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thenootshoot · 4 years

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Professor (Sigma x Reader) Chapter 4

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Past abuse/mention of rape, smoking/vaping, suicidal thoughts

A week had passed since that day. You and Professor de Kuiper - er - Siebren, had grown closer. He always made sure you were okay, "accidentally" forgetting to give you an assignment or two in that time. It helped take your stress away, and you sure as hell felt a lot better than before, but you knew it wasn't over. After all, your dad still lingered in your mind.

Your mind always went back to the first incident. You didn't know it was abuse at the time though. It wasn't until you entered middle school that you realized something was wrong. You thought everyone else was dragged around their house by their hair. You thought everyone had a paddle on the wall in case they were bad. You thought everyone had to throw away or burn every drawing they made and every coloring book they owned when they didn't get perfect scores on their school work. It was all you knew, dating as far back as kindergarten. At least that's what you remember.

"Are you certain? I can bring you back something."

Why was he so damn nice to you?

"No thanks professor. I know I don't eat a lot but if I force myself to, I'll get sick." You had to force a smile. "I'd rather focus on saving enough money for a dorm. Winter will be hectic otherwise."

Siebren sighed, slightly frustrated, but he understood. "Alright (y/n). Stay safe." He then headed out to the parking lot to drive off campus for lunch.

You headed for your car. You spent a lot of time there. It was very comforting in there, especially when you were at a low. Like right now. Sure, it felt good to get stuff off your chest about your dad, but you didn't get it all out. There was so much you still needed to tell him. God why did you want to tell your professor everything? Why couldn't you just talk to the damn counselor? It's not like Siebren was able to help you. He barely knew anything about the human mind!

You grabbed your vape from the center console, taking a puff and letting the smoke fill the air around you. You hated this habit of yours, but you couldn't help it. You didn't know how else to escape. Drugs were definitely a no. Alcohol...Well, that was for the very low times. The moments you wanted to forget the next day. Smoking was what you had found useful, but you went through cigarettes so quickly and they were getting more and more expensive. Vaping. That was your comfort now.

"God dammit..." You mumbled to yourself. "Why won't you just go away?"

More smoke filled the air, and your lungs. You wanted out of this all. You'd considered this multiple times before, but right now, it was so strong. Nicotine was killing you slowly but you wanted that death to come sooner. You wanted it now. You wanted the pain to go away. You wanted the world to disappear with your memories.

More smoke.

The tears came back. Not nearly as bad as last week, but by God's name they were bad. Your body began to shake. His voice appeared in your mind. The same words over and over again. I would never hurt you baby girl. You just have to listen and do what I say. If you don't, you'll wish you were dead. And you always listened to him. You God forsaken abusive father. The only male figure in your life from the moment your mother passed until..well...until you met Siebren. Your father made sure you never had or came into contact with a male teacher. He wanted no one else to top him. He only wanted you to know him and love, no, worship him. He'd do everything he could to make it happen.

"Go away..."

That night was one you would never forget. You thought you were free. You weren't. In school, you had met a boy. He was nice to you. Nicer than your father had been. At least you thought. You gave him all your love, eventually letting his existence known in front of your dad. The rage you saw...You'll never get over that. The breaking of the bottle on your head. The feeling of the belt against your face and body. The reopening of wounds. You remember it all. But above all, you remember the gun. That gun was your savior and nightmare. You never thought you'd be held at gunpoint by your own father. Yet you had been. And when he pulled the trigger...

Your hand moved to your neck, a visible scar where the bullet had sliced you open.

That same gun is what killed your father. After shooting you, he turned the gun to himself, sticking it in his mouth and pulling the trigger without hesitation. You regret crying so much over him, but he was all you knew. You were lucky your boyfriend had been planning to sneak in the house. He was the one who found the both of you. He was the reason you were alive today. You wish he hadn't come. You went to live with him when you got out of the hospital. He was worse than your dad. The countless times you were beaten by him because you wouldn't strip. The endless pain you felt as he strapped you down on the bed, your lower half bleeding from the forced penetration.

You were only seventeen when all that happened. One day, you were watching your dad die, the next, being raped by the man you thought loved you.

You didn't realize how bad you'd been shaking until now. You couldn't even keep your vape steady enough in your hands to keep it in your mouth. Why? Why did this have to happen to you? Why couldn't you just move on?

Bzzz bzzz

You looked down to your phone, which was on the seat beside you. A caller ID was on your screen. One you were all too familiar with. You didn't dare ignore it, immediately picking up the phone and answering.

"Hi love." You cringed at how good you were at hiding your emotions from him.

"Hi baby girl. Just really missing the sound of your voice. God I wish I could just pin you to the wall and shove my di-"

"Yeah-yeah. I know." You really didn't want to hear that right now. "I miss you too. Can't wait to come home."

"You better be here for Christmas break or I'll make your ass light up, you hear?"

You gripped your baggy sweatpants to keep yourself from letting it all out. You wanted out of this. You wanted to just say it was over and move on. But you couldn't leave. You couldn't bear to see him accept the same fate your father had.

What is wrong with me?

"Yes sir. I will be at your house, ready to do as you wish."

"That's my girl. Now, can you video call? I need to see you naked so I can relieve myself of a little scratch~"

You gulped and looked at the time. "S-Sorry but the bell is going to ring in less than thirty seconds. Tonight for sure, okay? I'll do whatever you want me to."

He chuckled over the phone. "You better get ready then."

And he hung up.

That was it. You didn't want to do this. You couldn't. But you couldn't leave. God why?

"Why me?"

You looked to your phone, scrolling through your contacts. Maybe he could help. He had to be able to, right? He helped you before. I mean, he doesn't know everything but he knows enough.

You stopped on the contact "Professor de Kuiper" and tapped it. The options popped up. Call, message, video call. God did you really want to do this. He didn't even know about Derek or your father killing himself. He only knew the pain you endured growing up. The things you were forced to do. You couldn't keep this to yourself though. You only had one more quarter before break and you wanted nothing more than to stay here. You wanted to feel safe. You wanted to stay with Siebren...

"Hello? Is everything alright?"

You hadn't realized you pressed the call option.

"O-oh, um, yeah...Sorry..C-can we talk soon?" Your emotions were slipping. It was painfully obvious something was wrong.

"Of course. I'll see you in my office during your study time." He sounded relieved. Had he wanted you to talk to him?

"Thank you...I-I have to go...I'll s..see you then..." You then hung up, not giving him time to talk. You had to tell him everything...You needed to feel his arms around you again...You needed him.

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"Then stay with me."

Those words played over and over again in your mind.

You had told him everything that had happened in your car. The thoughts that flowed through your mind, your father killing himself, the rape and abuse from your current boyfriend, the trapped feeling you felt, and the fear. God you emphasized your fear. You almost felt bad telling Siebren. He's probably never seen anyone so afraid in his life.

You did feel his embrace. It's where you were now, and where you had been when he offered to let you stay with him for the break. Yes, he really did say that.

"I know it is unprofessional of me, but I do fear for you. I fear if you leave, you may not come back in one piece."

You just nodded, face pressed against his chest. You could feel his chest rising and falling with each breath. You could hear each breath too. And his heartbeat. It had increased a bit since you had told him everything. Was it because he was fearful?

"I-I know...I really w...I want to..." You couldn't help the hiccups at this point. "I feel s-safe..."

"I know. Just breathe. Like we've been practicing."

You nodded and did your beast to steady your breathing. In your nose, out your mouth. You would think, after nearly five years of taking psychology classes, that you'd be better at calming yourself. Guess not.

"I'll make sure he doesn't get you. Okay?" He shifted to look down at you. "Don't answer next time he calls. If he threatens you, tell me. I'll take care of it."

You nodded, tightening your grip on Siebren. You felt him begin to rub your back in an attempt to comfort you. It worked to an extent, but nothing major. It was enough to allow control over your emotions again. You didn't know why he, of all people, was so helpful, nor did you know why he was so eager to help and comfort you, but you loved it. You loved feeling this safe. You'd never felt so safe.

"You mentioned saving for a dorm earlier today. Do you not have a place to stay on campus?" He suddenly asked.

You shook your head. "I live in my car. Jane lets me go to her dorm to shower and what not whenever I feel dirty but, that's the closest it gets for me. Being a waitress doesn't get me very far but no one else will hire me."

He let out a frustrated sigh before speaking. "I have a guest bedroom you could stay in until you save enough money. It's getting rather chilly and I don't wish to see you getting sick, especially if your car is the only place you can rest."

Why are you so nice to me?

"Oh, um, thank you professor...I appreciate it."

You didn't show it at all, but you were beyond excited. A warm house, a bed, food that wasn't three days old. It was a luxury on your part.

The bell then rang.

You looked up at your professor, a small smile on your face. You were relieved. Someone cared about you. Someone genuinely cared about you. With a bit of effort, you got up, grabbing your things as your professor began to gather his own things. You walked to the door, opening it and stepping about halfway out before stopping.

"Thank you so much Siebren. I hope I can repay you someday." You happily told him before finally leaving.

Had you stayed just a second more, you would have seen his face turn a little pink.

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ssigmas · 5 years

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shared singularities

hi i love sigma with all my heart and this scene wouldn’t leave me alone so have this.

i don’t know anything about physics but overwatch isn’t real so let’s pretend everything makes sense.

sigma/reader

You watched, mesmerized, as the small gravitons in his hand wavered, floating just inches above his palm. Their metal casings broke apart and snapped back together again in a distinct rhythm, like the two twin weapons were chattering amongst each other.

The newest member of Talon (Sigma, you reminded yourself - you weren’t yet on a first-name basis, and likely never would be -) had the ability to control gravity due to an experimental mishap. For someone who had always admired the stars from afar, his powers interested you to no end. What would it be like to control one of the most important forces in the universe? What does it feel like to harness the power of the cosmos, to make the space around you bend to your every whim?

All that power, and yet he had diminished it to small spheres, capable of fitting neatly into his hand.

“Can I hold them?” You regretted the words the instant they came from your lips. Sigma regarded you with an unreadable expression, and you resisted the urge to shrink under his gaze. “Ah, well, I mean - “

Wordlessly, he held out his hand, his weapons cradled carefully between his fingers. You opened your palms, and he dropped his - what had he called them? Hyperspheres? - into your waiting hands.

You couldn’t help the soft “oh!” that left your lips. They were heavier than they seemed, and sat motionless in your palms. It felt more like you were holding really expensive marbles than specially-crafted miniature graviton bombs.

“They’re not moving,” you observed dumbly.

“Naturally,” Sigma said. “They’re made to be inert when in the wrong hands.”

You chanced to look up, and found him peering down at you curiously. The moment your eyes met, you quickly turned your eyes back to the...hyperspheres in your hand. You thumbed over the geometric metal, feeling but not seeing the seams where they slotted into place. “They’re heavy, too,” you murmured. “Am I feeling the weight of the singularity, or the metal that holds it in place?”

Sigma stepped closer, his upper half slightly angled toward you. Perhaps it was your imagination, but he sounded more relaxed, more warm when he spoke next. “Strictly speaking, gravitons hold no mass. Instead, you are more likely experiencing the sensation of their pull - the “metal” that you mentioned is actually a complex alloy that interfaces with the graviton’s unique charge, and while it is able to contain the effects of the graviton almost completely, it - “

He cut himself off with a slight shake of his head. You caught the beginnings of a smile pulling at his lips, however. “Ah, I beg your pardon. Next time, don’t let this old man ramble about things that don’t interest you.”

Your fingers clutched a little tighter around the hyperspheres. “No! No, I uh. I find this stuff really interesting! I just...a lot of the terminology goes over my head.” You sounded almost sheepish. Here was this brilliant astrophysicist with the most intimate knowledge of the cosmos intertwined with his blood, and you were lucky enough to understand the terms “singularity” and “event horizon.” Still, he smiled at you in a way that suggested a professor’s patience, and you startled when you felt his fingertips touch the backs of your hands.

“Then, maybe a demonstration will suffice?” His fingers were cool, almost cold against your skin, but that was all but forgotten when the spheres began to float as they did earlier in his palms. You felt the energy swirl between the two objects as their shells began the sequence of drifting apart and coming together, that same steady chittering starting up again.

“Wow,” you breathed out. Dimly, you felt Sigma cup the entirety of your cusped palms in his much larger ones, and to your amazement the hyperspheres floated higher. They took up a lazy orbit around each other, a set of stars locked in an eternal dance, and you felt them thrum against your skin. Goosebumps spread up your arms and throughout your spine at the sensation, so strange and foreign and somehow pleasant. “This is...woah. Wow. Amazing.”

“Isn’t it?” Sigma’s voice was hushed, yet you could tell he was excited. He began speaking again, something about how he was able to control the graviton due to how it was contained, something or other about renormalization and string theory, but you couldn’t understand a bit of it. Instead, you focused on the energy that resonated from his fingertips to yours, on the way his thumbs carefully rested atop yours, on how breathless he sounded, as he kept spouting technobabble.

It felt like something was building, not in the way that a scream tries to bubble out, but rather like a pressure that could be relieved with a good stretch, or like lifting the lid off a steaming pot. You had the impression of being a container that was too small, and that if you could just make yourself bigger this sensation would go away -

Suddenly, it dispersed. Once it was like everything, and then nothing at all. Sigma muttered a brusque apology, and then he, too, was gone.

You stood there, hands still cupped around imaginary objects, feeling like you were adrift in space.

#.txt #overwatch #sigma #siebren de kuiper #sigmaxreader #writing #he definitely strikes me as a professor type ngl #like if you ask him a question about space or black holes and you genuinely wanna know #he'll explain it to you as many times as it takes until you understand it #like i feel like he gets really excited when he can share his knowledge #hes like yes!! come learn!!#i love sigma he's just so *chef kiss* exquisite #also i literally don't know shit about physics please dont come @ me

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ultradiplr · 5 years

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Stress Relief

Butler!SigmaxReader

Plot: You notice the head butler of the estate you’ve been invited to has had a rough night and offer to help him relieve his stress.

Tags: Age Difference. Size Difference. Master/servant dynamics. Oral. Fingering. Penetration. Reader is Gender Neutral but is referred to as Sir as an honorific because Idk, I didn’t feel like thinking too hard about it.

A/N: Prompt provided by the Sigma Server and voted on by my lovely followers on Twitter, head over there yourself to see art and vote in the next poll if you’d like! Twitter.

Company get togethers are always sort of awkward, but when its hosted at the founder’s estate it just adds a whole new layer of unpleasantness. Although you were technically nothing more than a file pusher at the lower levels of the company you won a lottery draw to join with the bosses and executives to said founder’s estate and you dreaded the idea the moment your name was announced.

You did not belong around those sorts of people, rich assholes that just had a knack for ordering people around or the types of people willing to kiss up enough to join them, and you felt completely isolated as you stood in the nicest thing you owned alone at the back of a large party room filled to the brim with fancy business types all wearing suits that probably costs more than your entire life savings.

You were sure no one would realize you left if you just walked out right now, no one except maybe your boss but they were off rubbing shoulders with their boss’s boss so maybe not, but you stayed anyway. One because free food was free food, and two because well… you hated to admit it, but the owner sure had some fine looking help.

Especially the head butler. An older man, insanely tall and broad, with sharp but still soft features and gorgeous grey-periwinkle eyes that dazzled as if filled with stars. It was embarrassing how quickly you became smitten from simply laying eyes on him as he greeted everyone as they came in through the door, it was more embarrassing how quickly filthy thoughts entered your brain when he held your hand in his gloved ones in a polite handshake.

You always had a thing for older or bigger men, and this guy was the complete package. God, you wanted to run your hands through his cute greying hair and hold onto his shoulders for dear life and kiss his pointed nose but alas, you did not have that sort of confidence. So you contented yourself with simply staying and taking your fill of him from afar for tonight.

Not very afar though, he was good at his job and came by to ask if things were alright quiet often, perhaps seeing you alone as a sign of a problem. You usually just answered him with a quick “I’m fine, thank you.” when he asked, and a simple “No, thank you.” when he offered you a glass of wine. You blushed hard every time he came around with something new and he spoke to you in his rich, sweet voice, and every time you made sure to thank him for his offers, especially as you noticed more and more people simply waving him off without so much as a glance.

You felt bad for him as the night slowly winded on and you noticed he started to look a little frustrated as he had to deal with increasingly rude guests. Disrespecting him, not answering him, and finally actually shouting at him, he took everything in stride but that last one really got to him, you could tell, as he apologized, turned on his heal, and walked out of the room. No one paid him any mind except the asshole who yelled at him who simply looked pleased at the abuse he inflicted before turning back to his group and chatting on like he’d done nothing wrong.

It boiled your blood but you weren’t in a position to stand up for the poor butler either, after all everyone here was technically your boss too. But you wanted to help the guy, he had been so thoughtful of you tonight, even if it was his job, so quickly you followed after him.

It took a bit to find him again, his stride so much bigger and faster than yours but when you did find him he was pacing around and looking as frustrated as ever. He didn’t seem to notice you, or any of the other help that shuffled past him quickly taking things to and from the party. He looked a bit disheveled and his hand combed through his hair as the other was gripping repeatedly into a fist. He was a lot more angry than you thought.

You stood a distance away from him, and coughed to get his attention, “Sir?” You said and he stopped in his angry pacing to look back at you, “I’m sorry for what happened back there, you didn’t deserve to get yelled at.” You said hesitantly.

He looked at you for a moment, his eyes betraying his confusion even as his face stayed placidly angry. He blinked, sighed and composed himself as best he could, smoothing his hair back with one of his gloved hands.

“Thank you, I appreciate your concern.” He half smiled at you, the tire now coming out in his features. “But I advise you to return to the party, this area is restricted to staff only.” He said calmly, shifting easily back into his service voice.

You blushed and chuckled awkwardly looking around you realized you had no idea where you were, “Oh… um, alright.” Was that it? A simple thank you? Was he alright? You didn’t want to leave him stewing in negative emotion but at the same time you didn’t want to seem like you were pushing boundaries on this complete stranger.

“So it’s a left and then right, right?” You ask pointing behind you and he looked in that direction and back at you.

He sighed again and straightened himself out, “I’ll escort you back.” He said and you instantly felt bad, had you just interrupted what little break he wanted to take?

“No, it’s fine, thank you!” You say quickly, stepping back from him but he closes the distance between you instantly and takes your hand, wrapping your arm around his and leading you briskly back in the direction you came.

“No, no, I don’t want you getting lost, it wouldn’t be the first time a guest has and the onus is on me if you do anyhow.” He sounded a bit annoyed and it stung your heart, you didn’t want him to be angry with you, you just wanted to apologize and make him feel better.

“I’m serious about being sorry for what happened.” You say as you try to keep up with his gate, “You did a really good job tonight, you really didn’t deserve that yelling, I just wanted to know if you’re alright.” You spoke fast, mind slightly distracted with not tripping over your feet and falling flat on your face.

He stopped and you jolted a bit by the sudden lack of momentum, the party could be heard slightly muffled through the thick walls, perhaps only just right outside were it was being hosted. He looked down at you, his expression amused, tired, but amused.

“I’ve done this job for many, many years, that wasn’t anything I can’t handle on my own.” He says assuredly with a soft squeeze to your hand, though that doesn’t really make you any happier.

“At least take a break, please?” You ask up at him, for the first time in your life actually pouting, “You looked awfully stressed back there, I can show you a few ways to relax if you want.” You said with a touch to his chest.

He blinked at you as all expressions dropped from his face, and you looked at him confused for a moment before blushing hard with the realization about how that sounded. He seemed frozen, like he was unsure about what you said, and in truth you were unsure too.

“I-I know some breathing exercises.” You correct quickly, withdrawing your hand slightly. You saw his expression change slightly into.. Disappointment? Wait a second, he couldn’t have actually wanted…

“But there are other things too… if you want… I wouldn’t mind.” You added quickly after that, splaying your hand on his chest again, feeling his heartbeat under the thick layers of clothing.

You watched the cogs turn in his head and flush a little darker as his eyes quickly flick over you. He looks up at the entrance to the party and back at you and then he lets out a slightly shaky breath. Without a word he holds you a little tighter to him and leads you to another door in the hallway.

When he opens it he quickly ushers you inside before shutting the door and locking it behind him. You feel softness around you and are kind of freaked out before he turned on the light to reveal it’s just the coat room. You’re momentarily distracted from your handsome partner by the idea of being surrounded by so much money, but your attention is drawn back as he pulls you into him and lifts you so that he can latch onto your lips.

You moan into the kiss as he flexes his strength, holding you tightly against him with one hand firmly on your ass as the other hand threads it’s fingers in your hair. He’s frustrated and rough, devouring your moans as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and cling to him desperately.

Your make out session did not last long, or did it? It was hard to tell, time felt so fake as you felt his tongue explore your mouth, but soon enough he pulled away, chuckling at your already disheveled appearance and wiping away the little saliva that followed him.

“Did that please you sir?” He asked cheekily and you felt a weird sort of feeling roll through you at the title.

“Y-yes.” You squeaked out and he chuckled giving your ass a squeeze before letting you down.

“I believe you wanted to show me how to relax, sir?” He said, the honorific dripping with pointed lust, and you gulped.

“I.. um.. I think you’re too tall… standing.” You stutter out, hands resting on his thighs and seeing easily if you were to get down on your knees you wouldn’t actually be able to reach him.

“What would you like me to do, sir?” That word was making your head swim, even if it was a respectful title it sounded more like a pet name in his tone.

“Sit?” You say unsure and he lowers himself to the floor instantly, keeping his legs wide to allow you room.

“Is this alright?” He asks as you settle between his legs and start to run your hands along his thick legs.

You nod, “Perfect.” You say a little breathlessly, and he chuckles, watching with amusement as your small hands feel up his calves and thighs.

The fabric of his uniform felt expensive too, soft and smooth and very breathable. He was warm to the touch and so very muscular. You wondered just what this uniform was hiding, but at the same time the sight of him sitting with his legs spread before you while still wearing such an outfit was much too delicious.

You ran your hands up his thighs, feeling them quiver just the slightest as your small hands roamed over them, and slowly felt up to his already hardening bulge. He felt hot to the touch, even through his pants as you cupped him, moving the fabric over him as you gave a few light tugs at him. He moaned softly and bit his lip, his face red and his eyes dilated in lust. As you felt him up you leaned down and kissed him over his pants, earning a satisfied sigh as a white gloved hands settled on your head, petting it softly.

You unzipped him enough to free him and you gasped when you pulled him out. He chuckled darkly at your expression and you felt your face heat up even more.

“Is it to your liking, sir?” He said smugly and your face reddened even more.

You could only nod, wide eyes and open mouth as you held is beautifully thick and long cock in your hands. It was heavy and hot and just so perfect with a thick vein running along the bottom that you thumbed as you stroked him experimentally. His hand flexed on your head a little but he made no move to rush you, settling back more as he watched your hand pump him slowly, taking him all in with your eyes.

You locked eyes with him as you lowered your head and licked a long stripe from his base to his tip, smiling when it pulled a delicious groan from him that hit you straight in your loins. You liked his head, swirling your tongue around it and lightly sucking on it as you jacked him, delighted to feel his hand grip into your hair.

“Sir.” He whined as you took him deeper into your mouth.

You knew no matter how much you wanted to take all of him you simply did not have enough time or luxury to adjust to him so you compensated for the extra inches with your hand as you took him as far as you could, moaning around him as he twitched in your throat. He smoothed your hair out of your face with his extra hand and before you could do anything both hands gripped your hair and forced your head up and off of him before slamming you back down onto his shaft.

You let him, drooling around him and lazily looking up at him, tears falling from your face as your hands abandoned their stroking to simply grip onto his pants. He was rough and obviously trying to just chase his own release regardless of your comfort though you noted he didn’t force you down any further than your limit. He bucked his hips into your mouth and delighted in the awful sounds that came from him fucking brutally into your rawing throat.

“You’re a natural, sir.” He bit out, the sir adding a strange and arousing layer to the degradation. He was mocking you and it was so fucking good.

He pulled your head off of him and pulled you to him, smiling at the way your eyes rolled and locked on him, unfocused and dilated to hell, gasping for air through your rubbed raw lips. He kissed you, tender in comparison for his rough treatment.

You straddled his hips, locking him between you as he continued your make out session from before, only this time with a lot more biting and mumbling as his hands quickly grabbed and pulled you out of your clothes, stripping you completely while he still sat fully clothed.

As he tossed your shirt deeper into the closet he pulled back to admire you, eyes taking your in as his soft gloves caressed all your sensitive areas lovingly.

“Mooi.” the word drifted out of his lips breathlessly and although you didn’t know what he said it made you blush all the more harder.

You wanted to cover up, feeling exposed under his eyes and the fact he was still clothed but he simply did not let you, lightly swatting your hands away every time you tried. His hands smoothed over your sides and down to your hips where they rested and guided you to grind onto him a little. You grabbed onto his shoulders and mewled as you felt his hard shaft under you.

He thrusts lightly up into you as he watched you glide along him, precum dripping along himself and helping you slide smoothly even more. You whimpered when he lifted you a little high and you felt his tip ever so slightly catch into you before gliding back over you. He kissed your shoulder and whispered into your ear,

“Is this what you want, sir?” He tilted his hips and you felt him push up just a little into you and you gasped loudly, gripping on his shoulders so tightly your knuckles went white.

“Y-yes.” You huff out as you feel him glide over you again.

He chuckled darkly and leaned you back onto the floor so that he loomed over you. He smiled down at you, looking awfully menacing and sexy, all done up and proper still save for his slightly crooked bow tie and ruffled hair. He braced himself with one arm beside your head and with his other hand he brought it up to his mouth and removed it in one smooth motion. He spit the glove away to the side to be lost with your own clothing and delicately began to caress you again, no barrier between you and his skin now.

You writhed a little under him as he felt you up, running his fingers over your neck and shoulders and down the middle of your chest and over your stomach, teasingly stopping just at your waistline and skipping straight to your thighs that he pet lightly.

“Please.” You sighed raising your hips as his hand traveled higher up your inner thigh, “Please.” you pant as his hand lightly ghosts over were you want him to touch, “Please.” you moan when he finally does.

He leans in to capture your lips as you pull him close when his fingers finally enter you, wasting no time in stretching you out. It was a little painful but you didn’t care as you slowly adjusted, moving your hips along with his fingering, loving how deeply they hit inside you. His chest rumbled with moans as fingered your tight entrance and you squeezed down on him, the need to shove his cock into you growing by the second.

When he felt you prepped enough he took his fingers from you and grabbed onto himself, stroking himself a few times as he lined up with you. He gave you a look, making sure you were ready and with a nod he began to push into you. His other hand had to clamp down on your mouth as you let out a long, strained and loud whine as you felt him stretch you. You couldn’t stop it, the stretch just too much. Not bad, not bad at all, but just.. So much. You went ridgid at just his tip and he had to coo you into relaxing with kisses and soft words.

As he slowly worked inch by inch into you, you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching, the mixture of the feeling of being so full and his sweet attention being a dangerous concoction, and before he could even get halfway in you jolted with a sudden orgasm. He stopped instantly and a desperate, muffled cry was pulled from his throat as he felt you squeeze around him.

“Are you alright?” He asked with a huff, touching your face and waiting for you to snap back to reality.

“Y-yes, fuck, keep going.” You asked leaning into his touch and moving your hips to encourage him, helping him slip into you even more.

He groans and continues to push forward, bottoming out with a full body shiver and holding your hips tightly with his hand to keep you from squirming, trying to calm himself down long enough to actually start moving. You meanwhile grabbed and scratched and pulled on whatever you could reach, pulling him closer to kiss his face and feel around under his suit jacket. You felt so hot and overwhelmed in the best way, stretched wider than you ever had and completely addicted to the feeling already.

You were sure you’d be ruined for any other man after this.

When he started to move you nearly came again, the long, agonizing drag out forcing you to feel every little detail of him. You mewled and muffled yourself in his shoulder, biting down on the fabric there as he snapped his hips into yours harshly. He set an agonizing pace, slow out and hard in, making you lose your mind as you were pushed quickly toward another peak.

“Fuck” He barked as he felt you cum again but this time he did not stop, continuing to thrust into you as you quivered around you, dragging it out.

His hips picked up as he began to slide into you easier and easier as you relaxed and adjusted to him and soon your whole body was wrapped around him in an attempt to hold onto him as he pounded relentlessly into you. He kept his hand firmly on your mouth as every thrust pushed a moan out of you and his head was bowed harshly into your neck, his breath hot and quick on your skin as he huffed with every brutal thrust.

You heard mumbling from him but you couldn’t tell if it was English or Dutch, mind lost in the feeling of his thick cock.

When he came he bit down hard on his arm he was using to brace himself as he emptied a thick load into you with a full body shiver, continuing to fuck into you until it finally became too much and he stopped, panting and whining quietly.

“Thank you.” He says softly, breathlessly, and it hits you how tired and relieved he sounded, how much more… lively his voice sounded like this.

“You’re very welcome.” You say so softly, nuzzling into him with a wide and tired smile, warmth radiating through you.

—–

After you had gotten redressed and presentable he helped you out and called a private driver to take you home, seeing that you had no reason to stay any longer.

“I do hope you enjoyed your short visit.” He said as helped you into the back of a very nice car.

“Yes, very much.” You say as you settle onto the nice leather seats.

Before he could shut the door you stopped him smiled, “If you ever need to relieve some stress again I’m always free.” You flirted.

He smiled, a beautiful genuine smile and nodded, “I’ll be sure to remember that on your next visit, sir.” He said with a wink and with that he closed the door.

Damn, guess you need to get a promotion asap.

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loverofvillains · 5 years

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The first Readerfic I have ever written

@ssigmas, I blame you entirely for this! However, I am sort of grateful for inspiration! I been struggling with writing lately and stagnant too long. Thousands of ideas swirling in the head at work, get home, BLANK at the laptop. Why.

So this is going to be a SigmaxReader fic! And it's my first reader fic. Be gentle >.>

Binary Stars

Your passions always lied in astrophysics and quantum physics, ever since you could see the stars in the sky. You loved going out with friends to stargazing parties, and even scrimped and saved all your extra money from working to buy yourself the best telescope one could own. You even took some photography lessons, because you wanted to take your own photos and capture the night sky as you saw it. You ended up becoming a professor yourself, at the young age of 25.

It was an incredible feat, but when you decided you wanted something, you buried yourself in your work and even took extra classes. You were set at an accelerated rate, and finished before many others who started with you. It was an oddity to have such a young, beautiful professor at the university. Most were used to older people teaching classes. This was probably why your classes had the highest attendance rate among your fellow professors.

One would think you were out of place, and at first, you felt that. There was only a handful of other professors teaching that were in the mid thirties; the closest to your age. The first week you ran into a slew of confidence issues, but everyone else was supportive and helpful on the campus. The other professors knew of your work, and were quick to help you whenever you felt out of place. One of them was quite a sincere man, and was ecstatic to hear you were in the same field as him. That was Dr. Siebren de Kuiper.

He was 55 at the time, but his build and his energy didn't match his age at all. You delighted in the banter back and forth about cosmic energies such as 'dark energy' which was still being figured out, and black holes, which he admitted to be working on an experiment involving its gravity. His life goal as he called it. You got along with all the others, and you turned some eyes of some professors, even some of the students around your age.

But Siebren? He was always warm, kind, and once in a while, would crack a corny, science joke with you. But he always remained professional. Always the gentleman, and careful not to seem creepy towards you. And the more short lunch talks you had with him, the more you spent time after hours in the labs with him, the more you saw him in a different light. That he was attractive. He was the type of man you wanted to find some day, as you told yourself many years ago. You didn't think you would find that in a man that was thirty years your senior though. And even in days like this, where humans had become more progressive than before, such large age gaps were frowned upon. Plus, he didn't seem to ever hint having any romantic interest in you.

But one day, you had a chance to test out his real thoughts.

The professors had gotten together with a nearby college's professors and all agreed to have a mixer party. One of the younger professors from your university found a nice, large bar to go to. And there was a game to play, a dating game.

There weren't many women in the group, but for the amount of women, the same number of men were selected to be 'chosen' to go out on a date with whichever woman chose them. It didn't have to be romantic or sexual, but could have been even a friendship building exercise.

Some were married and had to pass, but they were one man short...and Siebren had to be talked into giving it a try. He didn't seem to like the idea, and for the first time, you saw he may have insecurities about himself. Maybe this was not his thing? He was after all, like you, and immersed in his work as you were when the two of you weren't talking or teaching students. Even you initially protested the idea, despite the other girls being up for the fun. But seeing Siebren roped into the situation softened your protesting.

You went first since you were the youngest. Some of the younger professors were up there, flashing charming smiles or waving at you. But you only spared them a glance before walking right up to Siebren and giving him a smile. Those light eyes of his stared at you and blinked with confusion. Maybe he had too much to drink and was seeing things...because he looked down the line and saw all the others still standing there, available for your choosing. But you were standing in front of him, and out of them all, he was the oldest one. The realization he wasn't drunk and you were reality made his eyes widen and his throat go dry.

For a flash of a moment, you thought maybe he didn't like you. Maybe this was a mistake? He seemed speechless and awkward about the idea. But you hated letting things get to you and only kept up the smile and said you'd like to take him out on a spectacular date, as friends if that made him comfortable.

It took him a moment to process what you were saying, and he still looked tense about it. But the two of you chose a nice Saturday night to go out. You refused to let him make the plans, because you had what you thought was the greatest idea for a date for two astrophysicists like yourselves.

And when that Saturday came, you woke early. You took extra care of yourself. You showered and shaved, went and got a pedicure and manicure, had your hair trimmed up, and even went shopping for a nice dress and new shoes. You felt nervous, and thinking about him made your heart race. (And you couldn't know that he himself was doing almost the same thing as you were; cleaner shaving, his hair trimmed up, dissatisfied with his current suits and gone out to find something nicer). You also had your tablet and many charts saved to it. You felt prepared for everything tonight and despite being nervous, the giddiest you ever felt in your life.

You called him and told him to meet you at the main street outside the entrance of the campus around six in the evening. And when you did, you saw how crisp and nice his clothing was. So much, you had to steal glances when you could while driving to admire him while he talked. His tone seemed off from what you remember...and realized even he was nervous. Maybe it had been a long time for him.

But you drove far from the city and out into the open land. Siebren was curious about where you were taking them, and you finally explained it. That you had made dinner and brought wine, along with a tablet, and a powerful telescope. And you were going to a dark sky area for the two of you to go star gazing.

Siebren stared and blinked a moment. Then...he laughed. It was a beautiful laugh to you, and he grinned. Obviously, you made a great choice.

" I am glad I agreed to let you plan the date...I admit I may not be very creative and thought of finding a fancy restaurant and maybe a movie after. My...I haven't done field research in quite some time. I been in the labs so long, it would be nice to simply look at the stars again," he would say.

And from there, you knew you made the right choice.

You get to the area as the sun is setting, and he helps you set up the telescope. The tablet had many charts for the two of you of the positions of various cosmic entities. You also brought out a wicker basket with dinner, and dessert, with a large, soft blanket. The two of you set up the blanket and the food, waiting for the twilight to end and for the night to completely fill the sky. He lightens up as the two of you eat, going over theories the both of you been working on in your own time outside of grading student papers.

The both of you are so passionate about your work, it doesn't bore either of you to talk about it off campus in your own time off. And while like almost every scientist does, you two argue differing opinions, you two always seem to tease each other in your own way about it.

"Stroop waffles?" he questioned when you brought out the plate.

"Yes," you say and smile. "Made them myself."

And you were damn good at making them. It was a recipe your mother taught you and was famous in the family. And when he tried one, his eyes lit up.

"These are fantastic!"

And like that, the two of you seemed closer. After the last one was finished, the sun had disappeared beyond the horizon completely, and the night sky had unfolded before the two of you. There was no light pollution, and you could see everything the sky had to offer. Both of you looked at the charts and input coordinates, taking turns checking on some stars, some nebulas, and even the Andromeda galaxy and its beauty. There were stars you been studying, thinking they were binaries orbiting with a black hole. It was known it could happen, as one star proved in the Cygnus constellation.

" Orbiting," he would say.

"Dancing," you would argue.

"No, no, dancing has steps and a rhythm. Much different than circles," he shot back.

So you grin and put your hands on your hips. "Really? I wish to test that theory."

So you pull him to the edge of where the blanket lay and had him place his hand on your hip. And you move in a circle, your hand in his. And all you could do is give a cocky grin. " You see? Dancing."

Siebren was nervous at first, but dancing with you, he gave a rare smile. " But here is where you miss the point and the flaw in your theory. They do orbit. Why? Because orbiting does not involve contact...and here, there is much contact."

And for the first time...it was your turn to blush and feel nervous. The way he said it so smoothly, and the skin around his eyes crinkled seeing he had finally managed to make you blush and feel flutters like he had been feeling. But those wide eyes of yours may have been interpreted wrongly. He let you go and his smile disappeared quickly, as if he had done something very wrong.

" I apologize," he said, clearing his throat.

No, you think to yourself. You snapped from the stiffness you had...he didn't need to know the thoughts you just had that raced through your head as fast as light.

"No, no! There is no need to apologize," you said and rush forward, taking his hand and holding it a moment. Your heart raced in fear that he may not feel the same, though for that one moment...you felt with certainty that he held the same romantic ideals towards you as you did him.

The poor man tilted his head at you in clear confusion and puzzlement. It was not often someone young as you even batted an eye his way. And admittedly, you never gave many men this older than you a second glance. But there was a gravity he had about himself...and you wanted to freefall through it.

" Look. I'm...quite a deal older than you, and. There are many more your age out there that would be better able to take care of you, and not to mention, more attractive. I...really was surprised you picked me when you had the choice of any of them. Flattered...but surprised. Why did you?" he finally asked.

This was the first real date you been on with him. And most of your friendship had been built on lunches together, run ins in the hallways, or work in the labs. None of you had been out together in a social setting until that night. You didn't want to seem desperate, but you also wanted him to know you had genuine attraction to him.

" I actually do like you. That's why," you would say, and it sounded lamer of an admittance than you originally thought. You felt you had to justify it, as you would for any theory, or opinion you would give on particular topics. " You always been kind, and very welcoming towards me. I always enjoy our talks and discussions. And...I don't believe you. You are damn attractive, don't be so humble about it."

Siebren rose a brow at you. He made it obvious he had his doubts and that you were just trying to entertain him or placate him.

"I'm serious," you would stress and squeeze the hand you had grabbed. But then you let it go and fold yours in front of you. Maybe you had been too forward. "I'm sorry."

" About?" he asked.

" You don't seem interested," you admit. And honestly...that hurt. To think he was not interested was a blow to your confidence, and you felt awkward. All you wanted to do now, was rush home, drink a bottle of wine, and face plant into a pillow and forgot the night happened. He was going to turn you down. You been so sure he had been flirting with you that one moment...and your interpretation had been wrong.

"On contrary. You're a very beautiful woman. You could have anyone you wanted. And you chose the old man. I have been very fond of you, but given your age...I didn't think you could possibly ever harbor any romantic intent for me. I was fine with the idea of friendship. I admire your intellect, and it is hard to find someone to keep up with my general discussions like we have had," he said and looked away from you. "When you chose me that night...I didn't believe it. I had to have been drunk. Yet..here we are. The way you smiled tonight, and was so eager to be close to me...I know I am intelligent and highly skilled. But I could not believe the facts that were plain and clear in front of my face. I... didn't want to kid myself into believing it."

That made you flutter. He was fond of you? That was a start! That meant he had thoughts of you...though you doubted he may have had the ones you have had of him lately. There had been some raunchy thoughts that had permeated your mind as of late. But you want to try with him. And you look to him, hoping he won't turn you away.

" You...dressed very nicely tonight. I forgot to mention," you say. And inwardly curse yourself out. How pathetic was that? Here he was making his feelings clear...and all you could say in response was 'nice suit'? But you were relieved to see him smile and take a single step closer.

" As did you. Were you dressing to impress?" he asked.

" Yes...what about you?" you shoot back, feeling a nervous smile come to your lips. And hope this meant he would try this with you.

" Was hoping so," he said as he took another step closer. " Is it working?"

" I think that is my question," you say and take your own step forward. You desperately want him to do something, because now you're too nervous to move. And you could not look away from him. Your eyes stay glued to his, how light they are, the wrinkles at the corners. The way he smiled, and the way he could draw you in. There were so many things he could do. Kiss you. Dance with you again. Hell, throw you onto the blanket and strip you down and touch every inch of your body. Anything he would want to do, you felt no objection to complying with.

But what he does next makes you blush the deepest red you may have ever experienced. He takes your hand and lifts it up to his face. You feel the soft, gentle press of his lips to your hand. And he keeps eye contact with you. It was such a simple gesture. So classy and refined...and yet, the simple action was causing your insides to roil in pure and unrefined excitement. And you make a gesture you weren't aware of...and you see him blink, and see a faint pink on his own high cheeks. He lets your hand go and clears his throat, glancing back to the blanket.

"Well. Um. Shall we?...We can sit down and make more observations," he offered. You didn't realize you were biting your lip with a very inviting gaze until you let it go and went to speak. And now you knew why he suddenly appeared flustered.

"Certainly," you say. He sits down, and upon the discoveries you both made about yourselves and your attractions, you think nothing of sitting between his legs and leaning back against him.

And for him, he could not believe his luck. Shocked eyes would look at you seeing you settling between his legs and leaning to him. Arms stayed up, not sure how to settle on you without being too inappropriate. Not aware he could be as inappropriate as he desired, and you would be welcoming to it. You were making his own heart race. And while he had had his own rather risque thoughts about you, he was too modest to dare let on what he fantasized about.

" So...the star you are studying," he began, deciding to settle his arms around your shoulders. " The...Pegasus constellation, you say?"

"Yes...it's orbit shows no binary star. It is just like the one in Cygnus...but. Oddly, this one is not a neutron star. You'd think the star would be shredded by now," you would explain. And you become aware of something. How...warm he feels against you. The soft breath at the back of your neck. And there is a stirring in your navel that is screaming now, ramped up from the proximity to him.

" Quite interesting, but not surprising. Black holes can feed ravenously or sip as they desire. We still yet to discover what 'kicks off' the frenzy or what makes them eat demurely..." he would say to you. But you are noticing something. The way he talks, the way his warm breath breezes over your neck. It makes your eyes flutter. You don't need to see him to know how close his head is to yours. And he has taken a more open and keen interest in you now that he realized the attraction was mutual.

Your head leans back a fraction, as if trying to tempt him to leaning more forward.

" And to think. That poor star. Being devoured and torn apart by that black hole's force," you murmur, racy thoughts flying pell-mell through your head.

" You seen the images of a star torn apart by a black hole...we have better ones now. It's a spectacular view. The spewing of energy...the brightness of it. The hotness of it," he breathed. And now you knew his lips were definitely closer. The way you two flirted...! And the way he talked, you arched a little in his hold, aching in your navel to the point of pain. Those hands of his, once hesitant and only resting around your shoulders, now moved and reached in, touching and sliding along the sides of your body. It caused you to hitch your breath; for Siebren, a dead give away to proceed.

" It's unfortunate for the star to have been in its path...it had no chance to escape," you would say...but your tone is affected. It came out with a moan, and for Siebren, he was only seeing green lights. Those hands moved along your body, reaching and meeting at your lower navel. Fingertips massaged and rubbed there, and the touch drove you insane. Rubbing there...! It was such a sensitive erogenous zone for you! And now both of you are lost in passions. Passions he didn't know he could still be capable of, and passions you didn't know about yourself. Your head goes back and settled against his shoulder, and it was an open invitation Siebren could not refuse.

Lips find purchase in your throat's skin, teeth grazing at times. Your legs are clenching together, eyes fluttering close as over thousands of scenarios play through your head.

" Woe to that star, my dear. Maybe that traveling, starved, black hole had finally found a decent source of energy to consume...and would be greedy about every measure of it. Maybe it had been too long for it," he murmurs at your ear, lips kissing gently at its shell. " It couldn't help but pull it in and feast on every savory morsel."

Those lips! Your arms waken, and your hand grips to his forearm, your hips making small, minuscule presses to his hands. His touch was knowing. A musician strumming his instrument to produce the most moving and insightful music.

" Mm, maybe the star doesn't mind being devoured and made a spectacle of," you would admit. And Siebren knew it. All your responses...he could tell he could do anything and you would welcome it. The prospect of being so intimate with you was arousing him and he let you know by jerking you close and letting you feel it with your rear. You feel a hand leave your navel area and reach up, capturing your jaw.

Siebren turns your head, making you face him. The way he looks at you...his eyes full of the same passionate lust you had for him. And he can recognize it in your eyes. His head leans in, so close, his lips a mere inch from yours. And those eyes stare into your soul...you could get lost in them.

" Then fall into me," he murmured. And the moment he seals his lips to yours, you are lost.

Your eyes flutter close, and you are gone, swept up in a flurry of touching, kisses and muffled moans. You barely realize he was lifting the hem of your dress, those large fingers toying at your lacy thong. But that touch was fire! And the way he touched you was teasing. Siebren was careful not to use too much pressure, wanting to have you begging for him before giving in. Every touch he gave you was intense. Your nerves were having trouble keeping up, sensitive to the most minuscule of brushes.

That thong of yours was moved to the side, and Siebren wasted no time...he wanted to hear you again. And wanted you to moan. And if he had any doubts about your attraction to him, he would find clear evidence that he did more to you than he ever thought possible.

As his fingers rubbed a single line up your folds, he would find a thick trail of your juices. You made a stifled wail, thighs shaking. Siebren only paused in disbelief...you were not just wet. You were soaked. The two of you had only been flirting heavily, with a kiss and him barely touching any sensitive areas of you. How could you not be? You had been fantasizing about him lately, and now you were trapped in his embrace, with him kissing you and touching you. And it was all real.

Siebren got back on track and kissed you once more. And soon you felt two, large fingers slip into you. It felt like your whole body would levitate off the ground with how hard you tensed upon his fingers. Even he broke the kiss and muttered some words in Dutch, just as surprised by it as you were. As at the first pump of those fingers, you gave a wail, your hips rutting and gyrating to the feeling. And soon you felt him. His hips pressed to you...and you felt it. The sheer size of what you felt! Fantasies of him stripping down and forcing you to your knees, throwing up your dress and pounding you into the soft grass and dirt went through your head. He set a steady rhythm, his hand growing soaked because of you. But God, you wanted more...! Those fingertips managed to reach that spot in you and your eyes flew open. With each thrust in, those tips rubbed that area at the ceiling of you, making your eyes cross.

" God!!!"

" Did I find a spot?" he breaths at your ear, and this time, his fingers bury deep and rub it mercilessly. And all you could manage was to squirm and wail in his hold. There was no escape, and you didn't want to.

"Siebren...please!" you beg him. But you don't tell him what...and he stops. You want to protest but you stop when you feel him pressing to you, and you know what he wants. And he thinks that is also what you want. And the thought of that keeps you so aroused, that you don't think you could calm down or have any of your arousal die out. You feel movement, and you realize he taking off his suit jacket. Eyes look over your shoulder, and you take in the muscled form of him in his shirt. At his age...the build of him!

You feel his hands grab your waist and push you up onto your knees. He is moving, and he is getting to his knees behind you. You hearing the jingling of metal and look to see him undoing the belt. Your eyes look up to meet his. You then lean forward and reach back, throwing your dress up around your waist, presenting your soaked thong to him and your puffy folds trapped inside them. The sight draws his attention and you see him blush. You hear him breathe a sharp intake of air. And those pants are undone a little quicker. And as if he didn't need any more goading, you wiggle those hips at him.

"Siebren...please," you beg. There is enough starlight out to see him, just as he can see everything about you. On your elbows and knees before him, dress crinkled around your waist, those slick folds with the soft, lacy thong presented to him as a gift. This young, talented woman before him was for him. And he would ensure ONLY for him. Siebren was a good man, and very respectful...but when he decided something was his. There was nothing more to debate. And you were about to become his in every sense.

That lacy thong was not in his way. He pulled it aside, exposing you to the cool night air. He rubbed his cock to your leaking folds...and you could feel how well endowed he was. Thick, lengthy...and you shuddered with need at the very idea of it filling you! Your juices were so warm on him, and he couldn't believe how easily you could coat him. He wondered what graces he was in to have deserved a young thing like you, begging for him to fuck them senseless. And he could tell that about you in moments since touching you...how you wanted to submit to him, wanted to surrender to every demand he had. He would feel a swell of pride and ego for it, and most of all, flattery.

You look back to him, and upon locking eyes with him, he presses into you. Your eyes widen before growing unfocused, and rolling back. The size of him was stretching you open, and caused you to quiver. He moaned loudly, as your tight folds were elastic on his girth. And you were so wet, and hot inside. A hand grabbed your hips, pulling you back into his short thrusts, taking his time to ensure you accommodated him without feeling pain. With how aroused you were though, it didn't take long.

Soon enough he was able to thrust into you with ferocious speed, hilting you to his sac with ease. The sounds of you two! Sticky, smacking like sound and you begged for more. Thin strips of your juices dribbled out of you, having no room to remain inside. He leaned over you, his hips not lessening in their intensity. And you were consumed by him...you wanted nothing more in life anymore. Just him. This pleasure, this explosive, riling, yet cohesive chemistry! His rhythms would change, and he did so when he thought his movement was too boring. And each time it drew sudden, wailing moans.

The first change being to angle his thrust more downward, the end of him thrusting right over that area inside his fingers had found. Then he began to pump hard into you, until the end of him would reach yours, and he would pause. And grind into it so firmly yet gently. And it made you go blind with pleasure. Those hands smoothed up and down your sides, up and down the back. At one point they reached under to cup your breasts, massaging them gently as he kissed at the back of your neck. And you knew you couldn't last long...never before had you been so quick to orgasm! But he touched you, and felt you from the inside in ways you didn't even know about yourself. And just when you thought the pleasure could not heighten no more...

" Siebren!!!" you scream, gasping. Hands had came down and met under you. One's fingers found your crown and rubbed it frantically. And the other's fingertips rubbed and put pressure on the area of your lower navel an inch below your belly button. That pressure on that area, the way he rubbed you...you knew he wanted you to come for him. You never been touched like this by anyone, not even yourself!

" I'm...! I'm close,mijn God!" he panted. Siebren wanted to have respect for you and any fears you had, and was fully prepared to pull from you before he came. But you wanted nothing of it.

"Don't stop! Fuck's sake, don't!" you beg him.

Those light eyes stare down at you, perplexed. He had divine permission...and that permission made his cock swell and twitch inside you with urgent need. You were arching your back, your inner walls taut and strangling on him. You were a vision he would never forget. Siebren let go of any restraint he had on himself and began to piston into you.

" Come for me then," he breathed at the back of your neck, hilting you harsh enough to leave possible bruises for tomorrow. "Sing for me!"

The moment he slammed into the end of you and ground into you, his seed surging from him in torrents, his hands still working those areas of your body...you lost yourself. Like a black hole comes to a singular point...so did your mental state. Pain disappeared, tension vanished. Worries and thoughts about everything outside of you and him were wiped blank from your memory. Everything was gone...and all there was, was a warm, numbing, flowing rush of intense euphoria. Your vision was gone...and all that came from you was a wailing scream.

"SIEBREN!"

To hear the way you said his name was music. The fact he could bring you pleasure so intense, so undoing, was empowering. And the fact you felt so damn good on him...! He couldn't even stop. Both of you broke down into incoherent chords of moans, grunts and gasps of gratification. It was well over a few minutes before he fell still atop of you. Both of you were out of breath, taking a moment in the afterglow. Any movement triggered twitching from you, your nerves so sensitive to even the slightest shift of weight. He waited a moment, letting you adjust. After such unbridled passion between the two of you, and slight worry he may have hurt you, he peppered kisses along your shoulder and back. Hands rubbed your sides gently, worshipping you for the pleasure you gave him. You felt so right in his hands, as he was a sculptor who found the most perfect clay in the world.

" I...never imagined.." you try to say...wanting him to know that he was the best you ever had in her whole life. And if he was like this all the time, he had forever ruined any possible future relationships if he were to ever go separate ways from you. Siebren was smiling...because you had made him happier and more confident in his more personal aspects than he had ever been in a while.

" If you would allow me...I believe we can organize future occurrences," he offers.

You had no objections whatsoever! You hoped for many more occurrences! He gently pulled from you which made you gasp, feeling every delicious inch slip from you. You were dripping a steady stream of his seed mixed with your thick juices. Siebren could see it and as you look back you see him blushing a glowing red and staring at you.

"Oh-...oh my. I didn't realize," he stammered a bit. He hurriedly found his suit jacket and yanked a handkerchief from it. "I believe I might have um...overfilled you. Forgive me."

And all you could do was smile. He was wiping your thighs clean and capturing the leakage as much as he could until you stopped. He tended to you gently, and was mortified at himself to see a bruise or two indeed had developed. He hadn't meant to be that harsh with you...but you only soothed his worries and pulled him into a kiss. Had you not asked him for more each time, and each time, did he not deliver? There was no reason he should apologize, but you accepted it about him. He was a caring, gentle man at heart, and wanted to take care of what he liked. Too tired to even move, the two of you cuddle on the blanket, your body wrapped with his. Both of you gaze at the stars, noting when the constellations were shifting, or when certain planets or stars were rising on the horizon.

You felt so right held in his arms as the two of you wound down, enjoying the twinkling sky above you. It almost seemed like a punishment to have to leave and return to their duties and jobs at the university. But as you reminded him, much to his flustered astonishment at the suggestion, there were always supply closets, empty classrooms and even the building's roof if they truly wanted to nip away and couldn't control themselves.

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I can’t believe I’m writing SigmaxReader fic because I am a thirsty gremlin

It’s also vampire!Sigma because: read above statement

#Sigma #Walnut talks about stuff

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Professor (Sigma x Reader) Chapter 3

The air was beginning to get crisp against your skin. Fall had quickly approached, meaning you only had a couple more months until winter. There were ten more weeks until winter break, so ten more weeks until your music project was due...Three weeks until your first presentation in social psychology, three days to complete a seven page essay in personality psychology, and you had a speech to give in your abnormal psychology class today. Your least stressful class right now is your music conducting class. The teacher there was rather nice and did more showing videos and checking to see if you were taking good notes.

Oddly enough, Professor de Kuiper was one of the most sympathetic people you had met. He made sure all of his students were okay and did everything he could to help. He had noticed you looking rather stressed as time progressed and offered to help you in the library with whatever class you need help with. Best he could at least. You let him help too. Just, not with your music. You didn't really want him to know you were planning to major in music as well as psychology. Mostly because you had been told most of your life that your dream to be a music major was pointless and you'd never get anywhere with a degree like that.

"Are you alright Miss (L/n)?" The familiar voice of your professor snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Yeah. Just, working really hard to finish this up." You told him, reviewing your speech once more. "You'd think it would be easier to memorize this since I wrote it but I keep finding things that need fixed so I almost start from square one over and over."

The two of you sat in the library, reviewing your speech for next period. It was a well written speech but you weren't confident in it. It always seemed like something was incorrect or inaccurate. That was just your thinking though. You couldn't help but think everything you did wasn't going to get you a passing grade. You were confident you would fail.

"I've told you, (y/n), the speech is fine. I've read it over twice today. Even the grammar is practically perfect." He assured you. "Just, say it to me."

You shook your head. "No, I can't. It's not okay. I-I have to change the ending again."

He placed a hand on your shoulder. "(Y/n). It's fine."

You stared at your professor for a hot minute. He seemed to be rather sincere about this, as he always was. You always doubted yourself and your abilities though. It wasn't like you could help it though.

"Say it. I'll follow along."

You took a breath, deciding not to argue with him. He always won anyway. How he managed to win, you had no idea. You knew almost every psychological trick to win and yet, he still always got to your head.

"O-Okay professor." You half whisper, taking another breath before starting to state, word for word, was was written down on your paper.

God it hurt to do this. It brought back memories from your middle school years; back when your father made you do this all the time. He knew he was doing wrong to you. He knew he was beating you and leaving marks. He would make you write stories to tell. You'd sit in the living room, citing word for word what you had written on a piece of paper. The story you would tell any and every student and staff member to cross your path. If you messed up, you had to add more to it. Not because he wanted you to, but because you would have to now explain the new cut or bruise on your body.

You didn't register the tears. You were too focused on getting this done that you hadn't noticed them sliding down your face. Your professor had though. He didn't say anything, pretending he was still following along. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't concerned. This isn't the first time you've broken down over something like this. Frankly, you break down over the simplest of things. He's seen you silently cry when you get an answer wrong in class, as if it were the end of the world.

It wasn't until you finished that you felt the wetness on your cheeks. You quickly wiped the tears in a poor attempt to hide the fact that you were crying. The last thing you wanted to do was explain to the school guidance counselor what was wrong. You knew that's where he would send you if he felt something was up.

"See? I told you, it's fine." He suddenly said, pretending he hadn't noticed your crying. "I wish I could be there to see you do this but I've got some work to attend to."

You gave an understanding nod. You had been asking him if he could attend when you gave the speech for a couple weeks now. You noticed you did better when he was around, most likely because you knew he wasn't judging you over anything. He knew you were just a student trying to get by.

"You'll do great though." He shot you a smile before looking to his watch. "I best get going. Five minutes until this period ends."

You nodded again, gathering your things for your next class. You felt so unprepared. You'd gone over everything so many times, and yet, you felt as if you'd never even started. Nerves. It had to be nerves. But you shouldn't be this nervous. He's gone. He can't hurt you if you mess up. Not anymore...

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"Going first is Miss (Y/n)."

Those were the only words you could register as you made your way to the front of the class. After that, you only heard her voice. You couldn't make out words, just her voice. Your heart raced. The words I'm not ready repeated in your mind. You were going to mess up. You knew it. Everyone would see and hate you. They'd smack you in the back of the head and tell you how much of an idiot you were for not stating word for word what you had written. You knew it.

"Whenever you're ready."

I'm not...I'm not ready.

You took a breath and did your best to stop yourself from shaking. You felt the tears in your eyes and forced them back. You couldn't do this but...you had to. You promised Professor de Kuiper you wouldn't back down and you'd stay strong.

You looked up from the ground, heart stopping for a hot second. Sitting in the front row near the door...he was there! He said he wouldn't be there but he was! Your muscles relaxed just a bit, staring right at him. He looked eager to hear your speech, despite having heart it over and over again. So you began to speak. You began to say what you had written, word for word. Your only flaw; you never took your eyes off him. You were afraid what would happen if you looked away.

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You couldn't believe this was happening. You thought today would be normal. Guess not. You see, after giving your speech, you were asked to gather your things and go with Professor de Kuiper. You weren't sure what was going on.

"Don't look so tense. You aren't in trouble." He suddenly told you. You looked to your professor. He stood at least two feet taller than you so you didn't bother trying to look all the way up. "I just want to talk."

Your heart dropped. No. He was going to get information out of you and send you to the counselor and everything would just get worse! You'd surely be killed for this! You wanted to stop ant just turn around right then and there but your legs kept walking beside him. Why couldn't you stop?

Eventually, you two made it to his office, located near his desk. Inside was really nice, everything being well organized and very clean. There were two doors. One leading to the classroom, the other to his lab. The window on the door to his lab was covered though. In front of his desk was a small sofa, decorated with a couple pillows.

"Sit." He told you, closing the door.

You didn't hesitate. Your father was only a little taller than you and did so much to hurt you. God only knows what could happen if you did something to enrage your professor...

He walked to his desk and sat down, letting out a sigh. "Just know, no matter what you tell me, I will not tell anyone else. Even if I think I need to, I won't."

You've heard that one before.

"But I need to know if you're okay. I've noticed you break easily under the slightest amounts of pressure and tend to stray from befriending any of the students. You socially distance yourself from everyone."

You looked down, trying so hard not to cry. You knew you weren't okay and you knew you couldn't keep saying you were okay much longer. Your body trembled, your mind now flooded with everything. It will never end. You'll never get out.

"No..."

That was all your managed to get out before your emotions took over. Tears poured from your eyes like waterfalls and you struggled to hold in the sobs. You heard him get up and walk to the spot beside you.

"Take your time." He said softly.

You couldn't hold it in anymore. The years of pain. The years of helplessness. The years of torture. You practically screamed, tears coming out faster than before. You didn't realize it at the time, but you had thrown yourself right into your professor, hugging him tight while you sobbed into his chest. Your sobs were muffled, but your trembling body told him this would last a while. He gently wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back as he hushed you. In all his years of teaching, he'd never seen a student break down like this. You looked at if your world was collapsing. It broke his heart. An all A student, top of the class, never turns anything in late, never late to class, always over prepared, and yet, so broken.

It took nearly half an hour for you to calm down enough to talk. The tears didn't stop though. They kept coming. You hiccuped as you tried to catch your breath. Your professor handed you a box of tissues before getting up and grabbing a water bottle from the mini fridge under his desk. He knew you'd need it.

"If you need a Tylenol or Ibuprofen let me know." He said as he handed you the water.

You nodded, opening the bottle and taking a sip. You had never realized how broken you really were until now. Had you really been hurt that bad? So bad that you were breaking down in front of your prof-

"Oh my God I'm so sorry!" You suddenly yelped, seeing you had soaked the front of his shirt.

He shook his head. "Don't worry about it. You needed to let that out."

You looked down. It felt so nice to be held when you were crying. You felt human. You couldn't remember the last time someone gave you a hug. Had you ever even gotten one? Hesitantly, you reached for another hug, a small smile appearing on your face when he accepted. You felt safe. God you couldn't remember the last time you felt safe.

"I've been abused for as long as I can remember." You whispered. "I can't remember the last time I've felt a hug...Let alone this safe..."

"It's alright. I understand."

"P-Professor-"

"Please, call me Siebren."

"S-Siebren...If I tell you what happened...You won't tell anyone?"

"Promise."

You shifted so you weren't hugging him anymore. You wiped your eyes, sitting straight up as you did your best to catch your breath.

"It all started when mom passed away..."

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Professor (Sigma x Reader) Chapter 5

The drive to Siebren's house was quick. You had followed him there, via his instructions, arriving within five minutes. His house was oddly average sized. You expected him to have a mansion of some sort. Everyone knew he was a millionaire. Companies literally paid him to do research. Hell you were certain NASA was donating enough to pay his bills!

"Sorry if the house is a mess. I haven't really cleaned up in a while." He quickly apologized after opening the door. He stepped out of your way, allowing you to go in first. "After you."

You gave him a slight not, stepping into the house. It was actually rather tidy, much like his office. There was a set of stairs to the right, living room to the left. He did have some really nice things. What surprised you most was how new it looked. No wallpaper falling off the wall. No mold on the ceiling and hiding in the corners. Clean.

"Wow." You smiled. "This is...a luxury."

Siebren chuckled, "It's not much."

You turned to him, the biggest smile on your face. Realization was hitting you. "I've never been inside a house this nice! I-it's amazing!"

He laughed a little bit and closed the door behind him. He was amused at how excited you were about his home. The way you looked around with the brightest smile. It was precious. Almost hard to believe just a few short hours ago, you were having a mental breakdown.

"Come on. I'll show you the guest bedroom." He suddenly said after hanging his coat up.

You nodded and followed him up the stairs. God this house was so nice compared to your one bed one bath house you grew up in. Having to share a room with your dad was rough and to this day, you wished you had said something to someone about it.

As suspected, the room was also rather big, a queen sized bed was in the center with a nightstand to the right by the window. Everything was neatly placed and clean. You nearly pinched yourself. There was no way this was real. No way! This was all to yourself?! Your own room! Your own personal space!

You dropped your stuff on the floor and hugged Siebren tight. "Thank you professor! I've never had my own space before! This is amazing!"

He couldn't help but hug you back, chuckling softly. Cute. That's what he thought of you right now. You were so cute. Your smile was cute. Your happy voice was cute. You were cute. Absolutely precious.

"I know. Now get yourself settled in while I start on dinner." He told you.

You nodded and grabbed your things from the floor, bringing them to the bed to see what you had. You knew everything would need washed but it was best to go through it all first. You didn't notice your professor watching you for a second. Just seeing you happy made him get butterflies. It was a nice feeling.

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For a decent hour or so, you sat on the bed. You had your laptop up, working on getting your song made. You had everything now. All the melodies, harmonies, instruments. Just no words yet. You did love how it was coming along though. It was a more upbeat song with just a hint of the relaxing tone. Not quite something to dance to but not quite something to just sit and listen to either.

A light knock on the open door made you look up from your work. You smiled when you saw Siebren standing there and took your earbuds out of your ears.

"Time for dinner." He said to you.

Your smile grew bigger and you saved your file before closing your laptop and hopping off the bed to head downstairs. For the first time in your life, you were comfortable. You felt safe and happy. It felt nice.

The second you got downstairs, the smell filled the air. It smelled like heaven.

"I made krokets. I figured you would not like herring." He said to you and handed you a plate with a few small krokets on it. "There's more on top of the stove if you would like more. I didn't give you a lot to start off just in case you don't like them."

You nodded and went to take a seat at the dining room table. At this point, you were certain this would taste as good as it smelled. There was no way it wouldn't.

"Just be careful, they are hot."

You nodded and took a bite, being cautious as to not burn your mouth. You were right. It tasted as good as it smelled if not better. It was fantastic! You'd never had something so good in your life! If they weren't so hot, you definitely would have scarfed them down.

Siebren sat down across from you, his herring with onions on his plate. You couldn't help but watch the Dutch man as he lifted it up by the tail and took a bite. For some reason, it was intriguing. You didn't stare too long though, going back to focusing on your own food. Once that was done, you went up to get more.

"You like them?" Siebren asked, a smile on his face.

You quickly nodded, half a kroket in your mouth. You didn't care if you looked silly right now. You had never had something this good. Nor can you say you've ever been able to eat this much. It felt nice. Good food. Good house. Better company.

Siebren definitely felt the butterflies again. He absolutely loved seeing you like this -- especially after seeing you at one of your lowest points. He loved knowing he was able to make you smile and feel this happy over something as simple as food.

"Can you reheat these? I want to take some with me to work tomorrow." You suddenly asked him, snapping him back into reality.

"Hm? OH!-Yes, of course! I'll make sure to save some for you!"

You couldn't be happier to hear those words. Not just that you could take these to work, but that he was saving some for you. God you couldn't help the bubbly feeling now. Happy. You felt happy. For the first time since God knows when, you felt happy!

"Thank you so much!" You were just lighting up right now.

This had to be one of the best days of your life.

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After dinner, you helped clean up before heading upstairs to get your pajamas on. Alone. No one watching you. Goddammit it felt amazing! No eyes on you as you undressed. A room to yourself. Food that didn't taste like it had been in the trash all day. Paradise.

The day couldn't have been better either. It was Friday, so you could sleep in tomorrow! That's when it hit you. You could take a hot shower tomorrow and not have to worry about anything! Yeah sure it was nice to shower at Jane's dorm but she always seemed to silently rush you. There was no way your professor would rush you. Oh what a day tomorrow would be.

"(Y/n), I'm heading to bed. If you need anything, I'm across the hall." Siebren suddenly said from the other side of the door.

"Alright. Thank again for letting me stay!" You still sounded so happy.

"Anytime. Goodnight!"

"Goodnight professor!"

You couldn't help but feel giddy about all of this. It was happening! You were living a dream! Well, somewhat. Your dream was to have a house of your own, much like this one but smaller. After all, you thought you would be living alone in your future. You didn't really want another boyfriend, fearing you would be treated like crap again, so why not just live alone?

It suddenly hit you.

"I've got it!" You practically shouted, silently apologizing afterward as you grabbed a pen and paper.

You finally had the words to your song.

(A/n) Sorry this chapter is a bit shorter but I'm trying to work my way to the good stuff without skipping ahead too much and it's not working!

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Professor (Sigma x Reader) Chapter 2

Class couldn't have gone by any slower. It felt like an eternity before the bell rang and you were dismissed. At some point in time, your professor had called a couple of the students over to his desk, talking to them for a minute before they returned to their seats. You didn't think too much of it. They acted as if they already knew him so perhaps he was just seeing how they were. You would have tried to listen in but you had slipped your earbuds in, using your playlists to come up with song ideas. Every now and then you would jot down a few notes to keep the beat in your mind.

You now walked out of the class, earbuds still in. You knew you had a lot of work to do once you had access to your laptop again. It had been years since you last wrote a song. Maybe you could finish the last one you started? You'd just have to find the sheet music first. You hadn't touched it since..well...

A sudden tap on your shoulder made you turn around, pulling a earbud out of your ear. Behind you was the girl from class. She had shoulder width blonde hair and was wearing quite a bit of makeup. You were almost certain she was the popular girl in high school.

"Hi! I'm Jane! Professor de Kuiper said you were new here and that I should get to know you." She told you.

"Oh, um, (y/n)." You gave a small nod. Is that what he had called her and the other students over for?

"Oh, and from experience. I know he makes everything sound complicated in the syllabus and all but he's actually really good at speaking stupid. I took his trigonometry class last year and passed with an A. I usually level out to a D in the simplest of classes." Jane told you. "He wanted me to explain that to you. Said you looked really nervous when he was speaking."

"Thanks." You said softly. "But I'm not nervous about that. This is my first time away from..." You paused before speaking again, "home, in a long time."

"It's alright. This place is pretty good at making you feel at home away from home. The dorms are super nice, especially the ones in the building beside this one. That's where mine is."

A rich girl. Good to know.

"Cool. Well, I've got to get my laptop and start working on stuff. I already have homework." You just didn't feel like talking to her anymore.

"Oh no problem!" Jane handed you a piece of paper. "Here's my number and social medias if you need me for anything."

You took it and nodded. "Alright. Thanks." You simply said before putting your earbud back in and walking away.

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Working on the song was a bit easier than you thought. Once you had the tempo down it was just a matter of coming up with notes and words. Words were the hard part though. You couldn't seem to come up with anything that you thought would fit the song. The heat from your car didn't help. You didn't feel like being forced to eat in the cafeteria though so the heat would do for now.

"I guess words can wait." You mumbled to yourself after a bit. You had the melody of the song at least and still needed to get a harmony and instruments in there and had the entire school year to come up with words. You looked at your phone to check the time. "Half an hour until my next class. Nothing wrong with showing up early I guess."

You packed up your laptop, deciding to take it with you. At least now, you could start working on getting the rest of your project when you have time. You did have a break between this class and your last one for the day. Maybe you could work in the library. That or find stuff to read.

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Once you made it to the library, it was very empty. Second class after lunch was when most students were in class. The few that didn't were most likely in their dorms. They were lucky.

"Alright. Let's see what I can do." You said softly to yourself as you sat at a table.

Instantly, you put your earbuds in, deciding to experiment with a few sounds you had made previously. Unfortunately, as you worked with them, you realized that they didn't fit what you had in mind and couldn't be edited to do so.

You were so focused that you didn't realize someone had been approaching you. A sudden hand on your shoulder startled you and, out of habit, you curled up in a ball, shielding your head. Your earbuds fell out in the process.

"I'm sorry!" You yelled, not knowing who it was.

"Whoa. It's alright. I promise, I don't hit my students."

It was Professor de Kuiper.

You slowly came out of your defensive position, looking to your professor. He looked about as tense as you, hands up as his body leaned back slightly to show he meant no harm. Great. Two in one day.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry professor." You looked down for a moment before going back to your computer.

It was silent for a moment before he set a book down beside you. "This has helped some of my students in the past. I can see you have not taken any classes recommended to take before astrophysics."

"Thank you. I'll go through it when I have a free moment this week." Your voice was a bit shaky. You couldn't believe you did that. You thought you had gotten over it.

"I appreciate it." He moved so you could see him, standing behind a chair. "And, if you ever need to talk about anything going on, our guidance counselor is available to talk anytime."

"Thanks for the offer but I'm fine, really." You told him, grabbing your earbuds to put them back in.

He gave you a nod before leaving, stopping to talk to the librarian before he left though. You could only imagine what he had to be telling her. I mean, who could just leave after making a student scream in fear.

Maybe college wasn't right for you.

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Professor (Sigma x Reader)

College was the last thing on your mind to be honest. You had never really wanted to attend, fearing the environment would be too much for you to handle. However, when you realized you could major in the two things you were most interested in, you decided to give it a try. When you went to schedule classes though, you needed a filler. You decided to take an astrophysics class with Professor Siebren de Kuiper. Why it seemed like a good idea, you have no idea, but it beat having to take a more popular class that would most certainly overwhelm you. After all, too many people in an area at once did freak you out. Anxiety. A blessing and a curse.

Unfortunately, due to your financial instability, you could not afford a dorm. You had your car at least. The back seat was comfortable enough and maybe you would meet a friend who would let you stay with them and their roommate for the winter, which was approaching rather quickly.

And here you were. Walking down the hall to your first astrophysics class. It was the class right before lunch so at least you had something to look forward to. You heard a bit about Professor de Kuiper. You heard he was an absolute genius, especially in this particular field. You also heard he was actively working as a scientist outside of his teaching job, which was why his classroom took up nearly half the building on the far side of the campus. This made it just a tad bit difficult to find the room as well. It didn't help that as you walked, you looked over your notes from your previous classes.

"First day of music history and I'm asked to start writing a song for my final." You paused and looked at a small note at the bottom of the page. "Music due by midterm. Great. Hopefully music theory isn't as bad. Conducting will be fun next semester." You closed that journal and opened the other. "Social psychology was interesting. I'm just glad I took nearly every psychology class I need to major, aside from these last few."

Back in high school, you didn't want to take any classes that wouldn't aid you in the future. With some convincing, you had managed to get out of doing classes such as band a choir and instead replaced those classes with a college class. You did this all 4 years, doing a different class every semester. The four you had on your schedule now were the only ones you had not completed. You never thought you would, but you needed to be smart about your future. Being a waitress wasn't getting you anywhere right now.

"Hopefully these books are a bit more desc-"

You stopped talking when you ran into something. A small grunt left your body as you fell on your butt, dropping your notebooks and binder. It took you a second to register what had happened before looking to see what you hit. Your face turned a bit pink when you realize the thing you had run into was a person.

"Oh my, are you alright?" He asked as they looked to you.

Whoever he was, he was tall. Very tall. Your anxiety hated how tall he was, memories flooding your mind from just a few short months ago. You pushed them to the side though, giving him a nod before going to get your notebooks and binder.

"I don't recognize you. Are you new?" He asked, offering a hand to help you up.

You took it, doing your best not to drop your stuff as you stood.

"Y-yeah. Um, I'm trying to find the um, the astrophysics class. I just um...I'm not sure where I'm going." You were holding back the anxious feelings best you could. You didn't want to have a panic attack and embarrass yourself on the first day.

The man chuckled. "Well, you're in luck. I teach the class and would be happy to show you how to get there."

You had to hold back the shock. He was the professor?! Wow. What a great first impression. Running into the professor on your way to his class on the first day.

"Come. It's just a bit further down the hall." He told you and began to walk.

You hesitated a bit but followed. You tried not to walk right beside him, staying a bit behind and trying to erase what happened in your head. So many thoughts ran through your head. What if he told everyone what happened? What if he hates you now and is just hiding it?

"Right here." He showed you the open doorway to the room. "Pick a seat anywhere. I'm going to get coffee. I don't function well without it."

You quickly nodded and went into the room before he could say anything else. You for sure weren't going to sit in the front, however your thoughts stopped when you saw just how many open seats there were. Not another soul was in the room. Of course, you were nearly twenty minutes early, but your heart still skipped a beat. Seven rows, all going up. The most on the campus. No wonder he needed half a building. The classroom itself took up at least a fourth of his half!

You settled on a seat in the third row, one closer to the door in case you needed to leave quickly. It was then that you began to look over your notes from your other classes again. You figured now was a good time to start trying to figure out how to write a song in eighteen weeks.

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Seven. That's how many were in this class. The smaller class, much to your liking. The largest was nearly forty-five. The only thing was, there were only two girls. You were one of the two. The other girl seemed to know the others fairly well, all of them sitting near each other and joking around. At least you didn't have to interact with them.

"Alright, if I might have your attention." Professor de Kuiper suddenly said. Silence filled the room and a smirk appeared on his face. "As you might have figured out, I am Professor de Kuiper and I will be teaching you all astrophysics for this school year."

You began writing, starting with his name so you wouldn't forget it. Like you could at this point. You added everything he spoke about, including supplies you would need and what to expect. It took him nearly half an hour to get all of it out. You made a mental note to get more notebooks, along with the extra supplies you now had to get. A soft sigh escaped your mouth. How were you going to afford all this?

"You all may socialize for the remainder of the class." He suddenly announced.

You looked at your watch. You had at least an hour left! Why would he give his students so much time to socialize?!

You watched as he went to his desk, grabbing a small stack of papers and beginning to write on them. A small realization hit you. He was a scientist so he must have science stuff to do. It made sense to do it this class period too. Fewer students meant less noise. Less noise meant it would be easier to focus.

Perhaps this could be used to your own advantage as well. A time to do homework or take a nap. After filling half a journal with notes about the class, you were ready for a nap. Not today though. You didn't want to send the wrong message. Not on the first day.

"This will be fun." You mumbled to yourself, looking to your professors desk...

Only to see he was looking right at you.

#overwatchxreader #xreader #sigmaxreader #seibren de kuiper #seibren de kuiper x reader #student reader #sigma x reader #seibrendekuiperxreader

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ultradiplr · 5 years

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Observation

A SigmaxReader story.

Plot: Reader is sent to keep Sigma company for the night but he has other plans and needs reader’s help with an ahem “experiment.”

Tags: Exhibitionism, humiliation, Reader has a vagina but pronouns aren’t explicit Age difference (Reader is in 20s and Sigma is 62). Size Difference. Dub-con? Reader never gives verbal consent and is also in a sort of scared of falling during the whole thing? Also Sigma is kind of a shameless creep in this that the reader is in to.

Also this is my first smut so go easy on me (and if there are more warnings I should add please tell me)

The night had started out fine, you were told to keep subject Sigma, or Dr. Siebren, company as he worked for the night. A common thing for low level lab grunts like yourself to do, which you actually enjoyed since you were able to take a break from the other clearly malicious scientist and spend the time “helping” someone decent for once. And Dr. Kuiper was a decent man, a bit intimidating, especially to you since he stood a clear two feet taller than you, but a nice man.

Though there was more than his attitude that made you like him if you wanted to be truthful, a quite handsome looking man, older of course, but that has never stopped you from swooning at him passing by. Tall and broad with intense features and soft periwinkle eyes, sometimes you catch yourself dreaming about being held in his strong arms, or feeling his large hands on you, but you’d shake those thoughts from your head and find content in the fact that you at least got to spend time with him every few nights.

When you got to the checkpoint outside of his lab you gave a cup of coffee to the guard stationed outside, and saw Sigma floating next to a whiteboard on one of the screens.

“How’s he been tonight?” You asked looking at the monitors that recorded every inch of his lab, bedroom, and even bathroom that existed in his private wing of the facility.

“He was a bit jumpy a while ago but he seemed to have mellowed out.” The guard yawned, relaxed with his feet up on the table, “Easy night hopefully.”

“Hopefully” You smiled, already heading toward the door.

The guard pressed a few buttons and a door opened to a hallway, the entrance to the wing he lived in. It was a short walk to his lab and when it opened to you you walked in with a chipper attitude.

“Good evening Dr. Kuiper.” You greeted, walking up toward the hovering scientist.

When he turned to regard you with a warm smile you’d come to love you could feel your insides melt, he was so handsome,

“Goedenavond, Dr. Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He asked, and that voice could always make you feel lighter than air.

“Just wanting to see how your research is doing.” You say happily up at him.

“Not so well, im afraid.” He said, looking worriedly at his equations.

“Anything I can do to help?” You asked immediately, this kind of stuff was beyond you but helping Siebren with anything was always fun.

He looked at you with worry and seemed to consider this, “I don’t know, it requires some hands on work.” He said folding his arms over his broad chest and scratching his chin, “You might not be experienced enough.”

Working hands on with Sigma’s abilities? Why, you’d never thought you’d see the day, usually that stuff was saved for the actually research team! You nearly burst with excitement,

“You know I’m reliable, c’mon how bad could it be.” You said nonchalantly, not trying to convey how excited you really where.

Sigma looked you up and down with a curious look in his eye, then he smiled and clapped his hands together, “Alright then, come.” He said, motioning you to step up closer to him.

You did and were surprised when he picked you up easily by the waist and hoisted you up into the air. You clung to his chest as he brought you near the ceiling, the top of the tall multi-board stack, and a good twenty feet off the ground. You never even noticed the room was so tall before. You gulped and tried not to look down, your fear of heights almost outweighing the pure delight you felt actually being held by Sigma. It was a dizzying concoction.

“Can you see anything wrong here?” He said pertaining to the white board you were too scared to move to look at.

“I- uh- I don’t- yes i guess” You started to shake a little, god this was overwhelming, would it be rude for you to ask him to put you down?

“Onnozel, you didn’t even look.” He tisked, his voice sounded weird, still soft in his normal way but just, weird, “Here, let’s turn you around.”

You whimpered when he turned you around in his arms, easily removing your iron clad grip on his lab coat like it was nothing, his strength dumbfounding you just a bit. He settled your back against his chest, one arm wrapped around your waist to keep you against him while the other gestured to the board.

“Now then, do you see anything wrong?” He asked again but this time it seemed a little pointed and… smug?

You still couldn’t look at the equation, eyes glued to the sight of your legs dangling toward the ground that seemed so far, probably a lot farther than it actually was. You couldn’t stop shaking now, pushing yourself harder into Sigma behind and gripping tightly to the arm around you waist.

“Ogen omhoog, the equations are,” His free hand came to grasp your chin in two fingers and force your head forward to look at the board, “here.”

His grasp on your chin was a little harsh and you could feel his fingernail in the skin of your chin but you focused on the equations in front of you. You took a deep breath and focused, reading line by line the math in front of you. His hand relaxed a bit when you began mumbling the work being done in your head and he let your chin go. But his hand didn’t leave, instead it gently caressed your neck.

You gulped and momentarily lost track as you felt his fingers graze your skin, feeling that he could easily wrap one hand around your neck if he wanted to. He was so much larger than you, so much stronger, yet you didn’t feel afraid you felt… incredibly turned on.

You continued checking the math and he continued his downward touches, moving his fingers over your shoulder, into your lab coat, down your chest and stomach and picking at the hem of your shirt. You whimpered when his fingertips barely grazed your bare skin, earning a dark chuckle above you.

“Does my math check out, Y/N?” His head came down upon yours, nuzzling ever so slightly against it, “You have not lost track have you?” he was teasing you.

You shake your head, feeling embarrassed and hot to your core and continued trying to focus on the board. He hummed above you, the feeling radiating through his chest and into your back, calming you slightly as his fingers continued to paw your abdomen shamelessly.

In the middle of a rather long equation a whine erupted out of you as Sigma grazed a thumb over a nipple and made it hard. He let out a soft, oh? And you could feel the smile that spread across his face as he grazed it again. You fidgeted slightly in his arms and he chuckled.

“Is something wrong, do you need help?” He asked smugly in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

You shake your head and closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling of him for a moment, broad back behind you, strong arm around you, beautiful hand touching you, face mere centimeters from your face. God you could die happy right now.

“Oh, are you done now? Everything looks good?” He asked, chipper tone as before but with the added feeling of him still pawing at your chest.

“Y-yep, everything looks good.” You lied, you were still on the third line but any longer up here in his arms you were sure to pass out.

“Hmm, then if it is not my math, it surely must be the execution.” He said innocently and it was messing with your mind as he continued to touch you.

“Must be.” You said through a whimper as he pinched your nipple rather roughly,

The unsatisfying friction of your pants was killing you and you just wanted to be put down and ravaged but Sigma seemed uninterested in your obvious physical plights to do so. He made a sound of contemplation and let up on teasing your chest.

“Let’s go through the motions and see whats wrong, shall we?” That damn innocent tone was making you stomach flip a little, it was off putting but also kind of hot.

Without hesitation he began unbuttoning your pants and pulling them off with one hand as he kept you secured to him. You yelped in surprise but didn’t make a motion to stop him as he pulled the offending garment off your legs and let them drop to the floor below you. Far below you. Oh, you had almost forgot.

You began to shake again but his free hand came up and soothingly massaged the back of your neck, “Rustig kleintje, you’re safe.” he shushed, “We do not want them to think you’re in danger now, or our experiment will be cut short.”

A shiver ran up your spine at the implication and you could feel yourself clench in anticipation. They where watching, weren’t they. Watching him touch you and watching you love it. Oh god, the ridicule you’re going to face if word ever got out. The condescending stares the research team will throw at you. The stern talking to from Dr. O’Deorain. Perhaps even getting fired, or worse for messing up her experiments.

Shame filled you as you glimpsed at a camera not to far from you and Sigma must have caught that because he nuzzled into the side of your face. “Hmm, are you afraid of them?” he asked in a mocking tone.

You nodded slightly and he laughed, actually laughed, making you flinch away from him a little, “Bang om te laten zien wat een slet je bent?” He said amused, hand coming to cup your mound.

You canted in his arm, your body trying to find friction while you mind was reeling from the harsh tone. Your body was so hot, so needy, you needed him to touch you but you also wanted him to let go so you could go curl up in a hole and die. Conflicting feels bubbling up and bursting when his fingers finally made contact with your slick lips.

You moaned and arched back, one hand coming to hold onto his shoulder behind you and the other to grip at the arm around you.

“You must not mind the cameras too much if you’re this wet.” He said hotly against your temple and you could only moan in response.

His fingers where large and skilled and rubbing your clit at just the right pressure and in just the right way to make your legs feel like jelly and to bring you right up to the edge very quickly but he pulled away when he felt you shivering, teetering, and you let out a frustrated cry.

“Close so soon, you must really want it.” He growled.

When he felt you were calmed enough his fingers returned, probing at your entrance as you tried to move in a way that will finally get him to enter you. After frustrated grinding and a good bit of breathless begging he finally conceded and slipped two fingers into you smoothly.

You moaned from deep within you chest and shivered, panting into his neck as he gently pumped you open.

“Sigma, please.” You whimpered and he kissed the top of your head.

“geduld, sweetling, I don’t want to break you.” he whispered hotly, humming with please when he felt you clench at that.

He worked you up again and this time let you come on his fingers that you trapped between your legs as you hunched over his arm and shivered uncontrollably. He kept fingering you through your orgasm to the point of over stimulation and laughed when you started yanking on his hand.

He let up and slipped from you, bringing the wet fingers to your mouth which you happily accepted, much to his delight.

“Hongerig katje, you have no shame do you, licking yourself up for me.” He teased but you felt too good to care.

You nodded and sucked, vibrating with pleasure as you felt his fingers flex in your mouth and press down on your tongue. He pumped his fingers in and out slightly, eliciting a moan and he groaned in response, his steady control so far slipping.

He pulled his fingers from your lips with a wet pop and you whined to his amusement. He reached down between you two, moved you lab coat out of the way, and unzipped himself. You wished you could take your time and suck him, but he seemed intent on taking you like this right now.

You couldn’t see past his massive arm but you sure could feel him as he thrusted up over your slit and hear him as he moaned loudly next to your head. Thick and long, you were a moaning mess before he even penetrated you, feeling it sliding along your wet folds was ungodly satisfying and a large part of you wished you were in a different position to actually see it thrust over you.

His free hand was helping him slick himself on your folds and when he felt prepared enough, lined himself to your opening.

“Ready?” He asked breathlessly and you could do nothing but nod.

He was slow, letting inch by inch slip inside you gently to let you adjust as his hand came up and held your neck in a soft grip. You whined and moaned, feeling full halfway through and feeling absolutely bursting by the time he hilted. He was nuzzling your head mumbling dutch gibberish as you tried to focus on breathing, his voice and his protective grasp helping relax you.

“So tight, so wet, so warm.” He whispered for only you to hear and you clenched at the sound of him being absolutely wrecked.

“All for me, or for the camera, lieveling?” He asked, taking an experimental thrust that made you cry in pleasure pain.

You couldn’t answer because you didn’t know. Somewhere in the back of your mind you thought about the poor security guard having to watch you get fucked by an old man twenty feet off the ground, but currently you didn’t really care. This was the best thing ever and if you were going to get killed for this, you might as well enjoy it.

Despite the strange angle and the way he was holding you up, you began your damnedest to try and thrust yourself back on Sigma, maybe being able to move and inch or two by yourself. Sigma laughed breathlessly, a moan getting caught in his throat when you clenched around him to stop his mocking. He got the point and began to ease himself out of you and then back in, a slow pace that let you feel every inch of in on the way in or out.

Every thrust forward pushed a whimper or moan out of you and before long you where steadily chanting Sigma’s praises, to his delight. He kissed your neck, your face, your shoulders, his hand experimented different pressures on your neck, all while his arm kept you firmly in place.

“I bet you look so beautiful from that camera.” He panted against your face, “Like a slut getting thoroughly fucked.” there was no malice in his voice, only overwhelming need.

“S-sie-gma” Your brain was getting fried with the way he was speaking to you, touching you, opening you up and ravaging you, you couldn’t even form a sentence. It was so much, too much.

“Imagine it, a video of-” He moaned, stilled for a second before continuing his bruta, steady pace, “Of you getting used by me forever on their damn servers.”

You nodded, the idea sounded so awful yet so good at the same time, “You like that don’t you? Proof, proof this finally happened, hmm?”

His teeth were clenched tight, you could hear it in the way he ground that out, he was close, so close. And so where you, gone completely, Sigma the only thing anchoring you to reality. You could only focus on him, his tight embrace, his smell, his breath. Him, Sigma, Siebren.

And then your mind went blank as stars exploded behind your eyes and your vision went white for a moment, the hardest you’ve ever come. When you came to your senses Sigma had halted inside you, the feeling of something warm dripping down your leg and filling your insides.

He was clinging to you tightly, whimpering something you couldn’t understand and for a while he just held you. His hand left your neck and pet your hair, his head nuzzling into the crook of your neck while he twitched inside of you. Overall his body language changed completely and even his arm hold on you slackened just a bit. When he pulled out you whimpered and he placed a kiss on your shoulder.

You heard the sound of his zipper as he made himself decent again, and turned you in his arms to cling to him again. He was all blissed out smiles and half lidded eyes and it made your heart flutter like nothing before. He looked so relaxed, relieved, happy, you couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of pride.

He lowered you both back toward the ground and sets you on a table to sit, floating away momentarily only to return with some paper towels. He let you wipe yourself and when you were done helped put your pants back on.

You were exhausted through and through, and he could tell. He easily scooped you into his arms and floated out of his lab and toward his bedroom. Inside was dark but he was able to find his bed easily and slipped the both of you under the covers. Momentarily your tired brain worried about falling asleep on the job and tried to get up except Sigma was holding you firmly in place.

“They’re going to be wondering where I am.” You said sleepily, already partially asleep.

“I don’t think anyone will be wondering where you are, my dear, just go to sleep.” He said tiredly and you conceded.

If this was your last night on earth, at least you got to spend it here with him.

#Sigma #Overwatch Sigma #Sigma Overwatch #Sigma fanfiction #Siebren de Kuiper #Siebren de Kuiper/Reader #Sigma/Reader #reader insert #overwatch fanfiction

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whatzaoverwatch · 4 years

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*heavily whispers* guess who got an idea for a SigmaxReader fic? Dis biiiiitch

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loverofvillains · 5 years

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Shippers gonna ship

I got more SigmaxReader content coming! I swear, cross my heart! But I also have a guilty love for MaxMaker (Maximilien and Widowmaker), thanks to a wonderful artist named Dashiana and her amazing art (Really, her MaxMaker art made me fall in love with the pairing!) This was a one-shot that I hope is worthy of some love here on Tumblr! And this one is SFW! More fluff than anything! Also, this pairing...I dove down rabbit holes...to the point of even recounting events Amelie would have gone through, how her psyche changed from the initial conditioning, and further after killing Gerard, and the little clues she may be breaking the conditioning as of late. There are plans for a full fledged fanfiction I may make for them and post to Wattpad sometime, if anyone is interested! The main idea is her conditioning is breaking, and she has kept it quiet for a while, not wanting to be re-conditioned. But Maximilien can tell, and has had her on some business trips with him, and over time, has become quite fond of her, to the point he neglects to alert Moira about Amelie’s deteriorating conditioning. To the point he knows he feels something for her, especially when she begins to warm up to him.

French Nights

Storm clouds rolled across the French skies and thunder rumbled and boomed over the towns and cities. It was a perfect night to spend at home...and Maximilien could not think of any other way to spend it. He'd wrapped his evening up at his casino and headed home, where he had a 'guest' residing for the week. It had been quite the day for them both, and both desired the need to rest and relax.

Her blue form was curled up to his side as he laid propped up, reading over his tablet. His arm laid around her, cradling her there to his side, his glowing, red eyes soaking in the information displayed on the tablet. Something distracted him from the glowing screen before him. Sensors in his hand felt the woman shivering against him despite the many covers they were under. He looked down, seeing her dark brows twitching. A nightmare...ironic it is a tattoo on her arm, he thought to himself. These nightmares, he was getting used to her calling out his name...but this time, it was different. "Max..." she uttered softly. Fingers closed in on the shirt he was wearing. Maximilien blinked, his hand rubbing her back gently. "Don't..." " Ma petite chérie," he murmured, giving her a gentle shake. "Wake up...you're having a nightmare." Amelie woke with a start, freezing as her golden eyes snapped open. The heart was beating against her ribs painfully. Only fragments of the nightmare remained in her memory, and each detail was slipping away. All she knew was it was frightening to her. Golden eyes focused on him and his relaxed demeanor. She averted her gaze, closing her eyes as she laid back down with her head on his chest. " Forgive me...I must drive you absolutely insane with the nightmares as of late," she said. "It is perfectly fine. I'm not bothered by it at all," he said, pressing a button on the tablet. The screen's lighting went out as it was set on the nightstand. " Are you okay?" Amelie gave a silent nod against his chest, her arm draping over his middle. "I shall be fine long as I am here." Maximilien carefully let his fingers slip through her long locks of dark hair, the sensors in his hand feeling the silk-like quality of it. How soft it was, how heavy it was...and it always had a scent of flowers. "Did I...say anything embarrassing?" she asked, afraid to look at him. Maximilien thought about lying and saying no, that she said nothing. Part of him wanted to keep that moment to himself. For her to call his name out meant their bond was closer...that she truly thought of him. He also wondered if it would scare Amelie off, making her realize her emotions for him and making her think she was wrong for it. " I believe...you said something about wanting eggs with toast and grapfruit in the morning," he jested, wanting her to smile and forget about the nightmare. A faint smile did come to those soft lips when he said that. "Stop teasing, Max..." she said, having found her comfortable spot against him, lying there warm and for once in her life, feeling safe. Max looked to the wall a moment as his hand continued to idly play with her hair. " You...did say something," he admitted. "What?" she asked, her eyes opening now to gaze at the closed balcony doors. "...My name," he said, finding he couldn't lie or hide anything from her. As much as his better judgement told him he ought to, it was becoming impossible. Amelie said nothing when he said that. Fragments of the nightmare came back, and all she could remember was being distressed and frantic. "You said...Max. Don't..." he added, and looked to her. "What...was it you did not wish me to do?" That word brought a few details back. Some building, some nameless hallway. Her begging him to not leave and go somewhere, fearing for his well being. Him assuring her he would be fine...and some knowing instinct in her shouting he would not be. No wonder it was a nightmare. "...I...didn't wish you to leave somewhere. I..." she started but the words got stuck in her throat. Even though she was feeling emotions again, vocalizing them, and showing them was still a challenge. Lips closed as she furrowed her brows, and closed her eyes, burying her face against the clothed, metal chest. "...It's okay," he said softly, and pulled her close, his head resting atop of hers. Context clues led Max to believe he knew those next words. That she didn't want him to leave her alone. "I'm here." "You looked busy...forgive me for disturbing you," she murmured, letting him comfort her as she laid with him. " Simple business transaction. The owner is not being very cooperative at the moment, but...I'm sure my next method of 'intense negotiations' will change his mind," he said lying down fully and holding her. " Did you need to get back to it?" she asked. "No...I can finish the orders I need in the morning. My concern and priority now is you, cherie. I want you to get back to sleep, and get your rest. I'm right here if you need me," he said and held her close, his other hand rubbing her back. Amelie managed a weak smile against his chest, her heart steadying as he held her. It never failed that when she woke, he was right there. It didn't matter if he had business to attend to. He always made sure to wait for her, or wake her if it was urgent to say his good byes. He could be shady and rather devious as a Talon leader, but he was quite the gentleman outside of it.

#maximilien #widowmaker #maxmaker #fluff #one-shot fanfiction #6am and cannot sleep #Gotta keep writing #loveallships

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