#BUT I DONT KNOW HOW TO WRITE SMUT

[demonbarberofbeepbeep]

hurt/comfort lucy barker save me

[v1sexual]

Gym buddy Vi ! Head-canons + small blurb 𖦹

sfw & nsfw ! nsfw under the cut !

note :

this is lowkey ass guys im not even gonna lie :,) i haven’t written for a year so im really rusty 🫡 anyways ,, hope u guys enjoy ! (my asks are open as well <3)

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sfw !

Gymbuddy Vi! Who you always had teeny tiny crush on after seeing her absolutely go nuts on one of the punching bags.

Gymbuddy Vi! Whose first encounter with you was when she saw you deadlifting and noticed your form was a bit off so she decided to walk up to you and give you a couple of pointers.

Gymbuddy Vi! Who you found out lived in the same apartment complex as you.

Gymbuddy Vi! Who always helped you out at the gym. Whether it’s spotting, helping you with weights, or motivating you to do another rep.

Gymbuddy Vi! Who agreed to teach you a bit of kickboxing when you begged her to, after watching her totally wreck the punching bag.

Gymbuddy Vi! Who texts you if you’re going to the gym then waits for you outside your door, and drops you off at your door after the gym session.

Gymbuddy Vi! Who brings you pre-workout, protein shakes, or an energy drink everytime you go the gym.

Gymbuddy Vi! Who was totally not looking at how your ass looked in those cute mini biker shorts.

nsfw !

Gymbuddy Vi! Who can’t help but gawk at your breasts that one time you decided to change right in front of her. Her eyes focused on your chest as you wiped the sweat with your shirt.

Gymbuddy Vi! Who only took her eyes off you when you cleared your throat, you raised an eyebrow at her. An amused look present at your face.

Gymbuddy Vi! Who apologized and pulled a crappy excuse out her ass and started changing.

Gymbuddy Vi! Whose eyes found its way back to you, and boy was she surprised to see you bent over slipping your gym short off revealing the pink thong you wore underneath.

Gymbuddy Vi! Who was lowkey disappointed when you immediately put some sweatpants on.

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“You alright vi?” you called out, still in your sports bra. Vi hummed, slowly peeling her eyes off you. She took her shirt off, your eyes went wide as you got a clear view of the tattoo on her back.

“I didn’t know your back tattoo was that big,” you called out, slipping a hoodie on. Vi turned her head towards you, “Wanna see it up close?” she teased.

You shrugged and started walking towards her. “Can I touch you?” You asked, Vi raised an eyebrow and you immediately stumbled on your words. “I meant your back- I just wanted to take a closer peak at the tattoo. The design just looked really-“

Vi lets out an amused laugh and turned her back on you, “Go ahead shortcake. I don’t mind.”

Rolling your eyes, you placed your hand on her back. Gently tracing the intricate pattern of her back tattoo. As an art major, you’ve always loved seeing unique designs be it on canvas, digital art, or tattoos. Tattoos are what piques your interest the most though, you loved how all tattoo designs are personal, you loved how the intricate pattern of ink on a person’s skin tells a story.

Vi lets out a low groan which pulled you from your thoughts, you quickly took your hand off her back.

“Sorry,” you murmured. Eyes still fixed on Vi’s back. Vi turned to look at you, her cheeks flushed and goosebumps littered her skin. “It’s alright shortcake, I didn’t mind.”

You and Vi stared at each other for what felt like forever, and the next thing you know you were pinned against the lockers. Vi’s face a couple inches away from yours. You could feel her breath on your lips, her eyes never left yours as she slowly leans in.

When Vi’s lips met yours you were caught off guard. You expected her kiss to be hard and rough, but instead her lips moved softly against yours. Her hands resting on your waist as you wrapped your arms around her neck.

“I’ve been waiting forever to do that,” Vi whispered against your lips as you broke from the kiss. You gave her a cheeky smile, “Took you long enough.”

Your lips met again, but this time the kiss was harder. Vi slipped her hands inside your jacket, feeling the soft skin of your stomach. You let your head rest against the locker when Vi buried her head in your neck. She started leaving trails of small soft kisses on your skin as her hands rest just below the strap of your bra.

“Can I—“ Before Vi could even finish her sentence, the locker room door slammed open. She immediately stepped back and quickly put on a shirt just before a couple of girl entered the room. They didn’t pay you two any mind and started gathering their things.

Vi quickly grabbed both of your gym bags, her free hand clasped yours as she leads you out of the locker room. “How about we continue this at home?” She whispered, leaning down to your ear level. You rolled your eyes playfully and hummed in response, as you two walked hand in hand towards your apartment.

[saltstarzz]

“𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐱 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐎𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮,”

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: clingy!gojo x AFAB reader, SFW + NSFW. SFW: cuddling + kissing + silliness + touching + close proximity NSFW: pussy eating + rough pace + creampie + breeding kink + brief pregnancy mention + whining + pleading + aftercare

𝐚/𝐧: hello, this is technically my first post here and my first fic. had Gojo brainrot and needed to write it.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐅𝐖

clingy!gojo never once saw himself being a clingy lover by any means. He was a busy man, and never tended to stay in one place for too long, and never stayed with one person for too long either. Until you came crashing into his life.

suddenly, clingy!gojo is practically begging the higher-ups to let him stay just a little longer in japan so he can stay with you for just an extra day or so.

If clingy!Gojo had problems with personal space before, it absolutely skyrockets when you two begin dating. he's always so close to you. a couple inches to your hip, or behind you. trails alongside you when you two go out, always in your personal space by barely inches.

always has to be touching you. it's practically habit now for clingy!gojo to slip an arm around your waist to hug you closer to him or intertwine your fingers, or even sling his arm around your shoulder. he does it so much that even his students grow used to it, expecting their teacher to always be attached to your hip whenever you're around.

clingy!gojo takes initiative with every date he plans. it's always extravagant or extremely childish like a trip to an amusement park on a summer afternoon or a fancy restaurant out on a boardwalk, there's no middle ground. he's giddy and on the day of the outing, he's up under you, constantly prattling on about his plans for day while practically hip to hip.

clingy!gojo was frivolous before you started dating, and it's absolutely ramped up now that you're together. oftentimes, your shopping trips come out to thousands of yen, and clingy!gojo doesn't even bat an eye. get that cute bag you've been looking at, or those pairs of shoes you saw online, he'll cover it. sometimes, when he's away on missions overseas, he comes back with piles of souvenirs for you, all nonsensical little trinkets that reminded him of you like stickers of the American flag or pins from Spain.

and finally, when clingy!gojo is forced on a mission that takes him away from you, even for a week, he blows up your phone with nonsensical messages about his day and calls you any chance he gets. quick short sentences telling you about a bird he saw or that he stubbed his toe, and long calls where sometimes you two aren't even talking. you'll be cooking with the TV in the back and he's riding public transport, but it's the fact you two are somewhat connected, even miles away that puts clingy!gojo at ease.

“Satoru, we talked about this,” you chuckle softly, looking down at the piles and piles of trinkets and souvenirs piled up on the dining table. Keychains, and pins, and even bottle openers and handfuls of stamps, all from Brazil. “We don't have any room for more souvenirs,” you remind him gently.

And unsurprisingly, Satoru is pouting. His back straight as he stares down at the piles of souvenirs on the dining table like he's mourning the fact he can't take a stray pet home. His lips juts out and his hip is practically touching yours.

“Honey...” you gently begin but Satoru cuts you off by gently sliding out a long keychain beneath the pile.

“We can't even keep this one?” he asks, his free hand sliding into yours.

It's a keychain with your name emblazoned onto it in white text with a cheap background of a Brazilian beach. The plastic is scratched up, but there's clearly thought taken to it.

You sigh. You've never been good at telling Satoru no, especially not now with his lip jutted out and his blue eyes shimmering at you behind his blue glasses.

“Fine...”

NSFW below this cut: Minors, please DNI

: ̗̀➛ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

clingy!gojo is on an absolute mission when you two have sex. it's never routine and clingy!gojo is absolutely happy to do it. falls to his knees at the edge of the bed with your legs loosely over his shoulders and he sucks and licks and eats at your pussy like it's all he knows how to do. (bonus points if it's just after a mission)

clingy!gojo adores everything about your pussy. thinks about it constantly and when he's got it, he focuses on nothing but it. drives two of his long fingers deep into you, one at a time while he works you up to it with his tongue and slow, deep plunges. absolutely talks you through it too, nonsensical rambling consisting of a lot of L-bombs and praises, while he licks and toys with your clit.

clingy!gojo fucking loves foreplay. adores touching you and kissing over your breasts or along your tummy or running his hands up and down your sides to send goosebumps on your skin. it's his favorite thing in the entire world.

when you and clingy!gojo do end up fucking though, clingy!gojo is an absolute puddle. the moment the tip is in, clingy!gojo practically melts. his shoulders relax and his long white lashes flutter and he's groaning. thrusts all the way in the moment he feels your pussy flutter around his tip.

clingy!gojo buries his face into your shoulder while you two have sex, or into the crook of your neck. his hips are driving his cock into you over and over again at a quick and hard pace that's so mind numbingly good, you two are both basically brainless.

clingy!gojo 1 billion percent holds your hands while you fuck. intertwines your fingers with his and even kisses your knuckles or your fingers. such a big hand holder.

clingy!gojo is extremely vocal during sex too. whining about how tight you are, and how much he loves your pussy. his voice rarely cracks, but he's an absolute mess and he can't help it. pleads with you to let him go a little deeper or to let him cum inside, with the latter being on days when it's been too long since you two have had sex.

and clingy!gojo isn't even super kinky, but the days that you're safe and he can cum inside, clingy!gojo takes full advantage of it. mumbles and pleads with you to let him put a baby in you. not to give his clan an heir, but just to let him. he wants to see your tummy round and growing bigger with each passing month and that's enough to get his cock twitching. he knows you can't, given birth control or simple safe days, but he loves the idea, melts when he thinks about it.

when clingy!gojo does finally cum, he cums for a long ass time. cock nestled deep into your pussy, as rope after rope of cum flows freely into you. he's shaking through it all and sucking in breaths through his teeth, until he can finally relax.

clingy!gojo, no matter how vanilla or rough your night can be, always includes aftercare. though he doesn't specifically call it aftercare, clingy!gojo does it every night. gets you all cleaned up, rubs out any tension in your hibs or if you've had a particularly rough night, he rubs his hands soothingly over your ass. prepares a bath for you if it's harder to stand, or a shower for you both. changes out the sheets, and cuddles you throughout the night, practically crushing you under his weight.

“Satoru-- Nnh, shit!”

Deep plunge after deep plunge, you can feel the head of his cock pressing just right on a little spot inside of you. It hits its mark right every single time, and has your vision going fuzzy. You're sopping wet, soaking little rings into his cock and wetting his white hairs with every deep thrust that brings you two hip to hip.

“Satoru!”

Your boyfriend has his head nestled into the crook of your neck, his fingers intertwined with yours, pressing them down into the satin sheets. He's panting and groaning into your skin, sweat rolling down in gentle droplets over his skin.

“Baby, please... Please, let me cum inside. Please, please, please. I can't pull out. I don't want to pull out...” he whines, his voice uncharacteristically high, full of whining and pleasing.

You're not surprised he'd ask you that. Satoru loved to cum inside and watch his seed flow out from your pussy before he licked you clean. But Satoru doesn't simply stop there tonight.

“I need to put a baby in you...”

Probably a slip of the tongue, but if Satoru meant to correct himself he never does. He lifts his head as his thrusts become even faster, feverish and needy. “I need you to have my kids, baby, I need every fucking drop inside you.”

[b1mbodoll]

I’m gonna cry plsssss more werewolf jake pls i need him so bad 😫

pairings: sim jaeyun x f! reader

warnings: werewolf! jake + predator / prey + knotting + spit / drool + anal + fingering + pussyjob ?? + biting

💌: you guys can blame lulu for the predator + prey / chase bit because she made me insane 🩷

werewolf! jake lives for the chase. he loves to hunt down his little human girlfriend in the woods, letting you get a headstart before running after you and using his canine instincts to track you down. his ears twitch at the sound of twigs snapping, inhaling deeply in the hopes of catching your scent and when he does, his tail wags behind him as he makes his way in your direction.

the fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins keep you going, pushing deeper and deeper into the maze of trees, panting heavily as exhaustion creeps up on you, much like, unbeknownst to you, jaeyun was as well.

he makes sure to keep quiet as he sneaks up on you, circling you like the apex predator he is. it’s quiet and you think you still have a fighting chance, until jake finally pounces, forcing you to submit. he uses his inhuman strength to pin you down, face down ass up before shredding your clothes. you do your best to look back at him and the sight almost scares you, he’s grinning wickedly and nearly salivating as he has his way with you.

you lay there, pliant and submissive while jake continues to feel you up, pawing at your tits with one hand as the other slides between your legs, your cunt dripping with arousal and it takes everything in you not to moan when the rough pads of his fingers circle your clit.

“you’re all mine,” jake starts, eyeing your holes. “i caught you. i can do whatever i want to you, right, pup?” although it’s a question, you know that no matter what you say to him he’ll use you however he pleases.

nonetheless you nod your head as best you can, grimacing at the feeling of the dirt beneath you. the werewolf smirks at your confirmation. “attagirl.”

his thick fingers slip inside of your messy cunt and you gasp at the intrusion, walls clamping around him as they fill you up and stretch you out. your juices coat the digits and he pulls them out only to rub the tight rim of your asshole, pushing his middle finger inside and groaning, making sure to lubricate your hole with your own slick.

although he’s impatient, jakey isn’t completely cruel. he knows his cock is big, maybe even too big for you, so he finishes teasing your hole and mounts you, gliding his length between your pussy to collect more of your arousal.

it’s thick and wet between your folds, precum dribbling steadily from his tip and you reach for it, using your hand to completely drench his dick and minimize the discomfort of what’s about to happen.

“that’s a good pup — fuck — keep strokin’ my cock, just like that.” your hand falters at the praise, mind foggy as fatigue takes its toll on your body. “unless you want it to hurt, i don’t mind.” he sneers.

you can’t bring yourself to continue and jake takes that as your answer, pulling back to spit on your hole before lining his tip with your entrance. he places a palm on your asscheek, groping and pulling to watch the way your empty hole begs for him.

“gentle, jakey.”

he rolls his eyes. “yeah right.”

he forces his cock into your asshole, pushing deeper until you squeal and squirm. he’s only halfway in and you’re already crying? pathetic, he thinks. despite your struggling, he continues to fuck into you and you’re afraid he’ll break you from the girth. will you even be able to take his knot?

it seems you’re the only one worried; jake leans forward and presses his chest to your back, grunting and groaning in your ear as he thrusts into you at a rough pace. tears gather in your lashline, whimpering as he continues to stretch your hole more than you thought possible, driving his cock deep inside.

he nearly howls when you clench around him, his furry tail thumping on the ground and he begs you to do it again, his cock twitching when you obey.

jake’s orgasm hits him hard, dropping his head and resting it on your shoulder, his knot inflating and rope after rope of warm, sticky cum splashes within you, clinging to your walls. there’s so much of his seed in your ass with nowhere to go, the swollen bulge keeping the two of you locked together.

your wolfboy’s climax was intense and it leaves him drooling, his mouth falls open and his sharp canines are too close to your soft skin, making you squeeze him once again from the fear of them sinking into you.

the vice grip you have on him makes jake almost.. feral and he grounds himself by biting you, teeth tearing into your nape and he growls when you wince, only closing his eyes to wait out his knot after you relax and allow him to keep his canines within you.

[lost-in-fandoms]

This is inspired by my own post. Don't even look at me.

It's a long shot, and Daniel is perfectly aware of it as he rides the elevator up to Max's room, but he refuses to think too hard about it, afraid he will reconsider the sanity of it and turn back.

You see, they used to have this...thing, back in the day. It didn't happen often enough to give a name to it, but when Daniel got pole or won a race, Max would find him and get on his knees for him.

It had started in 2016, Max fresh faced and wide eyed, pulling him into the bathroom of the club they were in. Not in Monaco, not even Max was bold enough for that, but in Malaysia. It had been hot and wet, and Daniel had tangled his fingers in Max's sweaty hair, pulling hard enough to make tears spring in his blue eyes, before coming down his throat.

Their thing had always been one way only. Max had been the one getting on his knees, and Daniel had never offered to get him back. It had been a relief, when Max had started winning more than him, he didn't want to owe blowjobs that often. Not that Max would have hold him to that if Daniel didn't want to, but it would have been a matter of pride, and justice, or whatever.

Daniel has spent a lot of time in the last couple of years thinking about it. Not much about the act itself, even if he has gotten off to the memories of Max's mouth more times than he can count, but about the whole concept of it. He had started wondering if it had been Max's first (debatable, kid had been too sure of himself, but again Max always was), if Max had wanted more (probably, he had seen the looks he would get on his face sometimes), why Max had never tried to talk to him about it. Why Daniel, arguably the more mature of the two, hadn't done it. If Max still thought about it too. If he thought about it as much as Daniel did.

The last time they had done this it had been Monza, in 2021. Max had shoved in his motorhome, flushed and furious, and had sucked Daniel off with such a passionate drive it had felt like maybe he was trying to get Daniel's soul too. Or like maybe he was trying to suck Daniel's P1 out of him through his dick. It had been one of the best blowjobs of his life, had left him dazed and panting on the couch while Max had bit out a congratulations and stormed out again, his shoulders just marginally less stiff.

And now Daniel is in front of Max's door, with a P5 that feels like a P1, feeling like he's going to be taking a step right out of a plane.

He hears shuffling when he finally knocks, and it's only when he hears Max open the door that the uncertainty hits him in full force. He has not thought this through at all. Or well, he has, just not further than this. How do you ask someone "hey it's been almost three years but I would like to cash in a blowjob"??

Max looks...soft. He has a pair of sweats on, one of his white tshirts, hair freshly washed and unstyled. The blank expression and small polite smile he's sporting when he opens the door, as if he was expecting to have to send someone away, immediately morph into a blinding smile when he spots Daniel. It's always been so easy, at least for Daniel, to make Max smile like that.

"Daniel!" he says, eyes crinkling, moving to the side to let Daniel in without having to be asked.

"Hello, Max."

His room is fairly tidy, his luggage open in a corner with a few team shirts spilling out just as it had always been, but the blankets on the bed are all askew, a comfy little nest around Max's open laptop.

"Am I interrupting something?" Daniel asks, motioning towards it. He never knows when Max is working, watching something, or playing with his friends, but he hopes it's nothing important. If it's something important and Max sends him away, Daniel knows he will never find the guts to do this ever again.

"No," Max starts, then turns, smiling more, "well, yes. I was watching Lando's onboards. But they are not important now."

It hits him unexpectedly hard, the casual acknowledgement that Daniel's presence is more important than whatever Max was already planning for his evening. It's nothing new, but it's been a while since Daniel has felt it, the way Max loves him so simply. Since he has felt deserving of it.

Something must show on his face, because Max's smile turns soft as he sits down on the couch near the window, patting the space next to him for Daniel to join him.

"Why are you here?" From anyone else, it would sound rude, but Daniel has been used to Max's bluntness since day one, misses it sometimes these days, now that he's a little more careful with it, so he knows Max only means exactly what he's asking.

Daniel also knows this could be the moment to bring it up, his request, but it feels wrong to just barge in on Max's evening, get an orgasm and leave. Back then he would have done it, but they're both different people now.

"I wanted to see you, Maxy," he says, aiming for joke and hitting fond instead. It's not a lie, but the way Max goes all pink and pleased feels too dangerous for his heart, so Daniel redirects. "P2, yeah?"

It's enough to set Max off, talking about corners and turns and steering and this car. Not my car, Daniel notes. He's not surprised by the difference, but he wonders if Max means to make it so obvious, how he feels about this year's car. Or maybe Daniel is just really versed in Max-speak.

He also notices the tension around his eyes a couple of times, when Max mentions the team, and if it was another night he maybe would have asked; it never took much for Max to tell Daniel things, especially when he was unhappy about something. But today he got P5, and something about the blush growing on Max's cheeks as he gets more and more animated, making his eyes looks even more blue, firmly sets him back on jumping off the plane and send it plans.

He waits for Max to slow down a little, then nudges his calf with his foot, enjoying the way Max immediately reacts by jabbing a finger into Daniel's side, tension disappearing from his face.

"P5 is not P2, but it's still pretty good, right?"

Max's smile is his best one yet, all bright and proud as he nods, reaching for Daniel again to squeeze his shoulder.

"Of course, you have been very good today, Daniel! I am glad you are again feeling the car right."

Always so sweet and earnest. If he hadn't already teared up a little before press, face hidden in Blake's shoulder, Daniel would have probably done it now. As it is, he just smiles back, lets Max talk through his lap, quietly pleased by the knowledge that Max had obviously watched his onboard already, before Lando's. Maybe, if he dares to hope it, even before George's.

It's probably that, feeling like he's still important to Max, what gives him the confidence to throw things into motion.

"Feels like a P1, mate."

For a split second, he doesn't know what to expect. Will Max understand what he means? Maybe Max has not been thinking about their past times together, maybe saying P1 will mean nothing to him, maybe he will just go on another rant on how different P1 is of course from P5. Or maybe he will understand Daniel, and he will just slide off the couch and onto his knees, and Daniel won't have to say anything else.

Max, obviously, because he's Max, does neither thing.

His expression changes, something focused and pinched, as he tilts his head a little and stares at Daniel, lips slightly pursed.

"You want to feel like P1?" he asks. To someone else it would sound like a perfectly normal question, but Daniel knows that Max has understood, because somehow Max always gets him, even now. He also knows that he will not get out of this without talking about it at least a little. They're both different people, he has to remind himself. He's not the only one who's changed.

He nods, because he's not one to go back on his steps when he's already decided to send it, but he doesn't say anything else.

Max still looks deep in thought.

"We..." he starts, then immediately changes trajectory, "I can. If that is what you want."

As if Daniel might have walked all the way over without wanting this, without wanting Max. He nods again, watches as Max shifts a little, eyes flicking down to Daniel's lap, then to his own hands. His ears are red.

"Why now?" he blurts out, fingers twisting together. "You have of course got P5 before, but you have never come to me."

For a second, Daniel feels breathless with the knowledge that this whole time, Max would have been willing. This whole time, he could have asked and Max would have said yes, even after all these years, even after his championships, even after 2022.

"It didn't feel the same," he answers, before adding in a whisper, a belated confession, "I missed you."

He sees the way Max's shoulders jolt, his head snapping up again, eyes wide and surprised. Daniel doesn't get it, they have said it before, but he doesn't get time to dwell on it before Max is smiling again, grabbing a pillow and gracelessly following it on the floor.

Suddenly, just from seeing Max on his knees, Daniel is half hard. No wanking memory could hold a light to the real thing, to Max, broad and solid and real.

He lets Max get his hands on his legs, spreading them gently and shuffling forward, fingers sliding up to his thighs. It's hard to swallow now, the air in the room suddenly heavy with anticipation.

"I have missed you," Max rasps, kneading at Daniel's legs, not even reaching for his waistband yet. "I have missed doing this for you."

Daniel closes his eyes, lets his head fall back, but he regrets it immediately when he realizes it means not looking at Max anymore. Max, who's now looking up at him, pupils blown and lips red. For a moment, Daniel wishes things were different, wishes this thing was one where they kissed too, where he got to drag Max in his lap and get to touch him, feel all the way he's different now.

"Up," is all Max says, breaking his dangerous train of thought, and Daniel just obeys, lifting his hips and letting Max take down his pants, leaving them pooled at his ankles.

He's sure he's imagining the sigh Max lets out, the way his fingers are trembling a little when they reach just barely inside his underwear, grazing the top of his thigh.

And then Max leans forward and licks over one of Daniel's tattoos.

The sound Daniel lets out is a mix of a yelp and a moan. He can feel the little shit smiling against his skin, right before he does it again, adding a bite at the end, followed by an apology kiss, and this too is different from how they used to do it, quick and dirty, straight to the prize. Daniel is not going to complain.

Max takes his time, kissing and licking his way up his tattoos, until his nose hits the side of Daniel's clothed dick, now well on its way to fully hard.

"Hello," Max whispers, like a nerd, flashing a cheeky smile up at Daniel, who's tempted to swat at him until Max opens his mouth and wraps his lips around the head of his cock, underwear and all.

Daniel barely has time to squeak out a curse, hips bucking up in surprise, before Max steps back, smile gone. When he looks up again, he looks so intensely hungry Daniel struggles to swallow, and for his next revelation of the day, he understands that the gangly and overenthusiastic teenager who had drooled all over his dick in a club in Malaysia must have gained quite a lot of experience since then.

He refuses to analyze how that makes him feel, at least for now.

Max doesn't waste any more time, luckily, since Daniel is now hot and straining, making quick work of Daniel's boxers and of putting his mouth on him. For a second, with Max's lips around his tip, Daniel gets thrown back in time, and maybe things are not so different after all. Then Max takes a breath and sinks all the way down.

"What the...shit!" Daniel swears, scrambling for something to hold onto and finding Max's shoulders, as his brain goes completely blank, fuzzy with static and pleasure.

Yes, Max has definitely gotten more experience, because what the fuck is this. He's still enthusiastic, moaning and drooling around Daniel, tongue swirling as if his dick is some sort of delicacy, but the technique is different now. It's like he graduated in cock sucking or something, like he's trying to prove he's not only a racing champion, but a sex champion, or maybe like he's trying to kill Daniel. Or all three together.

Daniel knows he's being loud, moans and swears tumbling from his lips without hope of being restrained, but it seems to only spur Max on, as he fucking deepthroats him again with no sign of gagging. What the fuck.

"Max, Maxy, babe," Daniel tugs at Max's hair, struggling to string enough words together to let him know that, embarrassingly, he's already close, but all that does is make Max moan, the vibration of it feeling like sparks up Daniel's back.

Luckily, Max seems to still get the message though, because he lets up a little, gently suckling at Daniel's tip, pressing a kiss to it before pulling back completely to look up at Daniel.

He's like a vision, cheeks red and eyes bright, mouth spit slicked and a bit swollen, hair falling on his forehead, and Daniel's desire to kiss him comes back in full force. Again, almost as if he was reading it on Daniel's face, Max stops that particular train of though.

"Can I swallow?" Max asks, voice rough, as if it is a totally normal question and not a way to make Daniel feel like he's going to die on the spot.

"Do you want to?" Somehow, Daniel's voice is worse than Max's, all breathy and fucked up, and he can see Max being pleased about it. Menace.

"I always want to."

Max always used to, even back then, but Daniel had never questioned if it was because he thought that was how it was supposed to be or because he wanted to. Having the answer now is devastating. He groans, letting his head fall back and nodding weakly, hoping Max will just have mercy on him and finally kill him, but it doesn't seem good enough for the other, who reaches up to grab Daniel's chin, gently but firmly pulling his head back down.

"Yes?"

Daniel is acutely aware he had never explicitly asked for consent before, and neither had Max.

Things are different now.

"Yes."

It doesn't take long after that, Max throwing himself back into it like a man starved, and Daniel falling apart under him, unable to control his hands, his hips or the volume of his voice. He swears Max moans when Daniel finally comes down his throat, shaking and twitching as Max sucks him through it. He's still dazed and out of it while Max helps him back into his clothes, fondly patting his dick before tucking it in, and he can only watch as Max hauls himself to his feet again, wincing slightly, and dropping back on the couch next to Daniel.

"Good?" Max asks, because he's a nerd and a little shit.

Daniel limply hits him with his eyes still closed, feeling himself smile in response to Max's laugh.

This is different too, he distantly thinks. Usually it was Max coming to him, and he would always leave immediately after, never hanging out for Daniel's comedown. Now, when he finally opens his eyes, Max is curled up next to him, still looking flushed and happy. Still obviously hard.

Things are different now, Daniel reminds himself, checking with himself for a second as he reaches forward to tap on Max's knee.

"Want help with that?"

[prettyboykatsuki]

premeditated | i. yoichi + i. rin

✭ tags ; cucking, like explicit cucking, isagi cucking rin, praise + soft dom isagi, rin having horrible realizations, this is all very consensual rin just many psychological problems, fem + afab!reader, petnames, voyeurism. 18+

✭ wc ; 2.4k

✭ a/n ; do you ever feel so consumed with a single thought you can't stop thinking about it until its Out Of You.

✭ synopsis ; rin lets isagi fuck you. isagi likes seeing you squirm.

Rin doesn't know why he agreed to this.

Watching you now, embarrassed as you shimmy out of you shorts and let Isagi see you partly naked, Rin doesn't know whats going through his head. He doesn't know if he ever will.

His relationship to Isagi has always been a complicated affair. The suggestion of Isagi fucking his girlfriend had been brought up in jest. But not really. Because Rin knows how Isagi looks at you like he wants to steal you from Rin's grasp. Typical of an egoist, of a striker.

Rin hates to lose. He hates things that are lukewarm. He hates his brother for being such a dick and he hates Isagi for looking at you like that. He hates it for so many reasons.

He can't bring himself to hate you, though. Maybe that's part of the problem. It's easier to push the responsibility onto someone else when it comes to stuff like this, but he can't do that with you. You had asked so many times if he was fine with the idea.

Not immune to Isagi's goading, Rin had agreed in the end. For reasons he's not interested in exploring.

Isagi is different to him. This is obvious, always - made apparent to anyone who's seen them in the same room. Rin knows this and he doesn't care. He's a better player than Isagi where it matters.

It doesn't change the fact that they're different. It becomes obvious when he watches Isagi watch you - as he's seated in a chair across the room with his arms crossed. It's unmistakable that Isagi is directing most of his attention you, wearing a friendly smile to help ease your nerves.

But he's looking at Rin, too. Rin notices. He couldn't not notice even if he tried.

Isagi sits on the edge of the bed and waits for you to get undressed to your comfort. You take off your shorts first, then your top - and the set you're wearing is matching. Isagi whistles. Rin grits his jaw. This is stupid.

"Woah," Isagi says, breathless - all the air knocked out of his lungs "Look at you,"

There's a shock of pride that threads through him that Rin doesn't dare express. He does watch on as you flush, his eyes fixed on your expression. You seem shy, almost, at the attention. Isagi notices too, then smiles at you. It's warm and friendly, and Rin doesn't know why it's fucking with him the way it is.

"I mean it," Isagi affirms, reaching out for your hand. He kisses your knuckles, a warbly smile on his face that has you blinking at him slowly "You're really pretty,"

"Oh uhm," You glance at Rin, then back to Isagi "Thank you, Isagi."

"Yoichi," He corrects and your eyes go wide.

"Oh. Thats,"

"You can't?" Isagi offers. It catches you off guard. He's teasing you. Rin does it too, sometimes. When he can't swallow his affection for you, Rin will tease you. Just sometimes, when he can manage.

"It's," You flush like you don't know what to say "Sorry, I'm just embarrassed."

"That's okay," Isagi says, and he means it because he has no intention to be anything but nice to you "Just focus on me."

You look worried, ashamed. You glance at Rin and his expression is the same. Unreadable. You almost seem disappointed and something about that is stifling.

"Okay,"

It's unusual. You're not meek, ever. You pick fights with Rin just fine. You're always straight about your advances and your feelings. There's gaps to fill and you do so without any effort. With Isagi you're flush and nervous. Isagi anchors you, his hand coming around the back of your thigh. He squeezes the skin of your body gently, his hands traveling up. At your hip, putting his thumb in the waistband of your panties.

You squirm, and he brings you a little closer to him. You end up straddling one of his thighs. Rin doesn't know where to look. He feels like a voyeur of a relationship that doesn't exist. He doesn't know if he should feel angry or not.

No. He knows that he should, and he does - but not for the right reasons. Not even close to the right reasons.

He doesn't know how to manage the distinct feeling of lust inside of his stomach, burning through his body so rapidly it blindsides him. A knot in his stomach like he'll be sick. Isagi often talks to Rin like he knows something he doesn't and it never fails to anger Rin.

But right now, his eyes are so stuck on what's happening in front of him he can't breathe. Insecurity and shame and anger and sheer unadulterated desire coil themselves on his insides like vines. He doesn't have the courage to move, stuck in his chair. Isagi is tender. He touches you with a kind of affection Rin can't imagine expressing that easily.

And you keen. You hiccup and let Isagi touch you in whatever way he wants. It's permissive. Isagi kisses you and encourages you to kiss him back and Rin stares. He stares so long and so hard he doesn't know what to do.

For some unknown reason, Rin feels hot. He feels like his skin is burning up. It's almost nauseating to know it's something he can feel. You let Isagi sit you on his hard cock, obvious bulge in the loose pants he where. His eyes trickle down to where your bodies meet.

"So pretty," Isagi says, enthusiastic "Feels like my lucky day."

You whimper, almost and Isagi laughs. He whispers something into your ear that Rin only catches after. It travels in the air and falls in his lap.

"Lets let him see," He suggests. Your eyes widen but even in your hesitance, you trust Isagi. So, Isagi turns you around. You face Rin, suddenly - and everything is too much. He can stop this at any time. He knows that because you spent twenty minutes fussing. It's too much to know that. To know any of ths.

He doesn't move. Isagi looks at him, very seriously and says one thing.

"Don't move. Pay attention,"

To which can only really respond with "Fuck you."

But he can hear it too. It's effecting him. He hates how much, hates feeling it stir deep down in a place he'd never reach alone. If it were anyone else, Rin would be seeing red. He'd kill them for even suggesting it.

But it's Isagi, who glances at Rin with neither disdain or pride. It's not outright bullying. It's not the sort of egoism Rin is used too. It distinctly Isagi in nature. It reminds him a lot of Sae, in a way that's too twisted for him to examine.

His breath hitches, and Isagi hums. He cups your tits in his hands and squeezes them together, nose nudging your shoulder. Rin watches him grope you. You squirm in his lap while it happens and close your eyes - moan pretty and soft.

"Did you do what I asked you too?" Isagi offers. Your eyes flutter open. You look at Rin then look away.

"...Yeah. Was kinda embarassing," You say. Isagi laughs.

"Thank you for preparing yourself," He offers, so painfully sincere that you look giddy and Rin doesn't know what to do thinking about it. You touched yourself in the shower, waiting for this "I want to take my time with you but if I draw it out too long, well,"

He stares at Rin, this time. Smirks. Rin doesn't know what the fuck to do with himself. He doesn't know why he agreed to it. He's almost blinded with jealousy and anger, despite himself. He's forced to reconcile with how much he loves you in the worst way. He's forced to acknowledge that it's only Isagi that could ever get this far. Rin doesn't even want to think about that part of it.

"Don't think it would go well, is all," Isagi says, sounding so fucking smug. Rin seethes.

He watches, in spite of it.

Isagi is careful as he takes your panties off your legs. You let him. You're wet. It's all Rin can think of. It's so visible, cunt dripping with arousal and preening with need. Isagi gets an eyeful and looks stunned, his arm curled around your waist with a hand traveling between your legs. He toys with your clit, rubs your pussy with skillful hands.

You moan and Isagi grins all to himself.

"I feel lucky I get to do this once in my life," He admits. You laugh, so bubbly and so bright. Isagi makes you comfortable.

"You're so lame." You offer, affectionate. Rin grips the handle of his chair. It aches. Every one of his nerves his on fire. He wonders if this is some shitty nightmare his heads come up with to torment him.

Isagi grins up a little, turning your chin to kiss you.

"I'm happy, that's all. You're really cute. I like it,"

"Stop complimenting me," You whine, and it's true.

"Why?" Isagi asks. He lifts you enough to pull his cock out and it takes more will not to look than Rin would ever hope. "He doesn't compliment you? You've been dating for a while, yknow?"

Being addressed after having been ignored gives Rin whiplash. He opens his mouth to say something, but it falls closed as Rin looks at you. Despite the situation, you look like you love Rin and you mean it. It chokes him up. It drives him up a wall to know that.

And it dawns on him for the first time in his life, it's him who needs you and not the other way around.

"He's not the verbal type," You say. It's not a complaint. You're not even angry or upset. It's warm, affectionate "So I'm not used to it,"

"Wow," Isagi says, pushing the tip of his cock through your folds - slick. You moan, loud and shameless as it nudges your clit "You're so sweet."

"Yoichi," And something in Rin shatters. If it's shame or control, he has no idea - but it's psychological and tender. A nerve struck, bleeding and raw and sensitive to the touch.

And Isagi knows. He might've known the whole time. Rin is furious, seeing white. Worse, he's so fucking worked up it's driving him crazy - a feeling he can usually only access completely alone or with you but never any time else. He feels like he's being swept under a massive tide, sea water pulling him. Saltwater in his lungs, drying his skin.

Isagi, much like how he plays, has orchestrated that from the very beginning. Rin realizes too late that he never changes. This series of events is intentional and well-timed. Isagi brings out sides in people no one else ever sees. It's his ego to do so.

Rin feels his cock twitch against his legs.

He's never deluded himself. You're close with a lot his teammates. It's how you met. Isagi is no exception. It's natural to see this, almost. Isagi lets out a quiet grunt as he ease his cock into you so slowly. You gasp like you've been hit, then it tapers off into a broken moan. Isagi shudders, his whole body going taut. Isagi spouts off a long line of curses and praise and you tremble relentlessly as he eases his way inside.

"Oh, Yoichi."

"Feel okay?" Isagi asks, thoughtfully. You nod and Rin stares at the hand Isagi has on your waist "Good girl."

You whimper, shamefully, at the pet name. Isagi starts to move, and room fills with a wet sound. You moan and moan and moan, and Isagi praises you just for existing. He expresses himself concisely and you twitch, clench at nothing when he pulls out and pushes back in on repetition. Rin watches. He doesn't feel like he can do anything but watch on.

Isagi notices, half-way. Before you're too fucked out, he calls for you and you respond pliantly.

"Tell him to touch himself," Isagi suggests. Your eyes widen. Rin feels like a deer caught in headlights "He'll get mad if I do it." He says, observationally. Rin seethes.

"Rin," Your voice is sweet. Beyond gentle and warm and so loving despite it all "It's okay if you want to enjoy yourself," You offer, like you know. Rin swallows something, the growing itch. It burns. He feels feverish with it.

It buries him. Touching himself is humiliating in this instance. He's watching the only person he's ever loved in his life get fucked so adoringly by someone else. By Isagi, who has taken much more from him than this.

The catharsis is horrifying. It's nauseating but Rin doesn't stop it. He doesn't want to stop you.

You get taken apart slowly. Blissful and needy, Isagi is responsive to you. It's clear you feel good. Rin has a hand at the base of his shaft stroking upwards. He's so worked up.

And it's not just you feeling pleasure, but everything. Every element of this is driving Rin to his breaking point.

"Tell him how good it feels," Isagi suggests almost innocently. You're too fucked out to process it.

"Feels so good, Rin. Feels so nice,"

"Yeah? I bet it does," Isagi says with a huff, not ceasing to thrust up into your cunt with an almost malicious force and deceptively sweet words "You take it so well,"

"Really?"

Rin has to stop himself from cumming when you seek Isagi's approval.

"Really. Take it so nice. You feel s-so incredible. It'd be a shame to only feel it once, don't you think? You should ask your boyfriend if I can have you some other times too. When I win, maybe."

You whine and thrash. You're going to cum soon, and Isagi encourages you. Goads you even further. Calls Rin your boyfriend and doesn't even bother acknowledging him.

"Yoichi," You say, shaking and gasping and holding on for dear life. His cock twitches "I-I'm gonna, it's,"

"Wanna feel you cum for me. Shh, it's okay," Isagi reassures.

He can't do anything but watch. Stare at your silhouette as Isagi fucks you through an intense orgasm that has you almost going limp. Isagi shallows his thrusts and praises you so relentlessly and Rin feels his cock twitch in his hand. Feels something spill into his fingers, hto and white, as horror dawns on him a minute too late.

Isagi stills. He hasn't finished. He kisses your shoulder and looks at Rin across the way. Without asking him, Isagi directs his words to you.

"Think you can give me one more?"

Isagi knows what you'll do. Predictably, you ask Rin. With big, watery eyes and pure need.

"Can I?"

Isagi grins wildly. Rin's answer comes out as a hoarse whisper.

"Yeah. You can."

[yuwuta]

yuuta exhibits such previously abandoned, recently adopted dog behavior. incredibly anxious all the time, even though nobody’s out to get him or leave him behind. waits for you to return home or from school or from work excitedly, just to see you when you walk through the door. follows you around senselessly, hovering in your space just for the sake of companionship. initiates affection in prodding ways—starts off next to you, then a hand on your thigh, then deems it safe to lay all the way down, then slowly pushes his head into your lap. gets up whenever you need to get up, and resumes his position as soon as you’re ready. brings you gifts as a sign that he’s thinking of you, and maybe because he likes the affection it brings out in you, maybe because he likes the gentle affirming touches of a hand in his hair or a pinch to his cheek. rests his head on your stomach or his chin on your shoulder when he’s sleepy, stays there, immobile, and will not move unless absolutely necessary. sometimes he gets surprised when he hears you calling for him, there’s a moment of disbelief as he thinks “me? really? you need me?” but it’s very quickly overshadowed by this compulsive need to show up, to please, to do anything for you, which is why he always answers when you call. he doesn’t realize that he has puppygod eyes, especially when he’s excited or confused, but he does and it’s incredible endearing. very reluctant to share your space or attention after a while, considers that to be sacred and he won’t risk being let go or lost again, so as a safety precaution, he keeps himself right by you, waits for you always. 

[himimitsu]

angel

ੈ✩‧₊˚ kunikuzushi likes calling you angel

- kunikuzushi x fem!reader

- cw: smut, sub reader, tons of praise, 'angel' and 'good girl' as a nickname, soft and fluffy yes

it's been that way for as long as you've known him.

you've always been his angel, sent from the heavens to grace his life. sometimes it was embarrassing, like when he went into your classroom during lunch and referred to you as 'angel' in front of your classmates. or perhaps when he spammed the nickname in your messages while you were showing a picture to your friend.

but there were also the times where he held you close and shushed your tears, telling you that it'll all be okay. he'll keep holding you, he'll keep taking care of you, his angel.

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"you're doing so good, angel... does that feel nice?"

there were also times like these. where you both trusted each other to be vulnerable and to keep each other safe. times where the bedroom would be filled with warmth, the soft sound of your combined pleasure, the quiet, whispered words of love.

"nghh- ah- kuni...!" you whimpered in his shoulder, arms wrapped around his body. he hugged you back, stroking your hair as he chuckled into your ear.

"yeah? feeling good, angel? keep making those pretty sounds, alright? good girl..."

he pushed in as far as he could go, grinding against you. rolling his hips slowly, letting out a groan at the feeling of your walls clenching tight around him. his self-control was running out with each minute he spent in you. he promised himself he would be gentle. his angel deserved to be made love to, after all.

for the past twenty minutes, that's what he was doing. ensuring your pleasure, and making you come once already. slow and gentle, kisses and his hands making sure to lovingly squeeze every soft part of your body.

though his mind almost went blank in lust when he accidentally thrusted a little too hard and a beautiful cry left your lips.

"ah- that's it..." he said with a shaky breath, his hands gripping tighter. "so beautiful... can I go a bit faster, angel?"

"mhm, please, kuni..." you whined. "need you, love you so much-"

his lips met yours, swallowing up your desperate whimpers as his hips moved faster, trying to stick to a rhythm. he left the kiss to rain kisses over your neck and chest, finding your breast to suck on it. he moaned softly, everything feeling just too good.

your love, your warmth, your soft body, kunikuzushi could barely hold himself back.

"i love you too, angel..." he groaned, feeling the flutter of your walls around him. each thrust found your sensitive spots, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. he seemed to recognize this as well, as he trailed his fingers down to massage your clit, sending a shock of pleasure up your body.

"you're so warm... ah- angel- don't tighten like that-" it almost sounded like a whine, unable to control his voice.

"ah! kuni-" you covered your mouth with one of your hands, muffling your pleasured sounds that grew louder by the minute. they were getting embarrassingly loud from his ministrations and you were so, so close- you didn't know if you could take much more.

"n- no, no, let me hear you." he said softly, moving your hand away and pinning it gently to the bed beside your head. "good girl... you sound like an angel, don't hide it from me, alright?"

you whimpered in response, unable to form words from his pace. you could only hold kunikuzushi in your mind, again and again. his love-filled gaze, his gentle kisses, the feeling of him filling you again and again, just the thoughts alone were making you crash into the edge.

"i- 'm gonna... hnn! kuni, kuni... 'm gonna-" You sobbed into his shoulder, feeling like you were floating. You needed to ground yourself, the pleasure was wound up so tight-

"g- good girl, angel- you can do it, be a good girl and cum, okay?" he said, putting more pressure on your clit. "i got you, come on..."

when you fell over the edge, kunikuzushi pressed his lips to yours immediately, muffling both your moan and his as he finished right after you. It felt so warm, so peaceful as you both panted against each other's lips, holding each other close.

messy, yet kunikuzushi wouldn't have had it otherwise.

"you were so good..." he murmured, parting from you to take a rag he prepared beforehand, cleaning you up. "my angel, all mine..."

"all yours..." you said softly, patting his hair as you watched his movements. once you were both cleaned up, he trapped you in a hug, not letting you move in the slightest.

"love you..." he murmured. "i'm so happy I met you..."

you both held each other for a long while, making a bit of small talk before falling asleep, closing another blessing of a day. for every day was a blessing when kunikuzushi had his angel, you.

[harbingersglory]

Could I please request Yae Miko kink headcanons?

{☆} characters yae miko {☆} notes drabble, hc's, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings 18+ content

{☆} brat taming

i mean. kind of expected, but it also goes both ways. she thrives off "taming" you when you're being bratty just as much as she thrives off you doing the same thing to her. and she is a brat when she subs, absolutely. she will keep egging you on and being an absolute brat to the point she'll often forget you're still, yknow, mortal and don't exactly have the stamina to keep up with her being so damn insatiable (that's fine for her, though. she doesn't technically need you to lift a finger to keep it going, if your comfortable with it. just don't expect to be getting up for the next few days.)

{☆} marking

also a given and, again, goes both ways. she loves when you're rough with her, not afraid to break her (the bed, on the other hand, is a different matter), marking is just the cherry on top that has her toes curling and her tail wrapping around you like a vice. especially if you leave marks in places her uniform won't hide later– but she's also gonna do the same to you, and her teeth are a hell of a lot bigger, so I hope you've got a good pain tolerance because she's gonna make you into a chew toy half way through the night. scratching, biting..she might even get a little too excited and zap you once or twice. on accident, unless your into it.

{☆} wax play

miko leans more towards giving then receiving with this one, but I can see her enjoying it immensely. both because she's a tease and likes to rile you up and because she loves to doll you up and make you nice and pretty..which just happens to include pouring hot wax on your skin. if you let her, she'll even blindfold you so you can never expect when she'll pour the wax, and oh boy does she thrive off the surprised noises you make. she loves experimenting with all different kinds of colors of wax, too, just to see which looks best on your skin. absolute menace about it, too. her hands are on the colder side, so when she peels off the wax once it's cooled down she'll randomly place her hands over your warm skin just to watch you jump.

[foxqueen211]

My favourite part of Shadowpeach Fire Within one-shot im writing

[pastel0rchid]

Me: Happy to keep writing 'A Gift from the Gods' as I'm actually really proud of it

My brain when I'm trying to sleep: Write villain Hiccup with smut

[chaotic-toby]

For no reason at all, does anyone have an idea what Morph's genitals would look like? Like would they be like intersex, would there just be nothing there in their base form, or would they change what genitals they have based on what they want for the day?

[tanith-rhea]

Screw your roommate, I'll show you a good time

When the girl from the room beside yours brings her boyfriend to spend the night, you cannot comprehend how someone can have such a good time they'd scream like that. Forced to leave your room and look for somewhere else to spend the night, you end up on the comfortable sofas in the library's reading nook, only to find that somebody was already there. And, wow, that girl is so pretty but wait, she's one of your dorm neighbours, isn't she?

Word count: 1.8k

The characters are above the age of consent!

You have listened absolutely enough of Morticia Frump's moans. Who were you to judge the girl for living her best life, but did she have to voice her appreciation so loudly? You could NOT take any more of it. If you heard another "ah" or "oh", you would unhesitatingly take your own life.

Marching down the Nevermore halls with a pillow under one arm and a thin blanket around your shoulders like a cape, you looked for the farthest place you could get from Ophelia Hall to spend the night. After fumbling and bumping against iron armours you got to the library; with any luck, you could sleep in the comfy sofas by the reading nook. Since it was past midnight, the spacious chaise lounge by the big window would be free, and you could romanticize falling asleep under the moonlight all you liked.

However, it seemed not even in the ungodly hours of the night you could relax on the highly disputed seat. Someone, a rather long-legged girl was seated there, reading... IN THE MOONLIGHT. Jesus, not even your aesthetics were only yours in this school.

"You'll need glasses if reading in the dark is your hobby" you approach, spooking the girl, who quickly shut her book and looked at you.

Oh, she was very fine indeed, with the silvery light making her hair into a halo of white-blond locks; you had seen her around the corridors a few times.

"Not a habit," she relaxed upon realizing you weren't a teacher "Just needed a place to stay for a while" the disgust on her face was obvious, and you thought rather cute as well.

"Well, we're in similar situations, then. I can't stay at my dorm at the moment"

"Tell me about it" gosh her eye roll and sassy smile did something to your legs.

You went to the lounge, testing the waters. She folded her legs so her knees were against her chest for you to sit. You smiled and threw your pillow and blanket on the seat before dropping on top of it.

"So your dorm neighbours are partying?" you laughed at her fed-up huff.

"My roommate and her boyfriend. I just can't understand why they never give it a break. It's as if they're under a spell! If they look the other in the eye you better hurry out or you'll see things you wish you hadn't"

Well, that was a lot. You were still laughing when she realized her outburst and reddened, opening her book again to avert your gaze.

"Sorry, that was a bit too much..."

"No, it's fine, really," you reassured her, crawling to sit beside her in the bed-like chaise "I have these dorm neighbours that are so loud I cannot understand how the principal hasn't called them yet for indecent behaviour"

"Yes! Jesus Christ, I thought it was only me. My roommate is impossible, like I get that she's madly in lust with her boyfriend but you don't need to rub it in my face Morticia!"

Hang on a second. Morticia? Was she...? And then you realized. Being a year older, you didn't have any classes with the girls next dorm, but you were pretty sure that was the cute perfect-student roommate of Morticia's.

"Wait, what? Are you the Weems girl? The one from the talent show?" her blush was oh so very becoming.

"Fuck, I didn't mean to say that...." she buried her face in her hands against those high knees like a toddler playing hide and seek.

"No! I loved your Judy Garland, really impressive for such a young shapeshifter" she laughed bitterly still enclosed in the prison of her limbs.

You gently put a hand on her back, trying to coax her into looking up by pulling one of her arms slowly. She did, and the disappointed frustration on her face left you missing the sassy smiles.

"I'm being genuine. I heard you're the best student in your year. Didn't you start a book club to help the guys read Mr Loras' books last semester?"

She looked doubtful, but let you have it anyway. She didn't have the energy to argue at this point.

"I did. But nothing I do really stands out when your roommate is Morticia Frump" she shrugged.

"Are you kidding me? I know Morticia's cool and all, winning the Poe Cup or whatever, but you are the one teachers mention when someone complains about class. It's annoying actually because they point out that this girl a year behind us knows stuff we haven't even learned while we can't be assed to read a textbook."

At that, you saw a glint of smugness in her eyes, and the tiny corner smile she didn't realize was gracing her face made something warm pool in the pit of your stomach.

"I'm exhausted" she changed subjects, averting your eyes one more time "do you think they're finished by now?"

You forgot she wanted to go back, and suddenly the prospect of spending the night chatting up Morticia's exasperated roommate was robbed of you. You could not deny she was nice and funny. The stress tightening her shoulders made you want to give her a massage while she complained about all the things you could bet she bottled up that bothered her. You would happily spend the night just basking in the warm presence of the girl if offered, so you wouldn't just let her go without a fight.

"Do you want to risk going back and seeing them sleeping together? Or worse... not sleeping yet?" you arched your brow in what you hoped was a convincing disgusted expression. It wasn't difficult since you were actually SO DONE with those two.

"I guess not..." she looked out the window, contemplating the school towers against the big full moon "Do you mind if I stay here too?"

"Hey, you were already here. I should be asking if I'm allowed to stay" you winked and for god's sake she had to stop blushing so prettily.

"You are the one with the pillow and blanket. I was just going to read a bit and go back" a shiver ran through her body then, making the hairs in her arms stand "Actually... would you mind sharing the blanket? I'm a bit cold."

There it was, your shot, your one-in-a-lifetime chance to have her pressed to your side. Jesus, could you be more of a creep? What the fuck.

"Yes, no problem at all. You can keep it, for tonight I mean; I'm not that cold."

There, less creepy. The blanket was still going to smell like her though... shut up! 

"Nonsense. The blanket is yours, c'mon I won't bite you" she moved close and covered you both. I wish you would bite. FOR FUCK'S SAKE STOP.

"Thanks... you're sweet" at that she just gave you a strange look, but didn't comment "So, what were you reading?"

You spent some time talking about books and assignments, music (which you had the same taste on), movies and all manner of things. After a while, Larissa became comfortable enough to recline against you and bitch about how Morticia wasn't the absolutely perfect female specimen everyone seemed to agree she was, and you were in heaven. You sensed a bit of envy, or maybe it was something else, a darker craving she wouldn't talk to anyone about, you even less being practically a stranger.

"I bet you could beat her if you tried" you commented when she was telling you a story about Morticia's first appearances at the debate club.

"I don't bother trying anymore. At the end of the day even if I win everyone still likes her better, and that's ok, I guess" she had her head against your shoulder. Sometime in your last hour of conversation, you both had slipped into a laying position "She's just beautiful and charming like that. Everyone loves her" she seemed more resigned than alright with her comment and that could not stand.

"I don't think that" ok, what were you doing? "I think you're way more charming than her"

She snorted and lifted herself on her elbow to look at you with an amused face.

"Oh really? Of course, you're not saying that just because I'm the one here and not Morticia, right? If it was her you would say 'oh, no, I think your tall roommate is way cooler than you'" she mock-mimicked you and laughed as if it was funny that you tried to "fool her."

"I would!" you could not believe this girl. She was so good, nice, and cute and Jesus, she even had the sarcastic sense of humour you would kill for in a friend... or more than a friend "You are dazzling, your taste in music is banging and you sassed the hell out of me for having a crush on Jamie Lee Curtis, what's there not to like?"

She was silent for a second. Her shell-shocked expression making you self-conscious about having said too much. You were weighing your options between slowly retreating and full-on running away like a blushing eleven-year-old when she leaned down and kissed you.

Well, that was certainly nice.

Her lips were soft and slightly unsure. You weren't helping too by being shocked motionless, and she was almost breaking the kiss to apologize when your brain finally worked and you cupped her head, bringing her into an open-mouthed enthusiastic kiss.

She tasted divine. The faint trace of strawberry lip balm mixing with the freshness of her toothpaste was intoxicating. She made soft sounds against your lips and straddled your lap to tower over you. Her hands forcefully burying themselves in your hair while she rocked her hips against yours.

You were ecstatic. The most gorgeous sophomore in the school was grinding and panting in your lap, your hands bruising her hips with the need to feel her close, the wetness between her legs sullying your pyjama bottoms when she suddenly stopped, looking you with lust-filled eyes and an unreadable face.

"I don't think we should be doing this here," she said matter-of-factly, panting from the exertion.

You gave her a cheeky smile, an idea passing through your mind.

"What do you think of giving your roommate a run for her money? I'm sure I could help you wake her up"

She smiled, biting her swollen bottom lip before running her tongue through it.

"I think she could hear what real fun sounds like" and with that, you both were off to your bedroom, blanket and book forgotten by the lonely window.

Part two can be found here.

[yinyuedijun]

I'm so sorry sakura but I'm going to spend the last night of my free life (aka before I need to move) abandoning your fic to go write some stupid shit about suo instead

[emperor-palpaminty]

Bed(side) Manners

Minors DNI- NSFW, but I am vanilla so eh. If your age isn't in your bio and you interact you're getting blocked, sorry babez. It does mention other callsigns hehe (also if y'all have Call Sign name ideas that would be awesome, I'm thinking each COD reader insert will get a call sign)

Female doctor reader ("Doc") x Ghost: part 1 here hehe

Comments/reblogs appreciated! Likes don't do much on Tumblr, sadly. My inbox is also currently open for COD requests if ya want more!

Ghost's foot steps were steady down the hall, but he was moving quickly. He had about fourty-five seconds before his watch read six and he was going to ensure the doctor was off on the dot. He turned the corner, nodding politely at Banshee and Gaz passing by and kept his pace up.

Thirty-two seconds.

He exhaled a bit and glanced around the hall to ensure he was alone. If anyone else spotted him bursting into Doc's office after hours- he didn't really care about himself, but he didn't know how she felt about others knowing or not.

Fifteen seconds.

He dropped his watch as the door came in sight. It always felt slower when he was actually eager for something.

This wasn't his first time seeing the doctor- they had passed on the field and on base many times. She intrigued him. He hummed in thought, pushing aside anything other than lust out of his brain.

His hand pushed open her door with five seconds to spare, and she glanced up from her desk. Her head tilted and her red lips pressed into a smile. "Someone took 'six o' clock' very literally."

"I'm always punctual." Ghost stepped in, slowly, and listened as the door shut behind him. Doc looked back down at the manilla folder in front of her, and he could see her fucking red lips quirk into a smile.

"Half your file is redacted, you know."

"Snooping, doc?" Ghost chuckled, pausing only a couple inches behind her chair. He leaned over the back of the chair, eyes scanning between the top of her head and the open file on the desk in front of her.

Indeed, it was his- much was redacted. As it should be. She hummed noncommittaly as her hands skimmed the edge of the manilla folder, fingers smoothing around a corner of it before she closed it. "Strange man, Riley." She tilted her head backwards and looked up at him, her intelligent eyes skimming over his mask.

Ghost only raised a brow as he looked down at her. The teasing really got him- it was something he enjoyed. Playing with his food, for lack of a better phrase. "Snarky for a doctor. Doesn't make for a good doctor. Bedside manners and all."

She stood from the chair, turning and looking up at him- the same glint stirred in her eye as she looked him over, sizing him up. "Never been good about bedside manners." Doc shrugged off her medical coat, dropping it on the back of the chair. Her lips pressed as she leaned back on the desk, her hands resting on her thighs as she looked him over again. "The bed isn't a good place to practice your good manners."

Ghost managed a chuckle and stepped forward. His hands moved as he strode over, bracing them on either side of her body against the desk- his thumbs brushed the hips of her khakis. "Not even a please? Or a thank you?"

"Why, LT." Doc crossed her arms, leaning back rather comfortably. It was as though she was not sitting between two arms ready to grab, or speaking with lips that looked ready to be devoured. The tension between them was palpable, thick, as she blinked up at him. "You say please in bed?"

Hands scooting closer to her, Ghost leaned in. Eyes locked steadily on his own- concise as surgery, deadly as a wound. "One way to find out."

Her lips quirked again, bold eyes darting down to roughly where his mouth was under his mask. She smiled, sweetly stepping against his hands before guiding him to the door.

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The bedroom was further off than the barracks- doctors were just lucky that way. Even as he had picked her up, her hands rushing down to his belt, his hips dug into hers and pressed her on the wall next to the door. They had just made it in- by the time they had reached Doc's hall they were all over each other, and now, in the privacy of her own little room...

Ghost's mask was rolled up over his mouth, exposing the fraction of his nose that the mask had come to know- there was a fold in the fabric there, waiting and ready to be pushed back for talking, eating, or using his mouth in other ways.

Her lips were addicting. Ghost could hear the small moans that left her whenever he kissed her or grabbed her, sounds he decided he could get used to. She was hoisted up between the wall and himself, her hands running over his shoulders, his mask, wherever they could to feel like she could steady herself. Ghost jutted his hips into hers, the jeans constricting him. The movement earned him a weak groan, and he pressed away.

"Feels good, yeah?" He mumbled, the gloved hand grabbing at her ass. Her trousers had been a blessing, showing off the shape of her, but they had just about served their purpose. "Wanna get a little preview of how I'm gonna use this body tonight?" Ghost grunted and turned his head, face and mouth digging into her neck. She smells faintly floral- feminine and soft. Breakable. A wanton whine left her lips as his teeth grabbed for her skin, and his hips moved in tandem. "Didn't hear ya." Ghost paused, then chuckled against her skin. "Maybe a please, doctor. Could work on those bedside manners of yours."

Doc sucked in a breath, managing a brief laugh. "You want me to say please? To you?" He heard her smile fade as he opened his mouth against the nape of her neck, tongue and teeth working. Her head tilted back and he groaned against the length of her neck, hands skimming up her skin from under her shirt.

"Yes. Would be-" His teeth pulled her skin into his mouth, and he sighed, happily, as she squirmed. "Impolite not to, yeah?"

The doctor sighed reluctantly, and pulled back far enough to look at Ghost. Kiss-bruised lips pressed into a playful pout, and she batted her lashes. "Please, then."

"Please what?"

Doc chuckled, leaning forward; she was close enough for her nose to brush against the mask. "Please bend me over and fuck me silly?"

Ghost purred in response, dropping her from his arms. "That's more like it." He muttered, yanking a hand up to his mouth and catching the two fingers between his teeth. Slowly, he pulled his hand out. Tattoos peeked out from the long sleeves he was wearing on the cooler base, touching his wrist or snaking along his skin and under the fabric. "Asking me to fuck ya."

Doc's eyes gleamed with greed as she looked at his fingers before the large hands slid up her body, calling her attention back to the matter at hand. She hummed and looked back up to what she could make out of his face as he grasped her, hands feverishly feeling for what he could of her, running up and down her body under the damn shirt. "Let's get these off, yeah?"

"Sir, yes sir." Doc purred.

That was all the affirmation Ghost needed. He yanked up the hem of her shirt, a soft grunt leaving him when he saw the bra- lacy and black, leaving something heavy with desire in the pit of his stomach. "Fuckin hell." Ghost dropped her shirt on the floor, fingers moving back up to her breasts. "These fucking tits. Stare at 'em every time you fix me up."

"I know." The words left her mouth with a little huffed laugh, mingling with a whine as his fingers trailed over the thin fabric before she leaned back on the bed, her hands tangled in the thick fabric of his shirt.

Ghost fumbled with her pants. "Gonna leave my gear on, yeah?" He managed against her mouth. He pressed a kiss against her lips. "Never know when I'm gonna be called for."

"If you leave me now I'm not going to forgive you." Doc chided, leaning on her back. The motion of sliding her pants down her thighs was graceful, well thought and well practiced. "I've been waiting for this." Her lips curled devilishly as she laid back on the bed, grinning up at him as her eyes wandered over him. "I thought you would have lost the clothes."

Ghost chuckled, standing still. He reached a hand down and smoothed it up her thigh. Doc hummed, the muscles under her flesh flexing at the contact. "Nah. The mask stays on minimum."

"I like the mask."

"Good."

Ghost's hands grasped her thigh, staring over her. The cargos were restrictive, he was straining against the zipper of them- but he had to decide what to do. "Wanna fuck ya in so many ways."

Doc propped up on her arms, the bed frame barely creaking with the movement. "Then do it."

"I will, love. Just trynna decide how I wanna do it this time." He had abandoned his jacket, but he was feeling oddly warm. "So beautiful, but not sure where I want ya." Everywhere, mostly. On his face, on his lap, on his bed.

Doc's thighs rubbed together, her hips rolling up in a sinful motion. Ghost fought off a sound in his throat as he watched her strain for him.

"Want me in ya?"

"The sooner the better." Doc grinned, her bare legs squeezing his thighs, eyes coaxing and voice dipping into a gentle coo.

Ghost grunted, hands dropping to his belt. "Just gonna keep that on for me, love?" His fingers pulled at the buckle, eyes trailing over her body again, a hum of approval leaving Doc. She chewed on her lower lip, eyes glinting with greed. "Wanna fuck ya in that."

It was good that her dorm was so far- being a doctor on base gave her the privilege of privacy. Ghost shoved his jeans down and hooked his thumbs around the waistband of his boxers. Doc began to sit up and looked down towards his dick, a smile curling on her lips. "All for me?" She teased, her hips scooting towards the edge of the bed.

Ghost bent his head, spitting on the tip of himself before stroking himself. "You know it." He exhaled, nerves tangling over themselves in anticipation. She told him earlier that she had the arm implant and had a supply of Plan B- all he had to do was get the fuck in her.

Ghost slid his fingers up Doc's thighs- they were soft, the skin supple under his hands. Warm. His eyes darted towards her face, watching her lashes flutter as he tugged her panties aside. She let out a sound at the brief contact, the way his knuckles nudged her core open, a noise that could only be defined as craving. Ghost reached up with the hand that had been on his cock and tugged his mask back down over his face.

Doc's hips writhed up, searching for him, only for his fingers to barely stroke between the fleshy folds. "Patience, Doctor." Ghost grunted, his hand stroking himself again. Even if he stood here, this being wanting and moaning and vulnerable to him and jerked himself off, it wouldn't be enough. "'Boutta wear thin on mine, though."

A whine, a mewel really, wordless, escaped her, as his fingers dipped in- she stuck to him like honey, like sin, and he knew better things lie in her.

Ghost forced his hand away from his own dick, the edging throb of coming ebbing away, the feeling dissipating into annoyance. He exhaled, pushing her thighs open, fingers keeping the panties off to the side. He could smell the sex as he prodded at her opening with the tip of himself, inhaling heavily through the mask as she opened her legs for him, more, encouraging him with soft sounds of seduction.

"Ghost-" She strained to sit up, eyes darting down to where their bodies met. Her lips parted and she gave a whine, urging Ghost to push himself in more. She took every inch like a champ. Warm. Eager. Wanting. It radiated off her as he pushed the rest of himself in, shuddering at the seeping warmth all around his dick.

He was glad he wore the mask, at least. His eyes just about rolled to the back of his head as he bucked his hips once, his jaw tightening under the fabric. Her skin was hot against his cold belt buckle, her legs squeezing around his white tee. His eyes shut as he leaned forward, angling over her and grasping the cool metal board of the unforgiving bed. "That's it," He heard himself say as his huffs of breath were slightly muffled from the mask. "Pretty girl, I've gotcha." He rasped, eyes still closed, focusing on the heat creeping through his veins.

Doc managed something akin to words under him, Her hands raked over his arms, the fabric of his shirt and his mask, trying to grasp something. "This how you pay-" She turned her head, breath warm against his mask. "All those medical bills?" She laughed but it was lost between a moan and sigh as he moved, quicker, her body tensing.

Ghost spread his hands on her thighs and shoved them open, pressing them as flat as possible against the mattress. "'S it working?"

Her body rocked under him, finding solace in the contact. He could feel her shuddering under his hands, her thighs tensing. "Yeah." her breathing quickened and she turned her head against his mask, right by where his ear was hidden, and let out the softest moan. "You're- I'll-"

Ghost nodded, pushing himself to keep his hands on her body, eyes still shut. "Do it." He mumbled. "Whatever ya need. Just-" He grunted. "Soon."

The doctor's back arched, her legs snapping up and nearly shutting around him if his hands hadn't been spreading them open. She whined, a sweet and pitiful noise, and he felt her pulsing around him. A high pitched whine poured from her lips, and Ghost saw stars mounting behind his eyes.

"Fucking hell-" Ghost mumbled, hips snapping into her orgasam. "So fuckin' good, you come so pretty, fuck," Ghost leaned back, breath caught in the knit of the mask, the motions feeling more frantic.

Control- that was what the missions, the wars, he lacked. Here, in bed and behind closed doors, he could at least control himself and his dick. He could finally bring some pleasure, not pain. He buried himself in her, chanting quietly- fucking beautiful, love the sounds of that wet cunt, attagirl- until he was at the brink. He knew Doc could see his eyes open, just see the whites of them as he came, hips stuttering at last.

He leaned over her, Doc's pussy still nestled around him, her spasms slowing as his high began to ebb off. He nudged his masked face into her shoulder, exhaling slowly.

They took a moment. It was a rare few seconds of silence.

"You good?"

"Yeah." Ghost grunted. "Just- been a minute."

Doc chuckled. Her laugh was coy and inviting. In the dark room there was only him and her. Some normalcy, perhaps. "Been a bit for me, too."

Ghost blinked, wriggling his hips slightly. The sound of the suction as he pulled out was wet, needy. "For a pretty thing like you?"

She shrugged under him, doctorly hands running over the mask. "Yeah. I know. What a coincidence war keeps me busy." Doc chuckled, her eyes meeting Ghost as he pulled back.

She couldn't see his flushed cheeks, the way his lips twitched into a post-coital lazy smile. Just his eyes. Sometimes that was all he wanted people to see. "Seems like we're busy at the same time."

Doc's legs dropped from him, folding lazily onto the bed. "Mm."

"And not busy when we happen to be on base at the same time."

Doc's brows raised, and her lips curled into a smile. "What a coincidence," She purred, and even though she didn't know it, her smile matched his. "Maybe the next time we both aren't busy, you can swing by again for another appointment."

Ghost nodded, relief mingling with eagerness, his hand sliding up her body, memorizing the pattern of her skin and the warmth of her body, the deep breaths she took to calm herself and her nerves down. "I like the sound of that."

She grinned, laying back flat on the mattress as he leaned over her, bracing himself. Looks like he had standing appointments with the base doctor for the forseeable future. Not that he minded at all, as long as they all ended like this.

[sirbird]

I just needed to draw this scene cause it hasn’t left my brain 😭😭 I had to take 10 laps around my room cause I was freaking out 🫠