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The Ultimate Guide to Base Layers: Everything You Need to Know

Base layers, often referred to as thermal underwear or simply "thermals," are a crucial component of any outdoor enthusiast's wardrobe. Whether you're hitting the slopes, going for a winter hike, or just braving a chilly day, a good base layer can make all the difference in keeping you warm, dry, and comfortable. But what exactly does a base layer do, and how does it differ from other layers? Let's dive into the world of base layers and explore everything you need to know.

What Does a Base Layer Do?

At its core, a base layer serves two primary functions: insulation and moisture management. In cold weather conditions, a base layer works to trap heat close to the body, providing essential warmth without adding bulk. This helps regulate your body temperature and keeps you comfortable during outdoor activities. Additionally, base layers are designed to wick moisture away from the skin, keeping you dry and reducing the risk of hypothermia. By pulling sweat away from your body, base layers help prevent chafing and discomfort, especially during high-intensity activities.

Base Layer vs. Thermals: Is There a Difference?

While the terms "base layer" and "thermals" are often used interchangeably, there is a subtle distinction between the two. Thermals typically refer to base layers specifically designed for cold weather conditions, with insulating properties to keep you warm in low temperatures. On the other hand, a base layer can encompass a broader range of garments, including those designed for moisture-wicking purposes in warmer climates. In essence, all thermals are base layers, but not all base layers are thermals.

Base Layer vs. Mid Layer: Understanding the Layers

To fully understand the role of a base layer, it's essential to grasp its place within the layering system. The layering system consists of three main layers: base, mid, and outer. The base layer sits closest to your skin and provides insulation and moisture management, as mentioned earlier. The mid layer adds additional insulation and helps retain heat, while the outer layer, such as a jacket or shell, acts as a protective barrier against wind, rain, and snow. Each layer works together to create a versatile system that can be adjusted based on weather conditions and activity level.

Is a Base Layer Meant to Be Tight?

One common question about base layers is whether they should fit snugly against the skin. The answer is yes. A properly fitting base layer should have a close, athletic fit that allows for maximum moisture transfer and insulation. A snug fit helps the fabric maintain contact with your skin, optimizing its ability to wick moisture away and keep you warm. However, it's essential to strike a balance between snugness and comfort. A base layer that is too tight can restrict movement and cause discomfort, while one that is too loose may not effectively manage moisture or provide adequate insulation.

Exploring Base Layers in Pakistan:

In Pakistan, where outdoor enthusiasts face diverse climates ranging from the freezing peaks of the Himalayas to the balmy beaches of the Arabian Sea, base layers are essential gear for any adventure. Whether you're trekking in the northern mountains, cycling through the bustling streets of Lahore, or playing a friendly game of football in Karachi, having the right base layer can enhance your performance and enjoyment.

Types of Base Layers:

Base layers come in a variety of materials and styles to suit different activities and weather conditions. Some popular types include:

- Merino Wool Base Layers: Known for their natural warmth, breathability, and odor resistance, merino wool base layers are a favorite among outdoor enthusiasts. They provide excellent insulation and moisture management, making them ideal for cold weather activities.

- Synthetic Base Layers: Made from materials like polyester or nylon, synthetic base layers are lightweight, quick-drying, and durable. They excel at wicking moisture away from the skin and are often favored for high-intensity activities.

- Silk Base Layers: Silk base layers offer luxurious comfort and exceptional warmth without adding bulk. They are incredibly lightweight and soft against the skin, making them an excellent choice for layering under dress clothes or for mild weather conditions.

- Thermal Base Layers: Designed specifically for cold weather conditions, thermal base layers are thicker and more insulating than standard base layers. They provide extra warmth and are often used for activities like skiing, snowboarding, and winter hiking.

Choosing the Right Base Layer:

When selecting a base layer, consider factors such as activity level, weather conditions, and personal preferences. Look for materials that offer a good balance of insulation, moisture management, and comfort. Additionally, pay attention to fit and layering compatibility to ensure maximum performance and versatility.

Base Layer Price in Pakistan:

Base layer prices in Pakistan can vary depending on factors such as brand, material, and features. High-quality base layers from reputable outdoor brands may command a higher price, but they often offer superior performance and durability. However, there are also more affordable options available for those on a budget, making it possible to find a suitable base layer for any price range.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, base layers are an essential component of any outdoor enthusiast's wardrobe, providing insulation, moisture management, and comfort in a variety of weather conditions. Whether you're braving the cold in the mountains or staying active in the city, having the right base layer can enhance your performance and enjoyment. By understanding the role of base layers and choosing the right options for your needs, you can stay warm, dry, and comfortable on all your adventures, no matter where they take you.

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[mrsbarnesblog]

bathroom break

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summary: when at the party you hear some girls talking about your boyfriend, you decide to show them who he belongs to

word count: 1.5k

warnings: established relationship, semi-public sex, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, marking

“Get up.” The laughter around the guys’ circle died as you stepped into their space, only interested in your boyfriend’s attention. 

“What?” Rafe looked up at your pouty face, arching a brow. “You wanna go home, baby?” His arm wrapped around the back of your thighs, bringing you closer to him. 

“No. I just need to do something. It won’t take too long.” Everyone in the group looked at each other with knowing smirks and Rafe’s face lit up. You didn’t even bat an eye at the murmurs and snickers from his friends—you simply didn’t care if they knew. Rafe allowed you to take his hand in yours and tug you in some random direction through the random people that flooded the house. 

“Now what are you doing, baby, hm?” He asked as soon as the door of the bathroom behind you closed and you quickly locked it. 

“These bitches were talking about fucking you right in front of me; can you imagine? Especially the one who gave me dirty looks the whole time, 'cause she knows that we're together. I asked them to shut the fuck up but they didn’t listen, so I guess I have to mark my territory.” You shamelessly grabbed the buckle of Rafe’s belt, dragging him closer to you. You jumped up on the sink, allowing him to stand in between your legs as you quickly undone his jeans. 

“Mark your territory? Am I your territory now?” He teased, placing his own hands on your thighs, squeezing the plush skin and allowing you to do what you needed to. Watching your angry and pissed-off expression with a sly smirk, Rafe tugged on your skirt until it fully exposed the dump material of your panties.

“Yeah, you are, Cameron. Your heart, your body and your dick are mine, you got it? Just fuck me and make them bitches jealous.” 

“You sound so hot, for fuck’s sake.” 

You finally handled his clothes, pushing both layers down his legs and allowing his already hard cock spring free. Your hand wrapped around the base, giving it a few pups, and the other slid under the t-shirt, scratching his toned abs.

“Baby…” Rafe groaned, his head fell forward, nestling in the crook of your neck and his grip on your legs became tighter. His hips started pushing forward, looking for more. “Need to be inside or I’m gonna cum all over your hand.”

Burying your hand in the hair at the nape of his neck, you yanked his head away from you until you were able to connect your lips. Rafe quickly pulled himself together, as usual, dominating over you. The kiss was pure lust, with your tongues dancing around each other in a desperate attempt to get more.  

Your legs wrapped around Rafe’s hips, pushing him closer to your body. The only barrier that separated his cock from your greedy cunt were your painties. Rafe rubbed his big finger over the wet material, moaning in your mouth at the feeling. Then, he simply pushed the fabric to the side before putting his leaking tip at your entrance and sliding in. 

“Fuck me, Rafe.” You moaned. Your eyes rolled back with your mouth hanging open at the feeling of him bottoming out deep inside of you. Even with your slightly blurry gaze, you saw your tinted lipgloss smudged all over Rafe’s face, which he didn’t seem to care to wipe. 

As his cock started sliding in and out of your pussy, making your ass slide on the slick counter, you gripped the back of his neck to bring his body closer and put your lips on his skin. 

When you said that you wanted to mark him, you meant it quite literally. 

Biting and sucking on the tender skin of Rafe’s neck while he was basically splitting you in half made you even hornier. He slightly tilted his head to the side so you could have better access to him, and he held your legs in place around his body while brutally fucking you into the counter. 

The sound of slapping and both of your moans echoed in the small room. It smelled like sex, you felt a wet mess under your ass, but it was the least of your concerns. 

You pulled away, admiring your work. Dark red hickeys covered the side of Rafe’s neck, but the look in his eyes was what truly made you go dumb. His lustful eyes were focused on your plump and wet lips. He mirrored the way your mouth was slightly opened, breathing heavily and not even trying to cover the groans. 

“You like it? You like it when everyone knows that I’m fuckin’ you here? I bet they can hear it too.” He rasped, wrapping his hand around your throat and pulling your face closer. Your pussy spasmed around his thick cock, making it harder for him to push in. 

“Mh– Rafe!” You squeaked, not even knowing what you wanted to actually say. Your brain was not working at that moment. It was just Rafe, Rafe, Rafe and the overwhelming feeling of him everywhere. 

“You shouldn’t be jealous of other girls talking about fucking me, because the only girl my dick is happy to see is you.” To prove his point, he pushed even harder into you, his pelvis meeting your clit with every movement, making your lips part in a silent moan. “But I ain’t complaining if I have to prove it to you by fucking you dumb, baby.”

“Don’t stop, j-just don’t stop.” As your orgasm began to crush over you, you trembled, gripping his shoulders and digging your nails into the material of his shirt.

“Yeah, that’s right, baby. Squeeze your pussy like that and I’m gonna mark you too.” With a hand around your throat and the tip of Rafe’s cock hitting your cervix, you cried out loud as your orgasm washed over you. Rafe’s thrusts, now more limited by your legs tightly locked around his waist, started getting more sloppy until you felt a sudden wave of warmth flooding you. He held himself deep, making sure to give you everything that he had, as his abdominal muscles flexed. You both moaned at the feeling of him cumming inside, looking down to the place where you two were connected to see his cock still slowly pushing into you, now glistering with your mixed cum. 

“We should do this more.” Rafe’s head fell on your shoulder and he breathed in your scent. “I mean, more of you getting jealous and trying to claim me, y’know?” He kissed your jaw, then moved away and pulled out of you. The smirk on his face when he saw his seed leaking out of your pussy made you clench around nothing and whine at the empty feeling. “If I have to walk with your hickeys, then you’ll get your cute panties full of my cum, got it?” He moved your underwear back to it’s place and dragged you to the floor. 

“Oh– Wow.” You laughed, looking up at your boyfriend and gripping his forearm when your legs didn’t seem to work properly. It felt all jelly and numb, but Rafe just smirked again, leaning closer to you and kissing you deeply. 

Ten more minutes later, which you mostly spent on making out and debating to fuck again, you went back to Rafe’s friends’ circle, and the loud whistles were the first thing that you heard. The dark hickeys, your swollen lips and your not-so-neatly-looking dress were speaking for themselves, not to mention the cockiest look on Rafe’s face.

He sat back at his previous place, but instead of letting you join your girlfriends, he pulled your hand until you were sitting sideways on his lap. He now looked unbothered by all of the looks by other people, as his hands found their place on your hips and his attention was solemnly focused on your happy and glowing face. No one dared to say a word to you or actually comment on you sneaking out for a quickie, already learning the hard way that Rafe wouldn’t hesitate to punch someone in the face for it. 

You pecked Rafe’s lips, resting your head on his shoulder and enjoying the warmth of his big body. Then the girl who talked about Rafe all night caught your attention. The look of annoyance and anger on her face as she started complaining about something to her friends made you actually feel proud of yourself. When you, smirking, mouthed “mine” back to her, she puffed her lips, turning away and not looking in your direction for the rest of the night. 

[leyavo]

Simon doesn’t need a sixth sense to know you’re having a bad time. He’s known you since he was a kid, lived next door to you and heard the sorts of things that went on in that house. Not that much different to his own.

So when he finished his latest op, he’s going to your flat instead of his. The curtains still drawn as he walked past the window on the balcony, two hanging pots by the front door withered and dry. The colourful pansies you’d planted the last time he visited void of life.

He fished the key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. The kitchen dark as he entered your safe place. He slung his duffle bag near the shoe rack and tugged the curtain open to allow some daylight in.

The open plan apartment vacant, but your bedroom door shut. So he rolled up his sleeves and filled the sink with water. Washing and rinsing the plates and bowls piled in there.

Least you’re eating. The thought alone made him check the fridge. A few eggs rolling around in the door shelf and grated cheese. Half a carton of milk, thank fuck. Least he can have a cuppa whilst he wiped the kitchen counters and folded the blanket strewn over the sofa.

He doesn’t mind helping.

All the little things you do for him when he’s away. You clean his flat so he can come home and relax. Sort his mail and make sure that there’s no leaflets sticking out of the postbox. A little welcome home sticky note on the milk in the fridge and a fresh loaf of bread by the toaster. Even a mug on the side with a teabag in.

It’s the least he could do. You were normally the one helping him as a kid. Patching him up, you were too good at it and it didn’t take Simon long to figure out how you learnt it.

Simon’s always saying how much he owes you and that earns him a dig in the arm each time. No such thing as owing me mate you say.

You’re a couple years older than him, a whole lot gentler too. After all the horrible things that had happened, you were still kind and gentle. That in itself is impossible for most. So Simon does what he can to help you just like you did, when you had it just as bad back then.

Simon even hoovered the flat, knows that it’s like waking the dead. The bed could get stolen beneath you and you’d still be asleep. All thanks to those sleeping pills, the ones he has to remind you to take on and off.

The door creaked as he nudged it open. He set a cup of tea on the bedside table and he crouched in front of your lumpy duvet. His hand slipped under the layers, finger prodding your nose, your cheek. Nothing.

His failed attempt has he reassessing. Rising from the floor he climbed over you and settled behind you, the room too small to have the bed in the middle. So his back is pressed against the wall, curtain skimming his back.

The mattress dipped with him, he reached back and opened the curtain. Sunlight spilling in, he ripped the duvet away from your face and you gasped. Eyes squinting.

“Uh Riley,” you grumbled, tugging the duvet that he held in is grasp. You couldn’t look at him too long, the sun burning your eyes as you turned your back on him and faced the other way.

“Afternoon,” he scoffed, finger tracing the baggy T-shirt he’d given you when you last stayed the night as his. The tour dates on the fabric peeling away.

Simon draped his arm over you and you huffed, your fingers lacing with his. A smile pulled at his lips as you sat up.

“Riley, are you wearing outdoor clothes on my bed?” You yelled, flinging his arm back at him. “Get. Off.”

He sunk back into the pillow, hands tucked under his head. “Yeah, same ones I’ve had on since the base and the plane ride.” Anything to get you up.

You grumbled as you rolled out of the bed, stripping the pillow from the cases and snatching the one beneath his head.

“I’m gonna have to wash the lot, you bastard,” you muttered, slapping his arm as he got up from the bed. “Take a bloody shower too, fucking brute.”

Simon pecked your cheek, “I’m gonna use all that fancy shower gel,” he teased, but you stopped him before he could enter the en-suite bathroom.

Your gaze trailing every inch of his body, eyes falling on the gash on his throat. The same look you used to give him whenever you patched him up. You’re both still the same kids looking back at each other sometimes.

“We’re alright.”

[tastesousweet]

⭒ blurb : fwb!hamzah x grumpy!reader

summary: short lil fic for these two lol , based on this request thank u for ur patience anon!!!!!

warnings: friends with benefits relationship, mentions of sex, um yk what hell yea

a/n: hamzah is way more high energy here than irl but this is a character based on hamzah (and with his face) so !!!!!

hamzah is freezing his ass off. it's actually unbearable. he's got to the point where he's mumble-lecturing (with a slight uncontrollable chatter to his mouth) himself as he walks down the crowded sidewalk, "shoulda' put another fuckin' layer on" or "no hat? really? it's 26 degrees and i don't even have protection for my poor ears" or a dragged whine under his breath of "i'm sooo cold."

he wastes no time, practically ramming through the cafe's petite glass door with a gentle but welcoming "we're open!" sign. as soon as he’s inside he holds his hands up to his mouth and hoards any heat he can into them as he sifts through the lingering line. hamzah is always grateful for your strict earliness (or more so allowance for his tardiness) that gets him a hot coffee and fresh everything bagel without having to wait in an egregiously long line, though he honestly thinks he wouldn't mind standing and taking in the delicious coffee bean scents and twinkling, colored christmas lights dripping around the walls.

he approaches the table you sit daintly at with ease (he'd recognize your unapproachable and blunt aura in even the most comforting places), "hello m'lady." he slouches into the chair across from you; with your scarf wrapped perfectly around your neck and knit sweater warming you well.

your gaze doesn't leave your book as you reply, "awe, you showed up."

hamzah has both hands wrapped around his mug of coffee in hopes that his fingers recover quickly, "uh huh. and this is why i always say don't ever let an alarm clock rule your life. i hit snooze three times and my coffee's still hot." he raises his mug towards you.

you dismissively breathe a laugh and finally look at him; he's leaning back casually in the somewhat small chair, his legs spread without a care, he's wearing the same wrinkled shirt with his old high school mascot (he must've worn to bed) and nothing but a zip-up hoodie thrown over. though his hair somehow remains curled into its perfect brown swoops which you simply can't spite. you tilt your mug towards his to give them a soft clink together, making hamzah smile. "you look cold," you comment.

"'m fucking freezing. don't know what i was thinking- a fifteen minute walk feels like hell when my toes are frozen in place and the wind is ready to blow me away." he speaks through his bites of his bagel. "mm! did you finally try their coffee?" he points to you as you sip.

you look into his large doe eyes, "you know i hate coffee, hamzah-"

"see, you always say that but the coffee here is like no other!" he taps the table in excitement and you smile slightly.

"i'm glad you like it but i'll stick with my hot chocolate," you take another sip of the rich drink and finally tuck your thick book back into your bag.

༉‧₊˚.

you both agree that friends with benefits simply works best for the two of you. there's a reliability you both get from knowing you'll always have a best friend- a wingman, a supporter, a person to have movie marathons and early morning cafe talks with, the person who knows your deli order by heart. but in that friend you have someone you can makeout with when life is too frustrating to even think and your eyes can't leave their lips, someone who knows your body, someone who can go out to a bar with you and would like nothing more than to fuck you afterwards (if no successful hookups come out of the trip).

it's beautiful. it makes you believe in true friendship, honestly.

you're sat with your legs crossed and nothing but a hoodie that swallows you whole and boy-short underwear on as you squint at the flashcard in front of you with a slim red pen dangling between your lips. you try to remember the exact definition for the drawn out vocab word but your mind can't focus anymore. you've spent the past three hours studying notes, writing out flashcards, and going over endless slideshows. your brain hurts and your mouth is dry and it's all just sort of pissing you off now.

you throw the pen from your mouth and climb out of bed, the sudden movement scattering and mixing the cards that were once separated based on your knowledge into one big mess. it's times like this where you wish you were obnoxious enough with your emotions that you'd just scream and yell to get this feeling over with, but instead you walk into your bathroom to rinse your skin with water and stare at yourself for an extra second in the mirror.

you breathe in deeply when you hear an infamous ringtone coming from your bedroom (hamzah stole your phone once and created a ringtone specifically for himself involving a cover of paparazzi performed by him with adlibs of you laughing in the background). sure enough when you walk back into your room, hamzah's face lights up the screen and you accept the facetime call as you sink down onto the bed.

you're surprised he called, you know he had a badminton game tonight and went out afterwards with the team- you figured he'd be to busy to talk and would just end up texting you "im home" close to midnight like usual.

hamzah's distracted when you answer the phone, his face turned the opposite way as he laughs with wide eyes. you just stare, "hamzah."

he's quick to look down at the phone in his hand, his eyes a little puffy, "oh shit! hey." his grin is huge and you can't help but smile slightly which he notices, "a smile?! my god, you must be happy to see me or somethin'!"

"shhhh," you hush him and lay down on your bed, making yourself comfortable.

he's surrounded by blue lighting and randomly-timed white flashes, which give you a proper look at his features, all coated in the large bass of the overbearing pop music. hamzah gets close to the screen to ask, "did'you get my text?" he pulls back from the phone to quirk his eyebrow curiously.

"no, i'm studying."

"where?!" he laughs at his own joke. you quickly turn your phone in your hand to show him the mess of books, cards, and your laptop scattered next to you on the comforter. hamzah sees it all but smirks a little extra when he gets a glimpse of your soft legs curled up and your pair of light blue underwear peeking from beneath your hoodie. "right, right." he nods, "how about you look at my text now that you're here," he exclaims over the music.

you sigh, "mmmkay."

the text reads: mangomango mango plzzz

mango, being your code word for leaving events- or simply just meeting up, to ultimately have sex.

when you return to the call you have a reluctant smile, "you can come over after you're done."

he smiles and raises a thumb up in agreeance.

"don't come over drunk, please."

he kisses his teeth and rolls his eyes, "alright, girl. i'm gonna go do some karaoke and then i'm headin' your way."

"oh i'm jealous i wish i could be in the crowd."

"i know." he jokes, "byeeee." he flutters a few fingers at you.

"bye, h."

༉‧₊˚.

hamzah shows up two hours later (he got caught up in the extravagant environment; he ended up taking a couple more hits from a teammate’s bong, talking to strangers, and dancing to trashy music you’d probably hate), climbing from the rickety brass ladder onto your tiny patio (he was a mess: laughing to himself and only laughing harder when he thought of how inappropriately loud he was being for one in the morning) and opening the glass door with a key hidden inside your old watering can.

he giggles through his declaration as he throws his large coat off onto your small couch, “i’m home!” he wipes over his cold yet clammy face before calling out your name.

hamzah tucks his lip into his mouth as he walks through your dark hallway, toeing off his sneakers and pulling his shirt over his head before he even reaches your bedroom.

he finds you at your sweetest- despite your grumpy, cold attitude, you’re laying down on top of your comforter with a small smile placed on your lips. he takes a few more seconds watching your figure move with your breaths before closing the door behind him and climbing next to you in your bed.

he whines a quiet, “mmm-sorryyy” into the kiss he places at your temple before leaning away to tug a blanket over the two of you. he knows that in the morning he’ll have to properly apologize for keeping you waiting like that … preferably with his tongue.

[heldbykento]

⋆˳ . ⋆ — “LIKE IT’S ALL MINE. . . !”

part 1 | part 2

wrd count: 2136

warnings: pure smut, breeding kink if you squint, fem!reader, pet names used, big dick josh!!!!!, p in v sex, 18+ content, hard teasing

a/n: finally a part 2!!! yay!! enjoy babies :3 not proofread, per usual >_<

“you’re already so worked up just from humping my leg?” josh breathed out a laugh, hands grabbing at your hips, firmly enough to leave bruises.

all you could do was grow small in embarrassment under him, causing your hips to slow and eventually come to a halt.

his words made you realize what you were actually doing and reality snapped back at you.

josh had a fat grin on his face and he shook his head in disapproval. “don’t stop now, keep going. maybe i’ll let you cum on my dick if you’re obedient.”

your head was spinning, by now you could hardly make out anything he was saying, mind haunted with disgustingly sexual thoughts.

but he wouldn’t just make a huge mess out of you for fun.

josh liked you.

he liked your face, body, and how bright you were; how much you stood out from everybody else. he found it so attractive and he was ready to pour all of those feelings inside of you.

along with something else.

the exposed skin on your warm back started to melt into the cold plaster of the wall, reminding him that he was still completely clothed.

that had to be out the way. now.

josh met his lips with yours again, mouth wet from how harsh he was sucking on your tits. a dream come true.

while kissing you, nice and slow, he started pulling his layers of clothing off, only breaking the kiss for a moment to take his shirt off.

you broke the kiss entirely though, hands still holding onto him just because if you let go, your weak knees would buck and you’d be a puddle on the floor.

“t-take… take off your pants.” a soft order came from your lips, he couldn’t help the chuckle that left his.

he tilted his head at you, like a confused dog. “why don’t you do it for me? hm, pretty girl?” he whispered to you, the words making you feel things deep in your stomach.

there was no need to ask twice.

you were already on your knees, the warmth of your tights battling against the cold floor.

by the time you could take in a deep breath, he was already teasing you.

“c’mon. i love the view but i have needs too, y’know?” josh said from above you as he ran a hand over the top of your head, giving you a gentle push towards his crotch.

it was evident in his tone now that he was just as needy and ready as you. maybe not as much as you but he was getting there.

your hand reached to unbuckle his belt, being gentle because it felt expensive. the noises of metal clanking and pants hitting the ground filled the room.

silence.

stunned is one word to explain the feeling of the sight in front of you.

joshua washington was big, big and tightly pressed against his navy blue calvin klein boxers, pre-cum leaking through the cloth and it was staring right at you.

this was a sight women die for.

the cold breeze of the room was hitting him because his entire demeanor had changed.

josh was flushed, grabbing at the hair on your head with more vice than before, breathing in staggered patterns.

you tugged at the waistband with delicacy, swallowing dryly as the thick seven inches in front of you bounced slowly.

with a hand, you grabbed at the base while your lips made their way around the pulsing tip.

the new contact wired a low groan out of josh’s mouth, knuckles now wrapping themselves into your hair.

you started off slow.

bobbing your head only enough to take less than a few inches in as your hands twisted and tugged on the parts that weren’t in your mouth.

his mouth was wide open, spurring out words of praise while his hands tried to push your head closer, simultaneously pushing his cock farther into your mouth.

“fuck…holy shit thats good, s’good…” his head fell back and a grin fell on his face at the sounds of you gagging all on him.

tears pricked your eyes like thorns, and taunting you for thinking you could handle something so big.

the quicker you sucked on it, the louder the noises of your choking were. it made your cheeks burn hot in embarrassment.

the closer he was to finishing, the quicker he ripped your head from him.

right when you were in the zone. what an asshole.

“h-huh? wha— what? was it bad?” you asked in pure confusion, eyes big and full of tears as you stared up at him.

josh shook his head, his chest heaving and breath hot. “the complete opposite. i just want to finish while fucking your pussy. not your mouth.”

every time he spoke like that, you were just left with your mouth half-open and brows raised, looking dumb founded.

all he could do was laugh.

he grabbed you from the floor, picking you up with ease and hooking your legs around his hips.

hands on the prize, he palmed your ass to hold you up as he started chewing up your neck, loving the taste and all the mewls you cried out.

he was rock hard. dick twitching and ready to burst just from feeling your bare tits on his skin.

but he had to stay strong, had to maintain himself so he could blow a mean load into your guts and clean up the mess.

like a respectful gentleman.

thought there was nothing gentle about the things he was about to do to you.

before you knew it, your back was slammed against the mattress and your shorts were being stripped off your body, all in one swift movement.

he carefully placed one of your feet on his shoulders, holding it there with his left hand.

the view was something straight out of some cheap porno.

his biceps tightening as he ripped open your tights right where your cunt was, his fingers of his free hand slowly sliding your panties to the side.

you twitched from under him, knees bucking as you felt a thick digit rubbing between your lips, teasing your clit.

a whine left your mouth, noises almost pornographic. so embarrassing how quick he could get you like this just from one finger.

and he wasnt even thrusting it yet.

“so wet ‘n pretty. didn’t even have to wet it before putting it inside.” he tutted, sucking in his bottom lip between his teeth to hold himself back from saying something that was almost disrespectful.

your eyes rolled into your skull, biting down on the tip of your acrylic nail to hold back a dramatic moan that was inching out of you.

“josh, just fuck me already. please”

he wanted it as bad as you did. but he was an asshole about shit so, of course he had to take the high road.

“not just yet, gotta get you ready for me.” his tone was cocky as hell. he knew how big he was and how dramatic you were. so if he tore you up, he wouldn’t hear the end of it.

after a short moment, he sucked in a breath and scoffed. “fuck it.” he muttered almost to himself and quickly after, he grabbed at your hips, flipping you completely onto your stomach.

as if you’d run away, he forcefully pulled your hips up, leaving a sharp slap on the full skin of your ass through the tights.

you still felt every little thing, jumping and flinching at the burning pain; that still felt so fucking good.

once he realized he couldn’t get the full effect, he was ripping that section of the flimsy material too.

all in a few seconds, he was sliding your panties back to the side and grabbing himself, positioning his length right at your entrance.

a dazed chuckle left josh’s mouth and he’s practically drooling at the sight. “shit, baby. if only you could see how good this looks.”

your back was arched, leaving a sexy arc that made him dizzy to look at.

he never imagined actually having you like this. and it made him so eager to fill you up.

with a guttural moan at your tight walls soaking him in, he tried to slowly push in every inch.

which made everything feel ten times better.

he sucked in a sharp breath, biting on his bottom lip and making a writhed up expression at how good it felt.

you on the other hand, let out a harsh gasp when his tip was touching areas you never thought could be reached.

it made your head perk up from being stuffed in the bed, eyes wide and chest heaving.

“g’nna start— f-fuck— moving… now…” he could barely speak, groans interrupting his words as he started bucking his hips forward.

his hands grabbed at the fat on your hips, holding you in place.

your mouth was stuck in an ‘o’ shape, brows furrowed up and eyes shut as you felt every. damn. thing.

noises you didn’t even know you could make were being let out. and he was barely even fucking you the way he wanted to yet…

how embarrassing.

his dick was so good. you had goosebumps on every part of your body and you could hear your juices squelching every time he thrusted into you.

when he started to get used to the tight and wet feeling, a hand reached for the hair that rested over your neck, grabbing up a handful of it.

with this, all he could do was fuck into you harder, skin slapping as he bit on his bottom lip.

his dark green eyes were full of lust due to the way you just consumed every inch so well.

you were loud. telling him you couldn’t take it and babbling out a whole lot of nonsense.

it just felt too good.

“what’s wrong, baby? never had anyone fuck you this good? hm?… yeah i bet no one’s been appreciating this pretty pussy like they should be.” he groaned, looking at your body as if it was a renaissance painting, his free hand grabbing at the plush skin of your ass with every fiber in him.

safe to say the skin was tinted red with his hand print all over it.

the mix of pleasure and pain of being stretched out made you weak.

your brain was absolute mush and you were so cock drunk, his dick replacing the feeling of all the alcohol from earlier.

“j—! oh my— fuck…!” was all you could blabber out. you tried to respond but he was pulling your hair so harshly, causing your back to arch more than you physically could.

meaning he was hitting a whole new spot, with harsher movements and a faster pace. the new feeling made your mind completely black out.

you were left a loud, whiny and moaning mess.

josh had promised himself to not get too caught up in one thing on this trip.

but the alcohol and ways you were talking to him earlier into the night made his dick twitch in his pants for any kind of attention from just you.

the both of you were close.

he could feel your walls tightening around his cock so nicely, making him want to empty all the cum he could hold into you.

“shit— shit, y/n. ‘m gonna cum inside this pussy, yeah? gonna make you all mine, fill you up so nice.” he was spewing half-minded bullshit in between deep breaths, grabbing at your hair and your hip while his thrusts became more aggressive.

you were drooling everywhere, his words made you want to cum right then and there.

the sounds of wet skin slapping and the feeling of his balls slapping against your clit consumed all of your thoughts.

“c— cum..! g’nna cum.. fuck—!” your legs were trembling, voice shaky while you reached for your orgasm by fucking yourself on his dick, rutting your hips; gripping the bed sheets for stability.

could’ve sworn you were seeing stars. your vision started to enhance white sparks and your eyes were open as wide as they could go, a loud moan of his name slipped out of your mouth.

a few more pumps in and he was cumming deep inside of you, holding his dick as deep as it could go.

he finished with a baritone and low groan, biting at his bottom lip as he watched the cum overflow, slipping out of you and down your thighs.

the both of you lied there in sweat and with limp

limbs, one of his hands was still stuck to your ass, holding it as he rested on his back while you were on your stomach.

“you awake?” josh muttered to you in a bit of concern, breaking the silence.

when he heard soft breathing in replace of your voice, he figured that was his answer and got up to find something he could clean you up with.

tags: @someobsessionrequired @lanadelreyscokewhor3

[delulujuls]

thick thighs save lives (but ruin racing suits) | ln4, op81

hi! i got this idea from one tiktok i saw today. this one goes for my plus size girlies (including myself lmao) so please enjoy as much as papaya boys would enjoy some pair of thick thighs!

summary: lando and oscar never seen their friend with something tight on, so when it comes to try on new racing suits she have a big surprise for them

warnings: slightly disturbed perception of body image

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!mclarendriver x lando norris

Y/N sometimes forgot that she was a girl.

At the beginning of her career she tried to make an effort to look good, showing that a male-dominated sport wouldn't take away her feminine grace. Years ago she used to wake up early, style her hair, do makeup and spend a lot of money on fixing cosmetics but unfortunately everything was lost due to sweat, a balaclava and a tight helmet. So the girl decided that this fight made absolutely no sense - she decided to stuck only to lip balm and mascara.

Despite keeping her makeup to a minimum, even her mascara remained treacherous, smearing under her eyes after each race or training session, making her look like a panda. In terms of clothes, the girl didn't have much opportunity to show off either. Her clothes were largely either team tracksuits, a racing suit, or just a baggy orange T-shirt and jeans.

And just as Oscar and Lando looked great after the race despite sweat and messy hair, her post-race glow didn't really existed. On the contrary, she looked as if she had a hard, sleepless night.

It is known that when media days fell on the calendar, the girl tried to look her best. She had light make-up and nicely styled hair, but her body was still covered by loose layers of clothes. It would seem that apart from her physiotherapist and the team doctor, no one around her had any idea what kind of figure the girl really had.

However, everything changed when the break between seasons came. When places had numerous galas and events and you could throw away uncomfortable helmets and team clothes. However, as we know, everything comes to an end at some point and we have to return to the gray reality. This was the case, when the day came and it was time to try on new racing suits for the upcoming season.

Y/N hugged Lando and Oscar upon seeing them outside the entrance to McLaren's headquarters. The trio hadn't had the opportunity to see each other for several weeks, so there was a lot of joy. In a good mood, surrounded by conversation, they went inside and immediately went to the designated place. After a short presentation of costumes, everyone received theirs and went to change, only to come back after a while and report any reservations regarding comfort and range of movement. Y/N took her suit without thinking and went to change. She was surprised when the suit got stuck on her butt and refused to go up any higher.

"What the hell"

The girl muttered under her breath, gripping her fit tighter and jumping in it several times. When it finally slid over her ass, Y/N slipped her hands into the sleeves and zipped up the zipper, sealing the Velcro around her neck. Something was definitely wrong. The girl looked in the mirror at her reflection. The outfit was great and looked amazing, the only problem was that it was a bit tight. Which shouldn't be the case, because the outfits were based on last season's, so the dimensions shouldn't differ drastically. It was impossible to gain so much weight in three months, right?

The girl turned around, looking at the back of her body. The outfit was definitely tight. Just as it was still relatively tight on her chest, it was very tight on her thighs and butt.

Y/N covered her mouth with her hand, looking at her reflection. Have she really always had such big thighs? Did she actually gain weight during the past break?

She was brought out of her thoughts by a knock on the bathroom and the voices of Lando and Oscar outside the door.

"Are you ready?"

The girl felt her cheeks burning with shame.

"I think I have a problem"

Hearing this, the friends fell silent and looked at each other.

"Can we come in?"

Y/N agreed quietly, still staring at herself in the mirror. With each passing second, she became more and more confused about her reflection.

Oscar and Lando entered the bathroom, also wearing their suits. When they noticed their friend standing with her back to them, the first thing they noticed was her butt. Lando quickly looked up at the ceiling and Oscar walked over to the girl, trying his hardest to focus on the reflection of her face in the mirror.

"What happened?"

Y/N bit her lip in shame and silently turned towards them. Her friends involuntarily looked at her, pretending they didn't know what she meant. But as soon as they saw the material tight around her ass from the entrance to the bathroom, they knew exactly what the matter was about.

"My suit is too tight" The girl said quietly, looking at herself "It doesn't fit at all"

Lando wrapped his arms around himself and covered his mouth with his hand. He tried his hardest not to speak, because all he could think about were comments about her thighs and whether she could crush him with them. It didn't get much easier for Oscar. He put his hands on his hips and looked at his friend silently. He was afraid that he would be unable to comfort her in any way, because his mind was completely blank.

Piastri cleared his throat after a while, trying to return from the land of fantasy and behave as if the whole situation was really dramatic.

"Is it very tight?"

"Oh, just look!"

The girl spread her arms and spun around. Lando bit his lip and tilted his head back. Oscar held his breath, having no idea what to say. He was totally mesmerized by her curves.

"I- Uhm, I think it's just a mistake and they'll make you a different one without any problem."

"Different one?" Y/N asked, feeling tears in her eyes. “What if it's not a mistake and I've gained weight these past few months?”

"After all, the tests showed that everything was fine with your measurements."

Oscar said calmly.

Y/N turned to the mirror again and looked at her reflection.

"What a total shit"

"Hey, don't say that" Lando was immediately outraged "You look great"

"Great?" The girl snorted, "Come on, I look ridiculous."

"To be honest, I agree with Lando one hundred percent."

Oscar replied, looking once more at the back of the girl's body.

"My thighs are a disaster! What kind of racing driver has such big thighs?"

The girl burst out, turning again towards them.

"Max has nice thighs," Lando pointed out, thinking for a moment, "I'm sure his thighs are the national pride of the Netherlands."

Y/N wasn't in the mood to joke. Devastated, she looked down her body.

Oscar walked up to her and hugged her without saying a word.

"You look beautiful. And you have a really amazing figure"

Lando walked over to his friends and hugged them as well.

The girl felt a little better with the support of her friends. However, for a moment she forgot that men would be men and nothing would ever dissuade them from having dirty thoughts.

"I agree with Oscar, because you really look great," Lando started. Oscar looked at him, knowing full well what was coming and knowing that he wouldn't be able to stop it. "But with all the respect I have for you as a friend and as a woman in general, holy shit, I would pay extra for you to strangle me with your thighs. And man, that mad bunda, too."

Y/N didn't know what to say for a moment. She only felt a blush creeping onto her cheeks. Did she just receive the strangest compliment of her life?

She freed herself a little from her friends' embrace and looked at Lando's face.

"Seriously?"

He seeing that his comment was not received negatively, quickly nodded.

"You have such a body that-" "Lando meant that you shouldn't worry about what you look like because you look really great."

Oscar interjected, knowing full well that Lando's comments should be kept to himself.

The girl smiled weakly and sniffled. Her friends' words lifted her spirits a bit.

"My only concern now is how I will get this contraption off of me."

Lando and Oscar smirked, involuntarily exchanging glances.

"I think we can help you with that."

[kamiversee]

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* CHAPTER 3 || The Art of Seduction

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, a bit of smut, & sexual tension.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 5.1k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

——"SO WHERE CAN I FIND HIM?" You ask Gojo after a few minutes of continued conversation.

Gojo's now in his sweatpants lying across your bed. He was serious about not going back to Shoko at all and he earned a lovely text from her after he told her he wasn't returning. You managed to sneak a peak a few minutes ago and based on the large paragraph you saw, Shoko definitely cursed Gojo out for ditching her.

"Where can you find him?" Gojo scoffs, his gaze set on your bedroom ceiling. "Sweetheart, what kinda question is that?"

You're glaring at him while you sit beside him, "Uh, a good one? All you did was give me a name and a picture, what the hell am I supposed to do with that?"

Gojo chuckles, finding your constant annoyance with him nothing short of amusing. "There's something called the internet. A name and a picture are all you need nowadays. Geto Suguru, that's his full name."

"Oh come on, this is all a get?" You say with a tired huff. For a second you're disappointed but before you let your frustrations get to you, you lean toward Gojo and give him an innocent little smile. "Can't you give me a little more than that, like where I can find him in real life and not online like some stalker...?" You ask.

Blue irises shoot over to your nearing frame. His gaze dampens with understanding as he eyes you, "Mmmh... How about I give you his Instagram?" Gojo says almost teasingly.

You shift onto your side a bit, holding up your body with your elbow before inching even closer to him. So close that your breasts press up against his arm. Then, you reach your other arm over and place a hand on his chest, tracing small little shapes on his skin.

Your eyes are almost begging him for more, "Can I get more than that? Please?" You ask, your voice nearly a whine.

Damn the way you make his body twitch because of your pleas. Gojo nibbles on his lower lip and he smirks a bit, "Why should I give you more than that? I'm already paying you to seduce him. Never said I'd help you find him."

You bite back the groan that tries to escape you. Gojo is infuriating but you shove your negative thoughts on him down as you push your body up and suddenly toss a leg over him, straddling him. You take a seat right over his crotch and earn an immediate deep groan from Gojo.

You're only wearing his t-shirt so sitting on top of him leaves one layer of clothing between your bodies. Gojo struggles to control himself with the feeling of your bare warm cunt sitting just above his cock, his sweatpants the only thing in between you two.

A hand is pressed into his abdomen as you lean forward a little, "Satoru," You purr, your tone making his breath hitch ever so slightly. "Just a little more, please?" You utter softly.

He opens his mouth but his response falls off his tongue when you shift your hips and rub over his clothed length. Gojo sighs and turns his head away from you, "Damn you..." He curses, annoyed by the sensual effect you have on him.

You rub yourself in a backward motion while leaning your torso forward to him. "Is that a yes?" You hum.

Gojo rolls his eyes and slowly swivels his head back in your direction, "No." He replies coldly.

You pout and tip your head to the side, rolling your hips over his crotch as if that's supposed to help you convince him. Even though the two of you just had sex and you're a bit too tired to go another round, clearly the only language Gojo understands is one spoken through sensuality.

Another hand slips over his bare chest and you gently press your fingers into his firm abs, his skin tense to your every touch. Your body leans forward some more and you arch your back a little, furthering the friction of your crotch over his.

"Please?" You whisper in the best tone you can to convince him.

Gojo grunts and his head threatens to turn from you again until you move your hand from his abdomen to his chin and pull him back. He doesn't know what kind of effect or hold you have on him but fuck is it working.

"Fuck, alright, alright..." Gojo grumbles, "What do you want? His class schedule?"

You grin, "That and maybe somewhere he usually hangs out. Y'know, so I can approach him in a normal setting and not like some creepy whore..."

The male below you chuckles, "Right. Well uh, Suguru usually-"

"Or," You cut off, rolling your hips over him again. "You can just introduce me to him yourself..."

Gojo takes in a crisp breath of air before moving his hands over your thighs. He tries to hide it but you can clearly tell he's struggling to control himself. It'd be a lie to say the man wasn't having thoughts of you bouncing on his cock right now. He swallows hard and you feel his fingertips press into your skin firmly.

A sudden smile spreads across his face and his eyes drop down to your waist, "Suguru's gonna have a fuckin' field day with you..." Gojo says with a slight scoff. "Y'know what, sure. I'll introduce you to him."

You flash a big thankful smile, "Really?"

"Mhm," Gojo hums deeply, his hands sliding up to your hips.

"Thank you," You say before another thought crosses your mind. "Oh, can you also tell me what kinda things he likes?"

Gojo's eyes are no longer on your face, most of his attention has gone to the way you look and feel on top of him. The hands he has on your hips slip under the shirt you're wearing and his soft skin presses into you.

"What kind of things he likes? Listen, I'm not just gonna sit here and tell you every-" Gojo is cut off by you grinding over him again and you watch him let out a hefty sum of air, almost as if he panted. "Fuck, stop moving so much..." He whispers.

You arch a brow, "Hm? What was that?" You respond playfully even though you hear him clearly.

The look in his eyes is serious, "Stop. Moving." He commands.

"I'm just trying to get comfortable..." You mumble innocently before wiggling into his crotch a little.

Gojo brushes off your comment with another eye roll. "What uh, what'd you want me to tell you again? Things Suguru likes?" He diverts.

A little grin takes over your features as you notice Gojo's being more obedient now. "Mhm, like maybe what kinda clothes or things in a woman he looks for?"

Gojo lifts his hips up a little, pressing himself into you and earning a jolt of tension to scurry up your spine. You ignored his length growing hard before due to your other movements but because he lifts into you, you can't exactly ignore the bulge you feel below you.

"He likes tight clothes on women if I remember correctly. And uh-," You rotate your hips around in a slow circle, and Gojo nearly moans mid-sentence. "Jesus, uhm... Fuck, what the hell was I saying again?"

The way you effectively distract him is amusing, it's what leads you to keep teasing him the way you are. "You were... telling me the things Geto likes. C'mon Satoru, focus." You utter sweetly.

His eyes glide up along your body until he settles on your face. "I don't need to tell you anything else, he'll like you. Trust me." He assures you.

Good enough. Seems like you're not half bad at seducing men. Maybe the problem was you going to find the right ones all along...

However, Gojo is a special case since he claims to have already had the hots for you from months ago. And since he says Geto will like you, you'll take his word for it.

With that, you lean back and relax on top of him. Gojo's eyes are a bit hazy in lust and the lack of friction over his erection is slowly driving him insane. You flinch when you hear the man call your name out in a tone filled with pure desperation, almost high-pitched with a fore-throbbing whine.

"Enough about Suguru," Gojo breathes out, "Finish what you started pretty girl." He requests.

You feign cluelessness, "I didn't start anything though?" You hum, chuckling a little.

That frosty gaze of his is stirring chills to slide down your spine. "Alright," He scoffs, "Slide back a bit then."

You stare for a second before moving, purposefully rolling over him as you move backward. Once you're no longer sitting on his crotch, you watch as Gojo shamelessly moves his hand down to palm himself.

Your lashes flutter in disbelief when he makes direct eye contact with you and pulls his cock out of his sweats. Damn the way your eyes shoot down instantly, your gaze met with an embarrassing leak of precum glazing over his tip.

His hand travels down his throbbing length, moving to relieve himself right in front of you. "Are you..." You blink to see if the sight of Goio stroking his length will disappear. It doesn't. "Are you jerking off? Right in front of me??" You huff.

Gojo smirks and his grip on himself grows tighter, "Fuck... No, I'm not agh-, jerking off in front of you. I'm jerking off to you." He corrects with a slight groan.

"Pervert..." You whisper loosely as your eyes remained glued to his cock.

That was just inside you? It's so... long. You're almost mesmerized by his hand movements, watching Gojo pull up and swirl his thumb over his tip with a very quiet whine he hopes you don't hear (you do).

His pulls only become quicker the more you stare and it doesn't take much for him to come close to an orgasm, especially with the way he sees your mouth watering.

Gojo moans your name out and you look up to his face. "Y'see what you do to me?" He pants, "F-Fuck, do me a favor..."

You think you get butterflies in reaction to his words. Again, perhaps you really are good at seducing men. "What is it Satoru?" You ask softly.

"Spit on it f'me," He huffs, "Please?"

Water is already being welled up in your mouth and you don't even hesitate to lower yourself to him slightly, spitting on his flushed tip just as he requested. Gojo's strokes become faster and he's panting and trying his best not to moan or whine.

His efforts fly out the window when you go further and push your tongue to his tip, just to get the slightest taste. Gojo lets out the filthiest moan when you wrap your lips around him and slip your tongue through the slit of his cock.

"Shit-," He chokes and his eyes almost roll back despite you hardly doing anything. "W-Wait I'm-," Again, Gojo is unable to speak and you're surprised when you pull your mouth off of him and he cums right then and there.

Right on your face too. You closed your eyes fast enough but Gojo didn't fail to get his seed on your tongue, lips, some on your nose, and even a bit all the way up above your eyebrow. The effect you have on the poor man is truly embarrassing.

Carefully, you open your eyes and blink a few times as you render the fact that he just came on your face.

Meanwhile, Gojo is dazed. He wants to take a picture so bad-- your pretty face decorated in his cum. It does something to him. He knows you'd never let him though, he's already got a video of you playing with yourself but this is just...

Well, it's worse but that's not why he wants a picture. Gojo wants to have this image of you so that he can go back to it later and so that he'll never be able to forget the scene of you decorated in his cum. "Fuck, I'm..." Gojo lets out a breathy laugh, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to uh..."

"Cum on my face?" You say slightly annoyed. A warning would've been nice, even though he couldn't get it out in time.

You raise a hand to wipe it off. "W-Wait," Gojo calls, causing you to pause. He beckons you to him with two fingers and you raise a brow.

Hesitantly, you crawl over him and toward his face until you're hovering over him. Gojo sits up slightly and you just knew he was about to lick his remnants off your face with how close he got to you. He doesn't though, thankfully.

Instead, Gojo moves to wipe his cum off your face with his hand as if he didn't want you to touch it. His thumb is gentle against your face and the two of you lock eyes as he cleans you.

When he's done, his thumb covered in his white fluids, his gaze drops down to your lips. Gojo smirks and forces your mouth open, wiping the fluids from his thumb onto your tongue. Your eyes widen but you don't fight with him.

"Swallow it for me?" He asks gently. Your stomach churns and you do just that, going as far as to suck on his thumb a little while you swallow down his seed. Gojo smiles proudly and whispers a soft and quiet, "That's my girl."

You try not to get too distracted but there is an emotion that swells in your heart. You ignore it for now but it's still there. "Satoru," You murmur.

"Hm?" He hums in response.

Your mind is thankfully back on the point of the entire interaction, "My money." You remind him.

Gojo chuckles and reaches a hand into the pocket of his sweatpants, pulling out his wallet. Two thousand dollars in straight cash is pulled out of his wallet and he slips it into your hand.

He just walks around with this much money on him?? You wonder to yourself.

"First person on the list complete," Gojo hums. "But," He tilts his head and leans close to your expression, "You can always call me for more."

With a slick smile, you tip your head close to his and give him a little peck, "I know."

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆ .　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

As for your second target, Geto Suguru, meeting him was... an event.

If you thought that you were nervous when Gojo threatened to expose your video to the school, Geto made you utterly speechless. The breath was stripped right from your throat with how direct and clear he was with how he viewed you and what he wanted.

Gojo is silly with his flirting but Geto? That man is blunt with it. So blunt that you understand why Gojo said he's considered a 'medium' level difficulty.

It was late into the afternoon when Gojo called you over to his apartment. You slipped yourself into a simple yet pretty short black dress that accentuated your body shape.

This was to fit the image of women that Gojo told you Geto was attracted to of course but, you couldn't deny the way the dress lured attention from quite a few people as you made your way to Gojo's place. And it was no help when Gojo opened his front door and his eyes instantly shot down to your body.

"Damn," Is the first thing Gojo utters at the sight of you.

It's been about three days since this whole thing started and today was the day you were set to try seducing Geto. Your blackmailer informed you that the other guys on the list weren't going to be as easy since he won't introduce you to them and it may even take days or weeks to seduce some of them.

That bothered you a bit but hey, at least you have something outside of school to work on-- and you're getting paid.

Like always, your head is tipped back so that you can look up at the tall man wearing that annoying smirk of his. "Hi Gojo," You greet.

The male pouts, "What happened to calling me Satoruuu?"

Since you slept with him, you haven't seen him much so you assumed that calling him by his first name was just a one-time thing. Turns out you were wrong, "Oh, I just thought..."

"C'mon sweetheart, we're friends now aren't we?" Gojo asks.

You fold your arms under your chest and Gojo's vision focuses on your tits instantly. "Are we?" You ask in return.

His blue eyes narrow a bit as he stares, "Mhmm... Yeah," Gojo murmurs, clearly dazed for a second. You didn't know it but he was already having flashbacks of you and him a few days ago-- the way he had you laid out, moaning for him, scratching at his back, and eventually face covered in his-

"Alright then Satoru," You call, breaking him from his thoughts. "Since we're 'friends', you'll let me inside now right?"

Gojo shakes his head a little to part from his mind, "You should let me inside you again," He teases.

Heat rushes to your face and your eyes widen as you glance around the hallway to make sure no one else is there to witness or hear his foolishness. Seeing no one, you turn back to Gojo with a glare.

"I take it back, we're not friends." You say curtly.

Gojo moves a hand to his chest, pretending to be hurt, "Aw, that's hurtful... You're really gonna play hard to get now?" He questions.

Your firm gaze doesn't waver. "Can you just let me inside already?"

He chuckles and moves his body to the side so that you can walk past him. Once you do, Gojo's eyes drop to your ass and he smiles ridiculously hard. "Y'know, I don't mind if you decide to be like that," Gojo tells you.

His words confuse you so you end up turning around to him as he closes his front door. "Be like what?" You ask.

"Hard to get. Doesn't make me any less interested in you," Gojo admits.

Clearly, despite the blackmailing and the whole whoring you out to people he knows, Gojo has some kind of genuine attraction to, interest in, or even crush on you.

With a scoff, you focus yourself on why you're at his place right now, "I'm not concerned with your interests right now Satoru."

He smirks, "Oh?"

"Yeah, I'm interested in Geto's interests as of right now." You tell him confidently.

Gojo nods his head slowly, his eyes flickering behind you for just a moment. "That so?" He hums.

"Yeah..."

"Why's that again?" Gojo suddenly asks.

You blink, "You know why."

Gojo meets your gaze for a second before looking somewhere behind you again, this time his brows furrow a little. "Do I...?" He asks softly.

You turn your head behind you to see what he kept looking at but you're met with an empty hall that leads to other parts of Gojo's apartment.

Turning back to Gojo, you nod, "Yeah, you do. Hell, the only reason I'm here right now is for Geto."

Something inside Gojo pangs at your words but he pushes this feeling off. His mouth opens to respond with something witty but he's cut off.

"Is that so?" Another voice chimes in, the sound coming from your left and Gojo's right.

Both of you turn your head in that direction and your eyes go wide as Gojo's lips move to a smile.

Any words you had fallen off your tongue as you met eyes with Geto Suguru. Half of his raven locks of hair are pulled back into a bun and the remaining flows down his back, ending somewhere in the middle. He's got his fingers curled around a glass of water and his eyes won't leave yours.

Even with the distance between the two of you, you can tell he's tall, probably somewhere around Gojo's height if not the same. Geto seemed to have been lounging around based on the black sweater and sweatpants he's got on.

You've gone awfully quiet since he's said something and you stiffen up where you stand as Geto raises the glass of water to his face and takes a sip, eyes gliding down along your body.

Fuck, he's even sexier in person. You thought to yourself.

"Satoru," Geto calls out, his voice filled with so much affection that even you felt weird hearing it.

If your name had ever been called in such a way you'd melt right then and there. His voice is so sweet, sweet like honey as he calls Gojo's name. Hell, your head turns to the white-haired man to see if he even hears the way his friend calls for him.

Of course, Gojo seems to be used to it. "Hm?" He hums.

"Who's the angel you brought with you?" Geto asks, his eyes still on you but words directed to his friend.

Gojo steps toward you and tosses an arm over your shoulder, "Just a friend of mine." He says simply.

"Do I owe this friend of yours something?" Geto asks in response.

"Not that I know of, no."

"Then why's she 'here for me'?" He questions further.

Gojo's brows raise and he looks down at you, "Well sweetheart? I'm sure you can answer that better than I can."

Great. Gojo did that on purpose. He's putting you on the spot as if he doesn't only have you here to seduce the male standing in the kitchen. You shoot Gojo a quick glare and then look back to Geto, whose eyes are filled with curiosity.

"Uh, w-well," Damnit, Geto's intense eye contact has you stuttering and Gojo's arm over your shoulder, and closeness doesn't help you much. "Satoru promised to introduce me to you..." You murmur.

Gojo sighs at the fact that you threw the spotlight back onto him but luckily, Geto's not interested in talking to Gojo more than he already does. "Yeah?" Geto hums to you.

Your head nods slightly.

"And what's so special about meeting me? Again, do I owe you something...?" He asks, tilting his head slightly and giving you a warm little smile.

Your heart races as you try to come up with a response. Geto's smile is charming, but there's an air of mystery surrounding him that leaves you uneasy and nervous. You take a deep breath and gather your thoughts before speaking.

"No, you don't owe me anything," You reply, trying your best to sound confident. "I just uh..." Shit, what are you supposed to say? You wanted to meet him so you could fuck him for some stupid game Gojo has you playing?

Geto has his head still tilted but he straightens up and sets his glass of water off to the side. His hands go to his pockets casually and he moves to stand near the end of the counter.

One hand rises from his pocket and he beckons you closer with two fingers, "C'mere," Geto calls.

Gojo suddenly removes his arm from your shoulder, "I'll let you two chat," He hums playfully as he walks past you and heads down the hallway.

Your eyes go wide and your heart sinks, "W-Wait don't just leave me-," You sigh frustratedly while Gojo ignores you and dips off around a corner.

Slowly, your sights return to Geto who's still waiting for you to come to him.

"C'mon, I don't bite," He taunts, "Well, unless you want me to-"

"N-No." You squeak. "I just, I'm fine right here. Why do you need me so close?"

"Sorry gorgeous but, I can't hear you too well from all the way over there." He says, this time sending you a friendly smile.

You're hesitant but, you end up walking toward him. He's standing right by the edge of the kitchen counter so you approach the side closest to him. You're close enough to smell the cologne radiating off his body but not close to the point where you're uncomfortable or anything.

"There she is," Geto purrs as you come to a stop. He then extends a hand out for you to shake, "See? I'm not so scary up close am I?"

Scary? No. Ridiculously attractive? Yes. "No, I guess not..." You respond in a soft tone while taking his hand and shaking it.

Geto holds your hand firmly, running his thumb over the surface of your skin. "Now tell me, why'd you wanna meet me again?" He asks, his voice low and captivating.

"Uhm..." You swallow hard. Staring directly into his eyes wasn't easy and you swear your hand was growing all sweaty.

He weighs in closer to you, his face nearing yours a little, "Uhmm...?" Geto mocks, clearly teasing you in a similar way to Gojo.

You blink, "Sorry, you're just..." Don't say it. Don't say it. Do not say-, "Really hot." You blurt out.

He freezes and you feel as though you could die. Then, Geto starts laughing at you, flashing the prettiest smile you think you've ever seen from a man. "Think so?" He utters in the middle of his laughter.

Just go with it. At least you were getting somewhere, "Yeah uh, it's distracting." You continue.

Geto's laughter dies down and he suddenly shifts your hand, tugging it close to his face and moving to kiss over your knuckles. "How do you think you're making me feel?" He says smoothly as he stares into your eyes.

Your knees threaten to go weak. "H-Huh?"

"I mean," Geto lifts away from your hand and tilts his head over to bluntly look at your body, "Coming into my apartment, asking for me, wearing that..." He lists before glancing at your face again, "Looking like that..."

"Like what?" You ask.

He smirks, "My type."

A surge of mixed emotions flush into your face. He's got you flustered already. You're nervous and all hot, "Are you flirting with me right now?" You say with the falsest confidence you could muster.

"I am," Geto hums.

That's great and all but how are you supposed to convince him to fuck you...? Damn Gojo and this dumb ass game of his. You sigh and try your best to have your way with the man before you. Getting to know him isn't important. All that matters is that you sleep with him.

You're lucky there's no time limit on this but still, you want to just get it all over with. Purposefully pushing your chest out further as you straighten up your standing posture, you flash Geto a nice smile.

"Cute." You say slyly.

His brows furrow and he restrains from looking down at your tits. "Cute? You think my flirting is cute?" Geto chuckles.

You nod your head, "Yup."

"You pretending to be confident is what's cute," Geto argues back, having been caught on to your false confidence.

Your body tenses and you think your heart sinks a little. So much for being confident. The man sees right through you. "I wasn't pretending..." You deny.

Geto chuckles, "Sure you weren't. What's your name gorgeous?"

First Gojo with sweetheart and now Geto with gorgeous... Are you ever going to escape these nicknames? Probably not.

You give the man your name and his smile widens.

"That's pretty." He compliments, his words forcing a smile onto your face. "And please, just call me Suguru."

"Are you sure...?" You ask hesitantly.

He nods, "Why wouldn't I wanna hear my name coming from that pretty little mouth of yours?"

You freeze. He's so bold... almost too bold. Maybe he knows. Maybe Gojo told him the whole thing and he knows exactly why you're here.

"Now," Geto begins, breaking you from your thoughts, "You never really answered my question about why you wanted to meet me."

Shit. You still don't have a cover-up for that. You don't know anything about him so how are you supposed to explain why you wanted to meet him? If you knew where he works or what he does for a living maybe you could use that but Gojo didn't give you that much information.

You definitely should've asked Gojo more questions. You sigh and give the shittiest but only excuse you could come up with, "I saw you the other day and mentioned you to Satoru, he said he knew you and could introduce me to you so... here I am."

Geto stares, his eye contact making you nervous as always. "Right... So now that you're here... Tell me, what is it that you want from me?"

You chew on your lower lip. Again, how do you respond to this?

Before you come up with something, Geto suddenly leans down closer to you. "Is there something I can do for you gorgeous?" He murmurs in an almost seductive tone, clearly hinting at something.

Yes. He could bend you over the kitchen counter and have his way with you so that you can get him checked off that stupid ass list... But of course, you're not gonna say all of that out loud.

"Uhm, n-no?" You utter.

Your breath sinks into your throat as he nears you some more, his face stopping a few inches away from your own. "You sound unsure." Geto teases. He then places his hand over your own and gives you a gentle smile, "You wanted to see me for a reason so, just tell me."

"I'm interested in you." You end up blurting out.

His eyes widen, "Yeah?" Geto smiles, still remaining close to you, "Interested in me how?"

Sexually. But you don't say that.

Instead, your eyes drop down to his lips, and damn the way Geto notices it too. You're screwed, so screwed. He definitely knows you came over to seduce him. There's no way he doesn't.

With what little confidence you have, you decide to just say 'fuck it' and go for it. "I think you know how." You say with a different tune to your voice.

Your words prompt a quirk on his lips, "Maybe," Geto replies, furthering your suspicions of Gojo telling him everything. "But damn, at least take me on a date first..." He says playfully.

And there's your confirmation. He definitely knows why you're here.

"Well, when are you free?" You respond. Knowing that he's already aware of your intentions only makes this whole thing easier for you.

Geto flashes a smile, "Wow, you actually wanna take me on a date? Alright then, I'm free tomorrow night if you are."

Of course you are, tomorrow's a Sunday and you barely even have friends as it is.

"Yeah, I'm free..." You hum.

He nods and the two of you soon exchange numbers.

A little more small talk occurs between you two but ultimately, your plan to seduce Geto and get him to sleep with you has officially begun...

GOJO SATORU ✔︎

GETO SUGURU ☐

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[hsunrry]

moustache // one shot

harry styles x fem!reader

summary: based on this request. (part 2)

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words: ~600

warnings: smut18+, praise, fingering, oral (f receiving), squirting

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“babe.” you chuckled when he wrapped his arms around you from behind and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. “you’re tickling me. shave already.”

“it’s part of my charm now, i can’t just shave it.” he mumbled, planting soft kisses on your skin. his moustache scratching you.

“and you look good, but you’re tickling me.” you smiled. he spun you around, cupping your face in his hands.

“i could show you what this moustache can do.” he grinned, wiggling his brows playfully.

“what do you mean exactly?” you asked amused, looking up at him. he only pecked your lips, lifting you up and going towards the bedroom. “what are you doing?”

“showing you what it can do.” he laid you down gently on the bed, crawling onto it with you.

“okay, go on then smartass.” you chuckled, looking at him hovering over you. he grabbed your hair, tilting your head back to expose your neck.

“watch closely.” he pressed his face into your neck, rubbing it with his moustache back and forth. you smiled softly, feeling his free hand taking off your panties. when he took it off his hand went under your t-shirt, squeezing your breast. “you’re so fucking cute when you’re ticklish.” he took your t-shirt off, leaving you completely exposed to him. his fingers teasing your nipples, his lips kissing down your body. “now, let’s see. how about this?” he mumbled against your skin, kissing your inner thigh. you gasped softly. “i think you like this.” he smiled, spreading your legs apart. his hands going up and down your thighs, his soft hair tingling your sensitive skin.

“maybe.” you said, looking at him. his lips brushed against your folds.

“how about now?” he asked, his breath hot against your skin. he was hovering over your core, blowing on it to tease you. when you moaned quietly he kissed the place above your pussy. “mhm, you do like it.” he pressed his lips to your cunt, his moustache deliciously rubbing against you.

“fuck, okay, yeah.” you gasped, grabbing his hair into your hand. soon after he pushed two fingers inside you, slowly pumping it. his mouth covering your pussy as he continued to use his moustache to heighten your sensations. “it feels so good.” you moaned, feeling his fingers curling into perfect curve and moving them faster. he groaned against you, sending vibrations through your body. his tongue flicked against your clit, his moustache providing an extra layer of stimulation. “fuck Harry, i-“ you gasped. “don’t fucking stop, please.” you arched your back slightly.

“yes, baby, give it to me.” he mumbled, continued his relentless pace.

“yes, oh my god!” you cried out, squirting on his t-shirt, fingers and face. he continued to lick and suck as you rode out your release.

“good girl.” he praised, pulling his face away from your core. he whipped his moustache from your juices, looking at his wet shirt. “that’s quite a mess, darling.” he chuckled softly.

“sorry babe.” you chuckled breathlessly, breathing still slightly heavier.

“don’t apologise sweetheart, that’s so fucking hot.” he grinned, hovering over you once again and kissing your lips softly. “i think i need new shirt though.” he smirked against your lips.

“and i think i don’t want you to shave it anymore.” you smiled, touching his moustache with your thumb. he chuckled, nuzzling into your touch.

“oh now you want me to keep this tickling thing?” he teased. you nodded with a smile. “okay then, i’ll keep it for you.”

[nerdygirlramblings]

more Ren

previous

When you get back to your room, you pull the jersey off and get ready for bed. You toss it onto your bed, intent on washing it at the end of the week and returning it to the barracks. You know you need a solid night's sleep as Price said you're starting field training in the morning. Their field work is what sets special forces like the 141 off from traditional squad and battalion structures, so you knew whatever came would be entirely new. When you were qualifying, Gaz had you run simulations verbally, but this is different.

The next morning, Price has you meet them at the barracks. You're dressed as he told you: standard issue cargos and t-shirt, both black, and your boots. You notice the others are in compression shirts over which they then pull regulation Henleys and windcheaters. A frown twists your lips. Price hadn't said anything about top layers.

He must sense your displeasure despite the scent blockers that keep the tinge of overripe fruit from their noses because he glances over at you. "Forgot to tell you about the Henley and windcheater, Ren, sorry. Had Adam grab these for ya." He tosses a black windcheater and grey Henley at you, and you snatch them out of the air before they whap you in the face.

Soap snickers, and you resist rolling your eyes at him. Instead you turn to Price and say, "Thank you, Captain." You pull them on and notice the faint scent of woodsmoke clinging to both. They're big on you, long at the arms and torso. Ghost stares at you, unblinking, and pat yourself down, worrying there's something on the windcheater. When you assure yourself there's nothing there, you look back at the leftenant, furrow between your brows.

Before you can ask him what's wrong, he grunts and turns away. Trying to adjust the windcheater, you wonder if these are standard issue or if Adam orders them special for the 141. Maybe you need to have him order one in your size. You're about to ask when Price starts walking towards a pair of golf buggies on the side of the barracks you hadn't noticed before.

He turns to you, climbing behind the wheel of the first buggy, and motions for you to join him. You climb hesitantly in beside him, and he tells you, "There's a facility, about two acres large, where we do our field training."

"Er, sir, why don't we walk?"

You hear a bright chuckle behind you. You hadn't noticed Gaz getting in the back of the buggy. "There's two ways to get there: the road or the woods," he says. "Once we got our gear on, yer not gunna wanna walk over there."

Price starts up the buggy and pulls away from the barracks. "We'll meet the others there. They'll get the rest 'a the things we need." You have no idea what else you need or what equipment Gaz might be referencing.

Price heads across base and after several minutes you see several large airplane hangers next to a field strewn with city-scape detritus. There's no telling what's in the hangers, but given the what the 141 does, you're sure the debris is for practicing entrance and egress in active combat zones. Despite all the work you've been doing with the 141, the gravity of your new role doesn't hit home until Price cuts the motor of the buggy.

You climb out with Gaz and Price behind you. Price parked between a hanger and the debris, but you don't know what you'll be doing today. As you're looking at both, Price calls your name. "We're in here today," he says, opening the hangar door.

Stepping in, you feel the temperature drop, and suddenly the top layers make more sense. Without central heating or cooling, the hanger is several degrees colder than the outside. Overhead lights illuminate a three-story building. The facade is plain, but there aren't any windows to see into.

Price claps a hand on your shoulder and points at the building. "We're gunna be working on asset retrieval today," he says. He motions to a table off to the side you'd missed. On it are various innocuous objects: a file folder, a USB drive, a photo, a keyring. "Each item is the kind of thing we might be sent to retrieve. We'll run a few scenarios where you'll have to find one of these items, or something similar. I'm not gunna tell ya what it is in advance or where to find it."

Ghost and Soap come in carrying tactical gear and various weapons as Price tells you you'll run this training in pairs. "I want to see how you work with each of the boys." Coming into a previously organized task force it makes sense, but knowing you'll be paired with each man causes a chill down your spine. You can't let them down.

For hours Price sends you in with Gaz or Soap or Ghost, having you find a set of lab keys, proof of embezzlement, a picture of someone that can be used against a target. You learn not to take any item for granted. As the day wears on, Ghost gives you pointers about how to scan a room for information. Soap reminds you to watch for traps. Gaz teaches you how to pick small locks, like those on file cabinets and desk drawers.

You're more mentally worn out when Price calls an end to the work than you were any other day in the last few weeks. "Ya did a good job today, Ren. Solid work for your first time," Price praises. "Need to work on your reaction times, but that'll come as we do more training. An' we didn't run this wi' any resistance, which is unlikely in our job, so eventually you'll be up against foes in training."

You don't miss the glint in Soap's eye or the sharpness of Gaz's smile at this, and you guess the team becomes both hunter and hunted in those simulations. Your pulse races at the thought.

By the time you're back at the barracks, you're exhausted. Gaz invited you in for supper and footie. You beg off, planning to snag something quick from the mess and head straight to bed. The team waves you off as you head back to your quarters.

As they pile into their barracks, Gaz and Soap immediately begin talking over one another.

"-watch 'er put it on-"

"-was swimming-"

"-looked cozy-"

Price's voice cut through the verbal melee. "Olright. So now she's got Gaz's jersey and my top layers. We'll work on getting something of Soap's and Ghost's in 'er hands this week. Then we see wha' she does."

next

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[honeylouwho]

good for you ; soldier boy

synopsis: you like showing ben your favorite movies, but ben likes showing you his favorite moves.

cw: nsfw (18+) / daddy kink / p in v / kissing / ben being delectable / implied age gap / not proofread wc: 795 love note: loosely based on this

“Do you ever stop talking, sweetheart?” Ben was rolling his eyes, tapping on his knee with one finger as he watched you scroll through unfamiliar boxes on the television screen so you could watch some silly movie together. The pet name was more mocking than a term of endearment, especially coming from Soldier Boy, but you didn’t mind.

Ever since Ben had been released from the cryogenic chamber, missing out on multiple years, and thus far behind in culture and understanding, you had made it your mission to teach him all about the current state of the world. Bluetooth, iPhones, laptops, cameras. Really anything that made his brows crease and he looked at with some foreign expression on his face. 

“Yes, Ben,” you sighed, clicking on The Princess Bride with the remote and throwing it to the side. “You’ve never seen this movie. You have to see this movie.”

“Are ya just going to talk through the whole thing, sweetheart?” Ben asked you, stretching out on the couch. He was wearing a gray pair of sweatpants, making it hard to peel your eyes from him. The white t-shirt he was sporting clung to his muscles, the hem of the shirt lifting up just enough to expose his happy trail. 

“No,” you whined, the frustration of his teasing beginning to weigh on you, and he knew when his mockery started to get on your nerves. It only egged him on more, “no teasing, Ben, I like this movie.”

Ben scoffed, throwing an arm on the back of the couch, offering you a place curled into his side. Crawling across the couch, you fit yourself in the crook of his body. As the movie played on the screen, you couldn’t help but fixate on the patch of exposed skin near Ben’s waistband. 

You should have known better, because only fifteen minutes into the movie, you had somehow weaseled your way onto Ben’s lap. The urge and itch to be closer to him, to be connected with his skin was overwhelming.

“Thought you wanted to watch the movie, baby,” Ben’s fingers found their way to the back of your neck, pulling you back against his chest. Wiggling your hips, you squirmed on him, desperation flooding through you. 

“I did,” you whined, the fussy tone echoing throughout the room as you spun around in his lap. With either leg positioned on each side of him, you pressed your core onto him. The only thing separating you from his cock were the thin layers of your pajamas. “But you look so good.”

It didn’t take Ben long to get you out of your pajama pants, your panties a distant memory as he peeled them off. With minimal effort, his sweatpants lowered on his hips, he pulled his half hard cock out. Like molten chocolate, you melted into him, rocking your bare pussy against him until he was fully hard underneath you.

No lube, no spit— absolutely nothing was needed to ease yourself onto him. Your arousal was slick enough, coating Ben and even the inside of your thighs. 

Riding him, the movie still playing in the background, you threw your head back and let out a noise you weren’t even aware you could produce. A whine mixed with a moan, it sounded like a mating call you had mustered for Ben and Ben alone.

“Doing so good for dad, sweetheart. So good f’me,” Ben cooed, utilizing his hands to pull you up and down on his cock. You were partially aware that Ben knew this was going to end this way, that he knew the small sliver of skin where the hem of his shirt didn’t meet his waistband would leave you feral and drooling for him. 

“Yeah?” You panted out, spreading your knees to swallow more of his cock as he stabilized your hips and fucked up into you. “I’m so good?”

“Of course,” Ben groaned, hooking a finger under your chin and pulling your face closer to his. Lips intertwined, he lifted you up and down, getting himself off. “You’re always so good, huh? Who taught you that?”

The words were muffled against his lips, the feeling so good that you almost couldn’t respond. He was fucking you dumb, leaving you a sputtering mess, but you were determined to respond even if it took you a minute to get the words out. 

“You,” there was a pause in your sentence, a soft scream pulling from your throat as your eyes rolled back, “you taught me how to be good.”

“That’s right,” Ben told you, his fingers slowly stroking up and down your throat, although he didn’t add any pressure. “So impressionable. You always wanna put on a show for me. Maybe tomorrow I’ll teach you some new tricks.”

[pastryfication]

Oscar with a brunette girlfriend who burns really, really, really easily in the sun

i loved writing this so thank you for requesting!! i didn’t specify the hair colour, so you can imagine whatever you want xx

it’s also based a bit on my parents (my dad burns so easily and my mum is constantly fussing over him), so i really hope you like it

beach day precautions | oscar piastri

the sun is glaring down with a fierce intensity that promises a day full of warmth, as you set up the towels. smoothing them out on the hot floor of sand and unpacking your things from the beach bag you brought is quickly done, and as soon as you ready yourself to lay down, oscar reaches for the sunscreen.

"hold still," he demands teasingly, squeezing a generous amount into his palm. you roll your eyes, but you don't resist. you know he's right. if you had your way, you'd probably be a lobster by midday.

his hands are gentle but thorough as he applies the sunscreen, ensuring every inch of your exposed skin is covered. while he works, he mutters something about spf 50 and how it should be spf 100, just to be safe. you smile, appreciating his care even if it borders on obsessive. it’s one of the many ways he shows he loves you.

when he is content with the job, he pulls back from you slightly, eyes roaming your body to make sure he got everything covered.

"you missed a spot," you tease, pointing to your nose.

oscar huffs in mock frustration but dabs a little extra sunscreen on your nose, making sure to spread it evenly. "there you go. happy now?"

"ecstatic," you reply, giving him a quick kiss before he can fuss over any other potential missed spots. “but now it’s your turn.”

after you’ve covered oscar in sunscreen as well, making sure to smooth your hands over every part of him, spending extra time on his abs, you’re ready to take on the beach.

the two of you spend the morning splashing in the surf, building sandcastles with nothing but your bare hands, and lying together on the towels, watching the waves crash onto the shore. every so often, oscar stops to check your skin, scanning for the telltale signs of a sunburn. despite the layers of sunscreen that he keep adding, you know it's only a matter of time.

by early afternoon, the inevitable happens. a pink tinge starts to appear on your shoulders. it's faint but unmistakable. oscar notices immediately. "alright, that's it," he declares, pulling his t-shirt from your bag. before you can protest, he's draping it over your shoulders, shielding you from the rays of the sun.

"osc, i'm fine," you insist, but he shakes his head, his expression solemn.

"no arguments. i don't want you getting burned." he gently adjusts the shirt to make sure it covers as much of your skin as possible. "we should head back under the umbrella.”

you sigh, knowing he's right, but you can't help but feel a bit disappointed that your beach time is over already. he seems to read your thoughts and smiles. "hey, we can still enjoy the beach from the shade. plus, it's a perfect excuse for some ice cream."

his optimism is contagious, and under the umbrella, with his shirt still draped over your shoulders, the two of you savor the sweet, cold treat. oscar sits close, his arm around you, as if shielding you from any more harm the sun might inflict.

"thank you," you say, leaning into him. “for taking care of me.”

"anytime," he replies, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "that’s what i’m here for."

[tommykinard]

Coloring anon here, yes, I would definitely like to know more about how you color frame by frame and the other techniques you mentioned! It would be much appreciated, thank you!

Hi anon! I'd be happy to go over my preferred methods for colouring!

First resort (ideal):

Painting over shots with little movement (the first method in this tutorial)

Colour manipulation using selective colours (the second method in this tutorial; alternate tutorial -> i also sometimes add a hue/saturation layer on top to manipulate the cyans/blues as well)

Second resort:

Keyframes for shots with consistent movement where it's easy to hide "imperfections" (tutorial 1, tutorial 2)

Last resort:

Frame by frame colouring -> DISCLAIMER: the way I do this method is the easiest way I've gotten it to work for me but that also means that it's very inflexible when it comes to editing any of the colouring afterwards. Once you start colouring in frame animation mode you're basically locked in so you need your gifs to be exactly the way you want them prior to adding your colour

So in this tutorial I'll go over how I do my frame by frame colouring as well as how I create actions to automate the repetitive parts of this process! (Some resources that explain how to create actions are here: 1 2)

To use the select subject feature you will need Photoshop CC 2018 or later

Step 1: Preparing your gif with base colouring

So first you want to do your base colouring for your gif in timeline mode, which I've explained here. I keep my gifs short (ideally 40 frames or less) since this colouring process is tedious!

I make sure that in my hue/saturation layer, I turn the saturation in the yellow, green, cyan, and blue tabs all down to -100 (and for the yellows I usually add around +20 to +60 in lightness)

Here's my gif with the base colouring that I'll be starting with:

Note: turning down the saturation in almost all the colours gives you that nice silver/grey neutral background to paint on top of. It's a lot less noticeable when your painted layers aren't perfect

Step 2: Converting to Frame Animation Mode

I use the save action from this action pack to convert my gif from timeline mode to frame animation mode.

You cannot edit your base colouring from this point onwards!

Step 3: Using Select Subject

If you're recording an action this is the step you would *start recording*

This is what your window should look like:

Making sure your first frame and first layer are selected, go to Select at the top of your window and click Subject

You should then see the marching ants outline around the person in your gif

You then want to create a new solid colour fill layer (which can be found when you click that little circle icon at the bottom of your layers panel), and set the layer blending mode to colour.

The layer mask will automatically be created since you had the marching ants outline.

Since my person is in colour and not the background, I want to invert the layer mask by clicking on it and using command + i (or ctrl + i), and now this is what it looks like:

Note: Select subject isn't always perfect!!!, depending on how cluttered the scene is and how much contrast there is between your person and the background, select subject could either do a really good job like it did here, or screw up a little like it did here:

That's okay though because it still gives us a good base to start from! We can fix any issues by painting with black and white brushes on the layer mask.

Step 3.5: Create clipping mask

Thanks to @wolfchans for telling me about this because it gives us back a little bit of flexibility when colouring frame by frame! Instead of merging down, we can make a clipping mask instead. Right click the solid colour fill layer and select create clipping mask.

If you're recording an action, it's at this point where I would *stop recording*

Step 4: Fixing the layer mask if needed

So now I want his jacket and t-shirt to also be purple, and to show his fingers behind the glass. I make sure the layer mask is selected, and paint with a brush at 60-70% hardness (painting with black erases the colour, painting with white shows the colour). User smaller brush sizes to paint smaller details!

This is what my canvas and layer mask look like now.

Step 5: Repeat

Now I click on my second frame and second layer, and repeat steps 3-4. As you can see, using the clipping mask allows you to still see and edit the colouring of the previous frame, just make sure you click on the right frame and it's corresponding layer when you're doing further editing.

This is where an action is super helpful in cutting down all the repetitive steps and clicks you need to do. So at this point I'd just play the action I created and paint on the layer mask as needed.

Repeat for all your frames and then you're done! After this I convert it back to timeline mode again so that I can add my text and do any other effects such as blending or transitions. Hope this helped!!

[milkoomi]

faustina’s style guide. ᥫ᭡

a mini series to help you become your very own fashion icon

chapter one — RESEARCH & EXPERIMENTS

maybe this is your first time diving into the world of aesthetic styles and fashion! or maybe you’re looking to start fresh with your look, but you aren’t sure where to begin! well, allow me to help guide you in taking your first steps into a whole new you! … fashion-wise, of course. this first chapter will discuss how to get started in your style journey, so let’s get right into it!

୨ৎ — style & aesthetic options

there’s a large variety of aesthetics to choose from, and it’s so wonderful knowing that there are so many different styles to look into! that’s the beauty of having options, you get to see all that’s available to you!

here are some of the different aesthetics…

light/dark academia

old money

coquette

grunge

corporate goth

street style

vintage

cottagecore

of course there’s plenty more out there that you can look at! pinterest will be your best friend when it comes to looking at all the different aesthetics!

୨ৎ — research

once you’ve looked over all the different aesthetics and styles that are available to you, start making a list of the ones that interest you the most! once you’ve compiled that list, start taking a deep dive into them. look at the color schemes, make note of key pieces of clothing that follow the specific style, notice what accessories are typically used!

examples:

coquette

color schemes: soft pinks/creams/pastels, light colors

key pieces: skirts & dresses, form fitting tops

accessories: bows, dainty/minimal jewelry, lace

old money

color schemes: any color pallet will do! (neutrals, monochromatic, cherry reds, blues, etc.)

key pieces: skirts/dresses, dress pants, statement cardigans/coats/sweaters, loafers

accessories: pearls, handbags/purses, headbands

academia

color schemes: neutral colors (light academia focuses on those lighter neutrals while dark academia focuses on the darker tones)

key pieces: sweaters, cardigans, sweater vests, button ups, turtlenecks

accessories: minimal to no jewelry, leather bags (backpacks), fabric tote bags

୨ৎ — vision boards

after doing some research, start creating vision boards for outfit inspiration! this will help just organize what exactly you’re looking for in whatever aesthetic/style you chose! and, it’ll help when you start to play around with different outfits!

again, pinterest will help with this a lot! see what outfits you really love and might want to recreate and save them into a board. there also might be some creators out there on different social media platforms that you might want to take inspiration from, so feel free to include their outfits as well into your vision board!

doing this will also help you see different trends within each style. you’ll see how different outfits have similarities in key pieces, accessories, and even color schemes while also seeing that even though there are tons of similarities, there’s still a wide variety of ways to style the clothes into different kinds of outfits!

୨ৎ — experimenting

this is the fun part: trying out different outfits based on the aesthetics you chose! this might take some time, but sort through your closet and see what you already have.

what to look for:

basics: simple t-shirts, tops, & bottoms

key pieces: statement tops, dresses, coats/cardigans/sweaters, shoes

accessories: jewelry, hats, scarves, bags

play around with different outfits & try out layering! work with what you’ve currently got and make note of what other pieces you might want for your outfits. maybe you’ve got on a super cute pleated skirt with a simple long-sleeve as your top! you might want to add a pair of sheer tights, but you might not have any, so make a note of adding tights to your shopping list! you might also feel like your outfit could go well with a super cute statement cardigan to bring some life into your look, but all your sweaters and cardigans are pretty basic, so add a new cardigan to your list as well!

it’s important to sift through your current wardrobe and figure out what you want to keep and what needs to go. you might have a lot of pieces that just don’t spark any joy anymore, so maybe you’ll create a donate pile. or maybe it turns out you’ve got all the right basics and accessories for a certain aesthetic you want to try, so you’d want to bring those items forward in your closet for easier access to them.

୨ৎ — take pictures

whenever i put on an outfit that i am really proud of, i’ll snap a quick pic of it so that i can save it for later inspiration! sometimes i’ll even lay out the outfit on my bed and take a picture that way too!

it’s good to save those ideas in your phone to look back on them for future reference or to figure out what else that outfit still needs to make it perfect.

here are a few photos i’ve taken of outfits i’ve loved!

final notes —

curating your perfect and ideal wardrobe takes time, but i personally think doing all the research and trying out new looks makes the process go by a lot faster in a fun and exciting way! it’s also important to know that your style is going to change a lot as you grow. as our minds and bodies change, so do our styles! and that’s okay! back in high school, i definitely sported that “abg” aesthetic, but as i got into college i started leaning more towards light academia and then in later years i experimented and felt more comfortable in more alternative fashion! that’s what i love about fashion, the fact that it’s always changing and there’s so many new looks and pieces to try out makes it that much more exciting! so always feel free to explore and try out new things! you might discover some really great things.

with lots of love, faustina 🌷

[blckbarbiedoll]

Is Somebody Gonna Match My Freak? (Wade Wilson x f!black!reader)

CONTAINS NSFW CONTENT (mentions of oral sex, p in v sex, swearing, Wade in general) probably ooc, cheesy nicknames, wrote this in the middle of the night 😭🙏🏾

based on this post by @megantheestallion-ismypresident

word count: 1.2k

Never in a million years did you expect to be dating a mercenary. More specifically, Deadpool himself. And never in a million years did you expect to find a boyfriend that matched your freak (and stamina).

When Wade learned what you did for a living, he didn’t turn away like past lovers. Instead, he embraced your sexual freeness. Encouraged it even.

“That’s fucking awesome.”

“Really? It doesn’t bother you?”

You both laid under the covers in his bed, a thin layer of sweat on your bodies. He passed a freshly lit blunt to you after taking a puff for himself.

“Baby, I literally crack skulls for a living. I’m not in a position to judge anyone’s occupation here.”

“Guys usually run for the hills when I tell them.”

“Girls usually run for the hills when they find out what I do. Not to mention when I take the mask off. And yet, here you are.” He took the blunt from in between your fingers. “So either you really like me, or you’re just as fucked up as I am, peanut.”

“Both?”

“Both sounds about right.” You both chuckled and kissed each other softly, basking in the afterglow of your pleasure.

Although most of the time you would film alone (which you didn’t mind), Wade would join on occasion. And it seemed that whenever he did, your views skyrocketed. Usually, only his fingers or his dick would make an appearance on your channel. Not only was he a mercenary with too many people out looking for him, but he was convinced that his face wouldn’t appeal to your audience.

“Trust me, babe, this ugly mug is the last thing people wanna see when they’re rubbing one out.”

“Really? ‘Cause your face is the first thing that comes to my mind.”

“You and the readers both.”

“Huh?”

“Huh?”

You and Wade had returned from your weekly date night, which also happened to be one of your filming days. He was about to follow the routine of leaving you to it and going into the living room to wait for you. That was until you called him.

“Wade?”

“Yes, sugar bear?” He stuck his head in the doorway.

“Don’t you wanna join me?” You slowly slipped off the dress that hugged your curves, letting it drop to the floor. The absence of the dress revealed a matching red lace set. “I bought this for you.”

His mouth fell slightly agape at the sight of you. If this was a cartoon, he’d have big heart eyes. “Fuck.” Was all he could say in response.

“Is that a yes?”

“That’s a big fuck yes!” He kicked the door shut as he walked closer to you, lifting his t-shirt off in one swift motion.

“Hold on.” You grabbed your camera and tripod, making sure to set it at the right angle. After checking the video and sound quality, you grabbed Wade’s hand and led him over to the bed.

“Camera’s a little high there. Don’t wanna accidentally catch a glimpse of my face. It’ll crack the lens.”

“Would you stop? You are so fucking hot.”

“Well, that makes one person who thinks so.”

“Babe, I’m serious. I wanna record us for real. And not just one part of you. I wanna be able to look back on a video of us. All of us.”

”It’s that important to you?”

“Yes. And if you really don’t like it, I won’t post it. It’ll be just for us.” You looked up at him with your big brown eyes, practically begging him.

He sighed and scratched the back of his head. “You know I can’t say no to you, chocolate drop.”

“I know.”

“Alright, fine. But you better get my good side.”

And that’s how you found yourself in this position (literally and figuratively). Wade had already eaten you out twice with a blowjob in the middle of each of them. But now, he had you on your back, hips in the air as he ruthlessly thrusted into you.

Almost a hour into recording, you both were in a trance. His large hands held your hips up so he could fuck into you easily. Your leg was thrown over his shoulder, allowing him to hit all the right spots. You gripped onto his toned arms for support, feeling the divets in his skin under your fingers. “So good, baby.” You barely breathed out. He was fucking your brain to mush and he knew it.

“Yeah? You like this dick inside you?” He harshly grunted, not taking his eyes off of you for a second. “You like when I fuck you like this for everyone to see?”

Your nails dug into his skin as you threw your head back against the mattress. “Yes.” It was barely even a whisper, but it was all you could say given your current state.

He moved one of his hands up your leg that was rested against his shoulder. He gripped your ankle and pressed soft kisses against it. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. Gonna make me cum just looking at you.”

"Oh my god." You gasped, feeling your orgasm build with each thrust.

He looked between you and the camera before turning your head to look straight at the lens. "Show everyone how good you can take me."

“Wade.” You whined. “Please.”

“Please what, pretty girl? Tell me what you want.”

“Make me cum. Please?”

There goes those eyes again. The ones that could make Wade do anything and everything you wanted. How could he deny his pretty baby?

"Is that it?" He reached down to circle your aching clit with his thumb. "You wanna cum on my dick?"

"Fuck!" You gasped at the feeling. "Yes!"

He lifted your other leg onto his shoulder and bent down to kiss you. He had you folded like a fucking pretzel and you were loving every second of it.

"Holy shit, baby." He groaned. "I'm fucking close."

"Inside me."

"Yeah? You sure?"

"Please? I wanna feel you fill me up."

"Motherfucker." His grip on your hips was getting tighter, and his thrusts got sloppy. "You're close, aren't you?"

"Mhm."

"I know. I can feel you fucking squeezing me."

"Oh, god." You felt your pleasure building in your lower stomach. Wade continued his movements until you finally finished. "Fuck, Wade!"

"That't it, baby. Cum all around my dick."

His breath hitched in his throat as you felt his hot release fill you up. He waited a few moments before gently sliding out of you and falling down onto the mattress.

"Fuck." You sighed. "That was..."

"Really fucking good."

"Yeah. Really fucking good." You leaned over to grab the camera, pausing the recording. "Ready to see?"

"I guess."

He sat up as you played the video. His face went from a grimace to complete awe. Once he saw the both of you and how your bodies moved together, he was done for.

"So?"

"Can you send that to me?"

You laughed and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "Of course."

"You should peg me."

"I have pegged you."

"On camera."

"Really?"

"Hell yeah."

"The viewers would love that."

"So would the readers."

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't worry about it. Go get the strap."

[lay-z]

👑 Day 13 – The Ice Queen and her Stooges

A continuation to 🦌 Day 5 – Bambi, which means it’s set in the same universe! 

Synopsis: After the ice-skating incident and a quick trip to the infirmary, Gaz and Soap take you back to their flat on base to coddle and pamper you. 

Pairing: John Soap MacTavish x fem!Reader x Kyle Gaz Garrick  Warnings/Info: NSFW, 18+ | military!Reader; friends/teammates to lovers; humour; cussing; fluff; dub-con (I guess, for good measure.); dirty talk; fingering; cunnilingus 

Word count: 2.1k

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“Here, take these with water.” Gaz says firmly, bordering on an order, as he keeps slipping into his male nurse persona. He grasps your good wrist gently and turns your hand up before dropping the subscribed painkillers into your palm. 

“Oh, really? Wanted to take 'em with vodka.” You huff, rolling your eyes in annoyance. Gaz puts his hands behind his back, pressing his lips together with a sad frown, looking like a kicked puppy as he stands in front of you by the couch. 

When you pop the pills into your mouth and lean forward to pick up the glass of water from the coffee table, he swiftly grabs it for you, so you don’t have to bend awkwardly as you try to keep your injured right hand still.  

“Thanks.” You grumble with your mouth full before taking a gulp and swallowing the pills down with a grimace. Once they’re down, you scrunch up your nose at the bitter aftertaste. You hate swallowing pills. 

After the incident at the ice-skating rink that left you with a sprained wrist and several bruises on your body, mostly on your ass, Gaz and Soap took you to the infirmary on base, where one of the medics on duty taped your wrist, told you to keep it cool, and gave you a bunch of painkillers before sending you on your merry way again. Needless to say, Captain Price was vexed when you had to inform him about your unfortunate accident and the fact that you won’t be able to attend training for the next two weeks at least. Paperwork it is, then. 

“She still mad at us, mate?” 

Your frown deepens as you watch Soap enter the living room, though your eyebrows twitch in surprise as you notice that he changed into more comfortable clothes just like Gaz did when they’d brought you back to their shared flat on base. 

The sweatpants he’s wearing hang dangerously low on his narrow hips and when Soap stretches his bulky arms over his head, his T-shirt rides up, exposing a sliver of pale skin. A taut stomach with a healthy layer of fat on his abs, a dark happy trail that disappears below the waistband of his sweats. Not that you would care about that. Of course, not.  

“Unfortunately.” Gaz replies with a sigh while you take another long drink of water to wet your suddenly dry mouth. 

Soap scoffs, “Och, lassie, we already said we’re sorry.” He flops down on the couch, right next to you, forcing you to tuck your outstretched legs in to keep some space between you and him.  

Gaz takes a seat on your other side, sandwiching you in between them on the couch, and suddenly, you feel like the room is getting hotter, stuffy. Or perhaps it’s just the painkillers making you fuzzy and stupid. They’re close enough that you can smell both me. While Gaz smells like his subtle cologne and expensive laundry detergent, Soap smells like the cheap military issued bodywash and faint cigarette smoke that he’s tried to get rid of by brushing his teeth just now. 

You keep pouting and try to cross your arms in front of your chest, but the slightest pressure on your right wrist makes you flinch and pull your hand free with a wince. 

“Hey, careful there, sunshine.” Gaz reprimands you, but his empathy and care only agitates you more, and you snap, “Would you stop with that? I’m not a fucking baby that needs to be pampered, Kyle. I hurt my wrist. I didn’t take a bullet for you.” 

And you immediately regret it once you see his face drop and his warm brown eyes lose some of their shine. Next to you, Soap nudges your thigh with his foot as he leans against the armrest with his legs stretched out, “Oi, dinnae be like tha’ ta Garrick. He’s jus’ tryin’ ta take care o’ ye an’ by the way–” 

He switches positions in the blink of an eye, sitting on his knees while you subconsciously lean into Gaz to glare at the other man stubbornly. 

“So am I.” Soap admits, scooting closer, “That’s why we took ye to the bloody ice rink. We wanted ta spend more time with ye outside o’ work.” 

Gaz shifts behind you and you recoil from him with a small huff as you realize how close you are to him, but he reaches out and snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you back in. 

“Soap’s telling the truth,” Gaz murmurs against your ear from behind, warm breath puffing against your skin, “He came up with the stupid idea to take you ice-skating, but it’s true that we’ve been wanting to take you out on a proper date for a while now.” 

You grunt softly as you try to squirm out of his grip, heart racing and cheeks heating up while Soap watches you struggle with a mischievous grin. He reaches for your ankles and pins them to the couch, keeping you from squirming in Gaz’ embrace. 

“Shut up. Both of you muppets!” You grumble as your embarrassment becomes all too visible. 

“Only if ye stop bein’ mad at us and stompin’ yer feet like a wee bunny.” Soap chuckles, glancing up to share a look with Gaz, though you can’t see the curt nod the latter gives to his friend, but you can definitely watch as Soap’s azure eyes start gleaming before he pulls your legs towards him to lay you flat on the couch while Gaz shifts behind you, adjusting his position. 

“What are you two doing now, huh?” You try to sound angry, but you’re too distracted by the way Soap massages your calves over your leggings, rubbing up and down your sore flesh as he simply keeps watching you while Gaz makes sure you’re laying comfortably with your back against his chest, and keeping your injured hand still. 

And then you feel his hands on your shoulders, massaging your sore muscles slowly, “We just want to take care of you, sweetheart. Can you let us do that and stop being so fussy?” 

“Fussy?” You repeat indignantly, your voice rising in pitch, making Soap laugh and your cheeks heat up once more. Gaz chest vibrates with a deep chuckle and your skin starts prickling with goosebumps, but then Soap’s fingers are suddenly peeling off your socks and your attention is back on the Scotsman, nearly kicking like a horse, though he catches your leg with ease. 

“Damn bunny,” he laughs again, tickling the underside of your foot teasingly, making you writhe with a mewling whine, “Stop kickin’ like tha’. Be a good girl for us, aye?” 

Good girl. That makes you freeze, your brain short-circuit, and your stomach do that rare little flip that has your thighs squeezing together. It’s like the moment comes to a screeching halt as you stare at Soap, like he just grabbed you by the scruff, wide-eyed and chest heaving slowly. 

Soap tilts his head to the side curiously, still smirking, before his eyes flicker up to look at Gaz, who leans in to murmur into your ear once more, “Did you like that? Being called a good girl by him?” 

You swallow thickly and lie, shaking your head half-heartedly, “N-No.” 

“Liar.” Soap clicks his tongue and quirks a thick eyebrow at you, “A terrible one at tha’.” 

Now Gaz’ strong hands start roaming; leaving your shoulders to caress your upper arms, down to the hem of your TF-141 hoodie with your rank and surname stitched in small letters over your chest. He hums, agreeing with Soap, because he can tell how affected you are by him and the Scotsman. He’s a bloody interrogations specialist, after all, and you’re an easy target right about now. 

“What else do you like, princess? How long has it been since someone loved on you properly, huh?” 

You can’t stop your body from letting out the whimper that bubbles up in your throat at Gaz soft-spoken words while his warm, big hands slip underneath your hoodie; caressing and touching your flushed skin while he rucks the thick fabric up and up and up, until your sports bra is exposed to Soap’s eager eyes. 

“Bloody fuckin’ hell, Garrick,” he mutters somewhat breathlessly, “That’s one bonnie lassie we got ourselves here.” 

“I–I’m not–ngh–!” Whatever pathetic attempt at an objection was about to blurt past your lips, Gaz silences it as he pushes your sport bra up, exposing your supple breasts before he cups both gently, giving them a squeeze that has your spine arching and teeth gritting. 

And while Gaz gropes and explores your tits worshipfully, you barely notice how Soap hooks his fingers into the waistband of your leggings, tugging them down your legs swiftly and throwing the fabric to the side carelessly. He nudges your legs apart then, and scoots even closer. 

You want to say something, but the way Gaz is playing with your nipples has your eyes roll and your head loll back against his shoulder with a soft moan; hips jutting out to meet Soap’s thick fingers as he drags his knuckles over your clothed slit. 

“How does her pretty cunt feel? ‘Cause her tits feel amazing, MacTavish.” Gaz says, crude words spoken so sweetly that your body goes all pliant against him, his voice carrying the hint of a smile, and then his plump lips latch onto the side of your neck, kissing along the smooth curve down to your shoulder. 

Soap clicks his tongue with a boyish grin as you squirm again when he rubs the pad of his thumb over the fabric of your panties, right above your rapidly and throbbing swelling clit. 

“Very wet,” Soap answers eventually, eyes trained between your legs as he keeps teasing you, “Been a while since someone touched ye there, ey?” You nod, face flushed and contorted in a desperate, pleading expression, and Soap’s eyes seem to darken at your answer, “Good.” 

And then your panties come off and you’re nearly bare between the two men, though Gaz makes sure to keep your hoodie up over your chest as he turns your head to kiss you deeply while Soap gets cosy between your legs.  

The first lick of his tongue through your folds has you whining into Gaz mouth, while the latter swallows your noises down. He kneads your tit roughly, tugs on your stiff nipple and dives his tongue into your willing mouth, all while Soap is practically making out with your sopping cunt. 

You’ve never been this embarrassingly wet for someone; never been this close to climaxing this fast, either. But when you buck your hips against Soap’s face, he swiftly pins your hips down to the couch with a feral growl. 

“Let him have his treat, princess. Let us take care of you.” Gaz murmurs against your lips, still claiming your mouth and breasts for himself while his cock strains against his pants and rubs against your lower back. Soap, too, is grinding his throbbing crotch against the couch cushions, desperate for relief, but you’re oblivious to all of that. Too blissed out as both men worship you thoroughly.  

And once Soap works two thick fingers past your twitching hole, curling and pumping them deep inside your velvety channel, you can barely keep it together anymore. 

“Kyle–” You’re not quite sure why you’re telling him, it just seems appropriate in this moment, “Kyle, fuck, I’m... ‘m gonna–” 

“You hear that, MacTavish?” Kyle calls out, pulling back from your lips to peer over your shoulder, down between your legs where Soap is feasting eagerly; slurping and lapping, groaning and grunting obscenely. 

“She’s gonna cum, so you better keep it up, mate.” 

Soap babbles a reply against your slick flesh while your pleasure keeps mounting, waves of it making your body shudder and your breath hitch in your lungs. The heels of your feet dig into the cushions for purchase while your thighs flex around his head, buzzed hair and stubble tickling and scratching your inner thighs. 

When you writhe under the overwhelming sensations, Gaz grasps your forearm gently to keep your injured wrist from bumping into the couch and hurting yourself; his other arm still wrapped around your torso, right below your breasts. 

He leans in again, bites the sensitive spot right below your ear and sucks a love bite into your skin before he speaks, “Next time, we’re gonna take you out to dinner first, princess. Promise.”