Kyle never understood why you got so bitchy after sex.
It was perfect to him. Sweaty and slow and he made it so you couldn't hide from him. How could you hide your face with his big bicept flexing around your pretty little neck?
He thrust in and out to the tune of your favorite song off this album coming form your cd player. You guys couldn't even hear the music anymore.
He figured that your red face was a good thing, he knew when someone would pass out, that face was purple. No, this pretty shade of red was overstimulation, you were fine. Right?
Well after the fact, when your hips are still lazily jerking the shortest little aftershocks humps, when you breath into your pillow when he lets go.
He'd fucked you stupid, so of course you enjoyed it, right?
Well of course you did, it was incredible, he was incredible. You could've cum from one of his kisses. So why were you in a mood now?
"Get the fuck off me Kyle. I'm sticky."
Damn. What's he ever do to you?
And it was like this everytime. He's done everything to ease you back into his sweet bubbly girl. A nice warm rag, a movie, a water, a snack. Space! No, nothing.
So of course this got brought up with the team.
"You tried water?"
Soap offered unhelpfully.
"Course I've tried water!"
"Needs a breath of air."
The L.t. breathed out.
"Huh?"
"Well you're choking her out, fucking her for an hour, rubbing her pearl I assume? Don't you think she might be a little lightheaded after Seargant?"
Ohhhhh. Come to think if it this was the same behavior from when you get a headache.
Water+snack+ibuprofen was the secret recipe for his sweet lovey girl again after sex.
I just know Gaz gets so condescending when he fucks you stupid
He´d already made you cum with his mouth, fucked you for over an hour until he came inside you. And when you thought you were getting a break, he flipped your trembling body around and thrust into you again before pulling you against him.
Now you´re sitting on top of him with your back against his chest, your legs straddling his. His cock is deep inside you, just grinding while some of his load leaks out of you. One of his hands toys with your clit, the other wrapped around your waist while your head lays against his shoulder.
You whine while shaking around him, and with his kindest voice he says ´´What is it, sweetheart? Does it not feel good?´´ pushing his cock even further into you. You lift your head and buck away from him, it´s too much, too good, but you can´t formulate sentences right now. ´´No, no, no, love -´´ he says, using the hand between his legs to pull you back into him ´´- you´re supposed to stay right here´´, the hand around your waist lifting to hold you by your neck.
´´Kyle...´´ you whine, eyes rolling back ´´I know, baby, I know´´, it´s almost mocking, his hand lifting even further until his fingers press against your mouth and you start sucking them ´´You get confused sometimes, but don´t worry´´ he kisses your temple ´´I’m right here´´
I don't even know what to title this bro, but basically: would they prefer their partner shaved or nah?
I had this in my drafts for a few days and then I saw @luxcuriousao3 make a post that was near EXACTLY the same as this one 😭🙏. Down to the details, too, which is crazy. I'm going to post this anyway, but please don't think I'm copying them (I'm not). We both happen to know ball when it comes to fictional men and their fictional preferences lmao. We're on the same wavelength
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What about their own grooming habits?
John loves a good bush. It's not even inherently sexual either, he just likes the intimacy of running his fingers through your curls. He enjoys the sensation and you both find it soothing after sex (whoever said Price is autistic, I see you). He's a bush man at heart and I stand by that, but if you prefer to shave? He's doing it for you. He just likes taking care of you and he doesn't want you getting nicked, or burnt if you wax. He's got plenty of experience with shaving his facial hair, so you can trust you're in steady hands.
Kyle would go crazy for a landing strip. He considers it the best of both worlds because he loves feeling skin on bare skin, but he also loves the contrast that the small patch of hair gives. He swears it makes the rest of you feel even smoother. Gaz would enjoy helping you maintain it, finding it cute to switch up the shape sometimes with a diamond or a heart. He'd be obsessed with rubbing his thumb along the strip, tracing the edges of the shape and caressing you.
Johnny will actually cry if you go bald. Genuinely. Even if you only trim or shape it a little; he's in tears. It's ridiculous how fast he switches up, though, because it turns out that he loves seeing how your bare skin glistens when you get aroused with nothing in the way. Still, when you grow it back he'll be all up in there, murmuring about how much he missed your bush like it had sentience of its own.
Simon is the most impartial. I think all of them are to some degree, but Ghost is the most vocal about how your comfort comes first. He wants you to keep yourself however you prefer. Trimmed is good, shaved is fine, completely natural is perfect. Having said that, his favourite is when he gets to feel just how soft your skin is after you're freshly shaved. He thinks it's precious to feel something so delicate because a lot of his skin is rough, callused, and scarred. Like John, Simon enjoys getting lost in the tactile of casual intimacy, simply stroking the crease of your inner thigh like a worry stone.
Soap's mouth went dry the moment he saw you smiling, flushed and giggling with your husband Ghost, stunned at seeing such a beautiful woman up close, he had to blink and nudge Gaz, whose jaw practically hit the floor.
Price blinked, directly caught off guard the moment he saw Ghost give you a small, gentle smile which made you flutter and tuck away shyly.
Soap just couldn't help it, he smiled, all charming and nudged Ghost.
"Is your wife single?"
He teased, wiggling his eyebrows, the last thing he saw was your face turning concerned and Ghost's fist suddenly very close to his face.
...
"Huh?!, where am I?"
Soap sat up, wincing on the hospital bed, checking his surroundings stunned and not feeling a side of his face.
''the hospital mate'' Roach spoke amused.
Gaz was stifling a laugh, Price sighed, done with living and Ghost was on the corner like a scolded child while you looked over to Soap with a gentle, concerned expression.
"You walked into that one y'know?"
"Gaz shut up"
Which made Gaz directly burst in laughter, Price put a hand on his face, clearly done with this team and their amusing shit that always took a soft giggle out of you.
"Roach would agree with me"
Ghost grumbled on his side while you turned to look at him with a fake mad expression
groping your thighs just beneath the cut of your lawlessly short skirt. begging you to wear those lower dip tops he splurged on, always with the notion youd be able to show off the best of the purple bruises around your chest.
feeling you up for the entire bar to see, sultry brown irises darkening a shade as he hears your breathing shift. it was nice he invited the rest of the team for a little more. least he couldve done, who would he be to send them home with aching tension?
yanking you by the scalp and pushing the middle of your back into the nastiest arch they had ever seen. moving to grip your jaw, holding it open as saliva ran down your chin and eyes rolled into the high sky.
licking up your maw, other paw circling your clit as each drive home made your throat a little scratchier. burn more vivid.
kyle gripped himself, legs twitching from self overstimulation. johnny grunting into your panties he snagged when ghost tossed them. price gripping your dresser with blunt nails, sweat slick and creating equally as wet noises as that around him.
touching was for simon alone. but looking? he could share a little.
“what’s wrong?” you run out of the kitchen, eyes wide, gripping the pastry brush like a weapon- as if he’d need it.
simon curses again, eyes fixed on the wooden pieces in his hands, the instructions paper in shreds at his feet. “this fucking coffee..” he looks up at you and his eyebrows furrow. “what are you doing?”
you mirror his expression. “nothing, i came out here because i heard you yell and-“
“what’s on your face, love?”
at his gentle tone, you turn to face the mirror only to see your doe-eyed reflection staring back at you, cheeks and nose smudged with a white powder. “oh.”
“'s flour. I’m baking that pie you like so much.”
his eyes. light. up.
literally.
and suddenly he’s forgotten all about the stupid coffee table that was giving him hell. he drops all the pieces and walks over to you, pulling you close to his side as he guides you into the kitchen.
“you made the sauce yet?”
“you mean the filling? yeah, it’s- simon!”
in a second he’s gone from by your side and in the kitchen ‘taste-testing’.
“wot?”
you have to press your hand to your mouth to forcibly stop yourself from laughing — because there he was, the big & scary, powerful and silent ghost, lips smeared with berry pie filling as he licked the giant spoon.
“it’s not done yet, si!”
“tastes done to me.”
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Referring to the the 141 guys as your boyfriend for the first time - how they would react
Johnny "Soap" MacTavish
He's sitting on the couch, sketchbook in his lap and a pencil resting in his hand. He's been working on a new sketch of you for the last hour.
Meanwhile, you're across from him, scrolling on your phone.
All of a sudden, you nudge his foot with yours, "Babe, babe, babe." You launch yourself on top of him, shoving your phone in his face, "Look at this."
He has to squint to see what you're trying to show him. The text on the screen says 'Show this to your boyfriend-' but he's too busy completely ignoring the second part of the meme, instead focusing on the 'boyfriend' part.
"Boyfriend?" He grins and pulls you into him, letting his sketchbook and pencil drop off to the side.
"What?" You frown and look back at your phone, then back at him.
"Ye called me boyfriend." He skims his hand up and down your back, "Ye've never called me it before." He nuzzles your head, "Ah'm yer boyfriend." He coos happily.
"Yes, yes you are." You roll your eyes, but snuggle into him, happy that he's happy.
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Kyle and you are at a bar on a date. It's not his typical choice for a date night but your dates always tended to be pretty spur of the moment, just like your relationship.
"Sorry, I have a boyfriend." Kyle could hear you talking to the bartender, "That's him, right over there." You point your finger over your shoulder. When you see his eyes on you, you smile and wave.
Immediately, he's out of his seat and next to you. He wraps his arm slightly around your waist, leaning into you, "Hey, dove." He smiles. The bartender quickly and thankfully slips away.
You turn into him, "Was that necessary?"
"Yup." He kisses your cheek, "They were flirting with you."
"Yeah, they were. You worried?"
"Mmm." He pretends to think about it for a moment then shakes his head with a grin, "Why would I be worried? You called me your boyfriend. No guy could be worried after that."
"Don't be so smug, Kyle." You slip out from under his arm.
He grabs the drinks off the bar and follows after you, "Bit hard not to be after that show!"
You flip him off and he can only grin in response.
Simon "Ghost" Riley
Not once in his life had Simon ever expected to be called 'boyfriend'. It was a totally new experience for him.
"M'home." He calls out as he slips through the front door of your shared flat. Your cat immediately comes to greet him by weaving in through and around his ankles.
"Hey! There's my handsome boyfriend!" You pop your head into the entrance hall with a grin. You slip your arms around him, "Hi."
He swears he feels his heart actually skip a beat at your words as he struggles to process them properly, "Hi," He mumbles.
"How was your day?" You tug him further into the flat, apparently not having noticed what you said.
He blinks slowly, then shrugs, "Was good, I guess." He rubs a hand on the back of his neck, then decides to just broach the subject, "your...boyfriend?" He feels like he's shouting and whispering all at the same time.
"That's you. My boyfriend." You coo, even as you lean down and pick up the cat at your feet, waving the cat's paws around. You stop when you finally see his face, "Something wrong, Si?"
He forces himself to shake his head, swallowing, "No- Not a thing." He ducks his head to hide the flush he knows is spreading down his neck and walks off. He doesn't want to let you see how much you affect him. You'll never let him live it down.
But at the same time, he hopes he'll never forget your face when you greeted him. He'll die happy if he only gets to see that look every day for the rest of his life.
Captain John Price
As always, John is an old man. It doesn't even occur to him to call himself your boyfriend because it feels like something a lovesick teenager would label their first relationship. That's probably why it surprises him so much when you do it.
You're in the living room when you say it while you're on the phone with one of your friends. John is in his office doing paperwork when he hears it.
"Yeah, John, my boyfriend-"
At first, he swears he misheard you, so he ignores it.
Then you laugh and say it again, "Yeah, he's the best boyfriend I think I've ever had. I might marry him actually." You must think he's not listening. Or you do and you just don't care.
He almost chokes on his tea from the shock. Then he starts looking for engagement rings.
If you're gonna marry him, he might as well be on the same page.
