#dem nips

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#dem nips

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[emberadams4]

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[rusalraphine]

#nice tiitted girl #nice bewbs #nice tiddies #big tiddy baby #dem tiddies #suckable nips #fat tiddies

[forever-horny-sapphic]

wE'rE cELebRatiNG, stogies all around!!! THE NIPS ARE FREE ON TUMBLR!!!!

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[katehawke]

#I see dem nips #ethan hawke

[herefornips]

#dem nips

[kittenintheden]

music to my ears

just a little rainy day eargasm, as one does.

Rating: E Word Count: >1k Content: 18+, elf ears are erogenous zones, touchless orgasm, ear kissing, ASMR, cream dem jeans

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Rain patters gently on the roof of the tent, the sound a soothing end to an arduous day. Astarion and Tav lounge together purely for the physical affection of it, her arms encircling his shoulders from behind as he sits between her legs, his back pressed up against her.

He still can't quite believe she's agreed to this. No sex? He's never lived in a world like that. But she not only seems willing, she seems eager to discover a dozen new kinds of intimacy.

As if she senses his train of thought, she puts her lips right up to his ear and says, “This okay?”

He hums and arches, feeling a pleasant tingle spread across his scalp and down the back of his neck.

“Is what okay?”

“Are ears okay?” she whispers.

Another wave of tingles passes over him and he grins lazily. “They’re above the waist, aren’t they?” he responds, leaning to the side to give her better access because hells, it really does feel good.

He can feel her mouth move as she hugs him tighter. “Remember you can always ask me to stop if it gets to be too much.”

He chuckles. “What could you possibly do that could be too-”

But then he’s arching again with a gasp as she runs the tip of her tongue up his antihelix all the way to the tip. The wet warmth sends a wash of pleasure straight through him, filling his chest like bath steam and continuing southward to pool behind his navel. His eyes go half-lidded and he swallows.

“Still okay?” she whispers.

Immediately he nods and says, “Yes. I like that. I like that very much.”

“Good.”

He feels her tongue draw over him again, this time behind his ear from base to tip. Then she uses the blunt edges of her teeth to softly scrape back down the outer ridge and he only barely holds back his whine. It’s soothing and erotic in the same moment, contentment and arousal rising in him like the tide.

Inside his trousers, he feels himself growing hard, and it’s not unwelcome. His feet dig into the ground beneath them as he pushes himself back into her, seeking more contact, pressing his back firmly into her chest, and he feels her grin as she places an open kiss to his ear lobe. Brings it into her mouth, gives it a gentle suck.

“Ah,” he breathes, squirming against her as his cock goes fully hard under her attention.

From her position, her own eyes go lustful and glazed as she looks down the length of his body and sees the ridge of him swell and strain against his clothes. Gently, she brings up one hand to play with his hair as she continues to tease his ear with tooth and tongue.

“Pretty,” she whispers in between. “How pretty you are, going weak under me. Who knew your ears were so sensitive.”

He grips her legs tight to either side of him and bites his lip, trying to clear his head enough to respond. “You’re half-elven,” he gasps. “You know exactly… hah… what you’re doing.”

“I do,” she laughs softly. “And you know I know.”

The stimulation continues to coax the flame in his gut, the tension coiling deliciously, making him shudder to the core. She flicks her tongue over his tragus and swirls it into the triangular dip near the pointed tip and he’s panting, panting, nearly writhing against her, using his heels for leverage to push back. His cock twitches, sensitive and untouched, but he feels a crest building nonetheless.

“Would you like to come, dearest?” she whispers right into the center of his mind and he squeezes his eyes shut and whimpers.

He nods, the movement jerky.

“Then come,” she breathes, giving him a hard nip and then a final soothing, firm lick.

His mouth falls open and he all but collapses against her as his hips arch up off the ground and he creams himself, his spend spilling from him in staccato bursts that feel like a brush on the underside of heaven with every pulse. When he’s done, his muscles go slack and he blinks, bleary-eyed, only mildly annoyed somewhere deep in the back of his brain that he needs to get down to the river in short order to wash the trousers he just soiled.

She squeezes him tightly from behind. “Still okay?” she says softly.

“Hnnnnngggggyeah,” he responds.

#astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion smut #astarion x tav #astarion x oc #astarion x f!tav #astarion x female tav #kitten writes

[milfswriter]

Can you write a Rhea x reader story where they go to the movies and reader is wearing a short skirt and it causes boys to stare and try to flirt with them so Rhea grabs reader in certain ways that shows she’s hers and then later punishes reader for their outfit choice? Smut please 🤪

Possessive

Rhea Ripley x reader

Summary: You're Rhea's, and Rhea's only

Notes and warnings: men (i know i'm sorry), jealousy, smut (not that much tbh), bathroom sex, mentioned strapon sex

THE GIF?? Thanks for the internal gay panic in the middle of Starbucks @rebecca-quin

"Hey, pretty" you turned your head to see a guy walking towards you with a smug look on his face as he looked you up and down.

Demi was supposedly getting popcorn while you were waiting in line to purchase tickets for the new horror movie Rhea's been talking about non-stop.

"Can I..help you?" you raised a brow, looking around to make sure he was talking to you. Ugh, you didn't wanna deal with this right now, it's supposed to be a fun night out but now you had to shoo him away in fear of Rhea unleashing her fists on him.

She was violently possessive, not to you of course, but she would lay her hands on anyone who dares talk to you even though the diamond on your finger could not be ignored. People, specifically men, knew you were taken, yet they still tried their luck.

The little skirt that hung just under your ass cheeks and the tight tank top were definitely not helping the situation.

"you could help by giving me your number" he grinned, the smug look on his face disgusted you.

Just as you were about to say something, you felt the familiar pair of hands around your waist, pulling you against your fiance's warm body. "Hey, bunny. D'you get the tickets?" she asked with a kiss to your jaw, the man's face contoured in confusion. She still hasn't noticed him, good.

Although, you knew she noticed the other creeps you knew were staring at you when she gripped your hips towards hers, allowing you to feel what she had under her boxers. Of course she was wearing it.

"Uh..Did you hear what I said?" he tried to gain back your attention, Rhea's frame stiffening around you.

"Who are you?" she asked..loudly as she stepped in front of you, crossing her arms. "O..kay" you gulped as people started staring and tried to pull her back by her belt.

"None of your goddamn business" he answered, "I was talking to her" He nodded towards you, and you knew if he doesn't get the hell out of there, he'd be a dead man in less than 10 minutes.

"Dems, please..just ignore him" you whispered onto her back, pulling on her belt loops.

"Well..her, is my wife. So you'd back off if you know what's good for you" She was face to face with him at this point, her features trembling with rage.

You froze at the name. Wife.

It wasn't anything new, you'd be her wife in a few short months. But hearing her say it like that made you feel...hot. Suddenly you didn't wanna stop her anymore.

The guy snarled at her before rolling his eyes and turning to walk away. "bitch.." she mumbled, turning to you with a hard look.

"Come" was all she said before walking away. She didn't even bring popcorn so what the hell was happening?

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she pushed you against the stall door, your cheek hitting it with a hard thud. "Sorry, you ok?" she chuckled quietly, not wanting anyone coming in to hear what you two were up to.

"S'okay" you groaned, "what about the movie though?"

"It's alright bunny, we'll catch the one at 10" She lifted your skirt, toying with your ass cheeks as she kissed and nipped at your neck.

"you're not wearing that skirt again, you hear me? I could see your pussy from the other side of the building!"

"I'm wearing panties, Demi don't be dramatic" you whined before turning your head just a little to look at her "are you body-shaming me?"

"of course not, idiot. Don't twist my words" She bit your shoulder, making you yelp, "everyone was staring at you..everyone but me..the only one who's got the right to do that"

She moved your panties to the side with one hand, the other forcing her fingers past your lips to wet them. "you've got a smart mouth, now hm?" her wet fingers made their way to your now-exposed pussy rubbing up and down your slit, not that you'd need the lubrication.

She took her hands off you and you heard her zipper being pulled down and felt the tip of the faux cock poking your ass cheek. "we've got 20 minutes, stay still"

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"two tickets for Scream, please" Rhea grinned innocently at the clerk as if she didn't have her strap inside you to the hilt mere minutes ago and the only thing helping you walk normally was her arm around your waist.

BONUS:

"Soo..because I watched that absolute nightmare with you" you began, playing with her rings as the two of you walked to your car, "would you watch Barbie with me next month?"

"Not a fucking chance"

"DEMS!"

"I can't stand the cringe, baby I'm sorry" She opened the passenger door for you and you got in but not before you gave her a small pout.

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[masked-watcher]

More Than That

Words: 4.5k

Pairing: Soap x Ghost

Warnings: None apply

Tags: Fluff, confessions, awkward men trying to talk to each other

Artist: aiden.lydia on Instagram

Soap and Ghost were in a bar, a little tired after a long day. Sitting by themselves, not talking to anyone in particular- just drinking. Without realizing, Johnny catches himself staring at him. Ghost looks over, meeting his eyes and cocking his head to the side a bit.

“You’ve been staring MacTavish.”

Soap freezes a little, not aware he's been so obvious. Then giving him a lopsided smirk. "Sorry L.T... Just been a while since we did something outside of a mission."

The older man chuckles. “I feel ya. Sometimes the stress of doing your damn job needs a good release. Speaking of… What’s that you got?” He points at his drink. The scotsman laughs, taking a sip.

"Whiskey, feels at least a little like home." The younger one smirks and nods to the others glass. "Next one's on me."

“Sure, I’ll take you up on that. I’ll have the same.”

He signals to the bartender, who pours Ghost a glass of golden, honey like liquid, which he accepts with a slight nod.

" 's pretty nice to hang around with ya Ghost. Missed that. Missed my buddy." Soap grins before taking another swig. The banter between them, especially over comms, has gotten more intense lately. Their last mission just a few days ago was... something. They made it out alive, obviously. But for a while things started to look grim. At least they had each other to listen to.

Soap catches himself staring again before looking away. Letting his gaze drift over the other people in the bar.

“I’ll drink to that. I missed it too, Soap.” He pauses, and finishes his beer in a matter of seconds before shifting his attention to the newly acquired drink. “The last mission was… A real clusterfuck. Bloody hells, I thought we were done for, for a minute there.”

"Was worried for a second but-" The scotsman looks down at his glass, smiling softly. "I knew I'd be safe with you looking out for me." With that, his eyes find their way to Ghost's. Blue meeting brown. And they stay like that for a moment. Just for a heartbeat. Until the masked man gives a little grunt of confirmation, taking the small glass of whiskey, slowly nursing it down. He relaxes a little as the drink settles in.

“Not like I wouldn’t be worried about your ass too. You may be a hell of a soldier…” He grins under his mask, the only thing visible being the crinkle of his eyes. “But you’re dumb as a sack of bricks outside a firefight.”

"Oi!" Soap protests and jokingly punches him on the shoulder. "I got dem street smarts aye? You'd be done for if I didn't contribute my quick thinkin' and I ain't not scared of a little... boom." He underlined the last part with a wiggle of his brows. The older one gives a short bark of laughter, almost choking on his drink for a moment.

“I always know you’ve got my back, Johnny.” He pauses, taking in the atmosphere for a moment. “It’s good to have a few minutes to relax. And not have to worry about getting shot at.” He glances at his sergeant for a moment, but doesn’t pursue that thought further before taking a generous swig of his booze. His throat slightly burns.

Soap flashes him a toothy grin before nipping at his own, almost empty glass. Leaning a little forward on the bar stool, supporting his head on his hand, propped up on the countertop. "Yea... These moments are rare. So I really wanna enjoy them to the fullest while they last."

“I hear that.” The Lieutenant pauses, taking in the sounds and smells of the bar. He glances at his company again for a moment, before turning back and staring at his whiskey. “You know, you’re different without the gear on, Soap.” He says it in a matter of fact way. Not necessarily a diss, but the truth. “You’re almost… Normal.”

Another grin spreads on the scots lips as he looks down once more. Voice soft and almost murmuring. "Kinda sounds like a bad thing when you say it..." He wasn't completely serious. But it got him thinking.

“Not at all, Johnny.” Ghost shifts his position slightly, and looks at him again. "What I meant was… Outside of a mission or the field, you relax… you have a softer side. You’re not a robot." Not like me. But he keeps that thought to himself, leaning back against his bar stool. "And... You still get a little nervous talking to females." A slight eyebrow raise from Soap. "In all fairness, so do I."

Soap snorts, shaking his head. "Dunnae wat ya mean. I got the rizz baby. Could snatch me any woman I want from here." Of course he is confident. And as he emptied his golden liquor, maybe also a slight bit tipsy. Just adding to his boldness. Ghost watches him, raising a brow as he boasts about his "rizz".

“I saw you try and flirt with that waitress, Soap. I saw the way she shot you down.” He tries not to snicker, but it’s a lost cause. “You’re gonna need a lot more work with the ‘rizz’ before you ‘snatch’ any woman from here.”

"Pff, that was nothin'. She shot me down cause she was into women herself. Here, watch this." Soap cracks his knuckles and hops from the stool. Making his way towards a woman leaning against a wall, drinking. He proceeds to talk to her, trying to impress her with his military position and attempting to buy her a drink. But she turns him down; very quickly.

With a little pout he returns back to Ghost, slumping onto the stool once more and immediately ordering a new drink for himself. Ghost watched his fruitless efforts to flirt, not even bothering to hide his amusement. “Damn, soldier… You’re worse than I thought.” He takes a last sip of his drink. “I mean… Did you really think that girl was going to be head-over-heels for a soldier?” He chuckles. It is low and vibrating. Rumbling in his chest. A rare sound but even more treasured that way whenever Soap got to hear it. “You may be a hell of a soldier, Soap, but your ‘rizz’ could use some work… Or maybe some new lines. And new moves.”

Now the younger one takes a sip and looks at him, raising his slitted eyebrow. "Oh yea? As if you know anything about flirting. But now I'm curious. Lemme hear your best line or move. Come on." He again wiggles his brows and grins at him.

His lieutenant looks him over for a moment. “The trick… Is confidence.” He shrugs, as if that should be obvious. “If you’re gonna hit on a girl…” He pauses and smirks. “Be straight up. Honest. Don’t try and charm her or hit her with some cheesy ass ‘slick’ line.” He rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “Just be you, Soap.”

"Just be me? Hasn't worked recently to be honest. I'm not all that great." He chuckles, a little self deprecating perhaps. He slowly starts to feel the alcohol. Averting his gaze.

The older man watches him and frowns slightly, setting his drink down. He shifts his position a little bit, leaning on the counter, as if trying to get a little closer to him. “Johnny, don’t doubt yourself. You’re a good man. And any girl out there would be lucky to be with you.” He pauses and sets his elbow down on the counter, resting his head on his hand. “What’s your problem with the ladies anyway? You are never like this when we are in the field.” Maybe the intentions of this question are a little selfish. What answer exactly did Ghost hope for?

Soap chuckles before he looks up at him. Smirking. "Yea well, on the field it's you and me. The banter is easy with you. Just comes natural, ya know?" Ghost looks at him for a moment, trying to gauge how much the alcohol has affected him. “Yeah… I get that. But even off the field. You were always so… Charismatic. Flirtatious, to some extent too. Remember the time when we were stationed in Eastern Europe?" He pauses, his eyes drifting slightly, as if in thought. He glances at him again, meeting his eyes. “The way you were with those locals… You practically flirted with every woman we met.”

Johnny still had that smirk on his lips, nodding as he remembers that time. He did manage to score, spending some nights off base. He mumbles into his drink as he takes another swig. "Maybe my priorities have changed over time..."

“...Maybe.” Ghost wasn't sure what kind of answer that was, still looking at him thoughtfully. “What happened? You used to be like Casanova. Hell, you probably had half of the town wrapped around your finger.” He pauses, then sighs as if something has just occurred to him. “Come to think of it… You never do talk about women much anymore, do you?”

"Ah, s'pose I haven't. Didn't even notice, haha." The scotsman empties the glass, not immediately ordering a replacement. After all, he didn't want to get wasted so it was time for a short break. He fully turned to look at his lieutenant. "You never really do either. I don't think I ever really heard you talk about any relationship. Not interested right now L.T.?"

Ghost looks slightly surprised when he brings that up but quickly recovers. He shrugs, trying to play it cool- trying to appear nonchalant. “I mean… The work we do… We’re not exactly the ideal men to settle down with, now are we?” He pauses. “So nah, I haven’t really thought about it. Besides, I’m always moving around anyway.” He then smirks, looking at Soap. “What about you? Still no one back home waiting for you?”

"Guess you're right 'bout that..." He sighs, a little lost in thought. Circling his finger around the rim of his empty glass. "Kinda miss someone by my side tho... It does get lonely sometimes. With just your mind keeping you company at night. Not the best type either."

The masked man watches him quietly as he contemplates. It was different to see him in a situation not completely under control. Not exactly a bad thing, seeing him vulnerable like this. It’s humanizing. “Missin' someone after all?" He shifts on his stool again, his voice quieter; it was as if it took effort for him to ask that. He waits for the answer, eyes on Soap the whole time. Who shakes his head, smiling softly.

"Ah, no. No one in particular." Finally he lifts his head to lock eyes with him. Looking at his gaze through his mask. Holding it maybe a bit too long. But the older one stares back just as intense. Perhaps too intense. He doesn’t even flinch, but there was a slight edge to the way the air felt between them both. Neither of them were breaking eye contact, almost as though they were challenging each other. When he finally spoke up, Ghost's voice was softer than usual; a lot of the usual banter and sarcasm gone.

“That’s nice to hear. Maybe we’re not so different after all.”

Johnny's eyes flicker but he quickly recovers. Slowly and surely, a light blush began to spread across his cheeks. "Maybe not..." Okay to hell with it. He signaled the bartender he needed a beer. He couldn't do that whole feelings talk so effortlessly. Ghost watches him and doesn't say anything. He looks back down at his own drink, nursing it slowly now. An odd, tense silence settling between the two of them. He takes in Soap's features for a moment, out of the corner of his eye; the way his mohawk curls around the back of his neck when it got too long, his piercing blue eyes rivaling the clear summer sky, strong facial structure adorned by a slight beard. His eyes flicker to his lips for a moment, before he shakes his head quickly and looks back down at his drink. He takes in another sip, his blush only worsening.

"Hey L.T. Wanna bail after this?" Soap's lips curve into a soft smile. Ghost glances back at him, almost surprised he asks. But he slowly nods and the younger one finishes his pint with a few big gulps. “Hell… Yeah, you read my mind. I was about to ask the same.” He rises to his feet, offering him a slight grin that is only noticeable through the movement of his eyes. “Let’s get out of here, Soap.”

The cold night air immediately hits them. It is refreshing, waking them up again slightly. Soap takes a short moment to close his eyes and inhales. Then looking up at his company besides him. "Alright, let's head back to base." The taller man stares out at the night, taking in the view before nodding. There’s a slight hint of relief on his face as he suggests heading back to the base. “I could use some rest anyway. It’s been a long day.”

Ghost starts to walk, heading to the alleyway back towards the base. His steps are steady and deliberate, almost robotic. As if his mind is completely absent from the present; his thoughts somewhere else. He gestures at his sergeant to come along, not slowing his pace, who quickly scrambles after him until they are walking side by side. It would take them a bit until they arrive. But that was fine, he didn't mind.

"...I had fun today. Thanks, Simon." He quietly spoke into the night, looking straight ahead. His hands in his pockets. He could see his breath forming in little clouds.

Simon stares ahead, eyes seemingly unfocused despite his words. His face remains unreadable, but his body language eases subtly; the tension dissipating as he continues walking beside him. He likes it when Soap uses his name. Likes that he was the only one daring to do so. The only one Ghost allows to. “Me too, Johnny.” His voice is soft, almost too quiet to be heard. His eyes flicker towards him for a moment, then they quickly return to staring ahead, as if he hadn’t heard his reply. Johnny notices the way Ghost's eyes scan his surroundings constantly, the way his footsteps never falter or stumble. Despite everything else, Ghost was a soldier above all.

They continue to walk in silence for a while. But the little chatterbox just couldn't shut his mouth. The alcohol loosening his tongue further. He smiled faintly. "Shame there's this unspoken rule in the force..."

That brought attention to his lieutenant. “Which is?” He speaks without looking at him, but he sounds intrigued. The conversation has broken him out of his reverie of quiet thought earlier and he’s not trying to hide it. His gaze turns to Soap, his eyes seemingly a bit sharper than usual as he stares at him intently. His footsteps haven’t slowed whatsoever in the time it took for him to say that. It’s almost as if his body is on autopilot; every motion as smooth and precise as his stride.

"No dating within the squad." He tries to match his pace. Looking up at the same moment his eyes fall on him. Another lopsided grin of Soap before he averted his gaze back to the front. There's not much more he had to say right now. One could practically hear Simon blink at those words. His expression softens when he looks at him again, as if he’s still reeling from what he just said. After a moment, he smirks and shrugs.

“It’s an unspoken rule, sure. But…” He pauses, looks at Johnny again. His expression is still relaxed but there’s more to it than before. A certain intensity, almost. “…I’d break it."

"Would you now?" The scotsman snickers and raises an eyebrow at him. Not sure if he was all that serious. Would he just break it in general or did he actually play with that thought right now? His eyes dart between his, trying to figure out what exactly he meant.

Ghost stares back at him. Letting the question hang in the air. His gaze holds Soap's for a bit longer before he takes in a deep breath; fogging up a bit as he breathes into the cold night air. “I know the rule exists for a reason… Can’t have soldiers be distracted by ‘love’ in the middle of an operation. No tension or drama on base, between mates. No clouding of decision making.” His voice was quieter than usual. “But… We’re not on any major mission anymore.”

He looks ahead again. “There’s nothing stopping us.”

Soap's eyes still linger on his mask. Did he hear that right? Nothing stopping them? After a few beats of silence, his head turns as well. Eyes staring straight forward. Voice equally quiet and tender. "Mhm, I suppose not..." His hand closest to the tall man slides out of his jacket pocket. Just hanging by his side, trembling slightly. Is he really all that nervous right now? One can almost hear his breath catch in his throat. There’s so much tension in the air, as if every minor movement, every word is a potential match to ignite the spark of something more. He’s waiting, searching for a sign.

His footsteps slow to a stop and for a while, it’s just the sound of them both breathing.

“…”

His voice is a whisper now, as if he’s worried someone will hear him. “Soap… Can I ask you something?”

He notices his pace slowing, coming to a halt just slightly ahead of him. Turning to face him and looking up at his mask. His brows furrow at his question. He seemed so serious, yet... uncertain. "Anything L.T. What is it?" While speaking he took a step closer to him.

“I…“ Simon stops himself. As if reconsidering whether to ask what’s on his mind. He sighs slightly, his gaze on him, voice so soft even the gentle sounds of the city and environment around them seems to be muted somehow. “Nevermind. Forget it.”

A second passes by… And then he speaks again.

”No, wait…”

He shakes his head, as if trying to clear his mind. It’s like watching a person in the middle of an internal struggle.

"Simon..." Soap sees the struggle in his eyes. His hand lands on his friends upper arm in a reassuring gesture. Lightly squeezing it. "It's okay... No pressure, relax..."

Ghost glances down at the hand on his arm, staring at it for a moment. As if the slightest bit of human contact can cause him to become overwhelmed with emotion. His other hand reaches out, placing it on top of Johnny's. And then… he’s pulling himself into you. Soap knows from experience how careful and meticulous this man usually is with everything he does. Yet, right now, as he leans into him… He seems almost vulnerable. An awkward moment of silence stretches between both. Simon's gaze meets his again, his eyes searching for something. Soap wraps his arms around him. Embracing him in a hug. It was rare he accepted such close contact. Let alone initiate it. For a long while he actually was the only one allowed to physically touch him. With time he opened up to Price as well, who mostly gave out pats on the back. And Gaz with his fist bumps and side hugs.

Soap leans into him. His arms barely able to completely fit around him. He closes his eyes, enjoying the warmth as he didn't notice before how cold it actually has gotten. Ghost's arms come around him as well, his embrace firm and secure. Their bodies molding against each other. Ghost takes in a deep breath and the other can feel his chest rise and fall ever so slightly against him. His expression is a mess of emotions.

The tall man remains silent, content to just hold Soap in his arms for a while. A soft sigh escaping his lips.

“Johnny…”

That’s all he says, and there’s a lot implied in that one word.

"Simon..."

His name comes out as a whisper. Not wanting to break much of the silence. The world around them seems to freeze as snow slowly begins to fall and settle on the ground, trees, park benches. Being illuminated by the street lamp they stood under and pale moonlight peeking through the clouds. Soap leans backwards ever so slightly. Tilting his head to look up at Ghost. How tiny snowflakes get caught on his pale lashes. Being almost hypnotized by his eyes. His half lidded gaze. One of his hands rises to brush away some of the snowflakes that had gathered on Johnny's face. The other remains around him. A quiet moment passes, as they both just stand there together, enjoying the company. The snow falling around them. Ghost glances down at him for a moment and he can feel his gaze lingering on his lips. His mind races, wondering what he’s looking at. Or thinking. Then realizing. He could kiss him right now and maybe he wants to.

Both of Soap's hands slowly come up to his face, trembling. Fingers tracing the edge of his balaclava. "...May I?"

Simon stares at the hands as he raises them to his face. His expression is completely unreadable through his mask. The sergeant's heart races, adrenaline surging through his veins. He wants to do it. Why is he waiting for him? Just do it. Just…

As if reading his thoughts, Ghost slowly nods, his expression becoming more tender. "....Go ahead." His voice is a soft whisper, barely audible under the sounds of the snow and wind outside. Soap's fingers run along the edge of his balaclava once more, feeling the rough material and warm skin beneath. He takes his time, slowly sliding it up. He didn't push his luck though by overstepping any boundaries. Moving it just up to his nose. Revealing his jawline and lips. He can see how pale his complexion is, in a stark contrast to his own more tanned skin. Blue eyes wander over some faded and some deeper scars. His thumb lightly stroking over the bottom half of his cheek, the corner of his mouth. His lips are full and slightly pink. Johnny's fingers can feel the soft, warm breath against them. He was beautiful.

His gaze trails to the older man's eyes once more. As if silently asking for yet another permission. To see if this really was okay. Their eyes meet and Ghost stares at him with intensity. There is no need to ask for permission anymore. He’s looking at him with nothing but tenderness and longing.

Soap swallows, nervousness eating at him. His heart beating faster against his ribcage. Stomach twisting and turning. Instead of pulling his wide frame towards him, he gets on his tiptoes. Just a little. Enough for his lips to meet Simon's who leans down slightly. It only takes a few seconds for him to fully adapt to the height difference between them. Strong arms tighten around him. As if holding him tight enough will stop him from ever going away again. As if he never wants to let him go. As his big arms hold him close, he could've melted in an instant. He feels safe. Finally at home.

Ghost kisses him with an urgency that might’ve been reserved for life-or-death situations. Not the love and tenderness he’s showing now. Soap's eyes flutter close immediately. Giving into the moment completely. Enjoying his surprisingly soft, plush lips on his. The faint taste of beer still lingering on them. Mixed with his very own note. Simon's lips part ever so slightly and his own follow suit. His tongue flicks against his in an experimental gesture, as if testing the water. He gently pulls Soap in closer, his arms holding him tighter. And the sergeant's arms are now wrapped around Ghost's neck. Holding onto him just as much as he pressed close. He feels safe with him, in ways that words couldn't possibly describe. Their kiss deepens, becoming passionate and aggressive. Tongues exploring inside each other's mouths, teeth grazing against lips. Their breathing is quick, ragged. Barely able to hold themselves back anymore. Senses clouded not only by the booze from earlier but now with so many more sensations. It is intoxicating.

His tongue moves against Johnny's quickly. It feels like his passion is increasing with each passing second. Like something inside of him has broken free, releasing all of the pent-up emotions he’s been storing within himself. The embrace becomes more forceful; pressing their bodies together tightly. Soap begins to feel dizzy, almost overwhelmed by the rush of sensations running through his body. And then, Ghost pulls away from him gently… Slowly, reluctantly, letting go. His breathing slows a bit, though his chest is still heaving as if he’d been running a marathon.

Soap immediately takes a deep breath as well. Looking up at him as his eyes open again. Chest moving rapidly, lips curling into a grin. He lets a few moments pass before whispering. "You know... I think I'm okay with breaking rules here and there..."

Simon smiles warmly, his expression a complete contrast to the intense way he was just looking at him a moment ago. He still holds that loving gaze but now he seems like he’s content in the present moment; as if nothing else in the world matters. He even relaxes his grip, letting a hand slip off of him for a moment. “I second that...” His voice is softer now, the husky tone gone away. He lets his eyes trail towards Soap's mouth again, his hand slides back onto his cheek. Stroking it tenderly.

The smaller man lowers his balaclava again. Neatly tucking it back into the collar of his shirt. Patting his chest with a grin. "Freezing my butt off out here. Let's get movin'. I think we have the whole night to talk about a few things... And who knows..." He takes Ghost's skeleton gloved hand into his own as he starts walking again, dragging him along. His lieutenant chuckles slightly and allows him to take his hand. He nods as he lets him lead the way. The snow falling, the city sleeping… It’s all so peaceful.

Simon remains silent for a while, watching his sergeant walk in front of him. He seems like a different person now; the soldier who could barely show any emotion, who spoke in short, curt sentences and kept himself closed off, is now replaced with a man who smiles like a boy who’s gotten everything he wanted this christmas.

He still looks at Soap with tenderness, though his eyes are now filled with love.

Simon Riley was a human with emotions after all. He was more than the murderous beast the military made of him. He was more than The Ghost.

But most importantly.

Simon Riley was in love with John MacTavish

#ghost x soap #ghostsoap #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #soap cod #john soap mactavish #cod mw2 #cod #mw2 #cod fanfic #watcher writes

[gemini-sensei]

New Masterlist

Girls Masterlist || Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz Masterlist

Updated: 4/15/2023

Demetri Alexopoulos

Demetri Alexopoulos x Chubby!Reader Headcanons

Demetri Alexopoulos x Chubby!Reader NSFW Headcanons

Demetri Let's It Slip

FWB Poly!Miguel x Eli x Chubby!Reader x Demetri || Breeding Kink

Praise Kink || Breeding Kink ||

Demetri and his kids ||

Demetri x Chubby!Reader x Girlcock!Yasmine ||

Sex Fiend Demetri || cockwarming ||

Make out Session || Being Demetri Alexopoulos' Girlfriend ||

Upset | Demetri Alexopoulos x Chubby!Reader

First Time | Poly!Boypussy!Eli x Chubby!Reader x Demetri Alexopoulos

Poly!Boypussy!Binary Boyfriends x Girlcock!Reader || Part Two ||

Boypussy! Demetri | Headcanons || More ||

Demetri Alexopoulos x Pregnant!Reader

For Mommy | Poly!Hawk Moskowitz x Chubby!Reader x Demetri Alexopoulos

Poly!Hawk Moskowitz x Chubby!Reader x Demetri Alexopoulos NSFW Headcanons || MORE ||

Rough Boys | Poly!Demetri x Reader x Eli

Yasmine and Reader fight over Dem *wink wink* (poly)

Yasmine x Girlcock!Reader x Demetri w/ sensei venus

Poly!Yasmine x Chubby!Reader x Demetri NSFW Headcanons

Poly!Sam x Chubby!Reader x Demetri NSFW Headcanons || Mini SFW Headcanon ||

Demetri Alexopoulos x Single!Pregnant!Reader ||

Demetri's Monster 🍆 || and again || more || thigh fucking || first time ||

Eli Moskowitz x Chubby!Reader x Yasmine x Demetri Alexopouos ||

Demetri's Wife || Demetri's Pregnant Wife ||

Monstercock!Demetri x Chubby!Reader Onlyfans Headcanons ||

Monstercock!Demetri x Popular!Reader ||

Monstercock!Teacher!Demetri x Pregnant!Librarian!Reader || Part One ||

Monstercock!Alpha!Demetri x Chubby!Omega!Reader NSFW Headcanons ||

Demetri Alexopoulos x Popular!Chubby!Reader ||

Demetri Alexopoulos x Chubby!Pregnant!Reader || Fluff!

Losing his virginity || ft. Hawk x Reader

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Looking for more poly!Demetri x Eli? Check out the Eli Moskowitz Masterlist.

Miguel Diaz

Miguel Diaz with a spit kink

Gift Exchange with Miguel (Christmas "blurb")

Dad!Miguel Headcanons

Miguel Diaz with a Breeding Kink || 😏😏 || More || And More || And Again || 95% || Hehe || Here We Go Again ||

Miguel Diaz x Chubby!Reader NSFW Headcanons || 👅💦

Miguel with an Overstim Kink

Poly!Hawk Moskowitz x Chubby!Reader x Miguel Diaz NSFW Headcanons || 😩😩 || Degradation Kink ||

Miguel x Reader with Chronic Migraines

Fluffy Miguel Diaz x Reader Headcanons

Car Sex with Miguel

Sub!Miguel x Dom!Reader w/ Overstim

Lactation Kink || Spit Kink -> again ||

Learn to Get Along | Miguel Diaz x Chubby!Reader x Robby Keene

Spicy Dream & More |

In His Shirt |

FWB Poly!Miguel x Eli x Chubby!Reader x Demetri || Breeding Kink

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Robby Keene

Robby Keene x Chubby!Reader x Hawk Moskowitz Headcanons

Poly!Robby Keene x Chubby!Reader x Tory Nichols Dating Headcanons

Poly!Robby Keene x Chubby!Reader x Tory Nichols NSFW Headcanons

Robby Keene Cuddling Headcanons

Learn to Get Along | Miguel Diaz x Chubby!Reader x Robby Keene

Poly!Robby x Fem!Reader x Moon

A Little Help ||

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Multiple

Nip Slip Headcanons | Robby, Miguel, Demetri, Hawk

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#masterlist #robby keene x reader #miguel diaz x reader #demetri alexopoulos x reader

[herefornips]

#dem nips

[fangswbenefits]

Okay, im sprry if this is too much but, Miguel has a lactation kink, right? Just think of it:

Usually, the breasts will stop producing milk after a couple weeks (give or take) once the baby has been completely weaned, but imagine Sweet Girl getting frustrated that she is still producing, even after the baby has been weaned simply because Miguel keeps sucking on dem titties any chance he gets.

He just begs for one last taste, he'll promise to keep his lips off until he just gets carried away during sex. He'll behave at first, simply kissing, licking, and nipping at her breasts until he can't control himself and ends up full on suckling, making SG once again all flustered and frustrated becuase she pretty much has to start from square one again becuase her mans is literally too thirsty

(I'm sorry)

I'm trying to figure out why you're apologising 🫠 this is too good omg...….........

#answered ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ #sweet girl ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

[itsrheasgirl]

AN UNEXPECTED GUEST - PART 8

Chapter 2 for Forbidden Love series. The Forbidden Love series follows a relationship between Rhea x Reader.

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The Reader has a strong friendship with Liv Morgan.

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Liv is in love with The Reader but hasn’t told them.

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fem!reader - rhea x reader.

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@elsholic @riverscyberwife @you-got-me-star-lost-16 @innagnv @bittersweetastoria @chillinbri @call-me-a-simp @sithfar @rooskaya-yelena @half-of-a-gay @teenagedramaqueenlisa @hit-the-dirt-and-get-back-on @bl0w-m3 @l0v3e1i

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You could sit on the beach forever, the ocean breeze blowing through Rhea’s hair as she nuzzled into your neck. Her arms tightly wrapped around you as you looked out at the rise and fall of the crashing waves.

Being in her arms was so comforting, even in the calmest of situations it felt like she was protecting you. Keeping you safe from anything that could harm you. Inhaling a shallow breath, you let you lids flutter closed as your words left your lips in a soft utter.

“You don’t have to stay with me, you still have Monday to rest up for.”

You felt Rhea’s chest vibrate as she laughed softly. The draft selections were set to go into effect upon everyone’s return from San Juan and of course The Judgement Day had to make an appearance at Monday night raw. Rhea’s career kept her very busy and you didn’t want to be responsible for her tiredness.

“I don’t want you getting hurt because I kept you awake all weekend.”

A soft chuckle parted Rhea’s lips before she pressed them gently against your jugular, your own lips curling into a warm grin as you gave her palms a soft squeeze.

“I’m not leaving you.”

She uttered against your skin, returning the soft squeeze of your palms.

“If this is where you need to be, then this is where we will stay.”

It made you smile that Rhea seemed to do whatever it was you needed. She constantly took care of your needs over her own and it tugged at your heartstrings. Why would someone care for someone else so much when all they were to each other was friends.

Tilting you head slightly to rest it upon her shoulder, you look up at her with glistening hues.

She must care for you— at least a little. This weekend had been proof of that. She’d stood against one of her closest friends for you.

Inhaling a small breath, you release one of her palms to cup it around Rhea’s cheek and tilt her features down to look upon you.

“You fought Liv for me.”

Rhea leant into your touch for a few moments before shaking her head gently, a soft bubble of laughter parting her lips as she brought her free hand up to tap the tip of your nose with her finger.

“Let’s not talk about the past, pretty girl.”

Her lips curved into an impish simper as she leant in to press a soft kiss against the shell of your ear, her pearly white gently nipping at the soft flesh before whispering in a sweet nothings tone.

“I’d much rather talk about the future.”

Rhea’s future was lit with neon lights, with roaring crowds, with triumph after triumph and every single part of that made you proud. She was a superstar and the world was finally seeing what she was worth.

A warm simper claimed your lips as you gave her palm another gentle squeeze, leaning your head back against her shoulder once more as you looked up at the stars that glistened across the moon lit sky.

“Your future shines so bright, Dems. You’re an idol for so many people. An inspiration to so many more. Your future couldn’t be better if you tried.”

A small chortle echoed from Rhea’s chest as she returned her gaze to the open ocean, her lips twitching into an almost childlike grin as she almost whispered the words.

“I can think of one way it could be better.”

A soft hum vibrated behind your smile as you shifted your gaze to peek over at her through thick lashes.

“Is that so? And what might that be?”

Rhea didn’t remove her gaze from the ocean— her full lashes not once blinking as she spoke, the tone in her voice as casual as they come.

“Seeing you more.”

Did she expect you to not react to that? Take her words as if it was a simple statement and not something as overwhelming as her wanting to spend more time with you. To actually see you again.

You had come to San Juan terrified that Rhea wouldn’t even want to see you and now here you were, at the end of your trip with her telling you she wanted to see you more.

Your lips twitch into an impish grin as you place one of your palms down against Rhea’s chest, your shimmering gaze dropped to meet her sapphire hues.

“— Really?”

You stammered slightly, removing your hand from Rhea’s chest and using your arms to lift yourself off the sand enough to rotate your entire frame round to face her head on.

Rhea couldn’t help the small laugh that broke through her lips as she watched you struggling to turn around before her, both her palms finding comfort on your shoulders as she tilts her head slightly.

“Yes really.”

Your heart rate increased slightly as Rhea’s words started to settle in, you’d dreamt of the day that you could be with her in a way that actually meant something. Having her in your life as a friend was acceptable, it meant you got to see her every now and then. But having her in your life permanently— it warmed your soul.

Rhea pressed her lips into a thin line as she gave your shoulders a tentative squeeze, unable to control the eat shit grin that forced itself across her features.

“What?”

You scoffed through a delicate laugh, twisting your head to press a kiss to the top of her hand as she held onto your shoulders. Your gaze returning to hers as you waited for her to speak.

The shimmering sapphire of Rhea’s gaze glistened in the moon light as you sat looking deep into each others eyes, your palm sliding over her thigh as you encouraged her to say something.

“Dems..”

You whispered, giving her thigh a gentle squeeze.

“Y/N, I like you. I like you a lot.”

She chortled softly, her palms moving from your shoulders to gently cup around your cheeks.

“You being here this weekend. It just— it feels like it was just meant to be. I’ve spent the last few weeks driving Dominik and Damian insane talking about you. Every conversation, I found a way to make about you.”

Rhea’s glimmering ocean hues stayed fixated on your features, the corners of your lips twitching into a warm smile as you leant into the comfort of her palm as she spoke.

“Having to leave LA.”

She exhaled softly, tracing the apple of your cheek with her thumb over and over.

“Without even getting to say goodbye. I just—”

Rhea’s words trailed off into silence as she exhaled another shallow breath and released her hold on your cheeks, her gaze dropping slightly before you slipped a singular finger under her chin to tilt it back up.

Rhea needed to know she wasn’t alone in this, that her feelings were reciprocated. Even though the idea terrified you— finally admitting to the feelings that you’d felt for so long, she deserved to know.

“I came here not knowing if you would even want to see me. I didn’t know what LA meant, or how you felt about it. For all I knew..”

Your gaze dropped, a shallow sign falling from your lips as you felt the softness of Rhea’s fingers cradle your chin and lift it back upward so she could look upon your features once more. Her head shaking gently before she cupped one of your cheeks again.

“For all you knew what? For all you knew it was just a booty call, that I was just using you to get some action.”

A small chortled vibrated in Rhea’s chest as she leant forward to place her forehead against your own, her lids fluttering closed as she inhaled a breath.

“I’m crazy about you, Y/N. I have been for a long time, but I though you just saw me as one of Liv’s colleagues.”

Your heart began to flutter as she spoke. Overwhelming excitement and instant panic battling in your subconscious as you focused on keeping your breathing level.

“Are you insane.”

You scoffed, a harmonious laugh following quickly after.

“From the moment I met you, it’s like you had this invisible hold on me. Like a string that tied us together, even when we were far apart. When ever I got to see Liv, she would always tell me stories about you. About the funny things you’d do and the mischief you’d start together. It often left me unable to stop thinking about you and that terrified me.”

Your heartbeat was beginning to pound in your ears, Rhea’s brow furrowing slightly against your own before she pulled back with concern.

“Terrified you?”

There was clear question in her tone, her glistening hues remaining locked with yours as you spoke.

“You’re Rhea Bloody Ripley, you’re terrifying.”

The soft bubble of laughter that parted Rhea’s lips echoed in your ears as she cupped both palms round your cheeks, her plush lips finding yours with a passion filled kiss. Her fingertips finding their way into you hair, gently pulling the electric that held your bun free from the mess of tendrils as they fell delicately to your shoulders.

Pulling back with heavy breath, Rhea beamed with happiness as she pressed another quick kiss to your lips.

“Do I still terrify you?”

Pushing the strands of hair back over your shoulders to let them fall down your back, Rhea kept a watchful eye on you.

“Yes.”

You state, quickly continuing before Rhea can comment.

“Yes you do, but in a whole new way.”

You could see the concern on Rhea’s features, her brow furrowing slightly as she dropped her hands into her lap.

“Demi Bennett, I’m terrified about you. About hurting you, about doing something that will break your heart. I’m terrified about making this real.”

You stop abruptly, pressing your lips into a flat line. You hadn’t actually confirmed anything and here you were assuming Rhea was yours.

Taking both Rhea’s palms in yours, you slowly trace your thumb over the tattooed lines on the top of her hand. Not meeting her gaze, but letting her know you were there.

“We don’t have to label this, we don’t have to rush into anything.”

Rhea exhaled a soft breath as she leant her forehead down against your own, her lids dropping closed as she released your hands to wrap her forearms around the back of your neck.

“I just know I need to keep seeing you. I can’t let you out of my life now that I’ve finally found out how happy you make me.”

- - - - - - - - - -

You’d found comfort laying back against Rhea’s chest as the two of you continued to watch the waves crash and fall against the sand, her muscular arms wrapped tightly around you to keep the soft ocean air from chilling your exposed skin.

You still couldn’t believe that she’d expressed an eager desire to see you after this weekend— it’s what you’d hoped for, but of course she didn’t know that. The thought of Rhea being in your life more was still so daunting, it wasn’t often you got to spend time with her and repeatedly found yourself wishing she would end up in New York so you had an excuse to see her. But now.. now she would be finding excuses to see you.

You tilted your cheek to rest it against Rhea’s chest, peeking up through thick lashes as she looked down at you with a warm smirk.

“Can I help you?”

Rhea questioned before pressing a soft kiss against your forehead, her arms giving you a gentle squeeze as you inhale a breath.

“Are you tired?”

Your brow arched slightly as you attempted to hide the impish smirk that tugged at your lips, a sinful idea for some fun flashing through your mind.

“Not really.”

Rhea stated with questioning in her tone.

“Why, are you? We can go back to bed.”

Spinning yourself around to position yourself sat back on your legs, you peck a swift kiss against Rhea’s lips before placing a singular palm onto her chest and begin to push her back into the sand.

“Ooooor.”

The smirk upon your lips turns devilish as you hover yourself inches from Rhea’s features, pressing a gentle kiss upon her lips before trailing gentle nips along her jawline and slowly down the length of her neck.

A small hum vibrated in Rhea’s chest as her lids fell closed and her head rested back upon the towel you’d been sitting on, her palm sliding over your lower back to stop you from moving yourself away from her.

Rested on all fours, you continue to place heated kisses and gentle nips at the soft flesh of Rhea’s jugular. One of your palms slipping beneath the fabric of the small top that clung to her torso, your fingers cup around the perfect mound of her breast.

You’d spent the passing weeks thinking of your first time with Rhea. How euphoric she’d made you feel and how you’d hope to get a chance at making her feel the same way.

“Feeling a little wild, pretty girl?”

Rhea uttered, shifting her torso to rest up on her elbows. The tips of her fingers slowly began to dance up and down your spine as she exhaled a stammered breath, the sound of her swallowing causing a small smirk to tug at your lips as you whispered huskily against her ear.

“It’s my turn, Mami.”

Rhea’s lower lip rolled between her pearly whites as the heat of your breath warmed the shell of her ear, her fingertips dancing higher up your spine before slowly descending back down to cup her palm around the mound of your ass.

“Oh?”

She purred, nipping at the angle of your jawline as her palm shifting from your ass cheek to slide between your thighs. The tips of her fingers circling against the fabric of your shorts to tease at your core.

“So you think you’re in charge?”

You couldn’t help the soft whimper that claimed your lips as you pressed a few scattered kisses across the line of Rhea’s jaw, the palm that held her bare breast sliding under her torso to arch her closer to you.

There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that Rhea would keep the control in this current situation, but you didn’t care— as long as you got to please her just like she had for you.

You hadn’t drawn your lips far from her ear, keeping your tone husky and seductive as you uttered against her skin

“I guess we’ll have to find out.”

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[callsign-phoenix]

I wrote this for the kinktober event, I hope you like it!

It is a Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x female!reader imagine.

Thank you @marvelandotherfandomimagines for proofreading and @topguncortez for the gorgeous header!

Kinktober day 21: size difference

Warnings: I don’t know how tall you are so this might not be inclusive (reader is smaller than Jake), smut, cursing, 18+

It was no secret that Jake was taller than you, that was simply the case by design of nature.

You liked the fact that he was taller, you had to lean up to kiss him while he had to lean down.

You were sure you would develop back problems over time the older you got but it was a thought you chuckled at, because you hoped to grow old with him.

Jake had many other associations when he thought about your size difference.

He didn’t know what it was but thinking about how small you seemed to him always turned him on.

You just had to reach for his hand on the table with the simple intention to hold it and he’d want to lead you to the bedroom, the way your palm seemed small and slim in comparison to his bringing a primal side out in him.

You were quickly kneeling on the rug in front of your bed eye-level with his crotch or he just as easily picked you up.

You were on your back on the bed before you knew it, his body above yours, caging you in until all you could see, hear or feel was him.

He loved the way his body covered and dwarfed yours, it made him feel strong and protective of you and did boost his ego a little.

His head lowered to your chest and he pressed kisses to your skin there, one of his hands ran over your body while the other rested at the side of your face, cradling it carefully.

His hips moved to receive friction against your thigh and your hands roamed his body.

He took a second to pull his shirt off and tugged on yours as well, pulling it over your head to have access to more naked skin.

Jake took his time to look at you and kiss you softly, his fingertips gently grazing your skin until he reached your trousers.

It was a fast process as he pulled yours and his down and with it your underwear before covering your body with his again.

He let out a desperate moan when he filled you, his hands searching for yours to intertwine your fingers.

“Shit baby, so tight for me. My little girl’s so fucking good for me,” he whispered softly, his mouth lowering to your ear as his lips nipped at the skin there.

His words and the motion had you clenching on him and a moan slipped from your lips.

He kept your hands intertwined by your head as he started to move more desperately, snapping his hips back and forth as he lifted his head just slightly to be able to look at you.

His lips occasionally touched your own when he gave a harsher thrust and you leaned up to kiss him, the two of you sharing a more sensual kiss than usual.

He was careful when kissing you and his pace was less steely than usual as well, as if the thought of your size made him see you as more dainty than usual.

When you reached your orgasm Jake retracted one of his hands from yours to hold the side of your face, mumbling praises against your lips that were open from gasping for air.

The two of you lay there for a while, just enjoying the blissful minutes while regaining your breath, and Jake occasionally pressed tender kisses to the skin on your neck and face.

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[tavern-aa]

Heyo! I saw that requests were open nd wanted to know if you could do a second part to the Shikamaru nsfw fic? If not that's fine! I love this blogs aesthetic and writing btw! Have a good day/night! 💕

A/N: Leviathan here, it's been almost a year since we've uploaded any works, lmfao so myyyyyy bad. I'm treating you guy with a part two and a full smut cause I love you and I feel bad. But that's okay, big brother Leviathan is here for the rescue. <3

Warnings: Sex, it's pretty vanilla, cursing, smut under the cut

WC: 706

x Male Reader

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“Stop teasing so much, you bully!” you cried out, a small tear streaming down your cheek. Seeing the tear caused something within Shikamaru to snap as he surged up to his feet, picking you up and tossing you onto the bed in one fluid motion.

“Fuck, you don’t know what you do to me baby boy.”

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Your head was fuzzy, no thoughts crossing your brain as overwhelming pleasure built inside of you. The only sound you could hear was the subtle grunts from below you and your own whines of pleasure as rough hands gripped your hips, forcing your hole to swallow Shikamaru's full length. Even when you were fucking, his lazy nature caused you to do most of the work, even if at the moment you felt too weak to even lift yourself anymore.

He looked at you with such hunger, it was startling how much he truly wanted you. How much he needed you. How much he loved being inside of your warm, inviting hole.

"Fuck y/n," he groaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin there to leave as many marks as he pleased. His hips rutted up into yours to meet your hips in an almost desperate maneuver. And desperate he was. No matter how dominant he wanted to look or feel, he caved when it came to the feeling of you swallowing him whole.

You could feel every inch of him inside you, filling you up to the brim until you couldn't think of anything but how good you felt. Every drag of his cock along your walls sent a spasm through your body almost like an electric shock. His lips attacking your neck caused another filthy moan to leave your mouth and a smirk to plaster itself to his face.

"Feels so good inside you, so good. Wanna feel like this all the time. You wanna feel like this too, right baby?"

The only response was your babbling, tears had started to form again from the pure pleasure. He took that as his 'yes' before he finally had enough. The sight of your tears has sent him into a frenzy. The second time tonight you had shed tears for him.

He flipped you both over so that you were now on your back, him hovering over you before he gripped your hips again, tight enough to surely leave marks, and slammed his cock into your gummy walls once more. Hitting your prostate, thrust after thrust, slowly dragging out his cock before violently thrusting back in to hit the same spot had you seeing stars. Your sweat drenched body was seizing up from every punch to your prostate, it felt like pure ecstasy was being injected into via his dick.

"Shi-Shika! Cuming, fuck, cuming."

He paid no mind, or more so, he sped up his thrusts just to push you over that edge even faster. And push you over it did, white seed shot out of the tip of your dick coating your chest in semen. His lips then attached themselves to your right nipple, rolling the bud around in his mouth as he continued to roughly fuck into your ass helping you to ride through your orgasm for the umpteenth time that evening.

Only when his own hips started to stutter did he start to slow down, his rhythm breaking down as he grew closer and closer to his own high.

"Y/N, love you so much, fuck, feel so good, love you," he moaned into the soft plush of your chest, having detached from your nipple to breath harshly into your skin. His hand then wrapped around your own weeping cock, dripping again from overstimulation. You didn't think you could take another orgasm, you were gonna die if he made you.

"Cum together."

It wasn't a plea, it was a demand, you will and you did. His thrusts mixed with his steady jerking of your cock caused you to cum once again as he filled your hole with his own cum. A few more thrusts and then his body collapsing onto yours followed by a soft and tired chuckle from him.

"That...that was fun," he panted softly, his eyes closed but smiling at you none the less. You could only nod, knowing he couldn't see but feel you do so. His hands slid up to your face as his eyes opened slowly before he leaned over with great effort to place a gentle peck on your lips, "Love you so much Y/N."

"I love you too, Shikamaru."

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