#so i just tried more and more and more to press myself into a mold without ever really caring what i liked. or thought

[pizzapizzadickz]

I often times find myself wondering when interacting with people "am I doing this right?'"

It used to be even more often, I probably was really anxious about it back then. Now... not so much? I still find myself worrying a bit. And especially trying to find the correct "answer" or action to say or do. But. It's not really by any fault of my own. It's just what's expected of me in social situations doesn't always come naturally. So I'm awkward. But idk. While I'll always probably try to find the right answer for things, I'm a bit less worried than I used to be. And I suppose that's something good in a way.

[mrsoharaa]

because i was inspired by a tiktok lol

You and Miguel get into a silly little argument before getting ready for bed. After finishing up your nightly facial routine, you crawl yourself into your shared bed. Pulling the comforting sheets over your body with slight assertiveness and aggression, wishing nothing but the pure serenity and peace slumber that was calling to you.

Exhaling one last huff, you felt the bed dip and creak on the opposite side of your own. Overwhelming heat basking off from his looming body, searing breaths prickling over the shell of your ear as wide, large hands gently caress the mount of your covered hips.

You were still angry with him, wanted nothing more but to forget the dumb argument and drift off into a sweet, sweet trance. To numb all of your senses and irrational plundering thoughts.

But一 Miguel was making it that much harder to simply forget.

His lingering touch always made you mold beneath his comforting, torrid graze. Soft, low whispers of feeble apologies in his Spanish tongue and cute pet names always tugging profusely at your conflicted heart.

No, you shouldn't give in. You were mad at him and he needs to know that.

Stand your ground.

Don't give in.

You try your absolute best to compose yourself into giving in to his subtle attempts of wooing you to his luring charm. You could still tell he was still on edge by the tensity in his muscles and heavy breaths, but the fact that he was derailing his pride and ego just to sincerely apologize and get closer to you made you question your own prideful distributions.

You tried.

But the moment his lips were seamed against your ear lobe, hands wrapping around your body to pull you back into his towering frame as he draws delicate shapes amongst the thick sheet shielding your cute belly一 all sense of pride and determination immediately deteriorated from your puttied mind.

"Lo siento mucho, mi amor... No quise decir nada de lo que dije antes...." he whispers huskily into your ear, feeling your body intensely tense under his grasp. He kisses the outskirt of your ringing ear, tenderly. ("I'm so sorry, my love… I didn't mean anything I said before...")

"let me hold you...I just want to hold you, hermosa" he clings onto you more desperately, strong arms tugging you much closer into his firm chest as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. Warm breaths permeating into your warm flesh.

Instantly, you turn over to face him, cup his face and push your lips onto his with such vigor and passion. The taste of his full, sweet lips melding with yours blinding your petty decisions and tampered with your heart and mind.

Your fingers softly caress the solidity of his jaw, pressing your body into his as you hum lowly against his addicting, silken lips. Feeling him immediately, promptly follow your lead, you carefully pull away to take a breath. Allowing him to do the same, but with a tinge of distraught and dejection craning to his hefty breath.

Lidded large, round eyes of mocha following your every motion, finally connecting with your own wandering eyes.

"How can I stay mad at you when you talk to me like that, Miguel?...god, I hate that you have that sort of power over me" you breathe heavily, ghosting your lips just centimeters away from his as you feel the pads of his fingers slip into the sheeted cover and onto the bare of your torrid skin. Your own digits subtly grazing over his warm cheeks.

He gently places his forehead against yours, delicately tugs at your hips and inches closer to your lips.

"I could say the same thing about you, cariño..." he whisks mindfully.

"Just let me embrace you...I want to wrap myself around you and hold you...let me love you like you deserve, mi corazón"

[jobean12-blog]

Make You Mine

Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader (Friends to lovers)

Word Count: 930

Summary: You and Joel have been friends for some time and when he comes to rescue you from a shitty situation all the tension that's been building comes to a head and he takes you home to make you his.

Author's Note: This is a stand alone story but thank you to the lovely @casa-boiardi I wrote a little something for what happens when they get home❤️You don't have to read Where You Belong first but of course you can if you want 🥰All these new pics of Pedro filming have been driving me crazy- in the best way-so yummy! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: soft sweetness mixed in with all the yummy, he can't get enough and you can't either, fingering, oral (f rec), p in v

Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist

The door to your house swings open with the force of his push and when he slams it shut he pins you against it, his breathing harsh and heavy as his fingers trace the curve of your jaw.

“I want to go slow,” he rasps, pressing closer. “I want to touch you everywhere, taste you everywhere…”

His free hand rests along the door just above your head, fingers fisted and pressing into the wood as he fights to control himself.

With his name falling from your lips in a whispered plea you drag your hands down his soaked shirt and dig your fingers into the waistband of his jeans.

The rain still falls outside and you’re both drenched, your clothes sticking to your skin. You stay like that for several moments, pressed together with lips hovering just an inch apart.

“Sweetheart,” he groans. “Fuck.”

The words have barely left his lips before he kisses you, dropping his hand from the door and taking you in his arms. He can’t get you close enough and you can feel the temptation in every part of his body, muscles tense as he traces each of your curves.

“I want to go slow…” he says again, maybe to remind himself, or you, before he rolls his hips, and whispers, “but I don’t think I can control myself.”

“Don’t,” you answer, matching his movements and working hard to pull the wet shirt from his body.

He gets the message and releases you just enough to haul if off. His jeans hang low, molded to his thick thighs and your fingers fall to the button, working it open quickly.

When the denim hangs loose, revealing more of his dark trail of hair, you lick your lips and try to tug them down further but they cling to his wet skin.

He hisses out your name when you reach between his legs but tries to focus on tugging the straps of your dress from your shoulders.

Thick fingers fumble for the zipper at your back, finally grabbing hold of the small piece of metal and pulling it down slowly. He steps back from the door and takes you with him, watching intently as he peels the dress from your body.

It looks as if he wants to say something but instead he hauls you possessively back into his arms and kisses you, his lips soft despite the scraping of his beard. His large hand splays at the small of your back, sweeping upward until he cups the back of your neck and tilts your head to deepen the kiss.

Your back hits the door again and you moan into his mouth, still desperately trying to get his jeans over his thighs but he falls to his knees, taking your panties down with him. He looks up at you, his dark hair even more tousled, the ends drying and curling more than usual. The curls frame his face, flushed and eager.

“Just a taste sweetheart. I need it.”

Your fingers thread through his hair and when he rests your leg over his shoulder your knees almost buckle. His kisses are soft as they move along your calf then to your inner thigh and tease you with every inch that brings him closer.

His eyes close for the briefest second and his nose bumps your clit, so light, but the sensation makes your entire body react. His inhale is long and deep and hums with satisfaction.

“Oh my god, Joel.”

The swipe of his tongue is just a tease at first, light flicks that drive you wild and have you begging for more. When you can’t take it any longer you give his hair a sharp tug and he pushes his tongue deeper to taste you, working you over like a man so consumed he can’t do anything else.

His rough beard drags along your delicate skin and his fingers glide up your leg, gathering the wetness between them.

“Yes, yes, please,” you chant, rolling your hips.

He pushes one finger inside you, then another, groaning when he feels you squeeze around them. Your legs start to shake and you pull his face closer.

“That’s it sweetheart,” he murmurs, “show me how much you love my face buried between your legs.”

When he sucks your clit between his lips it sends you over the edge, the rush of pleasure overwhelming and his name the only thing you can remember.

He stands slowly, kissing along every inch of you until he’s upright and holds you in his arms, giving you time to catch your breath. His shoulders feel so strong under your palms and you press your lips to his neck, feeling the wild beat of his pulse.

His eyes meet yours and he takes your face between his hands.

“Joel,” you whisper, gently bumping your nose to his. “Joel, I want you inside me. Make me yours.”

The heat in his gaze matches the burn of your skin and he reaches for his jeans, grasping and pulling until they’re down at his ankles. He settles against you, hard and thick but his touch is soft and reverent with every kiss and sweep of his fingers.

He fills you slowly, holding your stare before he’s fully seated, the breath rushing out of your lungs. Then he kisses you, stealing your breath even more and whispering against your lips, “how the fuck do you do it, sweetheart?”

“Do what?” you gasp.

“Taste even sweeter now that I know you’re mine.”  

And you want to be his, more than your next breath.

@lorilane33 @kmc1989 @lizette50 @hiddles-rose @littleseasiren

[impishjesters]

Rambley x Homeless!Reader (SFW)

relationship: can be read platonically or romantically notes: the reader has no gender or pronouns used. Rambley might comes off sounding a little protective/yandere, it's entirely up to you if he's just being protective or a yandere. A/N: There's not much to work with for Rambley content but I had this little idea and it's been eating away at me so I tried to write a bit of it. I might work on the main story itself just for myself for shits and giggles.

Rambley always hates it when you leave the park. He knows you don’t have a choice, the park no longer has food and anything that had been left behind has long since molded. So he knows there’s nothing he can do about it, you’re only human after all.

It’s been forty minutes since you left, forty long minutes since Rambley saw you off at the furthest screen he could reach by the entrance. He prattled on about strangers, avoiding sketchy-looking areas, the whole spiel as if you hadn’t been surviving on your own all these years before finally taking up a home in the abandoned Indigo Park.

A whole hour and a half passed before Rambley picked up movement at the entrance, quickly flicking to life on the screen, face mushed against the screen. He saw you carrying an armful of plastic shopping bags—and most importantly you looked unharmed.

You spot Rambley awaiting you on the screen and approach him excitedly, showing the bags of your latest outing. “I scored some good stuff!”Rambley pressed his face further into the screen, his face a mix of worry and relief all in one. “You’ve been gone for one hour and thirty-two minutes!” He leaned away from the screen but kept his hands on the edges of the screen. If he could shake the monitor you know he would. “I’ve been worried sick! What if something happened to you? I-I can’t help you if that happens!”

Although it’s not uncommon for Rambley to have a little freak out every time you leave Indigo Park, this was a little more than his usual freakout. A brief look of worry washes over you as you step away and further into the park, missing Rambley’s expression as he frantically follows to a different screen as you head straight for one of the screens more at your height in the shop.

“Hey, Rambley it’s okay! I’m okay.” You set the bags on the ground and give him a little spin around, showing you were completely unharmed. “I’m sorry for taking longer than my usual hour.”

Rambley’s eyes flick around the screen as he examines you, his ears pressed flat before he determines you don’t look more messy than normal. “Okay…” His mood completely shifts, ears perk, and eyes curious. “So whatcha get?!” Surely you got good stuff if it took an extra thirty-two minutes and forty-three seconds to get.”

Turning away from him you roll your eyes and lift the bags up, setting them on the nearby counter. “The first aid kits here still have bandages but any ointments are expired, so I managed to get some antibacterial ointment and a little bottle of iodine.”

The raccoon oo’s and ah’s each item you pull out, chin resting on his little paws with fascination and curiosity.

“The lady was also really nice and gave me a discount for the toiletries.” You placed down two bottles, one of shampoo and another of conditioner, as well as two cheaply wrapped bars of soap. It’d probably feel like shit on your skin but the scent was okay and it beat staying covered in filth all the time.

Beggers can’t be choosers after all.

His nose twitched slightly when he saw the soap bars, he couldn’t smell it but he just had an inkling those little bars held a cheap perfume smell to them. Stinky.

You show him a cheap little sewing kit with some thread to fix up your old clothes, a bottle of pain meds and two cheap washcloths. Rambley eyes another bag behind you that seemed far more full than this bag had been.

“What about that bag?” He pokes the screen and you look at the bag he’s pointing at before abandoning the items in your hand with excitement.

“Ah!” The bag rips slightly as you pull it across the countertop and open it up. “The lady also gave me a really good deal for these cans, they’re all dented but otherwise completely fine.”

You hold one of the dented cans up for him to see and his face scrunched up. “Is that safe to eat still? It’s not damaged?”

“It’s not opened and that’s all I care about.” You shrug your shoulder and start taking the cans out of the bag, rattling off the various canned goodies.

Rambley’s face shifts through each food you list off, some with curiosity and some with disgust. Thank god he can’t eat, some of those sound awful! When you’re finished showing him the cans he exhales and watches you from his usual position on screen.

“Well, I’m glad you got a lucky haul!” He shrinks a little on-screen and fidgets with his hands. “So… this means you won’t have to leave the park for a few days at least, yeah?”

After you finish checking over that you weren’t missing anything you hum in thought. “I should be good for a little bit yeah, I still have the rest of my stuff.” You glance over at the pile of things Rambley kept safe for you when you were gone, making sure it was still there.

Of course, it was, nobody but you had been dumb enough to break into the park and wander around. In hindsight you’re very grateful that you did, it led you to Rambley, which led to having a consistent place to sleep, a home.

“Oh goodie!” Rambley danced on the screen before flicking to one of the much larger screens. “How about you put that all away and tell me about all the things you saw? Don’t leave any details out!”You tuck your new belongings with your old ones and make yourself comfortable at the counter, not sparing a detail as you recount your trip into the city.

[heeliopheelia]

"you're so obsessed with me" (heeseung x fem! reader)

genre: smut word count: 0.8k requested by nonnie ♡

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, let me know if i missed anything!!

a/n: so, following the crowd's request, here we go with a smut tonight!! like i said before i've written two more drabbles today so tomorrow i'll probably do a double update for the event 💜

You let out a small laugh, stumbling over your own feet as Heeseung pushes on you with his entire body, walking you backwards until your knees hit the couch and the both of you tumble down on the soft fabric.

"Fuck, couldn't wait to finally get you all to myself," he mumbles, lips nipping and licking at your neck as his hands hastily tug on the waistband of your jeans.

You giggle again, lifting your hips from the couch to make the task of undressing you a little easier for him. "You really can't keep your hands to yourself for more than two hours, you weirdo." Your pants are laying on the floor now as his fingers move to unbutton his own pair. "You're so obsessed with me."

"You know I am, baby," he doesn't even try to protest, leaning down to kiss your lips hungrily as he positions himself above you. "Been crazy over you ever since I've first laid my eyes on you. Tell me something I don't already know."

You whine into his lips when his slim fingers press onto your tingling heat, swiping them through your folds. He breaks the kiss again, a mocking smile displayed on his pretty lips as he reaches his hand up for you to see the wetness dripping down his palm.

"Looks like someone was just as eager as me," he teases and you roll your eyes, pulling on his shoulders.

"Just get to it already, will you?"

He leans down, molding your lips in a wet kiss before pulling away with a grin. "As you wish. Wouldn't want to keep my girl waiting."

Loud moans echo through the walls of your empty living room as he pushes himself inside you, fingers rubbing your clit to help you with easing the burn of being stretched out with his length. You close your eyes as the bliss starts flowing down your body inch by inch, filling you up until you're almost completely surrendered to his touch. He snaps his hips into yours, arm stretched out next to your head as the other one grips your thigh, lifting it up until it's hooked over his waist.

"You're taking me so well, baby," he says, licking down your arched neck.

His own neck starts glistening with a thin layer of sweat, the humidity in the room not helping with calming the burning desire growing inside the both of you. The panting and the quiet moaning quickly becomes the only sound ringing in your head. You reach your hands up, holding onto his arms as he thrusts into you one by one, head lolling backwards until you're watching the ceiling through your blurry eyes.

When a sharper thrust rocks your body deeper into the couch, you let out a loud whine, hands clenching on his shoulders more desperately. Heeseung growls lowly in his throat. "Shit, you sound so fucking good. Always makes the prettiest moans for me."

His breathless voice sounds so alluring to you, you can't help but clench around him, nearly making him entirely lose his cool. With a focused frown on his handsome face, his jaw clenches as he ruts his cock into you, impatiently wanting to bring you to your high. The feeling of his weight on top of you makes breathing a little harder but you don't mind it the slightest bit as you even find yourself tugging on his arms to pull him nearly flush to your body.

The feeling of him throbbing inside of you is enough to push you to your climax and you come with a cry of his name loud on your lips. He drops his head down, breathing unevenly as he tries to follow your lead and finish. You lift your hips up with an intention of helping him, his hand firmly placing on your lower back and pushing your body into his. He groans again, savoring your soft, plush skin against his.

"Want me to come on your tits again?" He asks, well aware he won't be able to last much longer.

You shake your head, legs slightly shaking around his frame from the overstimulation. "Inside, Seung. Fill me up, please."

That's enough to drive him over the edge and within a matter of seconds you can feel his hot seed spilling inside your walls. With a moan higher on its pitch than usually, he slumps down onto you, tucking his head into your neck. You wrap your arms around him, humming at the feeling of his wet lips pressing a trail of kisses down your shoulder.

"That's just what I needed today, love," he mumbles into your skin, enjoying the faint scent of your perfume tickling his nose. "You're amazing."

You place your lips on his temple, goosebumps slowly arising on your skin as his hands caress your sides underneath your top.

"You should go take a shower," you tease, feeling his slightly damp hair underneath your fingertips. "You're so sweaty."

He hums, kissing your neck couple more times before pulling away. "Wanna go with me?"

He watches you with a smile on his lips, already knowing your answer. And indeed, you don't even need to think twice before nodding your head. Not even two seconds pass and you're already standing up from the couch and tugging on his arm to get him up as well.

"Yeah, okay."

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[bunnyreaper]

does your husband know?

pairing - john price x f!reader wc - 1k warnings - implied cheating, established relationship, hotel sex, dom/sub undertones, sex against a window, dirty talk, kink exploration, 18+ notes - a little price ficlet as a treat to myself, read on ao3!!

"Fuck, love. How long has it been?"

His hands enclose yours on the glass pane, his fingers weaving between yours as your wedding ring gleams in the moonlight. Hard, clothed hips are pressed against your bare skin, pinning and exposing you to anyone who might look up into the hotel window.

John's breath is hot in your ear, sending shivers down your spine before he chases them with kisses.

"I don't, I don't know, too long—" You babble, already out of your mind with the feelings your lover is pulling out of you, unraveling you as he always does.

"What kind of husband leaves his wife so fucking desperate?" He smiles devilishly, recalling the desperate look you'd given him across the hotel bar, how easy it had been for him to charm you. "You were practically begging for me. Gagging for it, weren't you?"

One of his hands releases, trailing its way to your neck—not choking, but just holding you, as his lips attach to the weak spot behind your ear and you cry out.

John undoes you with ease, each touch electrifying. Even if it hadn't been so long, you'd still be crying out for him with every cell in your body.

You whimper and whine as he pulls away momentarily, though your arousal flares as you hear the clink of his belt buckle and the rustle of his clothes.

He's so close. So close to being inside you.

"I need—" You squirm, pushing your hips back as your body begs for him, you couldn't hide your need for him if you tried, not that you'd ever want to.

"I know what you need." He purrs, his voice making you shake. He guides his swollen cock through your wet folds, taunting you with his thickness as he coats himself.

What you need is right there, brushing over your hole, nudging at your clit. John already moves expertly, one of his hands falling to your hip to hold you perfectly in place, to hold you exactly where he needs you. "Need a man who can take care of you. Don't worry, I'm right here."

Without any more teasing or taunting, he pushes his thick cock inside you in one swift movement, filling you to the brim and making your back arch. It burns, and then his dick is kissing the tip of your cervix, and you're lost in the pain and the pleasure of it all—the stretch, the push. John is exactly where he belongs, and you flutter around him helplessly as you welcome him home.

"God, you're so fucking tight." He works himself deeper, molds you once more to his size, gets you used to him all over again. "Gonna stretch you out so good, sweetheart."

You're already a whimpering mess, pleasure coursing through you as your conscious thoughts slip away. The second John touches you, it gets hard to think, hard to even breathe.

But his next words have you gasping at the air, desperately trying to retain your grip on reality as it all becomes too much.

"I'll fuck you 'till you forget your husband's name." He punctuates his words by beginning with a relentless pace, already fucking all thoughts of that pretty little head of yours.

"Please…" You plead, your voice sounding so unlike your usual self, so desperate—but you're always desperate for him.

His hand snakes round to your front, two calloused fingers working in circles around your slick clit. The only reason you're still standing is John's body slamming you into the glass, his hand around your neck holding you upright. "This married cunt is mine, isn't that right, love?"

"Yes, John, yes. It's yours. I'm yours." Your words are a mindless chant, a mantra of worship to this man that fucks like a god and takes you to a higher plane.

His groans join yours in filling the room, each gruff vocalisation making you shiver further. The feel of his hot breath against your skin, his fingers working in your wetness, the sound of his pleasure-wracked voice—it's almost too much, and yet he doesn't stop talking you through it.

"Missed you while I was away. Couldn't stop thinking about filling you up, hearing you moan my name." He growls, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, deeper. He's desperate, too, lost in you in the same way you're lost in him.

"Been too long, not gonna last, love. Gonna make you shake again first, though." His fingers work faster, urging you closer and closer to the edge he promises.

Slick sounds echo around, the sound of skin against skin, those groans again. Your eyes are focused on your reflections, seeing John's brow furrow in pleasure and watching as he grits his teeth, mutters out a strangled fuck. His hand tightens around your neck as he bounces you off his length with reckless abandon.

He's perfect, and in this moment, he's everything you've been missing

"I'm close." You pant, breath fogging up the glass.

His eyes meet yours in the reflection—a hard, intent, possessive stare. "Cum for me. Cum on my cock."

Your eyes screw shut, pleasure snapping through you as you're fucked relentlessly through your peak—John's groans escalate as he finishes inside you, pumping you full of his cum as you shake in his hold.

His forehead comes to rest against your shoulder as the two of you breathe in sync, coming down from your high together as one.

His arms wrap around you as he maneuvers you to the bed, softly laying you atop the sheets as he stares down at you lovingly, his cum dripping down your thighs.

"Missed you." You sigh contentedly, a fiercely radiant smile on your face, only for him.

"Missed you too, love." He presses a kiss to your forehead before starting to strip off his clothes. The shirt, trousers, and boots are tossed aside, leaving him in his underwear—his dog tags hanging over his furry chest, his ring shining brightly beside the dulled silver.

He climbs onto the bed next to you, stroking your face with a serene tenderness. "That neglectful husband of yours, huh." He says with a smirk.

"At least he's here now." You pull him closer, pressing your lips to his, relishing his taste after so long without it. Everything is duller when John's away, but with him back, he paints the world back into colour with every brush of his fingers across your cheek. "Hotel was a nice touch, really added to the fantasy."

His grin is cheeky, devilish. The scenario was his idea—tempting you away from your absent husband, giving him everything that man can't. It couldn't be further from the truth. As you lay here next to John, his attention solely on you, you could live forever on the high it brings.

His fingers entwine with yours one more time, as he fiddles with the ring he put on your finger just over a year ago. "Nothing but the best for my wife."

[sadhornyygirl]

Kinktober

Day 25: quickie (stu macher)

Stu knew exactly what made him throb and how to rip an orgasm through his body in a way that made him tremble. His cock hit all the right spots, and you craved the way he leaned in, palming your ass in his hands and just fucking you like his life depended on it, which happened to be the situation you found yourself in at the moment.

Her whole family is out in the backyard socializing while Stu slams his dick in and out of her soaking wet pussy with his fingers stuck in her mouth. He was bent over the sink in the upstairs bathroom, his pants pulled to the side, as he destroyed you in every way. He made you look at yourself as being ruined and being left in the dark.

Tiptoeing with his harsh grip, pinning you against the marble counter. "Quiet little bitch!" Stu hissed, his sage covering his fingers as his eyes stared at you through the mirror.

Spilling onto the fabric of the cloth from where Stu had

grabbed you against the door when you first followed him here. His moans were muffled against his hand as he sucked on his thick fingers with his eyes rolled back. The only sound that could really be heard was the echo of their skin colliding and the crush of his cock stretching her tight pussy.

Your hands gripped the edge of the counter, praying your body wouldn't give out as the knot in your belly began to swell pleasurably with each hard thrust. Stu leaned over you, pulling your hair to the side, so he could kiss yours. Neck and s

and whisper dirty things in your ear

“Look at you, you dirty little slut. As I pound you harder.

Fuck, I'm going to fill you with cum. Is that what you want, baby? "

You shook your head desperately, thighs shaking as Stu pounded into you through your intense climax. He had to hold your body up, and you were and you were and you were limping against him as you tried to stay still. His cock throbbed between you, squeezing the velvety walls and spilling hot semen deep inside you until you were absolutely dripping from him. Stu panted heavily, stilling his hips and pulling you back against his chest before molding his lips over yours.

"So good for me, little bitch, shit, you're the best thing that ever happened to me.",

"You only say that because I can follow your excited antics," You rolled your eyes, making him laugh.

"Or because you're the best woman in the world," Stu whispered softly, "And all mine." He pulled you you you out of you carefully, adjusting your pants back over your cum-soaked pussy as you fixed your dress.

You both try to look presentable when you find yourself back in the yard, but you're struggling because your legs are so wobbly.

You have to cling to Stu's side, which just makes him smile

mischievously as he engaged in a conversation with Billy. Stu's arm held you tightly as your knees went weak, catching them and pulling you back to your feet. Billy connected the dots with the look on Stu's face and his weak legs. ,

"Oh my God, please say you don't-oh gross," he whined when he saw the blush heating up his face as Stu just laughed.

"Have you seen her ass? I can't deny myself when it looks so fucking good"

"Stu!" You whimpered, hiding your face in his chest, which only made him smile even more. He liked to make you nervous because you always hid in him, and there was no place he liked you more than pressed against him.

[cambion-companion]

64 with aemond being the one unable to open his eyes <3

Aaahh yes of course, my friend!

Aemond x reader | Kiss prompts

Masterlist here

64. Being Unable To Open Their Eyes For A Few Moments Afterward 

The music of a crackling fire filled the air, as Aemond spun you around the empty room. Together, laughing, you had pushed the chairs back against the wall to create an open space just for the two of you.

His hand was tight on your waist, the other interlocking with your fingers. You didn't know if you were dizzier at your intimate proximity to the prince or from the way he kept insisting on twirling you, causing your skirts to flare out before they twisted to hug your legs attractively.

Aemond's eye was fixed upon your face. "You look radiant in the firelight."

He slowed until the two of you merely swayed on the spot, holding onto each other. "In moments like these I find myself wishing for my eye, the better to see you." It was rare for Aemond to mention his ever-present grief, the affliction that still festered in his heart.

In response you moved your hand, which had rested upon his shoulder, to press your thumb against his bottom lip while cupping his chin gently. You pulled, coaxing Aemond to lower his head, and touched your lips to his, molding a soft kiss. You tried to convey your love in the way your mouth moved upon his, the tender tracing of your fingers upon his jaw and up his cheek. Telling him through this lover's touch, how much you admired and wished to validate him.

With a deft movement, so familiar, you lifted the leather eyepatch off his face, revealing the sapphire that lay beneath. You broke the kiss only to place another one just beneath the gemstone eye. Aemond's face was still, peaceful, a small smile upon his slightly parted lips.

He kept his eye closed a moment, breathing in your scent, seeming to savor the feeling of having you in his arms, your hands touching him in the way he feared to crave. Moments ticked by as you continued to trace his features with delicate fingers, the only measure of time the sparking fireplace warming your back.

When Aemond did open his eye, his lilac gaze radiated such affection upon you it stole the breath from your lungs.

"I would be lost without you, Y/N." His voice was low and sweet as he tilted his head to kiss you once more.

[soulkeeper801]

Never Too Much - Mina

Requested:  Reader overhears Mina talking about how she’s too clingy sometimes, so reader starts being distant towards her

Mina x f!reader

Angst, fluff

Words:  559

"I mean, she can be clingy sometimes," Mina said, her tone laced with frustration. "Don't get me wrong, I love her, but I just need some space, you know?"

You sat alone on the park bench, the autumn leaves falling gently around you. The chill in the air matched the heaviness in your heart. It had been days since that fateful conversation, the one that shattered your world. You overheard Mina talking to her friend about how she felt you were too clingy at times. Those words echoed in your mind, replaying over and over like a broken record.

The realization hit you hard, like a punch to the gut. You thought everything was going well between you two, but now doubt crept into your every thought. You questioned your actions, your words, and your affection. Had you been suffocating her? Was your love too much for her to handle?

Unable to face the pain head-on, you resorted to a different strategy. You decided to give her space, to be less present, less involved. You believed that if you distanced yourself, she would see that you could change, that you could be less clingy. But it wasn't as easy as you had hoped.

Days turned into weeks, and each moment of silence felt like a knife twisting deeper into your soul. You avoided her calls, ignored her messages, and made excuses not to see her. You convinced yourself it was for the best, that you were doing the right thing by giving her the space she needed.

Mina noticed the change in your demeanor and tried to reach out, her voice pleading. "What's wrong, love? Is something bothering you?" she asked, concern etched on her face. But the words that had wounded you so deeply remained unspoken, trapped within your aching heart.

Late one evening, Mina approached you tentatively. "Please, talk to me," she implored, her eyes brimming with tears. "I feel like I'm losing you, and I don't understand why."

Your voice trembled as you struggled to find the words. "I overheard you, Mina. I heard what you said about me being too clingy," you confessed, pain lacing your voice. "I didn't want to be a burden to you, so I distanced myself."

Mina's face contorted with regret and sorrow. "Oh, love, I didn't mean it the way it sounded. I was just frustrated at that moment, but it doesn't mean I love you any less. You're not a burden to me; you're my everything."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked into Mina's sincere gaze. In that moment, you realized that love wasn't about perfection or fitting into someone else's mold. It was about understanding and accepting each other, flaws and all.

You nodded, feeling the weight of your own mistakes lift off your shoulders. "I missed you too, Mina. I'm sorry for pushing you away."

Mina shook her head at your words, her voice still filled with regret, “No, I’m sorry for making you feel this way,” she said, wrapping you in her embrace. “Please believe me when I say you’re my life and I couldn’t even bear the thought of losing you, I need more than you can imagine”.

She left a tender kiss on your lips and pressed her forehead against yours. She could never live without having you by her side.

[vampire-meta-knight]

I swear, some of these "goth is whatever you want it to be" people act like telling them they're not goth means the Federal Bureau of Goths is going to break down their door and confiscate all their black clothes.

Loves, no one is gatekeeping what you wear. No one is even gatekeeping goth events! You can still go to goth clubs as a non-goth--you just may not enjoy it as much if you don't like the music. All we ask is that you not use the label, which is shorthand for "fan of goth music," to describe yourself if you are not, in fact, a fan of goth music.

We love seeing your cool outfits and gorgeous makeup and flawlessly-dyed hair, and we love sharing aspects of our subculture! But the second you try to redefine it and take away the ONE requirement, we get protective. Darkly-inclined is a wonderful label--use it! Use alternative! Don't use goth, emo, punk, or grunge if you aren't fans of the corresponding music genres. Can you imagine if I, who's never listened to K-pop, only heard of two K-pop bands, and couldn't name a single member of BTS called myself a K-pop stan? (Punk is probably the only one here that's a little more flexible, since it's also rooted in a political movement and protesting, but it still found its birthplace in the music--music which then led to post-punk and goth rock, might I add).

Subcultures have to have a barrier of entry to be a subculture. There has to be a way to set apart the people who are in it and those who aren't. Saying someone isn't goth is not an insult! We don't look down upon you. We get annoyed with poseurs, but not someone who's just into the fashion and makeup aspect and doesn't try to redefine what a goth is. I guarantee there's probably a spooky, black-clad non-goth that I've followed a makeup or DIY tutorial from, and I think that's wonderful. I love that we have this shared interest, even if we have different taste in music.

We're not trying to be mean when we enforce the one rule to be a goth (there is a second unspoken rule, to not be a bigot, but that's a rule that goes without saying for most groups--please know that when you see a so-called "goth" spewing racist bullshit or other kinds of hatred, the rest of us are NOT in agreement with them and want them evicted from our subculture). We love welcoming new people in, and we love seeing the goth scene thriving. It's just that our subculture means a lot to us, and although fashion is a big part of it, it has always truly been about the music. The music came first (watch old videos of 80's goth clubs--hardly anyone there looks recognizable as a goth today!), and it's the backbone of goth. When you call yourself goth, you're telling fellow goths "we like the same kinds of music." I want to get music recommendations from you, dang it, and share some of mine! I've had so many people insult the music I like and tell me my taste is shit, so it's nice to find someone who likes the same sounds and connects with the same lyrics, you know? Music is the strong glue that holds us together and unites us all. It brought us together in the 80's and has kept us together up until now. So when you try to take that away, to mold the goth label into whatever it takes to fit you because you didn't fit it, that's when we've got a problem.

And if you're into the fashion but don't like goth music now, do not despair, because that doesn't mean you'll never be a goth! Give it a listen. Check out different subgenres and bands. You might like what you hear. Synth and EBM were what bridged the gap for me. I started off being super into the fashion, but would be hard-pressed to name a goth band other than Bauhaus or Siouxsie and the Banshees. I was listening to Halloween Vocaloid songs and Lady Gaga, for the most part. I tried a few goth rock songs and didn't like them. And then I found The Birthday Massacre, and suddenly, those goth rock songs didn't sound so bad anymore. They sounded beautiful, atmospheric, ethereal, melancholy in a way you can still dance to. It wasn't long before I was devouring every subgenre of goth music I could get my hands on and making an ever-growing list of bands to check out and songs I liked. I was digging goth music like a grave, and all it took was a band that fit somewhere in the middle of the upbeat, techno dance-worthy music I was used to, the spooky lyrics I liked, and a gothy sound that got me craving more. Sometimes that's all it takes. Goth music is noticeably different from other genres, and hearing the unfamiliar sometimes results in dislike. It's an acquired taste for some, kind of like coffee, but once you get into it, you'll wonder how you even hated it at all in the first place.

Goth is my home, my family, and although I welcome all who show an interest, there's a difference between someone who actually wants to get involved in the subculture and those who wear a mask so they can pretend to be because they like the sound of the label, the allure, how cool it makes them feel, and insist they must be goth and all who tell them otherwise are just elitists. We call those people "poseurs," friend--don't be like them. If goth music just isn't for you, but you love the fashion, that's cool. Just don't call yourself "goth" if you're not a fan of goth music, since that's what the word means in the first place.

[nightingaletes]

This one's for @argisthebulwark for that post about Farkas being good as a masseuse. No minors allowed, 18+, warnings are as follows:

Content: Back massage leading to Good Times (oral), GNC reader, no pronouns used, reader / second person pov. Established relationship, 1427 words.

You groaned, unable to contain yourself as Farkas’ hands dug into your upper back. He wrenched out every sigh and breathy moan in your body; tingles skating down from your head down to the base of your spine.

“You’re tighter than a locked chest.” He mumbled, pressing and rolling the base of his palm into the tissue that was giving you the most of your problems. You could only whimper in response, burying your face into your arms and the bedding underneath you.

It hurt but it hurt so good.

Farkas’ weight pressed into you as your body tried to move around again, keeping you pinned in place. As per your request, of course, as it only added to the entire experience.

His thick thighs, thicker behind, and hefty weight would make you purr deep within your chest, had you the capability to do so. Aided by the hands that were ever so skilled burying themselves in your back and molding you into a boneless blob; you could swear you’d reached Sovngarde.

You could hear Farkas give a restrained breath of his own, fingers digging that much more into your neck now, unintentionally keeping you in place. Your breath hitched as he adjusted his seating position, feeling a familiar friend pressing up against your ass and thigh.

You’d never admit that your following moan was louder on purpose, nor was the wiggle of your hips, but he knew you too well for that. His low responding growl and hip thrust genuinely pulled out a gasp from your chest; hands gripping the sides of your neck in warning.

“Thought you said you were too tired.” Farkas said gruffly.

You couldn’t hide your smile, chuckling quietly. “What if I said it was an excuse to get your hands on me?”

“Could have just asked.”

“Hasn’t it been more enjoyable this way though?” You ask softly, pushing up on your forearms to press into his hands as they settle around your throat, pressing just the way you liked it. “I’m certainly enjoying myself.”

He chuckled. “I bet. Thrashing around as you have been. Feeling better?”

You loved that about him. Regardless of the aching member pressing into your behind, his first thoughts were of you— always of you.

“Could use a press down to pop my spine,” you admit reluctantly, missing his hands around your neck before they even leave to press along your back.

“Here?” He asked, thumbing the tense spot gently.

“Yeah. You mind?”

“I’m all ready here.” He replied simply, pushing you down back to your lying position.

You couldn’t contain your moans then, and you couldn’t stop yourself now as he popped your back. Relief was near painful to the degree in which it scattered throughout your body, leaving you lax on the bed.

“Good?” Farkas asked as he leaned closer to your face. You didn’t even have to look to see his brow was furrowed, wondering if he’d hurt you.

You merely raised a boneless arm and patted his cheek reassuringly, tension completely removed from your body. He was amazing with those blessed hands of his. You couldn’t ask for anything more.

Taking your hand in his, he pressed a kiss to your palm, trailing his lips to the inside of your wrist, reassuring himself as he always did in your quiet moments together. He admitted once that he liked it because he could feel your pulse the strongest there— when your neck was otherwise preoccupied by armor when out and about.

Seeing as you were half naked now, though, it was no surprise that he shifted you both around to keep his thumb against your wrist pulse while tucking his face into your neck; breathing deeply. You loved seeing this side of him.

He was certainly quiet when he was out of battle. Most people saw it as him being ‘stupid’ or ‘slow’, but you’ve known better. He was incredibly observant of his surroundings, something you appreciated, even before you knew of his blood.

He didn’t sugar coat anything, he never felt the need to. Blunt and brutal honesty was his way, in and out of battle. Same as the way he’d asked to court you.

“I like you.” He’d said, staring you down in the hall. “You like me?”

“In what way?” You’d asked curiously.

It had given him pause, as if he hadn’t anticipated needing to provide specifics.

“Like a man does with someone they wanna be with for the rest of his life.” He settled on, nodding firmly. “But I wanna court you first. If you’re interested.”

You wouldn’t lie, you had been interested from the moment he’d protected you in Dustman’s Cairn. He hadn’t hesitated for a moment, despite the potential danger you brought as someone new to the blood. To the knowledge that he and his family were werewolves.

And the way he reassured you that he wouldn’t harm you…

You shifted in his arms, pushing him to lay on his back, settling yourself on his hips and stomach. His hands immediately slid down to hold your waist as you leaned down to kiss him.

He hummed appreciatively, never one to shy away from affection. Often he was the one to initiate it, even in the Great Hall where everyone could see.

It was only fair you repaid the favour for his efforts with your own appreciation.

He groaned against your lips as your own skilled hands groped and massaged his body all the way down to his pants— the only article of clothing either of you wore for the moment. Clothes were normally removed altogether when you were both alone, but you guessed that as he figured you weren’t available, it was a way to keep himself in check.

Yet another sweet thing about him. A shame you were about to ruin it for him.

You lightly bit and tugged on his bottom lip as your hand palmed his hard on, leaving him hissing and bucking up— not paused in the least by your comparably lighter frame. It bounced you lightly, and you slapped your hand on the side of him to keep from falling over.

His hands gripped your hips tighter as you pulled from his lips, letting out a harsh breath of air.

“Torturing me.” He grumbled. Even though you both knew he would absolutely take over if it was too much.

“Shh… be good.” You murmured, sliding your fingers inside his pants to play with his happy trail teasingly. “It’s my turn to make you feel heavenly.”

“All ready do.” Farkas sighed out, hips and stomach flexing at your touch. “You always do.”

You smiled at that and, after releasing him from his confines, you reward him for such a sweet thing by giving him exactly what he wanted.

His jaw went slack as your mouth tightened around him; hands gripping your hair like a lifeline as you bobbed it up and down with lewd noises.

He wasn’t usually one to be loud during sex. He’d typically grunt in your ear or growl low in his chest, letting you feel him rather than hear him. He wanted to keep himself to you, always.

But now? With your mouth edging him as you were? It was almost as if he’d forgotten himself. Begging, whimpering, pleading to come, to just let go, to coat you in his scent all over again. You’d never heard a higher pitch in octave from his voice, broken as it was.

Taking him as far as you could and swallowing thickly, you massaged him near endlessly with your throat and tongue, encouraging him to unload in you.

He took the offer with gusto, unable to keep his hips from thrusting into your face— not that you were complaining with each one that threatened to cut off your oxygen, or every time his patch of hair rubbed against your nose.

He groaned, holding you in place as he started to taper off, panting heavily and grunting with each swallow or suckle you continued to do. Neither of you wanted it to end, despite Farkas having nothing left to give. For the moment.

You reluctantly let him pull you off and crawl back into his arms, wiping your mouth clean. He settled a gentle kiss to your brow before he flopped back onto the bed with you held safely against his chest.

“Good?” You threw his question back at him, smiling at his breathless laugh that followed.

He patted your cheek with an equally boneless arm, reassuring you that it was more than good.

[giggly-squiggily]

TickleTober Day 12 ~Bites/Nibbes~ (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Light spice warning for this one! :D

Dazai’s lips were hot against his own, his hands in his hair as he pulled him closer. The alleyway smelled of mold and piss, but Chuuya didn’t care. All he wanted right now was the man before him pinned against the concrete walls.

“Mmm- Ch-Chuuya?” Dazai gasped out when the redhead moved down, working kisses across his jawbone leading to his neck. “Chuuya-”

“Shut your mouth, Dazai. You’re mine now.” He growled against his skin, finally reaching his neck. Feeling bold and possessive, he sank his teeth in as he worked the buttons on his vest.

“EHEHE!”

…What the hell? Chuuya blinked at him, raising an eyebrow at Dazai’s wide eyed flush. He expected a variety of sounds to come out by his action but…a giggle? “You good?”

“Y-Yeah, yeah! Just a bit tickl-IHIHISH!” Dazai spasmed again when Chuuya returned to his neck, a new gentleness in his bites. “Chuuhuuhuhhuuhya, wahahhhahit it tihihihihihickles!”

“Heh- talk about a mood killer.” The redhead didn’t sound bothered though. If anything the discovery amused him greatly. With barely any restraint, he triggered his gravity manipulation just as Dazai tried sliding down the wall, leaving him in the perfect position for more tickles. “It’s fine- I found a new way to entertain myself.”

“Chuuhuhya- Chuhuhuhuhuyahahhahahahahahaha! Aheahhahahhaha no fahahhahhahir!” Dazai squealed, unable to scrunch up as Chuuya pressed tickly kisses and bites into his neck. The bandages did nothing to protect him- all he could do was laugh. “Plehahahhahahse stahhahahhahhap!”

“All this time tickling me, and you think I’m gonna stop after I’ve learned you’re ticklish? Think again, Dazai!”

“Buhuhuhuhut ihihihit’s so fuhuhuhun to tihihihihckle yohohohohou- Eheheheheheh stahhahap not thehehehhehre!”

“Do you really want me to stop? If so, undo my gravity.” Chuuya waited for Dazai’s body to slump, for arms to grab him and a breathless “Ohoohkay!” But nothing came- Dazai remained in his trapped state.

“Didn’t think so.”

[gayerthanevertbh]

sex addict

second kinktober fic

pairings: sex!addict natasha x fem!reader

warnings: 18 minors dni sex!addict natasha, cheating, smut, pet names, dirty talking, basically everything is toxic i guess

notes: i’m so sorry for being so late, i had a lot of things to do this week but here’s day two (idk anymore) of kinktober! enjoy!

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“You’re telling me,” you take a deep breath, pointing your index finger at the woman sleeping with countless women behind your back. “You’re making a “sex addict” as an excuse for sleeping with women behind my back?!”

“I can’t help it, baby,” she whines at you, holding your arms closer to her as she tries to bring your body to mold. But you refused to do that, so you stayed in your place. “It’s just–It just happens…”

“I seriously don’t understand how you’re just saying that!” you shrieked, shaking her hands off of you.

“Sweetheart, please calm down–”

“It just happens?!” you rummaged to her closet and grabbed a chunk load of her clothes, throwing them across her face as you saw her wide-eyed expression. Acting like the victim, I see. “I never want to see your face again, Natasha. I don’t think I’ll ever face you again! If you wanted sex, you can just say that but instead–you find other people to do what you want to do!”

“You’re not listening to me!” her voice was starting to crack and brought her hands to your arms again, both of your faces inches apart. “I do have an addiction, okay? I understand that I need help, but whenever I fuck them all I think about is you… you know you’re the only girl I think about.”

What doesn’t make you understand is how she has the complete capability of looking at someone else’s body and saying: oh I just think about you whenever I fuck them. No biggie. The point is, it was a “biggie” for you. Of course, it was. How is it not a big deal when your wife has been nothing but a sex addict with 90% of the women in her company?

She pulls you toward her as she kisses the crown of your head, trying to push away the fact that her fingers are in somewhere else’s cunt. “Honey, I’m so sorry. I don’t understand myself either, I just can’t help it. P-Please, let me make it up to you… let me love you.”

“I need you to get out of my house.” you said quietly, trying to brush her kisses away but it was making you feel something else that you shouldn’t feel whatsoever. Her hands were lowering down your waist, simply pulling you close while having her lips inches away from the skin of your neck. Even though you must hate her, you must push her away. What seems to not get you is that you’re still very much attracted to your wife. She leaves a small soft peck on your neck, touches your bum with her hands, and presses herself into you.

“Mommy is desperate for you baby,” she whispers with her watering eyes, which makes your heart belt out with the desire for her to make love to you instead. “Aren’t you my good girl? My sweet little angel? Oh, you’re so pure. So innocent. C’mon, be my good girl and let me fuck you, sweetie…”

She brings you to the edge of the bed and makes you sit, cornering you with her hands on either side of your thighs as she gives you lingering kisses on your mouth, then to your cheeks. She touches you like no other, almost as if nothing has happened that occurred to this situation. You let her in once more, but once she’s done – you’re gone.

“Mommy,” you whisper on her cheekbone; grabbing her wrist as you locked between your thighs, mewling into her ear like some slut you are. “Please touch your little girl, touch me…”

“You want me to touch you?” Natasha coaxes, not able to keep her lips from you. She removes your shirt, kissing your cleavage with so much want that roars out of her system. You could tell that she was desperate considering that she was groping your breasts that were covered by your bra. “Oh fuck–God damn, your boobies are so perfect in my hands…”

She hooks her fingers into your shorts and swiftly pulls the cloth down, leaving you naked with your panties that match the color of your bra. Pink. Just like she always wanted. Natasha smiles at you and kisses your stomach while having her other hand inside of your thigh, pushing you slowly back down on the mattress with whines and moans that were coming out of your mouth; she loves to hear them each time you want her.

“I love you so much,” she says to you while having her lips smudged in the corner of your mouth, parting your legs as she gets between them; her fingers unhooking your bra. “Tell Mommy what you want, baby. Please, tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me,” you said with a whine, kicking your underwear off. She was eye-struck the moment your bottom was bare. “Go on, fuck your angel. Isn’t that what you wanted, baby?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Then go on,” you tease her with your fingers spreading your wet folds, bringing it back to your lips as you suck your juice in front of the woman – staring down at you with hooded eyes. Natasha didn’t waste time and lunged her body toward you, kissing your mouth passionately.

She was obsessed with sex. Of course, she was. In every aspect that was given, she would always have her way with you. There was a faint memory of her fucking you inside a restaurant bathroom, having her hand on your mouth while railing you with her strap; dirty words filled up the entire moist room. But what makes your heart clench with despair is that you were never the first choice, even though she claims she was always thinking about you whenever she would have other girls in her lap.

Both of you were finally naked in bed as she rubbed her thumb against your clit, moaning into your open mouth while having her eyes shut tight. She’s probably imagining someone else underneath her, which isn’t me. She whimpers, “Open up for me sweet girl, yeah… just like that. God, I’m so horny right now.”

She plunges two fingers inside your tight hole as she lets out a loud groan near your ear; her back hunching from the feeling of your warm walls clenching her long fingers hard. You shut your eyes as you throw your head back, muttering dirty words like fuck your little girl into her ear as you raise your hips for emphasis. Which she loves. She growls and pumps her fingers into you furiously, kissing your collarbone with reassurance that she’ll never hurt you.

“You feel so good inside me,” you tell her with a high-pitched voice, licking and biting your bottom lip as your boobs bounce with her fingers railing into you. She grunts each time the tip of her fingers hit your spot, finding it incredibly sexy whenever your tits shake with every thrust. “Agh–Natasha! Please go faster, fuck me hard…”

“Oh yeah, that’s it fuck! Urgh,” she nips into your flesh, not caring when you scream out of pleasure and pain. But she knew, deep inside, that you like being bitten by her. “Mmph, there you go… that’s my little girl, take all of it.”

Something in the pit of your stomach made it churn, making you realize that you’re close to having an orgasm when it hasn’t been five minutes into fucking. She lifts her head and looks down at you, noticing that your chest is turning reddish. Probably because of the heat that you both had. This made her feel more possessive and continued to assault your bruised hole with her fingers inside of you. You can’t say you’re in pain (it was more pleasure than that) but whenever she reaches further inside of your cunt, you can feel the burning sensation that comes within it. It turns you on, but it turns her on even more.

“Don’t stop,” you whisper, flexing your neck as her palm knocks on your clit. “Please don’t stop–ohmygod–I’m so close, keep fucking me like that!”

Her teeth grit with the pleasure she’s getting from rubbing against your thigh, and licks the center of your chest, rolling her eyes in the back of her head when she feels your walls tightening around her. She chants out, “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” as she feels herself getting close as well. You suddenly cover your mouth quickly as you shake underneath her, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. She watches you beneath her and buries her head into your neck, humping your thigh with trembling hips as she screams into your flesh.

“Agh, fuck!” she kept humping her clit against your thigh, lifting your back as she held you close. “Oh god, I love you so much–I can’t fucking stop, don’t ever leave me… Fuck yes, oh my god.”

The minute she was done, you had your things packed as you threw a box of condoms and said with an edge in your voice, “Be careful whoever you sleep with, and keep your fake dick into your pants.”

“B-But–”

“I no longer want you in this house, Ms. Romanoff.”

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[smolandweirdwriter]

ok so I’ve been posting a lot about s/jm a lot but shutup I have a lot of angry feelings rn bc she was such a big inspiration for me during the time i began writing the book im currently editing and i’m trying to purge myself of her shitty writing by reminding myself why i hate it so i don’t inadvertently adopt her techniques and characters

but Author Lady really went

“you know what a strong female character is? Someone who can use knives and fight and is Royalty and Special”

like a man writing female characters

im sorry it reeks of misogyny

this isn’t to say that I think female characters being made royal is bad! Hell no. But you need her to have a right to deserve the throne, just like a male character

A//elin has a birthright to the throne, but that’s all she has. She hasn’t been in Terr//asen in TEN YEARS. She’s sworn off killing people from her country during her time as an assassin, but other than that… Does she know her own people beyond her cousin, Elide, and the lords (ie Darrow and co)? No. Does she even know her people? No. So… tell me again. Why does the girl who showed up and suddenly decided she wanted to fight for her country deserve its throne? Once she is on that throne, does she have plans for taxes? For borders and the peasants who were stripped of EVERYTHING by Ad/arlan? She never once considers this. Her blood money will win her the war, but what of the aftermath? She is the queen of an impoverished country who has spent years in the lap of luxury, and she has no plan for her people beyond a self-glorified ideal of “freeing them”.

Now let’s examine Fey//re: she was an impoverished human girl who was made immortal and given magical powers. Why does having this power make her worthy of being a ruler? I’m sorry, but Tam//lin was right. He was wrong to cast her aside, fine, and wrong to lock her up, yes, but he was right: she is illiterate and knows nothing of governing. But it’s also Fey//re’s own fault. She asked him ONCE about being a high lady, and didn’t press him when he said there are none. She could have, but didn’t. She could’ve told him she wanted to be included in more meetings, could’ve pushed back. For all that she scorned Lucien for not helping her fight T//amlin’s restraints, she never really tried either. She has never been a ruler of anything, not even her own family. Why does she deserve a crown now? Because she can hunt and has lots of magic? Because Rh/ysand says so? Not. Good. Enough. She doesn’t care about the people. She doesn’t have any agency. She doesn’t have any ideas for improvement for the night court. She was better off in the spring court where she could have changed things like the Tithe, or even waited to see if that system worked and if it didn’t, PROPOSE A NEW ONE, don’t just try to undermine it.

I’m so glad I realized how shitty author lady’s books are before I completely molded my writing after hers

[milksuu]

⌜modern!au!hwei x gn!reader⌟ ╰ ❝ A WORK OF ART ❞

❥ prompt: Hwei takes you on a date. But you're not really the 'artsy-fartsy' type. ❥ content/warnings: established relationship, fluff, suggestive language/themes ❥ word count: 668 an;; i swore i would write something for hwei when he came out. i have fulfilled my promise...to myself lol.

"Tell me. When you gaze into this painting. What sort of feelings does it possess you with?"

"I'm possessed with the idea that someone spilled their coffee on it. And to cover it up, tried to wipe it away. But only smudged it around before deciding 'Ah, yes. This was an obvious intentionally stroke of genius. No one will suspect a thing.' And now, I'm feeling like I could go for a latte."

Hwei pauses, pinching his lips to side at your observation. He bows his head, as if coming to an inevitable conclusion. Which was, in fact, your glaring lack of an artistic eye. Still, he lifts a smile, not giving up on the idea that bringing you to a ritzy art gallery wasn't the worst idea he's ever had.

"Surely," he speaks low as to not disturb the other patrons busying themselves with the view, "you must have some inkling of emotion when you see it. Don't you?"

"Hwei," you finally turn, closing the galla pamphlet you were pressed to take. "You're asking an accountant what they think about art. Honestly, I'm more concerned about the price tag. In which case, I feel a sense of remorse for whoever plans to buy it. It's a blank canvas with a coffee stain."

"I'm beginning to think that you might lack just a fine hair of imagination." He bears a soft smile that washes away any nerve you have over his quip. He has a way of making his jests lighthearted and almost poetic. But that never meant he wasn't being truthful. Maybe that's what made him so dangerous to begin with. And that's what made you stall for a breath whenever you were with him.

Lifting an arm, he gestures for you to take it. You do, and allow him to escort you to whatever part of the gallery he wants to try and entertain you with. He's made a point to inspire you, and even mold you into someone who could potentially appreciate the crafts. He's put a lot of faith in potential. And that you could say, was not the most pragmatic way of going about things.

After a slow waltz to the next atrium, he brings you to stand before a chiseled, marble sculpture of a man. Carved with such expression and lines, it wouldn't surprise you if it started breathing. Quitely, you trace the statues body, down the the very detail of what was between his legs. By curve and size alone, you gather the artist didn't want this particular piece to be missed.

"It's giving me a sense of," you breathe in a refined breath for air, twirling a dramatic hand to the lower region. "Phallic."

You think Hwei will try to argue with you. Chastise you for your childish take on fine art. And possibly end the date early from sheer offense. Instead, he covers his mouth from his airy laughs.

"It seems you have a very good eye for these kinds of things. I knew I was dealing with an expert." A hint of amusement lightens the dark circles pressed beneath his sultry eyes. "I may or may not have have been thinking the same thing."

"My turn to ask the questions, then." You clear your throat, mimicking his ornate style of speech. 'Tell me. What sort of thoughts does it possess you with?'"

"I'm possessed with the thought"���he chuckles, closing the gap between your bodies. His lips mere inches away from yours. Whispering the last of his secret—"of how badly I want to kiss you right now."

"Really? In front of a Greek man's marbled penis, surrounded by a room full of voyeurs?" Your fingers take the fabric of his turtleneck, pressing him closer. "I would've never guessed this is what turns you on."

"Oh. You have absolutely no idea." Hwei concludes, quieting your breathy laughs with his lips. It blooms a cascade of warm tones in your chest, and you feel your cheeks bruise an intense hue of pink.

There's a time and place for when you would tell him.

That the way he makes you feel is your favorite work of art.

[sgt-scottymoreau]

Only Fan

Summary: The domino effect of accidently sending the wrong link to Ghost lead to a whole adventure and secret being revealed. No one was supposed to know she had an Only Fan account.

Warning: 18+ MDNI, a lot of smut in this one there's still plot tho, implied public sex, multiple partners in a sense

Word: 6.9k // Masterlist

A/N: This fic was inspired by this post a year and half ago. This was really written for the giggle and smut. Probably feels a little OOC for some, or at least not how I usually write the characters in there. But bare with me, when I wrote it I needed to take everything out of the system lol No thoughts only smut! Alright to time to yeet myself by the window!

When she realized what she just sent her lieutenant, she prayed to all the possible known gods in the universe that he wasn't fast enough to have opened the link. 

A prayer that reached no one. Because Ghost was already on his phone expecting the answer. So when the link came through he saw it in a matter of milliseconds. The time Scotty needed to hold the message so the option to delete it showed up, then press said delete, it was too long. Add the fact that he also didn't pay attention too much to what was written, it was only once the link opened in his browser that he realized what it was. The link to her Only Fan page. He should have closed it right away and he actually did. Especially after receiving 5 messages in a row from her apologizing and sending the actual link that was supposed to be in the first place and to please ignore the first one. Ghost closed it and tried to pretend it never happened. What Scotty was doing in her free time was her problem, he wouldn't judge. But… That… was not something he expected.

After the incident, Ghost never mentioned this, nor acted differently. Or so he thought. Scotty felt that his gaze was different. Not judgemental, but more like he tried to decipher something. As if he was still trying to figure out how she had been able to hide it from him. Obviously, Ghost wasn't stupid. She could be professional at work. It was just… She didn't give him the feelings to be this kind of person. Scotty looked innocent and shy. 

To her defense, she was not innocent or shy. She had her fair share of activities. It was simply that Ghost was intimidating, hence why she might look shy around him. But it was even more since the slip up. On missions, all was fine because work demanded focus. But around base or when the team would go out for drinks… It was so different.

 It was precisely after one of these nights that Ghost returned to the link. As much as he tried to forget it, it haunted him. That night at the bar, Scotty wore a tank top that molded her body so much, his throat went dry every time he glanced at her. Her jeans, not different than usual, looked more shaped to her legs… or maybe it was him. The thoughts that crossed his mind at the moment made him frustrated at himself for even thinking about them. She was his colleague and a sergeant, he owed her more respect than those sinfuls thought. Although, she was the one doing sinful things that were available to everyone… He lay down in his bed, in the dark with only light from his phone and the bright page he was on. His eyes were glued on her profile and cover pictures. There was nothing revealing in both. Well maybe a nice butt shot on the cover, still dressed. But it was the eyes in her profile picture. So inviting, so captivating. His thumb pressed the subscribe button. To his relief, Scotty didn't seem to sell herself for cheap. That was nice. She valued herself and he couldn't agree more. If this was the relief, the world that opened to him once he was officially a subscriber was anything but relieving. 

He knew so bad he should have only checked one or two pictures, just to put his curious mind at ease and then leave to never 

come back again. But… as if the picture of Scotty with spread legs, squeezing her breast together, the selfie angle where he could see her fuck herself with a toy were not enough, he saw the videos. A bulge was already forming in his sweatpants, god he was glad to wear these because his regular pants would have been so painful. Ghost wanted to ignore the video so badly. But his brain was too deep and needed more. His grip on his phone tightened as the other one instinctively went to his underwear. His thumb pressed the play button. The first few words she spoke already had him completely hard. She barely had done anything, only presenting the toy she will be using, but in such a soft manner! His hand wrapped around his dick and stroked it slowly. The video went on: her applying lube in the toy, then on herself, pushing her fingers inside as a warmup and finally she fucked herself with said toy. She wasn't too vocal but the small whimpers and few little moans she made while Scotty was pushing the fake dick inside, faster and faster till her cunt made such sloppy noise, that made him twitch so bad. His heart was pounding in his chest, his eyes glued on the video. He even tried to match her speed, thinking it was him inside her. He came as soon as he heard her whimpers of her own climax. As he calmed down from his high, Ghost realized what just happened, what his mind just thought of. Him inside her. How could he face her again after this?

It has been almost a week and half since the incident. Scotty noticed that Ghost was a little less creepy, yet he seemed more tense when she would talk to him or be a little too close. That one time they were in the car, she was squeezed between him and Gaz. A normal thing. But he was so tense, always avoiding her gaze. She didn't mind much as honestly for her Ghost had brushed this whole incident away and his current behavior was in no way connected to that. Yet, if she was out of trouble with Ghost, Soap on the other hand. She couldn't quite read him, but something felt different with him. He was always the same goofy person with her, always the same easy going. It was the lingering look she caught a few times here and there. The way he would stare. Beside that nothing much, Scotty could live with that. The truth was, Soap was also a subscriber. 

He found her page by accident… or well not completely by accident. He found himself on Only Fan after wanting to see more of someone else when Scotty's page showed up in recommendation. At first, he couldn't believe his eyes, he had been so close to text her about it and tease. Instead, just for fun he decided to check. Maybe she had only dumb pictures, trolling people. Not exactly. Soap should also have closed everything, look away. She was his best friend and no matter how close you are, seeing them in such a compromising position was something anyone would have looked away from. Either from respect or embarrassment. But he didn't. He couldn't. He tried to not linger too long on the pictures, despite a growing pressure in his jeans. One picture though… He was glued on. Her leg spread, in some purple lingerie, her hair down, flowing down her shoulders in small waves. Nonetheless to say that what he did was in the same category as Ghost. He felt dirty for doing so, but… it hadn't been the last time he went to her page. 

Ghost found out that Soap also was in on the secret by accident. Then again, it was Soap's fault for not being careful. They were both in the gym, training when Soap checked his phone. He made sure that no one could see him, or so he thought, and checked his notification. Scotty had posted a new picture. He knew it was risky to open it here, but she hadn't posted in days. Obviously because she was on a mission. So either this meant she was back home or… That was why he had to check! When the picture fully loaded in front of his eyes, his throat went dry. She was still in the fields taking pictures. "Steaming fucking jesus…" He breathed, mostly because it took guts to do this. It wasn't much. Just her with her jacket half way down, revealing her shoulder and her bra.

Ghost walked behind him at the same time that Soap completely forgot his surroundings. He glanced over his shoulders. His water bottle slipped through his hand, splashing the floor. "Fuck!" He cursed loudly. Soap jumped from his seat, shoving his phone away quickly. 

"Hey Lt! Didn't see you there!" He nervously laughed. "Need a hand with this?"

"No." Ghost took the towel around his neck to clean. "The fuck are you looking at during work you idiot?"

"N-nothing." 

"Don't play dumb with me MacTavish, that was clearly her Only Fan." Ghost froze. He just sold himself to the sergeant. They both looked at each other, cheeks pink from embarrassment. "Let's pretend nothing happened and let's not talk about this ever again… We know nothing and most importantly she knows nothing."

They held the tongues. Till they started talking about her latest post like it was the latest biggest news. 

A few days later, while Ghost was staying late at work, he received a text from Soap asking if he saw the latest video. The lieutenant made sure his door was locked, returned to his desk and looked up his phone. The title: Met a girl at the bar and let her fuck me stupid. He was surprised to learn that apparently Scotty was going both ways, she still had secrets within her secret. His eyes glanced at the reports. They were almost done, he could take a break right? He gulped and pressed the play button. The volume of his phone was just high enough that he would be the only one to hear. The other girl's face was blurred, not that it mattered much to him. The only face he wanted to focus on was Scotty. The girl was fucking her doggystyle, pulling Scotty's hair and slamming in her so hard the noise of her hips on Scotty's butt was as loud as the sergeant's moans. She wasn't kidding when she said fucked stupid. Never he heard Scotty stutter with her words or be unable to speak. Right now, she was being a mess. 

"F-fuck… me! H-harder!.... Aaaahh fuck yes!"

"Who's a good bitch?"

"M-me!" 

"Fucking hell." He groaned, his pants lifting in his crotch area. Scotty was being so noisy, in a good way. Her moans, her cries when the girl would slam hard or pinch her nipples. Any logical thought took vacations. His hand reached for his belt to slip inside, taking a hold of his now fully erect cock. His eyes closed savoring the new sounds Scotty was making. If only it was him making her screams that way. 

"Who's a little slut?"

"M-me… please… use..my pussy! Choke me!" 

His eyes flung open at this. The girl did so, closing her fingers around Scotty's throat. The smile of pleasure that drew on her lips sent him even closer to his climax. "You are such a minx, Scotty. Fuck." He moaned, stroking harder. The video was 20 minutes long and at half time, he came hard. Head against his desk he tried to catch his breath. He will watch the rest later. He had to clean the small mess he made. It might be under the desk, but it was still a workspace. As he threw the tissues in the garbage can, someone knocked at the door. His heart jumped in his chest. 

"Who is it?" He asked with a shaky breath. 

"It's Scotty, I got some papers from Price for you." He cursed internally, that couldn't be worse timing! He went to open the door, sweat still rolling down his forehead into his eyes. There she was standing like an innocent, professional officer. A huge contrast to what he witnessed a few minutes prior. "Everything is alright sir?"

"Yes." He gulped. "You said papers?"

"Oh yes. Here you go. Price also told me to remind you to not stay up too late and catch some sleep."

"Thanks for the advice." On this she left. His eyes watched walk away, not even trying to hide the stare on her butt. "Fuck me, she is going to be the end of me…"

The next posts gave him mixed feelings. He started to question if it was only lust that he was having for her. When she posted a short clip of her titled, I met a fan at the mall and let him play with my tits, he hated it. Why wasn't it him? He should be the one to be touching her like that. However he mentally slapped himself for having such possessive thoughts. "Come on Simon, you can’t blame her for this!" He told himself while looking in the mirror. "Isn't like you are her boyfriend or something." But did he wish that? Maybe… 

An opportunity presented itself though. Scotty did enjoy meeting a fan, even if it was out of the blue. Well she was lucky he had been a nice guy, not too creepy. But she kind of wanted to try it again. So she held a live where she announced that anyone of her Tier 1 subs will be randomly chosen to have a special date with her. With one condition, they had to be in England. Not like she wanted to travel or have someone traveling all the way here. 

Of course both Soap and Ghost were watching with eagerness. How convenient that there were both in her Tier 1. It was only a question of luck. Lots of luck! She was wearing a pretty laced brat and her hair was pulled in a messy bun. It gave a very relaxed yet sexy vibe. "Ok lovelies. Time to spin the wheel and see who is gonna be the lucky one… Or what if…" She bit her lip. "What if I invited two of you? Depending on the winners, maybe we could have a little fun together. I always wanted to try a threeway." 

Ghost groaned in frustration. If he was the winner, he wanted her for himself. Well that is if she didn't turn him down… But at the same time, how he could deny her something she wanted. Scotty impatiently waited for the result of the spinning, when she clapped her hands with a huge grin. "Alright, the first winner is O'MalleyB7-1! Time to slide in my dm sweetie." 

On his side, Soap was laughing. That was him! What were the odds! He couldn't wait to text Ghost about it. Hopefully his lieutenant wouldn't be too jealous. "And for the second…. Hoemoans! You know the drill." God that name sounded like the worst username. Well Scotty knew she could handle anything, if this one turned out to be a creep, no problem. She can take care of that.

Ghost's jaw almost dropped. Faith and luck were a blessing. A minute later, Soap texted him the news. Ghost felt some relief to know that it was both of them who won. He hated the idea of some weirdos getting close to her. They kept their identity a secret till the end of the meeting.

The day, or more evening, finally showed up. Scotty dressed as her usual. No need for an overly sexy outfit, especially when she might not keep any clothes for long anyway. This was such a risk, but she was still excited. If she brought home people she met at the bar one time, this was sort of the same thing. The pub she chose for the meeting was as she expected busy. Not overly busy, but enough that it would be stupid to attempt something in front of so many witnesses. She double checked her message about what the two men would be wearing to be recognizable. Once she was sure, she sent them a message to say she will be there in five minutes. Make sure she could eye them from far and assess the situation. From the corner, her eyes searched for the two men. Her heart skipped a beat when she was sure to recognize someone. Tall and squared, with a mask? "It can’t be!" Scotty whispered to herself. Panicking, she checked again the description the two men gave and eyed the familiar figure. Till he moved slightly aside revealing another familiar figure who marched the description of one user. 

Panic switched to fear and embarrassment. Soap and Ghost were the one who won the random encounter? They were her subs? How long have they been? They did not jerk off to her did they? "Oh fuck, oh nonononono!" She had to get out of here before they noticed her. How could she sleep with them! Soap, maybe. There were good friends and he was good looking. But Ghost? He was her superior! A superior who was watching her when she would be posting nudes and videos. Her face was burning hot. She needed fresh air now! Back against the wall, she crawled out of there, heading back to the train station. 

"Think she will show up?" Soap asked, finishing his glass. 

"I doubt it. Or if yes, she most likely saw us and ran away." It broke his heart a little that she would but it was understandable. Part of him started to feel really dirty about that. It felt like such a huge disrespect to her. Although their plan in the end, would have just to pay her some drinks and have a good laugh. Definitely not pressure to do something she didn't want to do. Their phones bipped at the same time, both receiving the same message from her. Sorry I can't make it, I got a last minute call from work, I'll be out of town for a few days. Sorry, lovelies. The last part, Scotty wrote it to make sure that they never figured out that she knew.

Another week has passed since this. Neither Soap or Ghost commented negatively on her page. It was mostly assumed, she had a great time but did not share it at the request of the fans. The other thing was that she stopped posting for a whole week. She would usually do at least a few pictures a day or every two days, depending if she was on a mission or not. Now it was radio silent. Scotty hoped that it was all a fever dream that she never saw them at the pub. And she sort of started to believe it. Till Soap came clean. He admitted all from the very beginning, without mentioning Ghost. Even pretend that whoever she saw at the pub with him was not the lieutenant. Back against the wall, Scotty groaned, face hidden in her hands. "That's fucking great…. Ugggh!"

"Is that so bad?" It was a little awkward and difficult to find the right words. 

"Not bad, just embarrassing. Fuck, you saw things I didn't want anyone from work to see. Like how are we supposed to work together now?"

"Come on Scotty, I have been following you for a few months now and did you notice any change. Don't we still kickass together?"

She smiled shyly. That was true. Nothing drastic happened in between. Maybe she was a little too dramatic. "Fair enough. It's just so strange that I'm fine with complete strangers, but with you it's like why am I so embarrassed by this?"

"Because we are friends. Don't sweat it, it's not like you also had fantasies about me." He laughed, but stopped death when he saw her face turning red and her eyes avoiding him. "No fucking way? You do?"

"Go fuck yourself, Soap!" 

"Only if you help." He teased getting slightly closer to her. His chest pressing on her arm. Her hand was dangerously close to his crotch. She swore he did that on purpose, so she could feel the small hardness. 

"You really get worked up with nothing, MacTavish." She purred. 

"Well I'm curious to know what I was doing in your fantasies now. After everything I saw, there's many options. Choking you?"

"No, that with someone else." He was taken aback by this answer. But her grabbing his balls through his pants gave him a reality check. "Although, having sex while at work is one of them. You know the fear of being caught by Price… or Ghost. Wouldn't it be terrible if they found you ball deep inside me?"

"Fucking hell, how the fuck did I never knew this side of you!" By now Soap was so hard, his cock was begging for space. Scotty winked at him and dragged him to a storage room. They were in one of the least used parts of the base, if anyone caught them it was only because they needed to access this very specific storage room. Which was in itself barely used. Door barely closed behind her, Soap was already all over her. Kissing her lips as if he would never taste them ever again, his hands holding her against him, running everywhere under her shirt. His hips humping on her. If he could fuck her without wasting time removing clothes he would. But these damn pieces of clothes were in the way. His breath was heavy and warm against her neck when he finally broke the kiss. 

"Someone is more excited about this than I expected." She chuckled. Her hands grabbed his shirt and pulled him off revealing his bare chest, warm to the touch. She ran her fingers over him, his muscles twitching at the soft lingering. 

"Like a dream come true." Soap hoped that Ghost would forgive him for apparently being the first one to get her. Scotty kneeled in front of him, hands caressing his tight from down up to release his cock. It flipped out so hard and ready to be used. Soap moaned softly in relief. She smiled amused. Scotty then reached for her pocket and handed him her phone. He looked surprised. 

"I won't ask you to be part of this, but…" She bit her lip. Soap was so weak to this that he was ready to say yes to whatever she wanted. "Can you at least take some pictures or videos of me? That's gonna make some good content." 

"Yes!" The word got lost in a groan as she started to stroke him, slow and steady. She licked the tip, pressing her lips on it before taking half of his cock in her mouth. "Oh fuck!" He let out holding himself to the shelves next to them. She knew exactly what to do, he was scared to come too fast. He had to control himself because there was so much more he wanted. He didn't have to wonder how far she could go, she showed her throat capability in the past, but how did it feel? He craved that so bad. His grip let go of the shelves to hold the back of her head and pushed Scotty even deeper on him. Her nails dug in the fabrics of his pants as she allowed herself to relax to take him till her nose touched his skin. That deserved a picture. As much as he enjoyed this, he pulled back.

"Don't want to spoil the fun time yet. Get these pants off. Now."

The spark of lust that glimmered in her eyes when he said that. To wonder how she kept it so straight when she was getting orders from her superiors. Scotty did as told. Soap handed her back the camera so he could get a hold of her thighs. She didn't have to ask what he would do, it was far obvious when kneeled and plunged his face in her cunt. He ate her out with so much greediness. She could barely keep her voice down as his tongue worked around her clit, pushing in and out. Going slow and fast the next seconds. Scotty had to hold herself on the shelves as her body was sinking down overwhelmed by his work. "Aahh..  fuck Soap! So good." 

"Say my name. Real name." He said between two gasps of air. 

"Hmmm… Johnny, please don't stop!" His name sounded like a blessing coming from her. Holy shit he never thought that he would enjoy this that much. Soap had heard her moans before in videos, but live? In person? He couldn't get harder than he was! His cock twitched every time his name crossed her lips. Scotty reached her climax, almost letting herself fall from her body releasing the tension that builded. Soap grabbed her by the legs lifting her up and keeping her in place against the cold metal shelves. He took the phone back from her hand. 

Scotty didn't have time to complain, he pushed his cock inside her still sensitive cunt. A loud moan echoed in the room. "I'm sure your fans will enjoy that view." Soap smirked. After a few snaps, he threw the phone on the shelves, held her with both hands and roughly pounded her. Scotty wrapped her legs around him for more support but she still had to hold into the shelves to not fall on the ground from his hard fucking. The shelves creaked under their weights: some of the boxes moved from the initial position, papers fell to the floor. They had no care in the world, someone might as well walk in they wouldn't have flinched. They were both too drunk on each other to think about anything else. Soap buried his face in the crook of her neck, panting hard. He was so close. "Come on Scotty, say my name one more time!" 

"Johnny!" She moaned. She grabbed into him as she felt her own climax about to release. "Harder Johnny, I'm so close! Johnny!"

That is all it took for him to spill himself inside her. That was the best fuck he had in long time. They stayed in each other's arms the time their heartbeat would come down. Sweat rolling down their back, they looked at each other before laughing. None of them could believe they just fucked their best friend. 

Later that day, Ghost was back home. After a quick meal and a shower, he was lazily watching tv. Another boring night. He caught himself checking his phone quite often for any notifications. Nothing new. Not that he desperately wanted more, but he hoped that the fact that Soap and him knew her secret wouldn't stop her from doing what she seemed to love. Maybe after her next post he should quit. Just make sure she was still up to do it. It was close to midnight when he heard the notification. She had posted! Ghost was a little happier than expected. Before looking at it, he promised himself that this would be the last time. 

He read the post. Sorry for the wait, work was in the way. And so was my workmate ;). He frowned. What workmate? Ghost carefully looked at the pictures attached to the post. God, she looked gorgeous in it. But, it was the whole workmate thing that did not sit well with him. It had to be someone from the military but who? The base was so big, it could be anyone. At first, he recognized the location, which meant she had no fear of doing this at work. Of course the man getting all the best of her wasn't shown. Not his face. But his forearms were… Ghost was on the edge of his seat. "Fucking bastard…" He raged. He would recognize this tattoo anywhere! The lieutenant never dialed Soap's phone this fast before. 

"Hey Gho-"

"What the fuck Johnny!" He cut him off. It was rare to hear the lieutenant yell or lose his cool. "You and Scotty fucked at the base?!"

"Oh shit you saw the pictures…"

"Yes you fucking dumbass! Didn't you think I would? How could to do this!"

"Hey easy Lt! You are acting weird now. Come on, a week ago you would have been totally fine with this and now you all worked up. The hell."

"Shut up Soap! You know I have a crush on her and you go play with her in my back."

"Wait what? You what now?" Ghost's words rang back in his head when he realized what he just confessed to Soap. He pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned. That was why he always tried to keep his emotions in check. The things that could be said under the influence of anything… "Ghost, did I really hear that right? You fancy Scotty!"

"Soap, you keep this for yourself or I swear you will regret this."

The next morning, Ghost was rather silent with both Scotty and Soap. Not that Scotty saw much different than usual. Soap on the other hand, was a little awkward. He was just having a casual normal conversation with her and he would see Ghost in the back eyeing him. The death glare through his mask, it was bone chilling. Scotty never noticed any of this and went on with her regular schedule. She hit the gym around the afternoon. It wasn't busy. Only a few people there. She did her usual reps for two hours before allowing herself a quick break. She scrolled on her phone, catching up on some comments. After posting not so revealing pictures of her flexing in the mirror, she got some requests for a more naughty setup around the gym. Maybe she could try? Looking around, she was almost alone, the storage room was barely used by anyone. The open gym was ok enough that when she had a chance she took a few selfies, emphasizing on her cleavage. Hard to get anything with a sports bra. 

As soon as the coast was clear, she nonchalantly made her way to the storage room. It was filled with some extra weights that were not used and some towels. Leaving the door just slightly open, her phone still could snap pictures without flash. Her tank top rolled up revealing her stomach, the zipper of her short open and pulled down so slightly you could see her v line. Whatever was sexy enough for her fans. Would she dare to go even more than? Her hand slided down to her cunt. She started to record. 

"Apparently working out doesn't stop the horniness." She chuckled, filming her fingers rubbing herself. Focused on what she was doing she didn't notice the door opening behind her. 

"Are you fucking serious!" A familiar voice made her jump. She held down a scream, but she still dropped her phone. She scrambled to get it back and stop everything. Her heart was pounding fast in fear. Ghost was standing there, with an expression she couldn't tell with his mask. Sending him the link to her OnlyFan had been embarrassing, finding out he was a subs and was about to meet her had been mortifying. But him catching her in the act of touching herself? Where was Death to take you when you needed it the most! Ghost closed the door behind him, plunging them in the dark till he turned on his flashlight from his phone. The atmosphere felt scary. "Because being fuck by Soap wasn't enough, you have to have to touch yourself at work. Fucking hell." 

"Y-you saw… Oh fuck right…" How could she have forgotten! Ghost closed the little distance between them. Scotty was now stuck between the wall and him. He towered over her in such a menacing way… Why was she so turned on by this! "It was just a fling with him. Nothing serious! We just blew some steam, that's it!" 

"I don't give a shite about it." He pressed himself even more against her, her breasts squeezed on his chest. 

"L-lieutenant… you are a little too close." She bit her lip. Her hips instinctively rolled. His hand grabbed into her waist to keep her in place. His forehead rested on hers. Ghost was trying so hard to keep control of himself. 

"Why did it have to be him and not me? Won't you give your lieutenant a chance?" He held her up with his knee raising between her legs, his other hand cupping her cheek like he was about to kiss her. His thumb brushed close to her throat making up her whimper involuntarily. Ghost chuckled and pushed his knee even more. Scotty grinded on it, her body being sparked up. It was not that she didn't want to give him a chance, she simply wasn't sure that he would truly be up for this. But she also feared that giving in to him would… mix up her feelings more than they were. She could finally get close to him, touch him. He was only wearing a t-shirt, his arms naked and muscles tensing under touch as she grabbed into him. He was probably on his way to train when he noticed the door and went to check. 

"Maybe I gave him a chance because he doesn't intimidate me." She moaned.

"Is that so? I won't bite you know. Unless you want me too." That was the thing about following her account. He got to know all the secrets that would get worked up. She could try to hide it, but he knew. All of it. "I wonder if I could also fuck you stupid. I bet Johnny did not." 

Scotty imagined this situation. Many times. And none were as close as this! Nothing could compare to the real thing and she was about to give in even easier than she gave in with Soap. "I bet you won't either." The sergeant taunted him.

She was playing with fire. Ghost took her challenge on. "You like being choked, don't you?" He said this more as an affirmation than a question. His fingers wrapped around her neck, slightly pressing. His hand that was resting on her waist ran down to plunge in her shorts. She was already so wet he easily pushed two fingers in. Scotty squirmed under his touch with a weak moan. "Keep it low sergeant, you don't want anyone else to show up." 

His fingers pumped carefully out first, he savored to be able to touch like this at last. All these videos where he watched doing the work, it was now his turn. Her cunt was so dripping he had no choice but to go faster. He could feel her clenching on him as if she wanted to keep him inside. "Would you be kind enough to give me a hand, love?" 

She nodded, her hand searching for an access to the inside of his sweatpants. After a little struggle, she had her grip on him. She stroked slowly but firmly. Ghost grunted. He wanted more, but he also wanted her to cum as much as she could. A difficult task. He wanted to fill her up, stretch her with his cock, and hear her sweet moan in real life. "Come on Scotty, be a good girl and come for me. Now."

"C-can you use my name?" Her gaze avoided him. So many times she dreamed of how her name would sound rolling out his tongue.

"Come for me, Camille." Her body twitched. The way he emphasized her name! It took only a few more thrusts for her to reach her orgasm. She held her moan down. Ghost's hand never moved from her cunt, the one around her throat let go. He lifted his mask just enough to free his lips and then lifted her top and bra to have access to her breasts. He sucked on her nipple and massaged the other tit. His fingers started to move again inside her. 

"Fuck Ghost." Scotty breathed. He hummed on her skin giving her the chill down her spine. She bucked her hips on him. "More please!" 

He didn't wait, Ghost went two steps faster, filling her with four fingers while his thumb circled her clit. She grabbed his shoulder. He was glad he still had his shirt on because she would have dug in his skin otherwise. Scotty came around him, muffling her moan in his shoulder. His hands moved away and she let herself slide slightly on the wall. He looked at her for a moment. It was strange to think she was beautiful at this moment; she was beautiful all the time to be fair. But it was how close he was, how he could make up all the details of her face, her voice… her everything. He wanted her. More than sexually, Ghost wanted her for himself. Even though this sounds bad. But it was true, all the sudden this moment who should have been a one time thing turned into more. Ghost didn't want this to be one time. He wanted it all the time, to be close to her all the time. 

He grabbed on her leg, lifting it up so he could have access to her cunt. Ghost positioned the tip at the entrance, teasing her. Scotty squirmed, wanting more than that. He smiled, before his lips pressed against hers and he pushed himself inside. She moaned silently in their kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck just like her legs around his waist. He started to pound her slowly to find his anchor. "You have no idea how much I love you." He breathed after the kiss. 

Scotty opened her mouth to ask what he meant, but any words were dissolved in moans that she tried to keep down. He held her with a firm grip forcing himself deeper inside her. Thrusting hard till her wetness overflowed on them, making the most lustful noise. Even with the door closed, someone would still be able to make out what was going on in there. His legs could barely hold both of them anymore. He slowly let themselves fall on the floor, never removing his cock from her warmth nor pouding. When he had her lay down on the cold floor, his hands grabbed on her breasts, squeezing them, playing with them, pinching her nipples. Ghost had his hands full. So soft and warm. Even better than all he could ever imagine. He fucked her even harder in the more relaxed position. Till he came inside her, grunting in her neck. 

They remained like this for a minute. No move, coming down from the high of their orgasm and panting hard. That was some workout. "Ghost?"

"Hmm?"

"What do you mean by how much you love me?" Scotty felt him tensing. It was inevitable that she would ask him this. He hated that he used these words in such a situation. Because of course it raised the question. What is her or her body? Was it only the sex or more? 

"I don't think now is the good time to talk about feelings. Maybe later, around the table with a drink."

Thankfully it was almost the end of the day by then and the wait hadn't been so much of a torture. It also gave enough time to Ghost to try to figure out what he should say, how to explain himself. Expressing himself was not his forte. Scotty on her side didn't try to think too much of it, but  as per her usual the way he proposed to talk felt like… perhaps there was a chance. They met at the pub after work. The ambiance was relaxed, it would be another hour or two before it would pack up. They sat at a corner table, a fake sense of intimacy. They had their fair share of drinks before, but never the two alone. And never after all that unfolded. One of them would have to speak up. "So… what now?" She said after a shot. "What's the deal Lieutenant?"

"Deal is, it's much easier to shoot people then to talk to them." He fidgeted with his glass, avoiding looking at her. A rare thing from him who was never afraid to keep eye contact. 

"Should I give you a gun?"

"Hell no!" She could see the smile on his face despite the mask. "Ugh I don't know where to start." 

"I know where. What about why the fuck did you even hang around my OnlyFan? I didn't think that was something you were interested in."

"I'm not. I was just in you." She was surprised by the answer. "Alright, you know I'm direct, no need to twist everything. So here's the deal. I fancy you. That was even before you slipped up with that link. I ignored it at first but… I got curious."

"Next thing you knew you were down the rabbit hole. I get it. Now what if…. I… also fancy you?" His eyes sparked open. 

"You better not fucking with me."

"We kind of already did." He chuckled. That was true. "But no seriously Ghost. I do like you too. A lot. However…. If we ever do something out of this, should I… you know stop my outside of work activities?"

"No. If you like this, please keep doing it. But, if you are to be mine, no more shagging around with strangers. Or Soap."

"Yeah I can work with that, sir." Not exactly the most romantic thing, but they didn't need more. This was enough. And in the end, they both got what they wanted.