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lazybutsmexy · 1 year

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No better than a Victorian man

Ghost x reader (GN)

Summary: you really like to look at your lieutenant, especially when you've got barely anything to look at.

Warnings: suggestive themes, pet as a nickname, Simon being a tease.

On AO3

Word count: 700~

There was a problem that you couldn't quite get rid of, and those were the feelings you had for a certain Lieutenant of yours.

You prided yourself for being very level headed, completely shutting off your non-soldier persona and focusing on the mission at hand no matter the circumstances. You could always cry in pain or frustration later, if it came to that.

This was proving difficult to handle, especially because the version of him you liked the most was the one on the field. At base, he would sometimes show himself on a tank top or a short-sleeved t-shirt, no gloves, and a balaclava instead of the infamous skull mask. It gave you ample margin to ogle at his thick biceps and strong body.

However, it was when he was in full tactical gear, all body covered up in armor and clothes that you found yourself searching for a glimpse of skin. You cheered internally when a fraction of what was hiding beneath caught your eye.

As you were spending the night at a safehouse, the mission accomplished and tensions decreased, you laid on your sleeping bag, neatly placed next to an abandoned bookshelf. You stared straight to the ceiling, but couldn't help admiring your lieutenant out of the corner of your eye.

He had taken out most of his gear and his jacket, but still wore a long sleeved shirt after patching up a scrape wound on his shoulder. The ripped cloth gave you a glimpse of the simple bandage he covered the wound with, and you couldn't help but feel jealous of it.

He sat next to your sleeping bag, resting his back on the wall closest to your head. Suddenly, he moved, and stretched over you to reach the bookshelf. You trained your eyes to the ceiling, hoping that it was dark enough to hide your flustered face. As his gloved hands held onto a book, a thin portion of his wrist caught your eye, and you felt your mouth water.

You pressed your lips together and tried to find something else to focus on, but your eyes fell on his hips. And the way his shirt untucked itself from his pants during the stretch. And the muscled skin beneath.

And the happy trail.

You snapped your eyes back to the ceiling, right behind his head, feeling your blood travel to your nether regions.

It took you a few seconds to realize he wasn't pulling the book away from the bookshelf, and the skull mask was staring straight into your very soul. Your face grew impossibly hotter, and you were sure you were radiating almost as much heat as the sun right then.

"...I've noticed how you look at me," his whisper was in a very low pitch, and it nearly took your breath away, "if I were to guess, I'd say you want me to fuck you with my clothes on."

You opened your mouth but nothing came out, and you couldn't tear your eyes away from him. You barely noticed when he leaned down to get closer to you, his hand still holding onto the bookshelf and stretching his shoulder. The ripped cloth exposed the skin uncovered by the bandage, and you couldn't help but gulp loudly as he spoke again.

"I bet you'd like that, huh," his whisper turned into a growl that shook your very core, and your breath hitched as you swallowed a whimper to not wake the others. Your fingers twitched, wanting so bad to hold the front of his shirt but knowing better than to touch him without permission.

"You've done good today," his whisper was soft but his eyes were hard, staring into yours and daring you to look away, "you may get your reward after briefing, in my room, you better not make me wait, understood?"

"Y-yes, sir," you managed to choke out in a soft whimper, and he reveled in the desperation that was clear in your eyes.

"Good pet," he growled, and pulled back, settling back in his previous position with a book in hand, leaving you to your muddled thoughts and aching for a touch.

#naughty naughty #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #suggestive #cod mw2 #cod mw2 fanfic #simon ghost riley fanfic #ghost fanfic

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gin-juice-tonic · 5 months

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literally every time i write something even moderately amusing for it i go "HA!!! I should post that to tumblr!!"

and i have to smack my hands away before i end up just posting all of the script

#naughty naughty

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vintage-tigre · 7 months

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#aesthetic #vintage #photography #voyerurism #naughty naughty #old school cool #style #travel #adventure #beauty

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abijahfowler · 2 months

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18+ sketch under cut 🫶

Warning for nudity and revolting language. Trigger warning miss abijah

Her pussy stink is intoxicating…. It has a psychedelic effect.

#this witch will not leave my mind… she is CONTROLLING MEEEEEE #I support women’s wrongs #sketchbook #naughty naughty #genderbend au #abijah fowler #nsft #oc tag: abeline #gfs oc tag: haru

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darkcollectornerd · 2 months

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#my post #model #naughty naughty

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beardedmrbean · 7 months

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Toronto Sun piece is from 2017 other is from 20020, not that I agree in the slightest with the way things go when it comes to that but wouldn't that all be included in the hats speech laws in Canada?

Maybe they forgot.

#nunyas news #blm #racism #naughty naughty

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rasshu-benaio · 7 months

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〚 Scrawny Debt Collector 〛MDNI

• An inspired Gyutaro x OC (Rasshu) NSFW Fic + Pic (at end)

• Based off of the Unfinished "The New Girls Boots" fanfiction

• NSFW: Non-con, Intimidation, sex at work, closed hours, intoxication, virgin.

• Both featured characters are 20+

〚 Setting & Feel 〛

A modern AU where a new lady has been hired at the busy office building; Rasshu Benaio. She is lively and sweet but she hides her positive traits under a veil of aggression if she's scared. Unfortunately, she is scared of the ugly tall man who collects debts for the business; Gyutaro.

〚 Uwah, Lets Go! 〛

It's been a good 6-8 months since Rasshu started working at this nice place. She's a part of the marketing crew as she's in charge of designing ads for Kimetsu events along with Tengen; one of the flashy mascot-like men for such a huge business!

Watching the stars pour out into the black-blue sky outside her window, Rasshu furrows her brows as she nearly finishes her work for today. Working a bit after hours isn't anything new for this lady as she barely can get any meaningful work done when Tengen, Mr. Rengoku, and Inosuke of all people are her co-workers in this hectic office! Typing about on her laptop, she jots down ideas that flesh out Tengen's already existing ideas for the upcoming Halloween special! She's adding context to his idea trying to rope them all together for when the others review it but her time is dwindling as her alarm creeps up on her, scaring her stiff!

With a feint smile, she rubs her jaw and lifts up her mask once more as she fills up her satchel, ready to take her belongings home. It's 11PM sharp and she knows that she's usually the last one to be here at this time so Mr. Rengoku expects her to clean up anything on the way out.

After making her desk look decent for tomorrow morning, Rasshu lets out the smallest of sighs as she locks up the marketing office. Light footsteps echo with every step the woman takes walking down the long dark, daunting hallways alone as she starts to hum a random tune, trying to keep her paranoid mind unassuming for the moment. The quiet has always unnerved her after all. But, as she walked out into the open floors of the lobby she began to see big muddy prints going outside! Letting out an audible groan, Rasshu already seemed to know whose footprints these were; the damned debt collector's, Gyutaro Shabana!

He's a rather messy man that reaks of self-hate and misogyny... He was the only one who actively antagonized her weekly, throwing little jabs at her, making fun of her mask habits, and even spreading rumors that she steals when she's working late! At first, Rasshu thought it was a race thing but he treats everyone like shit when they start, it's just... Rasshu kept taking his crap to heart.

Looking at the footprints in front of her, she instantly believes that he just made a mess so people would think it was her fault since she is the only one who consistently leaves after the janitor does. It's a stretch but she can't help it, Gyutaro has always been out to get her. So with a mean snarl, she shakes her head and unlocks the janitor's closest mumbling to herself as she brands a clean-looking mop!

Rasshu: That Scrawny ass Debt Collector... trying to set me up like always... if he wants me fired so much, why doesn't he just fuck'n fight! I bet I could gut him so damn fast that Sonic wouldn't even be able to see what was coming to that bitch...

After a few minutes, Rasshu finally cleaned up the footprints that plagued the shiny white floors of Kimetsu. With a smile, she put up the mop and swung her satchel around her shoulder, feeling a bit proud about her tiniest deed until she heard something, or more accurately, someone.

With all of the lights already cut off, Rasshu froze as she saw a huge silhouette blocking her in the closet but before she could even begin to fight this intruder, a large pair of hands insnared her as the closet door slammed with both of them in it! Writhing with rage, the woman groaned and bit the intruder's hands until a mocking voice rang out! The Intruder was Gyutaro and he wasn't too happy after hearing Rasshu mock him.

Gyutaro: "Scrawny ass Debt Collector" "Bet I could gut him" Heh... big talk for someone squirming around like the pathetic piece of crap she is... So damn annoying too... Kek...

Immediately , the man shoved Rasshu into the wall behind her stunning her! She couldn't believe what this man was doing! He would always berate her verbally but nothing like this, she was honestly shocked by what he was doing, did he actually hate her this much? but as she was stuck in thought, she was quickly disoriented as Gyutaro turned on the bright closet lights. Instantly, Rasshu's eyes took in the sight as she realized what was happening... That subtle smell of alcohol on his rancid breath, that blush flushing his dirty skin, and the way he couldn't contain that malicious smile while he looked at her. The damned man was drunk off his ass, but why here! Instantly, with a surprising amount of concern, Rasshu angrily berated the man before her!

Rasshu: Mr- MR SHABANA?! Are you OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND MAN!? Drunk? At WORK?! I know it's after hours but you can still get in trouble! Damnit and to think your smaller sister is the sane one for once... Address now, I'll call an Uber or a taxi before you make more of a mess than you've already...

The angry woman started to trail off and Gyutaro started to scowl as he walked up closer to her... He seemed worse for wear but Rasshu was already getting a bit nervous as he got almost nose-to-nose with her. Most of the time she was able to hold her own against this bully of a man, but tonight his demeanor was something else... and finally, confirmation of what was of his mind dribbled from his haunting words.

Gyutaro: Hey... Now... where's that big brave act you be putting on for me so much? Eh... Are we afraid of what the Scrawny Debt Collector can dish out? Because from what I know... I'm PRETTY DAMN GIRTHY where it counts...

Lifting up his baggy shirt, he slightly reveals the base of himself. Seeking a reaction, he leans in more until his breath stings Rasshu's eyes as she begins to internally freak out, looking for anything to put down this man as fast as possible but it is too late.

Lunging at her, the ragged man digs his dirty nails into Rasshu's waist as he pulls her body into his caved-in form! Fighting and throwing strong-armed punches, Rasshu roars out to Gyutaro, threatening him more and more until it turns into death wishes, and then to pleads! The man tanks kicks, punches, bites, and nearly anything waiting out her stamina until she was weak enough to finally stop. Rasshu pants under her mask as she is on the verge of tears as she looks at the ugly man with complete and utter rage, asking why... why her? Rasshu was so damn confused that it was physically hurting her just to wrap her head around this until Gyutaro gently, pulled down her mask.

Finally laying his eyes on the complete picture, Rasshu's face was fully in view; never truly seen by anyone else before. Her jaw was riddled with small scars. Her gritted teeth showed that the right side of her teeth were messed up! Unfortunately, that seemed to be her last straw as her frustration slowly turned to humiliation... with tears streaming down her cheeks and dripping down her neck, she cried believing that Gyutaro would use this against her. Why wouldn't he?

Still restraining her, Gyutaro pinched her chin and stole a kiss, holding her there for as long as he wanted. And just seeing the disgust and confusion etched on her face when he was done was enough for his crooked smile to contort into a sinister one.

With his biceps flaring up, he grabbed one of rasshu's legs and hoisted it up to her limit, forcing her to stretch her legs wide open as her other foot struggled to keep herself from falling! He held her there as he listened to her frantic pleas for mercy, but he wasn't here to play nice. Gliding his free hand down his pants, he took out a sharp pocket knife as he flicked it open, and dangled it in front of Rasshu's face. Knowing the context, Rasshu inadvertently clammed up as the man proceeded to glide the blade down her leg slowly, stopping at the small mound just below her stomach. Rasshu glared at the man one last time, hoping that it would be enough to hinder his actions but her eyes widened when the sound of splitting fabric filled her ears! Gyutaro vigorously cut himself an easy-to-access hole in her pants revealing a black pair of panties. They were a simple kind, with no one to impress, which was normal for someone as single as Rasshu.

Gyutaro didn't even care to look at her face as he put his palm directly on her panties, imagining how her secretive area looked. As he groped her, he listened to her frantic heartbeat just as well as he rubbed the nook of her panties, seldomly dipping into her pussy's wet crevice from time to time. After prodding her with just his two fingers, he pressed his weight against her as he took a fist full of her panties and ripped them clean from the hole in her pants! Feeling the cold bitter air on her bare pussy, Rasshu squealed but no one was in a large building, and wouldn't be for hours on end... Her breath ecelerated and she almost felt like she was going to pass out but Gyutaro made sure that he paused for long periods of time, listening carefully until her heartbeat went back down.

After Rasshu was calming down again, Gyutaro made sure he was face to face with her as he began to rub his rough fingers between her glossy folds... He knew how to work a woman's body, its what he was used to with how ugly he was anyway, so it was no different with this woman. Rubbing Rasshu's clit, she shut her eyes from the piercing blue gaze of the devil himself. Gyutaro seemed to feast on her reactions after all and Rasshu was simply the most reactive one who worked at Kimetsu, it was always easy picking her out from a sturdy crowd. Rubbing in circles, Rasshu seemed to relax slightly but she wasn't giving in to Gyutaro in the slightest so he devilishly plugged his two longest fingers deep into her, milking a squeak from the woman that was barely standing at this point.

At this point, Gyutaro knew that Rasshu's body wouldn’t be able to give much resistance now and that was all he really needed now as he picked her up. Hoisting her other leg up above his shoulders followed suit by the other! Rasshu wasn't ready at all as she tried to push herself off of Gyutaro but with a bit of taunting, Gyutaro would feign like he was about to drop her, causing her to latch on to him for safety. It was a nice sight to see the annoying worker he bullied often, holding on to him like this in such a manner, even if it was rather unfair... Rasshu started to talk a little louder, trying to sway Gyutaro's morals once more but then with the flash of a knife, she pipped down once again. Reluctantly, Rasshu used her arms to hold herself to the wall that she was being pushed against as the man positioned himself. dropping his baggy pants, his member sprang and bounced a bit, allowing his hard tip to bump against Rasshu's rear, making her flinch...

grabbing his shaft, Gyutaro played around as he rubbed his tip between Rasshu's folds as he watched tears run down her face occasionally... toying with her feelings, toying with her virginity. Without a moment's notice, Gyutaro forcefully cups his palm over Rasshu's mouth as he fully thrusts himself into her causing her to squirm and squeal in distress! Getting the hard part over with, Gyutaro slams himself fully into her as a mix of her blood and slick begins to coat his dick with each lustful pound. Not letting her rest, he gets his fill of pleasure until he pulls out, causing a pop sound to echo. lifting his saliva-covered palm from Rasshu's mouth, he reluctantly says sorry to her. Sniffling from what seemed to be the worst pain she'd ever been awake for, Rasshu avoids Gyutaro's glare as he puts himself in again! Fortunately, this time Rasshu's taking him rather well as he pounds just a bit more passionately than before. Seemingly allowing her to finally adjust to him.

Taking full advantage of this moment, Gyutaro digs his nails into her plush skin and starts to adjust himself slightly. And then pulling her arms into his grasp he performs a reverse full nelson of sorts?! Gritting his crooked fangs, he growls something under his breath as he begins to thrust vigorously but something's different! Rasshu begins to arch her back slightly with each thrust as something in her clicks! Shutting her eyes again, she begins to feel warm as her body feels this indescribable tickly feeling. After resisting for so long, Gyutaro's brows perk up as he hears small moans coming from his prey! Finally, he found her spot! Filled with determination, Gyutaro bites down on the nape of Rasshu's neck to keep her still as he speeds up his thrusts, milking her for the most long-awaited reaction he could get! Working up a sweat, Rasshu's legs jolt up as Gyutaro jams his hand down between their bodies! Followed by a choke-up, Rasshu nearly gags on her moan as Gyutaro yanks on her clit. Tightening up her core until she couldn't anymore and then with a failed attempt to stop herself, Rasshu shamefully squirted on herself, covering Gyutaro's lower half as she began to cry again... Her face was red hot and gyutaro pumped himself more and more until he snatched himself out, spilling his cum all over the wall and floor near him.

Crouching down, he let Rasshu's body slide down the wall to the floor onto his lap as he waited for Rasshu to finally look at him directly. It took a while, maybe 20 minutes for Rasshu to acknowledge him despite being in fear of what he would do next. Her red disappointed eyes finally, reached his blue droopy cold eyes for half a second before she looked away. Gyutaro let out a frustrated sigh as he reached his hand out and over Rasshu's head, resting his palm in her fluffy soft hair... He seemed a bit, conflicted as he watched the coworker that annoyed him, be so worried. Rasshu wanted to run away but she was just frozen laying within the man's lap as he thought to himself and then he finally spoke.

Gyutaro: Hey... Rasshu... I gotta ask you. Do you hate me? Keh, what a dumb ass question was that... I just swooped you up, took your V card, and expect you to NOT hate me?... Stupid... keh. I just wanted to know since you always seem to avoid me all the god damn time. Hell, you even hang out with that weird Uzui guy so much. I just thought you liked mean men and stuff. Rasshu: I... I... Mean men? I-I wouldn't hate you if you didn't hate me you damn man whore! Fuck! Like, who does this drunk? You can't tell me that you had some semblance of respect after humiliating me like this and now you're just gonna tell everyone that I'm just a slut or something... Finding anything to down me. Gyutaro: GNAH! Dont get loud with me! You can't expect me NOT to take you when you keep egging me on! Acting all offended when I tease you for any little thing! Acting all tough around your friends like you aren't teasing me with your cute ass! Hell, You can keep my name out of your mouth You Know?

Rasshu: THATS BECAUSE YOU ARENT TEASING, your insults hurt... and-and... how the hell am I teasing you?

Gyutaro: Dont act stupid you prude, I remember the first time I heard you. You were with that Uzui guy and y'all were pointing and laughing at me. Hell, each time yall pass me in the damn hallway, you do it! SO DONT ACT ALL HIGH AND MIGHTY Rasshu: YOU DUMB WHORE- ON MY FIRST WEEK UZUI WAS PICKING ON ME YOU DUMBAS BITCH- WE WAS TALKING ABOUT WHO WE THOUGHT WE WOULD WANT TO TAKE HOME AND WHEN I POINTED YOU OUT, UZUI FUCKIN- Gyutaro: wait- you chose me?...

For anyone who read this all or who totally skipped everything (cuz ik i would) Here

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astarions-bride · 3 months

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Hopefully, this doesn't sound creepy/stalkerish i promise it's not but i was doing some research into Shibari for an art reference and I found a few Instagram pages for references and i noticed Neil liked quite a few posts from an account I was looking at and I can't stop thinking about it 😳

Well then...that certainly makes the metaphorical wheels spin 👀

I don't really like speculating or looking too far into a celebrity's personal life, especially someone who is as private as Neil Newbon, so I don't really know how to respond to this information...I will say that he definitely strikes me as someone who will try anything once 😈

Regardless this will be living in my brain now thank you 😌

(And no this doesn't sound creepy or stalkerish at all 🥰)

#don't mind me #just loosing my mind #naughty naughty #😈#neil newbon #the void answers

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scavengerssuccotash · 4 months

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How do you think clintasha has sex like they give me the type to try some bdsm things and sometimes they are soft and then sometimes it’s rough because one almost dies

Was wondering when we would get to the sex. My favorite topic! I could go on for days…ha! Days!

This is pure filth. I am. So. Sorry! 🥴

They are not afraid to experiment when it comes to pleasure in the bedroom. You name it they’ve either tried it or talked about and decided it wasn’t for them. Before Natasha Clint was a bit of a fuck boy. He slept with half of E-wing before deciding to give it a go at stability with Bobbie or Birdie as he calls her. Their relationship might not have lasted but Clint’s fondness for delivering a firm hand stuck around.

I picture both Clint and Nat as switches and very fluid. They don’t subscribe to the rigid boundaries of dominate and submissive, but if forced to pin down a label Clint would argue he’s more of a soft dominate type. He thoroughly enjoys being a tease and toying with Natasha’s pleasure. (The little shit!) He can and has spent an hour or two working her up, be it with his mouth between her thighs or his fingers dancing across her nipples, pinching and twisting them to hard points, Clint finds it intoxicating to see just how worked up he can make her before ultimately sliding in. Will she beg? Will she demand it in Russian? Arabic?…Italian?

It’s safe to say that Clint Barton, master of patience is perfectly content to hold off on his end if it means getting Nat to squirm for it. He is undoubtedly the king of wait and see.

Patience as they say is a virtue.

Clint is also a very adapt dirty talker. He’s filthy, especially when he’s in the throes of his own passion and drowning in Natasha’s encouragements which Natasha of course loves. He’s careful with his word choice I don’t picture him using derogatory language but more praise like. He makes sure Natasha knows exactly how good she feels and just how gorgeous she looks giving it.

Natasha on the other hand likes being in control. There’s something very spine tingling powerful to see a man who has spent twelve hours in the rain perfectly still for a shot completely fall apart beneath her. It’s quite possibly the strongest aphrodisiac she’s ever come across. Sure, she’s brought men to their knees with the swell of her breast alone, but those were weak men, pitiful and pathetic men. Men who held her in no regard to her pleasure or endeavored to ever ask what she might consider an enthusiastic night between the sheets. Clint however. Well, he’s the only man to have ever made her cum with his mouth between her thighs. He is also the only man she would ever allow to hold her down and do all the delicious things he does.

There’s a trust that comes with a certain amount of submission, and if she were to adhere to the strict definition then the trust that she has for and with Clint certainly meets that threshold.

Seriously I could go one for ages on this one. I’ve been thinking about these two fucking since 2012, I have a LOT of brain rot in this area! LOL

As for the soft. When it’s soft, it’s SOFT! I’m talking gentle rocking, a certain four letter word collecting and pooling into clavicles and a lot of open mouthed kisses. When it’s soft it’s slow and tender and healing in a lot of ways, Natasha holds his head to her chest and murmurs her love for him and holds him close with a hand on the small of his back. Clint brushes her hair and promises her the moon with a hand on her hip. Clint might have cried once but he will feverishly argue with you on that. I cannot say for certain. It’s classified.

#ask me #naughty naughty #clint barton #hawkeye #clintasha #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel #fandom #soft headcanons #smutty headcanons #smut

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