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in between johnny and kyle while they grind their big hard bodies against ur back and front (they’re actually dry humping you)… in a club… on the crowded dance floor… whispering NASTY shit in ur ear… #NEED DAT

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confession: i really really love kyle’s lips, i want to rub myself all over his face. please don’t stone me i’m disgusting i know.

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no, i am NOT fucking okay!

Kyle believes its mandatory to say "biiiiig stretch," whenever his dog stretches.

It becomes so much of a habit that whenever you stretch yourself out in the morning he croons, "biiiiiig stretch." Sometimes laughing lightly as he's already getting dressed, sometimes still half asleep face buried against his pillow. Didnt matter the state, he just alway did.

And when your back is arching off the bed — your nails are clawing at his shoulders, weak whines and pleas spilling past your lips at the stretch of his cock pushing inside of you — his big hand is cupping your cheek.

Smiling down at you so sweetly as if his eyes aren't staring with pure hunger. And oh, his voice is so mean when he hums a, "biiiiig stretch."

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something is purring…

𝐚𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 – 𝐣. 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡, 𝐬. 𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲 (𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭; +𝟏𝟖) | whyyy do all my ideas end up exploding from 200 words to over 1k?? anyway, i hope ya like this as much as simon doesn't know how to act around the reader.

warnings include dark, noncon, dubcon, weird!simon being inappropriate, johnny and simon having a deal that reader doesn't know about, reader has a vagina, oral sex (blowjob, cunnilingus), penetrative sex, non-consensual voyeurism, bodily fluids, ghoap co-dependency, trying to write out johnny's accent (feel free to let me know if i missed anything). word count is 1.1k <3

Your boyfriend Johnny has a big, all black-wearing roommate, and he's… weird.

Doesn't talk much. And when he does, it's in low grunts. He places both his hands on your hips when he passes you in the kitchen, squeezing a little before letting go. Once, he even shoved the lolly he was sucking on into your mouth when you'd asked he and Johnny if there was any more candy.

Plus he stares. 

A lot.

"I don't think I've ever even see him blink, Johnny," you whine out in bed one night. Not even the act of Johnny wiggling his tongue along your slit is enough of a distraction to stop your mind from becoming consumed with the image to Simon boring his eyes into you. Hints of something crackling behind his stare that makes you shudder.

Planting a kiss on your thigh, Soap wiggles himself from under the blanket and climbs up your body with a smile tugging at his shining lips. Licking at his chin.

"Don' fash yerself wit it, bonny. Jus means he likes ye," Soap promises while lining himself accordingly, then exhaling a little breath before plunging himself inside your hole.

Two days later, you find yourself in a similar position–legs spread, hanging in the air as Johnny fucks you stupid on the couch in the main room.

Simon stands a little ways away, blending in with the low light. Looking straight to where the base of Johnny's cock reveals just how stretched open he's got you. Then to your asshole that puckers with each thrust.

You gasp when Soap shifts the two of you, yanking you until you're propped up with your back against the arm of the couch.

"Johnny–Johnny," you hurry out, smacking the man's shoulder until he turns to see Simon, whom he sends a funny looking smile.

"Didnae ah tell ye nae t'mind him? Si doesn't mean any harm. Ah promise…" Johnny trails off, licking your neck and hooking your leg back over his shoulder. You open your mouth to tell the wide-chested man to leave. Shoo. Go away. But a moan slips from your lips instead when your boyfriend pounds you at a faster speed than before. Each of his thrusts stealing away the breath you need to speak.

Somehow, you become the one with that can't pull your eyes away. They drift downward, eyeing Simon's bulge–the size of which forcing you to gasp again.

"That's real…" you finally whimper out, clutching Johnny and rubbing a hand across his back. Through a groan, you clarify. "His dick. That's a toy. Some kinda trick, right? He can't be that big, no one's that big."

Johnny snickers at your words, slowing his hips to an eye-rolling grind. Scanning your face, the man pecks your chin before swiveling his head to call out a few words over his shoulder. Still cramming himself into you with wet smacks.

"Hear that, Si? Got our babe cockstruck, 'n' she hasn't even seen ye yit. How 'bout ye git a bit closer, hm? Show her that all that is pure ye…"

Our babe?

Johnny's buried too deep inside you for to care like you should at the word. You're so far gone that you don't startle when Simon appears either, his face upside down as he hangs over you. Your eyebrows furrow, and you don't know if the noise you let out is because of the fingers Soap pinches on around one of your nipples of the sight of Simon's bulge this close to your face. Even through the sweats, it looks huge… angry.

"Wha…" your voice trails off into nothing the secnd Simon yanks his bottoms until they fall around his ankles, leaving his cock to bob out with a heavy bounce. It nerly smaks you in the face just before Ghost grabs it with a hard tug, holding it so the leaking tip hovers right between your eyes. You throat constricts with a thick gulp, and you're almost certain it's casting a fucking shadow over your figure.

"Jus' keek at him, gorgeous. Second prettiest boaby ye've leid een on, a'd bet," Soap beams. "'f ye open up, ah bet he'd give ye a taste."

Your tongue folds out of your mouth without thinking, and there's a distant, far away voice that's scream what the fuck are you doing? The answer to the question, you aren't sure. All you know is that Simon bullies his cock into your at the first peek of your tongue with a deep groan, and that he taste good. A different kind of good than Johnny, but still. Good.

Head tilting out of instinct, you suck Ghost deeper, clenching your walls around Soap at the same time. A groan leaves both men, the sounds tying together and urging you along.

Simon is staring again. Breathing through his nose at the way your drool coats a pretty layer of gloss around the parts of his shaft that you can reach. You tongue slicking out to lick at him in a shy, but pretty dance. His balls hang against your forehead, resting warm and heavy, Johnny cursing at the sight.

"See, bon?" Soap grunts out, hips picking up because you're growing more drenched by the second. Leaking out your cream around him and gagging loudy when Simon takes a step closer to force himself against the back of your throat. "Poor lad just wanted tae play wit ye bit didnae ken how tae ask..."

Not a word leaves Simon. Not when he comes before you and Johnny, milking himself into your mouth and making sure you don't pull off of him without swallowing every drop. Not when he tugs himself from your lips, still hard. Not when he grabs the sides of your face with his hands, and bends for a kiss, smashing your lips together and swirling his tongue around yours. And not when he keeps kissing you, hogging your lips to himself when you wail and gush around Johnny.

Your boyfriend watches you and Ghost with a damp forehead and stars in his eyes. He spurts inside you messily, the cum you can't hold leaking out to stain the cushion of the couch.

You're even kissing Simon back now, and Johnny's sure he's died and gone to heaven. 

Gods, just look at the two of ye. Tongues mashing and macking just the way he's been dreaming about since he and Simon spotted you in the pub a few months ago. The Scot was pleased as punch when the blond was too stubborn, too shy to go over, even though he had first dibs.

This'll do, though, sharing you. Just like they do with every thing else.

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

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what do u guys think kyle’s dad is like? idk im really just curious abt how u guys would paint him tbh. like i don’t get biracial kid from kyle BUT i feel like his dad might be white? just from his surname being garrick like idk. maybe his dad would be the mixed race one. chile -_- aunty don’t know what she sayin rn. it’s 4 am

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LMAOOOOO i just went on google and he’s of Ghanaian descent BAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. i’m insanely goated

Being known as a Kyle "Pretty Boy" Garrick blog is high key a flex. 💁🏾‍♀️

Like Kyle has such potential he can be explored in so many ways such as

He's a black man who is often tasked with destabilizing communities of people that look like him.

This man could be a non practicing Muslim/Christian (maybe AME) and lost his faith due to his job and/or the subsequent issues that come with that. (Can you say cognitive dissonance if he still practices?)

I know we all talk about him being "uwu nice and sweet" but he is pretty and has light brown eyes...idk about you but guys like that that I have known are the biggest fuck boys!!! Add in being in the military I'm sure he is insufferable.

He could have daddy issues and not the "Dad left and didn't come back" issues, but "my biological dad was withholding of emotional connection and Price gives me that validation and connection." Like speaking from seeing it first hand black dads treat their sons incredibly different. (And God help him and the work 2x as hard for half the reward talk he hates it.)

Have we also thought about him being a mommy's boy? Black moms are known to enable their son's behaviors in a "that's my baby boy/ boy mom" way

Also, have we also thought about the head canon that one of his parents is African American? Like he could have dual citizenship, and he gives ATL, DC, and Chicago vibes.

Also low key fr fr Kyle is like unhinged. Because he was like "Let's go do war crimes" and went to do the war crimes with Price. Like what? Lol he didn't even think about it!!!

Say whatever you want, but Kyle is so versatile!

NOW LISTEN TO THIS QUEEN RIGHT HERE, Y'ALL, BECAUSE SHE IS PREACHING 🗣

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yes yes yes. i’ve thought abt one of his parents being african american but for some reason i’ve always seen him having a Jamaican (yes i could be biased maybe) or west african (Ghanaian if we wanna be specific) mum who migrated to England when she was just a little lady and met his dad there or something bleeehhhhh

Being known as a Kyle "Pretty Boy" Garrick blog is high key a flex. 💁🏾‍♀️

Like Kyle has such potential he can be explored in so many ways such as

He's a black man who is often tasked with destabilizing communities of people that look like him.

This man could be a non practicing Muslim/Christian (maybe AME) and lost his faith due to his job and/or the subsequent issues that come with that. (Can you say cognitive dissonance if he still practices?)

I know we all talk about him being "uwu nice and sweet" but he is pretty and has light brown eyes...idk about you but guys like that that I have known are the biggest fuck boys!!! Add in being in the military I'm sure he is insufferable.

He could have daddy issues and not the "Dad left and didn't come back" issues, but "my biological dad was withholding of emotional connection and Price gives me that validation and connection." Like speaking from seeing it first hand black dads treat their sons incredibly different. (And God help him and the work 2x as hard for half the reward talk he hates it.)

Have we also thought about him being a mommy's boy? Black moms are known to enable their son's behaviors in a "that's my baby boy/ boy mom" way

Also, have we also thought about the head canon that one of his parents is African American? Like he could have dual citizenship, and he gives ATL, DC, and Chicago vibes.

Also low key fr fr Kyle is like unhinged. Because he was like "Let's go do war crimes" and went to do the war crimes with Price. Like what? Lol he didn't even think about it!!!

Say whatever you want, but Kyle is so versatile!

NOW LISTEN TO THIS QUEEN RIGHT HERE, Y'ALL, BECAUSE SHE IS PREACHING 🗣

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need this in my tummy

everyone knows that soap, ghost, and even john can be absolutely disgusting during sex, thought it kyle gaz garrick who is the biggest freak of them all.

he's blowing a load on your face and then licking it off. dragging his soaked tongue and mashing it against yours. he's fucking your face until his dick is covered in spit, then uses it as lube to slip inside you. cooing as you gasp at the stretch of him and slipping his thumb into your mouth to quiet your whines. he fucks you deep and hard, knocking you until you're at the edge of the bed and your head is hanging off.

you squeal around his finger, sending an upside down stare right towards the three men sitting across from the bed–all of them with stiff cocks and rough breathing as the watch gaz rail you silly.

"bleedin' jesus," johnny breathes out at the two of you, a wet stain on the pants he's already accidentally come in. squirming in a silent itch to get a little closer.

to his left sits john, who's flicking his darkened gaze between you and gaz, hand squeezing at his bulge every time you sob out a cock-drunk mumble of curses.

and to johnny right is simon. teeth clenched and eyes unblinking, his entire body pulses as he can't decide which one of you or gaz does he wish to switch places with...

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

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every time yall draw price skinnier than he should be, an angel dies

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fanfiction is so beautiful because what do you mean i can read the same characters falling in love 92737389 times in different scenarios and not get tired of it.

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so i’m ripping my hair out.

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ik i have like 0 followers so i am really just talking to myself rn. BUT CHAT, i literally woke up at 5 in the fuckin morning because i couldn’t stop thinking and dreaming abt a story line for a cod fic. now i am no writer but fuckin hell i’m literally losing sleep over this. i will attempt to write it, don’t know how long that’s gonna take but i’ll push through tbh. i feel crazy and insane. more info abt this later, over and out🫡

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yea.

if you are this man PLSSSSSS HMU