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Things I’m working on rn!!

1. Bsf!Gaz, who has always wanted you, comforting you after a breakup.

2. Lt. Ghost, who finally realizes Fem!DoctorReader’s beauty

Not sure if there will be much smut, I’ll see how the story goesssssss! I’ll also try to make it 1.5-2k works because I usually only write 1k lol

Give me a couple weeks and I swearrrr I’ll cook up something nice…!!!

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Pls pls pls pls send me suggestions in my ask boxxxxxxxx!

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Reassurance

Boyfriend!Ghost x Fem!Reader | 1.1k words | Fluff to Smut

Content Warnings: Light pussy slapping, creampie.

It had been a fortnight. Two weeks since you’ve started distancing yourself from Simon.

Instead of going into detail about your day like you usually would, all that would be said was a deadpanned “It was fine.”

And that drove Simon crazy. He pondered while watching you cook, cleaning, or even just sleeping. What did he do to make you so aloof and dismissive? When he told you about the halfwitted joke Soap made, you didn’t even care to laugh.

He missed the way you would ramble on about how stupid your coworkers are. He missed the way you would jokingly make fun of his sense of fashion, and he most certainly missed when you would stay up late talking to him until you fell asleep, even if eighty percent of your words were indecipherable when it came to that point.

He tried to give you the space you needed, but when you didn’t even acknowledge your one-year anniversary, that broke the straw on the camel’s back.

He strode up to you, “What’s been up with you?” He furrowed his brows, cornering you in the corner of the counter, leaning in so far you thought your spine would crack from how far it was bending itself. You slid to the right, attempting to slip out of this confrontation.

But he stepped alongside you, tilting his head, “Hm?” He looked down at your eyes, you’ve never felt so captivated—or is it that you felt like you were being garroted—by his overawing eyes. Brown eyes are the most common and deemed the most ‘plain-looking’ of all eye colors, but could other eyes reflect the worry his eyes reflected?

You shrugged. And that irritated him further. “How am I supposed to make you feel better if you just fucking ignore me?” You stayed silent, opening your mouth like you were going to say something, but your vocal cords felt frozen. You stared, trying to outstare him; Maybe he’d back off then.

But no… he kept staring, leaning closer and closer, until the tips of your noses touched, and his palms, he placed them both onto the counter. Now, you really couldn’t escape.

“Why won’t you tell me?”

What is this? A romcom? When did the lights get so dim, and when did your heart start beating so fast? When did the sun start setting and casting a golden light, painting the kitchen a daffodil shade of yellow? When did he get so beautiful? You don’t recount his lashes being so lush, in which you more or less felt jealousy rather than attraction towards, and him smelling so redolent, like a forest after a heavy rainstorm.

“If I tell you, you’d definitely get mad.”

“Love, it’d be impossible to piss me off more than I already am.” His palms lifted, and he leaned back, crossing his arms, waiting for your response.

You couldn’t think of an excuse. So you let it out, “You don’t love me anymore.” You bluntly stated, like it were a fact.

The fact that you stated it like it was a fact and not a thing you were accusing him of, truly did piss him off more than he already was. “When did I say that? Or imply that?” His eyes squinted in confusion.

“I felt it—and you said you weren’t getting offended.”

“No, love, I said I wouldn’t get pissed.” He chuckled at the hilarity of the situation. “You don’t even know your own emotions sometimes, and you want to try and guess mine? You’re fuckin’ ridiculous.”

“Same thing.” You got quiet again. “So… you do love me?”

“I would’ve kicked you to the curb if I didn’t.”

Your arms enwrapped his body, relieved as you felt his warmth. He leaned his head down, kissing your neck and picking you up to the bedroom.

He threw you onto the bed. You protested, “Don’t you want dinner?” He hummed, “No. I’ve missed ‘er— and you, of course.” He leaned down, kissing your inner thighs, and you softly sighed. A light slap came down onto your pussy, earning a whimper from your lips.

“Want this cock?” He asked, rubbing your pussy through your pants. You nodded, shaking from how long it’d been since he’d been intimate with you. “Yeah?” He condescendingly asked again, “Gonna stretch you out, and fill that womb up, love.” He said as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He pulled your pants down, pulled your panties to the side, and fingered you to keep your walls stimulated, his cock dripping with pre-cum, maybe it was your heat radiating off of your clit.

“If you can’t handle two fingers, maybe we shouldn’t make love today.” He teased. “No, noo…” You whined. “Please, don’t. I can take it,” your orgasm crashed over you, and you held back the moan. “I’ll take your word for it, love.” He lined up his eight-inch cock, the girth making it more menacing.

You were lying, it hurt, it was only half way in, and the tightness of your cunt was even making him weak. “Fuck, baby.” He groaned, rocking his hips back and forth, his palms tight on your waist. You couldn’t speak; if he went any deeper, he would be in your guts, or it felt like that.

“Oh, oh my gosh, Simon!” You choked out, repositioning yourself to straddle on top of him, still only taking in half his cock. Your hips moved by themselves, not wanting to stop the immense pleasure coursing through your body. Your clip rubbed against his shaft as you bounced up and down, doubling the stimulation.

His hands reached your hips, roughly pushing you down, making you take all eight inches. “Take it all.” He roughly spoke. He chuckled at your loud mewls, it was more amusing to see you quietly oblige, your body shaking.

“Just like tha’, baby.” His head tilted back, he tried not to moan as well. Your divorced neighbor wouldn’t appreciate your loving sex at midnight.

“I love—I love you…” You breathed out, leaning forward as your reached yet another climax, kissing his lips as his dick moved in and out of your walls, hitting your G-spot as it slipped back in.

“Now you love me, mm?” He pulled you back as you leaned back up, opening your mouth and passionately French kissing you. You noticed he started to pant raggedly. “Are you close?”

He nodded, grabbing your hips once again, lifting you and roughly pushing you down onto his cock, your tits bouncing, a weird sensation to feel.

“Oh..!” You closed your eyes, leaning back as he spilled his warm seeds into your womb. He pulled out, lying next to you.

“Talk to me next time, yeah?”

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Shower Deeds

Request from @despairingrat !

Husband!Price x Fem!Reader | 1k words

Content warnings: Reader says daddy once, shower sex, pussy eating, blowjob, lube because it hurts, against a glass door. ♥︎

The shower's hot steam deeply relaxed your muscles and softened your joints after an inactive, uneventful day. You ran your fingers under the shower head, checking the temperature of the water.

You hummed a tune you heard during breakfast as cold shampoo poured onto your scalp, inattentive to the cold air creeping up your thighs. Weird, must be the window you forgot to close. You stopped massaging your scalp with the scented shampoo, shaking the body wash, which you need to buy another bottle of, pouring it on your loofa, and slathering it over your bare chest, humming in satisfaction at the comfortable sensation.

Suddenly, two warm and large hands enwrapped your torso, with hot breaths on your neck. You spun your body around, taking into account the slippery ground. Slightly curly, chestnut-brown hair covered his chest. Hair, well-groomed, of course, was scattered across his face as well.

"Hey, love," The man cordially spoke in a low voice, taking in your scent like you were a breath of fresh air. "You didn't hear me open the door?" His hands roamed your body. You sheepishly shook your head, "No." He hummed, hands cupping your soft breasts as you felt your breath hitch. His slightly chapped lips and tall nose stroked the curve of your neck, small kisses peppered here and there.

You took in a deep breath, "John." You feel your pussy, slick with your juices. He kneeled against the tile, hot breath on your clit. He sucked on it, groaning like it was a Michelin star dinner. "God, baby." He gripped the side of your thighs, plunging deeper into your sweetness. 

There was nothing to grab onto, so you pressed against the glass door beside you. Even though you two lived alone, you vehemently prayed no one would magically walk in on your bare breasts pressed up against this wall that was way too cold for your own comfort. 

Your first orgasm was sudden; you were too focused on the fact that the door wasn't even locked–it was swung wide open, and you could see the timer on the oven. You whimpered, afraid of anyone hearing.

"Come on, love, let m' hear you." A thick finger entered your walls, and you tried to let yourself go, moaning louder. He stood up, and you turned around.

"Turn back 'round, need t'be inside you."

"I have to return the favor, don't I?"

He raised a brow. Then, glanced down at the floor, then back up into your eyes—a gesture telling you, "Then, kneel."

The steam of the sultry shower started to stifle you, veritably causing you to grasp for air. He stared down at your seemingly pyretic self, the overhead light putting you in the spotlight as the shower head was moved to the side. "Go on, don't rush yourself." He crossed his arms, then brought them down to your head, guiding you to his cock.

You started by kissing his salty tip, leisurely stroking his shaft in a sordid manner, and sucking solely the glans. "Christ." He sighed, digging his fingers in your hair, massaging your scalp simultaneously as his head dropped back to the wall, water drowning his scalp. You snaked your free hand down between your thighs, rubbing your already sensitive cunt in small circles, your already-weak knees struggling to merely do a simple task like kneeling.

"Keep goin', mmff... Suchagood, goodfuckin girl f' me." He slurred his words, mercilessly bobbing your head—that seemed small in comparison to his massive hand—up and down, subsequently gagging you on his substantial cock. 

"Hick, are you close?" You asked, your muffled words hard to decipher.

Using your hair, he pulled you from his cock, like a fish pulled up from the water by a fishing rod. "Say that 'gain?"

"Are you cumming?" Anticipating his sperm like a squirrel waiting for its tree sap.

"You seem eager." He swiped his thumb against your bottom lip; You seemed like a sinner begging its god as you nodded, he pushed your head forward, violently choking you on his length. 

Your on-the-side masturbation got muddy, barely rubbing your neglected clit. So you stuffed your index and middle finger in there instead, making you close your eyes and breathe out a soft moan.

"Mph...!" Your eyebrows furrowed, and your sensitive gag reflex was evidently not much help; Your eyes constantly watered up, and your thighs were shaking from ecstasy as your fingers curled in.

The bobbing stopped, and warm liquid filled your throat; It was flavorless, but felt like a reward nonetheless. 

"No thank you, huh?" He tilted his head, bringing you back up to your feet.

"Thank you..." You swallowed.

"Mm! Oh–shit!..." Your breasts were pressed up against the glass once again. Price's grip on your hips was tight, and he wanted to be inside you as much as he could. "Haah, 'aven't fucked his cunt in days." He thrusts in, but to no avail.

You winced. It was always tight when he penetrated you, but it was agonizing right now. "Uhm, do we still have the lube from a couple of months back?" You panted. He nodded, pulling out and grabbing the lube hidden behind the shampoo. He shook the bottle, squeezing out a standard amount, and shoved his freezing-cold, frigid length back into your snug walls. "Daddy, oh, ohfuck!" You mewled, hips involuntarily moving. "Please, John." You whined.

His cock was made for your cunt, or was it your cunt that was made for his? Like clockwork, his cock brushed against your G-spot every time he plunged in and pulled out. He slapped your ass, avidly rocking back and forth.

He leaned into your ear, "I'm gonna put my babies in you, sweet'art. You'd like that, wouldn't cha? Fuckin' minx..." He bit your earlobe, groaning loudly as he poured his hot seeds into your womb. You panted, sliding onto the floor, bare pussy almost touching the tile as cum dripped out. He picked you up, kissing your precum-covered mouth as he pawed your ass, roughly slapping it a second later.

"Let's get you cleaned up, " he said in a warm-hearted tone, aptly contrasting with his behavior a moment ago as he began to wash you.

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Awe over 10 notes already for my first fic, so grateful, thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Please give me ideas on what you want me to write!!! Angst, smut, fluff, anyyyythinggggg ^^

I can do mostly any character!!!

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The Neighbor

Neighbor!Ghost x F!Reader

First post…! Please give me tips :’)

Content warnings: P in V, doin' it under the table + laundry room, mild violence, mentions of DV, non-con, no aftercare, somewhat toxic/manipulative.

Neighbor!Ghost, who had been invited to your house to welcome him into the neighborhood. Your husband, grits his teeth, telling you to “make yourself useful" as he shakes hands with Ghost, starting up small talk with him. The aroma of Earl Grey tea filled the room as you poured tea for them. You could feel Ghost’s intimidating presence following you as you returned back to the kitchen to bring out the pastries. You glanced at the gold ring that sat on your ring finger, it felt as if the ring were only a reminder of all the false promises that never happened.

Neighbor!Ghost, who would hear the sounds of your husband shattering plates that same night, displeased about the unwelcome guest. The sharp pieces of glass nicked your delicate skin as you were on your knees cleaning up your husband's mess as he went out for drinks for the third time this week. "It wouldn’t be polite to not help ‘er out." Ghost pondered, as he saw your husband enter a cab. After all, you would probably pay no heed to your missing husband as long as you didn’t have to live in torment, right?

Neighbor!Ghost, who was terribly mistaken a week after when he saw reader with tears flowing down their flushed, rubicund cheeks. “My husband hasn’t come home in over a week.” You wept, assuming that he'd left you for someone else. He feigned solicitude for your husband as he assured you that your husband would eventually return home. “You should stay w’ me for the time bein’, just t’be safe.” He insisted. "You know how dangerous living alone is nowadays for women like you, love..." You hesitated, your conscience wouldn’t allow it, but it was a good thing you’ve always followed your heart.

Neighbor!Ghost, who you made breakfast for as a way to show gratitude. You nudged him away when he got too close for your comfort, because what would your dear husband say? He apologized and quietly scoffed, impressed by your loyalty.

Neighbor!Ghost, who found you wiping the floors under the table in your shorts with a rag after dinner, No man in his right mind could resist you, so he pulled your lace panties aside, pinning you to the ground.

Neighbor!Ghost, who caught you by surprise as you felt an overwhelming length fill your spongy walls, hitting every eye-rolling spot in your walls with his throbbing cock. Your lower half perked up instinctively, prompting him to roughly smack your ass. "No…!” You gasped for air as he roughly grabbed your hips, groaning as his balls hit your clit. He pulled his cock out of your tight cunt, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness as he fervently stroked his tip, squirting his sperm onto your backside. “‘S okay. He’s ain’t here, love.” Well, anymore at least, that little bit he left out, not wanting to stress you out more. He sucked on your neck, leaving indigo marks. Maybe next time he shouldn’t pull out, he thought as smacked your clit, leaving you in the dimly lit kitchen as you almost hit your head on the table while getting up.

Neighbor!Ghost, who offered you to sleep in the same bed as him. You first refused, setting up on the couch instead. Unfortunately, it was so cold—so cold that you knocked on Ghost's door in the middle of the night, goosebumps painting your skin, to ask if he could be so kind as to let you sleep with him. "You're lucky I'm a night owl." He ogled you in his shirt that he prepared for you days before he'd invited you to stay with him. It was a great idea to change the living room's temperature.

Neighbor!Ghost, who couldn't be helped as he saw you bend over in the laundry room to reach for that one sock in the corner of the dryer. He pushed you further into the hot dryer as you tried to resist his touch, "Shh, think o' this as a way to thank me..." He whispered as he tugged your pants down, rubbing your slick clit. You felt a hot breath on your core as he dragged his rugged tongue on your nub. You bucked your hips against his thick tongue. “Yes… y-yeeesss !…” Your moans echoed against the metal walls, back arching like a black cat stretching on an early morning as your walls tightened. He continued to suck as your climax began and ended like it was his first meal in a millennia.

Neighbor!Ghost, who was so happy when you started to forget about your husband, or should he say ex-husband? He even bought you promise rings! How sweet… just don’t ever go on the news channel for the next few months, kay?

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i start foaming at the mouth whenever i see him

he’s literally the prettiest man i’ve ever laid my eyes upon oh god i adore him