A Cosmic Whore For Cosmic Horrors

23 || Queer || He/It || MINORS DNI || Lover of Monsters, Cryptids, Eldritch Horrors, Slashers and a few normal people || Ao3 - fallingprophetically ||

[fallingprophetically]

Was wanting to write a forbidden lovers alpha/alpha Gaz x Reader but idk if the primary gender of the reader should be male or if I should leave it vague to make it neutral.

Thoughts?

Masc/Male

Vague/Gender-Neutral

Voting ended onNov 21, 2025

[embry-garrick-ravengard-deactiv]

Alpha!Soap x Alpha!Gaz x Alpha!Male!Reader

Cw: Omegaverse (but not the way you think :)), degrading, feminine terms for genitalia, bondage, rut, fingering, talks of pregnancy, breeding kink, biting, Slapping, knot slapping? Primal sort of (they’ve got instincts), taming? Bite scars? Lemme know if I missed anything!

Minors and ageless and fem aligned accounts dni, I block immediately. Thank you! :))

You and Gaz stand side by side, eyes darkening in lust. Chests starting to heave as you look down at Soap, who’s tied down. His knees to his chest and spread wide, making sure his plugged hole and cock are on display.

He’s already prepped, hard, nostrils flaring at you and Gaz staring down at him like he’s an omega. Hackles raising, snarl forming on his face. But he’s hard, leaking, and signed up for this. “Would you fucking hurry up? I wanted to get fucked, not stared at.”

You growl in response, roughly pulling the plug out, watching hungrily as his hole flutters and he gasps. Then start pushing Gaz towards him. “Bitch him out first. Make him take your knot over and over again. I’ll get my fill after.” You then pull back, settling in to watch the show.

And man, does Gaz put on a show.

Gaz’s fat cock slides home into Soap, rut already starting to make him too far gone to wait. Pounding into Soap without much thought. Of course Soap’s instincts flare up, the alpha in him not liking his position… Even if getting fucked is making his eyes roll back, and small moans start to escape.

Of course you can’t have your bitch acting up, so you go to the side of the bed and slap him. “Behave. Take Kyle’s cock like a good slut. Don’t fucking snarl, submit.”

He moans at the slap, but shakes his head and glares up at you. Body tensing as though he wants to lunge. “I’m not a fucking omega, you can’t treat me like one-“ Another slap interrupts him. His eyes rolling back as Gaz finally starts to hit his prostate.

“See bitch? It feels good, doesn’t it?” You hum, watching in amusement as he lets out a loud moan. He catches himself nodding, before biting his bottom lip to silence himself. His hackles start to raise again, but this time you slap his knot that’s already forming from the pleasure Gaz is giving him. Rough, sloppy, uncoordinated thrusts making his chest jiggle.

“Don’t fucking start. You feel good, so stop trying to bark.” You slap his knot again, watching as he finally lets go of his bottom lip to cry out. His hole clenching around Gaz, causing him to hoarsely moan out.

“That’s it, clench your cunt around me. Being such a good bitch f’me.” Gaz moans out, making Soap flush red and close his eyes. His cock beginning to leak. You smile lazily, dilated eyes enjoying his reaction.

“Look at that, just needed to call your hole a cunt for you to relax yeah? Have Kyle call you a good bitch?” He shakes his head, straining in the rope holding him down and in place. Whines escaping his throat, once more biting his lip to try and keep quiet.

You slap his knot again, making him cry out and buck his hips. You spit on his cock, and begin to stroke him. Smiling as Gaz’s thrusts speed up, you turn your head towards Gaz.

“His cunt tightening around you?” And Gaz nods, growling deep in his throat. His knot beginning to catch on Soap’s rim. “M’close, close to breeding his tight cunt.” Gaz moans, hips driving into Soap further.

You huff, turning your head back to Soap. His head is thrown back, mouth open wide as he gasps. Your stroking never stopped, until suddenly you squeeze Soap’s knot. His body going tight, as he screams, Gaz pushing his knot in at the same time and flooding Soap’s insides. Soap’s stomach painted white, as Gaz’s fat knot nudges against his prostate.

You laugh and slick up your finger with lube, and begin to trace Soap’s plugged up hole. “Gotta keep going, Kyle. Properly bitch him out, yeah?” And of course Gaz is nodding and whining, squirming as you trace Soap’s hole. Able to feel you pressing on his sensitive knot.

Soap keens, shaking as your finger slides in next to Gaz’s knot. Making the seal pop, and all of Gaz’s cum start to flow out. You pull your finger out, and watch as Gaz begins to pound into Soap again. Hard cock never softening after he came. Soap’s eyes roll back, his cock weakly twitching at the overwhelming sensation.

You lay down next to Soap, kissing his slack jaw and mouth. “Feels good, yeah? See what happens when you’re a good bitch who takes it?” He nods stupidly, blue eyes tearing up as loud moans fall from his lips. Body lax against the bed, pliant like the good cum dump he is.

He clumsily kisses you back, whining into your mouth. His salty tears adding to his taste. You trail your hand down, squeezing at his jiggling chest. Smiling as he yelps into your mouth. Eventually you pull away, wanting to see how Gaz is doing. Your own rut beginning to bother you, but you refrain from pushing Gaz off of Soap and giving in to your instincts.

“How you doing, Kyle? Close again?” And he nods, leaning down to lay on top of Soap as he thrusts. Biting his lip when Soap clenches and moans at the new angle. “Yeah, m’about to breed his cunt. Can’t fucking wait to see him round with my pups.” He growls out, Soap’s hole clenching again as he whimpers at Gaz’s words. Gaz leans down, beginning to bite at Soap’s chest. “Gonna make his fat fucking tits full of milk.”

Soap whines at the biting and words, shaking his head to deny it. “M’not an omega. I can’t- I can’t FUCK!” He yelps, Gaz delivering a particularly hard thrust and bite. You reach in between them, stroking Soap once more.

“Of course you’re an omega, look how well you took Kyle’s knot already. You sound like one, are being bred like one.” You smirk, watching as both Gaz and Soap shudder at your words. Soap’s teary eyes looking up to meet yours.

“We’ll take good care of you, make sure you’re always happy and sated. Make sure our knots always plug you up during your heats. You’re our omega, aren’t you Johnny?” He nods, exposing his neck and closing his eyes. Gaz growls, moving his mouth to the side with his bite mark. Seeing Soap so pliant, accepting his place as Gaz and yours bitch, makes you shudder. Your own neck matches, a bite on each side belonging to them. As does Gaz’s one of your bites and Soap’s bites, scarred into his neck.

You see Gaz bite down, claiming Soap as he pushes his knot in deeply once again. Cumming into Soap with a growl, as your fingers lightly trace your bite on Soap’s neck. Soap cumming with a cry at the warm sensation, and being claimed overwhelming him.

You reach down, slicking up your finger again to pop the seal around Gaz’s knot. “My turn, move.” You’re done waiting, the sight and smell of sex affecting your rut. Making it hard to think. Gaz moves, his own head clear after getting to knot Soap twice in a row.

Your cock is thicker and longer than Gaz’s, stretching Soap wide. Sliding into him is made easy by the cum already sticking to his walls. You look at Soap’s face when you slide in, something in you snapping at the way his eyes roll back and a plead falls from his lips.

“Alpha, please.”

And who are you to deny your alpha? Who are you to deny your willing fleshlight? So you take him, grabbing his thighs and fucking into him wildly. Turning into a growling fucking animal, eyes dark and dilated. Deep growls and snarls escape your lips, making Soap expose his neck and whine.

A soft noise grabs your attention, but your hips never stop as your eyes turn to Gaz. A groan escaping your lips as you see him fingering himself and squeezing his knot. His own body submitting under your gaze.

“Seems I got another omega to fuck after this one. How lucky am I, two bitches to serve my cock.” Twin moans fill the air, Gaz’s fingers speeding up. You feel Soap clench around you, drawing your eyes back to him.

“P-please! I-I need your knot! Alpha please!” He begs, wet eyes meeting yours. His words and the sight of him make your hips stutter, knot popping and locking you two together as you lean down and bite your side of his neck. He screams loudly, cock cumming untouched.

You pop your seal immediately, pulling out so you can untie him and rub the feelings back into his limbs. Once you’re sure he’s okay, you turn your still dark gaze to Gaz. His own eyes meeting yours as he bites his lip, four fingers deep inside his hole.

Your head still isn’t fully clear, and the sight makes your hard cock twitch. “Come here. Hands and knees.” You manage to bite out, making Gaz scramble to listen. He presents himself perfectly, on his hands and knees next to a panting Soap who watches with wide eyes.

Despite his prep, Gaz is still tight so you move slow. Trying so hard not to start pounding into him like you did with Soap right away. But your patience is rewarded when he finally adjusts, and starts to move himself on your cock.

Without much fanfare, you grab his hips and start to thrust. Watching with hungry eyes as he whines and lets his chest fall to the bed. Clenching around you when Soap starts to stroke his cock, his own spent cock twitching as it tries to get hard.

“That’s it, what a good omega. Not even fighting me like a brat.” You hum, watching Soap roll his eyes. But Gaz shudders, nodding into the sheets. “Yes alpha! I’m a good omega!” He agrees, moaning when you fuck into him harder at his words.

You grab his shoulder, pulling him up and wrapping an arm around his chest. Making him arch deliciously, and cry out as you pound into him. His eyes fluttering closed as his head falls back onto your shoulder. He clenches around you and begins to squirm and whine, making your eyes go down and see Soap is stroking Gaz while tonguing his balls.

Your own hips stutter at the sight, a pleased growl rumbling your chest. “Good boy, helping me take care of Kyle. Such sweet omegas I have.” A muffled moan vibrates Gaz’s balls, making him cry out and shake against your hold. He exposes his neck, your bite mark inviting you to claim him once more. His hole clenching around you and making your knot pop inside of him as he cums when you bite down.

Sorry this is so long, I kinda got carried away! 😭

[thegnomelord]

Patience Is a Virtue

CW: Sub Top reader, Dom bottom Price, monster AU, dragon hybrid Price, Mage male reader, objectification, use of cock and strap, humiliation, edging, dom/sub, praise kink, getting called 'good boy', mild mirror sex. Might be OOC as I'm not familiar with cod. MDNI

You had fucked up.

Granted, you'd never admit or acknowledge that.

You didn't even see anything wrong by charging the enemy against his orders believing the ends justified the means. You were always like that, reckless and dismissive of your own mortality, happy to rush head first into the enemy fire if it meant one enemy was consumed by your magic. He couldn't fault you fully, the raging inferno of magic controlled you as much as you controlled it, but Price still couldn't have an asset disobeying orders like you did. Conventional punishments couldn't get through your thick skull, so he'd need to come up with a better solution...

Price got creative.

He had given you one simple order: Do not Move.

His heavy body pinned you down, thick and powerful thighs bracketing your hips, pleased growls rumbling in his chest as Price rose and then sank down on a cock.

But it wasn't your dick, he hadn't deemed you worthy of using your actual cock to pleasure him, instead fastening a strap-on to your waist. The silicone was the color of your eyes, and you could see the way it disappeared inside him through the dresser mirror behind him, wet with spit and lube.

The dragon hybrid had sucked the dildo when he first put it on you, ordering you to sit and watch as his lips wrapped around the silicone head. His long draconic tongue lapped at the artificial cum hole before he'd taken the entire thing to the balls, nose flush with your abdomen and pretty lips stretched taught, throat bulging from it and drool running down his chin. Indecently lewd sounds escaped his mouth as he pulled back, worshiping the silicone cock like a pious believer.

His eyes had never left yours, draconic gold glowing in the dark and just daring you to try going against his orders. You had needed to use every bit of your resolve to just stay fucking still, thinking of dead puppies and naked grandmas — anything to stop yourself from touching him when he'd growl with the fake cock balls deep in his throat, the sound vibrating the base of the strap on against your trapped cock beneath it.

It would send a jolt of pleasure down your spine, sizzling arousal and desperate want burning in your chest, but it wasn't enough.

Now, Price languidly rode 'you', pleased growls rumbling in his chest, slow hip movements allowing the fake cock to rub every inch of his walls. You'd know when the silicone would brush against his prostate by the way his wing would flex, by the way his tail would curl up like a beast in heat and his hungry hole would flutter around the strap, by the way the most sinful growled moan would come from his chest and his hips would grind down to prolong the sensation.

Your patience was beginning to evaporate, desiring nothing more than to pull more of those sounds from him, to be the reason behind his pleasure, to replace that damned stap and feel his greedy hole suck you in, to feel his body clench around you with draconic strength.

Price knew this, and he paid no attention to your torment.

He continued to ride you like a toy(which you were in a way), his eyes closed and head thrown back, one hand lazily stroking his own dick. Your eyes snapped to the strands of precum leaking from his tip, pooling in the grooves of your muscles, your mouth watering with the sudden desire to taste him.

He caught your gaze as he cracked open an eye, a pleased smirk on his features as he dipped his fingers into the puddle of precum and dragged his claws along your skin, sharp nails making your skin crawl from feeling his touch for the first time in a while.

It was comical how quickly you could feel your resolve slipping, fiery arousal burning hotter than mana in your veins.

Honestly, this torture should be considered a fucking war crime.

"Fuck, Price." You hissed through clenched teeth, not noticing how hard you were panting, the mana inside you burning hot. "Come on, I said I was sorry. Just let me fuck you already."

Price let out a chuckle, settling to sit fully in your lap, tail curling up just so you could see how his hole stretched and fluttered around the silicone. "You are fuckin' me." He said, fangs displayed in a grin.

That fucking dragon-

"That's not what I meant." You hastily replied, groaning when he ground down, grinding the base of the strap against your cock. "Fuck, I promise I'll follow orders next time, just, fucking please."

"You will now?" Price snorted, tone degrading, making arousal burn in your chest. "Is this all it takes? Not getting your knob wet for five minutes is enough for my mage to loose all that pride?"

You just whined at his mocking words, echoing a few more pleas without even realizing it, magic sparking along your skin with the desire to touch him, even as his words kept you down.

He chuckled, reaching out to grip your hair, pulling on it until you sat up and immediately shoving your face into his chest, almost smothering you in heaven. "Go on then, love, let's see how well behaved you are."

You didn't need to be told twice, tongue lolling out to lather his pecs with licks and kisses, teeth eagerly nibbling on his skin. A pleased rumble shook Price's chest and he rocked his hips, working to make your arousal burn hotter, urging your mind to further take what was offered to you. You sucked on his skin until his skin was marked with bruises and bitemarks, his nipples hard and puffy and covered with saliva.

"Thank you, fuck." you growled, throwing a praise to the powers that be, the desperation to touch more, to feel more, driving your body as you reached out to roughly grope his arse, pulling his body down on you while you bit his nipple hard.

A resounding growl came from his chest, yanking your head from his chest as his tail slapped your hand away, the thick appendage wrapping like a chain around your arm. "What did I tell you, boy?"

The roughness in his voice made your dick just that bit harder, making it almost impossible to think. "Stay still."  You growled, teeth clenching with the desire to swear when he ground his hips down, sending jolts up your spine.

"And what did you do? The exact opposite." He growled, the rich green scales on his tail chaffing against your skin.

“But I-” You went to argue before your rational mind caught up with your dick, recognizing that all arguing would do would make Price prolong this fucking torture. “-I’m… I’m sorry.”

"Sure you are." He said in a flat tone, draconic eyes narrowed.

"I am." You repeated, your eyes glowing with the mana in your chest, casting light on his features. "Fuck, Price, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." It was obvious you weren't used to apologizing, and you hoped your inexperience in this department would make Price take mercy on you.

The clawed hand in your hair stroked down the side of your face to hold your chin, holding your head in place as if you'd ever dream of pulling away. Your body leaned in automatically, finally you'd be able to feel his hole flutter around you instead of that god forsaken strap, finally you'd be able to touch him after being denied for so long.

"Ready to be a good boy for me sweetheart?"

He mumbled as his lips brushed against yours, voice smooth like honey. You nodded dumbly, his fangs lightly nibbling on your lip as he ground his hips ground down on yours, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine.

Then he pushed you to lie on your back with a clawed hand on your chest, pinning you to the bed again.

"Then be a good boy, and stay still, just for five more minutes." He said, a sadistic glint in his eyes, thick thighs tensing as he began riding the strap again. "You can handle that, can't you? You did disobey me again." This time, his movements were rougher, the movements sharper, his full weight bearing down on your poor dick trapped beneath the base of the strap, pleasure and pain sparking in your brain all over again.

And you realized, you had fucked up.

[ghostfacebunny]

ok but,,, imagine task force 141 using their favorite free use rookie soldier as stress relief after a mission

m!reader, NSFW, minors DNI

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Wondering what you could have possibly done for the Captain to be requesting you directly, you took a deep breath before knocking at the door to Price's office.

As you are invited in, your worry only increases. Standing before you is the entirety of task force 141. However, their usually stoic gazes were replaced by something different. Urgency? Frustration? No, that wasn't right. The way they looked you up and down mimicked that of a pack of wolves ready to devour their prey. Hunger. Then it clicked.

This was by no means a tactical call.

Just as the lightbulb goes off in your pretty little head you're being bent over the Captain's desk with your pants and boxers pulled down to your ankles. The smell of sweat, blood and dirt are still fresh on the four eager mens' uniforms, clouding your senses as they gather around you.

“Take the captain's cock like a good boy, yeah?” Gaz instructs holding you still so that Price could thrust into you with ease. You open your mouth to whine but Johnny quickly silences you, making you gag and your eyes water as his cock hits the back of your throat.

“Fuckin' hell, he’s making a mess already” Simon teases holding up his hand so that the boys can see his pre-cum stained glove.

The guys would take turns cumming inside you and tugging on your painfully overstimulated cock until they had fucked every last pent up emotion into you.

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a/n: aaaaa this is my first time posting my writing so I rewrote this like 75 times. I am so sick of looking at this so here it is ndjkndk

[nekrosmos]

Cw: 18+ (MDNI), first time

Nikolai had thick fingers.

Which was a good thing, as there was no way that John would have been able to take him fully during the first weeks of their relationships. Someone more experienced than he was could have, but John needed time, needed gentleness and care.

When the two first shared a night together, back in John's Liverpool apartment, Nikolai had him shower, clean himself up as he prepared the bed. Clean sheets, a large, soft towel for him to lay on, and a tube of lube on the nightstand. He dimmed the light, a certain shyness still very much ingrained in a recently out of the closet Price. Nik understood, of course, and was happy enough to offer him the perfect setting, hoping to have his friend and lover relax. He knew that the captain was nervous. Excited, but nervous, and he wanted to make sure that John felt safe around him, no matter what.

When Price came out, slicked wet hair, skin red from the hot water and smelling like the most enticing thing Nik had ever smelled, all Nikolai could do was smile, the view so hypnotizing he almost forgot what they were here for.

Gently, he guided John, taking his hand, kissing it, kissing his skin, his face, his lips as he had him sit on the bed, then lay on his stomach as he climbed on top of him.

Nikolai wouldn't go too far with him tonight, that was their deal. Small steps, one at a time, as John grew accustomed to him and his own pleasure. 

So, Nik laid next to him, an eager hand running against the naked body of his most trusted friend, lips kissing his freckled shoulders while his fingers wandered lower and lower, making sure that John was alright, every step of the way.

He felt him tense up slightly when his fingers reached his entrance, caressing it slowly, carefully for a moment, while his dark eyes observed his partner for any reactions. John was flustered, hiding his face in the crook of his elbow, groaning when he felt Nik touch him.

Even then, with John's face almost fully hidden, Nikolai thought of him as the most beautiful thing he ever had the pleasure to have his hands on. The perfect shape of his body, his ruffled hair, the blue eyes peaking through their hiding spot to glance at him from time to time, and the way he reacted to his every touch. It was intoxicating. Nikolai placed a kiss against John's forehead, his free hand running through his hair before grabbing the small tube, opening it and spreading the cold liquid against his fingers.

From the corner of his eye, he could see John's hand squeeze the pillow he was laying against. Nik smiled again as he placed more kisses against his skin, this time his back, almost as freckled as his shoulders were.

"We can stop any time, John. I won't hurt you."

This got a reaction out of him, John's head turning and glancing at Nik, his cheeks flushed with red.

"I trust you, Nik. I'm just nervous." 

Nik nodded, moving himself up so he could kiss John’s face again, and then his lips, both of them eager, hungry as Price groaned against him, leaving him almost breathless, until Nik began to push a finger inside of him, the groans replaced by moans as they kept kissing sloppily. 

The resistance against Nik’s finger was natural, the heat of John’s body almost intense against his fingertip. He was slow, gentle, listening to every single sound coming out of John, ready to move back if something was wrong. 

He was barely a knuckle deep when John tensed up again, Nik immediately stopping himself. A few more kisses and sweet praises whispered in his ear and John’s body relaxed, his hole opening up as Nik pushed deeper. 

The way John’s body was able to take his finger was beautiful. Nik could feel his entrance stretch around him, but slowly give in, soft muffled moans coming from John as he was experiencing something new, something intimate and special that Nik knew he had been craving for a long time, perhaps even without realizing. By the time he had pushed his finger as deep as he could inside of him, John was fully relaxed, limbs limp as he laid on the bed, head in the pillow he was holding. 

The moans and groans echoed louder when Nikolai began to withdraw his finger before pushing it back inside, making sure to make it as pleasurable as he could for John. His hips began to move as Nik’s hand moved, looking for friction against the bed, his cock probably hard under him, although Nik wanted to wait a little longer before touching him there as well. For now, he wanted John to experience the pleasure of penetration, relax into it and allow himself to discover what he liked. It was going well, judging by the swears now leaving his lips. 

“Fuck, Nik, That’s already so much.” 

“Da, but you will be able to take more, in time.” 

This got another swear out of John, and another one as Nik pushed deeper again, fucking him so thoroughly with just a single finger, his thighs shaking ever so slightly under Nik’s touch. 

This continued until Nikolai could feel John getting closer, his body heating up and his moans getting more desperate, hole fully relaxed around the intrusion. 

So, Nik rolled on to his side, guiding John to do the same so that his free hand could wrap itself around his hardened cock, slick with pre-cum and begging to be touched. The sounds escaping John’s lips were outright sinful, a perfect melody to Nik’s ears as he dragged his palm up and down his shaft, thumb playing with John’s tip as he quickened the thrust of his finger inside him. 

It didn’t take long for John to finish, hot white seed spreading inside of Nik’s palm and on the towel he had laid under him earlier, body tensing up for a second before giving up, the bliss of his orgasm spreading through him, unable to form a coherent sentence as he rested against Nik’s bigger body, shielding him, protecting him as he felt John’s ecstasy coursing through him. 

John was breathless, his skin burning hot, cheeks red and lips parted as he tried to compose himself. 

It was getting difficult for Nikolai to ignore how hard he himself had become, his cock pressing against John’s ass under his sweatpants. 

One day, he would take John, fully. But not tonight. Tonight was not about him, but about John and his pleasure. 

Nik smiled as he pressed another kiss to John’s temple, then his cheek, stopping right under his ear lobe, the skin of his neck sensitive to his touch. 

“You did so good, John. I think you could take another finger, da?” 

The shiver that ran down John’s spine was all the answer he needed, as he leaned back to grab back the tube of lube. The night would be long, and he would make sure that John enjoyed every inch of his fingers as he basked in the bliss of his pleasure.

[fallingprophetically]

Alright so, I'd seen a skit with Sir Patrick Stewart where he had an erotic bakery and it got me thinking.

MDNI

What if the 141 opened an erotic bakery, but a fruity one.

Not sure yet if this would be a hobby type thing for when they've got time or if it's after they've retirement from the military, but either way they'd be making such sinful treats that (almost) everyone would love.

How I'd see it is, Price would be the main baker. Perhaps he picked up baking as a hobby some time ago and he's now at a point where he feels he could sell his goods (The food he bakes not his body, you feral creatures). If it were Price's job for after the military instead of just hobby, then he would live breath and sleep at that bakery. For as long as his body, and his boys, let him he would be baking something sweet. Since he's the one that'd start this up he'd be incharge of finances and such as well as making sure they've got the proper ingredients and materials.

Ghost is the most obvious one. He'd be the goods decorator (you hoes, the FOOD). I think this is both the obvious and funniest choice. Obvious because, well, he made his own fucking mask. Funniest because he's the biggest of them, so most would expect him to be doing something more physical. Like imagine you go there and you're redirected to the decorator and it's the biggest fuck there in a fucking mask with a gruff voice asking "whatdya want". I'd piss my self laughing, mostly out of fear though cuz I get nervous tinkles, because WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK. Like it's just funny, yknow?

Anyways, Gaz is the more patient of the younger two. Because of this he frequently helps both Price and Ghost with baking and decorating. I feel like he'd also help Price with the accounting and finance aspect of the bakery, but that shits boring. So at first he'd have either burnt his shit or not cooked it enough and made it a gooey mess. This phase also didn't last so long, both because he's a quick learner and because Price is a damn good teacher. Now, decorating isn't his strong suit, he's not too artistically inclined, but he's amazing at doing repeatative designs on the treats.

Soap, on the other hand, isn’t as patient as Gaz. He does, however, have steady enough hands that help with much finer details. He, unlike Gaz, cannot bake for shit. He's just as quick a learner as Gaz, he just has horrible focus when it comes to waiting for the ovens. Not sure why, but i feel if he isn't doing something intricate he just can't focus. So, because of that, he's usually the delivery driver or picks up materials for the bakery.

Gaz and Soap are the pretty boys of the 141 so obviously they'd be the face of the bakery. Any customer who comes in, either out of curiosity (because what the fuck is this funky ass looking bakery) or because they heard of the bakery with very fine men and tasty treats, are greeted with charming smiles and cheeky words. Those boys know how to please. They'd also be the ones to come up with the bakery's name and branding, because of course they are.

I feel like Price wouldn't have the front of the shop as erotically decorated just in case someone who doesn't want to, or shouldn't, see that stuff comes in. He'd also probably offer normal baked goods too. However, there is still something fruity about the place, like it's super fucking obvious that they are not a straight owned bakery.

For their erotic goods I'd like to think that they offer the option to choose a tantalizing photo of one of them to put atop cakes. Of course, they'd allow people to use their own photos, but the buff military men sell soooo well. I also like to think they offer cock cakes, yes that is what they'd sell them as, modelled after themselves. What is a cock cake I don't hear you ask? A cake modelled and decorated to look like male genetalia. They'd also offer the female version, Coochie or maybe Cookie Cakes. The latter might be a bit confusing though. Granted, these wouldn't have any specific models, of course unless they had AFAB employees who would agree to be the model...

As for the name of this endeavour Price decided to take on, I've got a list. The favourite being Those Buns though, followed by; Baby Batter Spatter, Commandough, The Sweet Spot, Doughy Delights, Glutton for Punishment and Sinful Temptations.

The bakery names were gathered from the Fantasy Name Genorators site.

Anyways, I'm not a baker nor have I ever worked at a bakery so this is all I could come up with. I hope you enjoyed this random fucking idea I got from tiktok.

[fallingprophetically]

My stupid ass brain won't shut up about a silly little thought;

What if the 141 were Gods?

Or rather, what if they only had Godlike abilities? What if they stumble upon a village in need, and they help them? What if, in turn, the village worships them as Gods?

What would this village believe they are the supposed Gods of?

Ghost is the easiest. He'd be a god of death. It's obvious by the skull he wears and the air of impassiveness he gives off. What if, he was also the God of life? Life and death do go hand in hand with one another. Most tend to see them as different beings, but what if they were the same one? what if Ghost were the God of Existence and Cessation?

Soap was harder than Ghost, I couldn't quite decide of just what he'd be the God of. Destruction was the easy part, he's a demolitions expert after all. I couldn't think of another thing, something to keep a balance to it. Then I realized that while he enjoys a good explosion, what if he wasn't an inconsiderate person. what if he cared deeply for others enough to offer up his own being? What if he were the God of Convalescence and Ruination?

Gaz, my favourite, is harder than Soap. I had an idea but no word. He's not afraid to show people when they've strayed too far. He holds them accountable for what they've done and, what if in many cases, he punishes them himself? What if he were vengeful yet merciful? What if he were the God of Retribution and Benevolence?

Price I had a hard time coming up with anything at all. He is the leader, the captain of 141. The others listen to him no matter what, do almost anyyhing he says. All because they trust and respect him. What if, alongside respect, they were intimidated but how ruthless he could be. What if he not only commanded respect from others, but also enough fear to stop them in their tracks? What if he were the God of Reverence and Petrification?

What if the 141 decide to allow the worshipping? What if the village begins leaving them offerings, and as time passes the village's reverence for them gets to a point where the offerings they leave are no longer food and handmade items? What if the village begins to offer humans as a sacrifice? What if you were raised in this village, raised to believe that these beings made you, that you were to be thier greatest offering? What if you were inevitably sacrificed to these Gods?

What would these Gods do with a human sacrifice?

What would they think?

Thank you for reading through my silly brain thoughts.

[fallingprophetically]

My brain still wouldn't shut up, so I wrote a lil blurb from Reader’s perspective.

Life wasn’t so bad. Or at least what little of it you got to experience wasn’t bad. You were raised as a virgin sacrifice for one of the many Elder Gods your village worshipped. This meant that you lived a life of purity and isolation. There was lots you were unaware of and, of course, you saw nothing wrong with any of it.

You were conditioned from birth to be a perfect sacrifice. Raised to believe that all of this was for a greater purpose. That you were giving your life for a greater purpose.

Despite what you were made to believe all of your life, you laid on the cold stone slab body bare save for a silken sheet, trembling. More so from fear then the cold. You’d never met a God before, the only ones who had were no longer.

The thought of dying, even for such a purposes, made your heart pound.

Aside from the ponding of your heart and your shallow breaths, the only noise you could hear was the gentle rustling of leaves caused by a lone breeze. Together, it made an eerie song. One of still waiting.

It was strange just how silent it was now, when only moments before the forest was overrun by the cacophony of voices calling for the Gods. Urging them to come, wailing that the sacrifice was chosen and ready.

Now everyone sat in a silence so deafening you swore you could hear their individual breaths.

The entire village surrounded you from every side except for an opening meant for the God that chose to come. Your people had their heads lowered, muttering quiet prayers for only the Gods to hear.

Then a stone of sound broke the silence.

It started in the distance, soft thuds and rumblings of trees falling and bending, likely breaking away. Gentle and so far. Quickly, however, the sounds grew closer and louder. The soft thuds and rumblings growing to creaks and groans then to cracking as the trees separated from themselves and the ground.

Your heart goes from pounding in your chest to hammering, almost as though it were trying to escape through your throat. Terrified, you shut your eyes and begin muttering the only prayer you knew. For you, my body and flesh. For you, my soul and heart. For you, I offer my life. For you, my sacrifice.

Then, as swift as it started the forest fell into an unnatural silence. Scared, you continue your quiet chant, hoping that whatever came didn't take long.

Slowly, however, you became aware of the puffs of air blowing on your bare skin. Something was above you and it was huge. Each of its breaths felt like flames licking at your flesh, leaving your skin pricking in the wake of each one.

You gasp and shakily chant a little louder, trying desperately to wash away your fear. You’re mind so panicked that you barely even notice the breath the being takes right next to your ear.

The God reaches down, clutching onto your bare form with large claws that scrap along your body, and picks you up with ease.

A sob interrupts your chanting prayers as you startle and screw your eyes even tighter than before. Firmly you grasp the thin sheet that was placed onto you, both out of a hope for any comfort and for some semblance of dignity. Your end drew near, yet some small part of your mind whispered fears into you.

It didn't take long for you to pass out from sheer fear alone, the sound of bark snapping serving as your lullaby.

Thanks again for reading my silly brain thoughts!

[staytrueblue]

hi! let’s talk about about badass Kyle “Gaz” Garrick is canonically. 

more people need to know actual details about this man and I have decided to make it my duty to inform the people.

His background is insane, and it makes sense why we don't know much about him. The man went through Resistance to Interrogation testing in North Carolina, USA at a Marine Base with Seals as part of an exchange attachment and was the only one who successfully escaped.

Resistance to Interrogation testing involves what could only be described as torture.The participant has to be completely silent the entire time while the following is happening, whether it be separately or all at once. If they speak it would be only their name, rank, and seriall number.

The resistance training consists of the following; Hooding (having a hood cover their face for along period of time), humiliation, mock executions, mock burials, shackles, purposefully making them lose track of time, sexual humilation, nakedness, threat of immient physical harm or death, manipulation, deprivation of basic needs, and more that im sure that google isn’t telling me.

Gaz went through all of the above and came out the ONLY one among SAS and Seals to successfully escape and evade capture. 

One quote he has that makes this all make sense is, “"Everyone talks about the physical aspect of being in the SAS but my job is mostly mental. Give me a guy who's got his mindset right over a guy who's twice as fit any day of the week.” 

He is an expert “in prime target elimination, demolitions, weapons tactics, covert surveillance and VIP protection.”

So Gaz is stealthy, good with any weapon you hand him in any environment, can stop and create bombs, is handy with tech, and can withstand a deathly amount of torture without breaking. 

When he first met Price he had already been in SAS for 6 years. The majority of his career consisted of him hunting down terrorists so it was a natural transition into the 141.

Gaz wanted to do more but felt held back where he was at. This showed in his conversation with Price after a terrorist attack that his Superiors had intel about weeks before it happened. Price understood his frustration and reassigned him to be under him. Soon after Price creates the 141. 

Gaz is quiet and in the background the majority of the time in the gamplay BUT he still speaks up and speaks his mind when he wants. Eg: asking Kate “to translate that from bullshit to english.” and telling Price that the Butcher is a motherfucker and a fucking prick (lol)

He cares about his team, checking in on Price (you broken?) and his immediate response to rescuing Laswell, it wasn’t an option not to go after her.

Now one thing I don’t know is how he knows Ghost and Soap when they run into each other before 141 is formed. They call him Garrick and not Gaz so thats something there. 

TL;DR: Gaz is badass and has insane mental skills and can withgo horrific torture without breaking and he needs to be appreciated more in general. Just cause he’s quiet doesn’t mean he doesn’t have depth.

(details are from callofduty.fandom.com/wiki/Kyle_"Gaz"_Garrick#In, https://reid.com/pdfs/Elicitation.pdf, wikipedia.org/resistancetointerrogation,)

[fallingprophetically]

My stupid ass brain won't shut up about a silly little thought;

What if the 141 were Gods?

Or rather, what if they only had Godlike abilities? What if they stumble upon a village in need, and they help them? What if, in turn, the village worships them as Gods?

What would this village believe they are the supposed Gods of?

Ghost is the easiest. He'd be a god of death. It's obvious by the skull he wears and the air of impassiveness he gives off. What if, he was also the God of life? Life and death do go hand in hand with one another. Most tend to see them as different beings, but what if they were the same one? what if Ghost were the God of Existence and Cessation?

Soap was harder than Ghost, I couldn't quite decide of just what he'd be the God of. Destruction was the easy part, he's a demolitions expert after all. I couldn't think of another thing, something to keep a balance to it. Then I realized that while he enjoys a good explosion, what if he wasn't an inconsiderate person. what if he cared deeply for others enough to offer up his own being? What if he were the God of Convalescence and Ruination?

Gaz, my favourite, is harder than Soap. I had an idea but no word. He's not afraid to show people when they've strayed too far. He holds them accountable for what they've done and, what if in many cases, he punishes them himself? What if he were vengeful yet merciful? What if he were the God of Retribution and Benevolence?

Price I had a hard time coming up with anything at all. He is the leader, the captain of 141. The others listen to him no matter what, do almost anyyhing he says. All because they trust and respect him. What if, alongside respect, they were intimidated but how ruthless he could be. What if he not only commanded respect from others, but also enough fear to stop them in their tracks? What if he were the God of Reverence and Petrification?

What if the 141 decide to allow the worshipping? What if the village begins leaving them offerings, and as time passes the village's reverence for them gets to a point where the offerings they leave are no longer food and handmade items? What if the village begins to offer humans as a sacrifice? What if you were raised in this village, raised to believe that these beings made you, that you were to be thier greatest offering? What if you were inevitably sacrificed to these Gods?

What would these Gods do with a human sacrifice?

What would they think?

Thank you for reading through my silly brain thoughts.

[princeguri66]

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Monster!John "Soap" Mactavish (with Poly Monster!141 at the end) x Male Reader

Cw: it starts off with Soap but the rest r mentioned and written but not as much as soap, marking with markers, nothing else I believe lmk

Silly thought but like imagine a monster reader who has crazy fast regeneration. Like deep cuts heal in seconds. Maybe you're a ghoul who just has crazy regen, or something like that.

Anyways,

Wouldn't a relationship between Soap, who loves leaving bites and see the aftermath due to his instincts as a werewolf and you who literally heals in seconds be interesting?

He loves getting fucked by you, but everytime he leaves a bit unsatisfied. It's not because you can't make him cum or anything, hell you can pull multiple orgasms from the guy and you have.

It's just that he can't leave satisfied knowing that he left a mark on you. He has bit you so much but the marks just won't stay. With the other members he can clearly see the marks he left on their neck and shoulders, even with Price who due to his dragon blood heals faster but the marks still stay for a day or two.

So everytime you two fuck, even if his ass if filled to the brim and his balls are empty he still whines because he can't leave his mark on you. You're a member of the 141, his pack, so it pains him that he can't put a claim on you like he has with the others.

So one day you get a bit creative.

One night in your room where he's riding on your cock, bouncing up and down while you lay your back on the bed, your hands gripping his hips and slamming him down on you as you cum. He leans down and bites as hard as he can on you as the feeling of you filling him up makes him cum. Pulling away and only being able to whine because he can't even admire his mark before it fades away.

"Aw, is puppy unsatisfied?" You tease and chuckle. And before he could insist that he was, you reached to the bedside table and picked up a red permanent marker, "why don't you mark me with this instead?" You say handing him the marker.

He huffs out a laugh at your little solution, but it's the best you got since you can't really make yourself regenerate slower. So he indulges, testing the marker on the back of your hand, the ink incredibly opaque so it stands out against your skin. Then he draws a bite mark at your neck then adds "Soap's Claim" in big letters, covering the whole left side of your neck.

He leans back, the bright red against your skin and the obvious letters, he finally sighs a sigh of relief.

It doesn't go unnoticed as well (just how he likes it)

The other members of the task force noticing Soap's eyes seem a bit brighter and his tail has been swaying peacefully the whole day. And that's where you enter, neck bare for everyone to see (it's the least you can do) Soap grins, happy to finally be able to show off his claim on you.

And now they want to have their names on your body too.

It's all color coordinated too now, Price who loves to write across your shoulder blades, with words like "Price's hoard" or just a simple "Price" with a heart next to it, it's simple but huge.

Gaz with a bright blue marker who likes to do it on your lower back (because he can also rest his head on your ass) writing something like "Gaz was here" and likes to draw wings on you. (Wing themed tramp stamp with 141 between the wings anyone?)

And Ghost with either white or black who loves to mark your chest, either a simple "ghost" or "Simon Riley" on each pec. Also likes to draw a ghost doodle on top of your heart.

And if you five fuck together, you aren't the only one who ends up having ink on you, but you'd have the most. And when you wake up to find a big arrow pointing to your dick and ass that says "Property of 141" written in multiple colors, you'd wish you could show it off.

[libingan]

— how the TF141 suck COCK!

JOHN PRICE

price starts by gripping your cock with a firm, authoritative hand, applying steady, controlled pressure. his mouth envelops your cock tightly, alternating between slow, deep sucks and fast, aggressive movements.

looooves maintaining intense eye contact, his gaze unwavering and filled with desire as he watches your reactions. he uses his tongue to tease the head and underside, applying varied pressure to keep you on edge.

his hands keep your thighs apart, holding you in place and ensuring you stay exposed. you just look so handsome spread out for him :(((

“so fuckin’ perfect, love,” he’d murmur, sloppily slurping up your sensitive cock, “taste so good too…”

his free hand LOVES to play with your balls, squeezing and caressing them to amplify the pleasure. he might adjust your position, pulling on your thighs or pushing you closer, ensuring you’re completely under his control.

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK

gaz combines a firm, eager grip with skilled movements, using a mix of slow, deliberate strokes and rapid, hungry pumps. he’ll lean down and suck lightly on your sensitive tip, digging his tongue into the slit to lap up your precome.

he frequently incorporates his fingers into the experience, gently fingering your hole while his mouth works on your cock. he’ll curl his fingers just right, pressing into prostate with each movement.

gaz talks you through it all. his top one priority is your pleasure, so he makes it a point to always ask if you’re enjoying yourself (you are). whispers words of praise and encouragement the whole time! he loves making you feel loved!

“y’like that, sweetheart?” he’ll ask so sweetly, batting his eyelashes at you, “feels good, yeah? you’re so amazing, love,”

he loves experimenting with different pressures and touches, finding the perfect combination to drive you wild with pleasure.

JOHN ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH

soap style is more energetic and varied, using a mix of fast, aggressive sucks and slow, teasing licks. be grips your cock firmly and alternates between deep, intense pressure and playful touches.

this man loves incorporating sex toys, such as cock rings and vibrators, to enhance the experience. he might use a cock ring to keep you hard and on edge, or use a vibrator to overstimulate you, pushing you to the brink.

he’s absolutely obsessed with overstimulation, always pushing you beyond your limits with relentless enthusiasm each time he’s in between your legs.

“c’mon, lad, ye can give me one more, aye?” he says with a rough, scottish brogue, his voice muffled around your cock. “gonnae make ye cum o’er and o’er again, love.”

he loves deep-throating you, taking you fully into his mouth and throat, applying a constricting pressure that makes you feel every bit of his dominance. his mouth works you intensely, pushing your cock to the back of his throat and holding it there, making you feel both overwhelmed and electrified.

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY

simon is agonizingly slow, as he takes perverse pleasure in edging you. he uses a mix of torturously slow licks and barely-there sucks, teasing you to the brink of release. his mouth is relentless, but the pressure is always just enough to keep you on edge without letting you cum.

he loves applying varying pressures with his lips and tongue, sometimes giving you light, taunting touches and other times intensifying with rougher strokes.

simon is incredibly tuned into your reactions and will pull off immediately if he senses you’re about to climax, leaving you gasping and desperate. he enjoys watching your frustration and need, smirking at the way you squirm and whimper.

“you’re not cumming yet,” he growls harshly, his voice thick with lust. “not until i say so.”

he’ll lightly graze your cock with his teeth, teasing you with gentle nips and scraping motions that add a sharp, thrilling edge to the sensation. his hand also adds pressure, keeping you right on the edge with slow strokes and sudden stops, making the experience both excruciating and intensely pleasurable.

[mxnsterbabe]

Abe Sapien x Reader Pt 1

Abe Sapien/Female Reader SFW Wordcount: 4,543 Commissions | Ko-fi | Masterlist

@sovereign-of-succ asked for soft Abe NSFW but I got carried away! This is part one; two will have aaaall the smut <3

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It was sometime in the early evening, judging by the hazy grey sky that rolled overhead. Dark clouds lurked in the corner of your vision, but by the time you turned to look the car had already left them far in the distance. Every tiny jolt over potholes and uneven roadside left you reeling, hands clutching the plush armrests where an empty bottle of water sat in the cup holder.

Say what you liked about the BRPD, they travelled in style. If only the journey was less bumpy. And tense. And if only you had managed to get more than two words out of your driver the entire journey back from the airport.

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[fortheb0ys]

Bit of a prenap ramble...

I'm just imagining being the barracks bunny for the 141. Bunch of stressed out men with ALOT of needs to fulfill.

They pull you aside and get you to fuck them anywhere and everywhere. Showers, offices, military vehicles. There's been numerous times that get you to fuck them one by one in the aircraft back to base as the others watch in lustful awe as they jerk themselves.

Soap a bit more needing than the rest. The mission reports bearly touch before he's palming himself through his pants. He's already came once or twice before you reach his room. He'd milk you dry as you fuck into the early hours of the morning.

Ghost doesn't like to admit he likes the attention you give him. The way the burdens he feels melt away with each of your touches. You're one of the very few that are lucky to see his face yet alone to see his face completely fucked stupid.

Ghost and Soap, an otherwise close duo, fighting over who gets to be fucked first. The argument ending with your tongue deep in Soap's ass and Ghost riding your dick, them making as they do so.

Gaz on the other hand is a bit reserved to ask. It'll take till the stress boils over till he's begging. You treat him like the perfect man he is. Gentle and sweet. His eyes nearly tearing up as you lay soft kisses along his gorgeous body.

Price is a work first, fuck later kinda guy. You're moreso the one getting impatience for sex. He'd cockwarm as he does his paperwork, occasionally tightening his walls around when you get antsy. As a reward for a mission well done, you get to fuck your beloved captain on his desk.

[thegnomelord]

A Little Bit Of Heaven

CW: NSFW, FTM subbot Gaz, domtop Male Reader, oral, scar kissing, soft fluffy sex, body worship, lingerie, fem language, reader is whipped for Gaz

PS: This is inspired by @ramvur 's art piece of Gaz, @el-chonkus you wanted to be tagged so here you go :D

The last few months have been Hell on both of you; mission after mission, drill after drill, chasing away exhaustion and sleep deprivation with copious amounts of caffeine in an attempt to put a dent in the stacks of paperwork you've been given. Despite spending most of your time together, be it training recruits or as battle buddies on missions, it feels like you and Kyle never have time for each other, the only time you two have to be intimate being when Kyle sleeps on your shoulder during the long plane rides.

So when Price tells you you two are cleared for a week of military leave, you jump at the chance to have a proper vacation. Once you get the tickets you put it in an envelope, going out to find Gaz.

You find him in your shared bunk room, peacefully snoring with a book splayed over his chest. Even in his sleep he's on edge, fingers twitching occasionally as if pulling the trigger of a gun. You're quiet as a mouse as you walk to his bed, kneeling to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

Kyle's eyelids flutter open, your familiar outline in his blurry vision calms him before military grade instincts can kick in, having to blink a few times to focus on you. "Mhm, what'ime isit?" He slurs as he sits up, the few minutes of sleep doing nothing to lessen the bags under his pretty brown eyes.

"Still early." You say, keeping your voice low. "I'm sorry for waking you,"

"Is fine," He waves away your apology, reaching out to wrap a loose arm around your neck, pulling you closer. "Did you need something?" Kyle's still groggy as he nuzzles your cheeks together, aiming for your lips but winding up kissing your nose.

"Yeah," You take a moment to relish the intimacy, not that Kyle minds, breathing in your scent with a happy sigh; God knows how long you'd spent in an intimacy deficit. "Guess what I did." You say with a humorous tone.

That sobers him up enough to lean back and give you a critical eye. "If you hid Price's cigars again I'm not hiding you." He warns, but there's obvious amusement in his voice.

"No, no," You snort, holding out the envelope for him. "It's something better."

"Do I even want to know?" Kyle raises an eyebrow but takes the envelope, opening it. Inside he finds two plane tickets to Greece, along with an invoice for a rented villa. "Are these. . .?" His voice dies down as he looks at you with wide eyes.

"You did say you wanted to go somewhere warm." You shrug a shoulder, trying not to show how much you hope he'll be pleased by this seeing as you two hadn't planned anything for your leave.

"Oh, mate," You can't describe the wide smile that graces his features, bright like the sun, one you'd happily let blind you. "Come here you-" He pulls you so close your foreheads bonk together, you can feel his grin as he kisses you. "-beautiful bastard." He sighs as your lips part but you don't, breathing in the same air.

"You're the beautiful one." Your comment has him giggling like a child; Kyle's laugh feels like silk on your ears, so infectious you find yourself giggling too. "Do you like them?"

"Do you even need to ask?" He teases, pulling you into another kiss.

. . .

Gaz is very smug on the day you're supposed to leave, cheeky as he gushes to Soap of all the things you two have got planned for your vacation, which of course has the Scot whining to Ghost about 'stepping up'. But it's all in good fun and you're sent off with a few demands to bring souvenirs.

Despite how tired you two are, the entire plane ride to Greece is spent learning about the local town near the villa you'd rented and all the tourist attractions there, learning a few sayings as well as how not to get scammed.

He's like a kid on Christmas when you finally get to the villa, exploring every room and the grounds around it; It's as pretty as it is old, spiderwebs of ivy and roses wrapping around the columns and sides of it, built on a cliff overlooking the ocean, but far bigger than what you two are used to, Kyle's animated assessment of every little detail in the frescos, evaporating the eeriness of the empty rooms.

And of course, the first thing you do when you get there is sleep a solid 24 hours, your exhaustion catching up to you two. You wake up the next day to Kyle still snoring next to you, much more relaxed and clutching you like a koala. He doesn't even stir when you get out of bed to make him and you a very late breakfast, receiving loving kisses on the cheek when Kyle finally stumbles out of dream land.

You spend your vacation doing all the typical couple things, thousands of photos filling Gaz's phone — you two dinning out or attempting to make some local dishes, several of you two donkey riding across the mountains (and one that he'd favored of a donkey trying to eat your clothes), silly photos of you two interacting with the statues in a nearby garde (you especially love the one of him imitating one), pictures of sunsets and sunrises and a dozen more of him coming out of the water, some selfies of Gaz with you haggling with a merchant in the background as well as your triumphant smirk as you hold a pearl necklace to Kyle's neck from behind.

Kyle likes to look at the photos when he wakes up before you, your body warm and pressed against his from behind while you sleep with your arms around him, his chest light as a feather from how intimate you two had been able to be, how lovely you'd been to him, a true gentleman and every bit the man he fell in love with.

And Kyle decides he wants to do something for you. And for him. A nice gift for the both of you.

He has to shove his pillow into your arms otherwise you wouldn't let go of him, a small giggle leaving his lips at how you nuzzle and hug the pillow like a koala. He tries to stay quiet as he goes to the dresser to pick up the small special suitcase he'd brought just for this vacation, picking out the clothes he'd wanted to wear just for you and him, but never got the time.

He watches himself in the mirror as he puts on the stockings, the material soft against his skin, the kitten heels fitting him perfectly. Kyle struggles with the bralette for a few minutes, but it's worth it when it frames his pecs in such a pleasing way, perking them up and hiding the top scars that run beneath them. Finally comes the long feathered robe, dragging behind him when he twirls in front of the mirror.

Kyle can feel giddy bubbling in his chest, heart beating just a bit faster. Back on base he would have felt ashamed at wearing something so frivolous and impractical, he was a soldier god damn it, but here, with you, he's just Kyle.

Gaz glances to your still sleeping form as he sits by the vanity to do his makeup, lipstick and mascara and a light blush, taking care of the small amount of facial he's managed to grow. He can't wait to see how you'll react when you see him like this. . .

A little mischievous smirk crosses his features and Gaz silently comes to your side of the bed, leaning down to kiss your face, leaving red lipstick marks all across your skin before leaving you to wake up to his surprise.

. . .

You wake from sunlight filtering through the curtains, the soft sound of Kyle humming rousing you from your dreams. You attempt to cuddle closer but soon enough figure out it's a pillow you're hugging. You grumble and sit up, your brain stuttering when you see yourself in the mirror. Bright lipstick marks dot a side of your face, from your forehead down all the way down to your jaw.

Kyle's work, no doubt, but you can't bring yourself to wipe his marks on you — a type of stigmata you'd happily wear. You don't bother with clothes, yawning as you follow the soft sound of his humming to the balcony.

You nearly swallow your tongue when you see him; wreathed in the soft morning light, his skin glowing like the golden bracelets on his arms, the pink roses blending in with his robe making him look like he's sitting on a cloud, soft feathers accentuating the robe like pearly sea foam he'd formed from. Your eyes roam from his red heels up the toned thighs, the sunlight softening the harsh scars decorating his stomach, the sheer material of the bralette both leaving nothing to the imagination and making you want to pull it off, his red lips like the red skin of an apple Eve had been tempted with.

If you were a Trojan prince, you wouldn't have looked at any goddess had Kyle been there, someone the sculptors of old times would have clamored to have as a muse.

If he told you he was a god, you'd take it as gospel, gift Kyle all your devotion just like the pearl necklace he's appraising.

"Holy hell." You mumble, scared to distract him, unwilling to pull him out of his own little world where his face isn't tense with unease and exhaustion, where his shoulders are relaxed and his instincts are blissfully sleeping, where he can just be.

But Kyle hears you, his warm brown eyes shifting to you, a bit of surprise flashing in his face before smiling. "I was wondering when you'd wake up." Kyle chuckled, a flush of heat spreading across his face at the way you look at him — eyes smoldering like coals with desire, a lovesick puppy just for him.

"You could have just woken me up if you were lonely." You hummed as you slowly approached him, brushing your fingers against his cheek. "You know I'd never say no to you."

"I know, I know." He huffs, pretty dark lashes fluttering as he pats your hand before pulling you into a kiss. You can taste wine on his lips, soft and plush against your own. He pulls back, holding up the pearls pearls. "Help me with these yeah?"

"Sure," You say, watching him shift so his back is facing you. You clip the pearl necklace around his neck easily, kissing the back of his neck just to feel him shiver. "There you go, handsome man."

"Trying to seduce me are you?" Gaz grins and quickly turns to you, pecking your forehead but pulling back when you attempt to kiss him.

"Can you blame me?" You nuzzle his neck, laying gentle kisses across his neck, your heart fluttering when he tilts his head back to give you more room. "You're absolutely gorgeous."

"Oh you," You can just about catch the way a blush darkens his face to a rich mahogany, his skin warming under your lips as you nibble on his collarbones. "charming bastard." He chuckles, holding the back of your neck as you go further down to trace the outline of his sternum with your lips.

"Just for you," Your hands rise up to cup his pecs over the bralette, lightly groping without attempting to take it off just yet. "Do you want to. . .?" You ask, rubbing your thumb over his pebbled nipple and god, if the soft silk pressing against his sensitive skin doesn't turn him on, nothing will.

"Fuck yes." Gaz whines so sweetly, holding your head close to his chest as you pull one nipple into your mouth, wetting the silk and making him shiver. You pull off to do the same to the other nipple, your hands roaming over his torse, tracing the harsh scars before going back up to push the bralette enough for you to be able to trace the top scars with your tongue. "Oh shit." He grunts as you kiss along the sensitive skin from one side of his chest to the other. "Love." He whines, embarrassed by his own eagerness, but if you don't touch him more he swears he's going to die.

You pull back and settle on your knees; Gods may be worshiped in blood and wine, but your devotion is all he needs. And you'll give it to him.

Your revenant fingers grope the muscle and fat of his thigh, slowly pulling down the pink stocking and following after it with your lips. Tracing the imprint the stocking had left at his mid thigh, pecking the bony part of his knee, kissing the small scars dotting his shin down to his ankle as you finally pull his heel and stocking off him.

Gaz swears he can feel his heart beating in his throat as he watches you repeat the process on his other leg, warmth lingering long after your lips have moved on. "Christ alive," He mumbles, the moment you peel off his remaining stocking he's spreading his legs for you, cheeks growing warm as your eyes settle on his cunt. A damp spot has grown on the feathered robe where his slick had trickled down, curly dark hair slick with his arousal, his dick starting to peek beneath it's hood. "Don't tease me now love." He whines out the last word, buzzing nerves threatening to force his thighs to close, but his need for you outweighs the embarrassment of exposing himself like this.

You're between his legs in a second, hiking his thighs on your shoulders and feeling the hard earned muscles tense around your ears. "Alright, alright." Is the last words you say before starting to really worship him, his hand brushing your hair as you press your face against his cunt.

Your tongue circling his hole and lapping up the slick dripping from it births a relieved and pleased sigh from Kyle's chest. The slow movement of your tongue exploring his pussy lips has his muscles relaxing, forcing him to recline on the bench, the railing of the balcony providing needed support as you slowly circle his hardening dick. You flatten your tongue to give his dick something to rub against, moving your tongue up and down as Kyle's hips twitch to meet your movements, lazily following after the pleasure.

You have no need to rush, listening to his pleased sighs and small little whimpers as you let him set the pace. Kyle can barely see you from how blurry his eyes are, soft sounds leaving his lips as you search out all his pleasure spots like you don't know where they are, like you're doing this for the first and last time; He has to bite his lip to give his thoughts something to latch on to lest his mind drown in the pleasure, embarrassment curling in the spaces of is belly not overtaken with heat at the thought of cumming so fast.

But you can feel how he comes closer and closer to an orgasm by the way his chest heaves, the way more slick continues to trickle from his cunt, staining your chin despite your best efforts to swallow his ichor down. His hand on the back of your hand keys you in to go faster, and without further ado you focus solely on his dick, swirling your tongue around it like it's a lollypop, dipping to lap beneath the hood.

His thighs tense like vices around your ears, threatening to crack your skull— what a wonderful death —is all your mind can think as oxygen slowly depletes, your sole objective to pleasure him. Distantly you can hear him chant your name, thighs shaking and hips twitching to grind his dick against your tongue.

Suddenly you wrap your lips around his length and suck.

His orgasm crashes over Kyle like a wave, pulling him down to drown in the depths of mind-numbing pleasure, sea foam popping in his belly as heat burns in his bones. You mouth opens to swallow all the slick gushing from his cunt and down your jaw, wet hair tickling your face as his shaking thighs clench around your head.

You don't pull away when Kyle's orgasm winds down and his thighs relax. "Sh-ah- shite!" Kyle moans when your tongue returns, feather light flicks against his pulsating walls collecting his slick like you've been in a desert for months. Your name falls from his lips, both a prayer and a curse, his thighs shaking as static dances across his nerves, his hand on his mouth trying to uselessly silence his moans as you lap up his arousal.

He finally manages to gather enough strength to pull your head back, both of you struck dumb by the other. You— by how ruined he looks, lines of mascara down his cheeks from where tears had laid a path, chest heaving and skin turned rich mahogany from ears to collarbones; Kyle — by how debauched you look, the lipstick marks he'd left earlier smudged all across your face, jaw and throat shining with his slick.

Fuck, he's aroused again.

He whimpers your name, tugging your head. "Need you." He whispers, eyes hooded.

In one smooth move you rise to your feet and pick him up, his legs and arms wrapping around you as he pulls you into a kiss, uncaring of his own taste on your tongue. You have just enough sense in your head to make your way to a laying couch close by, putting him down, your heart fluttering at how the feathered robe spreads out around him like a cloud.

"Hurry up," Kyle grumbles, a blush burning his cheeks even more as he splays his legs open for you, cunt clenching around nothing and dick hard as a rock, his arms still firmly wrapped around your neck to keep your mouths close.

You chuckle, the tip of your achingly hard cock kissing his cunt just as you do to his lips, "Breathe in and relax." You grip your dick in one hand to position yourself.

"'m not a bloody virgin." Kyle complains, his entire body so relaxed and pussy so slick that his cunt doesn't offer even a smidgeon of resistance as you push in, both of you groaning as your cock spreads his warm walls open.

"Let me treat you like one." You snort and distract any discomfort he might feel with a kiss, slowly sinking deeper and deeper until your balls rest against his ass, cock throbbing inside his clenching cunt. You stop, resting your forehead against his as you wait him to adjust.

Kyle breathes out a small grumble, "Only if you move." His leg wraps around your waist, heel digging into your back to force your hips to shift.

You grin and kiss him again, swallowing his moans when you pull back a bit and push your cock back in, his cunt greedily swallowing you back in and clenching around you like it doesn't want to let you go. But Kyle shifts his hips to meet your thrusts half way, his nails clawing scratches into your back when you start moving quicker.

"Oh, fuck- yes!- like that, just-" Kyle pants into your mouth, eyes hooded and unfocused, pleasure gnawing on his nerves as every deep thrust nails a pleasure spot inside him, the veins of your cock scrapping his sensitive walls, his slick wetting both of your pubes. He jumps the second you reach down to stroke his dick between two of your fingers, timing it to stroke down every time you bottom out inside him, the air around you filled with the scent of sex and Kyle's sweet moans and chants of your name.

"Fuck, I'm close." You warn as you increase your pace, your entire body buzzing with pleasure. "Do you want it inside?" You ask, biting your lips and trying to stave off your orgasm.

"Shite- yes, yes, yes-" Kyle throws his back as his orgasm sneaks up on him for the second time, slick warm walls clamping down on your flesh like vices as he cums. You follow suit soon after, bottoming out as you cum inside him.

You're both breathless and sweaty as you shift him around so you're not crushing him when you lay down, your head resting on his chest. Your eyes close as you listen to his breathing, and you swear you could fall asleep if his hands didn't brush your hair, scratching the back of your neck until you force your eyes open.

His smiling face greets you, soft and warm like the sun, "Thank you love." He grins, tugging you into a quick and soft kiss.

"Thank you." You hum, making him laugh a little. You lay there just enjoying the sound of the sea and the chirping birds for a bit. Then you feel him shift, grinding his hips back onto your soft cock still inside him. "Kyle?" You ask, your cock hardening slowly despite the pain of overstimulation.

"Think you can go again?" There's an impish smirk on his handsome face as he grinds his hips again, every bit a demanding god as he pulls you back into a hungry kiss, all tongue and teeth.

And you wouldn't dare refuse him. . .

[superhoeva]

you can't tell me this doesn't happen with gaz, too.

like seriously. he'll be home on leave or something. hands absentmindedly squeezing the skin of your shoulders and stomach as the two of you take a little longer to slink out of bed this morning.

"eat out tonight?"

"what, love?"

"we should eat out tonight," you repeat, pressing a few pecks into his cheek. "for dinner."

you pull back with furrowed eyebrows at the pout that sprouts across his face. "we don't have to if you don't want, though."

"no. no," he hurries out with a shake of his head. "it's just... do we, uh, do i really have to wait that long? was kinda lookin' forward to get a taste of this mornin'."

"oh. like order breakfast or something?"

kyle blinks again. taking a moment to sit in his confusion before swallowing down his embarrassment with a sheepish grin.

"yeah," he nods, rubbing a palm against his growing stubble, and holding back an embarrassed laugh. "yeah, love. that's fine with me."

kyle watches you as you watch him back. it only takes you a total of seven seconds to figure out why he can't look you in the eye.

"kyle garrick!"

"what, lovie? can't lie in bed next to me lookin' like that and expect me to think about fuckin' food."

"...i think you've been spending too much time with johnny."

[miguel-owhora]

hmmm thinking about a COD ABO au where the 141 live in a society where alphas are typically seen at the top of the pack, with betas and omegas as their subordinates. They're used to omegas being submissive and traditionally housepartners.

Enter the reader: this towering, large, heavyset omega who comes from a different society where omegas are actually on top of the pack, where they're more aggressive and territorial compared to the other two sexes.

The others expect you to roll over, maybe be more submissive, and they're quickly proven wrong when you snap at Price when he gets a little close—and it startles them, because an omega just snapped at the head alpha.

The boys grow intrigued by you, but they quickly learn not to overstep your boundaries; you show them you have no qualms with baring your teeth at them. You're not mean, you're polite and respectful as long as they respect you. However, some other idiot doesn't realize this and gets the idea that you need to learn your place; an omega shouldn't be ordering them around, shouldn't even be a soldier, nevermind be anything but a househusband.

The boys get a glimpse of how different omegas are in your society when they see you force the other alpha into submission, sinking your sharp teeth into the back of their neck, threaten to bitch them if they don't learn their place. Blood glints over your slick spit teeth, pupils dilated and feral with aggression and anger. You hold them in a scruff, pinning them down with your body and strength, until the idiot submits. Only then do you let them go with their metaphorical tail tucked between their legs, and you raise your head, glaring at anyone who'll meet your gaze, and ask if anyone else wants to get bitched.

Gaz has to smack Soap's hand down when it starts to rise, ignoring the chubbing in their individual pants as you dip from sight, with Ghost watching you with dark eyes, and Price eventually calling everyone back to their activities. Though, it's a silent agreement that all four boys slink back to their rooms to rub one off to the idea of you bitching them out.

[ghostsforghosts]

It's my birthday, so imagine with me: Waking up on the morning of your birthday with Kyle walking over to the bed with breakfast.

He has made your favorite breakfast, right down to your favorite drink to have at breakfast time. He complied a delicious meal for you, just so you could wake up with a great start to your birthday.

He doesn't care about your morning breath when he leans over to press a kiss to your lips, murmuring a soft "Happy Birthday, love." He so very gently sets the tray of breakfast down on your lap, sitting nearby on the bed to watch you devour the breakfast.

You thank him many times, to which Kyle responds with chuckling and telling you that it's his honor to give you the best birthday breakfast ever. He wants this to be a birthday you remember.

He has a whole day planned out if you're someone who likes going out to places. A whole schedule of the places you two have gone and places that you love going. He even wrote down the schedule, giving it to you so you can choose if you do or do not want to adhere to the schedule he made.

If you do adhere to the schedule, Kyle takes you to this secluded spot at the end of the night, so you two can stargaze together. He'll wrap you in his arms and kiss you under the stars, smiling at the way you shiver at the night cold. He doesn't hesitate to drape his jacket over your shoulders, telling you that he has you.

If you're someone who doesn't like going out, he still has ways of making your birthday spectacular while at home. He puts on your favorite movies and shows, cuddling on the couch together in between the times he makes your favorite lunch and dinner.

He even made you a birthday cake, making a whole show of lighting the candles and singing "Happy Birthday" to you as he leads you to the dining room where the cake sits on the dining table.

Whatever you decide, Kyle is bound to make your birthday a happy one.

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