Jealous!Ghost does something to me⌠sorry
He was everywhere, balls slapping heavily against the fat of your ass, your spine nestled into the wall as he fucked into you, cock splitting you open with the desirous intention to ruin you for anyone else.
âYou gonna fucking talk to him again, hm?â He spat, licking a stripe of your neck as he held onto your hips, bruising fingers digging litters of marks against your pretty skin.
âN-No Simon,â you whined, hiccuping as he thrusted back into you, his voice menacingly low as he growled low in his chest. Your neck was stained with dark hickies, marks that Ghost needed everyone to see, especially the incapable Soldier who decided that sparring with you was appropriate.
âFucking slut, ainât you? My dicks not enough for yeâ or something? Gotta get it from everyone?â
His words shot through you as you choked out a moan, angry tip nudging your sweet spots with a fiery force, heat penetrating through you. His eyes were shot into slits, a possessive glint controlling every movement as he muttered into your neck.
âI see you around him again and Iâll kill âem, you hear me?â
You nodded against the wall, lower back aching at the constant pressure of being slammed against it during his fuelled assault against your squelching cunt.
Ghost didnât say anything after he emptied inside you, guttural groan leaving his lips as he pulled out, dropping you to your feet and leaving in an aggravated hunch, your legs shaking as you tried to squeak out a âwaitâ.
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currently having the softest thoughts about dad!simon :â))
like the way heâs stripping off his Henley t-shirt at the hospital right after you give birth because he âread somethinâ about how beinâ skin to skin is better fer âem,â not wasting any time in letting your newborn child rest on his tattooed chest while you take a small break.
or how he would gently push you back into bed when the baby starts crying in the middle of the night (especially in those first couple of days), answering your mumbled annoyance with a smeared kiss to your forehead and pulling the comforter up higher around your body. âhavenât âad good sleep in nine months, lovieâiâll take care of the bug, âlright? thaâs it, go back to bed sweetheart.â takes care of the baby while he watches footy and rugby, one arm cradling the swaddled up little one against his chest as the other nurses half a beer (the other half having been poured into soapâs cup of whiskey, âfer added flavorâ).
the boys actually enjoy having to transition from nights out to the bar to nights crowded in yours and simonâs basement. they all take turns cradling your newborn gently, snapping at each other when they get a bit too rowdy and more than happy to give you a break from the baby whenever you needed it.
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FOAMING at the mouth by the thought of a quiet/whimperer reader with Gaz who REALLY wants to hear her.... So he gets toys in the mix
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FUCK idk if you meant this for ps!gaz or not but this is so him coded. i wrote this on my lunch break forgive me
maybe the two of you are fucking on set, and its your first time together and you're more than a little nervous. he's got an easy, suave aura about him that should be comforting, but he rattles your nerves like no one else ever has before. you're so stuck in your own head that the entire time he spends warming you up, all you can think about is how you look and how you sound, and by the time he finally gets his cock inside of you, you've pretty much got stage fright.
and Kyle was hoping that you'd give him more. more than just those dainty, breathy whimpers. as delicious as they are, they're not quite filling, and he's ravenous. you think you've done something wrong when he pulls out, and even everyone else on set looks confused. you look up at him, eyes wide and questioning, praying that he hasn't gotten bored of you, but he just grins as he tells you to sit tight.
when he returns, he's got a wand in hand and a twinkle in his eyes that you can't tell if it stems from something devious or not. he wastes no time getting back to work spearing you on his cock, this time with the added stimulation of the wand vibrating on your clit. still, you try to have the fortitude to hold back, and Kyle nearly pouts at you when you do.
"not holdin' out on me, are ya doll?" he asks as if you've wounded him. "trying to keep those sounds to yourself? don't tell me you're savin' them for someone else..."
something slips. the gentle vibration of vocal chords rattles your throat, and you try and stop your eyes from rolling to the back of your head as he turns the setting up on the wand. he coos at you as he fully sheaths himself inside of you, leaving you much too full and with so much stimulation you're panting like a dog. he gets another guttural moan out of you as he rolls his hips against yours, nearly undoing you.
"there she is," he chuckles. "not saving 'em after all then, huh? just wanted to yank my leash a little? fine by me, doll, but you better believe me when i tell you i earn my meals, so try and take it easy on yourself, yeah?"
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take this pornstar!gaz idea. it sounded better in my head, but oh well.
cw: alcohol, mostly fluff, a little angst, two idiots in love.
Kyleâs never seen you in public before.Â
Really, he hasnât seen you anywhere that wasnât either in your dressing room, or in the studio, so it feels like a dream when he catches you in the corner of his eye. Glitter captures the dim glow of the streetlamp like starlight on your eyelids as you giggle and sway on your feet. Heâs never seen you dressed up, either; at least, not of your own accord instead of some stylists choosing. Youâre absolutely radiant as you try to fight off the two girls on either side of you, both of who huff and puff at you as they try to drag you towards a running car parked just off the pavement.Â
âYouâre fucking pissed,â one of them says. âNo damn way youâre taking the bus home.âÂ
Your response to her is muffled behind a whine and then another giggle as you paw at your eyes. Glitter stains your fingertips like dried blood, and you quickly wipe it off on the front of your shirt, spreading it along your body like a curse.
The night air grows heavy as Kyle adjusts the strap of his bag on his shoulder. Sweat still clings to his skin from a late night workout, but he ignores it as he allows his attention to wander. Thereâs a dewy glow to your skin â and not just from the glitter â that snitches to him that youâve had more than enough to drink that night, as if the stumbling wasnât enough. Despite your disheveled look, youâre still the most beautiful creature heâs ever laid eyes on.Â
Except heâs seemed to have kept his eyes on you for a bit too long, because one of the women youâre with glares at him as if heâs human filth. Itâs a sharp glare, one that warns him sheâs not really one to mess with. It has his teeth digging into his cheek, and his feet stumble under the heat of her gaze.Â
âThe fuckâre you looking at?â she asks, voice dropping low.
Her biting tone has you looking at her with narrowed eyes before your head whips to the side with such force the rest of you nearly follows. Your eyes donât quite reach his face, and you end up staring at his chest with squinted eyes for a solid few seconds. Heâs sure the distance between you two â a good and safe couple of feet â doesnât help either, but he stops in his tracks the moment you finally find his eyes.Â
âKyle!â you coo.Â
His name sounds like a holy hymn on your tongue, and you slip out of the grasp of your friends in order to throw yourself at him. Catching you is easy. All it takes is his hands on your waist and your palms on his chest to steady you. Sour booze fills his nose, but he doesnât even flinch at the burn. Your grin captivates him too much for him to do anything but smile.Â
âHey, doll,â he greets, his suave aura hiding the fact his heart pounds in his chest so violently it almost hurts. âHavinâ a good night?âÂ
âWell I was,â you groan. Your forehead presses against his chest, and Kyle is suddenly aware of the heat radiating off of his body. However, if you do smell the slight musk clinging to him after hitting the gym, you donât mention anything. âTheyâre trying to get me into that stupid fucking uber and I just wanna walk home.âÂ
âYou are not walking home,â one of the girls â the one who had glared at him before â interrupts. âAnd Iâm not walking halfway across the city with your drunk ass, either.âÂ
âItâs not a great idea,â he concurs.
That only makes you groan again before leaning your entire body weight on him. Youâre throwing a childish fit, yet he canât help but chuckle as he wraps his arms around you in a light embrace to help keep you from falling face first into the pavement. Settling down, the two girls youâre with stop looking at Kyle as if heâs the devil himself, and more so just have an overall appearance of embarrassment for you.Â
âI hate it here,â you whine.Â
âHow about this,â Kyle proposes, âyou let your friends take the uber home, and Iâll walk you back to your place?â
âYouâd do that for me?â you mumble into his chest.Â
âAnythinâ for you.âÂ
Although youâre on board right away, it takes a little convincing to get your friends comfortable enough to have you walking home with an unfamiliar, sweaty man. They refuse to let you out of their sight until you admit to them that heâs technically your coworker (while also not so tactfully admitting heâs seen you naked and fucked you countless times and that youâd trust him with your life). After you promise to text them the moment you arrive home, your friends give you an awkward farewell before allowing Kyle to whisk you off into the night to lay down for a well deserved nap.Â
Itâs about a block and a half in that Kyle realizes why your friends fought so hard to take an uber. Not only is your flat truly on the other side of the damn city, but keeping you upright on your feet should be a sport. He keeps an arm around your waist for the entire walk just to keep you steady, but it also has the added benefit of warding off any shady eyes. And there are a lot of shady eyes. Enough to be grateful that he was the one who ran into you tonight rather than anyone else.Â
By the time the two of you reach your apartment, youâve hardly sobered up. Not that Kyle minds, of course. Youâve obviously had a fun night, and he rather enjoys your aimless rambling. Itâs the most heâs heard you talk. Not even your fucked-out babbling on set gets you to talk that much.Â
âAlright,â Kyle says as you unlock the door, âyou gonna be alright for the night?âÂ
You throw him an odd side-eye as the door swings open. âOf course.âÂ
That was supposed to be where he said farewell, and yet you grab his hand and yank him into your apartment like youâre dragging around a dog on a leash. He figures sticking around for a little longer to at least help you into bed might not be a bad idea, certainly not with how inebriated you are, and somehow he ends up in the bathroom with you.Â
Your legs swing carelessly as you sit on the counter, facing away from the mirror. Youâve roped Kyle into helping you take your makeup off, which so far has consisted of nothing but him holding your chin still and tilting your head as he fruitlessly wipes at the glitter on your face with a makeup wipe. Thereâs easier ways to get body glitter off of skin, but you rather enjoy the serious face of concentration that sets deep in his features as he gently scrubs at you.Â
âYouâre cute,â you giggle.Â
âIâm cute?â he repeats.Â
You nod, which makes him huff and readjust his grip on your chin. âYouâre concentrating so hard.âÂ
ââCourse I am, gotta get this damn superglue off your face.âÂ
Kyle continues to wipe at your face for only a few more minutes before he decides thatâs as good as itâs going to get. With his hand in yours, you lead him into your bedroom where the remaining evidence of your preparation for the night litters the foot of your bed in rejected clothing and accessories. You gather them up into a big pile in your arms where you toss it on top of your dresser before raiding the drawers for pajamas to wear.Â
You donât warn Kyle before you slip your shirt over your head. For some reason, it catches him off guard. Heâs seen you naked countless times before; hell, heâs quite literally ripped clothes off of your body, yet this feels like a breach of privacy. Youâre not in your right mind, still in a drunken stupor after a night out with the girls. It feels wrong, like heâs taking advantage of you, and instead of gawking at you like he normally does, he turns away.Â
It isnât until you stand there in only your panties that you realize Kyleâs averted his gaze. A smirk pulls at your lips as you forget about changing and trot up to him, forcing his attention back on you. His eyes quickly wander, yet refuse to go any further than past your chest before they flicker back up to your face. Your small smirk quickly turns into a grin.Â
âWhatâre you acting shy for, Kyle?â you tease.Â
âJust givinâ you privacy, doll,â he defends.Â
âPrivacy?â you repeat. A small laugh leaves you as your hands press against his chest, forcing him to stumble backwards towards your bed. âYou look nervous.âÂ
When the back of his legs hit the mattress, Kyle has no choice but to fall back. He sits on the edge of the bed with his hands propping his torso up, but you donât allow him any breathing room before youâre straddling his hips. Perfume and alcohol fills his nose as you make yourself comfortable, and your eyes drink in his expression. Youâve never seen his eyes so dilated before, and you bask in the way they reflect the dim lighting of your bedroom.Â
âDo I make you nervous, Kyle?â you ask, voice soft and low.Â
The Adamâs apple in his throat bobs as he swallows, still unable to take his eyes off of you. Warm hands rest on your hips to keep you steady as you lean closer to him, lips ghosting against his earlobe as you continue to tease him.Â
âDonât tell me youâre all bark and no bite. You always said you wanted to get me without the cameras, didnât you? Fuck me properly? Well, nowâs your chance.âÂ
God, he wants to. Itâs almost as if itâs part of his nature at this point; to please you. Your body has become his bread, the only sustenance he needs to keep himself going. As he stares up at you, he thinks of all the ways he could have you right there in that room that he canât on set. The things he can say, admit; the sounds he could pull out of you for his ears and his ears only. He yearns for it so bad he feels it tearing him apart.Â
But as he notices the glazed look in your eyes, he knows he canât do it. You can hardly sit in his lip without him holding you steady, lest you fall backwards onto the floor. Images of fucking you when youâre like that, far from sober, flood his mind, and he feels ill.Â
In order to get control of himself and his wandering mind, he quite literally turns the tables on you. Your vision blurs as youâre suddenly on your back, body resting on the comforter of your bed as Kyle sits back on his haunches between your legs. He taps your thigh before sliding away from you, and much to his surprise, you donât even pout.Â
âIâm gettinâ you water, and then youâre going to bed, yeah?â he says, gaining control of the situation.Â
You stare up at him incredulously, hardly believing a word he says. Still, you agree with him as you shimmy up the bed where you rest your head on your pillows. The way you position your body, with your tits on display and a small smile on your lips, reminds him of the way you pose on set for the cameras. He wonders if you even know what itâs like to be fucked without having to perform anymore.Â
âWhatever you say, Kyle.âÂ
When Kyle leaves your room, he wipes at his face with both of his hands and does his best to stifle a groan. Itâs late, significantly later than heâs used to staying up, and his muscles ache from that eveningâs workout. The mental jump rope heâs playing doesnât help the fatigue in his body either. This is the most emotionally confused heâs been in quite a while, and heâs hoping he can just go home, take a cold shower, and forget about all of it come morning.Â
It takes him longer than normal to get you a glass of water. Adrenaline courses through his veins like boiling water, and he can hardly hear anything over the thumping of his heart in his ears, so he tries to take a moment to panic by himself in your kitchen. By the time he returns to you, youâre passed out. Eyes fluttered shut, chest lazily rising and falling with your breaths, Kyle finds himself stopping at the foot of your bed in awe.Â
Heâs glad he stopped you.Â
After placing the glass on your nightstand, he folds your comforter over you as best as he can, covering your bare body. The light fabric moving across your skin stirs you awake, and your eyes flutter open just long enough to grab his hand. His heart stops as you attempt to pull him closer, and he finds himself kneeling next to your bed, utterly lured.Â
âAre you staying?â you ask, not even bothering to open your eyes.Â
His thumb brushes over your knuckles as he shakes his head. âSorry, doll. Not tonight.âÂ
âOh,â is all you can say.Â
You fall silent again, and he stays kneeling next to you for a moment as he enjoys the feeling of your hand in his. Once he thinks youâve fallen asleep again, he presses his lips against the back of your hand before returning it onto the mattress. Your lips curl at the sensation.Â
âI love you,â you whisper.Â
Those words have been in the back of your throat ever since the two of you filmed the honeymoon shoot together, and it has Kyle stopping in his tracks. He wants to stay. Everything in him screams at him to. To crawl into bed with you, to wrap you in his arms and comfort you in the morning when your hangover gets the best of you. But he canât. He canât even tell if this is what you truly want, or if itâs the alcohol talking.Â
He swallows.Â
âLove you too, doll.âÂ
When Kyle turns to leave, he tries not to look back. He knows itâll destroy him if he does. Instead, he keeps a steady pace as he exits your apartment, leaving you to wake up in the morning with nothing but cold sheets and a migraine.Â
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oh to be at some rugby game with your boyfriend who's a total fan, face painted and all, and he squeezes you into a jersey of some player you don't care to know, couldn't even find his number on the field because they're all just slamming themselves into each other with enough force to cause brain damage but then a big man with the number you've got on your front eventually comes up to the stands and your bf's losing it because finally, here comes his #1 player but his eyes are on you, and you alone.
he blows you off when you tell him that actually, you don't know who he is, you're just here because your bf is.
"don't care. you've my name on your back."
(fisting your jersey he tosses you to the guy below, who had been standing there with his arms stretched above him as if expectant. "ya can wear mine next week.")
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chemistry teacher soap catches gym teacher simon fucking you in the bathroom during a school dance, tattooed hand over your mouth to muffle the pretty noises you make. he doesnât think either of you notice, until those dark eyes turn on him, a slight tilt to his head in invitation.
soap decides he has a better way of keeping you quiet, stuffing his cock down your throat, enjoying the way you choke on it and the way simon tugs him forward to lick into his mouth, a hum of approval low in his throat.
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EXPAND ON THIS
https://www.tumblr.com/tojisun/758472884430716928/no-matter-how-hard-you-try-you-just-cant-make
AND MY LIFE IS YOURS
aww im glad that u (all) liked that blurb!! didnt expect the vitriol in ur guysâ reactions but ykw? samesies <3 oki uhh so heres something quick and simple
cw: fivesome (but they go in order, also simon doesnt properly get a turn im sorry đ); f!reader; subspace; builds up into consensual noncon; unrealistic sex; rambly as hell and its set up messily; wc is 3.6k :â3
(you tell them itâs a wrong send, and that itâs meant for johnny so they all said, âoh damn. welp,â and leaves you and johnny to go at it all night long teehee <33) (jk) (unless) (no ok im jk)
johnny fucks you first. the guys didnât complain, and trickled into your room, ready to fall to whatever place they could sit down to watch. johnny laughs, and tugs you towards him, gently slapping your hand away when you try to cover yourself up with your shirt, and tells them, âwatch me.â
not us, but me. like youâre a nameless hole whose only worth is to be fucked, and somehow that⌠doesnât deter you at all.
instead, you ignore the warmth flooding in your cheeks and the stares that drag on your body, and focused on johnnyâs smirk and his crooning words and his wide palms roving over whatever sliver of your skin he can touch. he positions himself in between your legs, his fatigues an uncomfortable sensation against your oversensitive skin.
he doesnât care. he drags down his zipper and frees his cock from his briefs, before swiping his palm on the inside of your thigh, gathering the excess lube glistening there to use it as oil for his prick. your nose scrunches when he brings his hand to give himself a quick tug, foreskin peeling from the head to show off how flushed it is.
he crawls until heâs on top of you, and throws out, âlet me show ye how to fuck âer, yes?â
you donât even realize the words are for the rest of the squad because heâs already slipping his cock in your cunt, slow and careful, and you keen because yessssâ
this is the delicious burn youâve wanted. oh god oh godâ
it didnât even take johnny long before youâre cumming, your throat spasming at the scream that rips itself out from within you. your hips rise from the bed, your body jolting, unable to ground itself at the breaking euphoria that forced shockwaves to raze your synapses.
you fall on the bed limply, satiation filling you up in lapping waves. johnny pulls out and fucks his fist and sprays his cum all over your stomach. he musses it up, rubbing his palm against it like itâs a damn lotion, and lathers whatever inch of your belly he can cover.
itâs gross and weird, especially as the recollection that youâve had an audience hits you, but then johnnyâs stepping back and moving away. you try to shut your legs close, but someoneâs already shuffling in, taking up the space that johnny had carved out.
you stare up at your captain, shock filling you up. he doesnât ask with words but he quirks his brow up, waiting, and you donât know what it is, but you give him a nod before ducking your head to the side.
which was a mistake, you learn, because you make eye contact with kyle; kyle who isâwasâslowly rubbing himself through his pants, his palm gliding over his chub. his eyes are blown wide and he looks ravenous as he meets your gaze.
you hiccup, feeling cornered and delighted at the same time, but then johnâs rubbing his cock along your messy folds, using the mess you and johnny made to lube himself up, and you mewl, tearing your eyes away from kyle to meet johnâs stare head on.
he looks⌠calm. not teasing nor hungry, but poised with forced grace like this is another mission, and he has willed his full body to sync together so that not even a stray strand of hair will falter and miss a beat.
you donât know how to position that with yourself, not like you needed to dwell on it any further because johnâs already thrusting in. like johnny, he is careful, but he is more cautious, pushing inch by inch without even a ragged breath like heâs scoping out your reaction before he could let out his.
god, whyâs everything so difficult with himâeven now, speared with his cock, you still donât know how to react. itâs like youâre a recruit all over again, dawdling underneath your COâs scrutiny. itâs jarring, terrifying, really, but then johnâs drooping onto you, his head tipping down to nuzzle close to your jaw, and this level of intimacy is what rips a moan out of you. it is drawn out and high-pitched, and so, so utterly debauched.
you hear more than see johnâs pleased laugh, his breaths coming out in puffs that brush against your neck in a ticklish manner. the moment drags onânuzzles and quiet huffs, and slow rocks of his hips almost like heâs taking his time to savour you; to allow you to get used to his size because heâs so different from johnny.
johnny is thick, but john is long. he is reaching deeper than you have ever known, and itâs so overwhelming that you begin to cling to him, in need of any way to ground yourself down from the slow-racing pleasure.
you donât know how long heâs got you like that, but then heâs pulling back and away, and, ânonono, please. please, sirââ
âshh, iâve got you,â he rumbles, still so utterly quiet that it forces out the tears faster, and you know somethingâs changed because john is looking at you with a proud smile, all tactile as he manhandles you to your side, before disappearing behind you. you feel your head being lifted then dropped onto something harder than your pillow, and it is only the smell of ozone that lets you know that john had pillowed your head with his arm, while the other snakes around your waist to pull you closer to him.
you stare at the expanse of your room but everything looks like theyâre appearing underneath a hazy filter, so you blink your eyes to clear them from that mist but it remains unchanged. you feel heavy, all of sudden, like youâre submerged in water, wading through the ripples. floating.
you try to look at the others but all you see are blurs of colours, and you know this should terrify you, you know somethingâs happening in your mind, but you feel so good. so happy. so you fold into yourself, accepting the haze with a keen because johnâs fucking back into you.
it is still so utterly gentle, like love-making, and this makes you sob because the euphoria is dizzying and overwhelming. it is something you havenât felt beforeâjohnny fucks you like a man starved; john fucks you like heâs trying to meld himself into you. or you into him.
it is so drastically different, and you were made to navigate the changing tides. but you canât, not when johnâ
âfuck!â you scream, thrashing in his hold, but john ignores your voice as his heavy hand falls on your cunt with consistent smacks.
you feel lightheaded, untethered, and this is what pushes you to the edge. your orgasm is cataclysmic. itâs like having the fabrics of your reality collide until you are a supernova, bright and burning and so, so, so ecstatic.
you donât even know how you came down from that high, but when you wake up, johnâs already pulled out and your thighs feel extra sticky. you sniffle, turning to accept the quick kiss he leaves on your cheek. he pulls away and you watch him sink back to the lone chair in your room, and only then do you realize heâs still in his uniform. still in the fatigues.
it makes you extra vulnerable somehow and you twist, trying to find anything to cover yourself with, but your shirtâs been thrown to the floor, far from your reach, and your blankets were kicked off the bed.
you grumble, shyness encroaching again now that thereâs no one to monopolize your attention, but a movement from the corner of your eyes makes you jolt. you turn, forcing your eyes to focus, and you blink in surprise because you are sure that kyle wasnât there beforeâclose to your shelving that is stuffed with little knickknacks and souvenirs brought to you by the boys when they take on separate missions that donât require your involvement.
the same shelving where youâve plopped your charging vibrator on. the very same one that is being held up by kyle.
âkyle?â you ask, unable to say any more with how wrecked your voice has become. but the call echoes like a gunshot in the suddenly stifling room, and they all look at you as one. like it didnât matter if kyle was the one holding the wand because they all knew what they want, and it is to see you be fucked with it.
excitement fills you up despite the throbbing exhaustion settling in your bones, and you wonder if they could scent it with the way the pressure in the room grows heavy, almost bladedâice shards against still waters.
kyle moves towards you and your eyes track the wand, almost hypnotized by it, and watch as he drops it on the mattress to shuck off his clothes. it is only then do you turn to him, hungry in the way you devour how he moves, how he breathes, how he unbuckles his belt.
his trousers come first, then his shirt. kyle is a catastrophic wonderâseeing him naked like this makes your core throb, aching need stretching in the yawning of your stomach, because he is so beautiful, terrifyingly so.
he reaches for your waist and drags you so youâre laying on your back again, your legs sprawled out on either side of his hips. he looks down at you, his eyes crinkled in his smile. he looks so charming, boyish and youthful, and he makes you thrum with quiet desire because you feel safe even when youâre bare before him.
you feel particularly cherished, like you are the apple of his eye.
âyouâve been so good to us, love,â he murmurs, but in the silence of everyone, his voice bounces off the walls, seeping into where the others are, watching raptly once again.
you nod, not knowing what else to say. kyle chuckles, the sound trickling like quiet chimes, and you wonder if heâs doing this for youâtalking to you in whispers to give your body time to come down from the tremors, or filling you up with something other than a cock because johnny had come in scathing, and john had pierced you with something consuming, and kyleâ
kyle is trying to distract you.
youâve forgotten about the toy, sitting there so innocently. itâs out of your reach, tucked preciously close to kyleâs left leg the way he treats all his smaller gunsânever straying beyond his person, and hovering close. youâve once asked him if it wasnât more comforting to have it on him where he can feel its weight and kyle had looked at you with that soft smile like youâve uttered something so delightful, before telling you, âthereâs a certain pleasure in having it displayed.â
like a promise and an assuranceâhe will always be faster; the one who is more in control.
and today, kyle is treating the wand with the same vehemence.
you didnât even know you were already shaking your head until kyle had cupped your cheek, quiet sounds of comfort rumbling from his chest.
âdonât worry,â he says, eyes blazing with a terrifying promise. âall good girls have to be rewarded.â
kyle doesnât fuck you with his cock right away; instead, heâd bent over and took a nipple into his mouth. it makes you gasp, back arching at every wet suck. there is pleasure to derive, but it is so muted that you begin to settle back into your mattress, waiting, almost in bated breath because kyle has yet to reach for the wand.
you jolt when he finally uses his hands, stomach tensing in anticipation. but still, kyle doesnât reach for it, and instead he swipes a finger to your slit. your pussyâs still so sensitive so it makes you buck, a sharp animalistic sound tearing from your throat, and kyle takes advantage of the sudden change in the pace.
he slips in two fingers in your cunt, curling to poke at your walls, before fucking them outâhe lifts up and sucks your other nippleâand punching them back in. itâs a wet slide, each thwaps ring in your head, and you moan, clawing at kyleâs back because how could he make you feel good just like this?
itâs almost a laughable parallelâjust an hour ago, you had been in the same position, with your legs parted open and two fingers fucking in, while your other hand flicks at your nipples because you had so desperately wanted any form of orgasm. god, it didnât even need to feel ecstatic, just something thatâd rip your aching need into quiet tides. and now here you are, spread open with kyle mirroring every flick of his fingers and every pinching sensation on your nipples, and he is making you feel good.
how dare he. how dare he give you unadulterated pleasure with just his fingers? how could you ever go back to masturbating now that heâs even triumphed over your previous failures, showing your body that there are ways to make your toes curl without a cock nor a toy?
how dare heâ
âno!â you whine, circling your hand around his wrist when he pulls out. you were so close; its tendrils spreading all over your body in the wake of your encroaching orgasm. you thought you were going to be rewarded? kyle promised. he said so!
âoh, love,â kyle coos, breaking through the swirling turmoil in your head. âiâm not done yet, i promise.â
you have to bite your bottom lip to stop the sob that is lodged in your throat as you watch kyle give his cock a pump before lining it up with your cunt. unlike johnny and johnâand the reminder that theyâre there, with simon, makes you jolt for a quick secondâkyle doesnât press in slow nor gentle.
no.
kyle punches everything in. you scream, the sound guttural as you are filled so quickly and so deeply, leaving you to feel the sudden crescendo of your pleasure. your body spasmedâbecause there was nothing else that could explain the sensation of having all your synapses sing with a ripping pleasureâbefore you black out for a second.
you come to the feeling of kyleâs hand mapping your belly, digging just enough that his fingers dimple your skin. you are still stretched and stuffed, and the remnants of your pleasure fire up again.
he flicks his eyes up to you with a smile. âcame so soon fâr me, love.â
your only response is a gurgle. it makes kyle laugh.
âthat must mean yâr ready for something else, yeah?â
a confused whimper bubbles from your throat. kyle just snaps his hips in reply, rendering your mind shut again. you hear him shuffling against the sheets, his free hand reaching for something you cannot see, and you feel your mind pressing at its edges, trying to retrieve the memory of what it is he is looking for because you know what it is, youâre sure.
buzzing noises fill your ears, the sound ricocheting around the space, and your body locks, recollection slamming into you. you tear your gaze away from the far wall to look at kyle.
you wonder what your face mustâve looked like because kyle begins to croon.
âiâve seen this from a homemade porn video.â he shrugs at the incredulous expression on your face. âand iâve always wanted to try it because sweetheart, they didnât press it on her clit.â
whatâ
kyle moves, his body rippling with ease. you donât notice but the boys crowd in, interest bright in their eyes. only ghost continues to be rooted in his spot, and it is only his head tipping to the side that lets the others know heâs just as interested.
kyle presses the toy on your belly. your nose scrunches in displeasure because it just feels like youâre being massaged incorrectly, but he keeps shifting, hunting, and itâs weird because kyleâs still in you so whatâ
you gasp, eyes widening at the odd sensation. kyle freezes, his body curling into something predatory, and digs your wand there on yourâ
âno way,â johnny laughs, and you want to snarl at him to go away but you canât because heâs right.
no way.
kyle had pressed the vibrating bulb of your toy just below your belly and slightly before your upper pelvic areaâkyle had pressed the toy on your womb.
the pleasure is new, uncharted, and it is petrifying because youâve never felt this way before. you didnât even know it was possible to stimulate yourself there, but kyleâs already resuming the pace heâd set, fucking his cock in deeply almost like he wants to feel the buzz from within.
you begin to sob but the tears feel different this time. theyâre still out of pleasure, but the swirling surprise melts the euphoria into something frightening. you donât even realize youâve begun to babble.
âno more!â you hiccup, weak fists thumping against kyleâs chest only to be restrained by john and johnny, each man pushing them down with their own hands.
everything feels too scary, all of a sudden. this pleasure of yours is bigger than you have ever expected and itâs building up too fast and too soon, and still, kyle remains unfazed.
âiâm scared! iâm scared, kyle please!â
your words turn into unintelligible warbles, and kyle just says how you are so adorable like this.
âyâr pussyâs going stir crazy, baby,â he croons amidst your tears and you want to scream at him, to be mad and say something mean, but you feel so utterly lost in the bubbling bliss.
it is something youâve never felt before; itâs almost like you are relearning your body at this very momentâlike kyle is unmaking you, and remodelling you, and you feel this cathartic bloating of your orgasm.
kyle sees the moment you succumbed to the enveloping terror of your euphoria, and itâs like heâs been waiting for this moment because he begins to fuck you faster. deeper. his pelvis meets the plush of your ass with every thrust, while he digs the toy further down your flesh.
how could the vibrations ripple past the fat, you donât know, but your orgasm is building, peakingâ
it breaks with another scream tearing from your lungs. this one is much stronger than the previous ones, and enveloping because it feels like your whole body has shut down in the wake of your release.
your mind splinters, your body falling limp like your strings have been cut loose, and kyle turns forgiving again because he shuts the toy down and throws it away. he pulls out and only then do you feel the trickle of his cum sliding out of you.
he leans in, brushing his nose over your cheek. then, âjust one more, little bird.â
kyle slides off the bed, but so do john and johnny, and you hiccup, still sobbing, still floating from the world-shattering climax, when simon greets you.
he is quiet for a while, watching as you catch your breath. you couldnât even stop yourself from sniffling, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes to stain your already blotchy cheeks. he grunts, hand falling to brush unimaginably soft touches across your body, observing.
waiting.
âwasâit?â you finally bite out because you know simonâyou know ghostâand there is something thatâs sitting on the tip of his tongue that he so desperately wants to spit out.
simon grumbles, rolling his eyes.
you groan, growing impatient. âtell mâ.â
but he still doesnât talk, choosing instead to manhandle your body until it is close to him. you want to tell him to give you a minute; that youâre still so sore and tired, and kyle just fucked you mindless that you need a goddamn break, so, âsâmon, noâŚâ
he grunts, palming along your waist, then your hips, before it stops on the fat of your ass. he grabs a handful.
âwonât you let me fuck this hole instead,â simon finally replies.
your heart lurches to your throat, and youâre not the only one surprised because johnnyâs bounding in close, excited, chatting simonâs ear how he wants to go next, âplease, LT?â
you want to tell him to ask you, not simon, but simonâs already giving his assent with a huff, chirping how johnnyâs so impatientâa master and his dogâbefore they turn to you again.
it is only then do you realize that simon hadnât been asking for proper permission; it was all formalities because he was not going to settle for anything that isnât yes.
anal sex hasnât been something you are really interested in; no amount of porn and online anecdotes can change your mind, but simonâs gaze is heavy. itâs final.
before you can even reply, johnâs already throwing something to simon. he catches it with ease, and only when simon flicks his hand do you recognize it to be the lube youâve chucked away in your anger when this whole night started. kyle returns with the wand.
you lay there, on simonâs lap, seeing them flanking you for this⌠corrupting.
âokay,â you muster, trying to stake even a semblance of control.
thankfully, they ignore the shaking of your fists or the way your chest begins to heave in your morbid anticipation. simon laughs, and swoops down to nip your cheek.
âgood girl.â
whew whyd it become a long ramble of smut??? it was supposed to be a john n johnny centric fucking bc of the prelude but alas, i needed to write a semblance of dark!kyle so here we are <3
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18+ M!READER HAS A HUGE DICK | PT2
âitâs- itâs not going to fuckinâ fit!â simon spoke through gritted teeth, gloved hands planted on the wall as he struggles to take all of you in, âyes, it will,â you replied, kissing the back of his neck, âmmg! slow, slow the fuck â ah â down!â he hissed, walls spasming around your thick cock.
simon moaned breathlessly, wincing as sweat began to build on his skin. you were taking it slow, thighs burning as you held back the urge to just fuck into him. you rubbed at his sides, grinding ever so slowly inside of him so that he can get used to the wide stretch.
âfuck me,â he whispers, almost inaudible, âwhat?â he huffed in clear annoyance of your question when you knew what he wanted. âi said fuck me you little piece ofâ shit!â a guttural groan left him, cock jumping as he almost came right there. you thrusted into him, making him take you in deeper. you couldnât take it anymore, hips retracting before slamming right into his sopping hole.
setting a brutal pace, every thrust made him twitch upwards. his knees were weakening with every movement, and he doesnât think theyâll work after this. you latched onto a patch of exposed skin, sinking your teeth into the flesh to leave a mark.
simon wailed, head ducking as he cried out, âahngh, iâmâ âm goinâ to die!â the word was dragged, eyes dazed as he couldnât focus on anything else besides how he felt so full. it was too much, too too much, but he still wanted more and more and more.
the head of your cock grazed his prostate and his moan was so pornographic, straight out of a video. âi canât, i canât, i canât take it!â he shook his head, but he pushed back against you, âyou can, and you are. look at you,â you cooed, licking the fresh mark. âlove, youâre destroyinâ mâfucking insides- ah, ah, agh!â
you reached around him, tugging at his aching cock. he wailed, feeling tears forming on his waterline, âehmmgnffh, i c-canât, youâre too big!â he sniffled, trying to suppress a whimper. simon whined, chest heaving as his knees buckled. âiâm going toâ oh fuck, loove,â he cried, cheeks rosy with embarrassment, âmngg! itâs too muuuch!â his grasp on reality was failing on him, as he came with a pathetic cry.
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ghost doesn't think he hears you correctly, not at first. there's a ringing that's still in his ears from the bullet he nearly ate earlier. (cw: dubcon, 18+)
"wot?"
"can you please please please--pretend to be my boyfriend--just for one minute--!"
"heyyy, sunshine," a nasty little voice sings. you spin around, cowering by the bar, just as someone a little too drunk and a little too big comes into your space. you scoot away from him, but he's coming closer, leaning over you, and ghost tilts his head to the side as he watches the way you flinch at the stink of his breath.
ghost fits into the space at your back quite easily. your back arches a little as his big hand finds the bend of your waist, and you squeak a little when he forces you back, pressing your ass against his pelvis as he tucks you into his shadow.
"who's this fuckin' nitwit?" ghost mutters, clicking his tongue under his mask. you swallow, blinking up at the man, shrugging as you try and press yourself a little closer against his heat.
"i-i dunno," you whisper, and it's shaky, afraid. "h-he won't stop...following me."
"tha' right?" ghost hums, and you're so afraid of the man in front of you that you don't really register the way ghost's big hand is slipping lower, over the curve of your denim jeans and squeezing the fat of your ass that fills the palm of his hand all too nicely. "ya botherin' 'er?"
the man swallows a little, hiccuping. he stands up straighter, a little more sober, and he just shrugs as he takes another swig of his beer.
"just...she's so pretty, ya know--agh!"
ghost reaches over and grips him by the fat of his neck. he squeezes hard, drawing him closer, would be spitting in his face if he wasn't wearing the balaclava over his head.
"'f i see ya around 'er again, i'll paint the fuckin' walls with y'r teeth, mate, yeah? now get outta my fuckin' sight before i do it just for fun."
when ghost lets him go, he struggles to breathe, holding onto the bar and coughing as he scrambles to put distance between you. you shake a little, turning towards the bar, picking up what you assume is his drink and sipping it slowly to try and calm the nerves. you close your eyes gently, shaking your head.
"thank you," you say softly. "i-i couldn't shake him off, he was following me everywhere, i..." you turn your head and meet his eyes, smiling up at him. "that was really nice of you. i'm...sorry if i caused you any trouble."
ghost tilts his head to the side, fitting himself back behind you. he reaches over, putting both arms on either side of you and leaning over one shoulder, breathing hot against your neck.
"wot you mean?" he murmurs, and you blink, not understanding.
"for pretending to..." you laugh a little, looking into his eyes. "just...it was nice of you to do that. to pretend like that, i--"
"dunno wot y'r talkin' about," ghost chuckles, and you seize when he reaches down between you, cupping you between the legs as he palms at your pussy over your jeans. you keen a little, leaning into his touch, nasty brute pressing two fingers against where you're most sensitive and forcing your ass back against him, where he's hard, chubbed up since he first saw you, leaking into his cargos.
"i-i--" your eyes are wide, but you don't pull away, don't push him back--why am i not running? why can't i leave? what's happening to me--
"i wasn't pretending. were you?"
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Professor!Price with a grad-student!reader. I'm obsessed with this man and I want him to bend me over a desk just to smack my thighs with a ruler. Anyway.
cw: minor mention of reader's hair(I know I'm usually so strict with myself avoiding reader descriptions, sorry about that), f!reader
To say you have a crush on your professor is an understatement. The man is 6 feet 3 inches of pure desire. You spend lectures chewing on the end of your pen watching the way the buttons on his shirt strain to hold the fabric closed around his barrel chest. The flex of his biceps under his rolled sleeves, and peak of dark chest hair when he undoes his top button in the encroaching heat of summer, drive you wild. You've spent months in this man's classroom watching the way he moves, the way he pushes his hips out when he's answering a tricky question, the spark in his eyes when someone touches on a favorite topic. You've always hated war-history, but somehow you've become completely enraptured with the rough timber of his voice as he describes modern warfare and the evolution of guerilla tactics.
The salt and pepper in his beard never escapes your notice when he wanders up the aisle during exams, and you fantasize about getting your fingers in the greying hair at his temples as he buries his face between your legs. It's honestly a problem. One that should have impacted your performance in his class, if it hadn't been so gradual.
You'd really only signed on for this class because your advisor thought touching on the crusades would be useful for your Thesis. The class was small enough, intimate even, all deep dives into subjects that the students pitched. Honestly when your advisor jokingly called it "How to win a war" you'd thought they were exaggerating. Then your professor had walked into the first day of class in his dress uniform, and you'd felt your heart beat just a bit faster. There was something so infectious about raising your hand only to disagree with the man. Arguing with John Price was a heady rush of adrenaline, knowing that he had the credentials to back up the flinty threat in his eyes just made you want to do it more.
The first time he asked you to stay behind after class you'd thought for sure he was going to suggest you drop the class. It was early in the semester but you'd already cemented your reputation in class, already felt the uncomfortable atmosphere from your fellow students every time you raised you hand. Instead he'd handed you your latest paper, and asked if you were interested in doing any extra work.
"What sort of work?" You'd asked, suspicious of what this man intended. The ice in his eyes never seemed to hold a chill, the sweep of his gaze burned over your skin. He tipped his chin down to look at you, his smile barely a quirk of his lips.
"Independent study," Price had hummed, leaning back against the lecture podium, "research papers mostly. Thought it might help you sort out what you're interested in."
"You mean in warfare," You raised a brow, and he hummed again, "pardon me for having reservations about the slaughter of innocent men."
"You're pardoned," His smile twitched, and you felt your cheeks warm. He plucked your paper from your fingers and flipped through the pages to read one of your concluding paragraphs. Your embarrassment flared at the deep rumble of his voice reading your --frankly mouthy-- writing. He glanced up from the paper to raise a brow at you. "Why don't you stop by my office hours, I want to make sure you're getting something out of my class." He handed your paper back, "Besides a grade."
Despite your reservations that first visit to his office had actually been beneficial. You'd been able to outline your thesis, something he seemed interested in despite the lack of blood, and lay out your annoyance with your advisor. Price had offered some potential topics for your first research paper, then waved you out of the office to get some grading done. All you had to do was share your papers with him when they were finished. A perfectly reasonable request given there was technically nowhere for you to submit them. Honestly you couldn't say why you did the extra work in the first place when it wasn't adding to your grade, only that when Price praised the work you did it made your skin heat and your legs press together.
There was an intellectual intimacy to it that you've never experienced. Personal lectures with a professor that didn't care how many questions you asked, or how much you argued with him. In fact he seemed to relish each argument, his eyes hot on your when you talked back or noted a logical fallacy in his assumptions. His lips would curl over his teeth in a smile, as he leaned over his desk. It made your knees weak to sit in front of Price, alone in a locked office with him, as he explained the state enforced atheism of the USSR to you. His voice boiled your blood, made you shift in your seat. There was something patronizing in it, masked under a layer of respect that seemed to drop with his eyes to your chest when you leaned forward in your seat.
For all your attraction to him, you knew better than to get involved with a professor. Price was polite, and generally professional. The few times you'd glimpsed a lapse in that professionalism it had felt like your fault. Your fault for wearing a lower cut shirt as the days got warmer, your fault for lifting your hair off your neck, your fault for leaning too close as you looked at an article on his computer screen. It's not like you were dating anyone, you'd never been interested in anyone outside of intellectual value. It was possible you were just pent up. You were imagining transgressions where there aren't any. The man could be married for Christ's sake, and you'd be in the wrong for fantasizing about him whenever your hand wandered between your legs.
But God sometimes he'd stop you when you were on your way out, his thick fingers grabbing your arm, and you got a taste of the strength he had hidden under his button down. How could you not imagine him holding you down, splitting you open on those thick fingers, licking your clit with the pink tongue that darted out to wet his lips when he was excited about a topic? The end of the semester only grew closer, and with it your private lectures petered off as more students needed his help with finals.
Which led you to today, to sitting in the library waiting on your final papers to print and scrolling through your final independent project: the Vatican's role in World War two. It's long, and Price had helped you with editing, even suggested you look into submitting it to a journal. You've been checking and rechecking to word count all morning. It's off by a good margin. You highlight your written portion, alright xx number of words, but then the entire document shows a definite difference. You sigh in annoyance, ctrl-a the whole thing to play with the font and see if that helps. You sit upright in your chair when the last empty half page shows up in white type under the blue highlight.
You frown at the text, highlighting the section independently and changing the type color to red. All you wanted was to read it, then delete it. Instead your heart nearly stops. Your eyes scan the words once, twice, then a third time. Your skin prickles with heat, and you check the edit logs. If it wasn't you it must have been Price, and you know it wasn't you. After all, you're not in a habit of writing love letters to yourself in your papers. Although calling it a love letter- God. You read it a fourth time with the confirmation that it's from your professor.
"That tight little skirt you wear is going to be the death of me. You must want me to bend you over in the middle of lecture, show the rest of the students what a little slut you are. Know you'd like that sweetheart, I see the way you look at me, like you think I can't smell the slick on your fingers."
You feel another pump of heat through you, molten the way it settles between your legs. You glance around the library to check if anyone else is looking at your screen. You duck your head to copy-delete-paste the message into a separate word doc. It's weird though, that doesn't sound like the sort of thing someone types as a "first try" sort of thing. You hover your cursor over the folder containing the other documents you've shared with Price. What if he did write other notes on your papers? What if he didn't? You don't have an answer for either of those, only the embarrassment that makes you warm all over guiding your hand. You open another paper and scroll to the bottom. You drag your cursor to highlight, not expecting the mess of white text you quickly change the type color for. You do the same thing over and over on your other documents.
"You keep pressing your tits against me like that, you won't have to wonder about me grabbing them."
"Argue with me more love, I got the feeling even my cock down your throat wouldn't shut you up. Be fun watching you choke on it though."
"Should wear those heels more, love the way they make your arse look. Makes a man want to drop to his knees and give you something proper to sit on."
"Woman like you really shouldn't be anywhere but under me. Can't even imagine how tight that sweet little pussy of yours must be. Know you can't find a proper man to fill it. Can't promise I'll be gentle breaking you open, but I'll fill you up real nice afterwards."
"One of these days I'm gonna grab that pretty neck of yours and show you what all your mouthing off does to me. Fucking brat, I know you're only doing it so I'll put you in your fucking place. That's why you wore that short skirt today, special kind of torture seeing those legs and not getting them wrapped around my waist."
"Think you're so cute with your little "yes sir" like I don't know how wet it makes you."
The librarian wanders by and you slam your laptop shut. You press your fingers to your cheeks, feeling the heat of your- God you can't even call it humiliation when you like it this much. You're so turned on you can feel your panties sticking to you. You stuff your laptop into your bag and go to grab your papers off the printer. Your hands shake sorting out the various classes and stapling them together. Maybe you'll go hand in your War History paper first, see if Professor Price has any more notes on your Vatican paper...
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This is a convo I had with Embry @embry-garrick about Soft Sub Gaz that I'll probably write a fic ab this after my exam ends. This is just my rambling
CW: Mentions of toxic relationships, Gaz experiencing a healthy relationship, slight NSFW at the end.
You meeting Gaz at a bar. Gaz had been freshly dumped by his ex, met the dude with some chick his ex was cheating on him with at the same party, and is just trying to get drunk. He has his standards so low he just wants to fuck and forget the night and his entire past relationship.
But also imagine being the bouncer who then gets flirted by drunk Gaz, saying how you two should go to his place as your shift is ending. You usually wouldn't fuck around with drunk people like this, but he looks like he needs someone to talk to so you take him back to his place as he's too drunk to get back on his own and you don't want him getting robbed or worse.
And Gaz in his drunken stupor tries to touch you up in the car, but you shoot him down. So Gaz is a bit hurt but still thinks he's gonna score some mindless bliss. So you lead him to the door and Gaz lets you in, thinking it's for sex, but you just sit him down on his bed and get him some water, telling him to offer again when he's sober and you're just there to listen if he needs it.
And Gaz ends up kinda crying about his relationship in his drunken stupor, probably passing out on top of you. Come morning he's waking up with the WORST hangover ever and only when he sees your phone number on a napkin on his bedside table next to a bottle of water and headache medication does he remember the fucking embarrassing night. He just lies in bed wanting it to swallow him whole at the thought of how he acted.
But then he calls you to meet up and apologize for the night. You two meet up at a coffee shop and what starts as a somewhat awkward conversation turns into like, you two spending 3-4 hours there just chatting. Gaz laughing at an unexpected joke and then wondering why his heart is beating so fast and feels like it's in his stomach.
Like it's not the frantic drumming his heart would do when he and his ex would fuck, that was similar to what it felt being in the battlefield. Being with you makes his heart beat in a fast but different way, like a bunch of cicadas are buzzing in his chest.
Him not used to them fancy dates without sex at the end looking at you weirdly when, after a date he prepared probably too long for, you walk him to his door and don't do more but a kiss on the cheek cause you can see how his body subconsciously gets more and more uncomfortable and tense with each step you two take towards the door.
But also, imagine soft sub Gaz getting ready to go back from his leave, feeling very uncomfortable thinking about leaving without telling you (Not to mention fearing getting cheated on while he's off shore) so you two meet up at the same coffee shop and he tells you that he's going back into duty. And his mind is kinda blown when, after another 3-4 hours of just random chatting, you end up driving him to the airport and kiss his forehead goodbye
Gaz accidentally telling the lads about you, and it only takes a few clever questions from Soap before Gaz is just full on gushing about you. But he vehemently states you two aren't together, you two are just... well he doesn't know what you two are, but you two aren't having sex, so it can't be boyfriends. Buuuuut he also spends too long of the time he has for sleep texting with you, and lowkey waits for the good morning text when you finally wake up.
Gaz periodically sending you sexy photos in his uniform (he's a good looking man, he knows it, and his exes all went wild for the soldier look and he won't admit it but he's scared of losing your interest) and you do say he looks hot but also ask him just to send you a selfie, just a picture of his face so you know he's still alive. And overtime he ends up sending more random selfies where he definitely doesn't look his best then those sexy photos he used to send his exes. Or you just send him some random things that remind you of him throughout his deployment.
Gaz being at that half giddy half scared stage where he wonders if you'll be waiting for him at the airport (He knows you said you would and you keep your word, but, again, his exes lied all the time) and him being surprised when you're there with those big signs with his name on it like some cliche romance movie.
And when you drive him home, you don't just drop him off and skip- no. You treat him like a kin; full five course meal of home cooked food, candlelight dinner and all, then a bubble bath that ends up with him giggling at the bath bombs shaped like donuts. And then when he's nice and relaxed you lay him down on the bed to give him a massage and shit you're good at it â Got him melting into the bed and dopey brained in minutes.
Oh and Gaz feels like he HAS to repay you with sex, it's not like his ex did anything for him for free without wanting something in return. But you're just comfortable laying down with him in the bed and watching the movie. I can definitely imagine him deciding to try this 'not toxic sex life' thing by just, while you two are cuddled up watching a movie, just lazily kissing you instead of trying to sneak a grope at your junk. Just Gaz kissing your temple or cheek and feeling light hearted when you turn your head to reciprocate.
Gaz wanting to try some lingerie for you but he's unsure - his ex always hated the idea, thought Gaz was supposed to be the dominant manly one cause he's the soldier. But he still tries it, even goes out to buy a nice pair of lingerie (says it's for his gf when he goes to buy it) and takes hours trying to decide if he should send the photo or nat. Chooses to send you one regardless and then turns his phone off cause he's kinda scared to see what you'll say. Then he's wonderfully surprised when he turns the phone on cause the curiosity is eating him alive, and finds all of your messages just complementing it.
Also Gaz who gets kinda bothered that you're not as demanding of sex as his ex was, that there's no 'passion' (in his eyes anyway, he's just not used to not being slapped around in the first five minutes of sex) in the bedroom so he thinks you're not into him or something. So he tries to purposely deny sex so you get pent up, like purposely sending you revealing pictures of himself but when you get home saying he's too tired or something
And he keeps getting more and more annoyed and has this tight bad feeling in his chest when you honor his words and don't engage after he says he's tired, in his mind it's like you don't find him attractive at all.
And like, imagine waking up in the middle of the night and he's slowly jerking off. You ask if he wants some help, but he acts a brat and says no but continues to stroke himself. You say you need to talk cause you don't understand why he keeps doing this and then not committing to have sex.
And it turns into a teary confession session but Kyle's so horny and pent up cause it didn't feel right jerking off without you there so you end up talking him through the masturbation session and when I say it's the hardest he's ever cum in his life (up to that point) I mean it.
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tell me that manâs worst fantasy i wanna know what he thinks about when heâs alone and horny (please!)
So, this one time you fully slapped Soap across the face. You were just play fighting, or sparring, generally horsing around really, and heâd been egging you onââCâmon, hen, I bet it doesnât even sting, look at those arms aâyoursââand you just went for it.
His face was throbbing for a few hours afterword. You were equal parts fervently smug and truly sorry about it, but the thing is, he was half mast for the rest of the day until he got back to his bunk that night.
It didnât take him very long to work himself up to one of the hardest erections heâs ever had in his life, thinking over and over again about the slap of your hand to his cheek, the wrench of his face to the side, the lightning-quick impact blooming immediately into a sharp, aching burn. Thinking, too, about your laughter, giddy and victorious at putting him in his place.
Slap. Burn. Laughter. Slap. Burn. Laughter.
He finished so hard he actually shot cum onto his own chin.
And you can BET he thinks about it again, whenever he has the opportunity.
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begging kyle to do it raw :(
saw this tweet and thought to myself: how do i make this about kyle garrick? (afab!reader)
cw: nsfw, breeding kink!!!!, fingering, vaginal sex, uhh kyle garrick is a warning
reblogs are appreciated âĄ
Kyle was, by a huge margin, the sweetest guy you have ever dated. He would always make time to text you a 'good morning' or 'good night' even when he was busy, had scheduled flower deliveries if he was going to be away for a while, and make sure you were always taken care of financially.
However, you found out recently he could have a little bit of a mean streak in bed.
His lips travel slowly from the column of your neck to your chest before finding your nipple. He licks tentatively while his hand travels south to your navel. You moan when his finger reaches your pussy, moving back and forth making squelching noises from how wet you are.
"Kyle, please.." You moan out, unable to take his teasing. Your fingers grip his strong arms as he breathes out.
"Mmm.. be patient, sweetheart. Let me play with this pretty little pussy first." He comes back up to pull you into a slow kiss, his tongue meeting yours. The way he kisses drives you insane, his tongue skillfully exploring your mouth. He groans when you try to kiss him rougher and slips a finger easily into your walls.
"Ah, fuck.." Your back arches as he slips his finger deeper into you, momentarily breaking the kiss as your eyes close. The moment you do, you feel a bite on the side of your neck and your eyes open in surprise.
"Don't look away from me. Look at me when I make a mess out of you." He leans back, giving you a perfect view to his finger that's thrusting in and out of your slick pussy as his other hand plays with your clit.
You feel your breath get heavier, eyes hazy, and mind cloudy from the immense pleasure you feel. You can feel his eyes on you, watching your every move like hawk as his cock begins to twitch.
His hand begins to move faster and you can hear the sound of your slickness as he fingers you. One of your hand goes to your nipple, fingers pinching and rubbing lightly. With your other, you grasp Kyle's leaky cock in your hand, squeezing him lightly as you begin to stroke him.
"Fuck, you're doing so well for me," His praise shoots straight to your core as you start squirming in bed. "You wanna cum, baby?" He doesn't falter in his pace, inserting another digit as your walls begin to clench on his fingers.
"Y-yeah, wanna cum so bad Kyle.."
"Mmm.. that right? You wanna cum on my fingers?" You nod, unable to speak. You feel pressure build as your heart begins to beat faster, you were so, so, close.
And then he stops.
You whine out in protest and stare at him in confusion. You feel the pressure subside as Kyle grins at you, stroking himself.
"The only thing you're cumming on is my cock, baby." You couldn't even protest, legs spreading immediately to accommodate him. He hums at your submission and strokes your thigh. You hear a plastic rip and you see him about to put a condom on. Using protection was a normal part of your sex life, but today, something in you didn't want the latex barrier between you and Kyle.
You sit up and grab the condom on his hand as he looks at you questioningly. One of his eyebrow raises and you feel heat rise to your cheeks.
"Can we.. not use the condom?" You ask shyly. He was motionless for a second, before his face morphs into a cocky grin.
"Yeah? You want me to fuck you raw?" He inches his face closer to you, lips a breath away from touching. Nodding, you slowly take the condom away from his hand and throw it on the floor.
"Say it." He goads as he slowly pushes you back. "Say what you want me to do to you." He taps his cock on your clit a few times, dragging it over your slick folds and positioning it at your hole. You stay silent, hand over your face in embarrassment. He leans over you and pulls your hand away.
"I'm not gonna fuck you until you say it." He threatens. You huff out, pouting as you stare up at him.
"Kyle.." He only raises an eyebrow, continuing to thrust shallowly, the tip almost slipping in. The head of his cock rubs on your clit teasingly and you feel lightheaded. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck me raw, want to feel all of you in me. Need you to feel you cum inside me." You plead, hand going to his neck and dragging his mouth down to you as his cock slips in your walls. He groans into your lips and begins rocking forwards, inching more of himself into you.
"So fucking good for me, telling me what you want." He's fully in you now, hips moving to pull out halfway before slamming in fully.
"Don't worry baby, I'll give you what you want. I'll fill you up nicely, keep all of me inside you until it takes, yeah?" He whispers breathily. Your legs cross between his back, pulling him closer every time he bottoms out.
"Y-yeah.. fill me up Kyle, want it so bad, want you so bad." You whimper when his tip hits the gooey spot inside you. With the way your bodies are pressed together, you feel every clench of his abdomen as he thrusts his leaky cock in you, the raw feel of him causing tingles up and down your spine.
"You're so fucking tight, how long have you wanted this huh?" His hand grabs both your cheeks as you can feel yourself start to drool a little. Tears fill your eyes at the immense pleasure Kyle is giving you.
Your walls clench to his rhythm, hips colliding against one another as he grunts with every thrust. The combined mess of your juices are spilling out of your hole, causing a wet mess on the bed.
You can only grunt out 'ah, ah, ah's as Kyle fucks you absolutely stupid. His dick is overwhelmingly thick, filling you like never before and the heat of him causes more pleasure to shoot through your body.
"You're gonna let me fuck you raw from now on, aren't you? Let me fill your sweet little pussy?" The logical part of your brain knows you should think about it more, but with every snap of his hips and the tip of his cock hitting your cervix you know you could never go back.
"Yeah, yeah. Gonna let you fuck me raw whenever you want," You nod, tears fully flowing from your face from the sheer pleasure. "Want you to cum inside me," Whining, you stick your tongue out, searching for his desperately.
He coos at you and relents, giving you what you want. Your tongue continues to explore his mouth when you feel his finger rub at your clit again.
"You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?." He whispers, moving his finger in circles as your body begins to twitch.
"S-so close, Kyle. Please, let me cum." You beg, legs dangling uselessly behind him as he's basically folding you in half now.
"Been so good to me, go on. Cum for me." Instantly, you feel your core clench hard on his cock as your back arches. Your entire body tightens as your mouth opens despite no sound coming out. Your orgasm washes over you in pulses, legs still twitching as you come down from your high.
Kyle continues fucking you slowly through it, eyes staring at you in wonder. He wipes the tears from your cheeks and presses kisses to your face.
"Beautiful." He whispers on your skin, fucking you slowly but deeply still. You were still slowly coming down from your high, not knowing how long Kyle stays moving inside you. The wetness from your cum helps him move even easier now as he starts moving faster again. Putting your mouth to his ear, you begin to whisper in his ear.
"Cum in me Kyle, want to feel you dripping out of me," He groans at your words as his rhythm starts to become frantic and you know he's close.
"Oh fuck," He grinds deeply into you, moaning. You feel the hot spurts of his cum coat the inside of your walls, branding you from the inside as his.
You moan out at the feeling and pull him closer to your chest as his cock continues to twitch out every last drop of his cum. He huffs, breathing heavily for a few minutes.
When he starts to pull out, you feel globs of his cum begin to leak out of you when he grabs your hips and tilts them upwards, preventing anymore from leaking out. He flops down, using both his arms to prevent his full weight from crushing you.
You were running your hand through his hair slowly, feeling yourself start to drift off when Kyle speaks.
"Hope you know I was serious about fucking you raw from now on."
notes: blushing and losing consciousness as i finish writing this goodbye i am going to go on ao3 and scour kyle garrick tags
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pornstar!gaz
there is not a coherent plot for this au, just fun little stories (:
excited to work with you
practice
sweating
whispering
cat and mouse
threesomes
lingerie
no condoms
squirting
faking orgasms
beg
mommy kink
pegging
hickeys
honeymoon
drunk night
toys
chocolate
more mommy kink
kyle's jealous
kyle's jealous (again)
you suck him off
kyle's jealous (final)
ps!gaz archive
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GAZ & PRICE IN ATOMGRAD RAID EP. 2 | MODERN WARFARE II
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kyle is truly the kinda man who will give you the best sex of your life, wring orgasm after orgasm out of you effortlessly. and then he gets out of bed and pulls some sweats on and mutters that he's gonna go make dinner, giving you the sweetest little kiss to your forehead before leaving. acts like you're not laying there still twitching and trembling from how hard he just made you cum đââď¸
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