#Kyle garrick

[localgoblinlad]

ciggy break

edit: hey just adding this on my ref was actually a render by @shadow0-1 and not a screenshot from the game (thats what I get for using Pinterest) my bad pls go check out their dope renders and find out where your reference is from before you post lol!

[moody-alcoholic]

Imagine casual dominate with poly 141🤤

They'd never let you lift a finger again🥰

This was the first thing I read when I woke up this afternoon morning. I tried to keep it short but I have no self control... I'm so hungover from my eurovison party so please enjoy whatever this is. I also lost my voice singing to this absolute peice of eurovison history.

CW: +18 content MDNI. dom/sub dynamics, choking, spit (sorry not sorry), sex, restraining, PiV sex, oral sex (M receiving).

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“Don't move love.” Johnny says as he presses down on your stomach. You still squirm trying to angle your body so Kyle-who is standing between your legs-can have easier access.

Simon hums, pressing a kiss on your shoulder his hand moves up between your breasts to your neck.

“Johnny's right, keep nice and still for us.” his hand wraps around your neck, locking your head in place.

“keep those hands out the way too.” John says as he reaches down to take your hand off your clit. You whine and shuffle your hips as Kyle's hands run up your thighs. John chuckles and his hand trails down your stomach. 

You’re desperate for some kind of stimulation, anything to quell the throb between your legs. They’ve been like this all night, not letting you lift a finger. Even when they peeled your clothes off, one garment at a time running their tongues over your body and pressing kisses everywhere. 

You quickly pick up that everytime you squirm John’s hand stops, his fingers tickling your stomach as he moves lower and lower. Simon’s hand is still around your neck, gentle pressure that reminds you; you’re not in control tonight. 

You relent quickly, switching to moaning and whining when you don’t get what you want. Johnny leans down to kiss you, he presses his tongue in your mouth, it’s sloppy and needy, almost like he’s trying to drink you up. 

When he pulls away his teeth nip on your bottom lip, it just makes you want more. 

“Make such sweet noises when you're desperate.” Johnny says, there’s a twinkle in his eye and a cheeky grin on his face. His hand trails down to one of your nipples and he pinches it between his fingers. 

You moan for him tipping your head back, Simon moves his hand presses further up your neck holding your head in place. 

“Could do a lot with this pretty mouth.” Simon says looking down at you, you want to nod, tell him you’ll do whatever you want but you can’t. Johnny is still playing with your nipples, running his fingers over them and pinching them as you focus on keeping still. 

A smile creeps on Simon's face as he loosens the grip around your neck allowing your head to lay flat. “What do you think Johnny? Wanna fuck her pretty mouth?” You look over at Johnny, his hands have left your breasts now he’s sat back on his knees.

“Aye, sir anytime.” He says, he’s already shuffling down the bed to your head. 

“What about you, love?” Simon asks, your attention turns to him. “Gonna let him fuck this mouth of yours and come down your throat?” 

Yes, yes, a million times yes. You’re nodding frantically as Simon’s hand leaves your neck. 

“Words, love.” John says, you look over at him and Kyle is still waiting patiently between your legs, running his hands up and down your thighs. 

“Yes- yes please Johnny.” You say breathlessly, it makes Simon chuckle and his hand comes back around your throat. 

“What about Kyle? You going to let him fuck you too?” John asks, his hand finally moving down to your clit. You spread your legs even wider as he presses down to your entrance, teasing his fingers inside as his palm grinds on your clit. 

“Let him fuck you? Fuck you nice and good.” 

“Yes.” You say, the word catching in your throat. 

“Good girl.” John says pulling his hand back up to your clit, your eyes wander back to Johnny who’s stood off the bed stroking his cock in his hand. It makes your mouth fill with saliva. Simon chuckles as you swallow the excess down his hand still gently wrapped around your throat. 

He takes his free hand and you watch as Simon deposits a glob of saliva in his palm before replacing Johnny’s hand on his cock. Johnny moans, and you watch as Simon works his hand up and down smearing saliva and precome down to the base. 

You feel Kyle press the tip of his cock against your entrance while John has been rubbing tight circles on your clit. You want to rock your hips but you have a feeling if you do everything will stop. Instead you tip your head to the side as Simon moves his hand from your neck to your breast. 

“Open up, love.” Johnny says as he grips the base of his cock, you open your mouth and he presses his cock in. Him and Kyle seem to work in sync, thrusting into you at the same speed while John plays with your clit and Simon toys with your nipples. 

It’s almost frustrating how gentle they’re being, light touches or strokes, they’re trying to get you to move. Squirm or twitch under their hands, you can barely focus as Kyle picks your hips up dragging his cock against that soft spot inside you. 

Before you can stop yourself your hand flys down to land on John’s forcing him to press harder on your clit. You hear Simon tutting behind you, his hands leaving your breasts to reach down for your wrists. 

Johnny slows his thrusts so you can look up at Simon who pulls your arms against your chest. 

“None of that, love.” He says, it almost sounds like he’s growling. You look down at John who smiles as his hand leaves your clit and  Johnny pulls out of your mouth, leaving you with nothing but Kyle slamming his hips into you.

You whine, looking up at Johnny and opening your mouth again. John chuckles and you watch Johnny pump his cock in front of your face. John’s hand comes to your chin pulling your face to look at him, he doesn’t say anything, just smiles at you as he presses two fingers into your mouth.

You moan around them, sucking them in and using your tongue to wet every part of them. After a few seconds he pulls them out dragging them down your body, over one of your nipples then back to your clit. 

“Your job is to just lay here remember?” Simon says, you nod. “Lay here and let us take care of you.” He gestures over to Johnny and you turn to look at him, his eyes scrunched closed, his hand squeezing the base of his cock as a fresh bead of precome drips down the tip. 

“Johnny.” Simon calls, his eyes open and he looks down at you, you open your mouth again and he wastes no time pressing his cock deep into your mouth. It makes your eyes water but you don’t care.

“Fuck.” You hear Kyle say, you can’t look at him but you can feel the change in his thrusts they’re faster and uneven. He’s close-grunting and panting. He always gets so vocal when he’s about to come and it sends shivers through your body. 

You clench around him, trying hard not to bite down on Johnny’s cock. Johnny’s the opposite, goes quiet when he’s about to come, closes his eyes and tips his head back. You look up at him blinking the tears away. This time his head is tipped forward, his eyes closed and scrunched together as he rocks his hips. 

You press your tongue on the underside of his cock and he twitches in your mouth. 

“Fuck, love.” That’s what you think he said it’s getting harder to concentrate. John’s fingers are relentless on your clit, but then he pulls them away replacing his fingers with his tongue. It feels like sparks are going off around your body, you moan around Johnny’s cock and squeeze around Kyle. 

“You close, love?” Simon asks, you can hear an edge in his voice. You hum, hoping he gets the idea. He chuckles, squeezing your wrists as your body starts to squirm.

"C'mon then, love. Come for us." He says. You nod as best as you can, you feel John nibble on your clit and it's enough to send you over the edge, you squeeze your eyes closed whining as you come. Kyle comes too, pulsing inside you as his fingers dig into your thighs. You want to cry out, moan with them but Johnny's too busy hitting the back of your throat with his cock.

A second later he comes too, you feel his hot seed squirt down your throat as he stills in your mouth. He waits until his cock stops throbing before pulling out of your mouth and letting you breathe.

Simon, lets your hands go and John pulls his mouth off your clit but before you can do anything Johnny leans down to kiss you. His tounge pressing deep into your mouth, lapping up the remainder of his spend from your mouth.

When he breaks from the kiss you let out a long breath looking down at John and Kyle, trying to catch your breath. When your heart slows you feel Kyle pull out of you and you moved to prop yourself up on your elbows.

John tuts this time, his hand coming down to press on our sholder and you fall back down on the bed.

"What did we say?" He asks leaning over you. "You're not moving a muscle." You don't get time to respond before he presses his lips to yours.

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I wrote this on 2 cans of redbull, 1000mg of paracetamol and a ginger shot...

[guhbwuh]

another gaz study ehe

[shadow0-1]

🤠

[quillcraftconquer]

Hear me out? More like hold me back.

Put me on the table.

[david-lynch-ate-my-son]

kyle "gaz" garrick moodboard

x price x soap x ghost

[clancycatears]

gaz, who pouts if you don’t kiss his lips.

and you, who loves to tease him by skirting away from his lips at the last second, leaning down to kiss his throat or his supple cheeks instead.

so he juts his lower lip and pouts, bringing an index finger to your chin and tilting your head to level your face with his own.

“y’ missed,” he huffs, though there’s no malice behind it. when he brings you in for a kiss on the lips, you both giggle against each other’s mouths.

༝ gaz masterlist

[highlandhour]

Reader and Gaz oiling their skin after showering and she asks him to oil her back cuz she can’t reach. He decides it’d be more sufficient to hug her from behind and sway side to side.

It was not sufficient. It was a very gross feeling.

[not-delusional-at-all]

What does TF141 wash with in the shower?

Price: a loofah and some shower gel- probably sandalwood scented

Ghost: 76-in-1 axe men's body wash. He might use his hands, he might use a rag. Depends on if he remembers to grab a rag before showering.

Gaz: he's washing his body with antibacterial soap first with a rough rag that'll exfoliate and then go back in with some shower gel that smells good.

Soap: the man is literally rubbing a bar of Irish spring against his body and calling it a day.

[gothghostiie]

cw: poly!141, gangbang, anal fingering, bottom!price, dom!price

the boys had been doing so well on their missions, so naturally, price has ro reward them. and what could be a better than to get to fuck the captains tight hole? he calls them into his office, sweet talking them about how good they've been, praising them for being such good little soldiers, all while unbuckling his belt.

they think they're all getting to suck his cock for being so good, all of them allowed to swallow a load from the man they so adore, cocks collectively growing hard behind layers of fabric at the thought. but price knows better than to just throw them a bone when they're this eager and well behaved.

their eyes all widen when price walks around the desk and, instead of leaning against it as he usually does, he bends over and drops his pants along with his boxers. keeps talking like nothing is wrong, lubing his thick fingers up before reaching back and working them into his hairy backside, voice straining slightly. John doesn't look at them while he does it, trying to save some face, he can feel their eyes glued to him already, no need for them to see him blush like a cheap whore.

when he feels he's ready he pulls his fingers free, now instead reaching back with both hands and pulling himself open and vulnerable. "now, have at it. be nice and share, you lot."

[moody-alcoholic]

I can't stop thinking about brat taming with poly 141, and I was hoping you would write something about it

But instead of 141 vs reader, its John & Simon vs reader, Gaz and Johnny

Yes yes yes. My headcanon for this has always been: You're being a brat? Well, there's 4 of them and only one of you. You get to sit there and watch them fuck while one of them edges you to oblivion.

But here's the thing. Johnny's a brat through and through, and it's not unusual for you both to bounce off each other. So sometimes you’re both made to sit out and jerk each other off while you watch Kyle get the 5 star luxury treatment from John and Simon (he deserves it tbh). 

So okay, power in numbers right? If you, Johnny and Kyle make a fuss, surely they can’t punish you all, right? 

Simon clocks on to what’s happening in seconds, all those years of sneaking around with Johnny, he knows when he’s up to something. It doesn’t take long for John to realise what’s happening too and before you know it you’re all sat with your backs against the headboard. 

Oh and they’re not going to go easy on you. If there is one thing you know about John and Simon it’s they enjoy taking their time, and it’s been a while since they’ve been alone together. You feel like you’ve drawn the short straw, sat in the middle one hand on each of their cocks but they have both of their hands on you. 

You can’t even focus on John and Simon when Johnny’s buried his fingers into you and Kyle won’t leave your clit alone. But you better not stop, and you better not come. It becomes a competition of who can make the other come first, each of you trying to push the other over the edge.

If you’re lucky and you can hold it together they’ll take you one by one and get an apology, and you better mean it. Because if you don’t the only way you’re going to be coming is by riding one of them until your legs are sore. 

That's always how Johnny ends up, begging and whimpering on Simon’s cock while you get to cuddle with John and Kyle. At this point you’re convinced he enjoys it, whatever the case you’re never letting him convince you to do this again.

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Sorry it's a little shorter, might circle back to this at some point.

[girlfromflor]

kyle is a fashion icon and you are his doll, everybody knows that. but it takes some time and a lot of sweet talking to get him to get matching nails with you.

clancy [@clancycatears] worded it out perfectly: "he’d get matching nails with you if you convince him. but like specifically starting with a clear or black coat, because getting more color might just take a liiil more convincing."

i personally think you'd have to beg him a little at first. and the first time you do his nails or you go to a nail salon, he has this condition that it's going to be only ONE nail. for example:

but after a while he gets bored and greedy and then he starts to choose the designs you'll do, only so he can get the exact same. but it is still the clear polish, non colorful designs. like:

when he starts getting bolder and a bit more confident about it he decides to choose more colorful designs with his favorite colors to get used to it, before painting them entirely. definitely has black as his go to coat, but i also think his favorite colors to have on his nails are red and blue.

[sweetstrawberryys]

"Don’t Close Your Eyes Alone"

Summary: Ever since the ambush, you can't sleep. The team notices the dark circles, the way you flinch, the way you lie. They can't erase the nightmares—but they’ll damn sure face them with you.

Rating: mentions of PTSD, anxiety, soft comfort, found family

Masterlist

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You didn’t scream when you woke up.

You wanted to.

Your lungs were ready. Your throat burned. But you bit it down and swallowed it like glass.

There was sweat under your shirt. The stale taste of fear in your mouth. A phantom pressure across your chest where debris had pinned you, where smoke had choked your last clear breath during the ambush.

You sat up in bed, trembling.

03:27 AM.

Second time this week.

Fifth time this month.

Your hands were shaking.

You pressed them into your thighs until they stopped.

Morning

“You look like shit,” Soap said, half-joking as he handed you a coffee.

You offered a tight smile. “Can’t all be as naturally beautiful as you.”

He laughed, but his eyes lingered on the bruise-colored circles under yours.

Gaz watched you during drills. The way your timing was off. The way your trigger finger hesitated. He didn’t say anything—but he swapped places with you in the line.

Price called your name twice during briefing before you registered it.

Ghost noticed the twitch in your left hand. The way your foot tapped uncontrollably under the table.

They all noticed.

And no one called you out.

Not yet.

That Night

You tried again.

Earplugs. White noise. Even Price’s chamomile tea.

None of it worked.

The second your eyes closed, you were back there—in the middle of that firestorm, gun jammed, screams in your ears, one of the enemy soldiers dragging you by the collar—

You jolted upright with a strangled gasp.

You were cold. Clammy. Heart jackhammering.

You were so tired.

There was a knock on your door.

You panicked. Wiped your face. “Yeah?”

“It's Gaz,” came the voice. “You alright?”

You cleared your throat. “Fine. Just… couldn’t sleep.”

A pause.

“I made hot chocolate,” he offered.

You hesitated.

Then opened the door.

Kitchen - 02:12 AM

Gaz passed you a mug with too many marshmallows. You clutched it like a lifeline.

He didn’t ask questions.

Just sat next to you at the counter, sipping his own in silence.

After a while, you said, “They dragged me under a truck. I thought… I thought I was going to die there.”

Gaz’s jaw clenched, but he said nothing.

You kept going.

“Every time I close my eyes, I’m back there. It’s like my brain is stuck on it.”

“You ever tell Price?”

“No,” you said quietly. “Didn’t want to be sidelined.”

He gave a soft snort. “He’d sideline you if you had a hangnail. But not for this. Not if you told him truthfully.”

You nodded, eyes glassy.

Footsteps behind you.

“Didn’t think I’d find a slumber party in the kitchen,” Soap mumbled, scratching his head. “Y’alright?”

You smiled faintly. “Join us.”

He did.

Then Ghost wandered in silently, leaned against the counter.

Then came Price, robe on, expression tired but warm.

No one asked why they were all awake.

They just were.

An Hour Later

You were curled on the couch between Soap and Gaz, wrapped in a throw blanket. Ghost sat on the floor in front of you, flipping through one of your old paperbacks. Price dozed in the recliner, snoring lightly.

No one said you were weak.

No one asked you to explain.

They just stayed.

You blinked slowly. Chest tight, but... lighter.

The world still hurt.

But it hurt less like this.

With them.

You didn’t scream when you fell asleep this time.

And when you twitched, Soap’s hand was already resting over yours.

Ghost shifted closer.

Gaz tugged the blanket higher.

And Price, without opening his eyes, muttered:

“Sleep, soldier. We’ve got you.”

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Forst time writing something sad, and angsty. Should I make more?🦢✨️

[codnasties]

https://x.com/domnkittyxo/status/1908405835904036891?s=46

this is gaz with his soft missus omg!!! like maybe after deployment and he comes home to her ejsjjssnsnsn

gaz's soft little missus 🧢 (🌽 link)

there are a lot of things a soldier may miss when he's away from home for a long time. it's those exact same things that keep them going and that they count the days left to come back home

for gaz, it's you. your are his favourite thing about coming back from deployment and just thinking about you allows him to will though eny inconvenience. getting to see you, touch you, hear your voice once again. his perfect soft lil' missus. so good for him.

he thinks he's about to lose his mind when he walks into the house, tiredness weighing him down and grime still stiking to him after three diffrent showers and he's greeted by you in one of his shirts looking all pretty. just that view is enough to get him - and his dick - all excited and fully awake.

just like having you on top of him, plush ass bouncing on his hard leaking cock as you ride him. he just sits back and enjoys the view, the way you are so good for him and the way you are fucking yourself dumb. having to stop for a second before you overstimulate yourself by mistake.

the man is so fucking in love he has heart eyes

[pricegotmedickmatized]

Gaz with his best friend, they’ve known each other since they were in diapers, their families have been neighbors since the dawn of time, every holiday and birthday and wedding and funeral and reunion of one of their families automatically invites the other’s

and Gaz is usually so good about smiling and nodding and behaving like a good, normal, well functioning person, pretending to be so well adjusted, just a Nice, Sweet, Good Guy. carries in his bestie’s grandmas groceries, driver her little brothers to football practice when her mom was busier than all hell at work, went to every single one of his besties band performances and orchestra accompaniment, eyes never on the opera unfolding on stage, but always on her and her alone, because he may pretend he’s just a well adjusted normal guy, but in his head? there’s this voice.

cw: manipulation, extremely possessive behavior, stalking (ish?), pervy behavior, gaslighting, manwhore Gaz, breeding kink? or possibly just Extra Strength Manipulation depending on how you wanna see it

also this got extremely long lmao sorry

in his head there is a fell voice telling him to sink his teeth into his best friends neck and never let go, keep her pinned on the goddamn ground beneath him so he can rut her like a fucking animal. it started small on a tropical vacation their families took together in their mid teens when he’d just figured out what his hand and his dick were for. and suddenly his dorky best friend was wearing bikinis, skin warm and gleaming with tanning lotion in the sun and he had to stay half in the water to hide how hard he always was around her

was easier to keep his cock under control when he noticed other people looking at her, but that voice in his head hissed that they wanted her too, they could see her, all her curves and her youth and her bright laughter and wanted it for themselves when it belonged to him, all of her belonged to him

it only got worse after that summer. he bided his time in a way, not making a concrete move on her, not yet, learning all he could about sex and pleasure and how to keep himself under control during it because he wanted her first time to be perfect, and he would make sure that her first time was with him. first, last, and all the times between. but even though she didn’t know she belonged to him yet, and even though he didn’t make that intention known to her, everyone else around them knew it. all the lads who tried to flirt with her after class got cornered in the halls or in the alleys on their route home, or if they didn’t get the message he’d be waiting in their bedrooms where they jerked off thinking about her, and very quickly all interested parties disappeared. leaving just Gaz.

Gaz who would walk her to every class and tell her jokes to make her laugh, sweet and attentive, giving her his jacket or holding her books and offering her some of his water to keep her hydrated on hot days, even while he had his head on a swivel for anyone he didn’t approve of being within ten feet of her. he’d chill out once he got his cock in her, probably. Gaz fucked lots of girls, but was clear with all of them it’d never be serious. he was gentle and charming enough none of them noticed they were being used, studied, and then discarded. all he needed from them was experience, research.

and gaz would hold her when she cried about no one asking her to a school dance, and how when she’d gotten her courage up to ask someone he actually ran away. gaz would kiss her cheek and rub her back, cuddling her close and grateful for the huge stuffed bear he’d won her last year at the summer fair that kept her from feeling his cock (hard, so hard because she was so close and smelled so good) and he’d tell her sweetly how all those guys were fools, any of them would be the luckiest man alive to go with her. why didn’t she just go with gaz, just have fun with him and forget about all of them, didn’t gaz always make sure she had a good time? didn’t he always take care of her?

he’d sneak into her room while pretending to use the bathroom during loud, rowdy group family dinners between their families, and he’d paw through her messy drawers, take quick pictures of her bras and the secret stash of smut books she’d stolen from her mother and stuffed beneath her bed, and every time he’d steal a panty from her drawer. and later that night he’d have it wrapped around his cock, leaking pre and grinding his teeth as he looked at all the pictures of her he’d taken: a blurry shot under her skirt, her ass in tiny shorts while she’d been sleeping in his bed, a zoomed in picture of her tits in a bikini top, the pictures of her naked and wet from her shower in her room he’d taken outsider her window since she never fixed the blinds after he’d carefully ruffled them to give him the perfect view inside.

cleaning his cum out of her panties in his sink by hand was a pain, but way preferable to the lecture from his mum when she’d caught him throwing a pair of girls underwear in with his laundry (he’d done his own laundry for years, thought there was no way his mum would catch him. wrong. he can’t imagine how much worse it woulda been if she’d known they were his best friends stolen without permission)

all in preparation for the day the two of them were home alone together, just before he was set to go off for training camp, and she sighed and asked him if he thought she was desirable. to which of course he told her honestly she was the most beautiful girl in the world, the way he always had since they were in a goddamn playpen together.

“No one else seems to think so. I’ve got friends and I know I should be happy with that, but I want…I want-”

“What do you want, sweetheart?”

“…I want a boyfriend.”

Gaz smirked, rising from his slump on the couch where he’d been watching her more than the movie on the screen, and he pressed his sudden advantage. watched her eyes get wide, her breath catch, the confusion pinching her brows even as her mouth parted, pupils dilating as he braced a hand on the back of the couch, the other on the arm behind her back, looming over her.

“That’s not what you want, is it, love?” against her ear as she trembled, breathing hard, “You wanna be fucked.”

“K-Kyle”

he sat back just as quick, smirking, keeping his eyes on her.

“I’d be happy to give you what you want.”

she gaped at him, face flushed, making a small sound of surprise when one of his hands dropped to her thigh, lightly tracing circles there.

“B-but…but I…you never…I’ve never-”

“I know, sweetheart.” a kiss to her temple, to distract her from his hand sliding beneath the hem of her skirt “but don’t I always take care of you? Who can you trust if not me, angel?” another kiss to her cheek, his fingers hooked in the fabric of her panties over her hip, tugging lightly. now that he’s this close to finally sinking inside that pretty pussy he feels like his control is slipping slightly. “Don’t I always make sure you have a good time? Let me make it good for you, sweetheart, prove how desirable you are.”

in less than two minutes her skirt’s flipped up, panties tucked into his pocket, her bra and shirt are on the floor, his hands are anchored on her thighs brushing the tender skin with hers in her hair and clutching the back of his neck and she’s screaming his name as she shakes apart and gives him her first orgasm with a partner on his tongue.

in ten minutes he’s got three fingers in her, his mouth fastened around her clit as she cums again slurring his name like an appeal to god as he hums, drunk off the honeyed taste of her cunt as he humps the cushions to give his cock some relief

relief that doesn’t come until he’s worked his cock balls deep, pouring praise all over her for every inch she takes “so pretty, baby, god, look at you, made to take this cock, feel so good, so tight, fuck, so fucking perfect, just a little bit more sweetheart, you can take a little more can’t you?” and goddamn she takes it so fucking good, fat tears sliding down her cheeks as he grinds the base of his cock against her clit, the head pressed tight against her cervix and he’s not wearing a condom

“Ky-Kyle, god, ah, s-so d-deep, fuck, but what, ah! You’re not wearing a, ah, ah!”

he doesn’t let her ask, just shushes her sweetly, catches her mouth in a kiss and swallows her protests as his hips start to roll. she’s even wetter than he dreamed, tighter, hotter, just fucking better, no other pussy he’s ever had could ever compare to her, and by god he’s going to keep his cock warm in this cunt for the rest of his life, get her as addicted to him as he is to her, and if he starts out by fucking her bareback and risky while she’s too horny to think about it (and ovulating, he’s got her cycle tracked on his phone) then that’s how he’ll get started

he’ll make it up to her in the morning after she passes out on her fourth orgasm, taking his second load in his bed. he’ll make her breakfast and ask her out on a proper date and she’ll say yes because she always says yes to what he asks her to do.

she’s such a good girl.

she’ll probably get pregnant too, and it’ll only take him his first three loads.

he kisses her slack mouth and groans as he fucks deep, his cum squelching around his cock, mixed with his saliva and her own wetness, sloppy wet and drooling out, dripping down his still far too heavy balls. he’s just gotta have her one more time. he’s waited so long to have her on her back in his bed like this, he’s gotta drain his balls dry, make sure his cum gets pumped deep into her womb to breed her up right. she’s so good for him, giving him everything he needs. she always does. this won’t be any different.

and he’ll take care of everything after this, sweetheart, just leave it to him