I Promise That I Am Working On The Country Au Guys Im Just Genuinely Getting Thundercunted Through The

I promise that I am working on the country au guys I’m just genuinely getting thundercunted through the end of the semester by my teachers. I deadass have a whole British literature PowerPoint to present tommorrow about Geoffrey Chaucer, a root canal on Friday, family plans over the weekend, and then a whole Spanish oral final with these intense questions and a 1 year thorough budget project due on Monday. The budget project includes me having to plan for taxes, car payments, rent, like no money spared it all has to go somewhere. But yk after that I’m home free for a winter break with my man and my family, and I’ll dig into writing. Besos guys 🩷

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hey guys so to everyone looking at that crimson peak post where I mentioned an Eiffel Tower, first of all, I hope you’re 18+ and second of all an Eiffel Tower is when three people really love eachother so much that they…

Oh my god BAEEEEEEEEEEE THORRRRRRRRRRRRRR. HOLY SHIT. I just had a root canal but I’m gonna need some screws bc my jaw is ON. THE. FLOOR. WOW.

Gaz dosent know what he likes to see more in your pussy. His cock, his fingers, his tongue or your favorite vibrator 🫠

bloody shame ; kyle garrick

warnings/tags: fem american reader, smut smut smut, best friends to lovers, obsessive best friend gaz, squirting, overstimulation. italics = fantasies.

word count: 3.2k

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Kyle’s palms stung as his calloused skin rubbed against the metal pull-up bar. He huffed as he pulled himself up, holding himself up for a few moments before slowly lowering himself down.

Pull up, hold, lower down. Up and down. Up and down. Again and again, working his way through his long set of pull-ups. Once he hit his last pull-up, he let himself land on his feet with a gentle thud.

He was walking over to the bench press station when he heard the doors to the gym push open. He looked at the reflection on the mirrored walls in front of him to see you and Soap walk in, both dressed in standard training gear.

His chocolate brown eyes automatically trailed up and down your figure, drinking in every detail and feature. He loved how that compression shirt perfectly hugged your curves and accentuated your breasts, all while showing off your muscles. He loved how your leggings hugged your waist and how the fabric smoothed over your legs like butter.

All Gaz could think of when he saw you wearing those leggings that hugged you perfectly, is how he wanted to grab you by your hips and bend you over. He wanted to hear your little shocked yelp as he pulls you against him, gripping you by your plump curves. He could imagine your eyes widen just a fraction as you look back at him, your eyes peering up at him through your lashes. He wanted to yank your leggings down your waist, revealing your white thong and your soft skin that he ached to grab and squeeze. He wanted to palm your soft flesh with his calloused hands, before bringing his hand down in a spank, letting the skin become sore under his touch.

He wanted to grind himself up against your clothed cunt, feeling you all warm up against his dick. He wanted to pull your panties to the side, ridding you of that flimsy fabric and revealing your already soaked pussy. He wanted to let the head of his cock graze your lips, teasing you with the smallest bit of contact. He could just imagine you whine and wiggle back against his cock, begging for more.

“So desperate, doll. Love seein’ you like this, all wet for me.”

“Please, Gaz,” He could imagine you whining, looking back at him. “Please touch me.”

He was brought out of his fantasies by Soap’s incredulous voice hitting his ears.

“So yer’ tellin’ me, it’s common in the states for ladies to fake it?” He overheard Soap ask, his Scottish voice filtering through Gaz’s headphones that had paused after a song.

Gaz’s brows furrowed as he picked up a dumbbell in each hand, ears perked up as he unintentionally eavesdropped on your conversation with Soap.

What in the hell.

He watched as you failed to stifle a laugh, hinting at your own surprise at the subject. Or at least, your surprise at Soap’s nonchalance on the matter.

“Past the TMI stage, are we?” You joke.

Kyle started lifting the dumbbells, alternating between arms and grunting with each lift up. He couldn’t help but look at the two of you through the mirrors reflection in front of him, curious as to where the conversation was going.

How the hell did the two of you get to that topic?

He watched as Soap brought his thermos up to his mouth, taking a swig of water and you standing next to him, sanitizing the machine you were about to use.

Kyle saw you laugh a bit, almost humorlessly, as you looked up at Soap through your lashes.

“You have no idea.” You shoot back with a roll of your eyes, moving to sit on the machine.

At the tone of your voice, Kyle made a noise of indignation deep in his throat. You sounded way too familiar with the subject of faking an orgasm.

“Speaking from experience, aye?” He heard Soap quip, only half serious as he didn’t expect you to take the bait.

No, you couldn’t have possibly faked your—

“Again, you have no idea.”

Gaz’s eyes widened.

No way. Kyle’s arms falter from pure surprise as he lifts the weights.

He saw Soap cough on his water, just as taken aback as Gaz was by your insinuation.

“What, don’t tell me you’ve had to fake it?” Johnny asks.

Gaz’s brown eyes dart right back to you.

“Okay, I won’t tell you that.” You have a sarcastic quip, uncapping your thermos.

No fucking way.

(….)

That’s how you ended up here.

In Gaz’s quarters, in his bed.

With your knees pushed up against your chest and his cock buried inside your cunt. Your head thrown back against his pillows and his face buried in your neck, mouth already marking you up.

“Fuck,” He grunts against your skin, leaving wet open mouthed kisses as he spoke. The sound of his hips slapping against your skin mixed with the sound of your moans.

He couldn’t help himself as he drank in your squirming form trapped beneath him, all sweaty and on display for him. He commits every detail to memory. Every mark and scar and curve that decorated your body, every inch that he had been so desperate to see for so long. Now, he was finally seeing it. And he couldn’t get enough.

He couldn’t get enough of how your brows knit together and your eyes scrunched shut because you were so overtaken by the raw pleasure. When your mouth wasn’t hanging open and letting whines fall out, you were biting your bottom lip in an effort to muffle your noises of desperation.

When he notices you trying to silence yourself, he angles his hips to hit that spot just right and brings one hand down to rub at your swollen clit. That’s a fool proof way to get you choking on a sharp cry of pleasure.

He couldn’t get enough of your breasts bouncing with every thrust, your nipples just aching to be sucked on and tweaked.

He couldn’t get enough of how your legs spasm and twitch as he thrusts into you, your muscles unable to control themselves as they contract. No matter how much you squirm though, he just holds your legs steady — with a firm grip right in the crook of your knees. His soft yet calloused hands squeezing the supple flesh of your leg, his thumbs tracing small circles on your skin.

He couldn’t get enough of how fucking wet you were, how wet noises filled the room while he rutted into you. He couldn’t get enough of how you were squeezing him so fucking tight, so fucking warm.

He just couldn’t get enough of you.

“Oh my god,” You moan, feeling that knot in your stomach wind tighter and tighter with every thrust of his hips. You couldn’t fucking believe it. Not even a full round into it with your best friend, your Gaz, and you were already closer to the edge than you ever were with any of your exes.

Even using a toy didn’t feel this good.

“Can’t believe you didn’t come to me for help.” Gaz mutters into your ear, angling his hips at a new, cruel angle. One that had you choking on air, your hands working to clutch him impossibly closer as his breath fanned hot against your skin.

“Gaz, fuck—,” Your cries of pleasure would be cut off by a moan as his mouth latched onto your nipple. His tongue lapping across the sensitive bud and moaning around it, the vibrations only adding to the pleasure.

“Bet that feels good, huh? Better than any of those other blokes you fooled around with? Yeah, that’s right.”

Moans and whines echoed throughout his room as his hips thrust inside your warmth, your face contorted in pleasure and your hands clutching at his broad back to ground you in reality. Your nails dug into his skin, dragging and leaving stripes across his back.

“You know where I am, doll. Coulda fixed this problem a long time ago.” He all but growled into your ear, feeling you squeeze around him so fucking warm and tight and perfect.

“Hm? Why didn’t you just come to me? Why didn’t you get your best friend to help you?” He asks, as if he wasn’t forcing an orgasm out of you right now. As if you could respond in any capacity.

He glances over at your blissed out face and his lips break out into a smirk.

“Please, please,” you whine, not even knowing what you were begging for.

“Oh, yeah? Feels that good, huh?” He croons in your ear, his pace never slowing as he thrusts inside your soaking pussy. Brown eyes burning into your face as moans poured from your lips and tears streaked down your cheeks. “Poor baby. Can’t even fuckin’ talk.”

Every second he was buried in your cunt and filling you so deep inside, you felt yourself grow closer to the edge. Your toes curled and your legs twitched as they were pushed up against your chest.

“But I asked you a question, love. And I expect an answer. Why didn’t you come to me?” Gaz grounds out, punctuating each word of his question with a hard thrust. Soaking up every whimper and whine and moan you let out.

When you still didn’t give him a sufficient answer, besides your mindless babbling, Kyle grips your jaw and forces you to look at him. Your eyes shoot open, all wide and glossy as you have no choice but to hold his gaze while he fucks you. “Hmm?” His eyes boring into yours, savoring your teary eyed fucked out expression as you willed yourself to form a coherent response.

“I didn’t— fuck,” You cut yourself off with a moan, “I didn’t think that was an option. I didn’t think you liked me—”

Your explanation was cut off by him closing the short distance between you and crashing his lips down to yours. Your eyes widened but you quickly melted into him as the head of his cock kept hitting that spot that made your toes curl. He swallowed any moans and whines as he forced his tongue inside your mouth, tasting you so wholly and completely. The kiss was messy and passionate, full of unspoken feelings and building tension that had finally come to a breaking point.

With each whine and moan that Gaz pulled from you, he smirked against your lips. Those noises only pushed him to make you cum even faster.

“You have no. Fuckin’. Idea.” He all but growls against your mouth, nipping your lip as his hips thrust cruelly with every emphasized word. “No fuckin’ clue how much I like you. How much I love you.” Your brows knit together at his muttered words, so taken aback by his confession that you were half convinced you had imagined it. That you had conjured it up amongst the fog that filled your head.

“But I’ll make sure you know.” Was all he murmured against your lips, eyes flitting open to drink you in. He sneaks the hand that was holding your jaw, all the way down your stomach and between your legs. His fingers quickly find their place on the swollen bundle of nerves that was your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud furiously as he kept thrusting. He could feel the itch of his curls brush up against his hand and your juices drenching the hair and creating a seal around the base of his cock.

He found himself rushing toward his own orgasm right as yours crashed over you, letting out a guttural curse as he came inside you, his cock spurting ropes of cum into your warm cunt. He watched your face contort in even deeper pleasure as you felt his warmth flood your pussy, mixing with your own juices.

It didn’t take long at all for you to cry out into Kyle’s mouth, feeling him grin against your lips. He pushes past his own sensitivity and grinds hard into your cunt, his fingers still rubbing your clit as you squirt all over his cock, squeezing him for all he was worth.

“There you go. Just like that.”

(….)

He was far from finished at showing you how much pleasure you’ve been missing out on.

Only a mere few minutes had passed since you came around his cock before he had moved down your body and found his home between your legs once more.

Your heart was pounding as you came down from your high, your chest heaving and your eyelids weighing heavy. Your mind was fuzzy and clouded, and your cunt was throbbing and pulsing.

Your legs were shaking, feeling so sensitive and boneless — so when you felt his gentle hands prying your thighs apart, your legs jolted. Your breath hitched and your eyes shot open to see Gaz’s head buried between your slick covered thighs.

You could already feel his breath fanning your sensitive pussy. “Such a pretty fuckin’ pussy.”

As soon as you felt his hands grab your hips and pull you down his bed, you scrambled to get away from his mouth. Your cunt was still throbbing and your legs were still weak, making it almost pointless to squirm away from his touch. Your legs that felt like jelly were no match for his strong grip, his arms full with corded muscle built from years of training.

“Kyle,” You whine, eyes glossy as you look down at him, “ ‘M so sensitive.”

His eyes crinkle at the edges as he grins, looking up at you from between your legs. His arms snake around your thighs, keeping you anchored for him and leaving your cunt on display.

Just how he likes it.

He looks up at you through his lashes while he bites at your thigh, savoring the gasp that falls from your lips. Then he sucks that bit of soft, warm skin into his mouth, forming a suction in favor of a future hickey.

“Oh, I know, baby.” He croons, voice sickly sweet, brown eyes peering up at you as he hikes your legs over his shoulders. You yelp as he pulls you impossibly close to his waiting mouth. Your hands find purchase in the sheets below you, fisting the fabric in an effort to ground you in reality.

“But you’ve never had anyone eat this pussy like you deserve, huh? I just know you haven’t.” He lowers his face down to your dripping cunt, the juices of your cum mixing with his. “Such a shame, doll. Bloody shame… for this pretty pussy to go neglected. To not be absolutely worshipped.” He traces your slippery folds with two gentle fingers, spreading your juices up and down your slit, before using those fingers to part your folds and revealing your cunt all spread out and ready for him. You gasp with every touch and trace of his delicate fingers.

“So that’s what I’m gonna do. That’s exactly what I’m gonna do.” Is all he said before diving into your soaked pussy.

He was messy and unabashed, with no care for how loud he was as he tasted every inch of you. He took his sweet fucking time devouring you, kissing along your folds and licking wet stripes along your slit.

“Gaz, oh my god-,” You cry out, throwing your head back against his pillow. Your hips jerking and bucking up against his mouth involuntarily.

He smiles against your cunt as he hears you moan and cry over and over, writhing in his hold from how sensitive you were. He licks a wide stripe up and down your pussy, savoring your juices and cum as if it were his last meal.

“Fuck, you taste so fuckin’ perfect.” He groaned into your cunt, his voice sending vibrations into your core and making you moan even louder.

He didn’t leave his fingers out, though.

The entire time his tongue was licking up your juices, his fingers were playing with your pussy. Starting out slow, dipping those same two fingers inside and letting the pads of his fingers gather your juices. Pushing them in and feeling around your velvet walls, feeling you squeeze around his fingers so damn tight — as if his cock wasn’t buried in your cunt only a few minutes prior.

“So fucking tight. Almost pushing’ me out, love.” He groans into your pussy, before finally dipping his tongue into your entrance.

“Kyle, fuck-,” You cry out, feeling him tongue fuck you while he pumped his fingers in your slippery cunt. Your hips bucked and twitched, making him grip your hips even tighter, grounding you against his face.

His fingers quickened as he heard your moans grow high pitched, knowing you were growing closer and closer with every passing moment.

“Mmm-hmm, that’s it.” He moans into your cunt, delving his tongue even deeper. He curled his tongue and hummed into your heat, almost even growling.

He curled his fingers inside you, enjoying the way you squirmed and jolted from all the sensations. Your legs wriggled on his shoulders, moving on their own accord as his mouth kept working in tandem with his fingers.

“Please, please, please!” You babbled mindlessly, tears stinging at your eyes and your lips sore from being bitten between your teeth too many times.

He smirked against your cunt, one last tactic popping in his head to push you over the edge.

All while pumping and curling his fingers, he used his free hand to reach into his nightstand drawer. He felt silicone beneath his fingertips before swiftly pulling it out, revealing a sleek vibrator. It was small, only about three inches long and matte black.

He clicked the toy on and felt it vibrate it in his hand, excitement flooding his veins as he imagined you jumping from the sudden vibration against your cunt.

With one more glance up at your fucked out face, he pressed the vibrating toy against your throbbing clit.

“Kyle, oh fuck!” You all but screamed, utterly overwhelmed by the mix of sensations. You were drowning in pleasure and ecstasy as his tongue lapped at your wetness and dipped into your cunt, while his fingers pumped into you at a furious pace. To top it all off, an intense wave of vibrations suddenly washed over you.

You didn’t know where the hell it came from, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Not when you couldn’t even feel your face. Not when you couldn’t even tell which way was up and which way was down.

Not when your best friend was busy making you cum over and over. Not when your best friend was making you feel better than any other man ever could.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You wail, feeling that knot burst deep in your stomach as you squeeze tight, pulsing over and over. You squirt all over his fingers and tongue, absolutely drenching his chin and his palm in your juices. Your slick coated the vibrator as he held it against your cunt.

“There you go.” He purred, fingers working you through your orgasm.

“Bet you wish you would have come to me sooner, doll.”

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cupcakes, sunglasses, pink sands, starbursts, pinky promises, flower crowns, ice cream. your essence is pink: you are vibrant and ambitious, an untrimmed flower. your energy is consuming; it wraps others up into your enthusiasm and influence. your gift is seeing things for how they truly are and shifting yourself to be the star of any situation. you are the pioneer. you are their envy. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of magenta, rose, wine, and orchid, who share your fluid social skills. you are also drawn to the even-tempered souls grey and brown, who will help you grow and learn how to ground yourself. however, you may struggle to get along with the questioning personalities of green and yellow who are too linear in their thinking.

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what colour is your aura

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ORCHID

blooming flowers, butterflies, sunsets, text messages, hair dye, auroras, neon lights. your essence is orchid: you are the brightest smile and strongest heart. you inspire those around you; unconsciously, you exist for their purpose, not your own. continue to seek the limelight though do not lie just for their applause. you are the host. you are the performer. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of lavender, amethyst, pink, and purple, who share your boldness. you are also drawn to the practical wine and chiffon, who will help you grow and let you take things one step at a time. however, you may struggle to get along with the analytical personalities of chartreuse and honey who don't get swept up in your ambitions.

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reading as much fanfic and background lore posts about COD men and calling it research for my country au bc I’m new to the fandom