this is unjustifiably hot. he’s literally the definition of “just one more, baby, do it for me.” 𖧁୧ drug use, forced intox, allusion to drugged sex, dub/noncon, daddy kink ( 18+ )

You’ve always been easy to manipulate, Ben swears. All it takes is a few soft-spoken words, paired with those stern eyes that make your insides flutter in obedience. You’re sweet, and unsurprisingly, even more pliable when your head is all floaty, buzzing up in the clouds with your body practically fusing into the couch below you—all your inhibitions gone, along with any sliver of fight hidden beneath that affably soft exterior of yours.

Your skull vibrates from the THC quietly surging through your veins as you sit beside him, and every breath you inhale feels like a thousand kisses against the inside walls of your lungs.

You’re high, way too high. And unfortunately for you, that’s exactly how Ben likes it. His own little lamb—so easy and docile.

The scent of burning flower hits your nostrils the second Ben holds the joint to your lips for the umpteenth time, his other hand wrapped under your jawbone, holding you still. His own eyes are red, the capillaries sinfully swollen, glossed over with a sheen that makes the green of his irises more striking than usual, and his stare far more lethal. He murmurs through the smoke he exhales, his voice low and silky, “C’mon, puppy. Just one more, hm? Daddy’ll finish it off after this, I promise.”

inspired by this inbox. 𖧁୧ smidge of smut, age gap angst, reader is in her 20s & beau is in his 40s, est. relationship, borderline erectile dysfunction? 18+

beau arlen x fem!reader ⋮ wc: 1.1k

It’s back again. That festering “I’m too old for her; I can’t keep up; I’m a pervert for even being with her; She’s gonna get to my age and hate me” feeling that has plagued Beau for months now, wedging itself deep between his ribs, the guilt residing in his heart as a permanent inhabitant.

A permanent reminder of how young you are, and how old he is. A stark reminder of the age difference.

It all finally comes to a head one night, right in the middle of sex, when you’re beneath the sheets, entwined with Beau’s sweaty body. His hips come to a still between your legs, and he slumps down against you, burying his face in your neck.

“I’m gettin’ tired, honey,” he mutters against your skin, slightly out of breath, his voice filled with shame. “M’sorry.”

he’s invited you into his home for a drink after a a shift, just to see if you’re liking ptmc and the night shift rotation in general. he starts freaking out when you kiss him, rubbing at his chest over his shirt. “i..i can’t do this with you.” he breaths into your mouth, though he doesn’t pull away. in fact he’s got his arms stiff as a board on the side of him while you’re on your knees on his couch, rubbing at his biceps.

“mmm..why not?” “because i’m your attending, and you’re my resident,” he shakes his head, groaning when you deepen the kiss. “it’s..it’s an abuse of power and it’s…” a throaty sound comes from him when he feels you drag your hands up his shirt, nails so taunting against his skin that feels on fire. “it’s not right, you’re so young.” “yeah? i am?” you say against his lips, feeling him nod against you.

“think i’m a big girl, i can make my own decisions.” you’re not met with a fight when you pull his shirt over his head, and his eyes stay towards the ceiling as his breath heaves. you’re almost nose to nose as you bite your lip, searching for his eyes while they bounce around everywhere but you.

“Jack,” you lure him with your finger under his chin, forcing the contact while he licks his lips, a dirty, remorseful expression on his face. “do you want this?” your eyes don’t leave his until you kiss at his cheek, trailing lower and tonguing at the scruff of his jaw, feeling him relax in your touch with a sigh. he squirms in his seat, his legs spreading under you as he grabs at the inside of his thigh. aww.

“y..yeah. yes, sweetheart. jesus,” he finds the peaking skin under your top as he grabs at your hip, the hand hot against you as you suck on his neck. “i’d..ohmygod, i don’t even know what i’d do to you.” he ticks his head over in the slightest, giving you more room as you kiss down to his collarbone.

𖧁୧ Thinking about weird Ghoap dynamics where bf!Ghost punishes bf!Soap by finding some sweet little thing at the local bar to fuck in front of him. 18+

The pair find you under the dim lights of the dingy pub that’s just a couple minutes off base, hunched over a drink with timidity decorating your face, hiding from the world.

With a shared look, it’s decided.

A sweet thing like you? You’ll be fun to break in. You’ll do.

So when you’re dragged back to Ghost’s—well, Simon—quarters after a bit of buttering up and promises that tonight will be all about you, a bird too pretty to be all alone tonight, you’re more than happy to shed your clothes.

With hot mouths either side of your neck and rough hands fighting between your legs, you’re in ecstasy, lubing up their fingers with your slick as they taunt your delicate cunt.

A finger slides in, and then another, curling to meet that sweet spongy spot that has you seeing stars and whining out for more.

However, you soon realise this isn’t about you, though—when Johnny goes in for a kiss. One quick look from the taller brute and the Scot grumbles, his hands reluctantly falling from your sweaty body. Another disgruntled sound, and now he’s sulking on the armchair in the corner, watching Simon bully his cock between your legs while his own cock twitches—leaking pathetically—against his hairy lower tummy.

It’s heaven, you can’t deny that, the stretch of Simon’s thick cock. Every ridge and thick vein pulsing down his length nudges sweet spots inside you you’re sure you’ve never felt before. He pounds into you from behind, and then from above, and then from the side, letting your slick cunt convulse around him like some sweet virgin.

After the three orgasms Simon rips out of you, you’re breathless, whining mindlessly into the sheets with your foggy fucked-out brain and legs trembling like jelly.

He eventually pulls out, and a loud whine roars from the armchair—a plea to be included, to have a go.

But before you can spare a glance in Johnny’s direction, Simon’s thick cockhead catches at your lips, parting them with his wet tip, covered in you, forcing his length down your throat like it belongs there.

You take it. And take it. And take it.

Your throat bulges with every thrust of his pelvis, your face smushed against the coarse hairs at the base of his cock, choking on his fat cockhead until you’ve got tears tumbling down your cheeks.

After what feels like a lifetime of nothing but dizziness from lack of airflow, Simon finally spills his thick ropes of cum into the wet heat of your mouth, pulling out his softening dick with a pleased grunt as he watches his pearly cum sit pretty on your tongue.

With your mouth still open, you attempt to blink back the remaining tears to search for some look of approval from Simon for taking it so good, but a harsh grip wraps around your jawbone, and a desperate tongue forces itself into your mouth, lapping up at the salty release coating your tastebuds.

“Oi,” Simon barks. “Let ‘er breathe, ya mutt.”

Johnny whines as he’s yanked away from you, swallowing down the Lieutenant’s seed he’d robbed from your mouth, filthily licking the smug curve of his lips clean. “Aye, sir. The doll’s fine, aren’t ye, love?”

They both spare you a quick once-over before Simon sighs, letting out a somewhat amused sound. “You’re fuckin’ insatiable, Johnny. Was meant to be about her tonight.”

“Look at her, she’s happy enough, sir.”

All you can muster is a half-hearted noise in reply, blinking back some semblance of self as you catch your breath.

“Aye, that’s a good girl. The fucker’s a lot to take, huh?”

A soft whack hits the back of the Scot’s head. “Shut up, Soap.”

fig yaps: been feral about ghoap lately so this felt needed. yummy.

she continues to be great representation for so many who are struggling. for people who don't see themselves represented in a realistic way very often. she has clear hurts, traumas, scars, and it does not define her. she's a capable doctor, she's intelligent, she's kind.

yes, she is kind, extremely so. she has very clear, strong morals and sense of justice. no, she's not always 'nice', but nice and kind are different things. she took in a homeless man despite her trauma involving men. she didn't let a suicidal patient slip through the cracks, was the only one to notice and comfort him. she didn't let Langdon slip through the cracks— he probably would've never gotten the help he needed if she hadn't spoken up about something she knew to be wrong.

sure, she can have a short temper, she can be irritable and snappy and sarcastic. but she never lets shit go too far. I see so many people get mad at her for ribbing Dennis over losing Mr Milton— she immediately after said it wasn't his fault. she made it clear she didn't think he actually killed his fucking patient.

the hate on her for talking to a goddamn baby is crazy. first of all, I cannot believe you all did not find that shit hilarious. second... the baby does not care 😭😭 the baby does not understand her 😭😭 y'know what the baby did understand? soft, soothing singing and a finger to hold.

He genuinely stopped mid-bite of the roast chicken with gravy and rice, a lunch you cooked for him, from a container where you put it, sitting in his freshly-ironed clothes that you ironed this morning.

"Tha fuck that's supposed ta mean? I can't talk 'bout ma wee bonnie wife? Ye'll definitely be single foreva, wanker."

The new recruit opened his mouth, trying to find any logical explanation to his assumption (but really just a stupid question), but Johnny just gave him his middle finger (the same one that was in your pussy the same morning).

thinking about the two of you playing around with it—you poking holes in the condom, john stealthing, you saying that you’ll buy plan b tomorrow, don’t mind that you’re on the pill, you swear you’ll buy it so pretty please cum in me, john? it just makes the sex more debauched; makes the hunger filthier.

and thinking about the way the two of you will actually act out scenes—your mutual shock when john pulls out and the condom’s torn, you moaning even louder when john gives you the signal that he “stealthed” you now, the two of you gasping out loud about john’s cum trickling out of your hole, john driving you to the drug store and giving you crumpled cash so you can go ahead and buy the plan b.

Dad!Price or even Dad!Ghost would feel like they’re the best dad you’re ever gonna get compared to the shit case who actually put the sperm in your mom, so let him fuck your tight pussy right as your set bedtime creeps up just so he can show you how much he loves his sweet kid.

Have you crooning, toes curling, eyes watering while he gives you such slow and deep strokes into your hole. Slick slathering down your thighs with every thrust. Kissing your back while his big arms are wrapped around you, mumbling “thaaats my good girl.” or “Fuck, takin me so well sweetheart, knew you could- shit- only my precious kid can take this, huh?” and your mouth is slack and left agape, clawing at his forearms as you stupidly nod.

Fuck, you really are a daddy’s girl.