Why is it so hard for people to use the right tags? Yes, I get it, you want people to read the fic that you just wrote or something BUT it does NOT belong to the "x reader" category because, first of all, you put or gave the reader a name that could be yours or your OC's and that is already, in itself, NOT an "x reader" but an "x OC" or "x self-insert".
Yes, the fic you wrote is good, but please, PLEASE, understand that not everyone can ignore or mentally change the name you gave the "reader" and, even if they do manage in the beginning, it'll become very tiresome and/or they'll lose interest.
Also, if the fic is about two already existing characters of an anime, manga, movie, game, etc. Then put only "(character) x (character)" in the tags NOT "(character) x reader" when the character of interest is not even in a relationship with the reader or that the story is only about those two existing characters that YOU ship then that is NOT an "x reader" fic. If people want to read about them, then they'll search for it.
I've already stumbled upon way too MANY fics that had these, and I'm sorry, but it would always get on my nerves because when I'd open it, expecting (y/n), (your name), you or (name) to be there only to find that there's a name already used for the reader then end up closing the fic and scrolling past it with nothing but annoyance bubbling in me.
Another thing, if the fic is "(character) x reader" then IT'S THAT character, do NOT add a tag with a different character that is not EVEN IN the fic OR isn't a person of interest. If the fic contains MUPLTIPLE characters that will be with the reader, then THAT is fine.
I'm also going to say that other websites and platforms have the same problem.
It gets very tiring, annoying, and bothersome that we, the reader, have to ALWAYS change the name used for US in the fic when we want to use OUR or our OC's name. Even if I did manage to read through the fic, I'm certain that I have decided to not read or close a lot of them without even batting an eye because I didn't have the energy to do so or just didn't feel like it. Not everyone has the energy to do that.
Don't let me start with the looks that were already chosen for the reader, like, for example, them having blonde hair, but the ACTUAL reader has brown hair.
Look, they may be your comfort or favourite character, but they could be someone else's, too, and the fact that not many can't or don't write for many reasons just want to sit down, relax and read a fic about them "interacting" with their chosen character.
Hopefully, you all understand and do start using the right tags for your fics. As harsh as I may sound, many think the same way.
dyk how many good fics i’ve missed because I filter tags? A LOT.
it’s such a pain in the ass to HAVE to view the post with the tag i filtered out because it might actually be the fic i was looking for (yes its not the first time i had to view the posts bc i found out people dont tag em correctly) JUST FOR SAID POST TO NOT HAVE ANYTHING RELATED TO FILTERED TAG!!
it sucks okay? not cool. very, very uncool.
see lafayette & mulligan ain’t happy ‘bout it either
speaking out is a choice, replying is a choice, posting is a choice, tagging them incorrectly is a choice, scrolling is a choice, blocking is a choice, hating is a choice.
choices that you can choose, if you don’t want anyone to stop issues you then you do you
♱ㅤin private bela is clingy and likes to annoy grace when she wants attention. grace hates those fly bugs so bela uses it to her advantage. when grace works on her computer some flies land on her, it's usually bela's way of saying to tell her to stop working late. then the blonde manifests herself on grace's lap, causing the girl to stutter and have red cheeks. so red that it looks like the color of daniela's hair, and for that bela teases her.
♱ㅤin winter believe it or not, bela is strictly warm. perhaps because of the fireplaces lit throughout the castle. being also very tall it is easy to wrap grace's whole tiny body when the youngest is cold, as she usually is the little spoon and likes to press her body against bela's.
♱ㅤthey can only travel when it's summer but it's not a problem for grace, she would never put bela's life at risk. the tallest has never traveled so grace would like to take her to as many places as possible including her hometown.
♱ㅤboth have never been on a date so their first time is mostly awkward and quiet, as bela has never had anyone to love. for their date bela made the effort to dress up pretty and wipe away all the blood around her mouth, even fixing her mascara and also hide the cadou that's inside her head with a beanie. grace is the one who talks the most so she stayed to listen and hold her small hand.
♱ㅤgrace wants to know exactly what bela is, but she doesn't remember anything she's been through. she only knows that she was "reborn" from an experiment by mother miranda and was raised by lady dimitrescu and two other women whom she considers her sisters. that's her new family and although sometimes she's sad not to know who she was, she is happy now to have them.
♱ㅤthey often talk about their mothers and how they are both big mama bears. grace does not deny that she was intimidated by lady dimitrescu and how tall she really is, after that meeting she even swore not to complain anymore about bela's height which made dimitrescu's daughter laugh. bela reassured her that her mother liked grace which led to the youngest confessing that if alyssa were still alive she would have adored bela and her kindness towards her only child.
♱ㅤgrace doesn't like the taste of blood when her lips touch bela's, and since she's a messy eater bela always has blood everywhere. grace was surprised when the blonde told her that the water is not dangerous for her, it just makes her a little weak but otherwise she is fine. would prefer hot water though. sweet praises was given when bela took a bath and smelled nice, though grace wouldn't never admit out loud that she's hot when blood is all over her.
♱ㅤonce grace accidentally crushed one of bela's flies and ran to her with the insect in her hands and with those big sad eyes full of tears, apologizing again and again and being afraid if the blonde had felt pain. bela just stood there with a stupid grin and after a while the insect flew again. she simply told grace that hurting the flies won't kill her completely, she barely feels a sting. her main weakness is the cold. however grace promised to be more careful.
♱ㅤthey don't really know what kind of gifts the other likes. what kind of gift would you give to a mutant who feeds on blood? but seeing the goth style the dimitrescu has, grace thinks that bela will like modern gothic clothes. bela isn't good with gifts but she gave grace a new computer for her work.
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♱ㅤbela had sex with some maids when they worked in the castle but grace is totally unexpected, she doesn't know what she likes and yet she tried to touch herself during sleepless nights. their first time is on grace's bed and it's slowly and sweet with lots of soft praise coming from bela as she planted kisses on her neck, which turned out to be one of bela's favorite parts. big hands not ceasing to stop touching grace's hips while she's on top of her.
♱ㅤgrace's shy whimpers drives bela crazy and she needs her to be loud about it, although the youngest is very shy but that's what bela loves to see. finally knowing what grace likes, which is oral sex and she is sensitive, bela will literally spend hours between her legs and having those thighs around her shoulders until she's all shaky and stuttering, to the point to make grace crying out.
♱ㅤneither of them is in a hurry and bela is very respectful towards grace, not wanting to have sex when her mood is down. although she wouldn't mind if she and bela made love with only the desire to be held close in her arms and holding the dimitrescu's hand all the time.
♱ㅤsome toys are involved including the strap, vibrator and handcuffs. bela is not afraid of pain so she enjoys the feeling of having a tight rope around her wrists, while grace is not a big fan of being tied up but she would choose handcuffs.
♱ㅤdespite grace's shyness, she wanted to try the strap on bela and both were a moaning mess. bela's praises while she's being fucked it makes grace melt so she is a little louder, groaning and burying her face in bela's shoulder while the dimitrescu moaned in her ear and scratched her back. just praising her over and over.
♱ㅤbela was very delicate in taking grace's virginity and staying inside her. grace went crazy with pleasure at the sensation of those big fingers in her little cunt, barely taking two of them. with their differences in heights, bela was afraid of hurting her but after grace's moans she realized that the girl was having the best orgasm of her life. there was no warning when three fingers were inside the youngest, leading grace to swear and scream and come. just "you're going to break me" and "you're not complaining about it" .
♱ㅤabout not liking blood perhaps grace can make an exception, especially when bela loves to bite her neck and seeing her with the red liquid dripping from her lips makes her horny and wet. when they kiss and grace tastes her own blood she's just all needy and wants that mouth in other places.
♱ㅤbeing edged brings grace to tears and all bela wants is for her to be a good girl and to beg. she will also force her to talk and say what she needs despite the fact that bela knows very well that grace stutters in sex or she does not speak at all. it just makes the game more fun.
♱ㅤthey don't have preferences on the positions although grace's favorite is when bela is on top of her. loving seeing her, to be face to face and feeling so vulnerable under the dimitrescu, knowing she can't do much to be in control. even if she tried, bela is stronger than grace so she has no chances to success.
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fine, I'll do it myself.
first time writing these types of headcanons so I hope y'all like it and that people who is recently obsessed with this ship will enjoy it! ^_^ byeee hela is out!
ALL OF THESE DIVIDERS ARE BY DIFFERENT PEOPLE @ priestboy @ kewlmakesthings @ feimingo
synopsis: “fratboy!gojo? yea that guy’s a cocky little shit.” he’s the president of kappa phi psi, he’s loud, confident and fucks plenty of women and men. on the other side of town there’s a nerd, whom only hangs around frat guys at trost university. he’s smart, cocky, and his best friend is the president of delta chi pi. BOTH universities are determined they can throw the best mixer. the two men ‘meet’, and it’s just straight bickering. everyone oblivious and unaware of the hidden truth.
content warnings: mlm, smut, smut with plot!, gojo is an asshole, sassy armin, dom gojo, sub armin, they both whimper, crying during sex,hidden relationships, fratboy!eren,masturbation,unprotected sex, drunk sex, metions of arminxreiner and arminxeren, gojo is a slut, armin has his bob but he is not based off of s1, s2, or s3 armin!!!, they get caught!, possessive gojo, jealous armin, they are nasty with each other.
this is based off of this comment and tiktok⇣
“wakey wakey, byotch!”
gojo groaned when he felt a large hand smack down on his bare pec, he blinked slowly, feeling the heavy sleep in his eyes fading. a tall man with pink locs and another man with short black hair staring down at him.
“what’cha want?” his voice deep and groggy, his hand trailing down his stomach scratching at his abs.
sukuna ran his tongue over his front teeth, his top lip slightly lifting in irritation. “that dickhead yeager…he’s all over the internet talking shit again.” toji nodded his head in agreement, leaning his forearms on the back of the couch, thumbs tucked under his chin.
gojo looked at them completely confused “and you haven’t responded..why?” he sat up and pursed his lips, mocking them. sukuna grumbled and smacked the frat president on the back of his head.
“don’t know who the fuck you’re talking too.” sukuna chuckled and walked away. his big shoulders huffing, his back muscles tensing. gojo licked his lips watching him walk away.
gojo doesn’t really label himself as bisexual, he considers himself a ‘people’s person’ he likes what he likes. he shook his head, rubbing his hands down his face. toji patted the boy’s shoulder and walked to the kitchen to make his protein shake.
gojo stood up, yawning while stretching his arms. his bare feet padded against the floor walking to his bedroom. he shut the door behind him and walked to his closet, throwing an outfit on his full size bed.
walking into the bathroom and turning the shower on, gojo checked his phone waiting for the water to warm up. his brows furrowed while watching eren’s tiktok video. the long haired dick was telling a story about his experience at one of kappa phi psi’s parties.
eren was ranting and bad mouthing jujutsu university’s frat. he claimed the guys to be assholes, cocky, non respectful people and the woman weren’t even hot. gojo kissed his teeth while rolling his eyes.
who did yeager think he was to talk trash, his school was no better. half of the girls there were trashy and boring. and don’t even get gojo started on the men, only a selective amount were attractive.
as the video played on, gojo recognized a voice in the background. he brought the phone to his ear as he held his breath, trying to really hear. his stomach tightened and his dick jumped hearing that familiar sweet masculine voice.
armin arlert.
gojo was familiar with eren’s best friend. very familiar.
gojo groaned feeling the painful throbbing in his heavy balls, he’s slept with so many people but there was nothing better than that small nerd. gojo stripped out of his grey sweatpants and boxers. revealing his rock hard dick.
it was long and thick, three veins running up each side. the tip was a dark pink considering how painfully hard he was. he stepped into the shower, closing the glass door behind him.
he faced the water, his stomach and dick getting soaked as he leaned his head back trying hard to make his erection soften. his hand mindlessly rubbed his chest, traveling down to trace his abs and run his fingers through his trimmed pubes.
he grabbed the base of his cock and lazily stroked, the thin skin moving up and down. his thumb rubbing his slit, smearing the precum. he threw his head back and sighed.
his mind flashed to a blonde and his sweet smile. his big bright blue eyes, happy to tell gojo about another seashell he collected from his favorite beach. his hand jerked faster remembering the way the boy whined and moaned around saturo’s huge cock.
the slobber that dripped from his swollen pink lips, his cheeks hallowed and face wet from tears.
the way he clenched whenever saturo fully bottomed out, clawing at gojo’s ripped back. the obvious size difference whenever armin was sitting on saturo’s cock.
gojo moaned loudly, the warm white semen spurting onto the shower tile. his chest heaved up and down, his head falling forward. his white hair getting soaking wet.
but no one knew about saturo and armin. two ‘rivals’ fucking each other wasn’t a good look.
especially to eren and sukuna.
gojo finished up his shower, and got dressed into a dark gray compression shirt with black sweatpants. he walked downstairs and saw half of his frat brothers in the kitchen talking.
he walked in, going to the fridge and grabbing his energy drink chugging it. he sighed and wiped his mouth, throwing the can into the trash. he burped and leaned his side against the island.
“so what are we doing about yeager?” everyone looked at him and the vice president suguru spoke first “i say we don’t reply, it’s not like we have any dirt on them to expose.”
sukuna scoffed loudly “that son of a bitch talked all this shit about us, no way am i just ignoring him.” he tapped his palm on the table “i should go fuck his mom.” all the men howled in laughter like middle school boys.
“he said that their parties are better than ours. so let’s prove that we can party better by throwing the biggest mixer ever.” toji crossed his arms over his broad chest, proud of himself because he thought of the greatest idea ever.
everyone began to dap him up, excited. gojo lifted his hand in the air, everyone immediately going silent “i say, we throw the mixer with them. jujutsu and trost university’s biggest mixer.” his hands moved in the air, his frat brothers yelling.
gojo picked up his phone, going to instagram and asking yeager if he was down for the mixer.
a huge sinister smile grew when eren replied back within seconds.
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“fuck off, jean!”
armin groaned annoyed, he was at the frat house sitting on the couch reading. jean and connie decided to join him by playing video games loudly, interrupting his peace.
“connie you dumbass!” jean shouted as his team lost again because connie kept fucking up. armin closed his book and looked at the obnoxious duo “can you two go somewhere else. you guys are loud.”
jean scoffed and connie chuckled, running his hand over his outgrown buzz cut “y’know this is our house, you have your own apartment to go to.” connie leaned back man spreading.
armin rolled his eyes and pushed his thick black frames against his nose “mikasa kicked me out for a few hours.” armin crossed his legs and ran a hand through his hair.
“why?” jean tried to seem nonchalant, but everyone knew about his crush on mikasa. “sasha got some new machine and is practicing waxing the girls.” armin shrugged unbothered.
before connie and jean could say anything, eren burst through the back door. he was shirtless and sweaty. armin stared at him unknowingly licking his lips. he couldn’t deny eren was a pretty good looking guy, and they have kissed a couple times.
but armin would never date a guy like eren, he came with too many problems.
armin knew he liked men since his freshman year of high school, his first ever guy he slept with was a junior named reiner braun. and since then armin would sleep with guys here and there.
but nothing compared to the frat president he met at a bar one night and has been sneaking around with for months.
saturo gojo.
not one soul knew about the two, they were rivals. and his best friend claims to hate their frat.
eren had the look of sinister drama written all over his face, he plopped down next to armin his arm clasping around his shoulder “i have news, kappa phi psi has texted me, asking if we are down to do a mixer with them.” connie and jean’s jaws dropped.
armin felt his stomach leap with excitement, he hasn’t seen gojo in almost a month. their schedules weren’t aligning at all, school kicking their asses. but a wave of nervousness washed over him, what if gojo ignores him in fear of everyone knowing.
he zoned out while the frat boys discussed if they should do it or not, now armin was silently pleading they weren’t going to agree. his lips parted, big doe eyes covered with nerves.
they texted saturo, agreeing to do the mixer.
the next few days has been torture, every day the frats were meeting. discussing themes, decorations and outfits.
armin stood clear of the frat house whenever they were going to meet with kappa phi psi, he did not feel like running into gojo. unaware of how his personality was in front of his frat bros.
so currently he was at historia and ymir’s apartment with all the girls in their group. “i can’t believe eren and the frat agreed to doing the damn mixer.” ymir played with historia’s skirt, letting that forbidden topic roll off her tongue.
“i know right.” mikasa was sitting crisscrossed on the floor, looking in the mirror touching up her bangs. “eren seemed pretty excited when he was telling me about their recent meeting.”
mikasa and eren.
armin’s childhood friends. they hook up here and there, but eren constantly gives mikasa mixed signals. one day he’s all over her the next he’s ignoring her entire existence.
“did they come up with a theme and date yet?” sasha’s words were quite muffled as she ate from a bag of chips. mikasa shook her head “they are making the final decision on thursday night. the boys really want us all there.”
armin felt as if he’d been shot, he couldn’t be there. he was afraid to see saturo.
“damn, thursday night?” armin scratched his head and made a yikes face “i promised i’d tutor that night.” mikasa pouted as she turned around and placed her hand on armin’s knee.
“ ‘min, please come. you know how much it’ll mean to eren.” armin nodded “i know, but this kid’s grade is on the line.” he shrugged as they all nodded their heads understanding.
armin stayed home that thursday night, he had his nose in a book while watching golden girls.
he seen everyone’s instagram stories, the meeting turned into a little hangout. everyone was dancing, drinking and playing party games.
he felt a little jealous, his FOMO creeping up. but he immediately brushed it off, it was his choice not to go after all. he put his book down when his phone pinged loudly, his slender fingers grabbed the device and seen eren texted him.
‘renny:)
party tmr @ 9, theme is girls and glitter!
dress sexy;)
armin hearted the message and sighed, now he had to go shopping for an outfit and glitter. huffing while standing up, he grabbed his car keys, slipping on his sneakers and going to Michaels.
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it was friday night and gojo was stoked. he was in his bedroom rubbing glitter all over his abs while listening to lana del rey. the party was going to be at kappa phi psi’s house since it was their idea after all.
gojo was grateful he didn’t have to drive three hours just to get wasted. he put the bottle of silver and purple glitter down and flexed in the mirror. “i am definitely getting fucked tonight.” he chuckled to himself and walked to his bathroom trying his hardest to rinse the glitter off his palms.
he turned the faucet off and fanned his hands in the air, water droplets flying everywhere. he sung the lyrics of sad girl while putting on his dark jeans, letting the waist band fall dangerously around his hips.
his door swung open as he was zipping his fly up, and there stood sukuna and toji. “people starting to arrive.” toji said while leaning against the doorframe. gojo nodded while sliding on his sneakers “nanami is checking them in, right?” they both nodded and gojo grabbed his cap and placed it on backwards.
“well let this be our best night yet.” he smiled and held his arms out, his two frat brothers hooted while shaking his shoulders. they all walked downstairs and gojo felt on top of the world.
the house was packed, people dapping him up and cheering him on for throwing this party. he walked into the kitchen and poured himself a shot of vodka, he threw his head back and the liquid burned his throat and heated the blood in his body.
yelling erupted when delta chi pi arrived, gojo watched as eren walked in with his arm around a goth girl’s shoulder while his other hand was greeting people. there were a few more people that were behind eren, but gojo wasn’t focused on them.
his focus was the blonde that walked in last, his big frames sliding down the bridge of his nose. his eyes that were looking around at every corner, screaming to leave.
gojo scanned his body and felt the air in his lungs vanish. armin wore a green cropped shirt with a black cropped long sleeve underneath. his stomach that was visible had glitter everywhere, his lower abs and happy trail.
gojo felt jealous, did someone rub glitter on him?
the jeans that hung low on his hips, showing his calvin klein underwear. he licked his lips and chewed the bottom, the girl eren had walked in with walked up to armin and leaned in to say something in his ear.
he laughed and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders pressing a kiss to his cheek, leaving a mark of her red lipstick. gojo crushed the red solo cup in his hand and dropped it onto the floor.
he looked next to him and seen a group of girls rubbing paint and glitter on each other, he smirked as he thought of the greatest idea ever. he marched towards them, his slender frame towering over them.
“hey ladies, mind decorating me too?” he smirked his hand snaking around one the girl’s waist, making her turn red and giggle with the rest of the girls. before he knew it all of the girls had their hands on his stomach.
they were drawing hearts and leaving handprints, one girl even went as far as putting glitter paint on her lips and kissing him right above his underwear, but low enough to look like he had the best night of his life.
he chuckled at her and patted her cheek “you’re a dangerous one.” she shrugged and smiled. he thanked them and walked away to his group that was sitting on the couch passing around a blunt.
a few members of the delta frat were there too, including armin. gojo’s frat brothers hooted for their president, he smiled and waved his hand “awe guys, ya’ made room for me.” he playfully placed his hand over his heart and plopped down next to suguru.
he sighed dramatically and hugged geto “feels like i haven’t seen you in forever.” he faked cried while suguru used his unoccupied hand to pat his bicep, he exhaled the smoke and looked over at gojo “we’ve been so busy, isn’t that right?” geto fake pouted.
gojo nodded and pouted also “how bout we go upstairs suguru.” gojo winked and geto gagged as he looked at his best friend’s appearance “looks like you already were upstairs.” gojo chuckled and let go of the boy and leaned his back into the couch.
“you’re no fun, sugu. i’ll find someone else, trust.”
his words hung in the air as geto ignored him and started speaking to nanami. gojo huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes secretly watching armin interact with eren and the girl with black hair.
he watched as eren placed his hand on armin’s chest and dragged his hand down to rest on armin’s upper thigh. gojo leaned up “so what’s your names, i remember you four girls from the meeting, i know eren, and i’m not sure i know you.” he pointed at everyone on the couch next to him, his long finger pointing at armin.
a brunette with a long ponytail sat up “i’m sasha.” another blonde who looked really similar to armin spoke “i’m historia and this is ymir.” she pointed at her and a girl with freckles who looked grouchy.
“her girlfriend.” her voice was raspy and she placed her hand on historia’s waist making the girl blush like crazy. “i’m mikasa..and this is armin.” gojo stared at armin, his big blue eyes finally looking at the frat boy.
“armin…pretty unique name.” he slowly leaned back into the couch not breaking eye contact with armin. “yup, my grandfather named me.” he pushed up his glasses, “the name’s saturo. my grandfather named me too.” everyone nodded, but armin knew gojo wasn’t speaking to them.
that was only directed to armin.
armin rubbed his palms against his jeans, he felt his body bounce when a large hand clasped on his shoulder. he turned and seen three people he dreaded ever seeing again.
reiner, bertholdt, and annie.
his ex-fling, ex girlfriend, and her boyfriend.
reiner bent down his lips brushing against the shell of armin’s ear “long time no see, arlert.” he moved and began greeting everyone. armin was zoning out, he looked over and seen saturo staring at him, confusion and jealousy written all over his face.
armin gulped and watched as all of his and saturo’s friends yell about a game of beer pong. before he could deny playing, jean and connie pulled him off the couch and dragged him outside with everyone else.
“bert’s not playing so armin is gonna sub in!” connie leaned on armin’s shoulder. armin waved his arms “no,no,n-“
gojo had sukuna, toji, a girl named shoko, geto, nanami, and shiu.
eren had connie, jean, reiner, sasha, ymir, and armin.
the game has been going on for only five minutes and armin was already wasted. he groaned leaning his arm on the table and taking deep breaths. everyone on eren’s team cheered when ymir made her shot making toji drink after he missed.
“ ‘min, you’re up.” eren patted his best friend’s shoulder, armin groaned as he grabbed the golf ball and stood infront of the pyramid of red solo cups, he watched as gojo stepped forward.
staring at him with anger.
why was he mad?
“how ‘bout we spice things up a little?” gojo looked around at everyone that was watching, making them scream with excitement. armin groaned opening his mouth to protest, but he quickly shut it feeling his tongue pool like water.
“whatcha trynna do, jo?” sukuna asked while patting his president’s back. gojo looked at armin, who was fighting everything in him not to fall over and tap out. gojo smirked as he whispered in sukuna’s ear.
sukuna nodded and cupped his hands around his mouth “loser has to answer whatever the winner asks them…orrr they drink!” everyone cheered. “begin!”
gojo closed one eye and aimed for one of the back cups, his tongue poking out resting against his top lip. his wrist flicked and armin felt his body get heated when the ball landed in the cup.
everyone shook gojo’s shoulders cheering him on, he laughed and quieted everyone down “let ‘em go, he still has a turn.” all eyes were now on armin, he shakily blew air from his lungs.
eren wrapped his arm around his shoulder and pulled him in kissing his cheek “make me proud.” armin nodded and aimed the ball, missing the way gojo’s eye twitched at the interaction.
armin flicked his wrist, the ball spinning in the air. it felt like a movie, like everything was in slow motion. the ball landed on the rim of a cup, circling around it a few times, leaving everyone in pure shock.
armin’s chest’s was beating fast, anxiety creeping up his spine. he jumped and shouted while laughing when the ball fell into the cup, splashing a little vodka on the table.
he turned jumping up and down into eren’s arms, completely forgetting about how he was just on the verge of passing out. he let go of eren and faced gojo while sighing. gojo clapped and chucked “well played, you got lucky.”
armin rolled his eyes and crossed his arms “got your question ready, playboy?” he tilted his head, gojo hummed while tapping his chin “you go first.” armin huffed and looked over at mikasa for help.
she widened her eyes as she leaned into armin’s ear whispering. armin leaned away from her, feeling slightly uncomfortable to ask this question. “what’s’ur biggest kink, and why?”
girls looked over at gojo with hearts in their eyes, hopefully meeting his standards. gojo narrowed his eyes, he didn’t even have to think about what to say. he pressed his palms on the table, tilting his head and staring at armin.
“i like the way they look crying, ain’t nothing like seeing a whore cry for dick.” armin gulped, his cheeks turning red. gojo kept eye contact with him, never breaking it “my turn.” armin felt his chest tightening at the hidden anger in saturo’s words.
“name everyone you’ve ever fucked.”
armin gulped “everyone?” his words came out quietly as he looked around at everyone who was now looking at him. he looked at gojo with a look of uncertainty.
“everyone.” gojo nodded his head giving him permission to let everyone know about the frat president and his nerd.
armin slightly parted his lips, and shook his head “i can’t.” he grabbed a red solo cup and chugged the alcohol. he gasped when he finished and threw the cup down, he leaned over at eren “i’m done for tonight, m’going home.” eren asked if he was sure and armin nodded.
eren hugged him and armin walked off.
gojo’s eyes stayed on the swaying man, he patted toji’s shoulder and told him he was done for the night. he quickly walked away trying to catch armin before he left. he walked into the house and squeezed past everyone that was trying to talk to him.
he seen armin walk out of the front door, he quickly followed behind. armin was sitting on the curb, his fingers tapping at his phone calling an uber. he turned when he heard footsteps behind him, he rolled his eyes when he seen gojo and put his focus back onto his phone.
gojo groaned when he sat down next to armin, they both sat in silence. armin not clicking confirm payment, hoping gojo will say something. gojo tapped his foot “how ya’ been?” armin scoffed while chuckling “really, that’s what you ask me?” he shook his head “unbelievable.”
gojo held his arms out “why are you mad? i’m genuinely asking how you been.” he put his head down “haven’t seen you in a minute.” armin looked over at gojo, he placed his hand onto gojo’s thigh “then show me how much ya’ miss me.”
“shiit- that’s it. ride this dick baby.” gojo held armin’s hip while his other hand slapped his ass cheek. armin whined from the lingering sting of gojo’s large palm bruising his plumped ass.
his hips came up and down, his balls loudly slapping against gojo’s pelvis. “mm fuckk” his small hands rubbed up against saturo’s shoulders, and tangled into his hair pulling it.
gojo whimpered from the feeling, he wrapped a hand around armin’s neck. choking him, not enough to make him stop breathing but enough to know who he belongs to. armin stopped bouncing and began grinding against gojo.
gojo let go of his throat and held his hips, guiding him forward and back. “you fuck anyone else when we haven’t seen each other?” armin shook his head and placed his palms on gojo’s abs.
next to the handprints of the women who put glitter on saturo. armin opened his eyes and looked down at the kiss mark, he rolled his eyes and slapped gojo’s cheek. “that’s for letting whoever kiss you right there.” gojo chuckled and massaged armin’s ass cheeks “was just trynna make you jealous.” armin lifted his chin and huffed.
“well it worked.” gojo gripped armin’s jaw, making him stare him in the eye “who was that blonde that was touching your shoulder?” armin stared at him, confused but he recognized gojo was referring to reiner.
“oh, reiner.”
“hm, who is he?” armin pursed his lips into a thin line, he did not want to tell gojo he used to fuck reiner. “a…friend.” gojo sucked his teeth and wrapped his arms around armin’s waist, making him fall forward, his chest pressed against saturo’s.
gojo planted his feet onto the mattress and fucked into armin “i call bullshit, m’not playing around. who is he?” armin was a moaning mess, his lips were parted drool falling and dripping onto the sheets next to gojo’s ear.
“hm? who tf is he.” it wasn’t a question anymore, goji demanded to know. “nnghh, he’s someone i used to fuckkk” armin pressed his lips to saturo’s ear and licked the shell and lobe.
gojo grunted, the wet plap sounds of armin’s hole getting ruined turning him on even more “he fuck you like this?” gojo squeezed armin tighter and whimpered in his ear. “n-ooo” armin pecked the side of gojo’s face before pressing against his soft lips.
the clicking of their wet tongues were loud as they swirled and sucked on each other’s tongues. armin let go of his mouth with a pop and sucked his neck making dark hickeys.
“you’re squeezing me- fuckk” gojo spread open armin’s ass cheeks and watched in the mirror as he pumped his warm load into armin’s hole. it was so messy and gojo whimpered as his legs shook and armin milked him dry.
armin breathed heavily whimpering while he finished on gojo’s stomach. gojo pulled out of armin and flipped him onto his back, he rested his hands next to armin’s head and lined his tip with the entrance of armin’s asshole.
armin hooked his arms under gojo’s and clawed at his back as gojo pushed through. they both moaned in sync when gojo fully bottomed out, he leaned down connecting his lips with armin’s and slowly rocked back and forth.
he leaned on his forearm, his other hand coming down to rest on armin’s hip. armin moaned into gojo’s mouth as he tried to kiss back, his nails dragging down gojo’s skin breaking the barrier, drawing blood.
gojo hissed feeling his skin start to open, but he sped up. now holding armin’s thighs and pressing them against his chest as he fucked into his messy, wet hole. “nobody could ever fuck you like this…ya’hear me?” gojo growled while watching armin’s face twist in pleasure.
armin nodded because he couldn’t speak, every time he opened his mouth only moans came out.
gojo quickly flipped the boy over, pushing his back into a deep arch. armin moaned loud while gojo smushed his face into the pillow and pounded him from behind. gojo leaned down and pressed kisses all over armin’s spine.
“you are truly the prettiest person i’ve ever seen.” gojo whispered against armin’s soft skin. armin clenched when he heard gojo say that, gojo threw his head back groaning.
armin felt his legs giving out, he fell forward, his body completely laid on the bed. gojo followed behind him, his whole weight pressing against armin. he let go of his face and leaned his forearm next to the back of armin’s head, who was now looking to the side.
“thought you could run from me.” his thighs rubbed against armin’s ass as he fucked into him deep and slow. armin whined, his palm pressing against saturo, trying to push him away.
gojo interlocked his fingers with armin’s and held it against the mattress “was acting like an attention whore all night, hugging and kissing on your best friends, having someone who fucked you touching on you, asking me that question, ignoring my - fuckk- question.”
“you wanted this, you asked for it. don’t run away from it.” he growled in armin’s ear, making armin retaliate by turning his head to face the bedroom door. he watched gojo fuck him relentlessly in the huge mirror that was on gojo’s closet door.
his vision was getting blurry as tears started to flow down his cheeks, his button nose turning red as he cried in pleasure. gojo pressed a kiss to his cheek as he sped up completely unaware of everything else, only focusing on armin.
he lodged his tongue out and licked armin’s tears, sighing at the salty taste. armin watched with a blurry vision, two people opened the door. he reached his hand up and frantically tapped gojo’s thigh.
gojo chuckled and kissed armin’s cheek “trynna tap out? not happening baby.” the two figures stood there in shock, their jaws hanging open. “nngh, the door.” armin moaned.
gojo slowed down as he looked at armin with furrowed brows “huh?” he watched as armin’s wide eyes were focused on the door. he slowly looked behind him and seen sukuna and eren standing there, with wide eyes and open mouths.
2) sex in front of a big window where anyone could glance up and spot them
So sorry not sorry but I love when hucklerobby is a lot little toxic.
Side note I have no idea if Robby would have an office with his postion but we're going to say he does okay thanks
Warnings: age gap (mid 20s and early 50s), inappropriate workplace dynamics, workplace sex, mild exhabitionism (sex in front of a window)
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Dennis's heart is pounding in his ears as he knocks on Robby's door. He doesn't know why he's been called, goes through all of his patients from the last few days, doesn't think he's done anything egregiously wrong. He hears Robby's muffled voice through the door telling him to come in.
"You wanted to see me before I went home, Doctor Robinavitch?"
Robby looks up at him from over his desktop screen, "You can drop the 'Robinavitch', Dennis, you're not in trouble."
He beckons him over with his finger and Dennis almost takes the seat in front of his desk but Robby gives him an annoyed look and he's walking behind it and getting on his knees when Robby points to the floor.
"Sorry," Dennis says sheepishly, feeling his face warm, "It's just - we've never done this here before."
Robby huffs, combing his fingers through Dennis' hair, "This haircut is new. Looks good on you."
"Oh thank you," he responds, melting into Robby's touch, "Trinity did it for me last night."
Against his will - he'd asked for a trim and ended up with a mullet. But if Robby likes it then maybe he'll let her do it again.
"Suits you," he murmurs, unbuckling his belt.
Dennis licks his lips, watching as Robby gives his cock a few strokes. He leans forward, wastes no time getting his mouth on it. They've done this enough that Dennis knows exactly what he likes. He bobs his head a few times, making obscene slurping noises as he does so. When Robby hits the back of his throat he doesn't fight his gag reflex, letting himself choke on the thick cock in his throat.
Robby groans above him, dick getting harder in Dennis's mouth. He feels the scratch of Robby's nails against his scalp as hips come off the desk chair.
"Goooood boy," Robby hums.
Dennis preens under his touch, picking up the pace. He gets a little too confident, trying swallow too much too soon and has to pull himself off, sputtering.
"Sorry," he coughs, "I thought I could."
"It's okay, honey," Robby's voice is deep with lust, "Clothes off, get naked for me."
Dennis stands up, shivering under Robby's gaze as he slides his hand over his cock slowly while watching Dennis strip off each layer of clothes. When he's naked Robby pats his lap.
"What about..." Dennis points his head to the big window beside him. The windows are tinted but he can see what's going on in the other offices if he tries hard enough. Knows that people on the ground by the abulance bay can do the same.
"Nobody will see you," Robby reassuraces him, pulling him into his lap, "And if they do it's my ass, not yours."
Dennis moans, shuddering as Robby's beard tickles the sensitive skin of his neck.
"Like that, baby? Like being reminded that I'm your attending, taking advantage of my sweet innocent intern?"
Dennis nods, whimpering when he feels Robby's fingers skirting down his body, nestling between his cheeks.
Robby chuckles, "Innocent my ass. You came prepared," he toys with the Dennis put in easier, "Thought you were in trouble when you came in, were you trying to change my mind?"
"M-maybe," his head is spinning. Robby's toying with the plug now, pulling it out and then letting Dennis's body pull it back in, "I also wanted to ask for two weeks off next month so I can- I can go home for my b-brother's wedding."
"Oh," Robby nips at Dennis's neck, "Then you better start working on your proposal."
He gets a grip on the headrest of Robby's desk chair before lowering himself on the older man's cock. His head falls back as Robby's cock fills him. He always feels impossibly full when they fuck, even moreso when he's on top. He takes deep breaths when he bottoms out, looking down out at the ambulance bay below. He sees Santos, just starting on night shift, wheeling a patient through the doors. His heart skips a beat when he sees her look up, unsure if he wants her to meet his eye through the glass or not.
"Two weeks is a long time, Dennis, you got to do a better job than just sitting there if you want me to approve it."
tags: nsfw, masturbation, implied poly141, sub verse (bottom n top) Soap, dom verse (top n bottom) Gaz, Soap has musk kink, sweat kink, fantasy free use!reader, overstimulation, maybe OOC 141, cum as lube, military inaccuracies
wc: 4.4k
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After going with Gaz to the mess hall, Soap follows Shrink’s plan for the day and retreats to his and Gaz’s room. He exhales heavily as he enters, closing the door behind him, the fatigue of the hike settling deep in his bones. He lies down on his bed, closes his eyes, and lets himself drift into the rest he desperately needs. Sleep begins to take hold of him…
One problem…
A restless heat coils under his skin, and every road leads back to the same damn man… Shrink.
Soap knows he’s very touchy and physical. He’s been called clingy multiple times by other people that he lost count, and he’s caught his fair share of looks from others. It never bothers him much. Since, what the other side doesn’t seem to understand most of the time is, how or why.
He witnessed lots of good men, his friends, brothers-in-arms, fellow soldiers, lose their life in the battlefield. Lots of tears flowed from his eyes as he held them, life leaving their eyes. Lots of shaking already lifeless bodies as the disbelief refuse to leave him. Lots of whispered words they couldn’t hear.
After a while, he began to cling to anything that proved a person was still here. The heat of skin. The sound of breath. The smell of sweat… being real, human, alive.
Out there, blood and gunpowder covered everything. But when he caught rough, warm scent of another soldier… no… not cologne, not soap, but the raw smell of survival. Someone who survived another day. It reminded him that they weren’t gone. They made it. They’re alive.
It started out that way. To him, it was innocent at first. He was just looking out for his fellow soldiers. However, he noticed as the time passes, it crossed into something else, something that stirs low in his chest. He doesn’t know how it started, but one thing is for sure. He prefers people he cares about alive and well.
The musk. The earthy, salty scent that hangs around after training, after effort, after life itself has been pushed to the edge but hasn’t broken. It’s proof of essence. Proof of being.
Sure, some people started avoiding him at some point because of this, but he doesn’t mind, he does. That’s why when he joined the 141, no one pushes him away when he gets touchy. A side hug and a quiet sniff against Gaz’s shoulder. The faint scent of cigars he always smells whenever he gets to pass Price’s office or when his Captain ruffles his hair after a good training session. Hell, even Ghost allows the Scotsman to lean on himself from the back whenever exhaustion hits.
Soap loves it. He loves the 141. He knows he can be too much sometimes, so he tries to tone it down. But he’s happy he doesn’t get looks, disgusted or whatever signs of negativity. Instead, he gets smiles, or a pat on the head, or the occasional laughter from them as he just… well… make sure they’re alive and well. That he’s not alone.
So, upon knowing another member is about to join the team, he feels that familiar mix of excitement and dread twisting in his guts.
On one hand, it was always good news. Always nice to have another set of hands to join their team. Another brother-in-arms to watch their backs and share the long nights with. Maybe even another friend to laugh with.
But in the other hand… he’s scared. Not of the newcomer, exactly, but of how he’ll see him. The others… Price, Gaz, even Ghost… they’ve learned how he is. The touches, the closeness, that turned into something more than just physical contact, the way he sticks around like a loyal dog who doesn’t know when to stop. They don’t flinch. They don’t shove him off.
But a stranger? He doesn’t know.
What if he thinks he’s weird? Or worse… what if he’s disgusted?
He tells himself it shouldn’t matter. It’s fine. He’s used to being the loud one, the clingy one, the man everyone laughs with, not at.
Still, deep down, he just wants to be liked. To be accepted the same way the others accept him. And you being a new addition… to the 141 he considers his safe house… he wants it to stay that way.
So, he decided when the moment the newcomer arrives, he already knows what he’s going to do… test the waters. Screw what your profession is, he doesn’t care much of what you do. He cares more of what you’ll think of himself, of the others. He wants to see you react to him just… being himself. The touchy, loud, “too much” version of Soap everyone’s already used to.
Because better to know right away if you’re one the type to wrinkle your nose or pull away. Better to see if this newbie is someone to worry about… or someone who won’t mind the way he is.
He reads your file, learns your profession, and waits for the day you finally arrive. But the moment you step into view, every thought in his head just stops cold. A familiar tug hits him deep in his gut… sharp, unexpected, and way too strong for first impressions. Because fuck… you’re attractive as hell. And he hopes the others thinks the same.
As his thoughts fills with your imagery, he slowly starts to undress himself, down to his underwear. His hand landing on his nipple, needing stimulation, as the other slowly creeps its way into his crotch.
As he gets more into it, he starts feeling guilty. Really touching himself with the thought of the newbie in his mind?
However, with the touches of pleasure outweighing the guilt, he continues.
He removes the rest of his clothing and throws it to his side. Spitting on his hand and grabbing the base of his hardening length as he gets into pumping himself. Going up and squeezing the head of his cock, as his thoughts reminds himself of your smell. And going down, feeling that rush that coils in his guts.
That man musk smells that surrounds his nose when he’s felling you up.
Fuck… Remembering how that one time your sweat and scent mixed with the scent of campfire and nature, that it made him hard and hurriedly tried to leave you alone. No matter how much he wants to stay and continue stimulating his nostrils.
After a few minutes of self-stimulation, he wants more. His tongue slowly licks his index and middle finger. Pushing it within his mouth and stretching the insides of his cheek. Imagining it was your cock doingthe stretching. He felt his throat gag at the sudden intrusion. He just rolls his eyes as his body curls, his other hand reaching for his rock-hard dick for further pleasure.
Finally growing impatient, removing the hands from his mouth and transferring near his hole. He starts to play with it. Spreading his legs to expose his hole. Slowly circling his hand around the rim and shivering at the idea of being played as he gets needy for someone to just fuck him, and that someone being you. Imagining your weight on him as you gently tease him, until that big fat head of your cock pops inside him.
He pushes his fingers inside, cock throbbing while he tries to find his prostate. Already getting desperate for release. He gets louder and needier as his fingers brushes his spot each time.
Lost in his thoughts and pleasure, moans escaping his mouth without a care for the world. One thought didn’t fly through his head, and that is whether he locked the door or not.
Soon his thoughts got cut off the moment he hears the door open, his eyes widening as realization hits him and there he was.
"KYLE!" He scrambles for his blanket, yanking it over his naked body in a frantic bid to hide.
Gaz locks eyes with him, spotting the flicker of embarrassment mixed with lingering heat. His heart thuds as the door clicks shut behind him, sealing them in privacy. He strides toward the flushed Scotsman, snatches the blanket away, and tosses it aside, baring Soap completely.
"Aw, don't get all bashful on me now, Johnny," Gaz says, his grin wide and wicked. "If this was your issue, you could've just said the word. I'd sort you out in a heartbeat."
"Fuck off, Kyle," Soap mutters, but his voice lacks conviction, his cheeks burning.
"Mmm, yeah, I can tell," Gaz replies, hooking one of Soap's legs over his shoulder. He grips the base of Soap's cock, giving it a firm squeeze. "From the way you were fingering that tight ass of yours, seems like you'd beg for a proper fuck in seconds."
Soap whimpers beneath him, his body arching involuntarily.
"So, all wound up 'cause nothing went down on the hike? Like it always does?" Gaz teases, his thumb circling the slick head of Soap's dick.
"I... dunno... maybe?" Soap moans, hips bucking as Gaz strokes him lazily. "We couldn't just shag in the tent like usual with Shrink hanging around- OH FUCK!" A sharp twist at his tip cuts him off, making him gasp and pant.
"Shrink, eh?" Gaz quickens his pace, hand gliding smoothly over Soap's throbbing length. "He's got you twisted? Been on your mind lately or what?"
"Nngh... you don’t understand it- hey! What the hell are you doing?" Soap's eyes widen as Gaz starts stripping off his shirt and pants.
"What does it look like? I'm fixing your little problem." Gaz's voice drops low, husky. Soap whines as the musky scent of fresh sweat hits him… Gaz fresh from whatever exertion he went through… all raw and masculine. He reaches out, fingers trembling.
Gaz smirks, leaning down until their cheeks brush. He feels Soap nuzzle in, inhaling deeply, arms wrapping around his neck in a desperate cling. God, he smells like everything I need right now, Soap thinks, his mind foggy with want.
The hard bulge in Gaz's undies presses against Soap's entrance, grinding slow and deliberate. Heat radiates from Soap's hole, making Gaz's cock twitch and swell beneath the fabric.
"Need me to stretch you out more?" Gaz murmurs, his hands sliding down to Soap's thighs, spreading them wider.
"Can I... suck you off instead?" Soap asks, voice breathy, eyes pleading.
Kyle chuckles softly, obliging as he shucks his underwear. His thick cock springs free, the tip smacking against Soap's lips. "Go on then."
Soap dives in eagerly, tongue dragging along the underside of Gaz's shaft, savoring the salty bead of pre-cum leaking from the slit. Even with Gaz's weight pinning his chest, making it hard to breathe, Soap shuts his eyes and lets his mind wander. He pictures… you. That first morning after you arrived, your body honed like any soldier on base, all muscle and grit. But something about you pulls at him, makes his pulse race in ways he can't shake.
If it was you here, I'd worship every inch, he thinks, a soft moan vibrating around Gaz's cock.
He slurps louder, bobbing his head with increasing hunger, saliva dripping down his chin. His whines grow needy, imagining your hands in his hair… pushing his head to go deeper as he gags for your cock… your voice urging him on.
Gaz notices the shift… in the way Soap's moans turn dreamy, distant. He pulls back slightly, then slaps his cock lightly against Soap's cheek, jolting him back.
"Oi. Am I not cutting it for you anymore?" His tone's playful, no real hurt behind it, but Soap's eyes snap open, guilty heat flooding his face.
"Sorry, sorry," the Scotsman says, releasing Gaz's cock with a slick pop. He licks his lips, tasting the lingering salt. "Can't help it, alright?” he sighs. “We all said we'd keep things open, but... admitting I want to mess around with someone new? It's messing with my head." He presses a gentle kiss to the tip, nuzzling it like an apology.
Gaz laughs, low and warm, grabbing his own dick to tap it against Soap's mouth again. "That bad for the newbie, huh?"
"Hey..." Soap grabs hold, stroking Gaz's length with a steady rhythm. "It wasn’t THAT bad… at first"
"But?" Gaz prompts, thrusting lightly into Soap's fist.
"Then last night... everything just... clicked." Soap's face flames deeper, his confession hanging heavy. His hand tightens on Gaz's cock, jerking faster as his own arousal spikes, conflicted desire twisting in his gut.
Soap's grip falters for a second, his thumb swiping over the slick head of Gaz's cock as another wave of heat surges through him. He leans in without thinking, mouth opening wide to take Gaz deep again, tongue flattening against the veined underside. A guttural moan rips from his throat, raw and desperate, like a bitch in heat chasing relief. Part of him wants to not say it yet…
A low chuckle rumbles from the Brits chest, teasing edge sharpening his voice. “Fuck, Johnny, you're devouring me like it's your last meal. But… don’t you think that would get you out of my question.” Gaz's fingers tighten in Soap's mohawk, hips bucking shallowly into the wet heat.
Soap pulls off with a slick pop, gasping for air, saliva dripping from his chin. He doesn't dodge the truth this time, eyes dark with lust and confession.
“Aye... can't lie anymore. I want him to fuck me hard, Gaz. Grab my hips and slam into me until I'm screaming his name, begging for more. Stretch me wide and fill me up, make me his.” His hand replaces his mouth, stroking Gaz's slick cock in firm pulls, thumb circling the head to spread the pre-cum.
Gaz's breath hitches. He likes his men like this… all verbal about the things they want but… this wasn’t the answer to his question. His curiosity burning hotter than the tease already. Rocking into Soap's grip, free hand trailing down to pinch a nipple, rolling it until Soap arches. “What lit this fire under you, then? You've been sniffing around him for the week, but this is raw. Tell me. Or might I need to make you remember about our agreement with Price and Ghost?” He reiterates to the Scot, with a finality with his voice.
Soap whimpers as the words starts to pour from his mouth as he pumps Gaz faster, voice husky with memory and want. “At first it was just me testing the waters… to see how he handles me.”
He pauses, trying to think of the right words but Gaz’s continued assault to his nipples cuts it short.
“Okay, okay,” his other free hand joining the Brits cock as he lazily jerks it off. “When he had no pushback… no awkwardness… My… moves on him, getting too close, brushing my hand on his thigh during meals… they don’t faze him a bit. He lets me lean in… even sniff him after patrols.”
Leaning forward, making Gaz’s cock aim upward as he takes a huge sniff against the underside of the shaft.
“Oh, Gaz…” eyes rolling as he continues his confession. “Even the thought of that rich… grounding scent of him is getting me more bricked up. Maybe he doesn’t see it as me coming on to him… but fuck it- who cares? I like him Kyle… deep in my bones. That’s all that matters.” He pauses, swallowing hard, letting the confession deepen.
“During that hike… as we traversed the mountain… I was all over him. Clinging on him like some koala, face buried in his shoulder, hands wandering during the breaks. Waited for the shove… the ‘back off, MacTavish’. But… he just… relaxed into it,” the Brit just hums, hands cupping the Scots soft cheeks, gesturing him to continue.
“I confronted him about it last night… after he volunteered to be the first watch.” Soap leans into Gaz’s touch. “He said he’s not bothered by it… me being physical, getting clingy. He said he LIKES it, even… the way I want the contact… and how it makes him feel wanted,” closing his eyes, as he replays the memory, a smile paints across his face.
“Christ, I fell hard right there… head over heels… hearing those words from him made me feel validated. I know that my way of showing affection gets too much. I was worried a bit when I heard there was gunna be a newbie joining us… I didn’t want what I… we have… to be frowned upon by someone who’s going to be a constant face around us.”
Gaz lightly taps Soap’s cheeks with both of his hands, making the Scot open his eyes and face him. “Hey, I get it,” he says as a smile spreads across his face. “I’m in the same boat.”
“Then… you agree about him joining… us?” Soap questions.
“Aye, as I said… I’m in the same boat as you… he’s easy and fun to be with. Plus…” the Brits eyes gleam with a mix of affection and heat, the idea sparking something primal. Grabbing his dick and slapping it on the lips of the man under him. Urging the Scot to continue sucking him off now. “I cannot wait to see him beg for me… I wanna hear that voice of his whimper and moan as I milk him.”
Still on Soap’s chest, thighs bracketing his ribs, he snakes a hand back between them. Fingers wrap around Soap’s leaking cock, strolling slow and deliberate… the long drags from base to tip, twisting gently at the crown to coax out more slick. Soap’s hips stutter up into the touch, breaths coming in sharp bursts while trying to continue giving the man above him a blowjob. The dual sensations of confession and cares unraveling him.
“Keep going, Johnny,” Gaz murmurs, voice filled with gravely encouragement, hand gliding smoother with the pre-cum. “Paint the picture for me.” Soap then rambles on about Shrink’s steady presence, the camp night’s firelight on your face, but the strokes on his cock build relentlessly, pressure coiling in his gut.
“Kyle- fuck, close… gunna cum,” he warns to the Brit, voice breaking, body tensing under the pinning weight.
Gaz's grip clamps down at the root, halting the release cold. Soap whines, frustrated and aching, cock twitching in protest.
“Not yet. Want you dripping for me.” He shifts forward, angling his hips, the blunt head of his dick pressing against Soap's puckered hole. Slick from Soap's mouth eases the nudge, but Gaz pauses, locking eyes… checking in.
Soap nods frantically, spreading his legs wider. “Do it. Please.”
Gaz pushes in with a firm thrust, breaching the tight muscle in one smooth glide, bottoming out amid Soap's shattered moan. The stretch burns sweet, fullness overwhelming, and Soap's hands fly to Gaz's wrists, nails digging in. “All your weight… lay it on me, crush me, please.”
The Brit sinks down fully, chest to chest, the solid press compressing the Scots lungs, making every inhale a labored pull. It anchors him, heightens the drag of cock inside him as he starts a slow grind.
Soap's face turns instinctively, nose burying into the damp crook of Gaz's neck, inhaling deep. The musk hits like a drug. Thick, post-gym sweat mingled with the raw man, potent from whatever weights or runs Gaz just powered through.
“Just hit the gym before this,” Gaz confirms between grunts, hips rolling deeper. “All that sweat for you, Johnny.”
The words unleash Soap. He sniffs voraciously, nose dragging along collarbone, into the salty hollow of throat, even tilting to catch whiffs from under Gaz's arm where it's strongest… earthy, tangy, intoxicating. Each breath makes him clench tighter around the invading cock, moans muffled against skin as he laps at the trails of perspiration. His hands roam, pulling Gaz closer, lost in the sensory flood.
“Fuck, the way you're huffing me,” Gaz growls, the frantic sniffing igniting his blood. Thrusts pick up speed, slamming harder, balls slapping against Soap's ass with wet smacks. The cot protests, rhythm brutal, cock spearing deep to nail that bundle of nerves.
Soap shatters first, orgasm ripping through him like lightning, body shivering violently under Gaz's bulk. Cum erupts from his untouched dick, splattering both their stomach in hot pulses, hole spasming around Gaz. The clench milks him, Gaz following with a guttural groan, flooding Soap's ass with thick spurts, grinding through the aftershocks.
But the Brit stays buried, catching his breath, hand dipping to the Scots softening cock. Fingers curl around the sensitive length, stroking firm despite the overspill.
Soap whines high and bitchy, hips jerking away. “Wait, Gaz, too soon, fuck, it's sore” but his body betrays him, blood rushing back, hardening under the insistent tugs until he's rigid again, tip weeping.
“Look at you, already up for more,” Gaz teases, voice rough with satisfaction. He lifts off Soap's ass with a lewd squelch, cum leaking out, then guides Soap's cock to his own entrance. Sinking down in one go, he envelops the hardness in tight, welcoming heat, then starts bouncing… wild, thighs flexing with power, ass slapping down to take every inch.
Soap's eyes cross, pleasure bordering pain from the fresh sensitivity, overstimulation hitting like waves. He moans nonstop, a stream of broken Scots curses and pleas, hands clawing at Gaz's thighs for purchase as the ride turns ferocious. Gaz's cock bobs heavy between them, smacking Soap's abs with each descent.
Gaz leans in, breath hot against Soap's ear, words filthy fuel to stoke the fire.
“Shrink's caught my eye too, y'know. That build, that calm way he handles our chaos- fuck, I'd love him in our polycule. Imagine it… him balls-deep in you while Price holds your head, feeding you his thick cock. Ghost watching, stroking himself before joining, pinning you down for a turn. Me and him tag-teaming your holes, making you our shared slut. Hell, we’ll turn Shrink into a free use dildo for all four of us… Price sitting on him mid-mission talk, Ghost sucking his balls under the table, then you and me passing him around like a toy, his dick always ready to fill whoever needs it. We'd wreck him, Johnny, just like he'd wreck you. Ain’t that right?”
Soap throbs wildly inside Gaz at the vivid imagery, cock swelling thicker, the polycule expanding in his mind's eye. Gaz feels it, smirking down as he grinds extra hard.
“Yeah? That get you pulsing? Bet you'd love seeing Shrink's cock buried in Price's ass, Shrink’s hand wrap around Ghost’s throat. Him cumming in Ghost's mouth after an op, then straight to your hole for round two. Filthy, innit? All of us owning him, him owning us.”
Gaz keeps yapping, fantasies spilling like his pre-cum, each scenario ratcheting his own arousal… making his thrusts erratic, ass clenching tighter.
“Picture Shrink on his knees for Price, eating his ass off while Ghost encourages him. Then you and me, taking turns on his cock, milking him dry. He'd fit perfect, Johnny… our free-use prize, dick always hard for the team.” The words push Gaz closer, pleasure coiling from the dirty talk and the vice of Soap's length.
Minutes stretch in a blur of sweat-slicked bounces and gasps, the room thick with musk and moans. Gaz cums first, arching with a ragged shout, cock erupting ropes of seed across Soap's chest, painting him in sticky white. The sight and squeeze drag Soap over, whimpering pathetically as he unloads deep inside Gaz, hips bucking weakly through the overwhelming pulses.
Gaz doesn't stop there. He slides off with a wet pop, hand under his hole as his ass drips of cum, catching some of it and spreads across his still hard cock, and plunging back into Soap’s ass, easier now, slick with their mixed releases.
The penetration draws a fresh keen from Soap, body pliant and spent, but Gaz sets a punishing pace, hands pinning wrists to the mattress, right above the Scots head.
“Spill more,” Gaz demands, thrusting deep and grinding. “What else you want Shrink doing to you? Details… make it fucking dirty.”
Soap's mind fractures under the relentless fuck, words tumbling out in graphic detail, voice wrecked.
“He'd pin me down hard, my own knees jammed between my shoulder blades, or my face shoved into the mattress while his hands spread my cheeks. A finger first… two, then three, twisting and scissoring my hole open, making me leak for him. Then his cock… big and thick, shoving in without mercy, stretching me until I burn, pounding like he owns me. All the while, I'd twist my head, nose buried in his pits or his chest, inhaling that scent… sweat-soaked after a drill, sharp and dominant, mixed with his natural musk that drives me insane. He'd yank my hair, force my face deeper into it, fuck me raw while I huff him like a junkie, cumming just from the smell and the claim. Flip me over, straddle my chest, stuff his dick down my throat while I nuzzle his balls, drowning in that aroma until I'm begging him to breed me.”
The confessions amp Gaz's drive, hips snapping faster, cock battering Soap's prostate until tears streak his cheeks. Emotional rawness bleeds through the lust.
Soap's longing for Shrink's dominance, the polycule's expansion a shared dream. Gaz climaxes with a bellow, pumping another load into Soap's clenching ass, the heat tipping him over. Soap's orgasm hits weak and shuddering, cock dribbling cum onto his belly, body seizing in final ecstasy.
They collapse in a heap, Gaz's weight a heavy comfort, limbs tangled in the cooling mess of sweat and seed. Exhaustion claims them swiftly, breaths evening out into sleep, the room silent save for their synced snores.
Minutes blur into an hour, maybe two, before Soap stirs first, groaning as awareness returns. His ass aches, full and leaking, chest sticky. Gaz blinks awake beside him, smirking lazily.
“Fuck... we need a shower,” Soap mutters, attempting to sit up. His legs wobble like jelly when he swings them over the bed, thighs quivering from the marathon. “Fucking hell, feel like I ran a marathon. Legs are absolute jelly… I can't even stand straight.”
Gaz just chuckles as he hands Soap a dirty laundry. “Wipe some cum off you first, can’t have us covered by obvious jizz as we go to the communal showers, can’t we?”
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a/n: I think it was pretty obvious where I tried to make it more emotional first but then the horny took over-
Anyways... I'm opem for feedback and comments since this is my FIRST attempt at a full smut chapter.
