#inserting soap inside

[goonslife]

Sacchetto da doccia in cotone naturale – Esfoliazione delicata e conservazione ecologica

La custodia per doccia in cotone naturale è un accessorio sostenibile e pratico progettato per conservare e utilizzare saponi solidi, assicurando un'esperienza di doccia lussuosa e senza sprechi. Realizzata in cotone naturale certificato OEKO-TEX®, questa custodia esfolia delicatamente la pelle consentendo al sapone di fare schiuma in modo efficiente, prolungando la durata delle saponette solide.

Caratteristiche principali Cotone naturale certificato OEKO-TEX®: Realizzato in cotone di alta qualità, privo di sostanze chimiche, sicuro per la pelle e rispettoso dell'ambiente.

Esfoliazione delicata: Il tessuto morbido ma leggermente strutturato fornisce un leggero effetto scrub, aiutando a rimuovere le cellule morte della pelle e migliorando la circolazione.

Prolunga la durata del sapone: Mantiene il sapone asciutto tra un utilizzo e l'altro, impedendogli di dissolversi troppo rapidamente e riducendo gli sprechi.

Chiusura con coulisse per praticità: Facile da appendere nella doccia, consente una migliore asciugatura e previene incidenti scivolosi con il sapone.

Zero rifiuti e senza plastica: Un'alternativa sostenibile ai contenitori di sapone in plastica, che lo rende una scelta eccellente per gli utenti attenti all'ambiente.

Vantaggi Aumenta la schiuma del sapone, rendendolo più efficace e piacevole da usare.

Promuove una pulizia più profonda con una delicata esfoliazione, lasciando la pelle liscia e fresca.

Riduce lo spreco di sapone, massimizzando l'uso di ogni saponetta.

Facile da usare e mantenere, lavabile in lavatrice per una lunga durata.

Conclusion The Natural Cotton Shower Pouch is a simple yet effective way to enhance your daily shower routine. It combines exfoliation, convenience, and sustainability in one product, making it a must-have for those looking to take a more eco-friendly and efficient approach to skincare.

[dormefuu]

gaz: dressed up all nice, taken in the bathroom of some fancy hotel during a function

price: boomer sunglasses selfie inside a car

soap: gymbro selfie inspired by neil's gym selfies

ghost: accidentally flashbanged by his phone, trying to insert the charging cable after getting piss drunk

[youronlydarlin]

warning: Sex pollen :), noncon/dubcon, some of them are mean on this one, horny desperate men going insane for your hole, not proofread 😭

Jus' over here havin thoughts about sex pollen infecting your favorite boy man

Finding yourself in the middle of a botched mission, you desperately try to open the door that separates you from your lover. You can hear him hacking, n coughing on the other side. N'd your sweet soul's nearly crying at the thought of what's happening to him. Is he dying !? Pink gas escapes from under the door and you don't even have the time to react before it suddenly opens.

Captain John Price who tries keep some of his composure. You must commend him for it, really. But you turn around to see if the coast's still clear and that's all it takes for his composure to break. Before you knew it you're being lifted into the air. Back pressed tightly against your Captain's chest while he holds you up with the back if your knees. He's got you in a full nelson :( And all of a sudden there's a knife in his hands. You cry out at the thought of what he could do to you but you're silenced the moment he uses it to rip an opening through your trousers, all the while he's rutting against your ass, cause he's just so pent up. Oh, you have to understand!

His dick is inside of you the moment it's freed. Tries to be considerate about it, gives you a few seconds to adjust before he's drilling into you with wild abandon. Fucks you so deep, there's a bulge in your tummy and spots in your vision. Sinks to the floor with you the moment he cums, holding you close to his chest and trying to come up with a decent enough explanation.

Simon "Ghost" Riley who let's out a loud grunt before falling on top of you. The impact makes your head spin, and it momentarily knocks the wind out of your lungs. His body crushes yours beneath the concrete floor and you don't have time to recover before the feeling of phantom hands start to roam your body. And you can no longer blame it on your fall, because your trousers are being ripped away by rough gloved hands.

Poor, little, you can't even object when he wrestles you into a mating press :( Shoving two of his thick digits inside of you with no warning. He's moving them in a scissoring motion, and you cant help but cry at the dry, and painful insertion. He's so mean!

"Shhh, puppy... 'I need this..." Doesn't even say please! Doesn't even give you a warning before the mushroom tip of his cock is breaching past your entrance. It's definitely way thicker than his fingers, and a lot more harder to get used to. He uses your bunched up knees as leverage to fuck you deeper, n deeper till your pretty eyes roll to the back of your skull.

He sounds like an animal when he cums. Growling pure filth to your ear while he grinds his dick inside you. Ready for a round 2?

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish who doesn't even wait. He was already hard as a fucking rock, hearing your cute voice cry out for him on the other side of the door. But now that it's opened, the only thing in his mind is dicking you down till your addicted to his cock.

Very impatient. You're literally like a ragdoll to him and he jus' manhandles you so you're face down, ass up :(

Shoves his fingers in your mouth while pulling your trousers down. He eats you out like a man starved. Like this was going to be his first, and last meal. Not a moment later and he's bullying your hole with his fat cock. Babbling nonsense about how fucking tight you are and how he's "waited to do this for so long". But he cums, and he cums deep.

The definition of painting your insides white.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick who looks like he's in so much pain. Unlike the other boys he tells you not to get close. He's not right in the head, can't you see that?? But you're sweet. Too sweet, and he wonders if you taste just the same. He's wetting his lips before knows it. He feels terrible. Eye fucking you while you're just trying to get him to talk about what's happening. Is he ok? He's not dying, is he? Tell me where it hurts, please.

You fret over him, and he's never felt such embarrassment in his life before. He feels bad, looking down at the massive tent in his pants. But he feels worse when he's pushing you against the wall. He's tried to hold back. Really, he did. But there's just so much a man like him can take in a situation like this. And he's trying to whisper apologies to you while he hasn't fully lost himself.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, just please....Fffuck–let me fuck you. Please..."

He's so desperate n'd whiney. As if he's not making your thighs shake and your brain into goo. He's fucking your mouth with his tongue, sturdy hands grabbing hold of your legs and wrapping them around his firm waist.

It's all too much. You're brain moving slower than your mouth can say "slow down". In a second he's got your trousers to the side, and his pants bunched up on his knees. He's shaking so much you're worried he might topple over. But he doesn't. Instead he slams his hips directly into yours. Your mouth opening in a silent scream.

He cums the moment he gets his dick in you. He's just so sensitive, ok :( And he doesn't stop at just one round, not even two. Three and his cum's leaking out of you, staining the floor and both of your thighs. Still moving his hips like a man possessed. Four, you're nearly passed out. And there's a slight bump in your stomach from where you're sure his cock, and cum is.

Head lying limp on your shoulder, you wonder how many times you've cummed already, or if this was even going to end. He smiles at you, so brightly he looks like your Kyle again. But he's kissing the side of your mouth before biting at your lips.

"Jus one more. Jus' one more, I promise..."

a/n: I literally don't know what bought this on. Are the parts where I lost motivation obvious? Yes? Ok. Fuck Some characters parts are longer than others I'm so sorry 😭 This has been rotting in my drafts for about 2 days. Hope you enjoy this more than I do 😞. Eat up, my loves!

Yours, truly,

–dolly

[ashtxrie]

due 11:59 pm

— alternatively, enhypen hyungs as your typical high school crush!

PAIR. high school! enhypen hyungs x gn!reader (rest under cut) GENRE. fluff, high school au, bullet points WORD COUNT. 1.8k total MAKNAE LINE VER.

이희승 — lee heeseung

varsity jackets, notes in lockers, late night calls, secret pining, basketball games

secretly (not so secretly) an attention seeker

he's on the varsity basketball team, so by law you're hyping him up (disguised as hyping up the whole team) before the game and now he has to win!!! (plus he made a bet with jay about the team's winning streak)

i'd think that you two are closer than acquaintances but don't know each other well enough to be close friends

you guys probably met through mutual friends groups that kind of merged????

it was junior year when he signed up for every ap class you took just to look at your face more often.

horrible move for his gpa, amazing move for his mental well-being

... that was, until his mental well-being was compromised again because his ap calc grades were... not sexy

"help like actually i don't think my coach will let me stay on the team if i fail another quiz like that 0.05% grade decrease might be the end of my career"

you start tutoring him not because you're super confident about your calc skills, but because 1) you're better than him at least 😂and 2) it's a free excuse to hang out with him after school

you guys have your first tutoring sessions over discord vc btw like LOSERS

"can you hear me okay"

"..."

"dude you're muted"

IT WAS BAD

he's got the popular guy on the outside, an absolute loser on the inside persona

like he's lowkey a romantically awkward dude

but once he got to know you a bit more from your 1 on 1 time (still on discord.) you guys got really close!

would talk shit together right before basketball matches too

"[name] make sure to start booing when the other team shows up because unfortunately i think they're actually really good"

you're really passionate about how the other schools have horrible players (regardless of stats) and love to narrate a play-by-play with heeseung after the match is over

he finally confessed to you after a whole business year (jake and riki were about to dox their private dms by then)

you guys are like those stereotypical high school movie it couples, where it seems like two gorgeous popular people fell in love

they don't need to know he's just a hopeless romantic!!

박종성 — park jongseong

blue ink, keyboard clicks, shared laughs, handwritten notes, guitar strings

you thought he was pretty intimidating at first ngl

first day of school and he has a whole pre-established friend group, somehow found a table to sit at, has an effortless air going for him

you were paired up with him for a group project in history and

god help this man is SO straightforward and to the point

"ok so i'll do this part and you can do those parts. let me know if you have questions."

insert working in SILENCE for the next hour and a half

at least you two got your work done though!

but then, as an icebreaker in the last ten minutes of class you asked:

"oh... so, uh, do you ever wonder how liquid soap was invented?"

girl wtf!

your internal thought processing was like ??? damn who said that??? before you realized it was YOU

fortunately for you, jay was not completely weirded out!

he even looked a bit interested!

VERY interested, actually!

and that's how he began google searching like crazy, pulling up a million wikipedia articles and scouring the internet to answer your question

because how did you know he was curious about that too!

he really went from 0 to 100 and wdym you thought this man was cold and stoic

he became a d1 yapper for a solid ten minutes, up until the second the bell rang

he was even subconsciously walking with you to your lunch spot, STILL talking about william sheppard and that day in 1865

when he stops and finally realizes where he is, he actually blinks a bit before asking if you had joined any lunchtime clubs

and you were like oh yeah!! i'm in guitar club

he looked at you with the biggest heart eyes at that tbh

HE WAS IN LOVE

wdym your interests were perfectly aligned???? was he in a soulmates au

fast forward three months, and he seriously thinks he's found The One

confesses to you after playing guitar!! and he wrote a handwritten letter too with a cheeky reference to that one liquid soap conversation that started it all

you never feel like you're being "too weird" when you're with him and you two can always be your candid goofy selves with each other :))

심재윤 — sim jaeyun

muji pens, fond eye rolls, sharing books, lunch dates, lattes, TI-84s

you already saw this one coming

physics lover jake, but you've deemed physics your number one opp

HOW can this man go "i love this subject so much omg" after you've just gotten your third 72% in a row?!

it's not like you weren't smart (the class average was a 55)

and it's not like you hated the subject itself

okay maybe you did

but you just thought there were so many other alternatives other than physics to fawn over as a favorite subject. like. ANY other subject

one day, you're seated next to jake in calc and he just turns to you and starts talking out of NOWHERE

he’s like wow isn’t this so interesting? calc is like a hobby of mine!!

and you’re like boy stfu??? i’m literally struggling how is this your pastime 

poor guy just wanted to make small talk and impress you with stuff he thought you were interested in… which is academics 

fast forward to that afternoon in history though, and tests are passed back

you're a certified humanities girl, so you got an 100!!! academic weapon

jake, however..... is kind of an academic shield in this case

on the midterm, he had written that the victorian era ended in 1592, and filled in everything else he didn't know with "mansa musa" because it was the only thing he retained from ap world

maybe you genuinely felt really bad for hating on him when he had struggles of his own, or maybe you felt really nice that day, or maybe you were secretly hoping to get to know him more....

either way, you don't know what came over you when you tapped on his shoulder

you missed how his eyes widened a bit when he turned around, and how he looked genuinely shocked that you were talking to him in an initiated conversation! maybe his rizz was working! (maybe it was)

"there's a method that i use to memorize terms that i could teach you, if you want"

IF HE WANTS??? he would've literally jumped with joy if the paper in front of him wasn't such a nuclear bomb to his gradebook

so that's how you suddenly started spending all your lunches sitting with jake at an empty table together

he tutors you back for physics and math too, so it's fair

and DAMN it works

suddenly you two are all-rounder academic weapons???? he has your back for STEM, you have his back for humanities

like that's literally a power couple right there.

only one problem.

you aren't a couple!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

you confess to him after one of your study sessions, by plotting a heart on the desmos graphing calculator using the equations that he taught you

it was super cute!!

he was literally the proudest and happiest man alive he teared up a bit (he would never admit it though)

and NOW you guys are the campus power couple

“babe look at this!” and he's waving at you with his 100 on the history final

he actually started jumping and hugging you (embarrassingly) when you found out you got a 94% average in physics at the end of the semester, giving you an A in the class

you were so shocked when you opened your report card that you didn't even register it until you heard jake go "YOOO OH MY GOD BABE THAT'S INSANE I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT YESSS I'M SO PROUD OF YOU"

well maybe thanks to jake the subject isn't so bad now!

박성훈 — park sunghoon

big school, comfortable silence, convenience stores, headphones, lingering gazes

the "everything kinda sucks here, except you" type of plot

sunghoon tries to stay out of the spotlight, keeping to himself with his head down, hood up, and headphones on

you're not really sure when you met him first actually, but you're both the same type of people where you're just going through the motions

you intrigued him though-- maybe it was the slightly melancholic look in your eyes? or maybe it was the way you purse your lips when you find a particularly hard question on the worksheets in class

either way, he finds himself wanting to get to know you more

funnily enough, he sees you at the convenience store after school as he walks home, and his feet start walking him in your direction

you see him first, and give him a smile and a little wave-- and sunghoon waves back without even thinking about it

that was the entire interaction that day, but sunghoon keeps replaying that part when you smiled and waved at him

why can't he stop thinking about it?

some things definitely changed too-- you start saying hi to him in the hallways at school, you turn to sunghoon to ask questions in class, and you seem to brighten up whenever you see him

you guys start to have conversations, starting with simple small talk, then moving to longer, more random dialogue where you both just say whatever comes to mind

the two of you become so close that you decide to walk to and from school together, since you found out that you only live a couple blocks away

sunghoon likes to place his headphones over your ears to show you new songs every morning, and you like to share earbuds in the afternoon to walk home together

he also starts to slip little notes about his day in your backpack before you go your separate ways in the neighborhood, signing off with a little p.s. to meet him at the park before sunset

it takes him SO long to muster up the courage to confess to you because he keeps thinking you'd say no

but when he finally does, all his fears melt away because you looked at him in such a soft way

he's actually reminded of why he fell for you in the first place

because with you, there’s no judgment from the outside world in the little bubble that you’ve created with him

it's just the two of you against the world <3

TAGLIST : @star-sim @boyfiejay @jlheon @jwsdoll @dimplewonie @suneng @en-gelic

[teddypines]

Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue

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Summary: Retired Price and his special hobby. Y/N being very helpfull. Retired/Pstar!Price x Wifey!Reader. Fem!reader, no age gap.

Part 2

MDNI! 18+ if you do read it i'm not responsible.

Warnings: P in V, smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, use of pet names, recording of said smut.

Note: Just enjoy the little smut that came to me on a boring work day.

Words: 860

Picture/art found on Pinterest, made by @schrissdd

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Ever since Price retired from the military everything was a little different. The boys still came around often, every Saturday when not on duty, and Wifey cooked the best dinners, but he didn’t feel the same. Not even when they had more time together to do the things they wanted to do. Of course he loved it now that he was more home and got to spend time with Y/N, to get to do the normal domestic things, but something was missing, and it was not a pet or a child.

Soap once told him to try new things one Saturday night after a few beers and Price was like what the hell and did. He really did try new things, even some new things with Wifey. He went fishing, camping, they even tried one of those couple pottery classes, but nothing was scratching that itch like the military did. 

On a weird whim Price went on Reddit to get a few extra ideas from helpful people who had struggled with the same. He made an account with Wifey’s help and then just went on to make a post.The comments were mostly basic things or really silly, but a few people recommended trying new spicy things, like roleplay and some kinks. That interested Price, especially since he and Wifey never really got the time to explore, but the comment about making spicy content himself was the most interesting. 

So after a good talk with the wife, Price made himself an account on a certain spicy site. Within no time Price’s ‘channel’ The Captain got a Patreon. His content was mostly aimed at audio’s and little jerk off videos with lots and lots of dirty talk and stories. Of course with the voice that Price had this became a quick success. So he slowly expanded his content a little to more videos and occasionally Wifey joined in on the fun.

Just like now, Price is sitting back against the headboard, Wifey on top of him. There was a camera set up at the end of the bed, just so that their faces were out of frame, but enough to see every little thing Price did too Y/N. He was using Wifey as if she was one of those jerk off toy’s. Just bouncing her up and down on his cock. 

Wifey was wearing some navy blue panties that were pushed to the side near the bottom so Price’s cock could slip in and out with ease. His hands on her hips as he made sure to get every little whimper, moan and whine from his Wifey.  “That’s it sweetie. Moan for your Captain.” Price cooed to Y/N in a rough sexy voice. The one that he knew made her insides do a flutter thing. “Just like that you dirty girl.” 

Price started to fasten up the pace a little reaching a little deeper inside of Wifey. “C-Cap… Captain.” Y/N whined as Price reached deeper inside her, hitting all the right spots. “Yes, Sweetheart?” Price asked in return as he watched her breasts bounce in the reflection of the camera. “F-Feels so good.” Wifey answered as her cunt squeezed around Price’s cock, making him groan in the process. “Fuck Sweetheart, such a good girl.”

This went on for the rest of the video. Price just sweet talking as he used his wife to chase his own pleasure as she moaned and squealed around. After coming deep down Wifey and making her cum Price made sure to do aftercare, part of the video, and a way to connect and sooth Wifey after a scene. Y/N was mostly there for a self insert for the viewer, but that didn’t mean Wifey and the viewers didn’t deserve aftercare. Price kissed the side of Y/N’s head off camera. “You were so good for me, darling. such a good girl. Gonna get you some food, water and a bath ready.” Wifey hummed in answer as she cuddled up with Price.

Price turned off the camera after cuddles. He quickly cleaned himself up and took Wifey to the bathroom for her bath as he would clean the sheets and camera before getting her something to eat and drink. He took off Y/N’s panties before laying her in the bath with some of her favorite bath salts and a kiss on the head before leaving her alone. Price changed the sheets, putting them in the laundry with their clothes and took the camera to his office. He would edit and upload the video later. For now he had to take care of his Wifey, making her feel good after their adventure. 

A week later Price uploaded the video, a shorter one for free on all platforms and the full version on Patreon for the higher paying members. The video was called ‘Playing with the wife ;)’ with a little description saying, ‘Wifey wanted to be adventurers again she can’t get enough of her Captain’s cock.’ Wifey however didn’t like the title or the description, but she did love doing these things with Price. Seeing him enjoy his hobby made her happy too, even if it was an unusual hobby.

[gloomwitchwrites]

could you do one about all the members of 141 if the reader is super sensitive during sex, squeaks and squirms, cries but she likes it she’s just very responsive

Sensitivity during sex is subjective as everyone is different in that regard. So, here is my little offering to you, anon.

Task Force 141 x Female Reader

Content & Warnings: unprotected piv, dirty talk, missionary, established relationship, teasing, overstimulation, cowgirl, mirror sex, vaginal fingering

Word Count: 1,624

ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if series masterlist

John "Soap" MacTavish

Johnny is a tease.

“How’s that feel, love?” he croons with a mischievous smile.

You whimper. Gasp. His hands upon your skin are simply too much.

Without an answer, Johnny goes down on one elbow, changing the position. He’s not even thrusting anymore, simply holding himself inside you, keeping your legs spread wide over his large, muscled thighs.

“Can’t use your words?” he mocks lightly as the tips of his fingers tenderly graze over a hardened nipple.

At the same time, he sinks a bit further, thighs spreading slightly, pushing your legs even wider. You’re unable to do much but writhe and wiggle beneath him. He always does this. Always teases. He loves how sensitive you are, and how your body comes alive beneath him. All the little sounds you make, all the sharp shakes and shivers, only motivate Johnny to draw forth more.

“What will happen if I touch you here, hm?” he asks, his hand dipping between your bodies. When Johnny says “here,” he runs his finger around the place your bodies meet.

Your cry is loud, and it only becomes louder when he trails upward to circle your clit. His name is there, on the very tip of your tongue, but each touch is a zap, stealing your voice.

But this touching and teasing isn’t cruel. You love every second. It only makes the end that much more electric.

“And here, love? What would happen?” he murmurs.

While still moving over your clit, Johnny leans forward, his tongue circling and then sucking your nipple into his mouth. Your body immediately contracts, every muscle tensing then relaxing. A little shiver rattles up through your spine and out to the edges of your limbs. It causes you to squirm, the sensitivity nearly overwhelming.

But there is nowhere for you to go. You are not only pinned to the bed by Johnny’s upper body but by his cock.

Johnny releases your nipple, his mouth forming a smug smile. “Suppose you need some relief, yeah?”

You curl into him, fingers digging into his skin. Johnny brushes your hair out of your face, and that too makes you tremble.

“Lie back,” he soothes, and you melt, molding to the bed as he flattens himself above you.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Kyle talks you through it.

“That’s it. You’re doing so well.”

“That’s my girl. Look at you.”

Kyle delicately guides your legs toward your chest. You’re bent at the knees, trembling, breathing coming fast and heavy. Every touch of his is like a brand against the skin. It is an overwhelming tsunami.

“Kyle,” you beg. “Please.” You don’t even know what you’re begging for. Maybe for it all to end even though you crave the sensation.

“Gotta control that wiggling love.”

“I—I can’t,” you whimper, thighs trembling as he puts you into position.

Kyle parts your pussy with his fingers and you cry out. He tuts and then inserts two fingers. Your hips instantly buck and your back arches, wanting to escape from him.

“No no. None of that, love.” Kyle lightly presses down on your stomach, holding you still as he curls his fingers up and drags them, repeating the motion.

Again, you cry out, and then tears sting your cheeks as you claw at the bedding.

“Control your squirming and I’ll give you what you want.”

“You’re awful,” you whimper, every muscle in your body twitching, wanting to move.

“Do what I say, love. Know you can.” You inhale and Kyle chuckles softly. “That’s it. Good. Exhale. Again.”

He has you repeat the process until the muscles in your limbs calm.

Kyle’s hands retreat, and then he reclines beside you, rotating onto his back. His hand palms the base of his cock, stroking gently.

“Get on top, love. Hands on my chest. You control the pace.”

With a gentle tremble, you swing one leg over Kyle’s thighs, straddling him. You do as he instructs, placing your hands on his chest and angling your hips. He guides himself to your entrance, the head of his cock pushing in, stretching you wide, the sensation shooting up your spin and as well as to the tips of your toes.

“I know you can take it. Fuck, love. That’s it. Good.”

You slowly slide down on him, groaning loudly, nails digging into his chest as you impale yourself on him.

“Oh—fuck.” Kyle’s hands are on your thighs, running up and down them in a caress.

It takes every bit of your concentration to focus on the rhythm of your hips. You’re overly sensitive, and this position reaches deep, hitting that sweet spot every time you come down on him.

“Kyle,” you beg, but it’s without meaning. You just need to talk, to say something, to verbalize your need in whatever way you’re able.

His answer is a groan. “That’s it. Fuck, love. You feel amazing.”

Slowly, your eyelids open, and you’re greeted with a beautiful sight.

“Don’t fucking stop,” he says, one hand sliding between your breasts.

John Price

“Look at yourself, love.”

You are unable to move. Unable to squirm.

John has you spread wide over his thighs like a sacrificial offering. His knees are bent toward the ceiling and just parted enough that you cannot move your legs while draped in his lap. He’s got you impaled on his cock, and he is downright fucking smug about it.

While the motion of your legs is useless, you also don’t have your arms. John has them propped above your head because he doesn’t want you touching him or himself. His own muscles forearms snake up and over your upper arms. It allows you no control, but allows John everything. He can touch your breasts like this. He can touch your clit, your neck, and whatever else he wants.

John rocks and rolls his hips, dick appearing and then disappearing back into your pussy. All you can do is flex your hips a bit but it isn’t enough. You are completely trapped. At his mercy. And the sensitivity is overwhelming.

Without any control, you have to submit to John, and while you love it, it only rockets every ripple of pleasure that much higher.

“See what I have to do,” he murmurs into your ear. “You can’t stop moving.”

Tears bloom in the corners of your eyes like tiny dewdrops. You are far too sensitive for this. John is pushing you into overstimulation.

John nips at your earlobe and you gasp. “Look,” he prompts.

The closet door is open. Not by much, but enough that the mirror that hands on the inside faces the bed. Within, you see yourself, and John. You see how splayed out you are, how needy and pathetic you look in his arms.

“Look,” he says again. “Want you to watch.”

It takes all your effort to focus. Every time John rock his hips upward, his brush of skin against you is fire. It causes everything in you to react and jump. But you cannot writhe. Cannot move.

And that only makes you more frustratingly coiled with untamed need.

Your head falls back against his shoulder, eyelids heavy as you gaze upon the spot where your bodies meet, and how much your body stretches to accommodate him. You can see how your chest heaves, the tightness building and overwhelming your senses.

“Now you see what I see,” murmurs John as his hand delves downward to give you some relief.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

“Quit your squirming.”

“Then don’t be cruel,” you moan, nearly jumping out of Simon’s arms when he sharply thrusts upward.

Simon’s teeth nip at your throat and this time your body jerks, almost sending you out of his lap.

“Stay still,” he growls, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs.

“You know how sensitive I am.”

“I do. Fucking love it.”

Simon wraps his arms around your waist. It’s an embrace, and yet there is power behind it, the muscles there tensing with anticipation. You inhale, and your exhalation is stolen from you.

Simon twists, and you go with him, rolling onto your back.

You squeak loudly only to be pinned against the bed. “Simon—”

He crushes his lips to yours, his tongue delving for your taste. The only sound you make is a whimper. “But sometimes,” murmurs Simon against your lips. Your squirming gets in the way.”

Using his body weight, Simon drives in at a harsh angle, hitting that sweet spot deep inside. That vibration of pleasure ripples outward, and your body reacts as it always does. But you cannot writhe and wiggle. Simon is too heavy, and he knows this, which is why he’s pinned you.

“Oh—fuck. Simon. Plea—. Please.”

“Please what?” laughs Simon softly before moving inside of you again.

The only reply you can make is a strained moan.

Simon grins, completely smug. “Tuck in, love. I’ll give you something to squirm about.”

Simon wraps your wrists up in one hand, pinning them above your head. He starts to thrust in earnest, his free hand holding the side of your throat. He watches on as tears come to your eyes. Your body wants to move, to buck and arch against him, but you are completely trapped.

Simon leans in, kisses the spots on your cheeks stained with tears. The only thing you can move are the bottoms of your legs. You wrap your ankles over his bulging calves and cling.

Every stroke and brush of his skin against yours is a roaring fire, rocketing you toward overstimulation. Words fall from your lips but they are elusive, just white noise in your ears. You know that you’re crying, that you’re speaking to him, that you’re attempting to move.

But Simon is relentless, claiming every inch of your body like he always does.

[leyavo]

| I am my father’s daughter | 11 |

💖 Dad!Price & Daughter!reader, eventual Soap x reader.

PART ELEVEN: John Price hasn’t seen or heard from his daughter in over a year, but that changes when she calls him one night asking for help. 2.5k+words

[18+] MDNI | TW: hurt/angst/mentions of abuse/ complicated father-daughter relationship

Previous parts -> [series masterlist]

🔈Readers view of John is different, he’s come and gone in her life etc so she thinks he’s not that great. So don’t send me hate

Nostalgia, it hung in the wardrobe. A hoody swallowing the flimsy metal hanger, charcoal jersey soft between your fingers. You don't know how it got mixed up with your own clothes, but you were in such a rush you'd stuffed everything you could before he came home. Tyler's hoody, the one he gave you whenever you were cold. The same person that took so much from you too. You hadn't unpacked until the Captain did it for you. Of course he would, even folded your tops neatly away in the chest of drawers which were creased to hell.

Some sort of cosmic joke, for it to appear today. You snatch it off the hanger, clutching it to your chest. His scent clinging to the fabric, not so overpowering. You could finally breath, no figure caging you in or shoving you away. Maybe you should wear it today, remind yourself why you said yes to Kyle's offer. You shove it over your head, not giving yourself a second to think it over again.

Is this you reclaiming your power? A ratty old hoody that smells like him. The inside scratches your bare arms and the ribbing rubs against your neck, but it’s too late to change it. Too late to go back. You’re already half way to the gymnasium, promised that it would be dead since no one bothers going on Sunday afternoons. Most of those with families travel home to visit their loved ones on the weekends, just like the Captain and his perfect family. There’s probably a permanent frown line between your brows, you can’t think about them without your face scrunching up in disgust or maybe jealousy.

Jealous that your little brother has a stable foundation, a sickly sweet mother to coddle him. They’ve had another kid since then too, but you try not to think of the three year old girl, your sister. A do over for the Captain. You’ve never met her and you hope it stays that way. John’s been discreet, video calling the babbling baby in his office instead of the house. You don’t really remember much of your brother either, he was hardly talking the last time you visited. Angie’s not your mother, no you hate the way she tries to insert herself into your life. Rubbing it in your face, how could you not compare Lena to the angel, Angie Price. No one can be that nice.

Perfect, little family for the Captain to fall back on when you fuck it up like everything else in your life. How many times did you act out as a kid hoping for him to turn up? You didn’t even care if he gave a raised voice or a heavy hand, least he’d be there. He wasn’t though.

Ungrateful, just like Lena used to drum in your head. Ungrateful, kid. Ungrateful, kid. No, every other man Lena jumped to never treated you like a daughter or a child for that matter. You were left to fend for yourself and in doing so created your own inner world to get through it.

The heat hits you as soon as you push the heavy fire door open and to Kyle’s promise, the gymnasium is empty. The figure in the centre of the room stops you in your tracks, scuffed trainers toeing the edge of the training mat. Part of you wants to turn back, but he turns to you before the thought leaves your mind.

“Johnny?” You blurt out, heart hammering in your chest. God, you did not want him to see how pathetic you were.

“Kyle couldn’t make it.”

What was he wearing? Your gaze lingers on his muscular thighs, navy baggy shorts swishing around as he walks closer. A sheen of sweat coats his skin, short sleeve t-shirt clinging to his chest. You didn’t realise quite how powerful he was, prominent veins of his arms and flex of his biceps as if he knew you were checking him out. No, you’re also sizing him up.

“We don’t have to do this, totally up to you.”

The Captain had told you to say no if that’s what you wanted. No pressure, but it didn’t lift the crushing weight off your chest. You needed to do this, learn how to fight, because no one else is going to do it for you. It’s always been you against them. Alone.

He’d probably flick you and you’d go down. Scratch that, one move and you’d drop to the ground. “No, I want to do this. Suppose it’s better than doing it with the Captain,” you mumble, dumping your bag on the floor and stepping over the training mat. You can’t think of anything more awkward.

The Captain forever leaving space between you and him, never finishing his thoughts or attempting to draw them out of you. You wanted him to do anything instead of nothing.

“Well you know the basics, like moving around and holding up a good defence?” Johnny circles you, pulling one arm across his chest and stretching his muscles. You mirror his actions, knowing that you’ll be hurting after if you didn’t.

Defence, the word makes you wince and you play it off as if you’ve over stretched.

You scoff, “well the Captain did say knee between the groin and back of elbow as last resort.” Not that you’d used any of those moves, you’ve never had much fight in you. You’d think with your parents, you’d be more capable at throwing a punch and screaming in someone’s face, but you froze. Every single time.

“Well I don’t fancy practicing those moves today,” Johnny chuckles, trying to lighten the mood. He scratches the back of neck, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as if he were nervous too.

“Don’t worry, I’m more of a drop to floor and cover my head type.” You point to the scuffed mat, trying to laugh it off but Johnny’s lip doesn't twitch. He glances to the side, muscle of his jaw flexing.

Small spaces made it difficult to outrun the hands grabbing at you. Always better to take the first hit, arms covering your head and knees tucked to your chest on the floor. Fighting back prolonged the punishment and doubled the pain, surrendering eased and lessened it. Just like the Captain taught you, choose your battles wisely. Know when to stand and when to walk away. You did neither of those till the night you called your dad.

Johnny points to the cross on the mat, black gaffa tape overlapping a tear beneath it. "wider stance," he says, tapping his trainer in the spot for yours to go. "Self defence, okay. I ain't gonna hit ya."

You chant the last part of his words in your head, he's not going to hit you. "Okay, I'm ready." You nod, trying not to overthink and convince yourself of the worst. He wouldn't hit you.

He pats his chests, "Start with a front grab, so you take me t-shirt in one hand." His eyes flit to your twitching fingers by your side, "It's okay, take a breath. Not gonna hurt ya'." And you believe him, but it doesn't unravel the knot in your stomach or soften the scratch at the back of your throat. His fingers curl gently around your wrist, guiding your hand closer.

"Like this?" You twist the sweat drenched shirt in your grasp, staring at the dark tufts hair on his chest now that his neckline is stretched down. His dog tags glisten in the dingy lighting, numbers etched into the silver plate.

There's five years between you and him, a whole world too. He's seen things you haven't and prepared himself for any threat. It's strange to think of him as a gangly teen joining the army. You wonder what he was like at your age, twenty one. He's still got a boyish charm though, a stubbornness the Captain said would smooth out with age. His patience with you though is never ending as he talks you through the move. His movements slow, voice firm as he explains each stage of it.

The first few walk throughs you flinch and he slows down his movements, warning you sooner than the previous take. You slip a few times with the motion as he throws you off, the sole of your trainers worn and rid of any grip. Johnny catches you each time, righting you before he demonstrates again.

It's not till the roles are reversed, Johnny's hand grasping the front of your hoody and tugging you closer, do you freeze. Your focus on the crease on the front of his t-shirt, vision blurring as you exhale a trembling breath. He doesn't let go, no he ever so quietly reminds you that you can do this. His hand placement the same as Lena's two days ago.

"Please, I can't," you whisper, stumbling as he releases his hold on you. "Dammit, I just keep.." you curse, kicking your bag to the side. Why can't you fight? Fear a bigger monster than the people around you. That's the thing controlling you, not Tyler anymore.

"It's how you survived, everyone's different. Why don't we try somethin else?" Johnny says, offering you his dented water bottle. He wipes the sweat on his forehead with the hem of his shirt and you stop mid sip, stealing glances at the defined muscles of his stomach and the line of hair trailing down to the waistband of his shorts.

You should not be looking at him like that, not after what happened. He doesn't say anything though, grabbing your bag and his leading you to the back of the gym. Smeared mirrored wall and a row of brown leather punching bags dangling from the rafters.

"Maybe we just need to build up some confidence," Johnny says, knuckles driving into the punching bag. "How about some boxing?" He catches the bag as it swings back, arm hooking around it and smiles down at you.

"Boxing," you mumble, your fingers tracing the battered leather. The Captain used to have a punching bag at home when you were little, you remember him warning you not to touch it though incase it swung back and hurt you. He left when you were seven, Lena selling most of his belongings along with that too.

Fighting against people felt daunting, but punching a bag you could do. Johnny doesn't start the boxing lessons yet though, not till you've got a decent pair of gloves and some wraps to wear underneath. He's already enlisting Kyle as the main instructor, he's more disciplined and skilled than Johnny is at boxing. Learn the fundamentals and then you can train with Johnny more consistently. You stay in the gym, sitting next to him on the bench as he scrolls through some possible kits you need. Your shoulder leaning against his arm, eyes follow his finger as he describes each product.

Lena's grip still on you as you're forced to go without once again. Least you’re not starving. There's no fighting her even if you learn how to box. "I don't really have the money to buy all this stuff at the moment." You’ll have to wait till your next pay check at the end of the of the month.

Johnny's thumb hovers over the screen of his phone, brow furrowed. "Didn't the Captain give you some money?"

Fuck, how did he know that? You’re on your feet, head dipping to the side as you avoid his gaze. You grab your bag, but he’s sitting on one of the handles that you can’t move till he stands too.

"Yeah, but I gave it to my mum," you say, slinging your bag over your shoulder and walking across the training mats. The room feels longer than before, the door too far and you can't shake Johnny off. He's like a bloodhound, he can sense there's something there. You're honest, but holding back. Sometimes half the truth is better than the whole truth. Give them something to go on and make them feel like you trust them entirely. They’re less likely to question you.

He's pushing the doors open before you can, "What, why? Is that who you were with Friday evening?"

And it’s like there’s ice in your veins, hair standing up at the back of your neck as you descend the crumbling concrete steps. "What did you say?" You snap, snatching your hand back from Johnny’s. Is that why he made you do the stupid front grab move for your first self defence? You’re getting too comfortable, that’s when you slip up and make mistakes.

“I wasn’t following you,” he says, standing in front of you and blocking the narrow path. “I drove past your work Friday evening, saw you with a woman and when I circled back you were gone. Looked intense.” He smooths his palm up and down your arm, but this time it doesn’t calm you down.

No, you snap. Closed in, backed into the corner and his shadow looming over you. Not so different from how it normally started. “The only intense thing is you,” you say, elbowing him out of the way.

“I’m sorry, alright. Don’t wanna see you get hurt,” Johnny calls after you, tugging the strap of your bag and you turn to face him trying to remove his hand, but he doesn’t let go. Knuckles turning white as he tightens his grip. “You gotta tell your Da’ or I will.”

“Oh fuck off, Johnny. None of your business,” you snarl, ripping your bag from his grasp and walking off. What did he know, nothing.

The air in your lungs burn as you breathe in, chest shuddering and you know you’re half gone. Palms sweaty and vision blurring. All you had to do was focus on one spot, a flickering bulb of a distant lamppost drawing you in.

This is not how you planned it. No, the Captain didn’t need to know what happened years ago. You just wanted to forget it all. No use dragging up old memories and picking that wound apart again. Like slapping a plaster over a gash that needed stitches, it never really healed. So why pick at it?

Fuck, why did it always feel like your chest was going to cave in and your ribs were tightening? You can’t lose it now, not when you’re so close to the house. Johnnys voice muffled as you leant forward and put your hands on your thighs, head dipping to blink at the specs of dirt on your trainers. Another distraction, counting.

A weight lands on your back, but you can’t break your focus or your counting. One, spec of dirt. Two, the twitch of his fingers against your spine. Three, breathe you hear him telling you breathe. Four, a water bottle enters your eye-line. Five, you stand and grab the bottle. Six, you take a sip of water. Seven, his calloused hands frame your face. Eight, you blink up at him. Nine you grab the front of Johnny’s jacket.

Ten, you kiss Johnny Mactavish. Lips crashing into his, fingers twisted in his jacket.

Maybe this is your only form of self defence?

[Part twelve]

Ohhh will Johnny tell the Captain?!😲 do we need a Johnny pov in the next part???????? 🫡 please note I am dyslexic so there may be errors/mistakes. I do edit multiple times but miss out things - Leya

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[thistle-wrote]

What about the boys with an alt girl though?

Cw: there are a few physical descriptions used for said alt girls in question but only when it was necessary.

Authors note: This is not self insert and as matter a of fact I’m not even sure why you brought it up! ㋛ She’s lying

F!reader X The CoD boys

Gaz: is dating a fully gothic woman, somewhere between romantic goth and traditional goth. Elvira meets morticia Addams. Not so much a tattoo kinda girl just red lipstick, floor length black dresses with bell sleeves and a corset. Gaz had been mildly afraid of her ever since he caught her talking to a ghost In their kitchen. He’s never noped out of a conversation quicker in his life. He likes to tell people she “speaks in riddles” ie she quotes Edgar Allan Poe sometimes. When they went on holiday he took her to the Cologne Cathedral because who wants to have a relaxing margarita on the beach when you can take your girlfriend to a 600 year old creepy building instead?

Soap: she’s not so much of an alternative girl as she is just a witch. The phrase “stop touching my altar” is probably the most commonly heard sentence in their house. Tattoos, funky hairstyles, hoards of jewelry, long flowing skirts are how just about everyone would describe her. She talks to the moon, Johnny doesn’t really understand why but he does ask “What did she say?” When his sweetheart comes back inside. She has slowly taught him the original folk tales and histories of every holiday, custom and tradition. Johnny has learned that deep down everything is spooky just like his girl. Halloween at their house is THE place to be.

Ghost: big scary man and his Kawaii girlfriend, a tale as old as time. The double takes people do when they go in public together are hilarious. She’s quite literally the sweetest person you’ll ever meet. Of course, their entire house is pastel pink which he really couldn’t care less about. His lovely woman does tend to edit pictures of him to fit her Instagram aesthetic though and he’s not too sure how he feels about the pink glitter filter She uses on every photo. The amount of her pretty pink clothes he’s turned into a mess because he simply doesn’t know how to do laundry correctly is outrageous. She’s had to learn the hard way that Simon just won’t wear the clothes she buys him if they’re pink, he will however take the pink Hello Kitty lunchbox she got him every single day to work.

Price: Similar to Ghost they get funny looks in public but only because what do you mean that heavily tattooed woman is his wife? There are very few parts of her body that aren’t covered, from her neck down to her feet. Kind of an artsy grungy style, overalls and Doc Martens are the usual. The real kicker of it all is how similar their taste in music is, divorced dad rock all the way, baby! That kind of music was made specifically for old men and pretty women with thick eyeliner. John damn near had a heart attack when she just went and got his name tattooed but she just has so many that she didn’t even think twice before getting it done. She’s the kind of girl that says things like “I want your leg bone when you die” with 100% sincerity, John is scared of very little, but the way she says that with a little bit of excitement in her eye is well… a little jarring.

CoD Masterlist

[starrydawnsleeper]

── .✦ aiku might act all tough and dominant, but he's just a needy boy after a long day of practice who just wants to bury his cock inside you. he wouldn't even move, just put you flushed close to his chest, his cock warm inside you, twitching sometimes.

but when he's too tired, he wouldn't even care to remove clothes cause he just wants to stay close to you.

he'd come back home in his white uniform, that's just slightly dull from working out the whole day. he'd then ask if you'd want to shower with him, cause he loves when you lather him up with soap and his abs would still be visible and you'd end up getting flustered, though he's literally your boyfriend.

and even if he's the tired one, he'd pick you up after shower and place you on the bed and dry you up. "don't want you to catch a cold. sex can wait." he said, as he continued drying your hair. as you both were done drying, he places a soft kiss on your head and lays you down.

your view is quite a sight to see. aiku's naked on top of you, his abs glistening from the after-shower. his hair was dried too, just a little damp, curling around his ears and the green strands at the back stayed unruly cause he didn't style it at night. his heterochromic eyes fixated right at you, his gaze wasn't lust, just pure love, "can i?" he mumbled, closing the distance and falling on you, really gently. you nodded, smiling slightly.

"you're so pretty...i need you."

"i'm already yours tho...?" you raise an eyebrow playfully, as he raises his head just enough to look at you.

"really? i still need you though, baby. can i put it in? or do you want me to loosen you up?" he asks straightening up, placing his cock at your entrance, waiting for your consent.

"it's fine. you can go in without prep..." you bite your lip at the end, unsure of what you just said cause his dick was definitely not the type to be taken in without prep.

taking his dick in his hand, aiku tilts his head, waiting for your confirmation once more. you nod in response, cause fuck, it did feel good.

he had gone in without prep multiple times before and then the mornings ended up lazy with him taking care of you but everytime he asked for your consent before going in like that.

"oh baby, you're doing so well, just hold on for a bit more." he praised, trying to insert his dick inside you. only the head was in and you were already red in your face from how sweet aiku was being. and it definitely didn't go unnoticed. "i see that blush baby. is that my doing?" he asks, smirking. "no." you respond sarcastically, pulling him in for a small kiss.

"hah—fuck—all in," he moans, sliding beside you after a while. you whimper, clutching his biceps.

"are you going to keep it in...the whole night?" you ask, voice shaking a bit from the pain and pleasure mixed with happiness.

"you don't want me to? i'll remove it after a while then." he nods, pulling you closer to him, one hand on your hip to keep his cock inside you while the other caressesed your cheek.

"no...i meant—you can...if you like..." you shrug, acting nonchalant but your cheeks were definitely not helping.

"mhm okay baby got it. now stay close." he rubs circles on your hips, his eyes already half lidded.

and before you both could realise, y'all had fallen asleep. it's not like sex always ended like this with aiku, only when you both were tired after a long day. but...this did feel way more intimate than having sex.✦──

[sadmusicprincess]

touch me anywhere, cause i'm your baby - ni-ki ────୨ৎ────

enjoyyy ꨄ︎ wc: 2,677

│tw : fingering, pet names, p in v, unprotectd sex, (wrap it !)

ni-ki has been gone for a couple hours now, you miss him, his voice, his smile, his soft lips. so to distract yourself, you decide to watch a movie, after about 15 minutes into the movie, you get a text from ni-ki.

"on my way home bby"

you smile at the text, but start rubbing your thighs together. you really REALLY missed him. to pass time, you run yourself a shower, using all your best smelling soaps, scrubs, lotions, perfumes, and body oils. finally, you get dressed in just one of ni-kis shirts that stops mid thigh.

once you walk out of the bathroom, ni-ki opens the bedroom door. "hey baby, I missed you" he walks over hugging you, you can smell his cologne lingering onto his jacket.

you hold on to him for a little longer than usual which makes him realize somethings up, "you okay ?" he asks worried, "need you" you mutter quietly. "ohhh that's why you are acting like that" he says smirking. he grabs your waist and guides you to the bed, "sit" he says with his hand resting on his lap.

you sit on his lap with your back to his chest, you feel the warmth of him and it makes you slightly shiver. he starts to kiss your neck and rubbing up your thigh, he stops at your underwear and says "is it okay to continue" he looks at you to assure him its okay. you nod while relaxing against his chest. "that's my girl" he says smiling, he sneaks his fingers inside, starting off at a medium pace.

you start to moan and push your head against him more due to the stimulation. "you close baby ?" he says speeding up, you just nod your head really fast, feeling the knot in your stomach starting to form. "go ahead" ni-ki says running his fingers through your hair as you come to your release.

suddenly, ni-ki picks you up and lays you down on the bed. he undresses and pulls his shirt off of you. he smiles at you before slowly spreading your legs and inserting himself, he lets out a shaky moan and looks down to make sure you're okay. he starts at a slow pace so you can adjust to the stretch.

"does this feel good" he says slowly speeding up, you say in a shaky breath "yeah, feels rlly mmh- good ni-ki". he leans down to kiss your face and watches you. "I'm close" you say resting your hand on his chest, he grabs your hand and holds it, "me too baby" he says panting. "where do you want it ?" he says speeding up his thrusts. "inside, please ni-ki" you say with pleading eyes. "anything you want baby" he says kissing you. once ni-ki starts groaning, you moan his name and grip his shoulder as you both finish.

he collapses next to you catching his breath before turning over, "you okay ?" he says rubbing your back. "mhm" you reply turning over and leaning to kiss him.

sigh, first smut, this was hard. send requests lol and ill try to make them better

[benbenten]

CALL ME WHEN YOU GET LOST 🌺

DAISUKE and his party anthem, the look of love. ⓘ⠀ male reader insert, one-sided, canon storyline, angst

cred: ven (@f94164) on X

pre-crash

Daisuke sees you during a crew-wide first aid seminar Anya hosts. You’re sitting off to the side, lips slightly parted in focus, gloves still on from triage. Your presence is quiet, firm, kind in a way that doesn't ask for attention.

You're not flashy. You're not loud. But when you glance at Daisuke after he stumbles over a question about defibrillators, you smile. Not mockingly. Just soft. Understanding. And his heart shreds in his chest.

He starts scheduling reasons to be around the medbay.

Burnt his finger (again)? Needs new gauze.

“Oh, are you on shift?” He always hopes you are.

The one time you help him clean a scraped knee from falling off a ladder, he doesn’t flinch once. He stares at your jawline and can't help but think:

I hope I get hurt more often. No wait. That’s so weird. I mean—maybe just like, papercuts.

Daisuke tries to impress you by knowing Anya's protocols.

“Y’know Anya said restocking the syringes goes by alphabetical—oh! You already did it, cool cool cool cool…”

You always respond gently. You treat him like he's more than the intern. And that becomes the most dangerous kindness in the world.

post crash

The ship goes down. Food runs low. Blood pressure runs high.

You're still doing your best. Stitching up broken noses and treating burns with dwindling supplies. Daisuke sees you working double shifts with Anya, barely sleeping, and he wants to help. Wants to be useful to you.

He starts skipping meals to sneak extras onto your tray. Not that you notice—you think it’s Anya. But he does it. Every time. Even the sugar packs. Especially the sugar packs.

Jimmy corners him. Says he needs to get into the medbay. Says Anya was holding out. Swansea isn't stopping it.

Daisuke doesn’t trust Jimmy. He never has. But you—you’re in that medbay. You’re helping. You’d never let something bad happen, right?

He goes anyway. For you. Crawls through a twisted metal tunnel of heat and blood and glass.

And when he gets there, you're not in the medbay. You're not anywhere.

He finds you later, half-buried under rubble near the auxiliary wing. Your hand still clutches mouthwash. You’d tried to treat yourself, despite the high amount of sugar that Anya warned. To no avail, it didn’t work.

He breaks. Quietly. His hand trembles as he lifts your ID badge from your chest. Slips it into his pocket. It still smells like your soap.

“I should’ve stayed with you. I should’ve crawled faster. I should’ve said ‘you’re pretty.’ Just once.”

By the time Swansea finds him,

Daisuke.. is shredded. Glass. Steam burns. Teeth knocked loose. Still clutching your ID badge like a rosary.

He whispers your name as Swansea raises the axe.

“Tell him I—never mind. I'm pretty sure he knows, anyways.”

Swansea doesn’t know what that means. But he chops downward anyway. It's not mercy. It's obligation.

But in Daisuke's last moment, he imagines you smiling at him again.

Jimmy, after for all that he did, stares at his old jacket, bloodstained and melted. The inside pocket still holds your badge.

No one knows what you meant to him.

But he did.

He really did.

[fayes-fics]

NSFW Alphabet for Benedict Bridgerton

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: The A-Z of sexual experiences with Benedict Bridgerton.

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, vaginal sex, sex acts, kink. Mentions of: oral sex (m to f, f to m), cum play, poly/bisexual experiences, sexual fantasies, voyeurism, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, public sex acts, vaginal fingering, breeding kink, dirty talk, masturbation, bondage, breath play, suspension/rope play, object insertion, sex toys, pegging, cock rings, sensory deprivation, blindfolds, sensory play, temperature play, period sex, pregnancy kink.

Authors Note: This is a version of the classic nsfw alphabet challenge. Template available here. I found this lurking in my Google Docs recently. I wrote it two years ago, but I still agree with it all. Enjoy! 🫶

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Benedict is the king of aftercare. As much as this artistic boy loves a bit of kinky play, what he loves even more is cherishing you after a vigorous session. He will cleanse your body, apply balm to any areas that need salving and wrap you in a loving embrace as you float down from your high. He loves to take soothing baths together and unwind with sensual touches and gentle kisses before climbing into bed, your bodies still damp, smelling like soap and radiating warmth from the hot water.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body parts of his own are his talented, artistic hands. Not only does he create beautiful art with them - including a private collection of nudes of you - but he knows exactly how to use his hands to please you. To not only soothe you through gentle touches or massage but also to get you off with his fingers buried deep inside you. 

His favourite body part of yours is your lips. He loves to watch your mouth move as you talk, the little smirks when you are amused, the way you bite your bottom lip when aroused. The way they taste and feel against his lips, and the way they look wrapped around his cock when you are taking him down as far as you can.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

His favourite place for his cum to be is deep inside you. He doesn't have a particular fetish for seeing it on your body, despite being an artist. He would prefer to paint your skin with actual paint. The only exception was when you licked the cum off his fingers after you found him masturbating, and he couldn't stop thinking about it for days. To this day, when he masturbates, he still thinks about it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Benedict is full of surprises. One dirty secret he hasn’t told you yet is that he fantasises about you getting fucked by another man while he watches. There’s only one person he would trust to be intimate with his partner: his older brother, Anthony. One day, he might pluck up the courage to ask if you’re amenable to it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Before meeting you, he had many years of varying levels of sowing his wild oats. His hedonistic nature has drawn him into bohemian crowds, so he has experiences of threesomes and plenty of flings with all genders. He knows what he is doing with the female and male body but is never boastful about it, more enthusiastic about applying the knowledge he has gained and adapting it to your wants and desires.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything where he can watch your face, he loves to see all the little expressions you pull in the throes of ecstasy. So, face-to-face works best. But it doesn't necessarily have to be in a bed. In fact, he quite enjoys it anywhere and has the stamina to hold you up against a wall if you want it. He also loves taking you from behind in front of a mirror so he can see your face, and you can watch yourself being fucked by him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Benedict is a natural comedian and the king of the reactionary goofy face. So yes, humour during intimacy is a natural extension of his fun-loving personality. He loves to make you giggle in bed; after all, naked bodies and the noises they make can be funny, especially during sex. He loves to laugh with you, his nose buried into your neck as his rich laugh vibrates his chest against yours as you share an amusing moment. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

This boy has a beautiful head of chestnut hair but has surprisingly little body hair. You have to really search for the four tiny chest hairs he has. So he doesn't have a lot of hair down there (yes, it matches, with a slight gingery hue). Both modern AU and Regency trim a little to keep it neat—he appreciates the beauty of a well-maintained body.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

This man is an artistic soul and a true romantic to his core. Romance and intimacy are his sweet spots, and he is effortless in both. Depending on his mood, he can be filthy, romantic, funny or sometimes all three at once in the moment. He is always hyper-aware of your needs, intuiting them often before you know yourself. And he is a giver by nature, ensuring your satisfaction as well as his own. He is very loving and caring; he enjoys kissing a lot during sex.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He has a private stash of sketch (and, if modern, artsy photo) nudes of you and will use them to fuel his fantasies if you are apart. But when it comes close to the moment of coming, his eyes are screwed shut as he pictures you panting his name, knees splayed apart, his cock leaking down his own fist. The quintessential masturbating Benedict to me can be found in my fic Temptation, to be honest. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He enjoys powerplay and is a switch to his very core - he can take charge, but he enjoys submitting to you, too. He loves bondage but just light. He loves to tie you up in beautiful silks or his cravats. Either tying your hands together or sometimes to an object like a bedpost. He enjoys it when you tie him up, too, especially if it's with your stockings taken off your warm body, his eyes dilated, and his lips quivering as you tease him and then ride him.

He has a strong exhibitionist streak, and with your permission, he loves to finger you in public, especially during a theatrical or music recital. He loves to watch you try to conceal your reactions from those around you, watching you struggle to come quietly and then discreetly licking his fingers clean afterwards, just to tease you further.

Lastly, he never knew he had a breeding kink until he met you. But now… he wants nothing more than to come deep inside you, hold you down and tell you to take every last drop of his seed. 

L = Location (favourite places to ‘do the do’)

If he's honest, his favourite location is the plush daybed/chaise in the greenhouse he has repurposed as an art studio attached to the side of your home. Sometimes you will be modelling for him, and the urge overtakes him, and you will fuck right then. He loves to take you bent over the arm of the chaise or have you ride him, holding on to the arm of the chaise as he sucks your nipples. If he is working into the night as his muse strikes, he appreciates it when you come to visit him to take him to bed, but you usually end up right on that chaise, Falling asleep looking through the glass roof to the stars. He keeps pillows and blankets stored in a nearby ottoman for just such occasions.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You, really. Especially if you are being playful or just paying him loving attention. He loves good banter sometimes, but mostly, it's the sight of your smiling face and the way your pupils dilate when you look at him that really has him aroused. Especally when you voice your desires–just walk up to him and say you want to fuck and he is instantly putty in your hands and raring to go. The more details you whisper, the more turned-on he gets; he loves when you talk dirty.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

This man is a try-anything-once type of person who isn't quick to judge anything that may occur between consenting adults. He is, however, not into anything that involves inflicting lasting pain (beyond the sting of a good spanking) or drawing blood.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He LOVES oral, both giving and receiving. He will give and not expect reciprocation, but nothing makes him weaker than someone just dropping to their knees before him and taking him in their mouth. He is VERY skilled at oral too. Whoever gets to sit on that pretty face is one lucky person. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

His usual pace tends towards slow and sensual, but sometimes when the need is great in both of you, there is nothing quite like a fast and rough fuck. Just breaking out into an alleyway behind a restaurant, pushing aside underwear and fucking so hard you both carry fingermarks and light abrasions from the wall.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

It's not his preference; he would prefer to indulge time in lovemaking, but he is always amendable, especially if you demand it, like sneaking away during an event. Modern Ben isn’t against climbing into the backseat of the car together and having a round if you just can't wait until you get home. That usually happens when he picks you up tipsy from a girls' night out, and you just can't resist hopping on board.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He is very open and willing to experiment. He will take some risks, yes, but only calculated ones that are consensual with his partner. He is always responsible if he is in a dominant role, if, say, undertaking breathplay or suspension during rope play. He willingly submits, too, loving being a switch. Semi-public sex with the risk you could get caught makes him so desperately horny; he will quietly beg in your ear to take you outside and fuck you against the garden wall mid-party. And you will let him, liking nothing more than his hot breath panting into your ear, your dress rucked up around your hips, as he makes your toes curl with breath-stealing thrusts.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Surprisingly good stamina; he can undoubtedly last as long as you need to be satisfied—every single time. He will need some refractory time between rounds, of course, but you have the ability to arouse him more than anyone else. One memorable night, he kept you up until dawn, eating you out while he recovered from each fucking session, ready to go again as soon as you come screaming on his tongue, ploughing his cock into you while you are still fluttering from your orgasm. You lost your voice that night from all the screaming.  

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

The Regency period was somewhat lacking in sex toys, but he is an inventive boy. He can find a use for many everyday objects in the pursuit of pleasure, including paintbrushes, mahl sticks, and even hairpins. Modern Ben has a few toys but considers them your joint toys as a couple. He will mostly use them on you, but once in a while, he will let you use a vibrating cock ring on him, and occasionally, yes, he will allow himself to be pegged by you with a special dildo just for him. Those days are very special for you, him giving you all his trust and body.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man was born to tease. Be it with filthy words, dirty promises or with his hands and tongue, he loves to drive you insane. One of his favourites is to blindfold you and engage in sensory play, running items like feathers or ice over your skin, teasing your senses until you are writhing and quivering. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is not theatrical, but he does make the most delicious low noises, and he moans so beautifully when you are riding him, his hands clamped around your hips. And, of course, there is LOTS of dirty talk. The man is a poet; he can and will spout knee-trembling filth as easy as breathing. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves to wait until you are so turned on that you are almost shaking before he will enter you. Body quivering, pussy leaking profusely, clinging to him and begging him in a raspy voice. He loves to arouse you to the point of mindlessness, babbling for him, for his cock… then he will grab your hips and thrust into you so deep and hard you cry out, scraping your nails down his back. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

The statue of David made flesh—broad shoulders and a trim waist, strong but lean. He is more lithe and less hirsute than Anthony or Colin. His skin is soft, pale and smattered with some freckles with downy hair on his surprisingly muscular thighs. Even in Regency, he keeps his pubic hair trimmed a touch, just neatly, not excessively. His cock, even unaroused, is appealing to look at. Although you mostly see it raring to go, red at the tip, leaking just a little for you. Not so enormous as to be intimidating but substantial enough in length and girth to make your eyes roll with pleasure when he pushes into you and feel so full when he’s buried in you, never failing to bring you off. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

When you first get together it is intense, barely leaving the bed except to eat and cleanse. But as your relationship evolves, so does the sex. He will have sex every day if you want, but he can go a few days without before he may get a little too horny. He has no fear of sex when you are on your period, so if you are up for it, so is he. If you are apart for a few days, he will masturbate to the private collection of art he has drawn of you. Modern Ben will Facetime you for remote sexy times. When you are pregnant with all of his babies, he is VERY horny for your pregnant body and will have sex all the time, right up until you give birth. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He is out like a light. It’s actually quite endearing. He will get all like a sleepy cat after sex. He will curl into and around you and make little contented noises, then within seconds of kissing and bidding you goodnight, his breathing is deep and even. Luckily he doesn’t snore much at all. You bring him such peace and solace—he just wants you close, in his arms, and he is instantly asleep. 

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★ exes on good terms

☾ sam wilson & james barnes x top m reader

𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘩0𝘵 ⛥ finishing the brunt of something and then leaving it for a long time just to come back and finish the last little bit is my curse

𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 ⛥ 2.40k

cw: pre-TFATWS, face-sitting, riding, bj (reader receiving), insert is kind of secondary character, little corruption kink, jealousy, voyeurism, threesome

You don't know why James still comes to your apartment without warning. You don't know why you still let him, or why you invite him inside, or why you let him eat your food or shower with your water or sleep on your couch.

You don't know why he looks the way he does, hair greasy and wet, almost drowned, eyes down, lips frowning, you don't know anything except that he looks like a kicked puppy.

That just may be why you let him in.

It must also be why you let him wrap his arms around your midriff as you cook for him, for the both of you, as if you're still his.

"You smell good." You hum, stirring a pot of something.

Frankly, he smells like you. He smells like your shampoo and like your conditioner and like your soap. It almost tricks your brain into thinking he's still yours.

"Don't say things like that." Buck grumbles, like he usually does. "That's weird."

You didn't say that when we dated, is what you would say, but you don't want to turn things sour.

You know that in his little head he's pretending that everything's fine and that you're still together; and that saying something, reminding him you're not or even anything about the past, will urge him to run away, like he usually does.

So you remain here, laughing and smiling, "Sure."

Mac and cheese. Not Kraft Dinner, for once, however good the processed and preserved cheese and thin noodles might taste.

No, James deserved something better.

"What did you do today?"

"That's classified."

Between the metal arm and occasional blood smell Bucky gives off (nevermind the fact he was America's number 1 threat a couple years ago), "Yeah, I know. Was worth a try, anyway."

Bucky picks at his dinner. "You've got better small talk."

You roll your eyes, "If not what you did, how did you feel?"

"Hmm." Bucky hums, his eyebrows raised. He's a little surprised at the question, despite it being 'how are you' but like in the past tense. "Lonely, but you knew that."

"Did I?" He stares up at you when you say that, expression full deadpan. "Alright. Yeah, I did."

He huffs a small laugh through his nose and you relish in the fact you at least brought that out from him.

You insist on him sleeping in your bed tonight (with you) but even after all that begging, you're surprised to find him there, body half under the blanket, when you slip out of the shower.

He looks yours.

He's wearing your pajamas he borrowed, he's on your bed, under your covers, cleaned in your shower, filled with your food. He's reading a book, even, which isn't yours, but it is domestic.

"Hey." You whisper almost breathlessly, before you're crawling into bed and into his arms. He always liked being big spoon.

"Hey, you." Bucky puts the book down without a fight. He scoots down to laying, bringing you down with him.

You're leaning your body over his, half on the bed, half on him. Your head lays on his chest, hearing his heartbeat. He's superhuman you think, from all the hints he's given, and yet his heart beats just like yours, soothingly. His hand is in your hair, calloused as it is, it feels great when he runs his fingers through your strands and touches your scalp. You won't get to feel the other hand. It's too cold, he used to say, but at least he's considerate.

He switches off the light.

What is it that makes superheroes attracted to you?

In the morning, someone rings your doorbell while you were making breakfast.

It's Sam—you know, the Falcon? He's got his usual bright smile that never fails to incite a matching one on yours, that morning run sheen over his forehead, and...groceries?

"Hey, sweetheart." He greets, as if he's not knocking on your door unwarned, with groceries you're sure aren't his because he lives far from here.

You don't know why you let Sam show up at your door like this, or why you invite him inside, or why you let him eat your food or shower with your water or sleep on your couch; except today it seems he's paying you back for the food bit.

"Hey yourself–" You greet quickly, before turning to the matter at hand, "what are you doing here?"

"I was in town." Sam puts a foot into your apartment, and you let him. You let him step inside and leave the groceries on the counter and prop his feet up on the table—not that he does that last thing. "Thought I'd pay you a visit. You still like Kit Kats?"

When you check the groceries, lo and behold, there's the Kit Kats that you like. It seems he remembers a lot more than that, like your favorite cheese, favorite chips, favorite brand of instant coffee, and more.

"Yep, I do." You let out a small laugh. "Thank you. Hey, let me repay you."

"Oh, nuh-uh." Sam raises his arms, rounds the breakfast bar and leans against it so he can put some distance between you and your wallet. "I'm not taking any of your money, y'understand? You can pay me back with those pancakes you've got piled up."

When he actually really looks at them, he realizes that's not a serving for one. His eyebrows furrow before his face lights up again, "Shit, you got a boo around or something? I didn't mean to intrude."

"No!" You're quick to interject, "No, just a friend. No worries, I'll make you some pancakes."

"Thanks." Sam seems to deflate–physically and emotionally–with relief. "Where is he–or she, sorry, they?"

"Sleeping in."

"Alright." He accepts easily. He must've lost the knowledge that you don't have a guest bed.

"How've you been?" You ask, turning your back to him to prepare more breakfast.

You don't have to see him anyway to imagine all of the emotions and expressions on his face. "Peachy. You know, saving the world. Getting called out or stopped on the street for an autograph or a picture. The usual."

"Make sure the world knows you don't live here." You chuckle, "Lord knows the amount of fan mail I got when you were around frequently."

Sam laughs too. "Imagine me now."

Mm, there goes your streak of luck. Just as Bucky struts in, in all his bed hair, sleepy head, pretty face glory, Sam's face turns sour. Bucky, too, sobers up.

"Is that who you're calling your friend?" Sam raises a brow, leaning back in his chair.

"Sam? What are you doing here?" Bucky crosses his arms.

You immediately turn off the heat on the stove, knowing that this is going to be a long ride.

See...you never really told them you dated the other? It never really came up, or rather, you shouldn't take to your partner about your exes.

James came first, so of course there was no telling that you'd date Sam later on. He broke up with you because of his whole Winter Soldier you're-in-danger-if-you-stay-with-me thing, which, though heartbreaking, was understandable coming from a superhero dating a civie.

Sam came after, but he had whisked you so entirely into his world and his charm that you'd forgotten the soft relationship you had with Bucky. He broke up with you because he had to be around the world doing this and that; he was always busy, and he didn't want you to deal with that.

Also, the beef between the Winter Soldier and the Falcon isn't exactly well-known.

Jealous, that's what they are. It's clear in their eyes, in the way they bore holes into the others' faces.

"I should...say something," before the two of you blow lasers through my ceiling, with how hard you stare at each other, "you guys are my exes."

"Exes." Sam mirrors. "Plural."

"You dated this guy?" Bucky asks, like the mere thought of it is repulsive.

"Who you calling "this guy"? We have history, Buck. You talk about history with names, Sergeant Barnes." Sam stands tall and proud in front of Bucky, very nearly chest to chest, demanding respect.

"Sergeant? So should I call you what you will be, in history?" Bucky doesn't back down. "The man who gave up his shield?"

"Don't bring that up, man. This is not about that. This is about you dating my–" Sam cuts himself off. What are you, now?

"Your what?" Bucky hisses back. "Because he sure as hell isn't your boyfriend."

Sam regains his courage, "Well he sure as hell ain't yours, either."

Bucky turns his head towards you, slowly. In a snap, Sam does the same. You can't possibly discern the thoughts of the two men before you, except that they're angry. You're just not sure if they're angry at you too.

"This is where we're supposed to call you a lying, cheating bastard." Sam says.

Despite being angry at each other right now, and generally inamicable at all times, Sam and Bucky have synergy. Right now, they're realizing that you're the common factor in this equation.

You're not a liar, not a cheater, and not a bastard. Just an omitter, a bad communicator.

A man worthy of insulting, by all means.

Or a man worthy of worship, someway, somehow.

Sam's tongue licks hot into your mouth, against your tongue, on your lips. He kisses with a fervor, like today is the last day of his life. He's a man of passion, and he makes sure to show that he is passionate for you.

Bucky's tongue, by contrast, is licking up the side of your length, shoved deep into his throat. He takes it slow, despite the filth of it; the filth of how easy it is to slide right down his throat. His lack of gag reflex means he can take you any time, any day, and his love for you makes it hard not to.

Sam's holding your jaw, forcing your head to turn for him. Standing behind you and the couch, he almost seems to be taking your sight away from the other man on his knees at your feet.

Because if there's something Sam is, it isn't the other man.

James knows, unlike Sam, that you don't need the sight of him to feel the pleasure he brings. How does he know this?

Well, the only way Sam can have his way with you is with your mouth open, and Bucky can hear what keeps it open.

On your part, well, there's only so much yearning a man can take. Cuddling with your ex is one thing, receiving gifts from your ex is another. Both give you the hots for them—a cozy, warm feeling, initially, but it feels like your blood is boiling now, in a good way.

Sam's kisses give you an outlet for your passion and lust. It allows you to kiss back, show some fervor of your own, do something with the adrenaline that burns through your veins from Bucky's...

"Shit, Buck."

He feels so good around you. His throat is tight and wet and hot and so goddamn like the first time that it reminds you that you taught him, trained him; and God, that means his throat is practically made for you.

He doesn't bob his head. It doesn't feel like that. It feels like a glide, something elegant, even. You can't appreciate that at the front of your mind, but your subconscious is glad that, though you're being stimulated top and bottom, Buck's going easy.

He's going easy on you. God...

If this is easy—no, you know how it is when he goes down hard. It's good too, but you can't complain about the pleasure and how you can thrust (lightly) right into his mouth and he won't complain.

And Sam's having none of it.

That's why he takes charge, this time. He takes your cock. Nevermind the fact Bucky's saliva is all over it, it's his now, and he's not going to let Bucky have any of it.

...nevermind the fact Bucky's saliva is in him now. No, nevermind that.

Sam doesn't make up for a lack of anything. He's a plus, a surplus, rolling his hips nice and rough and down into you. He doesn't let it be consistent. He shocks you, bouncing sometimes, lifting up and lets his weight do the work for him.

He's good at it, and it's a fact he knows.

And it's all about focus, isn't it?

James knows it. He knows it so well. So what better way to steal the show than to sit on your face?

It's killing two birds with one stone—steal his man's attention, get pleasure out of it.

Bucky rocks his hips too. Except it's gentle, his way, and Sam's pace gets more and more angry. He's rougher with it, faster with it, less controlled. You feel it thoroughly, his efforts around your dick, and you moan out your approval of it; but it gets swallowed straight into Bucky's hole.

He tastes so sweet, damn near sweeter than he used to be. It's missing him, you think. Something about build up. He probably hasn't had anyone since you.

At least, not in this way. No, you're probably the only man he's ever had. You can only moan about that little fact in your head.

Sam grits his teeth, doubles his efforts till his body positively shakes, but no name will come from your lips. Not with Bucky keeping your tongue preoccupied.

That damn bastard.

He can't even see your face right now. He can only see Bucky's backside, his broad shoulders, the evidence of his strong, heaving chest.

...he can only see his thick thighs, covered in hairs, and his hole's probably hairy too. He can't take a peak of it, but he doesn't even need to peak to see his cheeks. Round, full...

There's more to this, isn't there?

It's kind of...it's arousing to look at. Sam won't admit it in voice, but he'll admit it in his head.

James is a good looking man, and he sounds just as good. He's sat on that face before, used that tongue before, he knows how good you give. The soft moans James lets out are tame in comparison.

Fuck James Bucky Barnes, but fuck him good. Sam could get used to this sight.

[slightly-knot-insane]

can you do himbo orange cat bf smut?

Cats (Don't) Like It Wet

[ himbo orange cat hybrid x fem!reader ]

a/n: he's not so much of a himbo here, sorry sorry 😅 content: dirty talk, degradation, fingering, p i v

Your boyfriend can understand taking a quick shower. He's a cat hybrid after all, and cats are very clean and showers are necessary. But why would you enter a bathtub full of water and soak inside for an hour? It doesn't make any sense.

"What takes her so long?" He grows increasingly impatient this time so he decides to join you. Without knocking, of course, because why would he.

You are blissfully submerged in your hot water, soaping your shoulder, when your boyfriend barges in and looms over you, his ears twitching in irritation.

"What," you say with a raised an eyebrow.

He crosses his arms and his eyes dart around the bathroom. "You... were there too long. It's not good for... your health."

With his back as straight as an arrow, he sits on the edge of the bathtub, his back turned toward you. His orange tail is tucked under his ass, not to touch the water or the bubbles.

"What are you talking about?" you ask him and chuckle. "Are you... Are you sulking I'm taking a bath? Why don't you join me, you dirty cat?"

"Me? Dirty?" He turns to you and snarls, showing his sharp teeth, his orange hair raising. "I took a shower this morning!"

You flick your fingers and splash his face with a few droplets of water, and his eyes bulge. "You did not just—" but he never manages to finish the sentence. In the attempt to intimidate you, he bends down, but even his keen cat senses aren't good enough for soapy bathtub rim. His arm slips, and he falls backwards, his legs flying up helplessly.

It took you a while to stop laughing and your cat boyfriend didn't accept that lightly.

"Are you done?" he asks sitting in the bathtub across from you, completely wet, pouting.

You slide forward to lie on top of him and he looks at you with interest. "Rub my back. I will unplug the bathtub and, as soon as it drains, we get out and I'll let you do to me whatever you want."

Your boyfriend's eyes dilate and you know he forgot all about pouting now. "Deal!"

You turn around, remove the plug, and sit on his still clothed lap so that he could massage your shoulders. Of course, he uses this opportunity to rub your soft and soapy breasts and nib at the nape of your neck. Soon he gets bored and you feel his boner pushing against your plump ass. "How much longer? I want you."

What he doesn't know is that you pressed your foot over the drain to stop the water from flowing out too fast. You just love getting massages and back rubs. And having long and relaxing baths with your partners. "Mmmm. Soon," you hum with your eyes closed.

"Hey!" he shrieks. Oh damn. He figured it out. "You cheated!" He pulls you toward himself and your feet go up. The betraying 'plop' is too obvious and you can't lie anymore. The water is now quickly draining underneath your bodies.

"You little naughty mouse", he says, and a dangerous purr vibrates around his every syllable. His clawed hand is now squeezing your tit mercilessly, as he pushes the other between your legs, easily squirming one finger between your folds. You are not only wet from the water now.

His purr reaches hungry lows, and he positions your knees over the bathtub rim, opening you up for his finger to prod inside you and extract a whimper from you. "I'll make you dirty again. I'll get you all sweaty and soiled again."

His lean body wriggles underneath you and you feel his cock against your entrance. "Put it inside, you slut. I know you want it. I know you want to feel it stretch you."

Of course you do. With a trembling hand you position the tip inside your entrance and moan loudly when he pushes his hips upward to insert his cock deeper. "Now ride it, slut," he orders you.

With a first roll of your hips you feel the tip hitting your g-spot just right. "Aaah... yes..." you moan, grabbing the bathtub rim for support, while your cat boyfriend lovingly bites your neck and pinches your nipples. You get so close so fast and he notices it.

"Already? You are such a whore. You love my cock, don't you?"

"Yes," you whimper while bucking your hips fast, chasing that release.

"I really want to get out of these wet clothes so I'll let you cum now." He slowly slides his two fingers against your clit. "But then I'm taking you to our warm bedroom and fucking your pussy until its all nice and creamy and dripping."

Listening to him purring next to your ear, saying lewd things, and feeling his long fingers rubbing your swollen clit lights up your nerves. The urge pulsating inside your cunt compresses and almost pains you until it explodes and releases the most beautiful sensation there is.

"I got you, I got you," your boyfriend whispers, holding you, watching your legs tremble, the sweetest screams filling his ears. His cock is out of you, twitching, all red and close to its own climax. He grabs it and, fueled with your beautiful full-body orgasm, quickly shoots his load all over your belly and pulsating cunt.

It takes you two a minute to catch your breaths and, while you kiss, he slowly smears his cum all over your body and face. "There," he says with a devilish smirk. "Who's dirty now?"

[lyneira]

♤ cleansing rituals ♤

SMUT - MDNI

-> shower sex, feat. jing yuan, gepard, dan heng, and sampo (separate) x fem!reader

JING YUAN

- Definitely a fan of doing it in the tub where you can just sit on his lap, enjoying the feeling of your weight down on him and feeling your body pressed against his

- He'll touch you down there and he'll know when you're needy so he'll let his cock head poke at your folds, you'll then bounce on it

- He'll let his cock head rub up and down your folds as he feels you squirm in his lap, practically begging him for friction and begging him to insert himself inside you already.

He'll then spin you around to face him where he can look at you as you ride him, and he'll be kissing you. Breasts pressing up against his chest and your rock your hips back and forth, causing the water to slosh around

- bathing with him will take hours just because he loves having you sit on his lap as the warm water envelops your body. It's such a cozy and warm feeling for him

SAMPO

- He's the type to let himself in as you take a shower, whether you invited him in or not

- He particularly enjoys shower sex for the reason that it doesn't take too long to get himself inside of you, everything's already naturally wet.

- Your wet bodies pressed up against each other is particularly sexy to him, and likes pressing you up the shower glass, especially to enjoy seeing the way your boobs are pressed against it in the mirror.

- Most definitely will fuck you standing up while carrying you too because he has full confidence in himself that he won't let either of you slip.

- And it would show in the way his hands were firmly gripped at your thighs and his stance was firm with his feet pressing into the shower mat

- You know Sampo, he'll always give you the short end of the stick. Despite how much he loves shower sex, he'll be a brat and pull out before you could reach your high, and will insist on finishing on the bed.

- He'd do this to rile you up and to have your sex sessions be longer. Plus, you two would have the time to actually wash yourselves, he'd probably say in defense.

- But all of this is part of his master plan because after you two make love in bed, you two will end up full of sweat and each other's essence that he would also insist on taking a shower together again.

And so the cycle repeats ;)

GEPARD

- I think he'd initially be shy to join you as you cleansed yourself, not wanting to intrude on your privacy. But things change when you invite him to come into the tub with you

- He'll want to wash you, he'll want to pamper you, and he'll kiss your collarbone and every patch of skin that's exposed while he's at it.

- When he positions himself on top of you, slowly inserting his dick into you and starts fucking you, he'll be conscious of how much the water was sloshing around, afraid that it'll make a mess

But none of that will matter once he's approaching his high. He'll grab on to the sides of the tub to stabilize himself as he'll begin to pick up the pace and erratically ram himself into you, getting close to his orgasm.

And once he finally hits it, he'll lay exhausted on top of you, embracing you by your waist with one arm and slowly stroking your head with the other.

- He'll likely apologize for the mess and says he'll clean it up in a bit, but for now, he just wants to rest in your arms.

DAN HENG

- Washing with Dan heng will be very intimate as well.

- he'll take his time with rubbing the soap on you, and with his other hand, he'll gently trace the soap suds left on your skin, rubbing it up and down, feeling how slick it is while continuing to memorize the shape of your body under his hand

- but he'll also often just want to hold you as you feel the water droplets hit your heads under the shower

- Tbh, he'd join you just to undergo such an intimate act of cleansing one another without even intentions of having sex, but won't mind at all if it ends up escalating further than that

- he'd enjoy the steam coming from the shower as it makes you two hotter and wet. It was like an external representation of what was happening inside both of you, after all.

- as you embrace each other, neither of you can't help but rub up against each other, feeling the way your hips grind against one another's

- and this all would lead to him, rubbing his dick in between your thighs, getting harder with each second, before finally inserting himself into you.

- he'd fuck you standing up, holding you against the wet tiles of the shower wall, while bringing one of your legs up to wrap around his waist

- when you two eventually reach your orgasms, you'd go back to what you both initially intended to do, which was to wash each other.

a/n: I've had this in my drafts since even before Blade was released LOL. I'm thinking of making a part ii for the other male characters, though I haven't gone so far in the game yet to know them enough. Would y'all want a part ii? Lmk 👀

© 2023 lyneira. PLEASE DO NOT COPY, PLAGIARIZE, OR REPOST MY WRITING ONTO OTHER PLATFORMS

[ixloom819]

The Other Woman

I've had this idea for a while - basically, MC meets Non!MC Reader in between Caleb leaving for flight school/DAA/FSF/whatever and the main story and we become MC's bi awakening and her first (because why are we limited to the LIs? Why can’t we take a crack at MC?). This is a scenario where MC is on a date with one of the lads, we meet her again, and openly tease/flirt with her while hinting at our history (this ended up being more of an OC than a self-insert; sry about that) Hopefully I portray the guys' reaction well...

Zayne:

He's chill about meeting an old friend of hers. He acts normal, polite, if a bit stoic.

Is he surprised to learn that she had a lover? A bit, but it makes sense and he doesn't think much of it.

He is a bit surprised to learn that she's bi, but he doesn't show it. He wants to make sure she knows that he accepts her for who she is, even if she wasn't ready to tell him yet.

It's only when you're openly flirting with her that he finds a moment to cut in with something like "I apologize for interrupting, but we have plans today".

You'll look at them as if just connecting the dots (you know but you like being a little troll) and are like "Oh are you guys together?"

You gush about how cute they look together and how happy you are for them, then add a little "She's a lot of fun in bed" comment.

While she's blushing like a madman, Zayne's only indication of your comment is a slight increase in pressure on wherever he's holding her.

He's still polite enough to either wait for an opening to leave or create an opportunity.

"I'm really sorry about her, Zayne." "It's alright. I'd just prefer if she weren't so... brazen."

If you see each other again, he'll still be polite, but he may give you a pointed stare if you talk inappropriately.

Xavier:

He doesn't think much about it at first. She has plenty of girlfriends at work after all. It's only as you get more openly flirtatious that he starts feeling uneasy.

When you drop the fact that you used to date her, he's blown away. He won't make a huge deal out of it, but he's freaking out inside. She likes girls, too? And you used to date? He's even less happy that it seems you broke up amicably.

Silently fuming as you flirt with her. Doing his very best to excuse you, but you catch onto him and trail along. Think Charlie, but twice as bad.

When you casually drop the fact that you were her first, oh, he's done. His fight or flight instincts kick in, and he teleports away with her, leaving you to chuckle at your mischief.

They have a long night as Xavier reminds her who she's with now.

His possessiveness goes out of control now that he knows he has to compete with girls, too. Even female coworkers suddenly find themselves getting the cold shoulder (MC is cursing our existence rn).

She has to be the one to keep him away from you, otherwise, it will end in a fight.

Rafayel:

At first he’s chill about meeting someone from her past.

But as the conversation goes on and things are slowly revealed, his head is whipping back and forth between the two of you like he’s watching a soap opera.

Once he feels confident enough about his assumption, he’ll interrupt with “YOU’RE GAY??!!!?!”

Goes on a rant about how she’s lied to him, betrayed him, kept a huge secret, etc. He makes sure he’s over the top even for him so she knows he’s not actually upset.

The two of you watch him, her with exasperation, you with amusement. When it seems like he’s dying down, you lean over to her and loudly whisper, “Imagine if he found out we slept together.”

He goes still. Then calmly, a complete 180 from how he was before, he’ll walk up to her-

-and throw her over his shoulder, running away and hollering about how he won’t let you corrupt his bodyguard while she’s demanding he put her down. You’re bursting out laughing the whole time.

You get together with him quite often, and you two become good friends. You feed off each other’s energy well - he’s the sassmaster and you’re the instigator.

“A match made in hell,” she’ll tease. “I think it says something that you dated us both then, darling.”

Sylus:

You cannot catch this man bothered. He just treats this with his usual amusement.

It’s not like he didn’t think she never had any other relationships, it’s more like he didn’t consider it. But he’s confident at where he was with her.

He also wasn’t expecting her to be bi; it wasn’t something he considered in either life. But he certainly isn’t judging. He’ll love her no matter what.

I can imagine him leaning towards her ear and saying something like “You have quite the interesting friend, kitten.”

You snort. “Kitten, really? That’s what he’s calling you? I guess he doesn’t know what you like to be called in bed, huh?”

Rather than get angry, he’s intrigued. Especially since she looks so embarrassed. “Really? Please, do tell.”

You and Sylus end up getting along for the sole reason of embarrassing and flustering her. You’ll say things so raunchy until she either turns into a tomato or runs away.

Caleb:

He’s already semi-hostile towards you. A friend of hers that he doesn’t know? Immediately sus.

When he puts together that you two dated? Obviously he’s devastated that he isn’t her first relationship.

But he’s also having an existential crisis as a lot of things from their childhood are suddenly getting reshaped.

She obviously told you about the childhood friend she grew up with, so when you figure out they’re dating? Oh it’s over for them.

“Really? You’re dating your ‘gege’? How naughty~ Then again, we got into some naughty stuff, didn’t we?” Oh Caleb is struggling.

Now I headcanon him to be a good people reader, particularly when he was in school. So he can tell you’re just doing this to mess with him and you’re not actually a threat.

But you’re someone intimate from her past that he never knew about. You’re basically rubbing it in his face and he is definitely fighting demons not to give you a few love taps with his right hand like the possessive man he is.

He barely waits for a marginally polite excuse before excusing you and moving on.

Definitely devotes some surveillance gear to making sure you never run into him or her again.