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karlachismylife · 2 months ago

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I just know Gaz is so fucking good at rock climbing. He's just built perfectly for it, he's got the endurance, the flexibility, the grip, the core strength, the agility, the arm spread, he's not too bulky and heavy like Soap or Ghost, his height gives him quite a lot of advantages (even though sometimes there are trails for us hobbits, but mostly being tall helps). Price could probably give him a run for his money, but since I headcanon that Price has seriously fucked up his spine and joints, especially in his fingers, he might be held back by this. Also I feel like Kyle has the best endurance out of all four of them, so he does extremely well on the long ones. He's also got that magical ability to be able to take a rest at the tiniest little handle, like literally catches himself with two toes and a pinch on a non-existent bump in the rock and relaxes as if he's lounging on a beach, all muscles resting before the upcoming difficult few meters.

Also he's one of those who will climb even in slippers, just because he gotta flex like that.

No I'm not drooling over his fingers wrapped in that tape in places where he ripped calluses off, you are.

Also this was induced by a SoapGaz thought where Gaz runs Soap through some intensive training on the climbing walls and enjoys the view of all that muscle bulk flexing and rippling as Soap struggles to find his balance and makes mistakes in dispersing his weight which limits his reach. He's so tense, he can barely slur his Scottish nonsense out, sweat streaming down the dip of his spine and soaking his tank top through.

When he finally falls of the wall after reaching the top handle, his fingers are shaking and he needs Kyle's help to untie the harness knot. Wipes his forehead, leaving a white streak of magnesia stuck to the wet skin, and huffs and grumbles about how he'll still beat Kyle's PR one day.

Gaz won't let him, of course. But he won't stop Johnny from trying either, because after that he gets to massage all those sore muscles Soap didn't even know existed, and listen to him groan as he shamelessly leaks into his boxers. Because why wouldn't Soap get off the post-gym muscle strain, really. And why wouldn't Gaz enjoy watching him get painfully hard and sensitive from barely sexual touch, exploding into his mouth as soon as Kyle wraps his lips around Soap's tip.

#juju's grumbles #gaz cod #kyle gaz garrick #soap x gaz #gaz x soap #soapgaz #soap cod #john soap mactavish #cod #call of duty #listen i just really wanna go rock climbing again #this shit makes me feel so alive #and i just know gaz would volunteer as a trainer for kids groups in his local rock climbing club #also the one i am going to has this old man who has one arm amputated up to the elbow #BEST FUCKING CLIMBER IN THE CLUB #he's literally a beast i've seen him climb the 15 meters wall in seconds #also tatted up and wears a bandana and has like long white hair #i have such a crush on him #he's a trainer and i want to work with him so bad but also i know i'll embarrass myself #and my level is just really pathetic #so i just drool in my weakling corner as i watch him casually do the shit i can't even dream of with all my limbs intact

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plotsignificanthaircut555 · 4 months ago

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MDNI 18+ only.

Kishibe comes to you...

Knocking on your door, far too loud for how late it is. When you answer the door, sighing in mild frustration, it subsides as you meet his hazed, drunken black eyes. the flask tips the final drips of its contents onto your doormat, leaving dark speckles of dark amber. He slurs (purrs) out a half formed greeting, pushing past you, into the familiar warmth of your apartment. you shut and lock the door, hearing rustling of clothing and jingling of his belt already in your bedroom. You don't even entertain the thought of making him leave, the fatigue in your body of interrupted sleep sheds as you pad your way to join him.

"It’s late." you warn.

He’s shed himself of his shirt already, belt and coat scattered haphazardly at his feet. His sunken, bag circled eyes look you over silently. the instruction is clear. You shed yourself of your own t shirt, the one you slipped on your bare, freshly showered body nearly three hours ago, when you had gone to bed. You don't miss the way he admires your form, wet lips parted, head cocking. He approaches you slowly, if you didn't know any better you would almost say gently. At 194cm he is a full head and shoulders above you, having to lean down in order to look you in the eye. His large, rough hands cup the sides of your face, the edge of his pinky reaching down past your jaw and his thumb brushing against your lips. Your chest feels tight looking at him, your breath stalls as he inches closer. Every cell of your body is electrified.

“Tell me you want me.” The words leave kishsibe’s mouth, hot against your own, mere centimeters apart.

“I want you.”

He meets your mouth in a soft, brief kiss; “say it again.”

“I want you, Kishibe, please.” You pant against him, feeling your hardening nipples brush against his bare torso.

He kisses you again, harder, deeper. Boozy tongue meeting yours, hands gripping you tighter, pulling you closer. You kiss him back with the same vigor and passion, tasting every drink he had to bring him to your doorstep. He pulls you in by your waist, sitting on the edge of your bed with you on his lap.

“Please, kishi, I want you. Please.”, you begged between haughty, wet kisses.

Kishibe slides a hand up your exposed thigh, moving to grip the meat of your ass. A small grunt leaves him as he fondles the ample flesh. HIs nails are thin and uneven, he's been picking at them again, they sting as he grips you tighter. Your own hands cycle between his tugging at his sandy hair, gripping lightly at his neck, and moving down his shoulder to paw at his tight, muscled arms. He urges you to slide forward, grinding your panty clad pussy right across the bulge of his cock against his suit pants. You tremble against him as he grinds your hips for you, taking complete control of your body, you know you could never over power him. And you don’t want to, you’ve never wanted to.

Kishibe moves a hand up your back to grip the back of your neck hard, “you need me.”

You let out a breathy gasp, nodding, “I-i need you. Kishibe I need you, please.”

He licks a stripe up your neck, from collarbone to chin. You feel one of his fingers slip past the gusset of your panties, dipping into your wetness. you hiss at the sensation, feeling both holes clench at his prodding. But you cant help but lean further into him, pathetically keening against his chest. He shushes you like one would to a dog, clipped and patronizing. You dig your teeth into your lower lip, face scrunching in response to his finger circling the rim of your ass. He coats your hole in your own slick, delighting in how you squirm in his lap, trying your very best to be quiet, fruitlessly. He can still hear your pitiful whines as you press your face into his shoulder. The erection under you has grown harder than you thought possible, he loves embarrassing you. You know it. Making you feel dirty and weak gets him off.

"Take out my cock." he commands, and you obey.

You reach between your bodies, quick to unbutton his pants and begin tugging at the waistband of his underwear. you can't quite pull him out, the two of your are too close.

"go on." he urges, finger still at your asshole.

you shift your hips slightly, pushing yourself into his finger, it penetrating you briefly as you shift to allow his cock to spring free. it stings, you hiss, your chest heats in embarrassment, his own chest warms in silent delight. Without further instruction you sit on his lap once again, his shaft pressed right against your electrified clitrois. This again causes you to whimper, but it makes the discomfort from the first knuckle of his finger in your ass soften, almost becoming pleasurable. you flutter your lashes up at Kishibe, who you find is watching you intently, the sight of your big watery eyes bringing, what could be considered, a smile to his scarred lips.

"Open."

You obey, dropping your jaw open, your tongue following. ready to accept the spit he drops onto your tongue. Your pussy dampens further, coating the base of his cock in your slick.

"Hold it." he instructs, watching you savor the taste of him on your tongue, "now down."

You look down to where you are joined, shifting back slightly to give you more access to the shaft of his cock, you release the now combined spit from your mouth watching it land on his lap. You admire the scene before for a moment, the sheen of saliva and liquid arousal along his cock. Before sliding forward once more to spread the blend of your and his bodily fluids all along his cock, further lubricating your weeping pussy.

"Now take it." His final directive before you snap completely, sitting on his cock quickly, whining breathlessly as he fills you completely.

You were sure he had intended, and likely expected, you to go much slower because his chest lurches forward, pulling your hips even closer to him. Your recklessly swift insertion pushed the finger at your ass further inside. It was hard to tell exactly how far you had taken him, but you prayed it was close to halfway. You couldn’t help yourself, brain was boiling itself until only your most carnal desires could form. You bounce on kishibe's cock, barely keeping your moans at bay behind your raw, bitten lips. His head rolls back in ecstasy as you fuck yourself in his lap, riding him faster than your previously sleeping self could have ever dreamed about.

This is what he did, he trained you so well, he knew you so well. He knew exactly what to do to turn you into a whimpering, piteous mess on top of him ready to fuck the both of you into oblivion again and again until he was done. And he was more than happy to sit back and reap the benefits of what he had sewn so carefully in you.

"that's it, girl." he praised, pushing the middle knuckle of his finger past your tight ass, making you rock forward, grinding your clit against the patch of public hair at the base of his pelvis.

you hadn't ever felt this full, this complete. it stung and was uncomfortable until you could feel where his finger and cock were just barely separated but some internal wall that made you simper every time he pressed against it. you rode him in this pseudo grinding--pseudo circle motion, kishibe choosing when the curl his finger so evilly.

"please kishi, please." you breathed out in broken little huffs.

"please what?" he slid his free hand up to your waist.

you ground down on his lap harder, your clit aching, pulsing. the growing pleasure inside of you starting to reach its apex.

your answer came out as a whine, "Kiss me, please. please kishibe, kiss--"

Kishibe pulls you in by your neck, kissing you hard, clashing teeth, his fat tongue invading your mouth immediately. You nearly bite it off when you moan, your pleasure is no longer growing but bursting within you. Your pussy clenches around him, pulsing, begging, pleading to milk him of every ounce of cum he can produce. He feels you trembling against him, pleasure jolting your body against him again and again. He kisses you through it, not letting you get out of this so easily. Even when you stall your hips, he pushes himself deeper and deeper until you finally cry out. free from his kiss you let out a long high cry, your mind barely restructuring when he thrusts up from underneath you. its too much, you're too full, too sensitive, too weak. But none of that matters, he loops his arm around your waist, pinning you flush against his chest as he fucks into you at his own pace. You can no longer control the sounds that you were once so desperate to keep quiet. He uses you completely for his own pleasure, taking no interest in your squawking of pleasure or pain. It’s no business of his how you feel in this moment, he was finally getting exactly what he came here for. You barely register the removal of his finger from your ass, but you do feel the way he lifts you up higher now that he can hold you with both hands, fucking into you deeper somehow. Hot tears roll down your cheeks, even down your neck. Kishibe feels his balls tighten, the base of his cock jerk outside of his control.

You barely register his command, were it not for your knowledge of his routine from previous encounters you likely would have missed it completely.

"Say it."

"Kishibe, I love you." you huff out, your sweaty forehead against his jaw, your lips curling into a smile against the stubble on his neck.

He drains himself completely, a single drawn out groan leaving him, those serrated nails digging into your sides as he pumps into you. You can feel his dick pulsating inside of your, lining your walls with his cum. You pant into his skin, feeling him still but not release his hold on you. when he finally moves, he brings you with him, sitting up straighter, still encased in your messy, puffy pussy. He allows you to pull off of his chest to look at him. His face hasn't yet returned to the stoicism he was known for, a faint blush has settled over his cheeks, his eyes are still blown out and just barley lidded. His mouth is wet, his lips are swollen and pinker than usual. He looks...not vulnerable, but the closest you had ever seen him. He admires you in turn for a moment; taking in your fucked out expression, your heaving body in his arms, your shaking thighs around his legs. You looked beautiful in the soft lamp lighting of your bedroom, moonlight seeping in through the windows highlight the wetness of your cheeks, either from the traces of his saliva or your tears. Either way when he met your eyes again he found he couldn’t look to deeply.

You saw the switch in him, the cold gaze return to his face, he had lowered the veil between the two of you once more. The intimacy, the closeness, the idea of love evaporated. He smacked your butt lightly, an indicator for you to dismount. The ache of emptiness took the place of the euphoria of fullness you hadn’t relished in quite long enough. He refastened his pants, seeming to not care about the fast drying stain that marred the front fabric. You watch as he stands and begins to dress himself again. You fight the ember of loneliness from raging into a steady burn. You don’t bother to cover yourself, sticky panties still pulled to the side, you instead watch him disconnect further and further. Every article he donned signified another layer of distance.

It wasn’t until he pulled his coat over his shoulder that he gave you his eyes again. They were dark, but not yet completely unattached. Kishibe leaned over you seat on the bed, tipping your head back, where he kissed you. No prodding, hot tongue fighting yours for space inside, not clashing lips and bruising bites. A single, long, deep kiss, that gave no indication of anything further.

Except maybe gratitude?

He stood as soon as your lips were parted, digging in his coat pocket for a cigarette. He finds his pack and pulled one free, thought for a moment, and then another, which he handed to you. You accepted, fingertips brushing his as he handed it off.

“I’ll be around.” It was his form of reassurance you guessed, “things are…building. It’d be smart to lay low, keep to yourself.”

You nodded.

“Good girl,” he turns his back to you and heads for the front door, “goodnight. Lock up behind me.”

“Goodnight.” You líe back against the bed, looking up at the ceiling as you hear the door open, “I hope you don’t die out there.”

The door clicks shut behind him.

Okay, we've got a cheeky little drabble for ya. I hope my six (6) Kishibe fuckers and i can really get into this one. You guys know the pleasure i take in making the big bad old man pathetic. I hope you will too! Love as always <3 — Doodle

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