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[tacticoal]

Why don’t u post?

hi lovelies !! thought i'd finally post an update after my very sudden hiatus.

first off -- thank you all for the continuous support on my posts even if i don't update. seeing the notifications reminding me my writing is valued even now is remarkably heartwarming.

after posting, i found that i wasnt extremely satisfied with my works, and found myself stuck in a place where nothing i came up with made me feel proud. it's less of a self-esteem oh-im-so-bad thing and more of a perfectionist this-isnt-how-i-want-to-write way, if that makes sense.

i've also been insanely busy as of late. im nearing 2 months into my first year of college, and actually celebrated my birthday yesterday (oct 19). so yay! achievements!!!

i hope you all understand. hopefully you will all see me again soon. much love. xoxo

[tacticoal]

im gonna take a bite out of his ass and chew it like bubblegum

i've been so excited to write this alphabet because i feel like i (and a lot of CoD writers out there) don't give my man kyle his due diligence

(also these headcanons are mine, so you may or may not agree with them)

[ NSFW ALPHABET - GAZ ] 𝜗𝜚 the one where you learn everything about gaz and his nsfw habits

𝜗𝜚 pairing: kyle "gaz" garrick x afab!reader (reader has female genitalia but gn pet names/descriptors) 𝜗𝜚 cw: smut (minors—DNI), mentions of ab riding, brief cumplay, panty kink, nipple play, both dom! and sub!gaz, mutual masturbation, overstimulation, free use kink, slight public play, gaz being a munch, mentions of pegging, extremely unedited

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

kyle's love language already is acts of service, so that's exactly what his aftercare looks like. like he would immediately be drawing a hot bath for you (no matter how gentle or rough the session was), refusing to let your feet hit the floor until he eases you down into the bathtub. kyle's the type to wash your body for you, using unscented soap to wash away the drying cum still lingering between your plush thighs and shampooing your hair with some of his own coconut shampoo. after the bath, he's getting you changed into cozy clothes, most of the time consisting of a fresh pair of pretty underwear and one of his raggedy old t-shirts. he still doesn't let your feet hit the floor though, insisting that "y'legs are still right trembling—stop fussin', sweetheart. i can carry you" as he hoists you up into his arms and carries you right back to your shared bed. after making you a spot of tea and helping (forcing) you to eat a biscuit or two, he's back at your side, wrapping you up in his arms and holding you close until the both of you eventually lull off to sleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

i feel like kyle's favorite part of his own body would be his abdomen, all thick with corded muscle and splattered with curls of black hair. sure, other parts of his body were pretty (and he knows it too), but he just likes the way his muscles plane out there specifically. all the bulging muscles gives you lots of places to rut against, and he has to say he loves the way your slick drips down and pools at his v-lines after you ride his abs. kyle's favorite part of your body has to be your thighs, like that man always has one (or two) hands on your thigh. he treats the plush flesh as his own personal stress toy, kneading and squeezing your thigh when he's feeling particularly stressed or horny or loving or...not to mention he loves fucking your thighs and leaving his load splattered between them. another favorite part of your body for kyle would be your back. he's always rubbing up and down your spine, fingers kneading out the tenseness in your muscles and smoothing out your hunched shoulders. he also likes the way you shake and shiver when his hands caress your back while you ride him, the gentle caress making your own nails dig deeper into the skin of his shoulders and sending delicious pain bleeding throughout his limbs.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

depending on what position you guys find yourself in during sex, kyle loves to finish on your back. of course he loves shooting his load deep inside of you, hunched over your body with one hand on your clit and the other grasping at your shoulder, but something about staining your pretty skin with his pearly ichor makes his softening cock twitch back to life in his hands. he definitely rubs his cum into your skin with his thumb, scooping up the excess and bringing it to your still slack lips where he shoves the sticky digit to the back of your tongue.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

one of kyle's dirty secrets is that he loves your panties. a lot. like it doesn't matter whether they're dirty and used or fresh out of the laundry. he wants them hanging off of his thick cock as he drills into you from below. he wants you stuffing them into his mouth when he's being whiny and you're riding him like your life depends on it. he wants them wrapped around his cock as he's jerking off, the rough scratch of lace or soft silk of satin making his hips twitch and his toes curl. he also would most definitely have been stealing them in the beginning of your relationship (but at least they always came back washed, right?).

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

okay here's where things might get controversial. i feel like kyle has some experience, like enough to give you a good dicking down that leaves the air out of your lungs and your legs trembling. what he doesn't have experience with before you is letting go of control in the bedroom. sure, he's used to being the subordinate at work and following every order price would give him, but that's usually where he left his obedience. outside of work, especially during sex, kyle would have been used to being the one in charge, the one making most of the decisions, the one still with a working mind. being with you allows him to explore the more submissive side of himself, comfortable enough to hand the reins over to you and not have to constantly worry or overthink his decisions. that's how he would figure out that he's a damn good sub, obedient and needy as ever, a man desperate to please you in anyway he could and let you use him to your hearts content.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

i've said it once and i'll say it again—kyle loves standing sex. something about the way you cling to him in a desperate attempt to keep yourself upright, your nails digging into the skin of his back and leaving raised scratches down his flesh. he likes pressing you up against the wall, your ass pressing against his cock and your hands pawing desperately against the wall as he lubes himself up with your slick and some extra lube. maybe he likes standing sex so much because it makes you rely on him even more, his muscular body and thick forearms being the only thing keeping you upright on jellied legs as his cock rams into the deepest parts of your heat.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

if you have played any of the CoD games, you know how funny and snarky kyle garrick actually is. like that man is comedically gifted. so it's only expected that he cracks a few jokes here and there during sex, especially if it's inebriated sex. most of the time, though, kyle's very romantic and sweet, cooing soft praises into the crook of your neck even as he's disgustingly rearranging your guts. the only times kyle is ever super serious during sex is after a particularly long deployment, far too pent up and aching to be buried in your gummy walls to crack his usual teasing jibes.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

kyle would definitely keep his pubes trimmed as neatly as possible, if not just completely shaved. he likes feeling as clean and hygienic as possible, so it just makes it easier if he completely gets rid of the curled black hair all together. if you beg and plead with him enough though, he'll let it grow out a bit.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

no matter what kind of sex you and kyle are having, whether it's desperate and rough or slow and sweet, it's always going to be incredibly romantic. kyle has this ability to make all of his gestures and touches intimate, even if he's smacking his palm down against your clit or wrapping a large hand around the front of your throat to fuck you back onto his cock. but he is most romantic during slow, gentle sex, calloused palms rubbing across every inch of exposed skin he can access and gentle smears of his lips against your sweaty flesh and swollen mouth. sex for kyle is about you and his connection with you, so it's only obvious that every session is going to be as romantic and loving as possible (even if he's fucking you like a whore or you're using him like he's a slut).

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

kyle definitely used to jerk off pretty consistently before he got together with you. he used it as a way to release every pent up emotion he had been building up inside of himself over prolonged deployments and nights alone, letting it all go the second his slender fingers wrapped snugly around his thick cock. now that he is with you, though, he doesn't have to jerk off as much as he used to because he can just fuck his cock into you instead. or maybe you're not in the mood enough to fully fuck him—that's okay, just give him your hand and he'll be cumming in no time. kyle also really loves mutual masturbation. like being able to squeeze his fingers into your gooey hole while he drives his hips up to fuck his cock further into the palm of your curled fist. sure, fucking you is nice, but having your hand wrapped around his dick is different kind of heaven.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

the list of kyle's kinks is evergrowing (especially now that he is with you). his favorite though has got to be overstimulation. there's nothing quite like bending you over the foot of your shared bed and lapping at your cunt messily for hours on end. he would give you breaks, of course, but only to shove his cock into you and make you cream around him before immediately falling back down onto his knees and licking his cum out of you. he's never worried about it being too much for you (he knows that if it was ever actually too much, you'd use your safeword), so he catches your flailing legs with practiced ease, thumb rubbing circles into your ankle soothingly as he makes you squirt for the nth time. another (secret) favorite kink of kyle's is free use—not for you but for him. he makes it clear to you that if you're ever feeling needy, you don't even have to ask him. all you need to do is drag him to wherever you want him, push him down, and milk him for all he's worth. he'll never grow tired of you silently pulling him over to sit on the couch, your hands needy as they push his sweatpants down just enough to pull his semi-hard cock out of its confines and immediately filling yourself up to the brim. his favorite part of free use is when you don't say a word, simply pushing kyle onto his knees with two hands on his sculpted shoulders and shoving his face between your naked thighs.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

i'm a huge proponent of kyle loving car sex. of course he always prefers breaking you apart in the privacy of your bedroom, but spreading you out in the backseat of his sleek suv and stuffing you to the brim with his cum is a very close second. he likes how quickly the car gets hot and stuffy, condensation licking at the back windows just as the sweat was licking at the nape of his neck. he keeps his car windows tinted as dark as they can be for be purpose of being able to drill into you before nights out, wanting your underwear to be slick with his cum before he takes you out with the rest of the taskforce for drinks. it's also become a well known fact amongst his colleagues after a particular night out, when johnny noticed a small rivulet of god knows what slipping down your leg while you were ordering another round of beers for the guys.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

honestly, anything you do gets kyle going. you’re being independent? he’s hard as a rock. you’re being needy and bratty, hanging off his bicep with a slight pout on your lips? dick is immediately hard. you’re mad at him for something and completely ignoring him? he’s spilling pre into his underwear. you could be wearing the most baggy clothes in existence, and kyle’s cock is throbbing in the confines of his pants. your existence gets him going because he’s just so in love with you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i feel like kyle's the kind of guy to always say he'll try anything once, and this applies to your guys' sex life as well. i think the only thing kyle tried and didn't like was the night where you wanted to try face slapping. he was already weary about it, but you asked (begged) so nicely for it. so he brought a heavy palm down against your cheek, wincing slightly for you and the way your skin immediately bloomed a soft red color. sure, you let out what had to be the raunchiest moan kyle had ever heard from you, but the guilt that immediately unfurled in his gut was more than enough for kyle to never do it again. he'll do a couple light taps of his fingers against your face sometimes, but it's never as hard as the first time he did it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

in my opinion, kyle is the biggest munch in the 141. like that man practically lives on his knees for you. you had a stressful day at work? kyle’s kneeling in front of the front door when you get home. you’re moaning and writhing in your sleep from a wet dream? kyle’s waking you up by peeling your legs apart and burying himself face first into your slick. you just baked him the best roast dinner ever? kyle’s splaying you out on the end of the dining table after and slurping down your juices before he actually eats. that man can always find a reason to give you head, so it’s become common place in your relationship to find his head between your thighs and his tongue licking you out. because of this, he’s become extremely skilled at eating you out, his tongue expertly swirling through your cunt and sending your brain into an immediate haze. he uses his fingers in conjunction, stuffing three slender fingers into your hole as his tongue traces his full name (first, middle, last, AND his callsign, of course) into your throbbing clit. kyle makes it his mission to have your thighs quivering and legs trembling before he even thinks about sinking his cock into you—and if you aren’t a shaking mess by the time he's done, he’ll just have to sink back down to his knees and give you another 3 orgasms.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

is fast and sensual an option? if so, that's definitely kyle. like i said before, sex is always meant to be intimate and sensual for kyle, even when it's the filthiest, dirtiest sex you two have ever had. he likes pistoning his hips as quickly as he can because he likes making your head spin, fucking the thoughts out of your brain as quickly as possible to make you soft and pliant beneath his muscled body. usually after making your brain turn to mush, kyle slows his hips down, taking advantage of the slower pace and pushing his cock even deeper inside of you to kiss the seal of your womb with every thrust. no matter the speed, though, kyle's showering you in some sort of affection. whether it be soft praising words, sensual gropes of his calloused palms, or heated kisses and licks of his tongue, kyle's making sure you feel the intimacy and sensuality that sex can bring.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

kyle is such a fan of quickies. like sure, he isn’t able to take his time with you like he usually does, but he is able to play his favorite game of “how quickly can he make you cum on his tongue without using his fingers”. most of the time, the quickies you guys have occur in his car (like i said in letter L, kyle loves some good car sex), but he’s notorious amongst the taskforce for the amount of times he’s convinced you to go to the bathroom with him. that’s the reason why neither of you are allowed near the bathroom at price’s home (“last time y’were in there, lad, my fuckin’ shower curtains were torn down”). he really loves when you initiate quickies, your hand gripping at his bicep tightly and fogged our eyes blinking up at him as you ask him meekly to take you to the bathroom. something about you being so needy that you’re willing to forgo all of the usual sweetness makes kyle harder than a rock. in reality, he still prefers getting to take his time with you, but the thrill of quickies definitely adds an edge to your sex life.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

i feel like kyle is so willing to try anything at least once, because how else is he supposed to know if he likes it or not? especially with you, he just feels so comfortable exploring aspects of sex that he never really imagined in his younger days (even though he’s a solid 26). how else would he have figured out how much he likes you playing with his ass if not for letting you slip one in while you had his cock down your throat? kyle’s also such a risk taker. that’s why his quickies are usually always in a place where you guys may or may not get caught. supply closets on base, price’s guest bathroom, the bathrooms at the dive bar you both frequent, johnny’s hot tub after everyone else goes to bed for the night. something about the risk of being caught drives kyle mad. but when you actually get caught, then it’s not very fun (we all remember the bathroom incident at price’s house, right?).

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

wholeheartedly believe that kyle lasts the longest out of the 141—man is like a machine. he’s good at controlling his own orgasm depending on what you guys are doing. backshots? kyle can go a solid hour without cumming. missionary? a little less just because you’re able to claw at his skin and mewl brokenly into the crook of his neck, so probably like 30-45 minutes. you riding him? i’d give him a solid 20 minutes, because how can he not bust a load when your tits are bouncing right in his face? kyle definitely has a quick refractory period though. like he can get hard again almost immediately after he cums if he wants to, so get ready for multiple rounds in one night. as long as you aren’t sore or tired, kyle’s willing to keep going and going.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

kyle doesn't strike me as a super extensive toy collector but he definitely has the tried and trues, such as a hitachi, a bullet, three different sized dildos, a couple butt plugs, handcuffs, rope, and a fleshlight. he doesn't use them every session, usually saving them for special occasions, rewards, or punishments, but that doesn't mean he's not skilled at using them. one of his favorite toys to use on you is one of the butt plugs, slicking it up with lube and stretching out your puckered hole on his slender fingers. he swears you're the tightest you've ever been when he slips his dick into your cunt after stuffing the plug in your ass, holding it in place with his thumb as his usual fast pace is slowed and stuttered ("q-quit squeezin' me s'much, sweetheart. can't f-fuck ya if you don't let me pull out, yeah?"). kyle also makes it clear that everything he uses on you is something you can use on him, and he means everything. you wanna cuff him to the bed? he's helping you put them on and making sure they're locked. you wanna peg him? he's digging through the drawer to find a strap to put the dildo in and laying pretty on his stomach for you. his favorite toy you use on him is the fleshlight, unable to prevent the drool from leaking from the corners of his lips when you situate yourself between his thighs, hands gripping the plastic tight as you slick it up and down his painfully hard cock. you only use it when he's been bad or done something to piss you off, but sometimes you'll use it whenever kyle begs pretty enough for it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

kyle's a pretty big tease, but he's also extremely easy to win over. like he’ll be lapping against your clothed cunt, spit slicking your cotton underwear and mixing with your arousal spilling down your inner thighs as he nuzzled the bulbous tip of his nose against your covered clit. he’d be all smug and proud of the broken whines leaving your lips until his honey brown eyes flutter open and lock with yours, and he immediately crumbles at the sight of your need. the way your eyebrows are pinched together in the middle of your face, tears frosting your bottom lashes and teeth digging into your bottom lip as your fingers claw desperately at the bed sheets. and kyle’s resolve is immediately crumbling, one hand pushing your thighs further apart as the other tugs your ruined underwear down your trembling legs, whispering “no more cryin’, baby—didn’t mean t’make ya cry, just wanted a lil taste. let me make it up to you, yeah? split ya open on my cock? atta baby, spread your legs f'me.”

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

kyle's a snarky little shit, so his mouth is always moving during sex. whether he's muttering the dirtiest, filthy things into your ear while he plugs you full of his fingers or whimpering broken pleas as you bounce eagerly on his cock, kyle never stops making noise. he's embarrassingly loud when he subs (in his opinion. you beg to differ), and he often tries chewing on his bottom lip or sinking his teeth into your skin to muffle the lewd sounds. the only time kyle's not super loud is when you gag him with something, whether it be your panties, your fingers, or even that red ball gag you'd bought him as a surprise. he immediately turns into the most obedient thing, all glossy eyed and demure as he keeps whatever is stuffed between his teeth exactly where you put it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

i saw a headcanon (linked here; please give it a read and a reblog) about how kyle definitely has sensitive nipples and can cum from just having them played with/sucked on AND I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT NOW??? like kyle's never even thought about it until one night he's absolutely pounding you into the mattress and your fingers brush against his nipple as you try to grapple for something to hold onto, your nails just barely grazing the pebbled flesh before his hips stutter and his cock starts prematurely dribbling cum. he wouldn't even have time to feel embarrassed about it because your fingers are immediately searching for his nipples again, the stimulation making his softening cock stiffen up inside of you quickly. he loves it when you curl up against his side, one of your hands slicking down his cock and your tongue working circles around one of his nipples. he swears it's the quickest way to get him to cum all over your fingers (and he's correct).

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

everyone knows that kyle garrick is beautiful—hell, even he knows it. he's not as big and beefy as johnny or simon, but he's still solid muscle, lean in all the right places and a slutty little waist to match. he's around 6'2" in my headcanon of him, mostly all strong legs and honeyed skin that always has a layer of shea butter covering it. he's not a super hairy guy, but he does have a happy trail of black curls that begins at his navel and trickle down beneath his belt. as for kyle's cock, i would say he's definitely a shower AND a grower—like man is always hung both soft and hard. he doesn't have the thickest cock of the 141 but he definitely has the lengthiest. kyle is probably about 7 and a half inches soft and grows an extra half inch when he's hard. his cock is pretty much the same thickness from base to tip, around 4 and a half inches, and it curves slightly to the left as it hangs heavy between his musclar thighs. his cock is a slightly darker shade of brown than the rest of his skin, with multiple thick and throbbing veins that branch up his cock and disappear beneath his dark mauve-colored tip. kyle also has some pretty hefty balls (not exactly breeder balls like simon or price), with the one on the left a little bigger than the right one.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

in my opinion, kyle has pretty good control over his sex drive, so it truly depends on what your sex drive is like. if you have a high sex drive, kyle can match it twofold, always down to dick you down to your heart’s content (or let you milk him for all his worth, if that’s what you want instead). but if you don’t have a very high sex drive, kyle can also match that, slowing his down so that it makes every time you guys do fuck that much better. he’s a soldier, after all—he’s used to having to go long periods of time without sex or jacking off, so if your sex drive is on the slower side, he’s more than capable of waiting. sex for kyle is always about you and your comfortability, after all.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

kyle's usually pretty wired after sex, which is why he is always so adamant on giving you the best (and most thorough) aftercare possible. it gives him a chance to burn off a little bit more energy. even after bathing you, dressing you, feeding you, and carrying you back to bed, however, it's usually you that falls asleep first, with your cheek smushed against kyle's muscled chest and your leg thrown haphazardly across his naked waist. it usually takes about 20 minutes for kyle to finally nod off, but he's more than content to count the freckles on your cheeks or trace the small wrinkles on your face until then. on the rare occasion that kyle does fall asleep first, it's usually because he's laying on top of you still, face buried between your breasts and your fingers slowly carding through his tight curls as your thighs tighten around his hips. but this usually only happens after he comes home from a deployment or mission, simply to exhausted and comfortable to fight the urge to crash after filling you up to the brim.

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being a buckle bunny for outlaw!141

[ BUCKLE BUNNY ] 𝜗𝜚 the one where you're the new pretty little thing at outlaw!141's camp

𝜗𝜚 pairing: outlaw!141 x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: briefest mention of smut (minors—DNI), mentions of oral (m!receiving), sleazy!141, they're all criminals, allusions to reader being "passed around", horribly unedited, bad ending

like they would find you in some podunk town out west, a pretty little thing born and raised on a farm and now trying to make ends meet working as a barmaid in a rundown saloon.

gang leader!price lays eyes on you first, noticing you as soon as he’s leading his boys inside the swinging saloon doors after a particularly successful heist. and he’s more than happy to hand over his gun belt to you once he claims his spot at the bar, barking out to the other boys to “listen to the kind lady, won’t ’cha?” he’s all “thank you, sugar” and “ain’t you a pretty lil thing” as you pour him glasses of whiskey, enough to kill a whole horse but not outlaw john price. he barely blinks as he drains his 3rd glass.

drifter!simon, who’s a long ways from his hometown and the life he used to live, is standing in the corner of the saloon, thick corded muscles nearly bulging out of the denim shirt he’s wearing as he keeps his arms crossed over his chest. he wears a thick black bandana around his face, up over his nose and completely concealing his face other than the honey brown eyes that peak out from his blond lashes. he has the hands of a man who has killed before, but his eyes are proof of the pretty face that lies beneath the mask.

gunsmith!johnny is roaming around with outlaw!kyle, one arm slung over kyle’s shoulders and the other gripping the mug of beer tight in his fist as they prowl the saloon for an easy target. it’s a usual routine for them: johnny distracts the target with his charisma and random weapon knowledge while kyle digs his sticky fingers into their pockets and robs them blind. and they usually get away with it, until price is tight scolding them from his spot at the bar and immediately turning back to you to apologize.

“m’sorry ‘bout them, sugar. been trying to train them, teach ‘em some manners—haven’t been very successful, have i?” gang leader!price would say over the rim of his whiskey, a wry smile plastered on his lips as his eyes rake over your body.

it would take some convincing from price and the other boys for you to follow them back out to their camp, promises of a little horse riding and a look at whatever knickknacks they had gotten (stolen) enough to have your arms wrapped around drifter!simon’s burly torso as his horse clops down the dirt roads and towards the woods.

and you just never left after arriving at their camp, comfortable being passed around and shared amongst the four men if it meant eating johnny’s hunted down and cooked deer meat and having price’s cock down your throat every night.

at least it's better than slaving your days away at the saloon day in and day out, right?

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Hnggg....groping ghosts chest through his uniform because he accidentally choose a size too small and its making everyone on base drool so you're the first one to get to him :(

He reassured the tailor it was the right size when he originally ordered it—Much to his dismay; and the world being against him, it arrived a size smaller than originally planned. Buttons practically bursting at the seams, tank barely covering his chest beneath the tigjtened shirt, Oh. God.

Obviously; it was hard to fucking hide. A big, beefy man with D cups practically tearing his shirt? Everyone was eyeing him, purposefully or not, sexually or not. And Ghost—The dirty fucking dog he is nurtured in this, especially when you came up to him after training.

‘Have a problem with fitting, sir?’

You cooed, biting your bottom lip in an attempt to suck back any temptation, hand innocently tracing along his chest, feeling the tightened muscle.

‘Mmh..Wot’ you gettin’ at, missie?’

He knew what you were getting at, surely. He definitely did; would he admit it?

Absolutely not.

No worries, he won’t retaliate when you’re quickly making work of his shirt, a few buttons shooting out at you like sharp bullets, disregarding them as he allowed you to lift the flimsy vest over his muscular frame, revealing his hairy torso—quickly leaning forward to grope his chest.

Snickering, Simon just narrowed his eyes and looked down at you, letting out a inaudible mumble followed by a hum as your tongue encased the perk of his nipple, top of your teeth scraping over the bud.

Maybe he’d get an even tighter one next time.

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[tacticoal]

「V.I.P. for me ?!」: ̗̀➛ part 2 to biker!racer!simon

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ sfw, gn reader, unedited, suggestive content if you squint, mdni !!

wanted to throw in a big big thank you for all the recent support loves, you have no idea how welcomed you've all made me feel. please enjoy.

you. are. beaming.

ecstatic, delighted, overjoyed, hysterical, your mind lists all the words that could only ever possibly describe how you're feeling as you grasp your phone with nearly enough force to crack the screen.

simon riley, the #1 motorcycle racer in britain, upholding a 5-year champion streak, the man you've known and adored for years, is doing a meet-and-greet in your town.

and you're staring down at the VIP ticket on your phone.

your friends messaged you in the group chat, explaining that they all chipped in for your special invitation, buying the standard, cheaper tickets for themselves to come with you. the VIP admission gives you access to a shorter line that simon gets to first, as well as a photo with him and his bike. oh, that work of beauty, you think, already smelling the gasoline it burns off.

you spammed them with several thank you's and holy shit's, before calling a nearby restaurant to reserve a table (the poor lady on the other end could barely make out your warbled and giddy speech). just imagining next week makes you squeal and giggle into your pillow all night.

next week. the event is next week. exactly 6 days, 10 hours, 54 minutes and 4 seconds from now. 6 days to go out, get a fresh set of clothes, hair trimmed, and figure out any other essentials. surely that's more than enough time, right?

well, with no more than an hour left until you have to be out the door, you're pacing around your bed, 5 different outfits splayed over it. your friends -- who knew you'd be in this situation and arrived about an hour earlier already dressed up -- sit around your room, either watching you or on their phones listening as you ramble about how this outfit would catch his eye, but this one looks more comfy--

they knew not to interrupt you, providing the most company they can while you grumble, beginning to get impatient with yourself. eventually, you settle on something loose and airy, but revealing enough to gather the right kind of attention.

"what if he thinks i'm ugly.." you mutter, brushing down a stray hair in front of the mirror with a shaky hand.

"then y'know he's knocked his head into the concrete one too many times," your closest friend giggles.

huffing out a laugh, you nod and go to arrange a tote bag, throwing everything you want simon to sign. an official t-shirt promoting his name, two framed photographs of him, and a notepad. obviously the bag is getting signed too -- you'd throw in your arm and forehead in there if they weren't attached to your body. sigh, modern day problems.

finally, finally the time comes where you're waiting in line. holy shit, this is really happening. you can see a glimpse of his tracksuit from here, your body trembling with nerves. you've separated from your friends a bit ago, jaw dropped as you passed by the crowds of people lined up for this event. music blasts through your earbuds, in an attempt to tune out the bass blasting throughout the streets and boisterous screams 'n chatter. keeping your friends updated on where you are, you stay hunched over your phone as you slowly inch up the line.

"'nd what's your name?-"

simon's gaze tilts up from the checkerboard table to you, his breath immediately caught in his throat. you were still looking down, thumbs tapping on the screen in your hands. your glance flickered up for a split second, before your head completely snapped up to him, eyes widening as they get caught in the riptide of his deep, darker ones. with your mouth agape, you both stare at each other in silence. a beat or two passes before you rip your earbuds away, shoving them into your bag, alongside your phone.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry, i wasn't paying attention to the line, i was texting my friends and got distracted with them-"

it's you, he thinks. the one from the pub those few weeks back. he clears his throat and nods, watching you hastily pull out the things for him to sign, his heart clenching the same way it did when he first laid eyes on you. you giddily point at where you want his signature, and he's quick to oblige, the permanent marker squeaking against glass.

"i'm a really big fan," you admit bashfully, unable to hide the excited grin that stretches across your face, "since freshman year of college, 'm pretty sure."

now, simon's heard that from basically every fan he's encountered, but he's never truly believed them until now. he looks up to you, sliding the framed pictures to the side to make room for your notepad. your eyes glitter with a childlike glee as you stare back at him, and he wonders what your pretty head's thinking.

"that so, love?" he muses, tilting his head.

"yeah," you beam at the nickname, "i don't know how you do it -- everything you do is so cool."

he breathes out a laugh, ignoring how he's holding up the line behind you.

"i'd be glad to show y'round it sometime."

"really?"

you watch him with gleaming eyes, jaw dropped, as he writes a string of numbers below his name.

"text me anytime, love," he teases, handing it back to you before flicking his hand, "now shoo off, before security gets on ya."

"what about the photo?" you pout at him in disappointment, and he can't help but grin wolfishly in return.

"i promise you much more than a photo if you keep in touch."

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[tacticoal]

a little idea while i'm finishing a draft:

assassin!simon who doesnt realize he's hunting the wrong person. not until he's watching reader through his scope, staring right back at his silhouette through the shattered glass of their apartment window, bullet hole pierced right beside the bridge of their nose (the skin now marred and bleeding), nestled in the wall. staring at you like this has him think back to the profile photo he was given, realizing the faces don't match.

shit.

[tacticoal]

Reblog if it's okay to invade your ask box.

Always

[tacticoal]

falling to my knees in the middle of a walmart rn

stop the way the size difference would be insane between demon!ghost n angel!reader like the first time you actively seek out for his touch is when he's feeding you and you reach out to grasp his wrist before he's able to pull back, sniffling out a small thank you for keeping you all safe and clean and fed and actually caring for you despite his morals

oh the way he'd fall to his knees in the middle of a walmart just remembering how soft your skin was grazing his, all calloused and worn, is insane

GIN PLEASE YOU’RE MAKING THE BRAINROT WORSE😩

[ STARVED ] 𝜗𝜚 the one where you're hungry and touch starved!demon!ghost feeds you

𝜗𝜚 pairing: broken angel!reader x demon!ghost 𝜗𝜚 cw: mature themes (no smut but minors still DNI), reader being locked in a cage, demon!ghost being sweet, hand-feeding, touch starvation

sleeping in the solid gold cage that had become your home was a skill in and of itself, perfectly coiling up into a ball on your side with your knees tucked against your chest and your iridescent wings peeking out of the cage bars.

you spent most your time asleep, only being woken up when ghost turned the crank on the far wall and lowered the cage to the ground with a loud thud against the cobbled floors.

the thud shook you from your slumber and forced you to sit up slowly, sleep dripping like molasses from your lashes as you peeked up to see ghost standing before you. his burly arms were filled with a selection of food for you to choose from, ranging from delectable fruits like peaches and strawberries to more savory snacks like cheese and meats.

“didn’t know what you wanted,” ghost muttered under his breath as he dropped to one knee, still towering over you despite being at half-height and scattering the foods out in front of him. “so ‘got a bit of everything.”

you gingerly pushed yourself up to sit on your knees, arm rubbing the exhaustion and tears from your eyes as you glanced over the practical feast laid out before you. you tried to stretch an arm out through the bar, reaching for a pail of strawberries that was just out of reach only for ghost to nudge your tiny hand out of the way with his pinky.

“stop ‘hat,” ghost grumbled and picked up the pail with ease (which, in his grip, looked like a drinking glass), rummaging around the strawberries before finding one that was as plump and red as could be. “y’gonna hurt a wing if y’keep reachin’ like that. just lemme do it.”

you didn’t argue as ghost stuck his enormous fingers through the bars, his hand much too big to fully fit between the bars. the strawberry hung by its leaves between his clawed fingertips, once again slightly out of your reach. so you gripped onto the base of ghost’s thumb, your fingers barely wrapping all the way around it as you pulled his hand a bit closer and took a bite of the strawberry.

“thank you,” you lilted softly around a mouthful of chewed fruit, your fingers gently sliding off of ghost’s thumb as you settled back onto your knees once more.

what you didn’t expect was for ghost to all but drop the half bitten strawberry from his fingertips, letting it hit the floor of your cage with a wet squish as he quickly pulled his hand back and away from yours. his onyx eyes were wide as they traced over your features once more before ghost quickly turned away from you, an audible gulp leaving his lips and spine as stiff as a board.

ghost didn’t even say anything before he left, nor did he put the piles of food away like he usually did. he didn’t even pull your cage back up to suspend you from the ceiling. instead, he opted to retreat into his bedroom and lock the door behind him with a heavy thud.

it would be hours before you saw ghost again, wordlessly stomping toward the crank on the far wall to suspend you once more and away from his sight.

(bonus: you could’ve sworn you could see his clawed hands trembling as he pulled the crank down.)

[tacticoal]

awww hi cutie !! here u go :D

donkey kong country theme - super nintendo (literally the only thing i listen to while i write)

rabbit hole - deco*27

aishiteitanoni - maretu

1925 - recog

ghost song - deco*27

uhhhmmmmmmmmmm idk who to tag for this.............

...... c'mon out @ink-n-shadow @v1x3n !!!

put 5 songs you listen to, post it, then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers

Ok ok, my babies, i love them so much (would listen a 10 hour loop of each one)

My good looking boy - Suki Waterhouse

Alejandro - Lady Gaga

Lust for a vampyr - I Monster

I like the way you kiss me - Artemas

Mary on a cross - Ghost

@mrsshabana @blaubeeren @signedeclipse @sleazysquid idk who else lol

[tacticoal]

ong like hop off that digital dick and take a breather 😭

sometimes people need to realise it’s the internet it’s not that deep just hop off ur pc

[tacticoal]

I DIDNT READ IT YET BUT OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

omg no cause imagine one of demon!ghost's enemies (some lowly demon? gasp.. an angel??) finds his abode while he happens to be out and breaks in. ohhh his little angel would be so scared (esp if it's an angel they recognize, or a demon that actually wants to harm them), shaking as the intruder tries to pick the lock of their cage.. but ghost senses their distress and is quick to come back and rip the perpetrator's wings off...

(ohhh the parasites..... the parasites....)

OH. MY. GOD.

[ SAVIOR ] 𝜗𝜚 the one where demon!ghost saves you from an intruder

𝜗𝜚 pairing: broken angel!reader x demon!ghost 𝜗𝜚 cw: mature themes (no smut but minors still DNI), intruder, stalking/kidnapping elements, slight stockholm syndrome?, mentions of nonconsenual touching (not sexual in nature), demon!ghost is a big boy, hurt/comfort, gn!reader (no explicit gendered elements used), unedited

you wouldn't even know how the imp had managed to worm its way into ghost's fortress, which was usually completely locked down (except for the few times ghost has his buddies over). you had simply been sleeping away peacefully, sweat slick on your skin and making a sickeningly sweet smell bleed out through the room, when you were jolted awake by the cage being lowered.

but it hadn't been time to eat—ghost was always on a strict schedule, and you'd eat at the same time each day and night.

so you would be surprised when you let your eyes flutter open sleepily and come face to face with a nasty little creature foaming at the mouth near the cage bars, long bony arms trying to poke their way through to caress your soft canvas of flesh. it would be muttering out gibberish words, an amalgamation of how pretty your skin was and how delicious it bet you tasted, the smell of hell's fire on its breath and his grubby palms heating your skin uncomfortably.

and it wouldn't take another second before you're crying out for ghost, scrambling to the other side of your cage with your wings tucked close to your body and tears beginning to frost your cheeks. your fear was almost palpable in the air as the imp struggled with the cage lock, feverishly tugging and trying to unlock it in order to sink its fangs into you.

it only takes a few warbling cries of his name for ghost to materialize immediately, stepping next your cage from a swirling cloud of smoke and hell's fire before his large hand wrapped instinctively around the throat of the intruder.

"and just what d'you think you're doin', eh?" ghost would his between his teeth as he pulls the imp up to his eye level, all snarling fangs and claws barred. "you tryin' to take my pet from me?"

and the imp would be blubbering out choked apologies, trying to explain that he was just following the king's orders, that it was illegal for ghost to have you in the first place—but the imp never even gets to breathe another word before ghost simply closes his fist completely.

you would watch through blurry tears and between your fingers as the imp's lifeless body crumbles to the floor in a pile of smoldering ash and broken bones. you wouldn't even notice the enraged breathing wracking ghost's lungs, the way his clawed fists are tightly closed and shaking limply at his sides.

the only thing to knock him out of his blinding rage would be you letting out another warbled whimper of his name, arms outstretched between the cage bars as you seek him out for comfort. him. the one who plucked you from your home and forced you into his. the one you had barely even spoken to. the one who made you flinch every time his fingers stick between the bars to provide another scoop of cream for you to eat.

and ghost would practically scramble to unlock the cage, pulling you gently from its confines and holding you tightly against his chest. his palm would be the same size as your head but he'd stroke your hair with one of his claws all the same, not even saying a word but simply letting you curl up against his muscled scarred body and cry it all out.

[tacticoal]

this is so unfortunate

@ink-n-shadow GO GO GO !!!

You have to share a bed with the last character in your saved images. Started a new thread

Tagged by @ladamedusoif 💞

It’s Marcus, but I’m pretending it’s Dave for Strangers lol

NPTs @gnpwdrnwhiskey @kteague @trulybetty @lovesbiggerthanpride @psychedelic-ink @undercoverpena @guess-my-next-obsession @dreamymyrrh and whoever else wants to share

[tacticoal]

beautiful beautiful beautiful !!!

in love with the marker-sketch style of the motorcycle <33

i think its illegal to be in the cod fandom and not draw a motorcycle thing at LEAST once

this being said i have zero clue abt motorcycles at all so all of this comes from either a reference photo or my ~imagination~

obligatory close-ups that i liked under the cut

[tacticoal]

「scowls to smiles」 : ̗̀➛ you drive them crazier in love...

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ sfw, gn reader (mentions of makeup [kyle]), unedited, mdni !!

john price

"you're definitely the only person i would do this for..."

john grumbles, his arms crossed and his body slumped in the seat. you roll your eyes at him, snatching the remote next to him from behind the couch to change the television channel. the boisterous cheers get cut off, switching from your boyfriend's weekly football channel to the horror documentaries you oh-so love. you walk around to slide next to john, leaning into the arm he reaches out to you. it wraps around you out of instinct, pulling you in closer.

"you promised me we could watch tonight's episode," you remind him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "besides, you know kyle's recording it for you tomorrow.."

a deep sigh (closer to a groan, really) escapes his lips, knowing garrick and the other two are out together watching the game at their local pub. still, he settles in, pressing a kiss to your temple, trying to ignore the spam of texts he's getting from the others about who scored what.

simon riley

the bedframe creaks aggressively at the way you're shaking simon's burly body, echoing throughout your shared loft. he's usually so good at waking up without a second thought back at base -- his body sensing the slightest movement meters away. but now? now his body's facing away from you, snoring loudly, almost as if he's mocking you.

oh, bring it on.

you are so going to get noise complaints for the wrong ideas, but you don't care at the moment. you're wide awake, and he's not.

it's so pretty outside, you nearly fell out of bed once you saw the slightest bit of golden light peeking into the room, glowing on the walls. looking past the curtains, the sky is painted in soft lavenders and ceruleans -- the sun just barely peeping out from behind the layers of old buildings.

"simon- wake up!! the sunrise is so pretty today, and the whole city's all pretty and there's no people out and its nice 'n cool so we can go out and get coffee and tea and breakfast-!!"

you yelp as he rolls over, nearly knocking you back. he's now laying on his back, eyes still shut, hair poking out and around in tufts, one big hand lazily grasping onto yours.

"y'know what else is pretty, love? sleep."

he tugs you slightly towards him, you legs knocking into the mattress. you let out a loud huff.

"no way, si'. i want a cute morning date with you, and if you're not up in the next 5 seconds i'm so going by mysel-"

a loud groan interrupts you, the bear of a man beneath you slowly rising to sit, rubbing at his eyes before sending a teasing glare your way.

"go grab my hoodie."

kyle garrick

kyle wakes up with a groan, stretching his stiff limbs out from the couch. the sun was still beaming through the cracks of the shades, illuminating the living room. he remembers falling asleep while waiting for you to finish your digital meeting in the other room, your muffled voice luring him into sleep. swinging his legs over the cushion to stand, he lets out a satisfied hum as his knees pop, before heading to the bathroom.

just before he could make it to the toilet, his head snaps back to the mirror. your giggles echo from behind kyle, as he tiredly rubs a hand down his face.

his perfectly contoured, flushed, powder-set face.

"really, love?"

"i dunno, kyle, this is a reallllly good look on you..."

you peek over his shoulder, a wide grin stretching your face. his eyes (outlined and enamored in glittery eyeshadow, keep in mind) glared at you through the mirror, letting out a deep sigh as you walk past him to take out the hidden cosmetics from the cabinet, showing them off to him. you rambled about how hard to was to find his exact shade so you bought 5 different foundations just in case (with his money...), that he kept twitching his eyes and messing up the eyeliner, how he almost woke up because the tutorial video blasted an ad midway through-

"you're so annoying, good god... i love you so much, c'mere-"

he was quick to turn around and cup your face with both hands, cutting off your squeals with a sticky kiss. one on the mouth, then the apples of your cheeks, then your chin, until your entire face was covered in cherry red silhouettes of his lips.

you wore his marks with beaming pride for the rest of the day.

john mactavish

johnny comes out of the kitchen with his eyebrows knit together and a frown creasing his lips. he swore up and down he saw it in the cabinets last, maybe it was in his bag? the bedroom? hell, he even checked the pockets of his jeans sitting in the laundry.

he rounds the corner of the hallway to where you were. you probably knew best, always the one to reorganize the shelves and put away the groceries. he grins as he sees you, lazing on the couch, watching the television,

"birdie, where's mah-"

and apparently snacking on the chocolate bar he's been searching for.

"...chocolate."

you two stare at each other, the voiceover from the luminous screen taking up the silence. johnny watches you chew very slowly, as if he wouldn't notice so long as you did it carefully enough. you look so cute like this, he thinks, looking up at him so innocently, seeming so happy with your treat. a perfectly disguised criminal he would've dismissed without a second thought. with an agonizingly slow swallow, you cleared your throat before speaking up,

"sorry, babe.."

oh, how could he ever be mad at you?

he lets out an amused huff, pushing himself off the wall to walk over to you. expecting some sort of punishment, you squeeze your eyes shut.

instead, you feel a firm kiss press on your chocolate-stained lips. with a surprised gasp, you invite him in to prod his tongue past your teeth. and after an awfully messy few seconds, he peels back, a satisfied smirk on his lips. another peck is delivered to your lips, before he settles into the couch beside you.

you may be a wanted criminal, but he's already had his heart stolen by you. and he's too damn smitten to turn you in.

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