I Don't Know How This Happened....

Thinking about lovers sharing a group chat,

Not the love triangle bullshit of "noo they can't find out about each other" but the-

Sharing photos at the most inappropriate times.

Starting as a joke, something small and dumb.

Just a picture of you shirtless one of them took, or sharing the lewds you each took. It was quicker this way. Everyone could see it, so there was no need to forward anything or have the risk of sharing it with the wrong person.

Until you were stuck in some or another meeting, it wasn't mandatory to attend, but you were practically threatened to stay by your higher up. When your phone silently buzzes in your pocket.

Welcoming the destraction and swiping on the message, not thinking much about who sent it. You practically choke when it loads on your screen.

It was your lovers. One tattooed hand holding the throat of your boyfriend, his eyes glazed over with lust and your other boyfriend looming over him, both equally naked. The next, this beautiful picture of your lovers pierced dick disappearing into the other. The same string of tattoos holding him in place with a firm grip. Then when they saw you were actually looking at it... well, they didn't stop at just two.

And that wasn't the last time.

But it was when you got involved.

Sharing quickies in a bathroom or nudes from earlier in the day. Even the more... intense things.

See, you quickly learned that your tattooed lover had a thing for being filmed. That his eyes would wonder to the camera just to roll back in his skull. Putting on even more of a show so he could proudly share just how good he made either of you feel later.

And fuck if it didn't work.

I remember so many people who head cannon (even in mlp, those wing boners) that any kind of avian character will flutter or flap their wings during sex.

That being said,

Having Gaz stretched out under you, his cock uselessly hanging down between his thighs as you trace his spine just to watch his wings unfurl in this steady stretch.

Watching those muscles tremble between his shoulders as tremors rock through his wings, those feathers practically shivering with every movement of your fingers buried so deep into him he swears your already rearranging his guts.

His back bent and ass up, giving room for his wings to spread out as you work him open. Those quiet moans getting louder as your free hand starts to gently thread through the feathers, this burning feeling consuming his gut.

When he's spilling over the sheets, those wings are splattered out in a way he can't remember doing. Listening to the quiet snickering behind him as you now lean down to whisper,

"So pretty all displayed out under me,"

It's almost funny how sensitive those down feathers of his are,

"Didnt even need to fuck you, your desperate enough for my fingers to do the trick."

Keep thinking about how price is not the jealous type doesn’t have a streak of possessiveness in him, when asked about he just says he has plenty of trust for his partner and besides he’s way too old to get jealous but then he meets you who’s always referring to price as “my John”, always got an arm around his waist or a hand glued to his hip or playing with the hair at the nape of his neck while resting an arm around him, when out and about you’re never afraid to show affection or be close to him always taking a drag of his cigar while it’s still in between his middle and index finger, always giving him a quick peck and commenting on the taste lingering on his lips “was that black coffee?” You’d say with your face pulled into a frown or letting out a contented hum when tasting the sweet treat he just had, and he realizes that it’s nice to feel like you belong to someone especially when you leave your finger prints onto his hips or hickies all over his body or taking him from behind while he’s wearing nothing but a shirt with your last name printed onto it, or finishing all over the shirt and have him use it as a gag when he fails to quiet down while you’re fucking him into the mattress:/

Can't stop thinking about Ghost saying

"Bark for me boy"

so that's now cannon.

Cant stop thinking about the COD men interaction with a K-9 unit reader who copies their K-9 partners noises.

Everything from growling with the hound to whining or even having dog like mannerisms you know?

<if anyone want to write this while my slow ass is still typing, please go for it!!!!>

Surgery took over 2 hours....

I am in pain.

Well, turns out the pain I'm in isn't normal...

I'm going into theater today. So they can check if it is what we think it is.

Well, turns out the pain I'm in isn't normal...

I'm going into theater today. So they can check if it is what we think it is.

When I'm done with the K-9 unit reader x various COD men I might post each x reader separately as most of them are around 700 ish words. This is more do I can organize the shit or post it to my AO3 account.

Just for those who now follow me and will see the spam post of it.

Ok, part one done of the K-9 reader x COD men.

Now part two!!!

I'm not even gonna fix the grammar on that... hung over me has fun ideas.

And yes, hung over me did start writing and yes. Even I can't read it. Being dyslexic and drunk doesn't make for the best ease of reading.

May or may not be hung over thinking about a feline könig.....

Fuck it.

Km gonna write it.

Don't mic alcohol kids, never drink clear liquor, then drink after cloudy. Don't dink more than one kind of alcohol. Stick to what you started with, with water between.

Prob the only reason I'm conscious today.

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