kyle garrick tying you up "solely to practice his shibari knots," he promises. you only say yes after he gives you his best puppy dog eyes and promises to be gentle with it. you can even keep your clothes on.
thirty minutes later, he's got you all knotted up on the edge of his bed with your face pressed into the mattress and ass pointed upwards.
part of you still can't figure out how he got you like this. you didn't even know you could bend like this; your arms forced to your sides and stuck between your parted legs, while your wrists and ankles are all somehow knotted together with the same rope.
"feel alright?"
"...i guess. can't really move, but i suppose that's the point, right?"
you hear gaz snicker at your answer before patting your ass with a gentle palm. "yep."
it's a few moments after he goes quiet that the air in the room shifts. when you ask if he's okay, all you get is a quiet, lost-sounding hum. like he's here and far away all at once.
another ten seconds of quiet has you gulping with a subtle squirm. the next time he speaks, you shiver.
"you, um... you ever been fucked like this before, luvie? have someone wrap you up like a pretty present, 'n then stick their cock inside you for a bit?"
gaz's words rush an unexpected heat through you.
"um... i had someone tie my hands once. didn't come, though."
kyle releases a quiet tsk of disappointment, grabbing you by the waist, and holding you steady as he presses his growing bulge into one of your cheeks.
"well, that's a right fuckin' tragedy, isn't it? good thing i'm here, huh?"
you blink. wait, what?
"wait... gaz, whatā"
a rip of your bottoms shut you up. kyle chuckles, grinning to himself at the print of your underwear.
Hey ghoul! Do you think any of the boys would leave the force? What if they have a partner theyāre over the moon with whoās too scared for them? Compromise or the highway or desk job? Thank you!
I always feel sort of mean when I answer asks like this because the answer is: no. Genuinely and within the context of canon there is no way any of these men would ever leave the military no matter who asked.
Soap has been dreaming of being an SAS officer since he was a kid, to the point of forging papers to try and enlist illegally, this is the only thing he has ever wanted to do and he's really fucking good at it. If shirking a potential court martial after kidnapping a General (senator? I can't remember rn) doesn't tell you this man is ruthlessly, stubbornly, devoted to his moral cause then I don't know what will. Soap is dedicated to the army, it's everything to him, and I can't see any reason you could give that would make him give it up. He wants to do this work, he's good at it, and he's following a rigid moral code that you're not going to sway him against. The idea of doing desk work is so antithetical to who he is as a person you may as well ask him to flay himself. He won't leave, and there's no compromise you could offer that would he'd agree too.
Gaz is the same. He's not just a good SAS agent he's the best, the kind of good that you don't get to if you're not wholly dedicated to it. Gaz isn't Price's protege for nothing, the man made the decision long ago that he's happy to get his hands dirty if it means he gets the job done and I doubt he has any moral issues with it at this point. There is an efficiency to the way he was able to wrap his head around Price's "gloves off" tactics that tell me he was always willing to do what needed to be done and he always wanted to be the one doing it. You are not going to convince this man to go against Price's orders and that is the only authority Gaz is going to bow to, so you may as well get used to crying to a stone wall because that's all you're going to get. Leave the SAS? Take a desk job? He'll turn it around and make you apologize for even asking, make you feel guilty for even worrying. You don't trust him, you don't think he's competent, you don't care about the safety of other people. If you can't handle what you signed up for when you married him, you can leave.
Ghost... I mean I genuinely don't think this man cares enough about other people to even find a long term partner let alone allow that partner to think they could dictate any part of his career. Even if he did? What else is he going to do if not this? You think he'd be happy doing desk work? You're deluding yourself. He was made for warfare, he was born angry, born to fight and kill and die in a hail of gunfire. He won't even take a photo for the SAS and you think he could be persuaded to leave a job he so clearly was made for? Sure.
Price can't leave. He made this job his life a long time ago, put his parameters in place and has been pushing them further to where he needs them ever since. The man who shot General Shepherd execution style in his office is not going to leave the army and I don't think you need me to explain to you why that is. If he can't be in the army legally he'll form a militia and keep doing what he already was doing with fewer guard rails and less care for the civilians he's impacting. You want to see ruthless? He'll give you ruthless. You ask him to leave the army and you will never see him again, it's easier that way, maybe not for you but certainly for him. And at the end of the day that's the only person he really cares about.
Thinknā bout Ghost who everyone thought would have a sweet, shy, and overly kind affectionate partner .
Oh they were shocked when you walked in with a takeout bag and drink in hand , exact opposite of what they thought, you look like you want to rip out everyoneās throat out, the meanest Rbf theyāve ever seen (their still not completely sure your not pissed ) you walk to Ghost dropping the bag in his lap and drink it almost spilling.
Ghost doesnāt say a word ādonāt forget you lunch next timeā your voice sounds more like a threat than a reminder but Ghost nods ādidnāt āave toā but still taking the food thanking her with a nod
āI knowā you sound like a bitch āI wonāt next timeā leaving the rest of the team shocked thinking youāre disrespecting Ghost and heās just taking it??
But after you leave Ghost sighs āaināt they perfectā more of a statement then a question.
After a few times of seeing you around the team starts to put two and two together, that you just just have a major resting bitch face and natural attitude.
āyāknow what? They are perfect for himā Soap muttered to Gaz while the two watched you an Ghost stare at each other like they hate each other ācopy n pasted mateā Gaz replied
wow! your understanding of this character is so. . . Unique! just wondering by the way but when was the last time you directly interacted with the source media
respectfully to everyone whos been like Well have you considered idc about the source media and im doing whatever i want with my little blorbos <3 like... you know thats allowed right. like thats fine. i am not condemning you. But you have to accept the fact that nobody has that context besides you unless you put that disclaimer on everything you make. and youre not gonna do that. so if i go into a character tag and see someone call the character, who is canonically a cat, a dog with no extra explanation with their whole chest, i am not going to go Ohhh haha theyre just playing dolls! i am going to go Just wondering by the way but when was the last time you directly interacted with the source media
TW : Pregnancy , manipulation , gaslighting , p in v
Heās the sweetest out of the group, one of if not the most friendly and well mannered. Youād just never expect with a smile like his that heād be carrying thoughts just as wicked as the rest of the team.
Gaslighting grand champion.
No matter how justified your frustration may be, heāll not only win every argument you two have, heāll have you on your knees sucking him off with choked out apologies for accusing himā even though he usually is in the wrong.
Heās so cruel when having you beg for his forgiveness. Even going as far as to having you ride him while pregnant with his child. It was after you complained about the toilet seat being up. He somehow managed to make you second guess yourself, and guiltily you offered as a way to apologize. You know how much he loves when you ride him, so it felt like an easy fix. Except having to bounce up and down with a heavy belly proved harder than you thought. You tired quickly and despite your best efforts, the need to tap out was blatant. You whined breathlessly about needing a break, to at least change positions before riding him to completion, but Kyle wasnāt so altruistic.
He chastise you. How you made him feel so bad from the argument when he was innocent, and now youāre trying to make him feel bad again even though youāre the one who offered this? How shameless could you be?
You tried to explain itās not like that but his silver tongue proved its weight in gold. And so he remained laid back with arms comfortably folded over his chest as you continued to rock and bounce against him without his support, missing the way he bit his inner cheek to conceal his content smirk.
for your plane reqsā¦.id just love the dirtiest age gap/daddy kink shit. just like old man bf john or soap
oh anon you have come to the right gal. cw infidelity
i wrote about something similar on this post, but i deeply believe in a handyman retired price reality. his wooly hands are built for termite wood and rust, so when he holds a soft thing like you, the callouses catch on your dress before he takes it off.
specifically and technically, youāre off limits. sweet newlywed heās working for, with an ungrateful husband whoās already forgotten the luck of his marriage after the first down payment on the house.
thatās okay though, old man john knows how to treat a woman. his wisdom corners you in the kitchen over tea, where you entertain conversation with him because heās working on your kitchen. and then he makes you laugh. really laugh, the ugly kind that tickles your insides and heats your neck.
his crows feet and smile creases make you flush, and when you hold your husbands face you start looking for that same sign of aged petrichor and expensive wine in him.
never comes.
you blink, and suddenly Johnās got his big, working hand clamped over your mouth in the coat closet, fucking you from behind as you grip the sides of the door. he grunts, whispering as he ruins your soaked cunt,
āknew a pretty doll like you needed a real man in your womb, hm? the daft boy,ā he groans when you cum for a third time, cunt squeezing his cock, āwas a couple years too young. this is what a decade gets you, darlin.ā
comes deep inside you, and the dirtier part of you hope it takes.
Oh for fuckās sake, people calling out racist writing in fanfic isnāt ācensorshipā. I say this as a fic writer but some of you need to get off your high fucking horse.
Truly some of the most irritating culture has sprung up around fanwork and fanfic in specific likeā¦ no, making something for free does not in fact make it sacrosanct or immune to criticism! Your right to ādo whatever you want foreverā or say āfandom is for funā stops the second youāre being bigoted and making fan spaces unsafe for marginalized people!
"fandom is for fun" except for poc who have to deal with rampant racism and white people unable to acknowledge let alone take accountability for their racism
you and gaz have been going out for a couple of weeks. classical gentleman. knocked your standards up a few pegs and then some. treats you gently and poetic with comfort. makes you laugh.
and all of these things make you nervous to bed him.
hands tremble a bit as you fiddle with his dress shirt buttons, doing your best to focus on the gentle grip that pulses over your hipbone. mind on overdrive when he shoves his hands up your dress.
loosing the ability to worry in your first orgasm.
he flips you over across the counter, face cooling on the granite. a breath as he hikes up your dress, and you both realize something rather quickly-
you forgot to mention the tattoo.
approaching a decade old. a stick and poke from your late teens. sits right above your ass. you go to say something when you feel his thumb press against it.
āwhat do we have hereā¦ā
doesnāt take his eyes off it when he fucks you from behind. makes sure to kiss it after licking your cunt clean from his spend.
Any black woman complaining about stereotypes in relation to the personalities and styles of black women are coons, the end.
There are black women behind these accs that are writing based on how they are, how they dress, how they act. That's not stereotypical.
Plenty black women writers wear wigs, acrylics, have boisterous personalities, are thicker. How yall gon tell THEM they don't deserve representation bc it offends you? Yall sound like karens.
If you not that kind of black woman congrats but you don't get a cookie. Make your own representation. Stop following racist agendas from yt ppl who want us to see our own race as bad.
