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Gaz being Gaz

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IN LOVE

vampire!Gaz.

but hear me out. he has a strict moral code. a very, very thin line on which he walks, according to his carefully structured guidelines.

when he meets you, it's almost like those suddenly go up in flames. he doesn't abandon them, sure. and you don't ask him to.

but it's really damn hard, when he's got you sweet and pliant like this, fangs softly dragging against your throat.

you gulp, lips parting in a ghostly little gasp you can't hold back. "I thought... I thought you didn't feed from the throat." you manage in a raspy, almost too quiet question.

"Startin' to wonder why.." he groans, hands tightening at the edge of your jaw, holding you in place with a strength that has you almost seeing stars.

"Kyle," you whimper, because his fang nicks at your neck, and you can feel the slightest sting of pain starting to bloom in your pristine skin.

"Too dangerous," he mutters, more to himself. his lips close, and then pucker against your skin, leaving a slight, devastating kiss to your trembling shoulder. he heaves a sigh. "You're too fucking dangerous, bunny."

you don't know what to say, but you squeeze the nape of his neck, where your hands are intertwined.

"I could kill you—" his voice sounds restrained. sharp. a bit like he's trying not to scare you, but also trying to get his point across. "Bite right here—" another kiss, this one on the skin where shoulder and neck meet. "right here. and it would be over."

"I trust you." you do. implicitly. Gaz has never once out your life in danger — never once has even hinted at being a dangerous person. but your pulse races, and he feels it under his lips.

"Stupid, stupid little bunny." he coos, as if faced with a broken lesser animal. heat swoops in your tummy.

"Kyle," you whine, this time trying to get him to do something — anything.

he shushes you. raises his head and presses a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Come on." his hand leaves a sharp little tap on your thigh. "On the bed. I'm hungry."

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E, K, O, R, S, and V Gaz.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - NSFW Alphabet

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's fairly experienced with quickies/one night stands, but not actual relationships. Once you start an actual relationship with each other he has to get used to more than just fucking and never seeing each other again. But, he loves it, getting to know everything that makes you tick.

He knows what he's doing enough to make you cum, but as you date each other longer he can have you seeing spots behind your eyelids with how hard you cum.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise kink - Kyle lives for being praised, and that definitely carries over to the bedroom. He wants to know how much you love him, how good he feels, how good you feel because of him.

Overstimulation/Dumbification - Fuck him until all he can think about is you. He likes to get away from the pressures of work, and he trusts you completely to take care of him once he's too far gone to think properly.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He's 50/50. If he's receiving Kyle is an absolute wreck, unable to control his hips from jerking if you're giving him a blowjob and can't stop the way he tightly fists your hair when you're going down on him.

If he's giving he's pulling out all the stops, taking you down his throat, letting you fuck into his mouth until he's gagging and tears are gathering in his eyes. Prefers giving you oral as a lead up to fucking him.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He's willing to try the majority of things once. If it's something he thinks he definitely won't like he won't try it. He can be convinced to take risks if he's horny enough, but if anyone catches you two fucking, he's going to need to take a break from anything risky for a while until he can get over his embarrassment.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Depends how quickly you're making him cum. He can cum 2/3 times in succession if you keep going, but after the 3rd time he's starting to reach his limits. You can maybe wring a 4th orgasm out of him, but after that he's done. If you're determined to torture him throughout the night, with ample time to recover in between rounds he can go all night, just don't expect much from him the next day.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He moans quite loudly, to the point where he usually tries to muffle them. If you make it so he can't, by holding his wrists behind his back for example, he'll try to hold them in, but with the way you're pleasuring him they always slip out. I think he also curses a lot, no other words can tell you how he's feeling other than a 'Fuck' or 'Shit'.

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(gn!reader, mdni 18+ | tw: dubcon)

going on a camping trip with gaz and having to share a sleeping bag with him at night

somehow you'd forgotten yours, even though you swore you had it with you when you were loading up the car. it was nighttime and it was cold and dark and had gaz not offered to share then you'd most certainly frozen to death (as if he'd let that happen).

"sharing body heat is most effective," he'd told you. and you were in no position to argue. plus that kind smile of his and the way he lifted the opening of the sleeping bag for you to crawl into? how could you deny that offer?

but the innocent cuddling just wasn't enough. the breeze kicking into the tent and through the opening of the sleeping bag has you shuddering against him. the sleeping bag wasn't able to accommodate two people, after all. that prompts gaz to start lightly rubbing his hands over your arms, "to stay warm, spread heat." he said. and then trailing down to your sides and as far down he could reach on your legs because he said he wanted to cover as much area as possible. even though his hands were lightly grazing every so often against your ass.

handsy, handsy, handsy. just wants to make sure you're warm! but are you still chilly? isn't that what the goosebumps are from? maybe your clothes are just in the way. he coaxes you to take off your shirt, proves that you'll be much warmer with direct skin contact by smoothing his palms over your back, your stomach, and trailing up towards your chest...

it's hot all of a sudden, a little too hot. and maybe that's what clouds your judgement because you agree. and gaz couldn't get your clothes off any quicker. it's hard at first because you don't get out of the sleeping bag. gaz's hands work calmly and efficiently, tracing over your skin and undressing the both of you.

"feel better?" he asks you with a smooth voice in your ear. his skin is so warm against yours and you're practically shuddering from his lips grazing your ear. he hugs you so tightly and those hands don't stop roaming. he's spreading the heat and those goosebumps on your skin only seem to convince him that this isn't working.

he keeps saying that you need to move to generate heat, that's why he's moving his hips like that. might as well move his hips and his hands to be as efficient as possible.

you're overheating at this point. and he's just... grinding so deliciously that it makes your head foggy enough to let him do more. so maybe, just maybe, you'll allow him to get even closer. somehow he tells you that you need to get even closer to get warmer. you aren't sure how that's possible until you feel him prodding at you. when did he pull your underwear down? just barely enough to slip himself out and in between your thighs.

yeah? yeah, baby does that feel good? nice and warm? well, can you do a favor and keep him warm? gaz thinks it's only fair. after all, he's shared his sleeping bag with you and went through all this effort just to keep you warm maybe you can help him out in return.

and god, it's hot. the way he pushes in so slowly, fills you up so completely. he groans, says it feels good. nice, warm, tight. he can't help himself when he starts bucking his hips. you're shivering so he needs to move, does he not? needs to keep you warm, right?

he'll make sure you're warm and satisfied until the sun's up. and hopefully by then you won't see your sleeping bag stuffed in the trunk of the car when you're packing up to leave.

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sex pollen trope where you're the one affected, having been exposed to some dense gas while on an op that felt like harsh sandpaper across your throat and lungs, and now you're a feverish mess on some ratty cot in a safe house and with only ghost as company, it's miserable, as the saying goes.

hair sticking to your sweaty skin, plastered onto your forehead and neck, every swallow feeling like you've got a mouthful of sand, your fluttering pulse wild and deafening in your ears, and the throbbing ache deep in your core, the blistering heat right below your navel— it'd only been uncomfortable in the beginning, the faint throbbing incredibly familiar, but the more you ignored it, the worse it got.

and now you're here, with arousal sticking your underwear to your pussy, unable to do anything about it because your lieutenant is seated in a corner that lets him have both you and the front door within his line of sight. a quick, discreet rub under your clothes is not an option.

someone put you out of your foggy misery.

"squirmin' like a worm on a 'ook isn't gonna help." his staring doesn't either, yet he does it anyway.

"got to make sure ya aren't dyin' on me." you want to snap that you don't think proof of life is on the darkened stain between your legs, the retort pressed behind clenched teeth but another thick wave of bestial need rolls over you and god, you're about to shove your hand into your underwear, propriety be damned—

"best you don't do tha'." why the fuck not? "you'll only get relief for a moment 'fore it comes back twofold." he says as if he's reading off the morning paper and not watching you fight tooth and nail to not fuck yourself against the pillow your head is on. (soap's offer to be friends with benefits is only looking better by the hour.)

you hastily decide that it'll be better than nothing. you'll just have to rub your pussy raw until this drug runs its course and you're telling him to piss off or don't, but you've had enough. you're stuck here with him anyway, no flight home until the morn and you're not about to spend it writhing around.

"if tha's wha' you want," ghost bites his gloves off, spitting them out onto the ground before curling his hands around your ankles and dragging you toward him. "i will help." your entire world narrows down to the feel of him touching your skin, his fingers searing as they hook into the waistband of your pants, and you almost kick him in the mouth trying to get them off faster.

"but 'm not fuckin' you." the bite of disappointment is quickly forgotten, his breath warm against your slick pussy, and after three quick glides of his tongue over your pearl, your orgasm crests, pulse after pulse of pleasure so potent it stung.

in less than a minute you're burning again, need thrumming through you and with the heady push and drag of his middle finger over your sensitive nerves, curling in you until he can fit two, three—

you're lost.

(ghost telling you that he's not doing anything else because if he's going to fuck you then you're going to remember it falls on ringing ears.)

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Soap putting you in a headlock when fucking you into the mattress, his chest against your back as his hips snap against the fat of your ass. You're clawing against his forearm which only makes him chuckle and comment about how feisty you are while he hits so deep inside you that you damn near scream.

Biting down hard enough to leave indents on his bicep and not letting go until he uses his other hand to wrench your head away by your hair with a snarl. Snapping your jaw at him while he stares down with feral blue eyes, "Ye wannae play rough?"

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Kyle, that evil fucker, mirrors every reaction you make.

He's got your knees pushed back as far as they'll go, and as that gasp slips out of you, he's right there, copying it. He slides into you slow, whining just like you do, a smug chuckle slipping out while he presses his forehead to yours.

"Ah, ah-" His voice matches yours, mocking, his mouth twisting into a grin.

When you turn your head away, embarrassed, he grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense, brown eyes. He loves when you pout, his brow furrowing, mimicking your frustration with cruel precision.

"What's wrong? Want me to stop?" That grin stretches wide across his face when you shake your head desperately.

"No, no, no-" he mocks, voice high-pitched, laughing at the way you crumble under him.

But the second you clamp down on him in that way, he's all nods and hums, pleased, grinding into you until your legs shake. Then he's back at it, slamming into you again, panting just like you, throwing a mean laugh when you curse at him.

"Fuck me? Yeah, fuck me?" His voice is biting, playful, right before he sinks his teeth into your neck and pounds harder into the spot that makes everything go white.

He only gets serious when you're teetering on the edge. You're breathless, pleading, telling him exactly what you need, and he's listening, nodding like he's taking orders.

"Right here? Like that? C'mon, use your words."

And when you finally tip over, he's right there with you, pulling back just enough to mirror your face. Brows furrowed, jaw slack, breathless. Not to tease, but because the pleasure's consuming him too. Maybe even more.

//shout-out to @kyletogaz for the whole kyle mimicking thing that I haven't been able to get out of my head//

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fae prince!gaz… <3

cws: drugging/aphrodisiacs (faery food), intoxication, dubcon, fae promises wink wink

fae prince!gaz who’s been watching you from the woods beside your countryside airbnb, who waits until the night you venture outside in the darkness to cast his spell.

stumbling upon his faery ring in the english countryside, you step into it before you realize what you’ve done. the beautiful, inhuman man in the middle of the circle seems delighted by this, immediately taking your shaking form in his arms.

he produces a lovely looking fruit from his pocket, holding it up towards your firmly closed mouth. the smile he’s had since you got caught in the ring only gets bigger as he croons, “come on, little human. it will be the best fruit you’ve ever had. don’t you want to dance with me?” you look up at him and his cat-like eyes, and suddenly it seems like such a good idea… maybe one bite won’t hurt. as your lips close around the skin of the fruit, sweet juice bursting onto your tongue, gaz’s eyes flash. “yes, good, sweetling.”

you dance together until you feel a heat beginning between your legs, so sudden and sharp it makes you stumble in his arms. gaz’s face contorts into faux concern, asking you if you’re alright. as you look at him the heat only surges, becoming a roaring fire. he’s so beautiful. you need him.

gaz seems to sense this, his lock of concern morphing into something feral and wild.

“come on, little human. kiss me, and it’ll all feel better. i promise you.”

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nothing explicit but minors dni regardless!! +18 gaz teaching you how to really kiss. sitting on the edge of your bed while he sits next to you. you'd only briefly mentioned how you'd never been given much of a chance to learn to kiss besides a few pecks from exes that left you wanting for more. (or the one time you asked soap to teach you and it felt like he was trying to eat your face.) you wanted to learn how to take the lead and just savor the moment. and gaz is just all too ready to help.

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day 23 - semi-public [g.g.garrick]

kyle “gaz” garrick x fem!reader

content warnings; fucking in an alleyway, p in v, almost caught (by a stranger)

notes; i use shh too much in my writing

kinktober/flufftober masterlist

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“oh fuck, kyle,”

“shh, i know, baby,”

you’d been teasing kyle all evening, from “accidentally” flashing him right before you’d had to leave, to sliding your hand just a little too far up his thigh when you were sat in the pub. it had gotten to the point where even johnny was giving him concerned looks, going as far as asking if he was okay after his breath had hitched suddenly, adjusting his trousers to try and hide the way his cock had chubbed up under your touch.

eventually reaching his limit, he’d dragged you outside, pulling you into a nearby alleyway before pushing you against the wall, mouth moving against yours, devouring you as his fingers encased your neck, gentle pressure against the sides.

you squealed when he lifted you up, legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he pulled your thoroughly soaked underwear to the side, pulling out his cock to rub the tip against your dripping slit, slowly pushing in to your tight heat, letting out a low groan against your lips.

his thick cock near split you open, cunt pulsing to try and accommodate him, head tossing back with a muffled moan, hand covering your mouth as a poor attempt of staying undiscovered.

“gotta keep quiet, dollface. don’t want one of the boys seeing y’like this, do ya?”

“no, just you, only you,”

his hand gripped at your ass for leverage, face buried in the juncture of your neck, panting and gasping into the damp skin, balls slapping against the fat of your ass.

your eyes watered at the overwhelming feeling of him pounding his hips into you, mixed with the curly, wiry hairs above his dick brushing against your pearl with each thrust, whining quietly into the dark alley.

you both stilled when a man came round the corner, only a couple of meters away. the dark lighting just about covered you, but you met kyle’s gaze with wide eyes, palm still covering your mouth, his dick still fully bottomed out in you.

the man stumbled around, before unzipping his fly and taking a leak, piss splattering on the ground as he muttered to himself. you struggled to hold in your laugh, both from the absurdity of the situation and some of the words that came from his mouth.

finally letting out your giggles when the man left, kyle chuckled with you and sighed a breath of relief, moaning at the way you clenched down on his length with each laugh. he was unable to help himself and quickly resumed his movements, too caught up in the feel of you to laugh at the way you whimpered in surprise, fingers clutching at his shirt.

“m’close, can’t hold back much longer,” he warned, hips stuttering against yours.

just about managing to gasp out a little ‘me too’, your legs shook as you gripped desperately at him, pleasure almost too much to bare. loud moans filtered through your palm as skilled fingertips swirled figure eights on your clit, you sloppily rolled your hips back against his, meeting his thrusts.

“come on, baby, wanna feel ya cumming round my cock. let go f’me,”

brain short circuiting, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, electrifying pleasure washing over you as you came together, your pulsing cunt filled with the pearly cum spurting from his tip.

you went slack in his arms, foreheads pressed together as your chests heaved from exertion, watching each other with half-lidded eyes.

he carefully placed you down, pulling your underwear and skirt back in place before putting his cock away. he kept you close to him, peppering kisses on whatever bare skin he could find as you readjusted yourself, stroking over the wild tendrils of your hair.

“was that okay, sweet girl?”

“eh, mediocre at best,” you winked, turning to go back into the pub with wobbly legs and his cum dripping down your thigh.

he followed after you, snorting when you nearly fell over as your legs gave out, “y’cheeky little shit.”

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john making simon watch you get the pounding of your life because the two of you got into a nasty little argument, resulting in simon taking his anger out on johnny's ass.

he didn't even stop when you walked into your shared bedroom to see johnny getting his back blown out by your man. he only ordered you to sit and watch as johnny's moans and whines and the sounds of skin slapping filled the room, cum and drool staining your sheets.

simon had the audacity to groan when he saw the tears welling up in your eyes, bottom lip quivering. he always did get off on making you cry.

now he sits with a hard, leaking cock, hands restrained behind the back of the chair as he's forced to watch you get fucked by his captain. despite the way he snarls and grits his teeth, he still twitches and drools in his pants when your cunt gushes around john's cock for the nth time, the desperation to join becoming unbearable. it doesn't help that you're making the prettiest noises, writhing as john folds you into full nelson, your body on full display. simon's seething, so pissed off because he can't touch himself, and he can't even lap at your sloppy pussy or suck on your pretty clit.

"dirty mutts like you get nothin'," john barks when simon pathetically demands to be allowed to touch you, his hips effortlessly working to bring you over the edge again. "you'll never fuckin' learn if i don't teach you how to play nice with your toys; what kind of captain would i be, eh?"

you're babbling incoherent nonsense, not a thought in your head as john's gravelly voice coos sweet things into your ear, calling you his perfect girl while he kisses away your tears. you feel like you're floating right up into the ether, another orgasm ripping through you when he rubs tight, firm circles over your sensitive clit, drool running down your chin at the immense pleasure tingling all over your body.

you aren't sure if you actually heard it before you passed out in john's arms at the end of it all, but you swear he grunted, "i fuckin' own you, so i own her. my pretty pussy, my pretty girl."

(meanwhile, kyle's sorting johnny out in another room, edging him nice and long for being such a slut. if he wanted a good fuck, kyle was right there, and he's feeling offended.

"is it cause i'm not taken?" kyle huffs, cruelly twisting his fist around the head of johnny's cock and grinning meanly at the broken sob he gets in return.)

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18+ MDNI — soapgaz x f!reader

boyfriends soap and gaz who have a habit of sending each other videos of themselves having sex with you. not in a braggy, "haha she prefers my dick" type of way, but more like a "dude look how hard she came when i touched her like this, you gotta try it, man" way.

boyfriends soap and gaz who have a groupchat for you to send your nudes so they can jerk off together.

boyfriends soap and gaz who are supposed to be giving you attention but they can't stop kissing each other when they're between your legs.

boyfriends soap and gaz where one of them positions you perfectly—holding your legs apart, angling your hips just right, keeping your head steady, holding your tits in place, etc—just to watch the other man lose his mind over how good you feel.

boyfriends soap and gaz that turn any friendly competition into an excuse to fuck you first.

boyfriends soap and gaz where one of them always has a hand under your shirt while the other always has a hand in your pants.

boyfriends soap and gaz who rile each other up by talking about how tight and wet you are; sometimes they end up fucking each other to the thought of you.

boyfriends soap and gaz who always make special requests of the other man to fuck you when one of them is away. basically making specialized porn for them to watch when they miss you.

boyfriends soap and gaz <3

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I hope you know you opened my third eye to bully kink, absolutely the best, most cohesive way to combine all of my kinks, thank you so much

Also you know how most real world bully's are like that cuz of insecurities? Maybe bully soaps the bottom bitch of the 141 and reader walks in on some group hazing thing with him. He's already all teary and frustrated and horny and NOW reader chooses the time to walk in???? Ooooooof I can't decide if it's better if Johnny has to just take it and have reader watch or if he snaps and drags her in for some rough fucking in front of the rest of the 141

I cannot begin to tell you how much I love when you guys tell me that i made you enjoy a new kink or something like that

cw: bullying, dubcon, (kinda?) poly!141,

oh yes. of course he's the bottom bitch of the 141, he's shorter & smaller than them and a little sensitive too. naturally they'd love bullying him; the sane way he bullies you. the three of them manhandling him, pushing him around, degrading him or making him suck them off.

sooner or later you're bound to see them get on him, whether you like it or not - you walk into the meeting room you left about 20 minutes ago, having forgotten something. you don't knock because you know its usually empty fast after meetings, but not this timer. you're met with the sight of soap cornered, Gaz feeling him up and tugging on his clothes, his mohawk in a tight grip from ghost who's other hand is holding his chin to make him look at price; sat in a chair and smoking a cigar, spitting insults and mocking soap. their heads all turn towards you, the 2 guys as price smirks. "see who it is. how lovely." he murmurs.

soap is struggling, crocodile tears in his eyes as he tries to hide his semi from everyone. you're shocked, flushed and a bit intimidated; maybe even scared that youre next. but they keep going, price invites you to watch while soap's whines grow louder and more desperate. you cant tear your eyes from the sight; not until you make eye contact with him and you just know you're fucked. he gives you a glare that makes you leave, flee from what you know is coming to you once he's allowed to leave.

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bully!Soap who never insults your looks, you were his pretty little cry baby. he craved seeing you whimper and whine, he loved the thrill of you fighting back with tears on your cheeks

he however hates seeing those pretty eyes pained. when the two of you were 10 years old is when he made the grave mistake of mocking your teeth for the first time, he was experimenting at the time and he q u i c k l y learned that is not what he wants, not at all, after watching tears of genuine hurt pool at the corner of your eyes, not meeting his eye as you cover your mouth with your hand and fleeing

you didn’t smile for weeks and everyone avoided the boy, who stared at you, willing you to l o o k at him

the first time he ever heard a boy a grade higher than the two of you utter the word “fat” in your direction, he blacked out, only coming back when two teachers were hauling him off the boy, knuckles busted and dripping blood, and the boys face was a proper mess

when they were dragging Johnny towards the office, he caught sight of you, staring at him, hands clutching his book bag and cheeks glistening in the afternoon sun, eyes wide and curious

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Cw: Nsfw (141 x fem!reader, live together)

Beside you, Kyle is the first to wake up in the morning. He’ll pad towards the kitchen, enjoying the sight of you making your morning drink silently, before moving to stand right behind you, arms wrapped around your waist as he grinds he bulge lazily against your ass. He just wants to feel your warmth, how nice your soft flesh press against his cock.

“Just want to feel you, baby. It’s so cold out here.” He’ll unabashedly slip his hands under your pajamas shirt, kneading your breasts and tugging at those sensitive buds, forcing you to stop brewing your drink because you might spill the liquid.

Kyle just want to get an orgasm from you, a gift for you two morning birds, he claims before succumbing to sleepiness and tuck himself back under the duvet, fully content with being the first man making you come undone everyday, and sleeps in 5 more minutes.

You know Johnny will drag you into the shower with him whenever he comes back from his morning jog. You chide him before he engulfs you in his embrace, lightheartedly calling him a stinky man and shush him to go shower first.

So his solution is hug you despite your protest, then pull you inside the bathroom together, stripping off your pajamas and his sports wear impatiently before jumping into the shower with you.

“We’re both stinky now, jus’ thought ye might need a shower too.” Johnny grins when you glare at him, shamelessly pretends he’s just ‘looking out for ye’ while his hands traveling across your body, groping and preparing you for his cock with his hard dick prodding at the small of your back. He’ll never hurt you, but as soon as you’re wet enough for his girthy shaft, he’ll pick you up, stretching you deeply and completely with the help of your weight, groans and growls at how good you are, how your precious pussy takes him so good, ignoring Ghost’s noise complaint coming from the other side of the bathroom door as he fucks you fast and feral, making you unable to care about suppressing your moans and cling onto him, let him keep scooping you in his arms and thrust into you till he empty his balls in your good little cunt.

Finally getting Kyle and Johnny pass out from the alcohol, John and Simon manhandle them back to the bedroom before entering the living room again. 00:13, a glance at the clock telling you it’s late in the night, but it’s just the start for the three of you. Retrieving a bottle of fine rum, John seats you between him and Simon, thighs touching with theirs as you all sip on the wine and chat quietly. “The boys will chug the rum like it’s some cheap beer, they can settle with those just fine.” John chuckles lowly and comments on the awful taste and drinking habit of Kyle and Johnny.

“Those bonkers will stick to your side the whole day and complain if they find out, old man.” Simon chimes in after huffing out a laugh at John’s words.

You snicker along with them, feeling fully content and relaxed with squished between two of your lovers, joking about the other two men you loved while the rum flows smoothly down your throat. Soon your composure slips after few nips of the wine, whining cute and groggily as Simon ravish in the kiss with you, tongues dance and tangle with each other in a slow pace, let him drink down all your syrupy moans and coos in rare gentleness, so John can slickens up your pussy with his lips and your juices, making sure you can accommodate their fat cocks later, and you can’t expect or plead him to sink his cock into you already until him and Simon can see your juices dripping down your soaked folds, praying them to fill you up.

The two men will treat you so well, worshipping their dearest girl in the world. Simon’s fingers and lips are always on you when John squeeze his fat tip into your entrance, gliding in and out slowly and heavily, so all those spongy spots of yours that can make you chant his name like a mantra aren’t missed out. When he put a load in you with a husky groan, passing you onto Simon’s lap and let you lean back on his chest, he’ll plant tiny kisses on your shoulder, murmur about how they love you—will protect you and keep you safe and sound—against your skin. Simon allows him to indulge in the heat and tightness of your pussy, grunting and praising you as he fuck John’s cum back inside you, making sure you take each drops of John’s seeds, like the reliable lieutenant he always is for his captain. The base of his length has formed a creamy froth the time he nips down slightly on your shoulder to muffle his moan, drenching your messy cunt with every bit of his release. “Atta girl.” His croon is added with John’s soothing voice “Yeah, been so good for us, princess.”

They both pick up the glass once again to finish the remaining rum, with you already drifting between your slumber and consciousness, listening to their small chatters as your own lullaby. You don’t know when they’ll finish drinking, or if one of them will nestle their cock inside your pussy again, just to feel your walls clenching down subconsciously, but you let yourself slip into a dream, because they’ll take good care of you, always do and always will.

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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.

“You gonna fucking talk to him again, hm?” He spat, licking a stripe of your neck as he held onto your hips, bruising fingers digging litters of marks against your pretty skin.

“N-No Simon,” 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.

“Fucking slut, ain’t you? My dicks not enough for ye’ or something? Gotta get it from everyone?”

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.

“I see you around him again and I’ll kill ‘em, you hear me?”

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 didn’t 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 ‘wait’.

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currently having the softest thoughts about dad!simon :’))

like the way he’s stripping off his Henley t-shirt at the hospital right after you give birth because he “read somethin’ about how bein’ skin to skin is better fer ‘em,” 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. “haven’t ‘ad good sleep in nine months, lovie—i’ll take care of the bug, ‘lright? tha’s it, go back to bed sweetheart.” 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 soap’s cup of whiskey, “fer added flavor”).

the boys actually enjoy having to transition from nights out to the bar to nights crowded in yours and simon’s 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.