amiri baraka s o s: poems 1961-2013:Â âtender arrivalsâ
mary oliver the black walnut tree
stephen spender new collected poems:Â âsongâ
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the true issue with getting these next two chapters of wyahmnih (whoever you are holding me now in hand) out is the pacing⊠i have my plot for ch13 absolutely down & i can write it all very very easily (did 3k words tonight alone) but the issue is how much do i keep & take away.
because iâm sure in the end youse donât care TOO much about all these events that are happening in quirrel & lemmâs solo experiences without each other for the first time in years. Obviously Big Character Development but also not ALL of it is relevant?? like for example, quirrel stays in a city & literally Nothing Important happens there so yknow.
i think the chapter with quirrel wouldâve automatically been harder anyway â as characters, i purposefully wrote quirrel to be a LOT more independent than lemm. but i have plans for him to honestly just grow a bit of a spine because he sticks up for others a lot, but i think he could do with more self respect. getting away from lemm was Just the beginning of that hurdle. clearly lemmâs âarcâ would be easier as itâs like⊠learning how to feel alive without quirrel there. (me as hell, could you tell i Might identify with lemm a wee bit)
but yea!!! itâs all fine. feel bad about taking so long to update but final year of college = my ass being kicked so hard. thx
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more rejuv things but its. its just this guy again, im sorry shes all i can draw
#everyday im like i wanna draw :] and then i just end up with this thing on the page#i refuse to draw hands holding. because i cannot and im too lazy to figure it out#oh yea a couple of these i havent posted before because theyre lame to me but ill put them here for now#anyways!!#i was gonna say something about a couple of these but i forgot#oh well#pokemon rejuvenation#does she. lose her ribbon in blacksteeple. i forgot#she still has it to me..#to me her c15 hair tie is a torn part of the ribbon#anyways again. yesterday i finally figured out what the rejuvrp is. very cool stuff im so incredibly intrigued by it#i have no idea whats going on! but it looks so cool ill try to read it more later.#oh right again about the rejuvrp thing. the character designs ive seen are so so so cool i want to draw them so bad#i think i have to ask about that first though and there is! no way i am going to do that!!! i do not want to bother them#and i think my heart would explode from the fear of it all before i even typed the message.#that and im very lazy! theres a very good chance i wouldnt even draw it in the first place#anyways unrelated but i think if i get another comment from someone on something i Will Actually Explode.#i see someone said something and it kills me on the daily. what is happening... thank you.. i appreciate it very much...#sorry to whoever read all of that. um. hi youre really cool and i hope you have a good day/night#i think being on twitter has done something to me i have to leave it immediately. anyways back to twitter#wait actually i should go back to playing rejuv. im still in the grove from when i first posted the gym leader melia au. im afraid to leave#also play pokemon rejuvenation no i will not stop saying that everytime i post one of these
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Of my 2% capacity to be attracted to anyone, my type is like 90% women, 5% pretty men and 5% men you would swear are super fucking manly, and never questioned being straight and cis, but are now suddenly *stressed* that they can't figure out why their attraction to me [fully socially interpreted as a woman and labelled that way up until relatively recently] feels incredibly fucking gay
#you are a straight man correct? Yes. Attracted to someone you view as a woman correct? Yes... But you are afraid that makes you gay?#Afraid is a strong word but also stop asking stupid questions#The end result is I tend to date a lot of men who either then realize they are women or bi or gay and I am there when they are taking out#the messiest parts of that on whoever they are with at the time#and on one hand it means I created a space that made them feel safe enough to self examine#but on the other hand I'm their last stop when the fallout hits#OR they just realize they find the expectations put on them for masculinity to be really oppressive even negligent or abusive#I would say I need to adjust my strategy and stop trying to 'woo' men the same way I don't actually -flirt- with women#but I have already solved this problem by refusing to date ever again#The retrospective is funny though#The problem is I am attracted to men in a gay way and to women in a gay way but no one tells you the consequence of that and looking#like a pretty butch is that it really confuses the straight guys#Like why is this guy who's usually hmmm... as dom and masc as you would imagine suddenly in my lap and red and having entire feelings#about the way I am holding his hip? He doesn't knoww either and he's really pressed about it#And that thing messy lesbians do where they act jealous of you and also like they want to fuck you at the same time that looks like a red#flag from hell? Imagine dragging that out of unsuspecting straight guys -menTM-#They don't know why they are acting like that around me either but it's going to go one of two ways#either it will seem overtly threatening and aggressive to everyone involved including themselves or they'll have enough social sense#and tact to be playful about it but still not be sure if they are flirting or whether they like me at all#I have patience for one of those and unfortunately[?] it's the guy who's in my lap looks like he's being tortured and can't find his footin#not the guy telling me how much he's going to beat my ass at some game and I am going to like it or some macho bullshit#And I will be oblivious for the first 50% of it#because if there are gods they are cruel#He never realized he's actually the little spoon be nice and give him a minute#He can't tell me he likes me if he doesn't know he likes me but I opened a jar for him and asked him about his feelings and now he's warm#I actually ended up never dating many women at all because of weird lesbian mixed signals and things#At least not while they were women#I don't flirt or make friends I just decide that people are mine and start taking care of them [while respecting their autonomy and shit]#and I am starting to think this is how I make problems for myself#yes I am playing 5-d chess with gender and am now a he/they but it is not what it is cracked up to be
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its quiet. its really dark in here. my eyes are closed and i tied my sweater around my head for good measure. its so cramped. its okay. im okay.
@mirrormannequin
listen.
#[lucy is curled up in a tiny secret nook in mordred. curled up in the same pose as she died in.]#[her hands are clasped together. she holds her hands to her thudding heart. she prays.]#baron. the answer to the riddle. you said i have it.#i was right. i didnt send it the right way.#know im praying it. im praying it.#i love you. we pushed too hard. i love you too. change can come slow. i love you. you can be anything.#we are going to end this now. i love you. i was here before but im not letting it happen again.#i was here before. im not here anymore.#i love you. change can come slow. i love you. your stepmom is the goddess of conviction and she loves you too.#your mother may be the goddess of doubt but i fucking refuse to doubt you#my baron. my baron. come back.#i love you. you can change slow. you can be whoever you want forever.#please. please please please#babys breath and pitcher plants.#chocolate cake and cartoons.#ill write you a thousand poems ill sing you a thousand songs.#ill pray it ill say it ill scream it#if you need me to give myself up i will.#come home. come back. please.#it cant happen again. i cant be here again.#you saved me from seeing him. you made mirrors good.#please.#i love you
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I work as the person in an amusement park who watches the children who get lost. Hereâs some advice. This also applies to any mentally disabled adults that are under your care. Keep in mind that many places will not look for a minor ages 13-17 unless it is close to closing or they are disabled, as corporate considers it a strain on resources and employee use.
1. Teach them your phone number. Best gift you can give them. Iâm not supposed to have my phone out at work but I can cut down dependentâs being-lost-time by probably 400% if I can contact you. It also assures the children That We Are Doing Something and that They Are Helpful and Smart. If your dependent has a poor memory, apparently writing your phone number in sharpie and then covering it in nail polish makes it stay all day, even if theyâre sweaty or getting in the water. I havenât tested this but Iâve heard a lot of moms recommend it. Iâve also seen bracelets with little plates or the beads saying the phone number.
Addendum: your dependent may tell you that they know your phone number, but they actually only know your passcode. True story. This summer has been a lot better, but last summer exactly one child the entire season knew his momâs phone number.
2. Acknowledge that dependentâs memories are faulty, especially in new places. If you tell them to meet you in X spot or that your stuff is all in Y place, they may not remember where it is or remember how to get there.
3. All dependents, but especially little ones, have shit time sense. They might find your stuff, wait there for a minute or two, and truly believe that theyâve been there for an hour. Half the small kids that are brought to me are ones who *know* where their stuff is, but havenât seen an adult they know personally in 5 minutes, so theyâre going to panic.
4. Donât take naps!!! And donât let your dependent go anywhere you canât go or at least go where you catch them at the end!!! Yes youâre staring at the play structure your dependent entered, but can you see them? No? Then thereâs a good chance they went elsewhere. So many of the littler kids that are brought to me are brought by genuine, good-hearted strangers who see lost children and take them by the hand. Away from the spot youâre napping in front of/staring vaguely at.
5. This might just be something from my work, but we will not call dependentâs descriptions over the loudspeaker. This is because if an asshole were to see your dependent, hear the description, know itâs a lost dependent, and decide to steal it, they can then use the excuse, âI know where your guardian is! Come with me!â And then lead them out of the park or toss the dependent over their shoulder. Do you know how many crying and screaming dependents leave the location every day? A lot!!! Weâre a fun location!!! Weâre not going to know if the dependent is screaming because they donât want to leave or if a stranger is taking them away. We might call the description over the loudspeaker if itâs past closing time and the dependent still isnât found. But before that, we will only report it over secure radios across the park.
6. Tell a park worker right away. Preferably someone with a radio. Even if you spot the dependent within the next minute, that means the dependent will have less being-lost time. Especially if we already have the dependent with, you guessed it, me. Also please tell us when you find the dependent.
7. Take a picture of your depdendent at the start of the day! That way security guards can have a good idea of what to look for. One mother told me her daughter was blonde and showed me a picture. Her hair color looked brown to me, but then I knew what to look for in the crowd.
8. Keep at least one person in your group in one spot at all times, especially if you donât have access to your phone or forgot to give out your phone number to the guards. That way they can find you if they pick up the dependent. If you are the only person in your group, then PLEASE stay in one place or at least stay with ONE security guard. It sucks for the dependent if they canât find you right away even if the both of you are looking for each other and a guard is helping them. You are NOT helping if you panic and run around. And keep your goddamn phone on you and answer calls from unknown numbers!!!!! God. This is a good time to do that.
9. If you lose your dependent in an attraction like the lazy river at a water park, and you have that ONE person staying in place, then this is what you can do with 1+ mobile people.
A. If only one person can be spared to be mobile, have them pick a spot and stay right there, watching the river go by. Eventually, if the dependent is in the river, theyâll go by.
B. If you have two people that can be mobile, both start at the same place in the river and go opposite directions. If you meet up again without spotting the dependent, well, theyâre not there.
C. If you have more than 2 people, you can do B but also station different adults at the lazy river entrances/exits.
10. Donât blame the dependent! Even if they ran away and/or are pissy that youâre upset once you all reunite, trust me, thereâs a 99% chance theyâre upset too. Yes, this is a good time to have a serious conversation with them. Yes, if this is a repeated problem, and/or you warned them youâd leave the park if this occurred, you should not back down. But also - theyâre dependents. Theyâre not stupid, and they should be told consequences and dangers so they can make good decisions, but they will never have the adult/guardian perspective that you do. Be kind.
Also please for my sake teach them if theyâre brought to someone like me, that itâs THEIR job to be safe and listen to me while us park workers look for you. Itâs YOUR job to find the dependent, not the dependentâs job to find you. I had a six year old little girl genuinely toddler-howl at me because she wanted to go look for her mom. Iâve never before heard a kid her age howl like that. I can trick kids out of crying 9/10 times but howling came as a surprise lmao. I think I can manage it now that Iâve experienced it but damn.
Also make sure those kids are DRINKING. Being in a water park is NOT the same as drinking water. They should be drinking every 15 minutes at LEAST, I am NOT kidding.
Also if I call you to tell you your kid is here, please donât call or text me back after you have the kid. Iâm sure other places have phones for these types of things but the only one I have is my personal phone. And I am happy to get the kid off my hands and into your arms, but Iâm using my personal phone so plz. Donât call me back. Absolutely call me if you need directions to my âofficeâ in the park. Donât call or text me after. I have stories about that hoo boy but this post is already long.
#I am not exaggerating when I say howling#not in a wolf way more like a howler monkey if you have no idea what human toddler cries sound like#I like kids of all ages but thereâs a reason why#Iâm not going to teach elementary school#I am the person in the *place I work* where if a kid is lost#the staff brings the kid to me until the parents are found#so like. Iâm never going to see these kids at their best#I wish I could just hug them but Iâm barely allowed to hold their hand if Iâm escorting them to get water#this time of year their emotions are heightened by the fact that theyâre almost certainly dehydrated#but if theyâre a flight risk I do NOT want to risk losing the kid#so I have to wait until#a coworker comes by to get them some water sometimes#the howler girl = this kid#this kid was reunited with her mom without too much time going by thank god#she was a huge fucking flight risk omg#she desperately wanted to go find her mom and Iâm like#GIRL you are the lost six year old ITS YOUR MOMâS JOB TO FIND YOU!!! Your job is to stay safe!!!#and color this pretty picture oh god please look back at the coloring page instead of calling upon the hounds of hell#I like to assure every kid that is brought to me that#1. momâs (or whoever) not going to leave without you (sometimes this is a lie judging from the parents.still very important to tell kids thi#2. they did the right thing asking for an adultâs help#3. as they are literally a kid itâs not their fault theyâre lost (again a little debatable with the older kids but still theyâre minors)(so#I tell them all this)#4. itâs their job to stay safe while we find your mom#5. now do you want some water?#itâs more obvious in the pale kids but Iâve had so many Black and Brown kids come up to me the last couple days looking positively pink#those kids needed water. so I try to get everyone water#it pisses off my coworkers but idgaf. everyone has a legal right to water in this state esp in the summer#and even if they didnât#fuck you Iâm stealing it. these kids need water
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oh my god who was gonna tell me as yet unsent was Like That oh my god oh my god
#tlt#/pos btw but Iâm also viscerally sad#I get jodybeth shippers now I FUCKING GET IT#âyou were holding my hand and saying youâd stay with me until it was all overâ FUCKKK ME IM SOBBING#also the âIanthe just invited whoever babs didnât want to see at the timeâ like is so funny like ofc she did#I have jodybeth brainrot and Iâm afraid itâs terminal
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Rereading Leaves of Grass for various reasons and goddamn I forgot how horny passionate Whitman can get
#yammering#whats that? you want me to. shove this poem down my pants? well if you insist Walt#(horribly paraphrasing part of Whoever You Are Holding Me Now In Hand)#(but how the fuck else am i supposed to feel when i read the line 'or. if you will. thrusting me beneath your clothing)
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"Um, Chrom, do you have a minuteâŠ?" despite the hesitance in their voice and the Sage's book being held closely against their chest, they still meet his gaze. "UmâŠwhat is it to be a leaderâŠto you?"
"Akira," he turned to meet the sage's direction, an easy smile curled his lips but soon his features turn a bit into the concern zone. Akira was acting weird. Did something happen?
"Of course, what can I do for you?" giving his friend all the attention he needs. To the question, Chrom's shoulders relaxed a bit. That kind of 'trouble'. Hmm ... he had been there, and still kind of.
"A leader you say? Hm ..." crossing his arms, he took a moment to ponder about his answer. to be honest, the answer is clear but sometimes what is clear for him, is not clear to others, right?
"I always say that a leader must never rest, never surrender and most of all never stop learning but I feel like I had outgrown that saying. A leader is a human; you need to rest--stopping is not wrong, what is wrong is that you stay in the same spot for so long that you surrender to what's around you. A leader must be someone who can know what he is doing, and if he feels like he is lacking in some aspect, enlist the help of good comrades to give him advice when needed."
He paused for a moment, thinking about how hard he was on himself when he was younger--striving to be perfect, to be of use, to be strong and capable so he can help his big sister.
"There is no wrong with relying on others, Akira. Your friends and close aids are there to help you find the path you want. They will help you when you fall down. They will help you when you lose sight of yourself. A leader would be someone who would appreciate these people and be honest about his shortcomings; no one is perfect, no? I, for a fact, count on my right hand and chief tactician to help me figure some things at times."
Chrom takes a couple steps forward, toward Akira, gently resting a hand on his shoulder. "Whenever you are lost, find your friends. They'll show you the way to be a good leader, Sage-san. Trust in them."
unprompted | always accepting | @flovverworks
#flovverworks#verse. mahoyaku.||#ic.||#[yOU'RE GOOD TO ME WARS...SOBS....#[HOLDS AKIRA LIKE THE MOST FRAGILE AND PRECIOUS THING IN MY HANDS...HIM...#[chrom was like ah...i know that too fam...#[gAWD AKIRA IS JOINING THE BAKAPTAINS NOW??? GRAN LESS GOOOOOOOO#[god i love you and your muses bless your heart!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#[still thinking about chrom's huge development and im like....bruh...#[from GOTTA MAKE NO MISTAKE to ...ok life is....hard. i will do my best in that day to achieve what i can and help whoever i can#[bruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh#[but he still has that NOOOO I GOTTA HELP EVERYONEEEEEE!!!!!#[and then frederick comes to slap the shit out of him and tell him that even marth couldnt so shut the fuck up blueladv0.2
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prisoner! sukuna x psychologist! reader
⧠synopsis: youâve been assigned to the supposed most âdangerousâ prisoner, sukuna. but what happens when you two start to fall for each other instead?
⧠cw: smut, quick paced, semi public sex, risky sex, choking, kissing, pussy eating, blow jobs, breeding, creampie, fingering, orgasm denial, dirty talk, age gap
⧠wc: 4.7k
⧠a/n: i am not a doctor and i am especially not specialized in psychology. i have made up all of this. also donât sleep with murderers unless itâs sukuna
Your heels clicked loudly on the stained prison tiles. The echo of your soft footsteps trailing along the narrow walls of the enclosed hallway.
Sukuna.
That was the prisoner you were assigned to. A man who had killed more people than youâd met in your entire life as a doctor, a psychologist at that. So youâd met a lot of people.
Two guards trailed closely behind you, glaring warningly at the inmates who smirked as you walked past the line of cells. A collection of whistles and cheers sounding at the mere sight of a woman as attractive as yourself.
How long had it been since theyâd seen one after all.
âHey Doc⊠you sure you wanna take this case.. i mean, i donât doubt ya or anything but this one.. heâs bad. Dangerous.â
âNow what kind of doctor would i be if i feared a little danger. Heâs still a patient.â You smiled, ignoring the way your hairs stood as you were led deeper into the institution. The part where they held those deemed a danger to society.
Those who had a no chance of even seeing sunlight again.
You were nervous, your heart thumping loudly in your chest when you scanned your surroundings. There werenât any cells. There were only.. rooms. Fully enclosed rooms with a singular window for passing food.
Every part of your being begged for you to turn around and run. To not even interact with whoever sat on the other side of that door. And you froze when bright red eyes pierced into yours. The rest of his face casted behind a dark shadow as his head tilted back. Giving you sight to the small smirk creeping onto his features.
âDoc, i really think that-â It was the other guard who spoke up. Both of them holding nothing on their features but fear. It was clear that they never even bothered with Sukuna. The rumors had been enough to make every guard turn a blind eye.
âHey, itâs fine. Okay? This is what i do.â It really was. The guard gave you a curt nod and a sigh when you clasped both his hands in your smaller one. Offering him a reassuring nod.
âIf anything happens, us and about five others are stationed close. Good luck Doc.â
You gave him a small thanks, your head held high as the door was pulled open roughly. Revealing a pink haired man who sat on his bed against the walls, his eyebrow raising when you dared to step inside. Nodding to the guard to close the door.
You might as well have been a dead woman.
âYouâre scared.â His deep voice rung out, keeping his eyes on you as you pulled out a small chair that was tucked away near the sink.
âAnd how do you know, Sukuna?â Your tone was steady, letting out a breath when the shakiness you felt wasnât reflected in your voice.
Sukuna hummed, his smirk widening when you spoke to him like a normal being. To stuttering, no harshness. Just your sweet voice saying his name. âI can smell it, Doc.â He loved the way you tried to hide your squirm under his gaze.
âSo, Sukuna. Tell me something about yourself.â You steered away from his accusation, holding eye contact even when he leaned forward. Taking you in from head to toe. You were hot, he liked that. You seemed to like being confident too. And God did you smell fucking delicious.
He wanted to eat you alive.
Break you.
Use you.
He really did. But you were so fascinating, and heâd only just met you. Who knew how entertaining you could be.
âIâve killed people.â He was blunt, eyes almost begging you to keep asking these ridiculous questions. It was making his cock twitch.
âWell Sukuna, that is common knowledge, donât ya think? I wanna know something else.. tell me a secret hmm?â You leaned forward with a smile, elbows rested on your knees as you looked to him for a response.
He reciprocated your actions, leaning forward until you felt his hot breath fan over your face. âA secret huh? Alright Doc..â he watched as your breathing sped up, using every strength in your body to not pull back. You were brave, he liked that. âI surprisingly donât wanna kill you right now.â
âIâm glad to hear that.â
âI said right now, didnât say anything about later.â He pushed away from you, one of his knees up to his chest when he leaned back against the concrete wall behind him. âLet me ask you, Doctor. Are you stupid?â
Your head tilted at where this was going. You were supposed to be the one asking the questions. But a conversation was two sided, this wouldâve made things easier. âIâd like to believe not. Why do you ask?â
âBecause you really think that if i try to kill you, some measly guards would come to your rescue.â He scoffed.
âBut you donât want to kill me. Thatâs all that matters.â
Fair.
Sukuna watched as you took a quick peek down at his files. There was something that you missed, that much was evident. âFinally found it huh?â
âI havenât found anything that i didnât see before.â You objected, glancing to the door with your lip hanging loosely between your teeth.
âDonât. Donât do that.â He demanded lowly, watching with lidded eyes as you let your plump bottom lip, slick after running your tongue over it, fall back into place. Sukuna breathed deeply, finally looking away from you as he swallowed hard. Closing his eyes with his head rested behind him.
There was something about you that he wanted a taste of. It was driving him crazy..er, âI never did anything to these other doctors. They were just weak. Got scared way too fast.â
âAnd what did you do to scare them away?â
âNothing.â He spat, âThey came in here acting all high and mighty, talked to me like i was beneath them. So i simply didnât bother to hide how much i wanted to strangle them. And somehow that makes me the bad guy right Doc?â
You shook your head, âNo, you have a right to respect too. They should never have treated you as unequals.â Lying was all in the job description.
âGood try Doc. But you and i both know thatâs a load of crap.â He finally peeled his eyes back open, and you couldnât help your mind from wandering to how attractive he was in the dim light. He was extremely built, and had the facial structure that made you clench your thighs. âNow, we gonna finish our game of twenty one questions or not?â
He was actually being cooperative.
âYes we are. How about i start?â
âIâll start.â There was no room for objection in his tone. âWhatâs your name?â
You contemplated whether to tell him or not, eventually letting it out with ease. Though you missed the small smile tugging at his lips when he muttered a small âcute.â
âMy turn, what was your childhood like?â You watched his face grow cold, a small glare being directed at anything in the room but you. âNext question.â
âSukuna..â
âI said next question. How old are you?â
You sighed, âIâm twenty eight.â His eyes widened, that was extremely young for a doctor. âIs there one good memory you have from before you killed for the first time?â
âI had twin kittens. Do you have a boyfriend?â
You were taken aback by the question, mouth opening and closing a few times before you chuckled. âNo. I do not have a boyfriend.â
âGood.â
You jumped when the door was yanked open, the guard eyeing Sukuna warily before nodded to you. âYour timeâs up, Doc.â
âOh, already? Could we get just a few more minutes?â
âYou know how dangerous he is Doc.. we canât risk it.â
âYou heard the man. Iâm dangerous, Doctor.â
You nibbled at your lips softly, and Sukuna fought a groan as you did exactly what he warned you not to. Standing up, you gave Sukuna a warm smile, the gesture making his stomach get all weird inside. âGoodbye until our next session Sukuna.â
He only hummed, the door being shut behind you as you were led away.
It was back to darkness.
There was more than enough light, sure. But it suddenly felt so empty without you there.
â
You couldnât keep Sukuna off your mind when you arrived home. A part of you just really wanted to figure him out. The other actually liked his company.
You mustâve been so sick in the head. Splashing your face with cold water as you mentally scolded yourself. What was wrong with you? He was a criminal.
â
The next morning you walked the path that you had taken the previous day to get to Sukuna. This time without the guards following you.
There was only one who stood outside of the door to let you in with a small nod of acknowledgement.
Sukunaâs head perked up at the familiar clicking of those heels you wore. His signature smirk on his face as he stared you down. âJust couldnât get enough huh Doc? Arenât you forgetting that iâm dangerous?â
You took a seat, no file in had this time. âGood morning Sukuna, how are you?â
âIf i said better now that youâre here, would that be clichĂ©?â
You laughed, an actual laugh. A sweet one that made his heart flutter the tiniest bit while blood rushed to his groin.
âItâs very good to see you too. How about we get started yeah?â You paused as you collected your thoughts. âYou seem to be heavily affected by people calling you.. dangerous. Why?â
âEverybody is dangerous. It just takes pushing at the right buttons to get it out of them. Half of the people here have done just as bad as i have yet iâm the only dangerous one. Makes so much sense right?.â
He shook his head. âTell me Doctor, do you really think i just happened to get caught? That i couldnât get out of this damn place if i wanted too? Hell, tell me you realize that i could drop a good twenty more bodies right here, right now.â
You shifted in your seat. âI think that you let yourself get caught because youâre tired. Because thereâs a small sense of peace you get from being in here. And i think that you arenât trying to leave because you donât want to.â
âYou almost had it Doc. See, i was well on my way out until you came. So i might stick around for just a little bit longer.â
Your heart fluttered, for you? Giving up on fighting the rational side of you as you continued to engage in conversation. Getting Sukuna to slowly open up to you more.
âDo you have any friends Sukuna?â
âI donât consider people friends. They just exist alongside me.â
âIf I asked you to be your friend, what would you say?â It was routine, but you really were curious.
âIâd say you came be whatever you want to be Doc.â
Another flutter.
âHave you ever been in love Sukuna?â
He was silent, jaw clenching as his gaze got harsh. âNext question.â
âWhat was she like?â
âI said next fucking question Doctor.â
âAnd i said, what was she like?â You leaned forward, pressing for him to answer the question.
âYouâre stubborn arenât you? I wonder what my hand would loom like around that pretty little neck.â He grinned, sharp teeth peeling from beneath his lips as he brought his face to yours. âShe was a lot like you.â
âWhat happened to her?â You knew how touchy that question wouldâve been.
âNothing. The bitch left.â
Oh.
âIâm sorry.â
He stared at you in confusion, âI never said she died.â
âYes. But thatâs only physically. When she broke your heart she died to you. And that hurts just as bad.â
He was silent, studying your eyes. Trying to get a read on you. âWhat else do you want to know Doc?â
You were getting somewhere.
Sukuna found you smart. Thought that you knew a lot. Found it hot how good you were at cracking him. But it pissed him off that the one thing you didnât seem to pick up was how much it hurt to watch you leave at the end of each session.
â
A week later had led to a Monday morning where you hadnât gone to the prison. You had quite an agenda for the day that could cost you your job if you didnât get it done.
That was something Sukuna was obviously clueless about. It was why he thought youâd just decided to up and go after he had just started liking to have you around. After heâd started opening up to you.
It was also why he was causing a fit. Yelling at guards to get you to him now. That he wanted to see you. Needed to see you. A line of men laying knocked out atop each other from being sent to âhandleâ the crazed prisoner.
Would you really not come back? Would you really abandon him? It seemed like that was common with the people he cared even the slightest for.
Sukunaâs fist met the wall near his bed, knuckles bloodied as he cracked into the hard surface. Chest heaving up and down heavily when his hands reached to tug at strands of pink.
He blinked when he heard the clicking of heels on the tiles. Immediately scowling at the unfamiliarity of them. âWho the fuck is this?â He growled through the small window.
âThis is Dr Smith, sheâs-â
âI donât fucking care who she is. Bring me my doctor. Now.â
â
Back at your flat, you dropped the piles of paper in front of you at the sound of your phone ringing.
It was a number you didnât have saved.
âHello, Doctor ___ speaking- yes? Oh my. I- i am so sorry. Yes, i will be there right away.â
What had you done?
You practically ran through the halls after parking outside the building. Finding many guards posted outside his door with guns in hand. Some of them spotting very black and blue eyes.
âYou can all go now.â You panted, it was clear that you had been in a hurry. âPlease.â
They all shared a look, finally walking away and allowing you to slowly open the door.
âWhere were you?â
âIâm really sorry Sukuna. I was so busy today and-â you gasped when a hand reached out to wrap around your neck. Slamming you into the wall behind you with his face buried in your neck.
Sukuna inhaled your floral scent, groaning to himself as his grip on your delicate skin tightened. âSo you just left me here today? Am i not as important as your other little patients? Is that it hmm?â
Deep down, you had hurt his feelings. And he couldnât help the way he clung to you as your hand lifted to his cheek. Turning his face to look down at yours.
âN-no i promise you. Youâre just as important as anyone else. I would have never missed our session if i didnât have to.â
âMake it up to me.â
It was the perfect opportunity.
âW-what?â
âStrip for me Doctor.â He let go of your neck, letting you catch your breath while looking up at him timidly.
âSukuna..â
âWhy so shy now doctor? We both know you want to.â
You shook your head, shrinking under his gaze with a protesting whisper. âI donât know what youâre talking about Sukuna. This is very unprofessionâ ahh.â
Sukuna brought his knee up between your thighs, pressing it into your clothed clit. His lips ghosted over your ear, hot breath fanning your skin as he breathed deeply. âYou can always leave if you want to. Iâm used to that after all.â
You shifted on your feet when your back arched. A small whine leaving your mouth when he pulled away from you and gestured to the door.
He smirked, âBlouse first.â
You bit your lip, unbuttoning your shirt until your bra was on display. The heavy swell of your breasts causing Sukunaâs mouth to water when he nodded to the bra.
With your eyes still on his you let your breasts spring out of their confinement. Two pert nipples pointing right at him as his dick rose. His hand palming himself under the pair of black pants with a shiver. âCâmere.â
You walked over to him on shaky legs. Sitting down on his lap with your head to the floor. âUh uh,â His hand reached under the your chin to force your eyes back on his. âNone of that Doc.â
You moaned when his tongue swirled around one of your nipples. Sucking your breast into his mouth while he palmed at the other. âThese are even more perfect outside that tight fucking shit of yours.â
Sukuna watched as you shivered when he ran his finger down your belly. Cupping your clothed cunt with the jerk of his hips into your ass. âFuck.. take that off.â
You hurriedly peeled off your pants, Sukunaâs pupils dilating at the sight of your lace panties. âWore this just fâme hmm Doc? All this for Mr Dangerous.â He groaned out.
Sukuan didnât give you a chance to respond before flipping you onto the hard mattress they called a bed. Lifting your heel clad feet onto his shoulders with his head hovering over your pussy. His tongue darting out to lick at the wet spot building from your arousal. âYouâre real dirty fâ a doctor.â He teased, glancing behind him with a chuckle. âImagine if you got caught.â
Your eyes shot up to the small window, taking note of the vacant corridor as per your request.
âGod, you smell so fucking good. Wanna devour that pretty pussy.â He breathed, large hand ripping the flimsy fabric to expose your glistening folds. âHmm, this wet all for me.â
You mewled when his long tongue licked a stripe up your slit. Swirling around your clit before sloppily dipping into your hole. His hums sending vibrations through your clit as he lapped at your dripping slick.
âSukunaââ you mewled, back arching as you reached for his hair. Tugging softly with the curl of your toes when his tongue and fingers swapped places. The two joints fucking up roughly into your g spot as he sucked noisily at your clit. âF-fuckk, nnghâ so good.â You cried out, tears welling in the corner of your eyes as your body filled with pleasure.
âYeah? You like that Doc? Bet you wanna get that greedy cunt stuffed right after.â He grunted, your eyes rolling back in a string of muffled moans as your other hand shot up to your lips.
Your legs began to tremble, Sukunaâs smirk growing wider and wider until he stopped his movements. Watching as you blinked down at him with a sniffled whine.
âYou left me. You know how much that fucking hurt? I thought i would never see you again.â
âIâm-â
âYouâre sorry. Yeah, yeah.. i know.â He rolled his eyes, crawling over your body with a sigh. Using the pad of his thumb to wipe away a stray tear before pressing his lips to yours. Making you taste yourself on his tongue.
You fell deeper into the kiss, eyes closing in satisfaction as his lips moves hungrily on yours. Pulling away with a string of salvia connected you to him.
âLetâs reverse the roles yeah?â He whispered, standing up to sit in the chair that you usually sat in. âSo, my adorable little patient.. put these tiny fingers to work on that clit of yours. I want you to make yourself cum.â
You whimpered, your fingers immediately meeting your sensitive clit with a shiver.
âYou know what to do.â He encouraged. Your fingers beginning to rub small circles on the small bud before speeding up. Little gasps and moans falling past your lips as your stomach burned with heat.
Your eyes locking onto Sukunaâs red ones as his head tilted. Just like it had the first day you met him. âAhh, K-kuna. Fuckk.â You cried, head falling back with your eyes still on his. The primal look in his eyes making your insides flutter as he did nothing but watch you. Not even freeing his painfully hard cock.
âSukunaâ c-canât. Canât hold it.â Your voice cracked, body shaking lightly as your orgasm washed over you.
âYes you can.â
âNngh, canât Kuna. Need to let go.â
He stayed quiet for what felt like an eternity, your breathing getting heavy as you desperately waited on his permission.
He leaned his head back, eyes boring into your fingers working your wet cunt before nodding. âGo ahead.â
You came with a silent moan, body spasming uncontrollably as your pussy leaked onto his only pair of sheets.
âDirty, dirty girl. Look at that mess.â You shied away feom his gaze. âAnd look at how hard you made me. Come fix it.â
You stood on wobbly feet, barely able to balance in your heels as you fell to your knees before him. Looking up at him through your lashes while pulling down his pants.
You blinked at the mere size of his bulge. He was huge. Tugging off his underwear to reveal his thick, veiny length. Pointing up to the sky with a fiery red tip. âSuck.â
You took him past your lips, barely able to take even half of him before he hit the back of your throat. Your fist stroking all the parts of him you couldnât take.
Sukuna groaned, head flinging back with another strained one at how good your mouth felt. âS-shit doc. You really got a mouth on ya.â He gasped, eyes meeting yours as you attempted to take him down your throat. Your drool coating both your lips and his cock as you lewdly sucked him off.
He took your head into his hold, letting you do your own thing as he grunted with each jerk of his hips. Defined abs tensing when he grew closer to his release.
âFuck Doc, gonâ shoot my cum down that tight throat of yours.â He breathed. Holding you down onto him as you gagged and sputtered lightly, Sukunaâs cock twitching before you felt the warm liquid run down your throat.
âWish i could fuck that pussy so bad.â He let go of your head, wiping a drop of his cum from your chin before pushing his finger past your lips. Watching as you sighed in content while sucking every last drop. âItâs too bad that in about one minute those guards are gonna come get you Doc. Our session is over.â
You had no time to question how he knew. Scurrying to redress with widened eyes.
Sukuna may not have had a clock. Nor was he able to distinctly see the sun rise and set. But heâd learned to count the seconds when you were around. He knew how much time he had with you.
âAnd⊠now.â
At that very moment the door swung open. Sukuna having easily pulled back up his pants after giving you your seat back. Both of you looking as professional as you possibly could.
âSee you tomorrow Doc.â He smiled innocently, watching as you scrambled out while avoiding his eyes.
You really fucked up now.
It was hard to keep him out of your mind before. But now, trying was futile. Youâd gotten a taste and you needed more. Which was why your brain would not let you close your eyes without thinking of him fucking you.
â
The next morning you bit back a whimper as your clit was caught between your rubbing thighs. You had worn a tight pencil skirt with no panties. Just for Sukuna.
You were thankful that the guards had complied to your wishes of them leaving.
You wanted to stop yourself. To go back home and forget about the red eyed prisoner. He may not have been dangerous to you physically. But to your heart and mind.. heâd be the death of you.
When the door closed behind you, you found yourself bring pushed roughly into the same wall as last time. Sukuna letting out an animalistic groan as he captured your lips on his. Kissing you so much more feverishly than yesterday.
âYou donât know how much i need you. Didnât even sleep last night.â He panted, turning you around so that your chest rested against the concrete surface. âMissed you so much Doc.â His voice softened, kissing down your neck while grinding up into you. His fingers finding their way under your skirt with a smirk against your skin. âAnd i thought you couldnât get any dirtier.. no panties huh?â
You moaned when he prodded at your already dripping cunt. The thought of him being enough to have gotten you soaked. âShit- tell me what you want Doc. Let me hear you say it.â He growled lowly, ready to snap the second the words left your mouth.
âPleaseâ please fuck me.â
Sukuna hungrily shoved your skirt up. The fabric bunching at your hips as he freed his aching cock. Both of you letting out a noise of satisfaction when he sunk into you, his large hands holding tightly onto your hips to pull you into him. Your back arching as your hands shot out to the wall for support.
âO-ohh God.â You cried loudly, your lips parted in shaky moans as Sukunaâs cock rammed deep near the entrance of your cervix. His veins grazing at your g spot as the fat girth stretched you to your limit.
âNah baby, âs only me.â
âKunaaâ so goood- ahhh.â Tears pooled in your eyes, Sukunaâs hand reaching into your hair to pull you back into his chest. Your nails clawing at the wall in front of you as he destroyed yours.
âTaking me so fucking well. Shit- pussyâs so damn snug.â He husked, hips snapping noisily into yours as he fucked into your walls mercilessly. Basking in the sounds of your choked screams and mewls. The way you sobbed underneath him when your knees buckled.
He was fucking you so hard and deep. Better than anything youâd felt before. His cock slamming into all the places that would drive you crazy.
âThe day you fucking leave me i will break outta here Doc. And i will find you. Youâre mine got it?â There was a certain seriousness in his voice that made goosebumps arise on your skin. Your salty tears mixing with your drool as they ran down your flushed face.
âAnd when i do get outta here youâre gonna have my baby Doc. âM gonna fuck you again and again tillâ i eventually give you my fuckâing kid.â His breathing became ragged, your body rocking forward with each of his movements.
He smirked. âIâve fucked ya this dumb already?â His cock twitching inside you as your body moved with his cock like a fleshlight. Your vision blurred as your head grew light, dizzy. You couldnât think, every roll of Sukunaâs hips clouding your mind as you let an incoherent babble drip off your tongue. Shakily chanting his name when he reached forward to pinch at your clit.
âLook at you. Look so pretty underneath me like this.â His free hand snaked up to your neck, groaning loudly at the feeling of your heart beat on his skin. Pulling you up so your back rested flat against his broad chest, wandering lips meeting your exposed collarbone. âLet go fâme.â
Your body quivered as you tightened around him. Letting out a whimper-like cry as you came messily on his cock. A breathy moan of his own sounding in your ear when his thrusts began to get sloppy.
âKunaaa.. inside. Want you inside. âM on the pill.â You begged, legs giving way as he held you flush against him.
âWhatever you want, Doc.â Slowly coming to a halt as he buried himself inside your warmth, tongue darting out to lick at your tear stained cheeks. Feeling his cock swell as he pumped you full of his cum. Painted your gummy walls in nothing but white
âLooks like iâm sending you back with my cum dripping down your thighs.â He pulled out with a grin. His cum leaking out of your fluttering cunt in small spurts when he used his hands to knead at the flesh of your ass. âHottest thing iâve seen in a while.. after you of course.â
You hummed, eyes shutting as you fell into him. Feeling the thick substance slowly dripping down your legs while spreading over your sticky folds. Sukuna stumbled back onto his bed with you on top of him. Your face nestling into his chest with a soft smile. âHey Doc.. i love ya but those guards are gonâ be back soon.â
âSo worth it.â Was the one thought branding itself into your mind as your body registered the rough, lust filled fuck.
âShit.â
â
You and Sukuna had gotten so much closer over yet another week. You had never believed in falling in love that quickly until now. You couldnât help it. You felt so much better when he was around. Seeing him was the highlight of your day- especially now that youâd convinced for longer sessions.
He felt the same way. You were the second person he had fallen in love with and somehow even harder. You made his heart.. swell. And he was serious about busting out to start a life with you.
âSo, your first love. We never finished talking about her.â You smirked, notepad back in hand as you did your job. Sukuna having been stealing small kisses from you between every question.
âHow about we forget about my first love and focus on my current one. You.â
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Cw: Nsfw (Dilf!Simon, your next door neighbor, readerâs around early 20s, Simonâs around late 30s~early 40s) pt.2
Just retired and move into a new flat, Simon doesnât expect someone to knock on his door when heâs unpacking his belongings. With slight annoyance, he opens the door and try to dismiss whoever is out there.
His annoyance vanishes quickly when he lays eyes on you, young, gorgeous, gazing up at him with a baggy shirts barely cover the sweat-shorts. The simple apron on the outside looks incredible on you, the fabric of it rises and taut around your chest. Greeting him with a grin and hand him a plate of biscuits. A welcome gift for the new neighbor, you explain to him before leaving with a wave, hips swaying tantalizingly as you saunter back to your flat and close the door behind you.
He becomes closer to you each day, helping you without a word when one day he hears noises from the staircase outside, swings open the door of his flat and discovers you struggling with the heavy groceries bags. When you sheepishly knock on his door again, holding a screwdriver and fidgeting it, telling him you have some issues with assembling the new bookshelf you bought, he already starts his steps and walks into your flat, finish the work in minutes while you circling around cutely and trying to help like a desperate puppy.
To express your thankfulness to him, you invite him to have dinner with you, become a habit of yours when he shoots you a glance with a âNot bad.â but devours your home cooked meal like a man starved for days.
Sweet, beautiful girl, a year before graduating from college, expressing your insecurity about your future when he hinted that you can share your worries with himâa person who has much more experience than youâ a while ago, he provides some insight and rational advice, swallowing back the words heâs been thought about for months now: Slide the silver ring on your ring finger with his name name engraved on it, makes you his missus and away from all shites the society is boiling everyday. A man alone for years and has low material desires, he has the money to take care of and spoil you without any hesitation.
Heâs been fisting his cock whenever he hears your moans coming from the other aide of the wall. Hell, you donât know how shitty and thin the walls are, the soundproof ability of them is imperceptible when it comes to louder sounds. Simon listens closely to the sounds, closing his eyes, head leans back on the armchair, trying to imagine how you must be right now. Hands in sync of the squelchy sounds of you pumping your fingers in and out of that soaked pussy. His cockâs so huge, even his own palms are just big enough wrapped around the girth, and an obscene growl left his lips as your whimpers and moans turn higher and sultrier, definitely look like a goddess when youâre weeping tears, stuffing your cunny full and craving for the release. But when you finally tumble over the edge, he snaps his eyes open and groans the second his name comes out of your mouth with such honeyed tone, crying his name in need and suppressed desire.
Simon jumps up from the armchair, heavy cock forming an obvious tent when he shoves open his door and knocks on yours impatiently. âWait-Wait me a secondâŠ!â your voice hits his ears with trembles that canât be left unnoticed.
â 'S what you want, love? getting bent over by a man older than you and fucked stupid? Is that so, princess?â He squeezes himself through the crack of your door, kicking it close and pinning your upper body on the shoe cabinet beside the door, your legs dangling in the air as he drives the fat tip into your entrance ferociously, tight cunt still spasming from your orgasm and makes him grunts out a curse, âFucking screaming my name when you touch yourself, hmm? you know you can come to me anytime you need something, like I told you before.â
He gets you cry out in pleasure without any concern of receiving complaints from other neighbors, wrapping your legs back and standing between your wide-spread thighs, leaning his weight on your back while his hips rocks unrelentingly. âNo more, no moreâŠSimon!â You clenching down on his shaft so nice and hot, milking him loads after loads, the angry tip of his cock abusing every spots inside you, and your legs are shaking uncontrollably when he finally comes one last time, satiated both your needs for now, and you the last thing you feel before succumbing to slumber is a gentle kiss pressing on your twitching, overstimulated clit as his seeds flood out of your swollen pussy.
The relationship between you and him deepens since that night,and he doesnât stop you or protest when you wear the low-cut top and cute skirt, semi-transparent thigh high stockings keeps attracting his attention to stare at the bare skin of your thighs between them and the skirt, and wave goodbye at him with an apologetic expression before heading off to a party with your college friends. He knows the importance of these social activities between youngsters, so he didnât get mad or upset, just kiss your temple, reminded you to stay safe and call him whenever you need, then heâd be there in no time.
You sure will turn heads wherever you go tonight, and though there might be some troublesome wankers trying their luck on you, but he knows you wonât even spare them anything beside a polite nod of rejection. Youâre all his, you wonât feel the same bliss and love from those young blokes of your age. No one can make you feel as good as he does, they canât make you squirt all over the floor when he eats you out at the countertop, no one knows how to lower and disperse all your concerns and thoughts like him, with his tongue lapping your perked buds and that long cock massaging your cervix, coaxing countless orgasms out of you before you fall asleep in his embrace contently.
So when you ring him just about 2 hours later, asking if he can come pick you up at the club, he immediately hops in to his truck, pulls up at the location you texted him. He doubts how your breasts havenât spilled out your low cut tops, but heâs definitely enjoying the view, your cheeks burning from the alcohol, pawing at his shirt and whining about how you missed him, how boring the party was and you just wanted to go home and bounce on his dick through your tipsy state.
Good that Simon parked his truck at a secluded spot, so you donât need to wait any longer, let him bend you over the hood and kneel down behind you, tongue shoving deep inside, occasionally pulls out and prodding at your pussy to calm you down from keep pleading him to just fuck you already and rubbing his bulge when he just wants to drive you home first. âWill give you the cock youâve been thinking all night when weâre home, sweetheart.â He speaks against your slick pussy lips before diving back to lick every drop of your sugary juices again.
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Canât stop thinking about poly141 who get so wrapped up in their own bullshit they begin to neglect reader. So you leave đ€·đŒââïž
It wasnât a big deal at first. You understood that their jobs were intense to say the least. You own a bookshop, which in itself was exhausting, but you understood how they could get carried away with work.
You had excused the many delayed returned texts or missed FaceTime dates when they were deployed. When they came home, they almost always made it up to you. Showering you with attention and quality time.
But the past two returns home have been⊠different.
Usually at least one of them made a beeline to your shop or your loft if it was too late in the evening. You always held your breath when it was just one of them.
âTheyâre okay.â Was the usual answer. âEveryone made it back okay.â It was only then that you could melt into whoeverâs hands you were in.
After one of their recent returns home you had voice to Price that you didnât appreciate several days passing after they came back and no one had bothered to tell you. He had snapped. Arguing that a mission doesnât finish just because they land back on soil. There was paperwork and debriefing to be done. If and when they wanted to see you they would.
He didnât apologize until later. Crawling into your bed, using one of the keys you had given them. Blaming the stress. How they had almost lost Johnny for the reason of his outburst. What else could you do but forgive him?
So you had given them space after that one. Not holding it against them to decompress before seeing you.
The next time was the final straw. Solidifying how little they cared about you and how much power you had given them.
Johnny had come in around 7 one evening. He was dressed nicely, for civilian standards. You were reading a book on the couch when he had let himself in. You were wearing on of Simonâs sweatshirts and panties. He took you in for a moment before scooping you up.
He fucked you absolutely stupid. Adamant on having you cum on his tongue, his fingers and his cock. You were only able to bask in the afterglow of him filling you up before he started pulling his pants back on.
âWhat are you doing?â There were times that you would practically need a crow bar to get Johnny detached from you just long enough to relieve yourself. You had gotten many a UTI courtesy of Mr. John MacTavish.
âDinner with my family tonight.â He explained by the time he was already buttoning his shirt. âThe youngest just graduated and maâ feels the need to go all out.â Now came the tie. Johnny was actually wearing a tie. To go to dinner. âA fancy dinner in London.â He huffed. âMeanwhile Iâm out scufflinâ with bloody fuckinâ terrorists and I get a pat on the back.â He gave you a peck on the cheek before heading out the door. Promising to call you later.
You just sat in your bed. Still naked. Almost in shocked. He had fucked you and just⊠left. You were close to a panic attack as you called Simon.
Simon wasnât the one to cuddle and coddle. But there was something so soothing at the sound of his voice or even how his heavy body felt perfect laying on top of you. Yes. Simon wasnât the time to lift you up with words, but he was your own security blanket. Just having him close helped.
âCan you come over?â It wasn't unusal for Simon to be the one to come later in the evening. Insomnia was a bitch to deal with and you could sleep through the sounds of whatever he played on the tv. Most of the times you were content laying your head on his lap as he ran his hand along your head as if he were petting you. It was a bit cringe, but it knocked you out every time.
âWhatâs wrong?â He asked. The low timber of his voice already calming you.
âJohnny came over.â You sniffled. âHe just fucked me and left.â
âNot surprised.â He scoffed. You could almost see him rolling those deep brown eyes of his. âIf you wanted to cum, Iâm happy to come over and help.â
For whatever reason, that only seemed to make you more upset. âYouâre not listening.â You said, trying to spell it out for him. âHe left. Like didnât even stay and cuddle just left. Fucked me and left.â
âThatâs why youâre calling me crying about?â He almost seemed⊠annoyed.
âYes!â You said, nearly snapping. All of the tension from the last several months coming to the surface. âIâm not just a warm body to keep a bed cozy until you assholes decide you need to get one off.â Assholes. You called them assholes. âThis isnât what we agreed to.â
âJohnny is Johnny.â Simon tried to defend, not really caring to continue the conversation now knowing that you weren't in any sort of physical harm. âHe wanted his dick wet and from the sound of it, thatâs what he did. Donât hold it against him because he had other things to do.â
âItâs not just Johnny leaving.â Your throat felt like it was tightening. A telltale sign you were close to crying. Whether from sadness or anger you weren't entirely sure. âThe only time any of you want anything to do with me anymore is to fuck.â You missed date nights and lunches. You missed texting any and all of them about your day, about theirs. About new books. You had been trying for months to tell them over dinner one of your books got picked up. Yours was being traditionally published.
None of them had bothered to even try penciling you in.
âYou got yours.â You heard the popping of a can top. Simon was settling in for the night. Once he popped a top at home there was no getting him out. He wasn't coming for you. âI donât understand what youâre bitchinâ to me about. Yeah, in the beginning we indulged ya a bit? Dressed you up, took you out. But you should have known spreadinâ them legs of yours wouldnât end with one of us puttinâ a ring on your finger.â
You didnât know what to say. What could you say? These were the men that pursued you. Initially, individually, but when tensions became to much they offered a solution. All of them. Four times the attention, of the affection.
Four times the love.
But also four time the neglect. Four times the amount of heartbreak and disappointment. Loving all of them meant putting yourself in a position to let each of them hurt you in their own way and they had.
John's constant state of snapping at you as if you were one of his men.
Johnny swinging by as if you were just a fuck buddy. Not even bothering to give a peck before leaving.
Kyle essentially ignoring you for weeks now. Ghosting you for hours or having to cancel on date nights last minute or claiming that he really did forget that the two of you had planned to meet for lunch.
And now there was Simon. Telling you that all you meant to them was what was between your thighs.
Spreadin' them legs of yours wouldn't end with one of us puttin' a ring on your finger.
None of them ever intended on making this into something more. That much was clear now.
You didn't know what to say to Simon. You couldn't think of a witty retort. You couldn't find the proper insult to whirl his way. You couldn't convey just how much his words had hurt.
So you did the only thing you could.
You hung up.
#captain john price#kyle gaz garrick#simon ghost riley#call of duty#john soap mactavish#angst#grovel#we love a good grovel don't we girls
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Just read your arranged marriage kidnapped by a most post and the humor in the servants always thinking reader is in peril. The same going for monster hubby (He just thinks they're submissive and breedable)
Like none of them realize they are a moster fucker cause they hide it so well. Like just imagining reader be like "oh be gentle with me I'm a dainty maiden" and then giving him the night of his life is hilarious. Or them having dinner and the servants feel bad for them cause monster hubby is eating human meat but their just thinking about other things he can use his tongue on.
Or maybe someone comes to rescue them from the terrible monster finally. But they don't wanna leave and instead fight the knight off. The knight thinks they've been brainwashed or something. Meanwhile the servants think the knight just wasn't good enough to rescue them.
Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, NSFW! [Part 1] | [More Monsters]
The servants are not blind by any means: they can tell, quite plainly, that their monstrous Lord has a soft spot for you. Not only that, but the beast nearly worships you! They've come up with many theories, the latest one involving witchcraft. Surely you must have some sort of magical trickery under your sleeve in order to subdue their Master. There's no other way around it. All previous humans have been devoured, or have died in a pitiful attempt to escape, terrified to the bone upon gazing at his blasphemous Majesty.
You can't blame them. It's probably better for everyone involved if you omit the fact that your source of witchcraft lies in your...genitals. Well, not just that, of course. Your husband had started to lose hope. His appreciation of humans never came to fruition before your arrival. He was expecting you to cower in fear, not throw yourself at him.
He wondered if you wanted something from him in return, but no one could possibly pretend so flawlessly: the way you clung to him unprompted. The way you hungrily took him in, tears welling in your eyes, refusing to let go until you could feel his load avalanching down your throat. The way you'd trap his hips with your legs, despite being weak and feverish, asking that he doesn't stop yet. If that wasn't proof enough, your whines and moans were loud and clear. To think he could have his own little human, one who isn't repulsed by his monstrous form. He would've been content with mere tolerance, yet someone who begged to be fucked by him? He's been delirious ever since.
He loves everything about you, naturally, but he can't deny the shameless addiction he's now developed towards your body. He'd pound you anywhere and anytime if he could. If he needs to leave for official matters, know that the return will burn in the back of his mind.
"An important date, Sir?" one traveling servant will ask, glancing at all the scribbles in the calendar.
"Indeed", he answers solemnly. It's the times when he can finally fuck you dumb.
While the servants worry about their devilish Master being put under leash, for the other fellow humans the opposite seems to be true. You recall your last "rescuing" attempt distinctly. During one of your evening walks, burly, foreign arms swept you off in an instant. Before you knew it, you were holding onto the armored shoulders of an unknown man, as he made his way out of the traditional garden.
"I'll get you out of here", he promised between heaving breaths.
You stared in confusion. What was he saving you from? A good dicking? No matter how much you explained that you do actually like your newly appointed husband, the hero wouldn't budge.
You ended up just walking back home when the man fell asleep.
"That was quite the long walk", your monster partner remarked, polishing his weapons.
"Oh no, I was kidnapped", you state casually. "Got us some fruits on the way back."
Would it have been better to lie about it? On one hand, you do feel terrible for whoever attempted to retrieve you from the claws of the tyrant. Your husband is very possessive, and you know he'll scorch the Earth until that treacherous pest is gutted and fed to the pigs.
On the other hand...he becomes particularly savage after such incidents. You won't be able to sit properly for the next few weeks, but it's worth it.
Tough luck, you tell yourself, lounging in bed with a satisfied smirk and torn apart hole.
#monster imagine#monster x reader#monster x human#monster smut#monster fucker#terato#teratophillia#monster boyfriend
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đŁČ RILE HIM UP ! ft BOOTHILL.
â â your least favourite cyborg is brought back to you a mangled mess.
â OR
â â being boothillâs mechanic when you lowkey canât stand each other.
â ïž sweet sweet tension, a little suggestive towards the end, gn reader (no referring pronouns), can they fuck already, this was ib by his lightcone, wc 1.9k
boothill's eyes flickered to life, emitting a faint glow of red as his systems began to reboot.
a pair of familiar red pupils met yours, two crosshairs fading into sight as boothill regained his sight andâ to your dismayâ consciousness.
as the cyborg regained his motion he attempted a step forward, only to realise he didnât have the feet or legs to do so. the only thing keeping him powered on were some metal claws screwed into his back and a few loose cables connecting to your terminals.
âsugar plum,â boothill's scruffy voice cut through the silence. âdo y'care to explain where my legs mightâa run off to?â
you actually cocked an eyebrow. how the hell were you supposed to know? boothill was brought back to you in a mess of scraps and wiringâ the damn hunk of metal was lucky you made him as blast proof as possible and he was left salvageable.Â
âcare to tell me how the hell you got this roughed up?â
you asked in turn, crouching down to look at the detached and ruined internals of boothill's torso where the stand-in wires were connected. you ran a finger carefully along the edge of his shredded metallic stomach.
âguess i didn't make you as smart as i thought. time for a newer model, maybe?â
boothill's eyes flickered down to his missing lower half, then to your hand that was more or less caressing him. it was amazing how much annoyance they could show in all their artificial glory.
âlook whoâs talkin.â the cowboy grumbled, pointy fangs poking out in an irritated grin.Â
âhow âbout, âgee, boothill! iâm real glad yâainât get blown to smithereens beyond repair!ââÂ
âit would've been less work for me if whoever blew you up finished the job.â
you sighed as you stood up, putting a hand lazily on your hip.
âhowâd it happen?â
boothill bit back another argument with a gruff chuckle.
âsome real cutie-pies i was huntinâ down had a lilâ more firepower than i expected. guess they didnât appreciate me spoilinâ their party.â
boothill visibly cringed as his insult was substituted with some cutesy nickname mid explanation.
âand can you fix my beautiful synesthesia beacon already? this thing is drivinâ me up the wall.â
the request fell on deaf ears as your fingers typed something on your laptop, likely another string of code.
âyouâre more concerned about your censor than how long itâs gonna take me to put your legs back onâŠâ you sighed to yourself, still leaned over your workbench, eyes focused on your screen.
âi'm not touching it right now. youâre lucky iâm even letting you stay sentient after this.â
boothill snorted at the remark, brows furrowing in a steady grimace.
âwell, âscuse me for wantinâ to speak freelyâ iâm a grown man!â his pointy teeth shone as they peeked out again in a grin.
âyâknow what? just leave yer lilâ tools and all the pieces thereâ iâll get my legs back on myself. donât need no charity work from the likesâa you.â he laughed. âheck, may even give myself a new pecker while i'm at it!â
the mechanic had half a mind to listen, sit back and watch boothill struggle to reassemble himself just to prove a point and simultaneously bask in his embarrassment when the former realised it wasnât possible.
(not that he wouldâve admitted defeatâ you would have begrudgingly stepped in and helped before he inevitably messed up his wiring more.)
you stepped back over to boothill, hands moving to hold his cheeks so you could tilt his face side to side to check for any more damage.
âcool it, cowboy.â your eyes squinted in focus as they looked at boothill's, lightly tugging up on his eyelid to check for scratches or cracks.
âi'll get you back up and running, just lose the attitude already.â
boothill's eyes narrowed as he felt your touch on his face. the temperature difference of warm fingers on his cold, mechanical body stirring an oddity where his gut should have been. though he tried to ignore it, the sensation was there, clear as day against all his artificial nerve endings.Â
âreal easy for you to say,â he huffed, avoiding your eyes as he was examined like a broken toy. âletâs see how peachy you are when yer all strung up and legless, love muffin.â
that censor really was gonna drive him insane.
âjust get it over with.'' boothill muttered in annoyance. âand try not tâfuss anythinâ up.â
it took quite some time, as expected, for you to successfully reattach boothillâs legs and fix his mangled midsection. when you were finally finished, you tugged out any leftover wires that connected boothill to your terminals and pushed back in your wheelie chair to beckon the cowboy forward. you pushed your glasses up to your forehead, some hair getting swept out of your eyes with them.
âfeel fine?â
boothill rolled his ankles and bent his knees, giving his legs a good stretch to test their mobility.
âmighty fine,â he responded, satisfied to feel they were weighted and moved the same as before. âthough i canât say iâm lovinâ the breeze up my backside.âÂ
boothill glanced down at himself, steel body completely bare and lacking any of his signature clothing.Â
âgot my pants lyinâ around anywhere, sugar plum?â
you pointed to another table in the room, where boothills clothesâ (or rather the new ones you had to go and getâ) were neatly folded, his hat placed on top of them.Â
boothill went to get himself dressed, hoisting up his bell bottomed pants and sliding on his jacket. he stole a glance in your direction every so often, resisting the childish urge to roll his eyes at the mere sight of you.
the artificial man hit a small bump in the road as he went to zip his jacket (could you really call it that with how little it covered?) upâ his fingers werenât responding as well as they should have been. he could open and close his fist, but lacked the precision to pinch and hold the zipper.
âhey, honeybun,'' boothill called over to you with a furrowed brow. âdidnât i tell you not to go fudginâ anythinâ up?â
you, in all your overtired glory groaned, turning around in your chair and waving boothill back over.
âwhat are you talking about?âÂ
âmy cute lilâ fingers ainât workinâ thatâs what iâm talkinâ âbout!â
boothill's footsteps were clunky and loud as he stomped his way back over to his mechanic.
you reached for his hand, an uncharacteristic gentleness in your touch as you examined five mechanical fingers.
âmake a fist,â
boothill obeyed, curling his fingers into his palm.
âopen it,â
he obeyed again, letting them open and relax.
âhold up two fingers,â
boothill tried, but his fingers got stuck halfway into the motion, locking at the joints.
âson of a bitch.â you sighed, turning for one of your tools. âsit back down.â
boothill grumbled and went to hoist himself back onto the workbench.
âleast one oâus can say itâŠâÂ
âdo you want me to fix you or not?â
âi'm sittinâ ainât i??â
you pulled boothill's shirt off his left shoulder and popped open a tiny panel on the curve of his neck, sliding your glasses back on to the bridge of your nose. with a lean forward you began carefully looking at a few thin wires that filled the space.
boothill tapped his fingers against the tabletop while you worked, that same oddity as before settling in his now repaired gut. he rarely got messed up enough for you and him to spend this much time together, or for you to have to really be in such close proximity.
itâs not uncomfortable, but the feeling is by no means familiar. itâs actually a little embarrassingâ a galaxy ranger, a space cyborg and expert hunter, feeling almost flustered at some close contact like some kind of shy little girl.
âsomething the matter?â
boothill nearly jumped as you spoke up quietly to check on him, voice quiet and so close to his ear he had to refrain from leaning both closer and away.
ânah, everythingâs just dandy.â boothillâs voice followed yoursâ quieter and a little softer as a result of the closeness.
âyouâre sure?â you looked up from the small mess of wires, eyes glancing up at your cyborg over the rim of your glasses. âmight as well fix anything else thatâs bugging you while iâm here.â
boothill would have swallowed if he had the need to lubricate his throat. he shook his head, turning to look somewhereâ anywhere else.
yours lingered on him, albeit briefly, observing the clench of his jaw and the way he tried to shift in his seat without being disruptive to your work. he didnât see the little smirk tug at your lips as you refocused on the task at hand.
boothillâs cybernetic limbs felt almost human in their sensitivity, sending faux shivers up a spine he didnât even have. the mechanics fingers running down his forearm are doing him no favours as they move to hold his hand again.
âclose your fistâŠopen itâŠtwo fingers upâŠâ
each command was obeyed, ten gunmetal fingers finally holding up a little peace sign.
âthat should be it, come see me if they start acting up again.â
you stood up, tentatively reaching out to fix boothillâs jacket and begin to zip it for him.
boothill didnât protest the act, but it wasâŠconfusing, to say the least.
âreckon iâll just start seeinâ those auto bots again,â he leaned back on his palms as your fingers fixed his collar, straightening it out. âmuch as i love our lilâ visits.â
you only hummed, smoothing out a few wrinkles and neatly tucking his scarf into itâs neckline, as he liked. âyou could,â you mused, hooking your finger lightly into his collar and giving a gentle tug forward. âthey donât take as good care of you as i do, though.â
this time boothill caught the little smirk on your lips, clear as day and enough to make him question if short circuiting was possible.
youâre doing it on purpose, he knows. the careful touches to his hands and body against the sensors you put there, quiet voice leaving him with a frisson you made it possible for him to have.
boothill returned the smirk, albeit a little wobbly.
âyou tryinâa rile me up, sugar plum?âÂ
he entertained you with a lean forward, two white crosshairs looking right at you while he considered if a hand on your waist was too forward or the perfect cornering move.Â
âjust like watching you squirm.â
you were gone as quickly as youâd arrived, finger unhooked and going to pick up his hat.
âbut say i was,â you didnât bother with a glance over as you made sure the brim was straight and unharmed. âi hardly have to try.âÂ
boothill hopped down from the table, following your path and offering a scruffy chuckle when you reached up to place it on his head.
âyeah? and what makes yâsay that?â his hand found a place on his hip.
you didnât respondâ not verbally, anyway. a quick flick of your eyes downwards was all he received.Â
so he followed, looking down as well, to the very appendage he had insisted you give him over and over again pushing against his trousers.Â
his own dream, now his downfall.Â
boothill pushed passed you, pushing his hat further down onto his head while he stomped away. the profanities that left his lips filled the airâ or rather their replacements. something something i love you blah blah peach cobbler something cutie-pie or meow!
âremind me tâsettle for them lovely auto bots next time!â
he opened the door with a firm kick of his boot, stomping out with a scowl.Â
as if he wouldnât be back. you took better care of him, after all.
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Thinking about inexperienced Choso accidentally doing the knee thing during a makeout sesh
Ê cont: afab reader, making out, dry humping, sexual tension, dirty talk, teasing, first time orgasming (Choso), cumming untouched, cumming in pants (Choso and reader)
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You lay back against Choso's hard chest, his head on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around your torso as you lay on your bed together, catching up on some show the two of you have been watching. After watching about 4 or 5 consecutive episodes, the familiar "Are you still watching?" question showed on the screen, making you sigh.
"Whoever created this idea sucks, of course I'm still watching." You mumbled under your breath, beginning to lean your body off of Choso's to reach for the remote. Little did you know, Choso had been aching to kiss you all day. He knew the two of you usually ended up sharing kisses when you were alone like this, and each time it happened only increased his neediness for the next time you were together as he began to expect it as he did now.
Choso kept his arms tightly wrapped around your torso, preventing you from leaning forward. You were jolted back against his chest, your eyes going wide when you realized you were stuck. A smile grew on your face when Choso plopped his forehead down on your shoulder, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he blushed furiously, hoping you would catch on to what he wanted so he didn't have to say it.
You turned your head to face him and cupped his neck with your warm hand, pressing his face against you. "Cho, how am I meant to move when you hold onto me so tightly, huh?" You teased, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. Choso's eyebrows furrowed against your skin when he felt the familiar touch of your lips on him. He tentatively raised his head and looked into your eyes, his cheeks already a deep crimson red, eyebrows furrowed in a desperate look.
You kept your hand on his warm neck, feeling his pulse race under your fingertips. You smiled and licked your lips, staring back and forth between his eyes. Choso's breath was already picking up as the tension began to grow between the two of you. Choso swallowed hard as he looked between your eyes and your plush lips, looking like they were begging to be kissed.Â
You leaned in ever so slightly, lips grazing against his, your body feeling hot when his arms tightened around your body as you did so. "Tell me what you want Choso." You whispered, your hot breath tickling his lips. Choso's lips were parted slightly expectantly, his breathing now more audible. "I wanna kiss." He replied, his fingers curling into your shirt that covered your stomach.Â
You bit your lip, your nose tapping against his as you continued to tease him. "Yeah? You wanna kiss me?" You whispered, turning your head to the side as you readied yourself. Choso's eyes fluttered softly as he nodded, his eyelids already feeling heavy even without touching you. Choso let out a noise of surprise when you pressed your lips against his. His thighs twitched ever so slightly with the need to press his legs together, but you were between them, so he couldn't.
Choso felt his brain turn to mush as you massaged your lips against his, soft barely there sounds getting caught in your throat making him go crazy. Choso never broke the connection even when he released your body in his arms and slowly slid out from behind you, maneuvering your body so you were against the pillows he was just laying against. They were warm with his body heat, feeling welcoming as Choso placed himself between your thighs, on top of you.
Your chest rose and fell heavily as he dragged his large hands up and down your body, your shirt riding up as he played with your sides, touching you everywhere he could. Choso loved kissing, the sensation of his lips intertwining against yours combined with the feel of your body and the sounds you made when you kissed him took over his brain completely, trampling over and pushing out any and all other thoughts.
You wrapped your legs around his waist instinctually, making Choso whine at how good your body felt against him. His hands itched with the need to touch you higher up each time he caressed your torso. Your chest rose and fell heavily against him, your back slightly arching off the bed each time he overpowered his tongue with yours, making you feel dizzy.
Choso was a bit shy when it came to intimate activities, up until he was actively participating in them, then his instincts took over and he became more confident. You and Choso had been dating for a few months and had never gone past heavy petting and kissing, but you would be lying if you said your body didnt ache to go further with him.
You placed your hands on his shoulders and slowly slid them around to his back, grabbing the nape of his neck with one hand while your other disappeared under the collar of the back of his shirt. Choso's eyes rolled back in his sockets at the touch, even though his eyes were closed. He felt that same familiar ache build itself up deep in his stomach, and the position he was in was giving him no relief.
His pelvis was close to being pressed against yours, but it wasn't, leaving his unknowingly throbbing cock to twitch against the confines of his boxers with little to no friction. You lightly raked your nails over the skin of his back, feeling his hard muscles under your hands as the kiss increased in fervor, getting more intense.Â
Choso took it upon himself to adjust his position a bit, sliding one of his legs to the side a bit so his pelvis was against the bed and the underside of your thigh. You smiled against Choso's lips, feeling how needy his tongue was getting against yours. You were caught off guard when you felt a strong thigh press firmly against your cunt, making your lips separate from his in an embarrassingly loud whine.Â
Choso stopped kissing you to look at your expression, worried he might've hurt you. With furrowed eyebrows and a fucked out expression, you reached both hands between your bodies and pressed them agaisnt his thigh, trying to ignore how hard you were throbbing against his leg. "I'm sorry, are you okay?" Choso gasped, not yet realizing what had happened.Â
"Choso, your knee." You whined out breathlessly, pressing against his thigh again, silently begging for him to let up before you lost control. You were already holding back enough. Choso's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked between your bodies to see his thigh tightly against your cunt, and your hands pressing above where you were connected.Â
Choso immediately pulled his leg back and apologized, slotting his leg back to its original position. You saw the muscles in his jaw bulge out under the weight of his teeth as he looked away in embarrassment, worried he had ruined the mood. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.. touch you there." Choso apologized, darting his eyes back over to yours every so often.
You wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him against your shoulder, forcing his head to be buried in the crook of your neck. This abrupt action surprised Choso, he placed his hands on your hips and waited for you to speak, focusing on how loud your heart was beating against him. "No, it's okay. It.. it felt good." You whispered, turning your head against his ear, your lips grazing his skin.
Choso felt that same familiar heat build-up in his tummy again at your confession, it was getting unbearable. This is usually where the two of you stopped when he felt a little too worked up for his own good. But this time, he didn't want to stop, he wanted to see where this would go. "It felt... good?" He questioned, staring at the bedsheets in front of him as he lay on your shoulder.
You nodded, pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear that sent a shiver down his spine. "You can put it back if you want." You suggested, making Choso shut his eyes and take a deep breath. He didn't know much about pleasuring others or even himself, but he knew the type of "good" you were talking about was much like the one he felt when he pressed his crotch against the sheets, or your leg when you kissed.
Choso pulled his head up from your shoulder and brought his face agaisnt yours, a hair length away from your lips. You grabbed his face and looked into his eyes for a moment before you pulled him against you by his cheeks, forcing your lips together in a kiss. The kiss was just as needy and hasty as before as the two of you opened your mouth against one another in a sloppy makeout.Â
Choso swallowed hard before he started moving his leg again, trying to remember the position he had it in. When you felt his thick thigh press against your throbbing clit again, you gasped into his mouth, a sound he eagerly swallowed up, his face growing redder at the sound.
You felt dizzy as your back arched against him, your hands once again wrapping around his neck for support. You squeezed your legs around his thigh and relished in the feeling of your clit getting stimulated from the pressure alone. Choso could feel he felt something twitch against his leg, but he had no idea what it could be, all he knew was that it made his own problem feel ten times worse.
Choso started kissing you more intensely, his own cock being stimulated against the sheet and the underside of your leg once more. You whimpered into his mouth, your hips twitching agaisnt him, ever so slightly rubbing your cunt against his leg. "This feels really good." Choso gasped into your mouth, feeling the heat in his tummy boil up within him.
You nodded, making a sound of agreement into his mouth. You felt like you were seconds away from cumming, you couldn't believe how aroused you were. Your whole body burned with pleasure and arousal as you sloppily kissed into Choso's mouth, the kiss being more tongue and teeth than anything.
You felt that familiar pressure build up in your abdomen, making your thighs twitch and your body curl against him. Choso increases the pace of his kissing, his lips now moving jerkily and unceremoniously against your thigh. "Choso-" You whined against his lips, both of you now panting and whining into the other's mouth. Choso felt like something was going to happen, and he didn't want to stop, he needed to feel whatever this was leading to.
His fingers dug into your hips as his lips started parting against yours, as did your own against his. Both of your moans and pants grew silent as you gasped against the other's mouth. It was only still for a moment before the two of you came crashing down. Your body shook with pleasure as you came in your panties, your abdomen curling in against Choso and twitching as you orgasmed on his thigh.
Choso's head fell into the crook of your neck as he came, hot spurts of cum being released into his pants. With each rope of cum he released, his hips would cant involuntarily against your own. Choso groaned and gasped against you, his head going numb as sheer, white pleasure wracked through his entire body and overwhelmed all of his senses.Â
The two of you gasped and whined heavily as you came down from your highs, fighting to catch your breath and recover. Your bodies were limp against each other, but you still held each other tight, not wanting to separate just yet. "That felt so... so good," Choso whined into your neck, a shiver wracking down his spine. You nodded against his shoulder, raking your hands through his messy hair. "Uh-huh...so good." You replied, equally as fucked out as you nodded dumbly, breathing heavily with Choso's full weight resting against your body.
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COVER ME IN SUNSHINE.
Ways in which your kid calls his dad. Will he get to hear a âpapaâ?
ft. Scaramouche/Wanderer, Albedo, Xiao, Childe, Kaeya, Neuvillette x gn! reader.
cw/genre: pure fluff. Reader is referred to as âmamaâ, you and the character have a child. Theyâre all girl dads.
a birthday present for my dearest @bunny-rambles đ©” iâm wishing you the best day today and always, hun ! ilysm, thank you for always being by my side. I hope we can celebrate many many more birthdays together, mwah <3
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ note: about this fic⊠i struggled quite a little with it, and iâm sorry itâs not my best piece⊠this was a totally new concept to write for me, but i still hope you can enjoy, bunbun, dear âĄ
if you enjoy this, reblogs and comments help more than likes !
⧠SCARAMOUCHE
Wide indigo orbs meet his furrowed gaze.
Scaramouche is not amused.
Or at least thatâs what he wants whoever sees him right now to believe. Namely, you.
Tiny hands cup the Wandererâs cheeks, big eyes, so similar to his, staring up at him in wonder. The little girl in his arms squeezes his face, a pout forming on her fatherâs lips. Giggles erupt from her smiling lips, the corners of Scaramoucheâs mouth unconsciously tilting upwards.
âYouâre amused, huh?â Your husband asks, rocking the baby in his hold. She stares at him, her little arms flailing upward, giggling happily.
âMoochie!â She babbles, trying to stand on the wandererâs knees, her hands reaching for his hat.
âHey, hey, now!â Kunikuzushi pouts, securing his hat. âThat is not a toy and Iâm not MoochieâŠâ
âMoochie!â His daughter repeats, poking his cheek.
He sighs.
âNot MoochieâŠâ Scaramoucheâs ears take on a rather rosy tone, especially when your giggles are not exactly inconspicuous, your attempt at keeping hidden just outside the living room, obviously half-assed.
âPa-pa. Not Moochie.â He repeats, bopping his little oneâs nose. âAnd here, play with this.â He offers, handing his baby a doll curiously identical to himself.
Your eyes soften from your spot when you observe the fond smile on your loverâs face. He might feign annoyance, but when it came to your baby, all the facade was scattered to the winds. Storm clouds and lightning seemed so far away when he was surrounded by the blue skies and birdsong that dawned with your daughterâs hand grabbing his finger.
âPa..â The little one begins, lifting the doll, as if indicating that it indeed represents her father.
âPaâŠâ Your wanderer prompts, as he points to the cloth mini version of himself.
Then, the girlâs eyes focus somewhere beyond her dad, tiny hands wiggling and waving, the plush doll still in her grasp.
âMama!â She exclaims, making to reach for you, trying to climb over the sofaâs backrest, where it not for your partnerâs protective hold.
Finally stepping out from your hideout, you walk towards them.
Familiar warm arms wrap around the no longer broken puppet, as your precious baby rests between your two heartbeats. Yours, steady, undeniably human. His, bloomed anew, thanks to you; with a newfound tune, sweeter, gentler, thanks to his little one.
Scaramouche closes his eyes, lashes of now starlit midnights resting on his perfect cheekbones. His head leans on your shoulder, your lips feather-light on his dusky hair, as your hands gently lift his hat a bit.
Your girl grabs one of her fatherâs fingers once more, the handmade mini wanderer kept close to her chest.
Yes, storms were definitely over for days to come.
⧠ALBEDO
A tug on the leg of his pants and familiar unintelligible noises pull the alchemist out of his task.
Albedoâs features soften when he spots the cause of his distraction.
Putting the notebook he was currently scribbling on aside, he crouches down.
âAnd who do we have here?â The chalk prince asks, smoothing the golden locks on his babyâs small head.
âMama?â She replies, her tiny hand pulling on her dadâs clothes.
The gesture is followed by one of Albedoâs gentle chuckles, eyes like northern stars on clear nights bright at the sight of his daughter.
âMamaâs not here now, little princess.â He explains, as he picks the baby up. âThey will get home soon, though.â Your child stares at him as if unsatisfied with the answer, head slightly tilted to the side. âHow about we have some fun in the meantime?â
Giggles that always reminded Albedo of sunshine days at dragonspine are the answer that follows.
Taking his little oneâs two hands in his, the chief alchemist helps his daughter take a few trembling steps, the baby happily padding on the wooden floor.
âThere we go, princess!â Your lover chuckles, sitting the girl securely on the beige couch. Teal eyes flecked in emerald follow your partnerâs movements, as he rummages through your living roomâs drawers.
A few seconds later, more incomprehensible joyful babbles follow, when he sits by your daughterâs side, his hands expertely setting the supplies he retrieved on the low table. She stares at him intently, her gaze drawn to the vibrant crayons cluttering the tabletopâs surface.
âWhat should we draw today, my princess?â Are Albedoâs words, as he hands his child a light blue pencil, its tip dulled so she canât hurt herself.
âSnow!â She exclaims, her tiny feet kicking back and forth in excitement, eliciting chuckles from her dad.
âYou want to paint snow, my little cecilia?â He asks, combing through her blonde strands. âAlright, how about we paint you, mama and papa building a snowman?â
âYay!â Your baby reaches for the blank paper, wonder and excitement written all over her rounded features, her tongue sticking out the corner of her small mouth. She always loved to draw and paint, especially when it was with Albedo. And even if her pictures often ended up turning out as just criss-crossing lines or messy splotches, you and your husband always kept every single one of them, displayed as priceless masterpieces on the fridgeâs door, the living room walls or your study.
After a few minutes of focused work, three figures start taking form over a background of messily drawn blue snowflakes.
âLook, dearie.â Albedo calls. âWho are these?â
His girl looks up at him, a huge smile on her face as she bites the pencil.
âMama! Me! And Papa!â She answers proudly, pointing at each of the figures.
Albedoâs eyes widen, gilded sparks reflected in the cloudless skies of his irises at his daughterâs words.
Those last two syllables.
His own pencil falls out of his grasp, clattering to the carpeted floor. In this moment, nothing else exists, save for the jingling echo of his daughterâs angelic tone.
âPapa?â She asks, tugging on his sleeve.
Albedo picks the little girl up, rising her as she laughs, unaware.
âCan you say it again, little princess? âPapaâ.â
âPapa! Papa!â Giggles leave her throat.
Softly, Albedo places a kiss on her kidâs forehead, hugging her as the both of them lay down on the sofa.
When you got home, silence greets you, broken only by even breaths. Smiling to yourself, you brush a kiss against your husbandâs and your daughterâs hair, a new painting adorning the walls after you gently throw a blanket over the sleeping figures of your two treasures.
⧠XIAO
âDo you want to hold her, Xiao? Sheâs been looking at you for a while.â You chuckle, your gaze softened when it sets upon your yaksha.
Golden eyes, not unlike the childâs currently on your arms, shadow in fear and shame for a moment.
What if he hurts the baby? What if his karma taints her somehow? What if-
âXiao.â Your hand finds his gloved one, centuries of bloodshed written in the concealed scars. âSheâll be okay.â You reassure, a gentle squeeze, as your fingers slot between his.
The adeptus glances in his daughterâs direction, her round amber eyes curiously observing him.
Your husbandâs jaw sets, his lips drawn in a taut line. If someone were to look at him now, they may think heâs sulking, the furrow of his brow apparently an indication to steer clear.
You, however, know better.
âHere, Iâm with you, love.â You softly utter, placing your daughter in her fatherâs arms.
The baby stares up at her dad in awe, her little hands fiddling with the necklace he always wears.
Sheâs so small⊠such a pure and precious being⊠will she be safe with him?
Just as these thoughts plague his mind, the girl curls up in his embrace, nuzzling against his toned torso.
âSee? She adores you, XiaoâŠâ You tell him, knuckles brushing against your babyâs soft full cheek. âIsnât that right, sweetie?â She turns around, a smile drawing on her lips, as she buries herself further into Xiao, whose cheeks have gone as red as the carmine lining his eyes.
âH-hello, little qingxinâŠâ Xiao greets her, awkwardly rubbing her back.
In response, his baby tilts her head slightly backwards, the molten suns in her stare illuminating her fatherâs rusted gold gaze.
âPapa!â She goes, a little clumsy, it sounding more like âdadaâ.
The vigilant yakshaâs eyes widen, his heart feeling like a million bright lanterns floating towards a starry sky.
âXiao! She said âpapaâ! See? She loves you!â You excitedly chant, hugging your husbandâs waist, as you pepper kisses all over his face. âYou are her first word, dear, our baby adores her dad so much. I knew she would!â A smile tugs at your lips, lids fluttering closed as you rest your cheek on Xiaoâs shoulder.
His hands hover around his daughter, his hold on her delicate, as if she was a newly bloomed flower whose petals could vanish if the wind blew too strongly.
âPapaâŠâ The girl repeats, her chubby cheek squished againstâs Xiaoâs form. Her eyes are droopy, a little yawn escaping her as she settles more comfortably in her fatherâs embrace.
Your adeptus heaves out a sigh of relief, the warmth of a familiar fireplace swarming all around him, as if candid candle flames were running through his veins when the soft snores of his daughter reach his ears.
The conqueror of demonsâ mask would be shed for tonight.
⧠CHILDE
Small hands are glued to the windowâs glass panes, a pair of bright blue eyes staring awestruck at the image currently taking place in your garden.
Flashes of crystalline cyan flit across the air as Childe wields his double blades, merging them into a spear, his muscles taut at the effort.
The little girlâs tiny hands curl into fists, as she leans forward in anticipation, marine gaze following her fatherâs movements.
He reminds her of the illustrations sheâs seen in the picture books Teucer has shown her before.
She must get closer.
Looking over her shoulder, your daughter makes sure youâre busy with something in the kitchen.
Her plan can be put into action now.
Crawling towards the door on all fours, she realizes sheâs nowhere near tall enough to reach the handle.
Oh, but she takes after you, and will not be deterred by something like this.
Silently, the baby makes her way towards the dog you took in. Heâs big and fluffy and very peaceful, often keeping company to the little girl. With a gentle pat to his side, she looks up at him with those big blue eyes and, despite his instinct to keep her safe, the puppy obliges to her demand.
Folding his paws, the animal lowers himself to the ground, allowing your daugher to climb. A vivid spark flashes through her ocean eyes, tiny hands securing on her companionâs fur.
And just as she was about to reach the door opening to the garden, a familiar voice thatâs lulled her to sleep many a night stops her in her tracks.
âAnd just what do you think youâre doing, little lady.â You stand a couple feet away from her, hands on your hips, your concern masked with masterfully feigned anger.
Your baby stares up at you, that oceanic gaze puppy-like, much like her father did when you were mad at him.
âMamaâŠâ She mumbles, her little hands signaling to where Childe is training outside, sounds you canât understand leaving her pouty lips.
You sigh, kneeling to pick her up, rubbing your dogâs chin gently.
âSo you want to see papa training, donât you, little troublemaker?â You prompt, smiling as you tickle her belly. She giggles, wiggling her legs in your hold. âAlright, just this once, and because heâs almost finished with his routine.â You warn, softly pinching her cheek.
Once outside, you both stare at the harbinger, you, with heating cheeks; your daughter, in admiration and wonder.
Then:
âPapa!â She calls, energetically waving to her father, as you have to struggle so she doesnât fall out of your grasp.
Suddenly, Ajaxâs hydro blades vanish, a rare glow present in the eyes that are so like his daughterâs. A wide grin spreads across his sun-kissed features, arms opening as he runs towards you and his baby.
âPapa! Papa!â His daughter repeats, as your husband hugs the both of you.
No matter how cold Snezhnayaâs blizzards blew, Ajax would always have his personal patch of sunshine in you two.
⧠KAEYA
Calla lilies surround the scene, their russet-hued petals aglow in the blue shimmer of the statue of the seven standing amidst the lake.
Dusk approaches, the sky still dyed in shades of tangerine and cherry blossom, the sun, a glimmering halo right above the horizon.
Over frondous grass spotted in sun and shadow, a blanket lies, its baby blue pattern fading into the multiple colors of the snacks scattered above it: portions of cake you baked the afternoon prior; sandwitches carefully cut in triangle shapes; handpicked apples and sunsettias, cut and placed into plates by your lover.
But perhaps the most vivid color of them all was that of the couple sitting atop it.
A couple and their daughter.
âYou really liked this pie, didnât you, little lily?â Kaeya coos at his baby, her chubby cheeks littered with crumbs of the soft cake sheâs been devouring all afternoon. Two pairs of ice blue eyes meet each other beneath the setting sun, the girlâs giggles eliciting a chuckle from her fatherâs lips as he carefully wipes her face. âMama will be mad if you stain your dress, little princess.â The cavalry captain points out, in mock scolding.
His reprimand is met with a bashful smile and his kid cuddling into him, her tiny hands clutching his clothes.
âKaeya, donât tease her!â You swat at his arm playfully, soft laughter leaving the both of you as your husband smooths over your girlâs hair, placing a soft kiss on her head.
âDonât pay any mind to papa, now.â You reassure her, tenderly brushing over her chubby hands. âHeâs a little silly sometimes.â
The girl looks up at you, those iceberg toned eyes wide in wonder at the world that she still has to discover around her.
You ruffle her hair, as she turns around in Kaeyaâs embrace, settling on top of his legs, staring up at him.
âPapa!â She announces, taking ahold of Kaeyaâs long braid, playing with it. âPapa⊠prince!â She points out, as she grabs one of the dolls she brought: a boy wearing a crown.
With a knowing grin, you shift closer to your lover, leaning against his side.
âYes, little sweetheart, youâre right, papa is a prince.â Kaeyaâs hand locks with yours over his shoulder, fingers laced together, the warmth of his touch so paradoxical, given the freeze he commands.
âAnd that is why youâre our little princess.â The knight tells your baby, as he places a stray calla lily on her hair.
âPrincess!â She happily babbles, rising her arms.
Instances like this⊠they truly stoked gentle flames around the captainâs heart, oftentimes concealed behind apparently crystalline walls of frost. As long as he had the two of you, at least during brief moments like this, there would be no need for practiced facades.
Across the distant horizon, even dusk seemed to delay, allowing a few more seconds of luminous skies for the family sitting below it, a flickering smile crossing the anemo archonâs face of stone.
⧠NEUVILLETTE
Slate skies expand above him, his opal eyes restless oceans in the tears they contain, painted lashes dripping in midnight droplets.
Rainbow roses seem to weep too, their petals downcast, the sunrise shades of their blossoms muted in the downpour.
Neuvillette stands alone, the garden of your shared home melancholy; the trees too bare, the grass ashen, the flowers wilting.
Save for the pitter-patter of rusted silver droplets, silence reigns the scene.
The hydro dragonâs mood had a tendency to be mirrored in the heavens over Fontaine, after all.
Sighing, the Chief Justice takes a sit by a bush of lumidouce bells. Fitting, for someone whose shoulders slump not unlike the petals of the periwinkle hued blooms.
âNeuvi, love.â A familiar voice calls him, gently. âWhat are you doing out there in this weather, dear?â
Long argent locks of hair shift, like seafoam by moonlight, when he turns around, water, from the rain, or his tears, or both, running down his cheeks.
âSomeone has come to see you, my love.â You softly utter, beckoning your husband towards the porch, the impending cacophony of his racing mind and falling downpour partially silencing.
Neuvilletteâs features warm up a bit the moment he realizes who youâre talking about.
A little girl placidly rests between your arms, eyes of crystalline dusk looking up at her father. Unlike his, hers are rounded, lacking the dark circles frequently etched under your loverâs.
âLook whoâs here, little rainbow.â You coo at your daughter, who tries chasing after your wiggling fingers, right as you playfully poke her belly. âPapa is here, do you perhaps want to play with him?â
The baby looks at you, one of her tiny fists on her mouth, as her eyes crinkle up in crescents. Then, she turns towards her dad, arms reaching out.
âPapa! Papa!â She laughs, inclining her flexible small torso towards him.
Neuvilletteâs gaze widens, placing his hands around his little girl, protectively cradling her in his embrace.
âPapa is here, sunshine.â Your lover assures her, as he leans down to kiss her nose.
In the distance, a familiar arch shoots across the heavens, the violet of goodbyes and separations shifting into rosy affection.
Golden replaces dull steel, flecks of it dotting the grass, remnants of rain clinging like emeralds to the verdant stems.
The sun is out. The hydro dragon cries no more.
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