Valid Point That Everyone Thinks Miles Is Bigger , But I Think Lyle Is Bigger Because Of This Tail .

valid point that everyone thinks miles is bigger , but i think lyle is bigger because of this tail . lyle’s tail is thicker than miles’ so he has to be bigger , right ?

Yes! I totally agree! Miles might have it longer but Lyle definitely beats his girth, his tail proves that!

“use your words, love.”

but he’s shoving his fingers deeper into your mouth as he coos down at you, telling you how pretty you look going all stupid for him :(((

— JOHN PRICE

mean keegan ): orgasm denial, ruined orgasms, punishment, condescending keegan too <3 brat taming i guess???

he's so unbelievably mean. always edging you, denying your orgasm, or sometimes plain ruining them just for a little laugh. he talked in that slow, deep, condescending voice that makes your cheeks flush in humiliation. he goads you, sugar-coated words that sound sweet but are just filth. 

and you had enough one night, attempting to take control and give him a taste of his own medicine. the only problem was that keegan was unbreakable. 

"come on, you can do better than that, right?" he chuckles in your ear, arms folded beneath his head as he watches you slowly bounce on his cock, "you're not going to make me cum like this, you know."

you glare at him with teary eyes, making it much less threatening than you intended, "i'm not doing this to make you cum! i wanna cum."

he raises a brow at that. it should have been a red flag but you were too distracted by the way he prodded against your cervix when you sunk all the way down on him, wrapping him up in the tight heat of your cunt. 

"is that so?" he asked slowly, cocking his head to the side as he watched you. 

he had to admit, you were cute like this. your hands planted against his chest, fisting his shirt. you hadn't even bothered to strip him, simply fishing his cock from his pants and stuffing yourself full. you were completely naked and he was grateful for that because it meant he got to watch your pretty tits bounce as you eagerly fucked yourself on him. 

your arms trembled from supporting yourself and he could tell you were quickly tiring yourself out from the bouncing. but your moans were so sweet and the way your eyes rolled when you managed to hit a particularly pleasurable spot was enough for him to allow you to continue.

"you strugglin' there, sweetheart?" he chuckles, lopsided grin widening when you glare at him.

"sh-shut up," you snap, "c-can't concentrate with you running your stupid mouth."

he chuckled again, much darker than before but you didn't notice. too preoccupied by your own wet cunt full of fat cock. 

you were cute but this little attitude you had wasn't. 

"you should watch it, darlin'" he warned, giving you a chance to change your attitude.

"shut up." you snapped again, this time moving to slap your hand over his mouth. 

he huffed, staring at you through his lashes. you worked your hips over him, bouncing on his cock eagerly. your thighs twitched as you moaned, whining as the pleasure grew and grew with each sloppy movement. 

you were so wet, dripping down his cock and leaving a creamy little ring around the base of him. he wanted to make a comment but your hand was over his mouth and he wasn't going to move it. he wanted you to make the smart decision and do it yourself before you regretted it. 

but you were lost in pleasure. your orgasm building and building. he could tell with the way your eyes rolled back and your pussy pulsed and clenched in that familiar way. 

he counted down in his head. 

3...2...1...

just as the orgasm you worked so hard for began to wash over you, he had you pinned against the bed, a hand around your throat to keep you in place. he pulled his cock from the tight clutch of your cunt, watching as you thrashed and wailed in agony as your orgasm faded, washing through you with absolutely none of the pleasure. ruined. 

keegan simply stared down at you with cold indifference as little tears trickled down your cheeks. you glared up at him, hands slapping his shoulders and chest in frustration. 

"i told you to watch it," he explained, cocking his head as you tearfully stared up at him in defeat, "i tried to be nice, baby, but you had to push it."

"keegan..." you whined in despair, sinking into the pillows.

"i know, baby," he cooed, that irritatingly conscending tone making its appearance, "but i had to teach you a lesson." 

"i'm sorry..." you tried pathetically, "i'll be good, kee."

he huffed through his nose, "too late for that, baby," he reached up to wipe a stray tear away from your cheek, "here's what's going to happen. i'm gonna fuck you. i'm going to cum and fill you up. you're not going to cum at all and if you do i'm gonna ruin it like i just did. understood?"

your soft features dissolve into sniffly little tears as you shake your head and babble, trying to convince him to let you cum, to make you cum. but a firm glare from him and squeeze to your throat has you agreeing with a pathetic sniffle. 

"good," he sighs, slowly pressing his cock back inside your sticky, pliant little cunt, "maybe if you apologize for being such a brat, i'll think about letting you cum once tomorrow. so be sweet and tell me how sorry you are, darlin'."

IM DOIN BREATHING EXERCISES FR BRO

YAYYY

i couldnt control myself

Please tell me you're going to write "help me" pt.2 cuz it can't be end just like that 😭😭😭 i feel like they need closure (maybe I'm the one who need closure)

IDKKK i think i’m gonna leave it like that 😭

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ❝ A DIFFERENT NAME. ❞

…what they (endearingly) call you.

FEATURING: simon “ghost” riley, john “soap” mactavish, keegan p russ

WARNINGS: suggestive + mild nsfw. mild. also implied fem!reader for keegan’s part

NOTE/S: i love keegan so fucking much i want to plant my face between his legs and mash my face into his lap

★ SIMON “GHOST” RILEY.

✦ For a while, nothing. The progression is your callsign, to your last name, and then to your first name, and then it kind of stops there, because that’s a lot.

✦ At some point, probably when you two are casually working together — not on the field but just back at base, maybe you’re doing chores or something of the like — maybe he’s feeling a little sappy, or maybe he’s just a little tired, but either way, he’s not gatekeeping his words. He’s not watching himself.

✦ You pass him a mug of tea, and he takes it with a grunt and “thanks, love.”

✦ Absolute fucking silence.

✦ He stumbles into a short apology, and you almost fall over yourself trying to tell him that it’s okay and actually it’s really endearing and you really like being called that. He actually argues against you, cites safety as one of the reasons that he can’t call you that and get used to calling you that — and then, at some point, he runs out of rebuttals and all that’s left is the fact that you want him to keep calling you that.

✦ It takes him a long time to get comfortable with it, but over time, “love” becomes his new nickname of choice for you. At some point, he seems to say it more than he addresses you by your actual name. In public, he doesn’t usually call for you by name, and if he does, it’s your last name or maybe your first name. In private, he eventually almost solely refers to you as love. He also does it excessively. “G’morning, love. You tired, love? That one’s yours, love.” Et cetera.

★ JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH.

✦ Because he’s the way he is, chances are you’re being called by a nickname more than you’re being called by your name. And not necessarily, like, lovey-dovey ones.

✦ He’ll call you by your callsign on missions, right? And then you get back to base afterward and you’re both still sweaty and gross and he’ll come over and clap you on the back and go “that’s how it’s fuckin’ done, sugartits!” and you get to respond in kind by calling him whatever stupid nickname you can think of. “Dickweed” makes him laugh.

✦ At some point in the relationship, though, you guys don’t just fuck around 24/7. To be clear, the stupid nicknames are always going to stick around and the entire base knows that the two of you seem to be in a headlock over who can come up with the worse one, but as time goes on, there are genuine sweet ones thrown in.

✦ “Baby” is his favorite. Horrendously basic considering that he mashes words up for the most abhorrent nicknames he can make up, but he seems to like the simple shortness of it. It slips off of his tongue so nicely and it seems like, while his stupid nicknames make him laugh, “baby” makes him smile like an idiot.

✦ He’s most prone to using it in private (it’s deliciously low and gravelly when he’s got his eyes lidded and mouth curved into a wicked smirk and he’s knelt so casually between your legs) or in public. Especially if it’s a night where everyone is training or gaming. Any sort of situation in which you can beat someone else, he’s calling you by it. “Get ‘im, baby!” “Fuck ‘im up, baby.” Things like that. If/when you win in sparring matches or poker or whatever the fuck else, he’s very prone to celebrating on your behalf and referring to you as “my fuckin’ baby/girl/boy”.

★ KEEGAN P RUSS.

✦ this man could call me whatever the fuck he wants and i’d go weak in the knees. he could call me shitbrains in that sexy fucking voice of his and id be like yes yes shitbrains is me that’s me can I choke on your dick sir can i gargle your balls can i

✦ He really likes to call you by your last name. He makes a point out of using it as much as he can. If you have a callsign, he usually disregards it and just continues to call you by your last name. If you ask him about it, he’ll play dumb. and he’ll be biting back a smirk and then you’ll get on your knees and suck him off cause why haven’t you started doing that already

✦ Eventually, though, he might feel inclined to tease you. He’s obviously not opposed to doing the dirty work for the Ghosts — he’ll climb through sewers, stake out in muddy creeks, et cetera. If you make a comment about those environments to him, he’s prone to laughing at you and then, god damn the man, he’ll tease. “Not good enough for you, princess?”

✦ You sort of freeze up. He notices your hesitation and briefly thinks it’s because he’s possibly incurred a friendly fight but no, it’s because of that fucking name. Keegan’s blessed with the ability to fluster you very easily and so him calling you fucking princess has you sort of stumbling over yourself.

✦ He tortures you with it. Tortures you. He calls you princess or doll (because both make you sound little and weak, and he loves trying to get under your skin) when there are other people almost within earshot. He knows they can’t hear him — he’s insanely perceptive. You don’t know that, though, and so when you’re gearing up for a mission and he stoops down on his walk by and tells you that “you got a smudge on your cheek, princess”, he almost cackles upon your eyes going wide and your response being to immediately scold him for it. He’ll keep it coolly professional on public comms, but he’s tormenting you with it when you’re face-to-face or on a channel exclusive to the two of you.

✦ He tortures you with it in the best way. He does. Because he’s calling you princess while you two are working and he’s calling you princess when he’s looking to get a rise out of you but he’s also calling you princess when he’s got you bound so expertly in his private barracks and he’s also calling you princess when you’re straddling him in the driver’s seat of one of the repossessed armored cars and—

✦ LORD