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priceseyes · 1 year ago
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sgt. athena 'birdie' kallis and capt. john price - commission done by @felrija
enjoy the silence, cod-verse: a masterlist.
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AHHH!!!! I've been excited about this for a while now, OMG!!!! LOOK AT THEM, MY BADASS BABIES!!! OHHH, they look so wonderful and in loveeeeee!!!! I love the way @felrija, they did an absolutely lovely job at portraying both my COD!OC, athena, as well as the relationship she has with price. GAH! they look so lovely together, I can't thank @felrija enough, seriously.
them, my babies.
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hoolyelina · 1 year ago
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fish or be fished
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killerpancakeburger · 3 months ago
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Oblivious!Human!Reader x Smitten!Werewolf!Soap 🐺
Soap, pinning them against a wall, in a growl: Y'drive me bloody mad, y'know tha? (sexual) (bc Reader has been missing all the hints he drops)
Reader: Oh... sorry (interprets "driving mad" as "annoying")
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gazspookiebear · 1 year ago
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Ugh I'm so sleepy. Eepy man. Enjoy this shit I cooked up in ten minutes.
You wake up, only to find yourself just as tired as you were a few hours ago. Your eyelids are heavy, and you're fighting back sleep with every blink. Exhaustion wracking your body with every movement.
You feel Simon groan and sit up next to you.
"Mmm... five more minutes?" You mumble sleepily, shivering at the sudden lack of warmth.
"'M sorry love, we've gotta get up"
"Please? I'm so tired..." You whine quietly
"Negative," he says, chuckling at your miserable pout.
"Please, Si?" You say it so sweetly. The nickname you rarely used. His weakness.
A moment passes before you finally hear a response.
"Fine."
You grin, knowing that you've won. He lays back down and wraps his arm around you, pulling your back to his chest. You close your eyes and sleep quickly overtakes you.
Of course, it was never just 'five more minutes'. Simon called your work shortly after and informed them that you wouldn't be coming in today. However that works.
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moonriseoverkyoto · 10 months ago
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Wearing your brother’s dog tags brings a lot of questions, which meant problems. Especially from men, especially at a bar where said men try to pick you up. Or strike a conversation about the mysterious dog tags. Lucky for you a certain Scot lovingly doesn’t think to ask too many questions. Not until Johnny “Soap” Mactavish’s tongue is down your throat in the back of his car on holiday do the gears begin to turn. But only, yes only after, a few odd weekends of small dates and letters when he can write, he finally decides to ask who your tags belong to between deep kisses and pants. You frown as you pull away to respond, the mood dampened.
“Oh I really shouldn’t say..” you sigh not wanting to explain the long story typically because it ruins the mood “my brother gave me these so I wouldn’t worry about him when he leaves on missions. His call sign is Ghost and…” Shit. Johnny’s whole body seizes up as his heart makes a pitfall down his body. His hearing stops as his brain repeats your joined last name over and over and over; Riley, Riley Riley Riley. Fuck why didn’t he connect the dots. Ghost always was secretive and protective about his younger sister, everyone knew he always declined to bring you as his plus one or even show photos to the rest of the 141. Damnit he knows somewhere down the line if Gaz or even worse Price hears about this that he’ll never live it down. If Ghost hears about this - shit he’ll never live. He finally zones back in to hear you say
“…but that doesn’t matter because you guys don’t run in the same circles, right?” Soap’s nervous smile gives you all the time for your heart to join his in dropping down below. But as your phone rings both of you are sure your hearts have dropped down to hell as the caller id reads: Simon Riley.
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Drabble Drabble, I’m tired and I wanted to put this on paper before it slipped my mind. I’ll expand upon this later but this is mostly an idea for @glossysoap to enjoy because Glossy loves Soap as much as I do. So I hope you enjoy btw not proofread so toodles xoxo - Moon
©️moonriseoverkyoto 2024. please do not steal, copy, plagiarize, or translate any of my works without my permission. do not steal any elements of my theme without permission.
Reposts are 100000% appreciated. Also my inbox is open for requests!
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gomzdrawfr · 5 days ago
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powerfultenderness · 19 days ago
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You're not as sneaky with your "secret relationship" as you thought. Gaz caught you and Soap kissing a few times, saw Soap's hand "discreetly" roam your backside, saw the way you looked at each other. It was kind of cute how terrible you two were at keeping the relationship private, so Gaz didn't say anything beyond rolling his eyes at your antics.
You're not as sneaky with your "secret relationship" as you thought. Price noticed the way Ghost softened up around you, saw the way your hands lingered on him whenever you passed by him and the way he leaned into your touch. It had to be love, there was no other explanation for why you laughed so much as Ghost's stupid little jokes.
- (Soap x (f)Reader x Ghost, but Gaz and Price think you're cheating on them)
When Soap excused himself, leaving the break room a little too quickly, Gaz scoffed and muttered about how he was probably going to go find you.
"Why's that?" Price asked, just as he brought his tea up for a sip.
"You're kidding, right? Her and Soap haven't exactly been discreet."
Price coughed, narrowly avoiding choking on his tea and whipped his head towards Gaz. "You saying she's with Soap?"
"Yea? Thought it was obvious..."
"No," Price shook his head. "It's obvious her and Ghost have something going on."
No, couldn't be. It was Gaz turn to shake his head. "Nah, I caught her and Soap snogging on more than one occasion."
Price crossed his arms, fingers tapping, as he looked at the younger man. "I've caught her and Ghost..."
And suddenly, angry protective instincts flare up in the both men.
They resolve to confront you, to demand that you tell Soap and Ghost what you're doing.
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"One of the private's just said she was headed to the armory."
"Good." A private, quiet, place to bring up something so sensitive. Even if you didn't deserve that kind of consideration, Soap's and Ghost's names would be dragged up, and they did.
The hinges were well oiled, and out of habit, Price and Gaz try to keep their footsteps light. So when they walked in, when they hear a breathy "Johnny!", their sudden appearance spooked you and Soap...and Ghost?
You and Soap had scrambled to make yourselves decent, but...they saw. Not even bleach could wipe away the image of you pressed between both men, one leg hitched over Soap's waist while he lapped at your neck. Meanwhile Ghost kept you stable, one hand rucked up your shirt, as the other held your chin, pulling your head back so he could kiss you.
"..The fuck?!"
"C-captain!" You and Soap coughed and tried to pretend you weren't just caught about to fuck in the armory.
Ghost hadn't moved, even as he nodded at Price and Gaz. Though his obvious hard on tenting his pants gave lie to his nonchalance. "Cap'n. Sergeant."
Price, finally over the shock of stumbling onto a threesome, sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "All three of you, my office, first thing tomorrow."
A round of "yes sir"s followed before Gaz and Price left, muttering non to nice things under their breaths.
"Shit." You groaned and leaned against Ghost again, "I think we're in trouble."
He looked down at you with a cocky smirk, one mirrored by Soap. "We're no' in trouble till tomorrow. You're about to be in trouble now."
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yakowo · 2 years ago
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🍳😊
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forsworned · 9 months ago
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Ghost: you’re a bug.
Y/n: how???
Ghost: small. crawls around. Y/n: ????
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spurbleu · 3 months ago
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something something your 141 bf finding out who your celebrity crush is and making fun of you for it, until they see a picture and find how strikingly similar they look to them and becoming completely endeared if not a little targeted.
alt. looks like on of their teammates and they get a strange mix of jealous, turned on, and extremely curious in the dynamics of a threesome.
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priceseyes · 11 months ago
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we'll meet again some sunny day.
Vault Dweller and His Vault Bride.
John Price and Athena 'Birdie' Kallis. | Vault Dwellers - Vault 111. | Husband and Wife.
Commission done by @irlplasticlamb
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AHHH, MY FAVORITE VAULT DWELLER PAIR!!! ohhhh, these turned out lovely and so amazing all thanks to the wonderful @irlplasticlamb because.....this commission turned absolutely BEAUTIFUL! it looks like a framed vintage photo of these two which was what I was hoping for and they did just that!
this commission is of my COD!OC athena 'birdie' kallis and her partner, john price. this takes place within a fallout au, one of my all time favorite gaming franchises ever and these two fit so well in the world, i love it!!!
them them them.
cod fallout au tag.
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watusingpaputok · 3 months ago
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due to some demand, i have made the do i wanna know but hozier nikprice edit (i am still learning ngl look away)
edit: i also have another nikprice edit
@callsign-selkie @gomzdrawfr hi 😳👉👈
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tojisun · 4 months ago
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“but i can imagine no other peace—” (excerpt from correspondance between albert camus and maria casarés, 17 july 1949)
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luxcuriousao3 · 4 months ago
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Johnny was handsome and charming and perfectly aware of the fact, and he used it to his advantage. Picking up birds was easy—but getting them to stay? That was the tricky part. Most of them only wanted him for a night of fun, and the few who were willing to try for something more never stayed long once they realized how often he was deployed. How often he’d leave them alone.
He didn’t blame them, even if it always hurt like hell. But fuck if he didn't feel like a mutt being returned to the pound after thinking he’d found his forever home.
The one night stands didn’t break his heart as bad, but he couldn’t stop himself from asking for more.
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sky-is-the-limit · 1 year ago
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Gurl, I've got you.
If you are comfortable with it, I can imagine Gaz getting jealous, tying his partner to the bed (with their consent, obviously 😒) and fucking them like there's no tomorrow. (Sending this as an ask in case you wanna use it)
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'Wicked Games'
P: Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x F!Reader
CW: Dom/Brat Tamer!Gaz, jealousy, possessiveness, handcuffs, face-fucking as punishment, rough oral sex
WC: 3.505 words (oops)
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You were in the midst of getting ready, your reflection adorned in a sleek, tight black dress that hugged your curves in all the right places. With each movement, the fabric whispered against your skin, accentuating your figure with an air of confidence.
His eyes followed the graceful arc of your hand as you brushed a hint of blush onto your cheeks, the subtle flush of color only enhancing your natural beauty.
Despite his efforts to appear nonchalant, the tension simmered just beneath the surface. His gaze widened slightly at the sight of your attire,lingering on you with a hint of admiration and pride.
''He's just a colleague, Kyle.'' It was the third time you had to echo that sentence in a row, each word carefully enunciated with an exhausted sigh in between as the night drag on.
''Who's desperately trying to sleep with you, Y/N.'' Kyle's jaw tightened, his gaze hardening as he leaned himself against the doorframe to get a better look at you. 
The veil of calm that blanked his form wasn't enough to disguise the tension around you that could be cut with a knife.
''Okay, now you're overreacting.'' A quick glance away from your reflection in the mirror was enough to catch him rolling his eyes to your remark as you applied the finishing touches to your makeup.
Your arrival to your corporate's event was bound to be late from the moment you were about to settle on the outfit.
The sound of the bathroom door creaked open, and your boyfriend that resembled a Greek God emerged, his hair damp and tousled from the shower. In nothing but a towel wrapped low around his waist, droplets of water glistened on his bronzed skin, accentuating the defined lines of his muscular physique.
''Yeah, right- Wait, no bra?'' Kyle's voice was tinged with a hint of reproach, his brows furrowing as he fought to keep his jealousy in check.
''I can't wear one with this dress.'' With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you turned to face him.
"And you know what else?" You continued, your voice teasing as you pulled back to meet Kyle's gaze. "It's kinda cold tonight.''
''Fucking hell.'' Kyle let out a frustrated growl, his patience wearing thin as he struggled to contain his emotions.. That did not bode well for his self-control.
With a playful smirk, he pushed himself away from the door frame and took a step closer, the air thick with a sudden change of emotions.
''What do I have to do to get you to stay?'' The droll of his voice belied a casual tease, but his tone was dangerous.
''Tie me down, probably.''
The words hung in the air for a moment, accompanied by your light chuckle, as you anticipated Kyle's typical witty response. However, as the seconds ticked by, you noticed the atmosphere slowly changing.
The laughter faded from your lips instantly as you glimpsed the genuine consideration in Kyle's eyes, a flicker of something more primal stirring beneath the surface.
The suggestion lingered in the air like a provocative dare, igniting a spark of desire within him as he contemplated the possibilities.
''Are you seriously considering tying me down, Sergeant?'' The sudden shift from playful banter to something more charged, left you breathless, your pulse quickening with a rush of excitement.
With a slow, deliberate movement, Kyle reached out to gently brush a lock of hair from your face, his touch tender yet intense.
''What if I am?'' His tone was casual, but the way it vibrated in his chest sent a rush of heat down your spine.
''You'd have to catch me, first'' You exclaimed with a giggle and quickened your pace towards the living room, forgetting for a moment that with that man standing behind you, it was pointless.
Kyle, agile and determined, moved swiftly to intercept you. He closed the distance between you in a few quick strides. In a heartbeat, his strong hands firmly gripped on your hips, halting you in your tracks.
Before you could protest or react, Kyle pulled you even closer, his body pressing against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.
He leaned in close, his breath warm against the shell of your ear as he whispered huskily, "That was a bad move, sweetheart."
''Kyle, you're gonna ruin my outfit-'' A look of bland innocence spread across your face, trying hard to convince yourself above all that you wanted to walk out that door and out of his embrace. 
"Oh, sweetheart," He murmured, his breath warm against your skin, "You know I'm not just gonna ruin your outfit."
A shiver of excitement ran down your spine as his fingers trailed slowly along your sides, his touch igniting a fire within you that burned hot and bright.
As Kyle's hands moved with intent, your breath caught in your throat, skin tingling with anticipation at the tantalizing promise of what was to come.
It was when Kyle's hands reached your breasts that you realized that he was not going to let you walk out that door intact, your eyes widening in shock at the suddenness of his touch.
''I'm gonna do much more than that.'' In terms of words that made your knees give in, he’s definitely said more explicit things, but apparently, that was all you needed that night. 
"Kyle," You murmured, your tone betraying the internal struggle, "I have to go."
''Mhm, do you now?'' Kyle buried his nose in your neck, feeling your pulse with his lips. His skin was so hot, his steaming breath stretching over your delicate skin.
You didn’t mean to whimper, but it slipped out and Kyle's hips bucked. Eager to cage you. Eager to pin you under him and devour you.
With a teasing lilt to your voice, you uttered the name that always seemed to set him on edge, "What will James think if I don't go?"
You knew all too well the effect those words would have, how they would stir the green-eyed monster within him, yet you couldn't resist the thrill of fueling his jealousy and pushing him over the edge.
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And that was how you ended up lying on the bed, your wrists bound by soft leather handcuffs secured to the headboard.
It had started innocently enough, a playful suggestion that quickly escalated into something far more intense. With each gentle tug of the restraints, you felt a surge of excitement building within you.
And as you laid there, completely at his mercy, you couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability unlike anything you had ever experienced before.
The soft whisper of fabric against skin, the faint creak of the bed beneath you, every sensation seemed magnified, heightened by the knowledge that you were completely under his control.
In that moment, with the world reduced to nothing but the two of you, you knew that you were exactly where you wanted to be, no alcohol, no annoying colleagues, no meaningless conversations. Just you, bare naked, bound to the bed and utterly captivated by the man kneeling with you between his thighs
"Satisfied now, Sergeant Garrick?" A devious smile played on your lips as you attempted to feign innocence, but your efforts were feeble at best.
Your boyfriend's keen observation didn't miss a beat. The slight twitch on his brow betrayed his reaction to you using his military rank. It was clear that your words had struck a chord within him, awakening something hidden beneath the surface that was begging to come forward.
As his gaze met yours, you noticed them darkening to the shade closest to the nightsky. There was a spark of arousal mixed with something almost unexplainable, something almost frightening. Intoxicating.
"Cat got your tongue, pretty boy?" Your tone dripped with sass as you pushed the boundaries, testing his patience.
Short distorted laughs came from him, almost mocking your pathetic attempt to provoke him. He raised one hand, the warmth of his touch grazing against your cheek before trailing down to the back of your head, where his fingers began to weave through your hair with a gentle grip.
Despite the tender gesture, you couldn't ignore the underlying tension that radiated from him, it was clear that what was to follow was going to be far from sweet.
Abruptly, his fingers clenched tightly in your hair, a searing pain radiating through your scalp, eliciting a groan to escape your lips.
"Yeah? Is that how you wanna play, love?" His voice was low and husky as he leaned down, bringing his mouth close to your ear.
Kyle's lips brushed against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine, while his other hand, calloused and strong, gently cupped the flesh of your ass before giving it a firm squeeze.
You felt his touch trailing down, skimming over the nakedness of your upper body until they reached the edge of your panties. Your breath caught in your throat as his fingers danced along the elastic, teasingly tugging them down. The sensation was electrifying, anticipation coursing through your body.
His warm breath tickled your neck as he exhaled, "You're practically dripping, and I've barely even touched you." He remarked with a low chuckle, the sound rumbling in your ear and sending a thrill through your body.
"Shut up-" You quipped, knowing full well the bratty tone of your words.
As if to amplify your wicked plan, you aimed a playful kick at his thigh, intending to push him away though you knew that it was part of his job to take down men twice his size with ease.
Kyle reared back, and in an instant, his lips crashed onto yours with an intensity that bordered on punishing.
Initially, you resisted, a split-second defiance before surrendering to the fervor of his kiss. As you yielded, his kiss softened, his lips tenderly caressing yours, his tongue teasing the corner of your mouth with slow strokes.
As he began pressing his knee against your throbbing core, your back arched instinctively, seeking further contact and stimulation.
In response to your reaction, he let out a deep, guttural moan of his own into your mouth, his desire echoing yours as he intensified the pressure of his kiss. With one hand still cupping the back of your neck possessively, he leaned over you, his weight asserting dominance in the space between you.
His honeyed eyes fixated on your breasts, staring with a hunger that made your skin tingle. His plush lips were slightly parted as he placed his palms on your stomach, earning a desperate whisper from you.
''Kyle-'' Unintentionally, a soft mewl escaped your lips, a sound of desire that surprised even you. You couldn't help but crave his hands on your breasts, yearning for the sensation of his fingers squeezing, massaging, mirroring the fervent desire on his face.
And then, he withdrew, his lips parting from yours, leaving behind a warmth as he leaned back to take another look at your exposed skin.
''You wanna act like a brat?'' Kyle seethed as if he was welcoming a challenge, a sly smirk playing on his lips, his eyes gleaming with determination.
With deliberate intent, he wrapped his fingers around the base of your neck, his grip tightening gradually, compelling you to meet his eyes. ''Fine, I'll treat you like one.''
His hand disappeared from your sight, gliding down his torso until it reached the towel that hung low around his waist, teasingly revealing the contours of his body.
In one swift motion, he discarded the towel, allowing it to fall to the floor with a soft rustle, revealing his form in all its glory. You couldn't help but stare, mesmerized. It slapped against his stomach with a satisfying thud, beautiful and big, just like him.
Slowly, he caressed himself before you, his cock poised directly in front of your face, temptingly close.
"Spit." Kyle commanded, his hand extended in front of your face, positioned just beneath your waiting mouth.
Without hesitation, you complied with his request, gathering saliva in your mouth before lolling out your tongue, allowing it to messily fall into his hand.
"That's my obedient girl." He praised, whilst using the same hand that collected your saliva to stroke himself once again. With each firm stroke, his member glistened, now coated in the slickness that you provided.
''Open your mouth, sweetheart. Unless you'd like for me to force it open?'' He questioned as as he began to leisurely drag the tip of his throbbing cock along your wet lips before gently prodding them.
You savored the bittersweet tang of the precum that glistened on the head, the taste a delicious blend of saltiness and sweetness that made you want more. And so you complied without hesitation, parting your lips and extending your tongue, its wet, pink surface waiting for his touch.
''Suck.''
His voice took on a rough, commanding tone, without any hint of playfulness as his hips bucked towards your lips, seeking the warmth of your mouth.
Without hesitation, your mouth opened eagerly, welcoming his head as it entered, filling your senses with the taste and texture of him.
You hollowed your cheeks, creating suction as you enveloped him, relishing in the sensation of his hardness against your tongue. Taking your time, you swirled your tongue around the tip, exploring every ridge and contour, teasing him with the flickering motion.
You weren't going to give it to him easily. Or so you believed in that moment. Perhaps deep down, there lurked a streak of masochism within you.
And so, without warning, you executed a bold move, deftly slipping his length off your lips with a resounding pop, punctuating the act with a falsely innocent look.
"Oops." You smirked, meeting his half-shocked, half-annoyed expression with unwavering confidence despite your restricted position.
''Bold move, love.'' What he did next caught you off guard.
With a swift motion, he retrieved his hand from the back of your head and placed it under your jaw, the once gentle touch now transformed into a merciless grip as his fingers closed around your cheeks, applying pressure until you winced from the pain and forced your mouth to open.
Kyle wasted no time in reclaiming the wetness of your mouth, thrusting his length back inside with an assertiveness that seemed almost brutal. Not to you, though. That was how you liked it and he knew. Gentle and sweet as a partner, rough and dominant as a lover.
You hummed around him, the vibration serving as an affirmative response, granting him permission to take control. His other hand rose to join the first, folding over your head, firmly holding you in place as he lifted his hips and thrusted forward.
He closed his eyes, the long lashes brushing against his flushed cheeks as he breathed out a low, gravelly moan.
"Oh, fuck, yes- that's it. You're- you're taking me so fucking well." In contrast to his words growing increasingly visceral and obscene, Kyle looked strikingly beautiful and almost mad with his open jaw hung slightly agape as he struggled to catch his breath, each inhalation ragged and uneven.
Sensing his movement, you relaxed your jaw, allowing your tongue to flatten and just before he pushed deeper, you managed to draw in one last breath, bracing yourself for what was to come.
Then, his head bumped against the back of your throat, causing your eyes to sting with tears pooling at the corners as you coughed wetly around him. Foam and saliva spurted from the tight seal of your lips, a result of the sudden intrusion.
His relentless pace caused your throat to bulge, stretching to accommodate his girth, while your face contorted with the strain of his forceful thrusts.
The squelching of his cock drilling in and out of your mouth got louder and louder as your saliva wet his length, only making him fuck your mouth like it was nothing but a hole, with more intent as it got easier for him.
His fingers held onto both sides of your skull tightly, burying your nose into his pubic hair with every pulsation. Your jaw grew slack, your jowl hanging low as his girth forced your mouth open for his use. 
''Now what would that asshole think, hm?'' His breathing was erratic, his words garbled and he dislodged himself from you entirely this time.
His hand gripped around the base of his cock, coated heavily with pre-cum and your saliva. The force-grip on your face relaxed and you pulled your lips back together in relief.
And then he stuffed back himself into you, taking in the feeling of your reflexive bobs on his cock, of you gagging and salivating around his member. He drug your head off after a short time, then back in, finding his rhythm.
The fingers in your hair roughly pulled you against him as he held you firmly back in place, leaving you no choice but to breathe through your nose and try to relax your muscles further. ''Seeing you tied up like that, choking on my cock, fuck-''
It only took a few more hard, erratic thrusts before he reached the breaking point, his body tensing above you as he neared climax.
With each hard movement, his cock plunged deeper into your throat, driving past the point of resistance until it reached the depths of your being. In a surge of desperate release, he unleashed his hot thick cum so deep inside you, you didn't even get taste it.
Though your jaw felt like it was burning in flames, you immediately welcomed the relief as you could finally draw in a deep, satisfying breath. With a sigh, you leaned your head back against the headboard, allowing the coolness of the surface to soothe your overheated skin.
''You did so well baby, so fucking good for me.'' He cooed, the sweetness returning to his tone before he swiftly slid his knees from your upper body down to your waist, his movements unhurried as he took in the way you looked in that moment. A beautiful mess.
Whilst he positioned himself, he leaned forward, his forehead gently meeting yours for a brief moment and then closed the gap completely, his lips meeting yours in a soft, tender kiss.
''Now..'' Kyle whispered against your parted lips, a soft breath of warmth that set your skin on fire.
As his tongue delicately brushed against your bottom lip, his hands trailed upwards to caress your restrained arms as though he was taking away the ache just by touching them.
''Be a good girl and..'' As his lips made their way towards the upper half of your face, his voice was sinful against the delicate curve of your ear shell. With each caress, the tension in your muscles began to ease.
Finally, his hands came to rest against each of your wrists, the warmth of his touch a stark contrast to the cool metal of the handcuffs.
With a gentle yet purposeful movement, his fingers traced the outline of the restraints, teasing you by applying pressure for a second before stopping and repeating the same movement.
You watched in anticipation, biting hard on your bottom lip not to wince out loud as the tension in the air became heavy once more and then you finally heard the faint click of the restraints releasing.
The pain in your wrists began to fade away, relief washing over you as Kyle deftly removed the handcuffs. With each click of the lock releasing, a weight seemed to lift from your shoulders. You eagerly anticipated the opportunity to finally touch him, to feel his warmth against your skin and bring him close to you.
But before you could even extend your hands, Kyle's touch found its way to your waist and with a suddenness that pushed all air out your lungs, he maneuvered you around, positioning you so that your face was now directed towards the headboard. The abrupt shift in position left you disoriented, your gaze now fixated on the wooden surface before you.
''Kyle, what are you-''
Without warning, he once again secured the handcuffs around your wrists, immobilizing you completely. The metallic clink echoed in the room and his striking face disappeared from your sight, replaced by the blank expanse of the wall.
Though you couldn't see him, the subtle shifts in the mattress beneath you betrayed his movements as he lowered himself onto the bed. He positioned himself underneath you, his shoulders pressed firmly between your thighs, urging them to open wider.
Finally, you looked down, his face came into view, illuminated by the soft glow of the dimly lit room.
''Sit on my fucking face.''
(to be continued..:)
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gomzdrawfr · 1 year ago
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yeah im a super big fan of cod, those fishes are reely big!
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happy aprils fools yall
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