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certifiedcodbabygirl · 10 days

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clearly the only solution to the penpal au is you’re supposed to write to ghost but the entire task force hijacks the letters every once in a while. /hj /lh

Price also ends up doing that too once he realizes why the entire team becomes obsessed with writing letters

DUDE YES *smooches your brain*

Simon starts writing to you through a military penpal program Price had all of them in. Ofc, like the rat bastard he is, he drags his fuckin feet on it. Eventually, you manage to get him a little more willing to write back and it seems like he even looks forward to it. He's the first one to grab his letter from the container when they come. He claims it's to get it over with, but the other guys know better.

You'd think the other guys would be the ones more open to their penpals but NO. They managed to be paired with some of, who they call, the most boring people they could have met. Hell, even Price began to drag his feet after the 2nd letter back.

Simon seems to be the only one actually enjoying his exchanges, even if he tries to hide it. Johnny's the first one to get curious, wanting to know what the LT's got that's good enough to loosen the stick in his ass.

While Simon's out of the room, Johnny reads through the first couple letters Simon received. Your sweet words, stupid jokes, and genuine care are a stark contrast from the uninterested and short words he received from his penpal.

He stops writing to his penpal, not that they noticed/ cared, and grew the balls to write you one. He claimed his penpal dropped out, so they had to make do, not that you minded. And God, when you started to write back, he swore it was like he was a schoolboy all over again. Getting excited for the letters, heart racing as he reads your carefully written words, counting down the days till he gets another.

He gets ballsy one night and opens up to Gaz about what he did, not showing a single crumb of remorse. Tells him all about how sweet you are, how you show genuine care for his safety, even giving the idea of sending a care package. He could see that same thought process going through Kyle's mind, contemplating switching to you. He gave Kyle your address and told him to just come up with an excuse.

Now Kyle's a little smarter than Johnny, knowing that if Ghost finds out he's probably fucked. However, at the end of the day, he's a lonely man. He had this sweet thing like you just within reach and he's supposed to not take it? Yeah right.

He gave the same excuse Johnny did, claiming his penpal's schedule became too busy to write back, and just like that you had 3 soldiers wrapped around your finger. He sweet talked you, gave little puns here and there, really became like a lap cat. He wasn't as forward as Johnny and not as refrained as Simon. He gave you music recommendations when you say you like a certain genre, he gave you book recommendations, even sent you photos of him in front of a helicopter (you begged for it when he told you about him falling out).

Now, Simon isn't stupid. He isn't clueless. He noticed that the first couple letters went missing. Then he noticed Johnny being more eager to write. Same with Kyle. He noticed how they seemed to pull away from him when the topic was brought up. He's not a stupid man.

He might even be considered generous (don't say it to his face though, he'll take it as sarcasm). He knows the boys are talking to his penpal, but he'll be kind enough to share. His sweet lil thing. If you can keep up, that is. Your letters seem to boost morale and bring a small light that wasn't there before. They're all hard-working men, risking their lives to keep the world clean. They deserve this, don't they?

Even Price finds himself wanting in on it. If you can manage to bring Simon happiness (again, he won't admit it) and keep the other boys happy, surely you can take on one more. He sends you a letter, as their captain, and thanks you for what you've done. You're such a kind soul for giving these men some hope in their lives (laying it on thick, gotta keep em interested) and how much you've helped their performances.

They all write to you, their unofficial 141 penpal, and it works surprisingly well. The lines begin to blur a bit on being platonic and something else, but it'll be sorted out eventually. For now you're just theirs (Simon came around to it once he realized you had plenty of love to go around). You're the 141's, even if you don't fully understand what that means.

The first picture they send to you, around Christmas^ (I can't find the artist, please tag them if you know who it is)

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sirenmoth · 21 days

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please don’t come for me but why does john price remind me of the once-ler?

IM SORRY BUT

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gloomwitchwrites · 4 months

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Kitchen Quickies (3 of 4)

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader

Content & Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (male receiving), established relationship, praise, cum swallowing

Word Count: 957

A/N: part of the Imagines & What If series

Kyle tries to keep his cool as you get on your knees.

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“Yeah. I can hear you.” Kyle glances up when you walk into the kitchen.

He’s sitting at the small breakfast table in nothing but gray sweatpants. They hang low on his hips, the elastic band resting right across the deep V-shape of his pelvis. You clearly see the soft line of hair that runs up from below the band to circle his belly button.

Kyle leans back in the chair, legs spread out before him, and one elbow on the table. He holds his phone up to his ear, and his bare chest is still a little damp from the shower. There is a deep, primal urge within you to put your tongue to the droplets of water.

“Who is it?” you mouth silently, resisting the urge to put your lips to flesh.

“Price,” he mouths back. Price must say something on the other end because Kyle responds out loud this time. “Yes, Captain. I heard you.”

He gives you a lopsided smile and rubs at his chest absently, glancing away again as he focuses on the conversation. You watch him for a moment as you lean against the countertop. You’re in a bit of a mood to cause trouble, and Kyle looks so relaxed and peaceful that teasing him sounds like fun.

Moving slowly, you saunter up to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Kyle doesn’t glance up at you but he does use his free hand to reach up and cover your hand with his. His fingers twine with yours, and it’s such a soft thing that you don’t want to break it.

But you do.

Breaking away from him, you step between his spread legs, and slowly sink to your knees. At first, Kyle is confused, the middle of his brow furrowing as you begin your descent. But when your hands fall onto his thighs and slide upward, that confusion changes into a knowing smirk. He finds this amusing, maybe even playful, but you want him to shiver under your touch, to have to focus all his control on not falling apart while on the phone with Price.

Kyle reaches out to stroke his thumb over your cheek. “Not now,” he mouths, shaking his head.

You don’t care. You’re going to enjoy this. And afterward, he’ll probably deal out a little punishment.

Your fingers crawl up his thighs and curve around the band, pulling back. Kyle is only half paying attention. Price is likely telling him something important, but there isn’t any stopping you. By the time you reveal his cock, and Kyle’s attention is focusing in, you’re already putting your mouth around the head.

With one hand, your grasp the base, and Kyle hisses, his head falling back slightly as you palm him and your lips lightly suck on the head. You pump him a few times, then release the head to place a soft kiss on the tip. A pearly bead of precum blooms in the slit, and you eagerly lick it up with the tip of your tongue. Another one blooms there, taking its place, and you swirl your tongue around the flared head before licking the entire length from base to tip.

Kyle begins to moan, but quickly catches himself, covering it up with a cough.

“Sorry, Captain. I’m good. Just something…stuck in the throat is all.”

Your grin up at him and Kyle shakes his head in amusement.

Teasingly, you circle the head of his cock with the tip of your tongue. Kyle shifts in the chair. He can’t sit still, and even though the phone is pressed to his ear, you can tell he’s completely unfocused on what Price is saying.

Victory.

Kyle grabs the back of your neck, but he does not pull you away from him. It’s a silent acknowledgment and you claim the opening. You take the head of him into your mouth. Holding there, you wait for your salvia to collect. Then you swallow him down, your lips touching your hand.

Kyle’s eyelids flutter, all of his control slipping away from him like raging water. He’s nodding but you’re not sure if he’s agreeing with something Price is saying or he’s reveling in the feel of your mouth around him. Hollowing your cheeks, you slide back up, and then repeat the process, bringing in your hand to pump him in time with your upward passes.

Getting on your knees for Kyle makes you happy and eager. Watching him lose all control stirs your own need. His hand slides away from your neck to go to the top of your head. Kyle licks his lips and his mood changes.

Those eyes of his grow darker, and you suddenly stop moving, gaze locked with his.

“Captain. I need to call you back.” Kyle pulls the phone away from his face and ends the call.

He smirks, and you know you’ve lost. “Bad girl,” he croons, his fingers tightening your hair. “Hold onto my thighs.”

You immediately comply, your fingers digging into the fabric of his sweatpants. Kyle takes control, and it’s fucking glorious. Your mouth and throat are his to use, and Kyle takes full advantage, guiding you down on his cock over and over again enough that you almost gag but don’t.

He groans loudly, his hips flexing upward slightly as he brings you down on him.

“Be good and swallow for me,” he purrs.

You hold still as Kyle finishes down your throat. You relax, take every drop, and when he slowly pulls you off his cock, you present your open mouth to him.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, helping you to your feet. One of Kyle’s hands drops to squeeze your ass and gives it a light pat. “Bedroom. Now.”

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the-californicationist · 5 months

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The Missed Deadline

Gaz/FReader - virginity pact, childhood besties, explicit consent

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You and Kyle had a pact. Ever since you were teenagers, you pinky promised that if you were still virgins by the time you turned 21, you’d do it together. He’d gone off to war and lost his virginity immediately, but when he comes back to help his mum for the holiday, he learns that you still have yours, and you’re way past your deadline.

!!! MDNI/18+ NO EXCEPTIONS !!

To anyone who has not yet lost their virginity: THIS IS FICTION AND IT IS NOT A GUIDEBOOK. Fuck responsibly, everyone.

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You couldn’t believe your eyes. Your neighbor, Mrs. Garrick, had been moving all of her old furniture into storage, prepping for a huge remodel, and now, here he was. He was back. It had been years since you’d seen him.

“Marco?” You called out from your open bedroom window.

He looked around for a moment, resting after helping move a dresser out of the front door, so you called again,

“Up here!”

He looked up at your window, and his face lit up when he found you.

“Polo? Bloody hell. It’s you,” his face softened with amused wonder, and he started to take off his leather work gloves, “I’m coming up!”

Kyle moved through your garden in the same way he always had, ever since you were kids. You heard your front door open, and then you listened as his heavy boots trod up the stairs, and finally, you watched the old brass knob to your room turn, pop, and open with a soft creak.

He stood there in the doorway, one hand still on the knob, frozen in time. Only, he was much older than he should’ve been.

He should have been 15 again, showing you how to work a two-way radio so you could play recon with him in the fields next to your house.

He should have been 16, trying to learn how to kiss, telling you and himself that you were just doing it to practice, that it didn’t have to mean anything.

He should have been 17, sitting on your bed, head in his hands, telling you he’d joined the army and that he didn’t know when he was coming back, but that he had fallen for you and he knew that you couldn’t be together.

He should’ve been 18, back from basic training, telling you about all of his adventures, asking if you still liked him, making you promise that if you were both still virgins when you turned 21, you’d lose it together.

But, now, here he was, 22 and staring at you, making you feel like you were still 15, making promises to him that you were never meant to keep.

“Marco,” you whispered, standing up and reaching out for him.

“Polo,” he whispered back, crossing the room to hold you in his arms.

He was wearing a tee shirt without its sleeves, sweaty and dirty from moving furniture all day, and he stared down at you like he expected you to kiss him. Remembering himself, he broke the hug and moved back, suddenly aware of his body in your small space.

You went through the little dance you were supposed to do: hi - hi - how are things - how’s school - how’s your mum - blah, blah, blah. It was nothing, and you knew it was nothing, and so did he. So, you stopped.

“Did you keep your promise, then?” You knew he hadn’t. He was a grown man in the army for fuck’s sake.

He blushed, and shook his head,

“No, I didn’t. Go a little carried away on leave with the lads once or twice.”

“With the lads, hm?” You teased him.

“No! I mean, it was ladies. But, uh, it was also lads. Sometimes. Uh…Christ,” he rubbed his hands down his face in embarrassment.

You raised your eyebrows and smiled wide,

“Ah! So, you have been practicing, haven’t you?”

He grinned,

“Yep. Just rehearsing for the big performance. How about you?”

He grabbed a towel from the stack by your closet, knowing where you kept them and put it on the bed so he wouldn’t get your sheets dirty when he sat down on them. The mattress creaked under his weight. You could smell his sweat and laundry detergent.

You shook your head,

“None for me. Just haven’t found the right one, I guess.”

Kyle gasped,

“You’re past due, Polo. What are we gonna do with you?”

“Throw me out?” You laughed, trying to ease the tension.

The tension did not ease. He was so close to you, and he was staring at you in a new way, studying you like he didn’t know you by heart.

You reached out to touch his cheek, finding a fresh scar on it where there had not been one before. You felt his skin shudder so gently beneath your touch, and his breathing quickened. You rubbed the scar with your thumb like you would a stain, trying to get it out. Then, he lunged for you, kissing you deeply, so different and so much more sure of himself than he had been at 16, 17, and 18. All of those kisses tasted just like this one though, and the memory of your feelings for him came rushing back, fresh as the day they were borne.

You remembered when you had decided you were in love with Kyle Garrick. He was about to turn 16, and you and he and a few of his friends had gone down to Brighton beach for the day to celebrate. You’d played Marco Polo in the waves, blind, hands out, feeling for bodies in the current. You were Polo and he was Marco this time, and you were swimming away from him, but a wave caught you and shoved you into him. He had wrapped you in his arms to steady you, and since you were the only girl, he knew it was you.

He’d lingered on you with his eyes still wrenched shut, rubbing his palms down your body, touching your breasts beneath the water, cupping your ass and touching your belly. You’d lingered on him as well, getting as far as the band of his pants before the next wave hit and broke you apart. You’d swam to shore together, and you didn’t speak for the rest of the day, but you had stared at each other like your life depended on it. Enthralled.

That next evening, while your parents were out at dinner, you’d used the two-way radio to call him over, but you couldn’t help yourself, and you called him “Marco.” When he called you “Polo,” you knew he liked you, and that was enough.

He broke the kiss, and he whispered into your gasping mouth,

“I’m sorry, I just… I wanted to… sorry…”

“Are you going to make good on your promise, Marco?” You tested him.

His gaze shot up to find yours, and you got lost in the deep chocolate brown of his wide, bright eyes. He was searching for the jest and finding only earnestness.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I think it should be you. Seems right. You don’t have to… be with me or anything. I get that you have your army thing, and I don’t want to distract you from that, but I —”

“No,” he said, shoving a stake through your heart. Or at least it felt like it.

“No?” You confirmed, praying you’d heard the simplest word wrong.

“No, I mean, not like this. Tonight. What are you doing tonight?”

“Tonight? Nothing. I was just here helping bring my mum’s things to her sister’s house. She lives there now, and I’m watching their place while I’m on holiday from uni. Didn’t even plan to stay this afternoon, but I can.”

“Tonight, let me take you to Five and Ten,” he stood up suddenly, straightening himself out, looking proper as he could in his mess of work clothes.

“Why? You don’t have to do all that. Just forget I said —”

“Please. Let me take you. Six o’clock. I’ll drive us.”

So, he did. You wore an old dress from when you were young, and you thanked all the gods that it still fit. He looked much sharper than you in a burgundy suit and a shining tie. He’d become quite fashionable in his adulthood, it seemed.

The food was exquisite, and he ordered expensive wine. Kyle held your door and pulled out your chair, and he even paid for the whole meal. It was magical. You’d only been on a few dates, but this one blew the others way out of the water.

At the end of the night, you ended up back where you started. The towel was still on the bed. But, now, you were in your dress clothes and he was in his, and you were just as nervous as you were when you were 16.

“Look,” he said, placing his hands on your shoulders, speaking softly as though you weren’t the only people in the house, “I need you to know that this stops the moment you say it does. If you think, even for a moment, that you need me to stop, all you have to do is say so and it stops. Okay?”

“Okay,” you sounded unsure.

“Hey,” he took your chin in his hands and lifted your face to his, “We don’t need to do this. I loved… I had a wonderful time tonight, and I’m happy. You’ve made me the happiest man alive. Please don’t say yes just because you think —”

“Kyle,” you dropped his nickname in favor of his real one, needing him to know you were serious, “I want to, if you want to.”

“Bloody hell, I want to,” he groaned.

It was all a rush, then. He was kissing you, and you were pulling off his coat. He was running his huge hands across your bare back, and you were tugging at his buttons. He was laying you on the bed, and pulling off your heels. You were unzipping him and unzipping you and unfurling into each other like two roses blooming face to face, your petals bending and pushing and mixing and slipping together as you opened and opened and opened to each other.

Finally, there you were, naked and shaking. He paused, whispering to you,

“Marco?”

You smiled, kissing his full lips to taste your memories again,

“Polo.” You whispered back.

He kissed down your neck,

Marco?

Polo.

He took one of your nipples into his mouth and began to suckle from it, pulling the skin and nipping at your taut nub.

Marco?

Polo.

Traveling down your belly…

Marco?

Polo.

Licking up the side of your navel…

Marco?

Polo.

Burying his nose in your folds and taking in a long, deep breath…

Marco?

Polo.

He plunged his mouth onto you and ate you like he was still hungry, like he hadn’t had dinner, like he’d never tasted anything so good in his whole goddamn life. All of the lapping and the laving and the sucking came to a crescendo again and again. Adding a finger, he began to stretch you open. He was careful with you, too careful.

“Kyle,” you rubbed his shaved head encouragingly, “Another, babe. Please.”

The groan that came out of his mouth sent powerful vibrations through your body. You felt him add another finger, and the delicious stretch that came from it made your core flood with wet, hot slick.

“You’re so wet. So good,” he moaned against your lips.

“Will you… please?” You begged, not sure how to ask for what you wanted.

Kyle smiled,

“Still impatient as ever, Polo. You haven’t changed.”

You whined, begging with a twist of your hips and your body.

“Shh, shh, baby,” he kissed your pussy again, wetting his lips on you, “Gotta open you up for me.”

You arched your back as he sucked on the tight nerves of your clit, pulling an orgasm from you as his fingers pumped inside of you, creating wet noises that filled the quiet room. Your moans and his breaths became your call and his response, and the more you rocked your hips against his jaws, the hungrier he seemed to become. Eventually, his tongue joined his fingers, feeding itself into your clenching hole as a third member, stretching you through your pleasure, readying your body for his intrusion.

“God,” you reached down to him, searching for a hand to hold, “Oh, my God.”

He grabbed your hand tightly, holding you as you trembled against his mouth.

Finally, he was satisfied, and you were deeply pliant, dripping for him, and you felt the warmth pool inside you. You felt ready.

He positioned himself between your legs and lay his cock along your pussy lips and up onto your belly, showing you its length. You put your hands on him, touching his hardness. Kyle whimpered, shocking you with the noise he made, steadying himself on your hips, breathing hard.

“Are you going to put it in me?” You whispered, hearing your voice but not realizing you were saying the words.

“Yeah, baby, I am,” he promised, “You ready?”

You nodded, watching as he placed his head at your entrance, feeling the pressure he applied as he pushed forward. The first inch or two felt wonderful, but it was nothing out of the ordinary. It wasn’t until he sank deeper into your pussy that you started to feel the pressure he was creating with his girth. It stung, and then, there was a quick release. He slipped forward, no longer impeded, and he caught himself, aware of you and your pain.

He was gasping, trying to hold himself back,

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you pulled him into a long kiss, bending your hips to encourage him.

“Fuck, okay, okay…” he groaned, pushing into you deeper.

He moved slowly, carefully, and with his gaze pinned to your face, watching for any signs of pain or displeasure. His hand worked your clit for you, building your pleasure as your body experienced this new, full sensation. You felt like you were using muscles within you that you’d never used before.

Unable to hold himself together, he rested his nose and mouth in the crook of your neck, kissing you, whining for you, telling you a million sweet nothings about how good you were and how you were making him feel. You cradled his head, enjoying all of the sensations he was crafting within you, hanging on every word.

The way that your body was taking him was painful at first, but the fullness had made up for it. You reveled in the sensation of his cock’s hardness as it parted your walls. You had an implant, and you were looking forward to feeling his come in you.

“Can you go faster?” You asked into his ear, ready for another orgasm and needing his help.

He looked up at you like you had asked him something impossible, or at least something insane, and he furrowed his brow, cupping your chin in his palm, looking into your eyes to see if you were telling the truth.

“I can, baby,” he kissed you, sucking your bottom lip between his, licking against your tongue like an invitation.

“Please…” you begged.

“Mmmnghh,” he cried, forcing his hips to thrust into you with a quicker rhythm, listening to the wet slapping noises it made on your body.

The bed creaked, and you watched as his whole body contributed to his work. His strong core and huge shoulders helped him rut into you, and you could see the red flush coating his cheeks and neck. His intensity was making you feel like you were static, like you could call down lightning to strike you at any moment.

“Kyle, oh, fuck… you’re making me come. Fuck!” You called out for him, feeling yourself tumbling over the edge from his new speed.

“You’re making me come,” he growled, staring down at where you were joined together, his huge body tensing like he was trying to hold onto you in a torrential storm, like you would fly away from him if he didn’t hold you tight.

You tried to hold back, but you clenched down around him, unable to help your reaction. He thrust forward once, and then once more, in a stuttering, slow fashion, and you felt his come pulse into you, hot and sticky. It was subtle, but enjoyable, and you clenched again to draw out another sigh.

“Fuck, that was… it was perfect. Your pussy is perfect, baby. Holy shit. You held me just right. I’m so sorry, I couldn’t stop it,” he was mumbling, still thrusting in and out of you as he softened, trying his best to calm down.

You ran your hands across his wide chest,

“Thank you for keeping your promise.”

“Wanna make another one?” He smiled down at you, kissing you as he slid out of your body, turning you over so he could hold you close to him.

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kitkatscabinet · 6 months

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Fuck it. Stepbro Gaz x Reader

This one goes out to the discord server, you sick freaks 🫶

Stepbro! Gaz that’s 17 when your 15, meeting for the first time at your parents wedding, not even four months after they’d met. Neither of you are very happy but Kyle is the cutest boy you’ve ever seen so you quickly get over it.

Stepbro! Gaz that lets his new little shadow follow him around like a puppy without much fuss because it’s kind of nice to be the centre of someone’s attention for once.

Stepbro! Gaz that only notices how weird your clingy behaviour is when his friends point it out. He tries to pull away a little bit but he’s weak to your tears and pouty face. He joins the military not long after this revelation and by the time he’s consistently back home you’re already off at University.

Stepbro! Gaz seeing a video of you drunkenly making out with some guy at a party on one of his old friends social media and tries to convince himself that it’s lingering sibling affection that makes him so angry at the sight. Even if his mind keeps inadvertently flashing back to the sight of your bare thighs.

Stepbro! Gaz that’s 21 to your 19 when you drunkenly call him for the first time, sniffling as you whine about how badly you want his cock. He has you hand the phone to someone else, makes sure you’re safe and promptly hangs up, desperately ignoring how hard he is.

The second time it happens he doesn’t hang up fast enough and listens as you touch yourself, the obscene squelching noises filtering into his ear along and for the first time he wishes alongside you that it was his fingers. He doesn’t pick up the next time you call.

The third time you admit to him that you’re a virgin, that despite how many guys there are trying to get in your pants your saving yourself for him. The cold shower isn’t enough that time and he gives in to his urges, just this once he promises.

Stepbro! Gaz finally seeing you again for a family Christmas gathering. It’s been a long year of your torturous calls and seeing you in person is almost enough to break his resolve. Especially because you touch him so brazenly.

Stepbro! Gaz that walks into his room a few days later, pent up and mad from your teasing behaviour later only to find you desperately humping his pillow.

His brain is screaming at him to turn around and get the fuck out but you’ve already noticed him, teary eyes and whiny voice going straight to his dick as you beg to touch him. “Please Kyle. I’ll use your thigh. You won’t even have to do anything!”

Stepbro! Gaz finally giving in at that, brain blue screening and before he knows it you’ve already cum on his thighs twice, whining and pawing at his chest as you beg for more

#x reader #kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #kyle garrick cod

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konigsblog · 5 months

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tw: (gaz and reader in their 20s, price in his 40s) hybrid (dog-human), punishments

owner!price, dog!gaz and dog!reader :3

your owner, price, is gone. finally giving you two time to fuck the sexual frustration and anger out on eachother!

price always adored having two, dumb dog hybrids around. the old man couldn't get it up, but you two were a real treat for him!! but, he never allowed you two to fuck eachother, leaving you both insatiably horny and needy for your holes to be filled with something other than price's girthy, meaty dick!

your asshole aches from the amount of times gaz slided inside. his ears are perked and his tail can't stop wagging. his skin covered in soft fur that rubs against the backs of your thighs and his chest sweaty. he thrusts into you eagerly, watching the way you arch your back, head pressed on the ground and your eyes rolled back.

you ride his fingers, cumming all over them when he teases your clit a little too much... fuck, dog!gaz is mean with the way he tugs at your tail during backshots. sliding into your tightening hole and making sure to grip your tail tightly so you're whining and mewling for him to stop -- so that his rough thrusts don't seem that bad in comparison to the pain he inflicted onto your poor, fluffy tail before :(

when price comes back, he makes sure to give you a nice spanking and pull gaz by his collar to suck him off. you're bent over his large lap, while gaz is crouched between price's muscular thighs and underneath your bent over body... poor gaz, his neck and throat hurt, so does his heart when he listens to your cries and wails... :(

but, he'll make sure to make price happy. by sucking him off ‘til he cums deep down his throat, passing out from the good, deserved orgasm and leaving gaz to fuck you just one more time before the old man wakes up... ;3

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celestialwhoree · 1 month

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ok, but imagine- 141 with a short, chubby reader who likes to dress up all cute, and seems like they need to be protected at all costs. but one day the reader just up n fuckin moves the couch with one hand to vacuum or something- when he gets confused, they just go 'did you forget i have a physically demanding job? i could pick you up without a problem! ^_^'

I love love love this trope sm! Big burly military guy who automatically assumes that he has to do all of the heavy lifting x feminine frilly soft reader that can hold their own 💕

Hope you don't mind me writing this with Gaz as opposed to all of the boys but he's not cropped up on my blog for a bit and I miss writing him!

You're feeling cheerful today. It's one of the first days of spring, the sun is shining, birds chirping and one of your favourite songs plays quietly on the record player Kyle bought you for Christmas. Spring cleaning is well underway, an annual ritual you've fallen into ever since you and Kyle moved in together, a day of domestic bliss you wouldn't give up for anything. You're pottering absentmindedly through the house with the mop in one hand, and a sloshing bucket in the other as you make your way into the living room, where Kyle busies himself with cleaning the windows, bobbing his head along with the music.

"Y'aright, bird?" His pretty brown eyes dart between your flushed cheeks, the full bucket placed by your feet, and the mop you currently wield. "Mhm!" You chirp happily back, bottom lip pulled pensively between your teeth as you look over the room, what you need to do and where best to start. "You think there's anything cool stuck under the couch?" Kyle turns to you, taking in the thoughtful, slightly distant look on your face with amusement, leaving his washcloth on the windowsill as he takes your face in his hands, pressing a little kiss to your forehead. "You want me to lift it up so you can look?" "I got it."

Before he knows it, you've got the couch halfway hoisted up on your shoulder as you peer into the dark, dusty space underneath. "Bird-" He stammers, going to grab the couch before you shoo him off. "Is that the airpod you lost?" A pink painted acrylic points to a little speck of white, tangled amongst dust and other mysteriously accumulated floor stuff. Kyle is quick to grab the lost ear bud from the floor, wiping it off on his shirt as you drop the couch back down, seemingly entirely unbothered by your impressive feat.

"Scare the shit out of me when you do stuff like that." He huffs, checking on you almost on instinct as you smile proudly up at him. "My strong girl, hey?"

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erinfern0 · 5 months

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kyle “gaz” garrick — nsfw headcanons

kyle who is such a sweetheart, he makes playlists that remind him of you, but soon they turn into soundtracks of your sessions. he has a playlist for any fantasy you two might want to play out. they help him to relax when he's deployed.

kyle who peppers kisses all over you, no matter where. your face, neck, thighs, back. his lips find your skin before you can even register it.

kyle who always praises you and whispers sweet nothings to you no matter how rough he might get. yeah, he might break your back but never your heart. if he's going to degrade you, he won't go all the way, he always follows with some praise. “that's it, slut. you're doing so well.” type of thing.

kyle who has a praise kink in both ways. he loves to let you know how beautiful you are, how good you make him feel, etc. as soon as you start to praise him too? he melts. straight away.

kyle who's favorite places to kiss on your body are your wrists. he just adores the feel of your pulse right against his lips as he looks into your eyes.

kyle who loves going down on you. come on, we all know he's a munch. especially if you've had a bad day, he's on his knees in seconds, pawing at your bottoms to let you know it's time for his meal.

kyle who loves to eat ass. and he does it like a pro. he loves anal in general — both giving and receiving, but it takes him a while to admit it. after you two talk about it's all he can think of.

kyle who gets horny at such random moments, you never expect it. you find yourself watching a movie by yourself, he's back from running errands all day. he's tired and sleepy, but all of a sudden he needs you. just the sight of you wearing your shorts is enough.

kyle who is willing to try any fantasy your mind can think of, he just loves to experiment with you just for that connection and knowledge about you that he gets every single time.

kyle who loves to bring toys into the bedroom, as like i mentioned - he loves to try everything. he especially likes it when you use vibrators on him, he turns into a pretty mess quite quickly.

kyle who is gone the second you expose your chest to him. big, small, flat, soggy - doesn't matter. he loves all chests, especially the nipples. will suck and kiss them until his mouth is sore.

kyle who stumbles over his own words. as soon as he gets sexdrunk - you know it. his sentences break in the middle, mostly interrupted by soft curses.

kyle who goes “oh, fuck” under his breath as soon as he enters you, his mind can't react to such contact differently.

kyle who loves to put on a show for you. he makes it a performance of his life every time you ask him to do something, teases you, and just does it like the great lover he is. he doesn't exaggerate anything tho, just uses his words a little more carefully, tries to show you exactly what you might want to see.

kyle who adores mutual masturbation. the intimacy plus another opportunity to perform for your entertainment — the combo he loves so much he can't help but ask for it every couple of days.

kyle who definitely steals something of yours as an innocent reminder of your presence beside him but always ends up with the filthiest imagination involving the object.

kyle who can't help but says your name every time he masturbates. as a moan, whimper, or grunt, it's always on the tip of his tongue.

kyle who takes a while to allow himself to make any noise, thinking it's slightly shameful how loud he gets. as soon as you make him feel comfortable about it he can't shut up.

kyle who is an absolute switch, loves to be the soft dom who fucks you slow, deep but hard just to let you ride him and praise him right after.

kyle who shudders and twitches for a while during and after he cums. he's just so sensitive he can't help it. the feeling of your body so close to his, your breath on his lips, and his hands reaching out to just touch you — doesn't matter where.

kyle who loves to take his time with you but is obsessed with quickies, especially when you do it right before you leave the house. You're about to see your friends in half an hour? he'll spend half this time fucking you or eating you out and the other half just cleaning you up and driving there. will definitely side-eye you every now and then, gazing over the almost invisible evidence of what happened just minutes ago.

kyle who whispers filthy shit into your ears in public just to brush it off and move away with a chuckle. people always think he's just talking shit or throwing jokes but no - he just made a comment of how pretty you'd look bent over the shelves.

kyle who loves to be edged so goddamn much. especially when you give him handjobs, talking him through them and pulling your hand away as soon as you see him getting close.

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headcanonenthusiast · 4 months

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Kyle Garrick NSFW headcanons

This was so difficult to write for some reason and idk why 😭😭 I think I just had a lot of trouble writing for Gaz, because as much as I like him as a character, I'm not much of a Gaz girl. (Or, I wasn't before writing this. I think I changed my own mind with these headcanons 🤭)

(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.)

Enjoy!

Nsfw under the cut.

-His biggest mission during sex is to make you scream.

-If you haven't screamed his name so loudly that it gets you a volume warning on a smart watch, he isn't done.

-Will beg you to be even louder if he isn't satisfied with your volume.

-"C'mon, louder. Louder, baby, you can be louder than that."

-Lowkey doesn't mind fucking you near an open window. Def leans down to whisper in your ear to encourage you to be louder.

-"Don't go covering your mouth now, love. Let the neighbors hear how good I'm making you feel."

-3 inches soft, 5 inches hard.

-Calls you pretty girl/boy all the time.

-Especially if you're wearing something of his, whether it be a shirt or necklace or his dog tags.

-Honestly, whenever he sees you in his clothing, especially his dog tags, he goes crazy.

-"Look at you, pretty boy/girl. Keeping my shirt nice and warm for me."

-OBSESSED with taking you while you're on your stomach.

-He'll lean down to kiss your shoulders and back, fingers switching between your hip to your side.

-Isn't opposed to you being on top, as long as you're both enjoying yourselves.

-Like I said, he loves taking you from behind. As such, he sees any sort of marks or dots that you normally don't even see. And he'll run his fingers along any birthmarks/scars with his face buried in the crook of your neck.

-Feel like he'd like recording/taking pictures of it, too. (With consent ofc)

-And he definitely won't share those photos with anyone. They are only for his eyes and your own.

-"God, baby. I ruined you last night. Look at how messy your hair got."

-I feel like he sends the most gorgeous nudes.

-He basically poses for you like a model in front of the mirror. Mf knows he's hot.

-I feel like the main way he asks for sex is sending you a nude or spicy message. Normally doesn't ask for it outright, kinda let's it go over text or come into the night randomly.

-He sees eating you out/sucking you off as a great way to calm you down.

-If somethings got you upset, he'll get a small frown on his face and look more concerned. You don't have to tell him anything if you don't want to, though. Just let him gently eat your pussy/suck your dick and I can guarantee that you'll forget about whatever was upsetting you.

-If you feel more overstimulated or just have the tendency to cry from the sensations of sex, he's stopping and pulling out with a hand on your shoulder.

-"Oh shit, did I hurt you? I'm sorry, babe."

-And even if he didn't hurt you at all, it just felt super good, he never pressures you into continuing. If you want to keep going, he'll return to a similar pace but with more awareness of your facial expressions and noises.

-I feel like he'd want to try cockwarming you, but he's honestly so bad at keeping still. It's not his fault you feel too good to not move inside of.

-"Come on, baby. You feel so good, you're so fucking tight. It'd be sinful of me not to move."

-Please put your hands on his shoulders if you're on your back. Nothing will get him harder than you touching his shoulders.

-And if you cry out his name? His confidence shoots through the roof and he nearly cums right then and there.

-Prefers cumming on your stomach, back or thighs so he can take pictures afterwards.

-Aftercare includes him handing you some water before grabbing two game controllers, asking if you'd like to play a game before bed. And if you agree, y'all's moans won't be the only thing the neighbors complain about. Your laughter will probably be as loud as the moans, too.

-And maybe whoever loses the game has to bottom for the next round, idk 🤭

My hands hurt from typing so much 😭 but thanks to everyone who voted! It was challenging to write for Gaz, bc like I said, until an hour ago when I started writing this I wasn't super attracted to him, but I need to learn to write for characters I don't often think about more. Hope y'all enjoyed! Alejandro is up next 😏

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