Too many ideas, too little time

Stray dog 💀🧼

Sweetie pie Kyle who holds you so closely and seems to have such perfect control over his weight and hands, never too much or too rough. Gaz who knows exactly how much weight it takes before the human skull cracks and squishes beneath a boot- exactly how hard to stomp.

Gentle, always able to keep his cool no matter the situation. Kyle who can keep rolling his hips even as he whines and sighs through another one of your orgasms. Gaz who won’t stop until every man in the room is dead but him, a relentless quick shot who follows orders like a perfect soldier- instant, reliable.

Ohhhhhh Kyle who kisses your cheeks and rumbles out that scratchy little chuckle when you whine against him, sooooo soft.

Mm competency kink.. idk man he also just looks like he smells good as fuck. Like Soap looks like he uses Axe body spray, Ghost looks like he stinks like shit and Gaz looks like he has the most insane naturally delicious ass musk that you could lick off.

Kyle Garrick call me, the kids miss you

Ghost loves how reliable an no-nonsense Gaz is. He never has to worry about him, knows in the core of himself that the objective will be met, that Gaz will always make it back to extraction.

See, you'd asked Simon to stop smoking after reading that it would damage his sperm. Trying for a baby apparently meant he needed to give up his vice.

But you were his missus, and he'd learned a long time ago—don't fucking argue with the missus.

Already by day three Simon was buying multiple packs of gum a day. Grumbling around base and the house. But he wouldn't take it out on you, never on you.

Your tits? Different story.

Simon had been sucking on your tits for almost an hour, switching between your now swollen and spit slick nipples. Yes, it felt fantastic—but Jesus Christ what was his obsession tonight?

"Simon." You murmur, tugging at his hair to pull him up. "You're usually inside me by now."

Simon grumbled, licking his lips. "You had me quit smokin' my fucking mouth needs to be doin' somethin'"

After that confession, Simon was always on you.

He comes home from work, and he pushes your shirt up while you read some book on the couch. His mouth immediately locking around your nipple. The tension built throughout the day leaving his body.

He'd suck on your tits of a morning instead of going for his usual smoke. Though you point out that he spends a lot longer on your nipples than he ever did his cigarettes.

You can't even take your shirt off around him without Simon pawing at your tits and sucking on you for at least five minutes before you finally batt him off to go cook dinner.

After a long weekend though, you went to work with sore tits. Your coworkers getting excited after hearing you'd been trying for a baby and now you were adjusting your bra all day.

Simon only chuckled when you complained to him that afternoon, letting you frustratedly throw your bra at him. "Just tell them that your husbands helping you practice for when you're actually breastfeeding."

He then had to dodge your heel at that comment.

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doing anything but showering

“there’s no picture.” “never.”

Some gaz doodles!!

He doesn't eat in the mess unless he cooked the food himself in secret, after everyone is gone. Maybe he made an agreement with kitchen staff so he can even use everything there.

He doesn't accept snacks or meals from anyone unless he trusts them (and he rarely truly trusts someone enough).