#Kyle garrick

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Gaz: Never have I ever been handcuffed Ghost: *drinks* Soap: You've been arrested LT? Ghost: That wasn't the question Y/N: *chokes*

[gloomwitchwrites]

Been absolutely feral for this idea but - request for a reader that matches their partner's freak. Is forward and horny. Throws them a pick up line, slaps their ass, whispers something filthy in their ear 😂 catch the boys off guard but quickly make them love it 🤭

Ty ty!

Ah! Anon, I love this. I love this idea. It's so fun. I think all of us are used to the guys being forward, but not necessarily their partners. This is a nice spin on it, and I'm here for it! Enjoy!!

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Task Force 141 x Reader (can be read as gn!reader) *Price is f!reader

Content & Warnings (MDNI): swearing, dirty talk, established relationship, shenanigans, pick-up lines, implied sexual content

Word Count: 600

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John Price (w/ f!reader)

“I want to bounce on it,” you announce.

John blinks and looks up. Bounce on it?” asks John over his tea mug.

You nod downward toward his dick, and John’s head tilts slightly.

“I mean—I want to sit on your face first. But then I’d like to bounce on it.”

John stares, and you’re not sure if he’s heard you correctly. But then he clears his throat, setting down his mug and the morning paper on the coffee table.

He reclines on his back, resting his head on a pillow. “Come here then,” he purrs, gesturing at his face.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

“Hey handsome.”

Kyle glances up from the stove, one hand clutching the handle of the pan in front of him. He looks around the kitchen as if there is someone else in the room.

“Me?” he asks, pointing at himself.

With a little swagger in your step, you saddle up beside him. Kyle beams, extending his unoccupied arm to accept you into his embrace. You slide your arm around his middle and place your hand on his chest, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Who else?” you reply with an alluring sweetness that has Kyle grinning like an idiot.

“You’re being awfully affectionate,” he muses, kissing your forehead before returning his attention to the pan.

You rub your hand against his chest, pressing in even closer. “Maybe I want something,” you murmur.

“Like what?” he laughs. “My wallet?”

“Like this,” you sigh, reaching down to gently cup him.

Kyle exhales deeply through his nostrils as you continue to rub back and forth, urging his dick toward hardness.

“I’m making dinner,” he breathes, eyelids fluttering slightly as you dip beneath the waistband of his grey sweatpants.

“You can still make dinner,” you reply softly as you slowly sink to your knees.

John "Soap" MacTavish

“There you are,” muses Johnny.

He strides forward, arms encircling you low at your waist, hands resting on your ass. You drape your arms around the back of his neck, bringing him even closer. A mischievous smile spreads across Johnny’s face.

He has no idea you’ve got the same thing on your mind.

“Missed you,” he murmurs, leaning in for a kiss.

“Missed you, too,” you reply, going in for your own.

“You did?” he asks, an eagerness in his tone.

This time when you go in for a kiss, you slow it down, stretch it out. Lingering. Lingering more until he softens, the tip of his tongue teasing your bottom lip.

“I did,” you affirm, opening wider to allow him in.

Your hands descend, slide under his shirt, caressing bare skin. Johnny shivers, and then he’s grinning.

“What are you after?” he asks with a cheeky smirk.

You draw back slightly, giving him your best smile. Leaning in, you press your lips to his ear, whispering. “I want you. Naked. Right now.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” groans Johnny, taking a step back as he starts stripping.

You admire the reveal, salivating over every discarded piece of clothing.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

“Simon.”

“Yes, love?”

You cozy up beside your husband, casually draping your arm around him. Simon leans into your touch.

“Let’s pretend I’m a shark,” you begin.

He glances at you. “A shark?”

“And you’ve got some swimmers I need to swallow.”

Simon stares at you for a long second before he chuckles. “You—”

“I’m not a meteorologist but do you think I could expect a few inches tonight?”

Simon guffaws. “Bloody fucking hell.”

“So, anyway,” you sigh. “Wanna go fuck?”

He sighs, shakes his head, but you see the smile.

“Simon,” you sing-song.

“Get to the bedroom, love.”

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[scelerate]

SERGEANT KYLE GARRICK & CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE in CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE (2015)

[ottervii]

My Ivy The symbolism of fidelity, friendship, and eternity. Not letting go on what it's attached itself to, binding different plants together and giving its love forever. Oh, lovely loyal ivy, with his eternal faithfulness and devotion, undying desires and protection. Remaining evergreen and thriving no matter how harsh and cold the world may be. Oh, lovely resilient ivy, with his continuous endurance and longevity, a gift that represents lasting bonds. I bid you nothing but tender affection and a fulfilling life, to go forth and intertwine your beliefs and affection for those you want to guard. To those you hold dear To those you fight standing for To those who need your unyielding sword Oh, my lovely little ivy, I know you will do so much. No matter where you stand amongst your fellow plants, I will forever love you and only you. My loyal, resilient, little ivy. My knight.

-o7

[decaffeinatedcandycane]

How I imagine it started -

Price, unable to turn: What the...

Price, removing his sleeping mask: Kyle what the fu-? John let go of my fucking leg?!

Soap, squishing the captain between himself and Kyle: We got scared.

Price: Wha-?

Gaz, whispering: Of broccoli.

Price, groaning: What are you on, lads?

Ghost, from the shadows: Mind if I squeeze in?

Price, clutching his heart: Goddammit, Simon.

John price has a needlessly big bed.

Something the rookies and others like to winge about. "What is it with Captains and higher up needing huge beds?"

Contrary to the rumours, John didn't feel he needed a huge bed for power reasons, or to feel important.

No he just valued his large bed because every night at least one of his team, if not all three other team members would crawl their way into his bed in the middle of the night.

And a single bed just really wouldn't fit 4 muscular tall military men.

[girl-lostconnection]

Another one in addition to this because I need it

Husband!Kyle who diligently tracks your periods and notes the symptoms and takes note of which products work better for you. Pads or tampons or cups or anything at all. Whatever makes you comfortable, love.

Husband!Kyle who knows he needs to give you a little bit of space. When in more agitated state of yours induced with pain of your uterus shedding a lining and him making a loud noise with a spoon you send him a glare so scalding his tea doesn’t really feel hot anymore.

Husband!Kyle who just cleans the place. He opens the windows and mops the floors and does the laundry and brings you folded warm clothes to change into if you’d like. He washes the dishes while you are in the shower and changes sheets on the bed. He makes you tea and pulls out your favourite snack to bring it to you.

Husband!Kyle who knows how much you get annoyed by clutter and your house being messy. He also knows that you are in pain and exhausted from the start — you don’t have the energy to fix the thing, but it will bother you. He can’t have that.

Husband!Kyle who makes sure you don’t have to get up more than strictly necessary, that your book is close, that your phone is charged, that the snacks are right next to bed. Husband!Kyle who prides himself on knowing what you need and when you need it.

He is careful and gentle when you wiggle yourself in his arms and sigh in his neck, feeling as miserable as it gets but his palms on your back are godsend.

Husband!Kyle who coaxes you into taking painkillers one more time and softly squeezes your biceps when you do, his kiss behind your ear melting some of your spikes.

Husband!Kyle who orders food, glazing through your order because of course, he remembers it, darling. You didn’t marry him just cause he’s pretty, did you not?

Husband!Kyle who brings you a cup of ice cream wrapped in a warm towel. Because you are sensitive on your period, because the cup is too cold, because it’s going to upset you even if you aren’t going to say anything.

Husband!Kyle who smiles when after the first few days you come to him yourself, finally in a state where you can tolerate your husband squeezing you in hugs and manhandling you around the house. Husband!Kyle who can’t help but feel a little giddy when you hug him from behind and kiss his shoulders and say “thank you, Kyle”.

Husband!Kyle who leans into you, murmurs “it nothing, love”. But it’s not nothing. It’s everything.

It’s why he does it. It’s why he remembers your orders and your icks and your ticks.

Husband!Kyle who kisses your nose, grinning so wide his eyes crinkle in the corners with the joy of it.

Husband!Kyle who doesn’t mind you being cranky or silent or needing more space than usually. After all you always come back to him.

After all, he knows you better than anyone else.

And that’s how it’s going to stay.

[kkusuka]

gaz is a pretty good guy, at least he likes to think so.

he does what he can to keep people safe, even at his own expense. he listens to orders and protects his brothers in arms. when he goes home, he helps around the house and cooks and cleans for his mom- he really is the perfect guy!

until it comes to you- the sweet little medic assigned to task force 141 after a particularly gruesome mission scared off their last one. just like the one before that, and like the two before him, but he'll be damned if they scare you away somehow.

and god you're just so sweet. you know exactly what's wrong just by looking at them, and you patch them up so so so good. and you look at kyle with such wide eyes and that precious smile that he just can't bring himself to return (too busy make sure you can't see the tent in his pants growing or hear the whistles of the rest of the task force).

and kyle still thinks he's a good guy- but good guys don't purposely get hurt so you have to spend more time with him after missions. and good guys don’t steal gloves to jerk off with later and imagine that it’s you. and good guys definitely don't tell their medic about hoe pent up they are and how they haven't been able to fuck a pretty bird in months and that's why he keeps messing up.

and good guys most definitely do not take their medics offer to fuck them to release that steam or take them right back to the barracks they share with their closest men. and good guys don't fuck the ever living daylight out of their bird and leave their legs useless.

but gaz can be a good guy for you later, right now he just needs to be between your thighs.

can you tell that i want to be the 141's pretty little medic yet?

[mactavishenjoyer]

Gaz:"did you block me?"

Soap:"no, my account got taken down."

Gaz:"oh shit why?"

Soap:"no idea."

Ghost:"he told someone to kill themselves."

Soap:"THEY DESERVED IT!"

[goatgoesmbe]

cant join the protest, so here's my husbands blowing up the parliement

Idk how to fit Price and Ghost here- let's just say Ghost is keeping watch as a sniper, and Price is having a 1v1 with mayor Teddy

what's happening in Indonesia

[write-by-night222]

random headcannons of TF141 + Reader! (also some Los Vaqueros + Shadow Compay)

a/n: hey lovely people, promise I'm not dead. my minds been shit n I got a lot going on in my life so enjoy some shitty headcannons and yes (Reader) is going to be based off my personality for this.

(Reader) who always takes five seconds to process what anyone's saying on base but Ghost swears she can read people's thoughts on missions.

Soap tired to prank (Reader) one day when she was coming out of the showers one day, only yo find out she can swing a lot faster then he can duck.

American!(Reader) who can't for the life of her get over the weird shit the team says. Yet when she gets angry her accent gets really thick and no one can understand her.

(Reader) with a jacked up shoulder + Price with a fucked up knee who remind eachother to take their meds.

American!(Reader) who looks lost when the team works with Los Vaqueros, because everyone just assumed she knew Spanish. The teasing that follows when they find out she took German and American Sign Language is enough to make her think about driving the jeep of the road for a solid minute.

American! (Reader) who frequently tells Graves where to shove his "lifted truck with flags hanging off the back" attitude.

(Reader) who loves water. The team only finds this out during water rescue training when she offers to be the 'victim' everytime just to spend more time in the water.

Sorry for the short post today!

-lil<3

[verb3na]

MDNI! 18+! I will block ageless and empty blogs.

Cw- perv!reader, perv!Gaz, degradation, slutshaming (use of whore), unprotected sex, pure smut.

Wc- 5.2k

Pt. 1

☽☀︎︎☾

You don’t have time for relationships due to working two jobs trying to pay off some debts and Kyle doesn’t have time to be in relationships due to being 141. When you both met, it was strictly roommates. You cooked dinner and he ate if there was enough or if he was even home. Slowly but surely, you made sure to cook enough for him when he was home, maybe enough to take for lunches on base. It was a slow process but it happened, he was grateful for it.

You’ve been attracted to him for a long time, being roommates with him was fun. He was kind, funny, caring, and overall a great person to spend time with. He was even kind enough to take over the chore of laundry when he’s actually home, you absolutely hate laundry.

You’ve heard how good he fucked other women, was it hurtful? Yes. Were you going to say anything? No. But when he was deployed you found something… enthralling about fucking yourself with a thick dildo on his bed. You couldn’t stand the fact that you were just his roommate. But you were too nervous to actually act on your feelings, this’ll have to do.

You used to just use your hand, stroking yourself languidly, then picking up the pace. Imagining how his mouth would caress your most sensitive parts, imagining how his thick digits would feel within, imagining how many of them you could fit before completely losing yourself in him.

You couldn’t count how many times you thought about the way his veins pop when he uses his hands to grip something or how many times you’ve thought about the way his arms flex when he does literally anything. The movements he makes while doing domestic things is enough to feed your daydreams.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the way he lifted your dresser just before he left for his mission. The way his veins in his arms popped, the way his ass stretched his shorts, the way his shirt caught on the front of his body… it always makes your mind twirl.

One night, Gaz doesn’t message you that he was coming home. He entered your shared home and heard some faint noises. He trekked through the house lightly, trying to find them.

When he approached his room, he heard light moans coming through the door. He made his way inside just to see your face in his pillow and ass in the air, not only did this excite him, it fills him with a sense of pride knowing now he’s made you just as perverted as him.

You immediately took cover by sliding off the bed with a blanket when you heard him, not expecting him to come home. All he did was start undressing while you tried to stutter out an explanation. How the fuck do you explain that you were just fucking yourself senseless on your roommates bed?

He approaches you slowly, an expression filled with lust covering his face. You slide back on the floor, still naked but wrapped in a blanket. You continue to stutter and explain yourself as you back up to the wall and he stands about 5 inches from you in his underwear. You notice that he’s chubbing up in his boxers, only serving to fluster you more.

He grabs onto you before lifting you to your feet, the blanket now discarded. He gets closer and nearly pins you to the wall, there’s a space between your bodies but his hands hold you still.

“On my bed?” Kyle brings his face near your neck, his breath causing a shiver to course through your body.

You stay still, unsure what to say. How the fuck do you explain the situation without sounding like some pervert?

“Are you that desperate? That you have to use some toy to satisfy yourself?” he continues as you stand speechless.

“Kyle, I’m sorry! I just-,“ you cut yourself to think for a moment.

“You what? You thought that going at it on my bed was the best way? That the thought of me catching you was the best way to get off?” he spoke lowly as he gripped you harder and guided you to his bed. You don’t reply, you just watch him as he positions you on the bed, he brings you further up and leans over you.

“Don’t think I’ve seen a person as dirty as yourself. Getting yourself off on your roommates bed? That’s pretty dirty love, ever think about what I’d say?” Kyle speaks before you could think of a reply. The sight of him in his boxers drove you insane. The most you’ve seen him in before was basketball shorts, the shorts that show off his V-line nicely.

“Kyle, I swear I can explain-,“ you’d start, causing him to tut at you. Your shoulders lower slightly.

“You think you can explain making a mess out of my bed?” his gravelly tone speaks to your soul. His voice drops a bit more “How many times?”

“What?” you look at him confused and slightly nervous.

“How many times have you gotten yourself off on my bed?” he speaks again.

“Kyle I swear it’s not often, I just wanted to try something new,“ you lie. You’ve been doing this for nearly 2 years. You’ve seen him leave for so many deployments and greeted him with an innocent smile each time.

“Trying something new? How’d it feel? Exhilarating? Shameful?” he’d question you while mapping your body beneath him. You were merely a bunny trapped beneath a wolf.

“I mean I just-,“ your thoughts ran dry as he waited for a response. He only smirks down at you, waiting patiently for your response. You continue to stare up at him, he continues to rub you softly.

“Cat got your tongue?” he murmured as he started to look over your naked form. You should’ve just taken off your pants, pulled out a quick orgasm. Of course you wanted the full show, you wanted to hit all of the sensitive spots while stimulating your clit to the fullest extent the day he didn’t warn you of his arrival. You wanted to make a mess of yourself, you wanted to imagine how it would be with him.

“Kyle, let's just forget this happened… I’m sorry-,“ he cuts you off.

“Forget about it? Forget about a woman I’ve been dreaming about for ages making a whore of herself on my bed? I don’t think so, love,” he gets closer, his breath fanning over your neck. “You never told me how many times,” he hums into your neck, nipping lightly after.

“I didn’t count,” you sheepishly spoke, body tense as you held back a reaction to his nip. He hums lightly at your response. His hands trail lower and hook under your thighs, he uses this as leverage to bring you closer to him.

“What do you like to think about while on my bed?” he hums lowly, kissing from just under your ear and making his way down to your collarbone. One of his hands moves to brace himself on the bed while the other continues to hold the back of your thigh, he presses his hips against yours, providing a small amount of friction from his boxers.

“Uh… I like to think of your hands… they way you would work them on me, how thick they are… how strong your arms look and how you could take me in any position you wanted. How gentle you are with me, I like to think of how you could take care of me out of the bedroom but manhandle me in it…” you ramble, thinking of all of the fantasies you’ve had of him. He nips harder, right at the tender spot above your collarbone, this causes you to gasp very lightly, not expecting the feeling.

“Oh so it’s my hands that get to you love? My muscles too? You’re quite the ego boost. I’ll have to make sure to show off more in front of you,’” his tone cocky.

“Kyle-,” your voice was nearly a whisper, the embarrassment starting to truly get to you. Kyle just continues leaving little love bites in pretty little patterns across your skin. The logical side of your brain was begging you to tell him to stop, you didn't want things to be awkward between the two of you. The other side though, it wanted nothing more than to submit to him and let him treat you the way you’ve imagined for so long. His hand trails from the back of your thigh and rests at the front of your pelvis.

“Should I test how much you prepared yourself for me?” he gives you one of his cocky looks, specifically the one that always makes you roll your eyes. You give a slight nod and he sits up a bit more between your legs.

He pushes your legs apart and then uses one hand to spread you open, he looks as if he's inspecting you. He uses his other hand to tentatively prod at your entrance, looking for any type of reaction. While he can very obviously see how soaked you are, he lets out a hum when he's able to feel it. He slowly presses one of his fingers in. The small stretch feels nice, but he's going too slow for your liking. You lift your hips into his hands, trying to get him to do a bit more, but he immediately takes his hand that was spreading you wide and holds you steady.

“Let me have my fun, yeah?” his eyes finally part from your center.

“You’re such an ass,” you roll your eyes, He lets out a quiet chuckle before looking back down. He keeps his fingers moving slowly, but he does add another. He keeps his pace slow, you have to hold yourself back from grinding into his hand. The way he's using his fingers to caress you slowly was driving you mad, you needed more.

He adds a delicious curl to his fingers as he makes a ‘come hither’ motion within you. You let out a hum and close your eyes, enjoying the feeling. He’s nothing like you expected. You imagined him as rough, wanting to wreck you. From what he’s showing right now, it just seems like he’s trying to thoroughly enjoy the experience. He's enjoying watching you beneath him, letting him do as he pleases to you.

He uses his thumb to rub on your clit, wanting to get more reactions from you. You let out a light moan as he does so. He starts picking up the pace, getting greedy with the sounds your body is making already.

He leans over you again while continuing to work his hand and kisses you. You moan quietly into the kiss as he rubs all of your sensitive spots within that he can reach with his fingers at a steady pace. His lips are soft against yours, he seems to be someone that enjoys foreplay so he doesn’t try to enter your mouth, he’s just enjoying the feeling of your lips against his.

It’s as if feeling your lips against his invigorates him, his hand starts to pick up speed and roughness. His hand is causing you to make wet schlicking sounds, he's definitely doing it on purpose just to rub it in your face. You kept your previous wetness from before you two began and now that he’s actually helping you, it’s causing you to be nothing more than a puddle. Something to manipulate on his command, something for him to play with.

He continues to use his fingers on you, his thumb rubbing in perfect little circles and his fingers curling and uncurling within you. His lips against yours do nothing more than make your sounds increase. The moans against his lips, the sounds your pussy makes, the way your legs slide against the bedsheets. It all encourages him to make more of a mess of you.

You desperately need more than what he’s giving and he can feel it. He can feel the way you hold yourself back from moving your hips into his hand, he can feel the whines that come out instead of loud moans, he can feel your hand snaking its way to the arm that’s bracing himself above you. You grip on his arm tightly, needing something to ground yourself as he continues to increase the speed of the two fingers within and the thumb on your very sensitive clit.

After he gets you soaked and nearly to the point of begging for more against his lips, he pulls his hand away. You groan at the action, not wanting the feeling to end. He looks at your face and grins devilishly.

“Can’t have the fun ending so fast can we Love?” he starts to reposition himself between your legs. He still has his underwear on so there's no surprises, but the scene before you gets your mind reeling.

The view of Kyle kneeling before you between your thighs, could nearly send you over the edge. The devilish look he had crossing his face was nearly uncharacteristic of him. It was almost like you were looking at another man. Kyle is usually a calm, thoughtful and bright man. The way he was looking down at you currently, just proves that there's more to him than you realized before. He wasn’t like any of your fantasies, he wasn’t going to claim you immediately and make you remember him for days to come with the amount of praise he gives you, he was going to do everything painfully slow and degrade you. He was going to slowly coerce every reaction out of you, just to savor each and every reaction. He wanted to watch you slowly fall apart under his grasp.

“Kyle for fuck sakes! Are you just going to stare at me or are you going to do something?!” you spoke with a rushed tone, frustrated by the fact that he pulled away so suddenly and stared at you, you felt as if his stare was starting to become condescending at this point.

“Just enjoying the view, love. You look so desperate right now it’s almost pitiful,” he continues to grin devilishly at you, becoming more condescending each second. You groan and roll your eyes, you start moving further up the bed, wanting to be able to close your legs just a little bit more. It was starting to become embarrassing at this point. The way he was staring was getting to you. This caused him to immediately grab you by the thighs and bring you to the same spot, his hands then went to your hips and held you in place.

“You really think that's the best idea right now? Trying to run from me and hide yourself? I've already seen everything,” he tilts his head slightly as he questions you, falling straight into the condescending mood you were picking up earlier.

“Yeah well I dont like when your stare at me like that, especially after-,” you cut yourself off. He regains his smirk.

“The way I found you spreading yourself across my bed? The way I heard your moans nearly as soon as I entered the apartment? The fact you didn’t count how many timeless you made a mess of my sheets?” he teases you, crawling to loom over your face.

“I swear I washed them each time!” you spoke in another rushed tone, being called out like this was causing you to become more flustered over time. He just hums as he dips his head near your ear.

“Shouldn’t have, would’ve loved to smell you in my bed coming back from missions,” he speaks lowly into your ear.

“Kyle-,” you try to speak but he interrupts you.

“Don’t. I already know what you need and I’m not about to lose that. Been waiting for you for too long, you’re good at hiding the way you feel,” he trails down your neck at a slow pace while he speaks.

When he reaches your collarbone, he suddenly flips over and discards his boxers. Throwing them to an unknown corner of the room. You just watch as he repositions himself between your legs. His cock is firm against his stomach as he does so.

He grips himself and starts to slowly rub his cock from your core to your clit. He moves himself from side to side over your clit before moving it down to your drenched slit and doing the same over again. There's no entrance. Just him coating himself in the slick that’s come out of you. This goes on for a painfully long time, him teasing your hole and then moving up to stimulate with your clit. It's very obvious he's playing with you now. You roll your hips, testing the waters. You perfectly timed the rolls to make his tip slightly break the seal. You hum lightly just as he pulls away.

“I told you to let me enjoy this,” he looks down at you, it still seems condescending but at the same time it has a feeling of frustration. He no longer rubs over your slit, he just watches your clit as he drags his cock from side to side over it. When it releases from the pressure, he immediately starts dragging his member slowly back over it. He continues this a few times before he starts lightly tapping your entrance.

“Kyle, come on,” you breathe out. He chuckles lightly before slowly starting to enter your weeping hole.

He takes it slow at first, just using the tip and watching it pop in and out of you, watching the way your slick soaks more and more of him. You let out little hums as he does so, watching the way he teases you. He still has that same smirk on his face as your entrance practically sucks him right back in everytime he pulls out. He glances up to your face and notices the way you watch him tease you. He then pulls out once again and rests his cock against your clit.

“You’re enjoying the show just as much as I am, aren't you love?” Kyle watches you, watches the way you stare down at his hardness.

“Kyle, your cocky ass attitude is making me want to take my toy and go back to my room and finish the job. Stop playing around,” you move your gaze to his face, now looking at the smirk still crossing his face. He just responds with a low chuckle before positioning himself with his tip barely inside you.

“Ready?” he speaks barely above a whisper. You just respond with a nod as soon as he asks. This results in him curtly bottoming out within you. His hands tightly grip your hips as he tries to push himself as deep as possible. He stops when he kisses your cervix, pushing it a little. You moan behind closed lips, eyes closed tightly. He grinds his pelvis against yours, stimulating your clit. He then pulls back, leaving just his head in before angling his hips sideways and slowly pushing back in. He repeats this notion to the other side after bottoming out once again. It's like he's mapping out the inside of you, trying to memorize every bit of you. The way your walls push on him, the way you moan when he hits those special little spots deep within.

He watches the way your brows furrow, the way your mouth stays slightly ajar as he continues to map you out. He notices the way your legs tense around his hips as he finally and purposely lands on your G-spot. As soon as he does, you moan his name. He groans as leans in closer to you, repeatedly hitting that special spot. You squirm beneath him, making it hard for him to hit the areas that cause you to continuously moan, both coherent and incoherent words falling from your lips as well. There’s nothing but praise and curses coming from you as he moves intently over the spot. He’s taking his time with pleasuring you, wanting this to last as long as possible.

He’s started to continuously rub on the area making you see stars, bottoming out, and then moving his hips up to stimulate your clit with his pelvis. His movements are steady but still slightly slow. He’s attempting to drive you insane. It’s like he knows what you’ve always imagined and wants to prove you wrong.

Just as you were starting to relax and truly take in everything he was doing to you, he pulls out and lays flat on the bed right in front of your dripping pussy, he chuckles lightly as he sees the little wet puddle beneath you. You whine at the sudden loss of stimulation. You’re about to protest but he latches himself to your clit. His soft lips press against you as he immediately gets to work. He predominantly works side to side with his tongue, but there’s occasional circles around your pearl before he sucks it further into his mouth. You moan at a little suck before he drags his tongue from your slit, taking the way you taste, all the way up to your little nub that waits for him to return. He groans as he does so, sending a small vibration through your core.

He’s clean about eating you out, cleaning up all of your slick and spit before returning back to your clit. He bounces between quick and nearly overstimulating movements and making out with it, making little clicks as he uses his lips to pull lightly and then letting the poor thing go. He spends more time playing with it than overstimulating it thankfully. Flattening his tongue out and licking a long stripe before slowly rounding your clit with the tip on his tongue and sucking it into his mouth, making a click sound upon release before going back down and kissing your swollen nub again.

When he returns to his fast movements, he immediately starts with the side to side movements before taking a break and licking from your leaking slit to your twitching pearl. Each time he swallows your sweet slick, he groans against your core. Each thing he does pulls moans straight from your chest. Pitching higher as you get closer to your release. You don't think the overstimulation will bring you there but it definitely helps you approach.

He returns to the calculated and slow movements, they make your toes curl and legs stiffen around his head. The overstimulation now fading into more acceptable pleasure, pleasure that starts easing you into the tightening low in your belly. You continue to moan as he continues the worship of your pussy. He hits the more sensitive side and it causes you to gasp, he now focuses mainly on that side and it nearly immediately has your slit pulsing right against his chin as you finally find release.

He gives a few more tentative strokes to clean you up before once again sitting up. You look at him breathless, watching his chin glisten. You watch as he wipes his chin off with the back of his hand before cleaning it with his tongue, not wanting to waste a drop. He then leans over you and stares directly at your flushed face.

“This pussy is mine now, got it?” his voice was husky, like he was trying to hold back.

“Yes Kyle,” you speak breathlessly. All he can do is let a mischievous grin cross his face as he looks back down and starts lining himself up with you and pushing straight through you. You hum as he slides right through until he bottoms out, you moan from the way his pelvis pushes right up against yours.

Your moans are like music to his ears. The deep and deliberate movements he makes cause you to make nothing more than melodies. The way your body accepts him to its fullest extent makes him want to fill you to the brim over and over again, but he holds back. He needs to fully remember this experience, not lose his mind while fucking you senseless.

He keeps up his now knowing pace. There's a reason why he spent a good time feeling within you and it was to watch which places made you moan the loudest, tense your legs, or make your facial expression change.

He moves himself deep and to the side, You grab onto his arms tightly while moaning as he does this. He then decides to continue this movement. The grip you had on his arms progressively gets tighter as he does so. The way he’s finding all of your internal pleasure points is slowly but surely driving you to the edge. His pace and accuracy is terrifyingly perfect. He’s nearly mapped your sweet little hole perfectly at this point. He’s used his time with you perfectly. It's as if this pretty boy was made to drive you insane.

Watching you writhe beneath him makes him want to lose control and fuck you senselessly. He once again holds back, keeping his slow and rough pace.

He’s loving the way you accept him. He loves the sounds you make when he snaps his hips against yours after pulling slowly out of you. He likes the slow but rough road and it shows.

He continues to roughly drive himself into you. His hips pleasantly rubbing your clit when he bottoms out. When he fills you completely, he makes a purposeful movement to rub his pelvis up to stimulate it. The way he’s roughly yet slowly fucking you is driving you insane. From the way he looks down at you to the way he shoves himself back in unexpectedly. Each time he bottoms out you moan, everytime he rubs his hips into yours you moan again, whenever he pulls back you hum lightly.

It’s not until he finally starts picking up the speed of his movements you start whining. He stops rubbing against you and starts to dig his fingers into your hips to get a better stance over you as he continues to speed up. It's gradual but you know by the end of this he’s going to try to completely and utterly ruin you. You know you have to try to compose yourself, there's a part of you that doesn’t want him to see you completely fall apart beneath him yet, and you completely obey that part of your brain. The other side wants nothing more than to crumble below him, to watch him leer over you as he pulls each and every reaction he can out of you. The submissive side imagines you being fucked fervently thorugh your orgasm, making you tighten slightly around his cock as he continues to fuck you, he groans as you do so.

He leans down and kisses you deeply, one of his arms moving to brace himself on the bed. His hand on your hip moves to the back of your thigh and pushes it further up, making him hit just slightly deeper. The noises you’re making pitch up at this new feeling. He pulls back from the kiss and hooks his hands under both your knees and pushes them up to your chest. He watches as your chest moves with each deep plunge into you, each bounce following his movements.

You can feel a pressure building up in your belly, a knot that's just about to snap. He can feel the way you tense and then release the constriction around him. He knows you’re trying to last longer. In retaliation, he angles his hips up and you gasp loudly.

“Don’t hold back. I want to watch you break,” his voice is strained as he pants. You whine quietly when he says he wants you to break. You let go, letting the way he’s pleasuring you tighten the knot within you.

He continues to keep your legs up high, he’s watching the way your pretty little cunt swallows him whole. Listening to the wet sounds mixing with your moans, his groans, and the quiet squeaks coming from his bed.

Your climax is barely holding back, your hand trails down to the glistening pearl and applies a perfect pressure to pull your climax to you. Your legs tense under his grasp and your head pushes back into the pillow. Your pussy contracts around Kyle as he continues to angle himself up, he groans behind a closed mouth. He keeps his rough yet controlled movements steady in the pace as he lets you ride out your orgasm.

He continues to move, he now adds different movements with his hips, hitting all of the spots within that pry all of those beautiful sounds from you. He needed to know that he was able to fuck you better than any person you’ve ever been with.

The over stimulation from his movements and your orgasm was nearly driving you mad. Each time he moved sent a new wave through you. You’ve been devolved to nothing more than a mess, a mess that he pounds proudly into.

The way you were squeezing him brought him very close to blowing his load within, he has to now bring one of his hands from the back of your knee to his aching cock and use his pointer and thumb to make-shift cock ring. His brows furrow as he concentrates on holding back. The sounds you’re both filling the room with, echo deep within him. Each whine, whimper, groan, moan, sucking sound your cunt makes, or even bed squeak has him tightly shutting his eyes as he attempts to continue. He can’t handle the visuals anymore. The way your head cranes back as you speak incoherently between moans is something he’ll both remember for as long as he can and use for wank material.

He continues to grip his shaft tightly, but it's no longer useful. He quickly pulls out and strokes himself quickly before he slightly coats your stomach and then moves to let the last few spurts cover your pussy. You hum, fully satisfied. He pants as he relaxes, he lets go of your other leg and it falls to the bed around him.

He sits back on his knees, still holding his cock before taking the softening thickness and rubbing his release across your clit. He lets out a breathless “Fuck,” before he moves to lay next to you. He brings his hand downwards, reaching for your pussy. You stop his hand before he even reaches the top of your cunt..

“I was just fucked senseless and I’m covered in cum, let me collect myself before I allow you to touch me again,” you speak quietly, clearly fucked out. There’s only a deep rumble of a chuckle in his chest before he brings the hand to one of your breasts, he squeezes. He gets closer and puts the other arm around your head and brings it to his chest.

As you both recover and bask in the aftermath, he continues to play with your tit. He pulls on the nipple, tweaks it gently, and palms it.

You let out a content sigh, “I’m going to go and get cleaned up.”

“Round two in the shower?” he asks while he follows you out of the room, the only response you have is to roll your eyes.

[quietnpleasant]

giggling at the thought of this but what i think tf141 wears for underwear

this art spawned the idea

ghost - plain dark colored boxers, probably have holes in them, definitely old enough to get a learner’s permit. the bands are worn down and stretched to the point where they fall down comedically if he’s only in his underwear. he has a pair of good boxers that are just under a decade old, have no holes, and he only wears them on special occasions.

price - tighty. whiteys. nothing else. like spongebob in this bitch. all kept as fresh and clean as possible, he has separate drawers for his work underwear and his civy underwear. the work underwear drawer is often gone through, junked, and replaced by civy underwear and civy underwear is replaced with new underwear.

gaz - plain colored briefs from walmart, but he gets the more expensive kind. hates when they’re brand new because they feel more stiff and itchy, but he grits his teeth and bares it like a good soldier. refreshes his drawer about once a year. has considered boxers before but he hates the feeling of extra fabric on his legs.

soap - silly boxers. he’s in department stores all the time getting ones with the simpsons, garfield, superman, the classic hearts pattern, and even has a pair of minecraft boxers he likes to put on when he knows someone’s going to see them. just a man dedicated to the bit genuinely. his favorite pair is the pair the guys bought him that says ‘this juicy ass belongs to the government’ with a heart. he laughed so hard he was sobbing when he opened his christmas gift.

also:

they rag on each other in the locker rooms ALLL THE TIME about each other’s tastes in undergarments. they call price an old man and ask if women lose their dentures in his jungle that’s fighting the fabric, they ask ghost if he’s actually secretly buying designer boxers with weird style choices for thousands of dollars, gaz gets told he looks like he’s going to be diving in a pool for the olympics (in an insulting way), and soap… soap tries to pretend they’re laughing with him.

no, none of them have changed their underwear tastes based on the ragging. in fact, price started starching his underwear, ghost has purposefully ripped his more, gaz started buying the most obnoxious colors so they have to look, and i honestly don’t think soap can get anymore outlandish so. he just keeps doing his thing.

[booniebaby141]

Soap: Aye was someone sick this morning?

Ghost: Not me…

Gaz: Nope, why do you ask?

Soap: I heard someone gagging up something fierce in the bathroom

*Gagging and Retching intensifying in the distance*

Gaz: Did you mean that gagging?

Soap: Aye

Ghost: Oh, that’s just Price brushing his teeth…

[aaliyahhoney]

I can’t stop giggling about the thought of Ghost, Gaz and Soap pulling you away from a fight with a random guy at a bar. Trying to be serious but absolutely cackling at your drunken insults.

It started off as a chill night, casually tossing back drinks and chatting with the team. Feeling the drinks slowly build in your body, your movements unhurried as you relaxed. It wasn’t until you all were leaving, giggling at each others stupid jokes when a solid knock to shoulder shot adrenaline through your veins.

“Watch where you’re going, dumb bitch.”

Oh, hell no.

Before the others could react you’re b-lining for the man. It took both Soap and Gaz to pull you off of him as you continue wailing shots, but they gave up when they couldn’t stand straight from laughing so hard. Only being restrained when ghost picked you up, his arms hugging you like a straight jacket.

“THATS WHY YOUR FOREHEADS BIGGER THAN YOUR DICK BITCH.”

ts is so dumb, I’m sorry😭

[howlies]

Are you a Call of Duty MW fan who hasn't played the original trilogy? Listen up!

In MW2 (2009) there's a mission which involves the 141 downloading enemy intel while surrounded by hostiles. I won't get into the nitty gritty because I don't wanna accidentally spoil you guys, but...

The amount of time the download is predicted to take changes constantly.

One second it'll say there's 20 minutes remaining, the next it's suddenly an hour and a half.

Thought you guys might wanna know because I've never seen anyone mention it, and I think it's funny as hell to imagine the guys struggle with slow, unreliable download speeds while they're in a hurry.