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10 Kisses He Gave You | Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x Reader

a/n: hi this was the SWEETEST thing i’ve ever read (i hate graves) but the prompt is so cute. here’s the inspo: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8Fr8EQN/ . credits to them for the idea!

warnings: slight nsfw!

summary: 10 kisses gaz gave you as he fell in love with you.

1. A kiss on your fingertip

One of the earlier dates, you had given yourself a paper cut on a menu. You winced a little, Gaz instantly took your hand in his own; no blood left the wound, just a little cut, and he moved it to his lips.

“Now you’ll be just fine.”

2. A kiss to your wrist

He complimented your bracelet, which made you laugh. It was the little bracelet he had purchased for you that night, he brought your intertwined hands up and placed his lips against your pulse with a gentle smile.

3. A kiss to your temple

His arms around you, your body perfectly snuggled on top of his. The couch was too small for the both of you, but he didn’t care. He’d stay awake all night to keep you laying on top of him, warm and content. He pulled the blanket up closer to your neck, pressing a kiss to your temple as he listened to your breathing; convincing himself that you were real, that you were with him.

That he was truly smitten.

4. A kiss to your forehead

He was finally back. Shoes against the cobblestones in London, running up to your door and knocking so fast. You opened it, his arms were instantly around you - lips placing a chaste kiss to your forehead as you whispered, “You’re home.”

Gaz looked around the small house.

“I am home.”

5. A kiss to your hair

Even in his sleepy daze, even when you were mad at him, you were still curled into his chest. The venom both of you spat earlier could only reach so far in the superficial wounds, Gaz worked through what you said in his head. You wanted him around more, you hated that he didn’t trust you - which was a lie, he trusted you more than he dared to admit - and you hated that it seemed like every time he came close, he took seven steps back like a terrified animal.

He cried that night. Upset with himself for not thinking about what could hurt you, what will eventually hurt you. Why leaving without telling you was and is the worst decision he could make.

He kissed the top of your head, promising to tell you when he would leave. Promising to tell you his real feelings in the morning. A prayer that you would accept him.

6. A kiss to your lips

It was no surprise in your tearful rant that you blurted out that you loved him. You loved Kyle Garrick. You loved him so much that you couldn’t breathe, you loved him so much that the sunshine never seemed to be warm without him there with you, you loved him so much that your life was colorless without him.

He couldn’t describe how fast his heart was beating as he grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you towards him and crashing his lips against your own. He couldn’t explain how colorful the fireworks in his body were, all because of you.

7. A kiss to your sternum

A quiet night where you gently massaged his neck and shoulders as he laid on top of you, his head placed right on your chest where he could clearly hear your heart. He kissed your sternum before resting, allowing you to gently massage his scalp. He whispered something only the lights in your living room could hear.

“I love you.”

8. A kiss to your thigh

He’s a panting mess. Sweat dribbling down his chest, eyes only on your sweet face as he was kneeled in between your legs. Your hands gripped at the sheets, your feet resting on his bare back as you tried to gain composure.

He kissed your thigh before he spoke in a sultry tone,

“Don’t be shy now, love.”

9. A kiss to your stomach

He was hot, sweaty, and miserable with a cold. Yet, you were kind enough to allow him to lay on you, your hands gently rubbing his shoulders as he mumbled out a groan of pain. His arms wrapped around your waist, eyes closed as your simple existence made him feel a more comfortable. He didn’t even realize he kissed your stomach, you just laughed and said, “Sweet boy.”

10. A kiss to your cheek

With a heavy heart, he watched your crystal tears drop down your face. Your hands held his, your lips begging for him to stay safe. He could hear your heart begging for him to stay, as if you knew he would get hurt.

He kissed your cheek, whispering words that knew meant nothing to you. “I’ll be alright.”

It was like you could predict the future.

Even as he’s hauled away in a medevac, all he could think about was spending the rest of his life with you. That and maybe changing where he hid the ring.

#gaz be my boyfriend challenge

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Morning After Dark

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x fem!reader

["Morning After Dark" by Timbaland]

[18+]

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• summary - after a mission gone wrong, gaz is very happy to see you lol. • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 4k • warnings - fem!reader, heavy pining from gaz, sub!gaz? yeah, oral [f!receiving], unprotected piv, begging, praise, fingering, this man is in love with you, strong language, a bit of violence at the start?

decided to break the writers block by writing for GazFest - go check out @glitterypirateduck and read through the other works !!

enjoy the smut lol

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The entire mission was a complete and utter disaster.

You don't even know what really happened. One moment, you had split up from your task force to clear an enemy compound. The next, the building was collapsing around you.

You struggled to get out in time. Insurgents kept you busy, emptying their mags as you sprinted down the dark hallways, alarms blaring, lights flashing. You dodged bullets that flew hot past your head, the ceiling crumbling behind you and blocking the rest of the hallway.

Your legs were burning, lungs straining, heart hammering painfully against your ribcage. You could taste dust in the air, copper coating your tongue. Black particles flew around in the air in flurries, your vision becoming increasingly blurred.

You spluttered, squinting through the flashing lights and long shadows. As you ran down the hallway, you checked each passing doorway in search of your task force. You found nothing.

The compound rocked again, another explosion sending you off your feet. You flew forward, skidding along the dust-covered floor, the air being pushed from your lungs. You took a gasping breath, crawling back to your feet as the ceiling above you fell through. You scrambled out of the way just in time, a slab of concrete slamming into the ground with an ear-splitting thud.

"Oh my god..." You breathed, shuffling backwards. You pressed at your communication collar, trying to get through to anyone.

The only voice that filled your ears was your own as you called out for your comrades. Your comms were cut, buzzing with static.

You cursed, continuing down the hallway as the compound shook and shuddered around you. You could smell smoke now, the narrow hall filling with an acrid grey cloud that made your stomach churn.

You needed to get the hell out of there.

A surge of adrenaline taking hold of you, you kicked down the nearest door. It flew off it's hinges, and you ran inside. You swept the small room, finding it clear, before you rushed towards the window. As you ran towards it, you fired your gun, the bullets shattering the glass. Then, crystal fragments of the windowpane still falling like snowflakes, you leapt out the window just as flames began ripping down the hallway behind you.

You hit the grass and rolled, slicing your arms on the shards of glass. When you stopped rolling, you lay flat on your back and took several deep breaths.

But there was no time to lay down. With adrenaline still coursing hot through your veins, you got up and ran.

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You searched everywhere. For hours, you searched through the debris of nearby compounds, also returning to the one you escaped from, combing through the chunks of concrete and steel. You couldn't find any signs of your captain, lieutenant, or fellow sergeants anywhere, dead or alive. You weren't sure if that gave you hope or not.

After what seemed like an eternity, you decided to fall back from the area. You knew there was a safe house a few miles out, and you just hoped that some of your task force had made it there.

So you ran.

Usually, you would never have willingly ran that far. But your body was drunk on adrenaline, your heart pumping so fast you felt as though it'd explode out of your chest at any second. So, clutching your assault rifle, you sprinted as fast as you could continuously for several kilometres in pure darkness.

Once the adrenaline wore off, your body would be not be happy with you.

You reached the safe house in the early hours of the morning. It was still pitch black in the area surrounding the house– shadowed woodlands to one side, dark farmland to the other.

You could still taste smoke and blood in your mouth as you climbed up the front steps. Coughing, you stumbled inside, and was immediately met with a gun to your forehead.

"What the–?" You stuttered through a cough, the muzzle of a pistol pressed between your eyes.

Behind the gun, Gaz let out a loud, relieved sigh. "Sarge, oh my god." His sentence was full of disbelief and shock. He lowered his gun and took a good look at you, his eyes widening. "Oh my god..." He repeated, more relieved this time.

He wrapped his arms around you, crushing you to his chest. Your face was pushed between his pecs, and you didn't have the heart to tell him he was literally suffocating you.

"I was... oh my god, I was so worried about you," he said, letting you go and closing the front door. "You weren't answering comms, and I was scared–"

"My comms are fried," you grimaced, yanking your collar off. Meanwhile, you kicked off your shoes and put your gun down too. "Where're the others?"

Gaz nodded behind him. "Soap got hit, so he's resting in the back room. Ghost is with him. Price's asleep. I was meant to be on watch–"

Your mouth dropped open. "Is Soap okay? Let me–"

You went to move past Gaz, but he stopped you with a hand to your shoulder. "Hold on, sarge, he'll be asleep. You can see him in the morning."

You released a short breath, nodding. Gaz smiled sympathetically, squeezing your shoulder. He continued to hold your shoulder as his eyes scanned your face.

You turned to him, frowning. "What?"

"You're a bit cut up," he whispered, bringing his other hand to your face. He pressed his thumb to a cut on your cheekbone, and you hissed in pain. He retracted his thumb. "Sorry. Let... let me clean you up."

"I'm fine." You yawned, shuffling away from him and sinking onto the couch. A cloud of dust lifted when you sunk down onto the cushions, making you sneeze.

"Bless you," Gaz said, appearing in front of you with a first aid kit. Where'd he get that? "And you're not fine, sarge. Just let me clean you up, eh?"

He situated himself beside you, opening the kit and producing some antiseptic wipes. You peered at him suspiciously as he tore the packaging open and held the small white cloth towards your face.

You jerked away. "Do you even know what you're doing?"

He smiled. "Not really."

He pressed the wipe to the cut on your cheekbone and you hissed out again, cursing beneath your breath at the sting. The pain was sharp, but his touch was gentle– one hand holding your face while the other wiped the dirt and dried blood away from the wound.

"You're not supposed to use antiseptic wipes on cuts, Gaz." You mumbled as he pulled the wipe away, your skin tingling.

Gaz tossed the wipe aside. "Why didn't you bloody tell me that?"

"Forgot," you told him. "And, hey, don't blame me! You've been in the military longer. Haven't you learnt this already?"

Gaz was now fishing some saline solution from the first aid kit. He uncapped the small bottle, then proceeded to flush the wound. The solution was cold on your cheek, and you shivered when a droplet rolled down your jaw and neck.

"Probably," Gaz said, a small smile cracking across his face. "But I wasn't really paying attention."

With his thumb, he smeared the small streams of saline across your cheek, inspecting the wound. He put the bottle back in the kit, producing a small plaster and tearing off the plastic backing. Carefully, he stuck it over the wound on your cheek, his other hand still cupping the side of your face.

Gaz's eyes fell across the rest of your face, darting between your features. His expression was soft as he held your face, his thumb rubbing along the edge of the sticking plaster. Dark eyes trailed the shape of your face through the semi-darkness, and you could feel the warmth of his hands against your cheeks.

Your heart was pumping, remnants of adrenaline lingering in your veins.

"Is this why you weren't paying attention during your med training?" You joked with a coy smile. "Got distracted?"

His eyes fell to your mouth briefly, before darting back up to your eyes. His brows furrowed slightly, giving him an expression of puppy-like confusion. "What?"

You laughed lightly. "Nevermind."

You could visibly see his heart rate pick up by the way his breathing quickened and the way his pupils began to slowly expand. You couldn't help but feel warm with the way he was looking at you, the way he was cradling your face like you were made of porcelain. You imagined you looked a mess with blood and dust across your face, sweaty and frazzled from your sprint through the forest.

But the way he was looking at you... your stomach was fluttering.

"Gaz..." You whispered, and his mouth dropped open a fraction, a breathy whine escaping. That surprised you, and you couldn't help but smirk at him. "What're you doing?"

He looked you in the eyes, whispering, "Sarge..."

"Yeah?"

"I really want to kiss you right now."

You almost choked on your inhale. That caught you off guard.

"What?" You blinked.

"I really want to–"

"Okay, no, I heard you, I'm just–"

"Gaz, mate, have you–? Oh."

You and Gaz's heads snapped over to the hall leading to the bedrooms, Price strolling into the room and immediately pausing. You and Gaz jumped apart, with you smoothing your hands down your face in an attempt to refocus yourself. Gaz dropped his hands nervously into his lap.

Price raised a brow. "O...kay. Are you two alright?"

"Yep." You and Gaz both answered at the same time.

Price gave you both another skeptical look, before he was picking up his own assault rifle from a nearby table, fishing a cigar out of his trouser pocket.

"Right, I'm going on watch for an hour, so I'll be outside if you need me," he said slowly, inching towards the front door. "And... the side room's free if..." He stopped himself, shaking his head as he opened the door. He glanced back over his shoulder. "Just keep in mind that Soap and Ghost are asleep."

"Bloody hell, captain." Gaz grumbled as Price closed the front door behind him.

You couldn't help but laugh, Gaz's head dropping in embarrassment. You shuffled towards him, placing a hand on his knee, and his body responded immediately, jolting beneath your touch.

"Gaz?" You prompted softly.

He looked up, clearing his throat. "Hmm?"

"You can kiss me. It's okay."

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Gaz kissed you all the way down the shadowy hallway. He kissed you as he backed you into the side bedroom, closed the door and guided you back onto the bed. He kissed you as you whispered his name into his mouth over and over again as he pulled your dirty clothes from your body.

Everything about him was so warm. His lips against yours, his tongue in your mouth, warm and solid. The whispered whimpers he released into your mouth as your tongue met his were warm, too, heating your body up.

His hands burned a scorching path down your bare skin, smoothing down your sides, down your waist, circling your hips. His fingers pressed to the curve of your arse, forcing your hips up to grind against him. He was warm against your bare core, the material of his boxers damp with pre-cum.

When did he take his pants off?

You don't know. And you didn't care. You were focused on the way your body sweltered beneath his touch as he pulled and pushed the flesh of your arse and thighs like dough. The way he lifted your hips to press into his made you arch, your tits snagging against the tight compression shirt he had been wearing beneath his outer shirt.

Gaz finally pulled away from your mouth as you mewled, a string of saliva following and snapping as he sat back on his heels. His hands moved, massaging along your thighs and legs as his stare raked over your body. He let out a low moan, before he was ripping his shirt off and rolling down beside you. You gasped when he snatched your hips off the mattress, dragging you with surprising strength to sit you across his upper chest.

"Gaz?" You whispered down at him, and he moaned. You giggled, placing a hand to his mouth.

He could feel your bare cunt against the swell of his pectoral muscles, and he moaned into your hand again. You were throbbing against him, slick pooling against his burning skin.

"Ssmm-uhmmm-mmhmm."

You giggled again as he tried to speak into your palm. You tentatively lifted your hand. "What was that?"

"Sit on my face." He said a bit too loudly, and you were slapping your hand back across his mouth again.

"Gaz!" You scolded in a whisper-shout. "You have to be quiet."

His brow furrowed, before his hands were coming to grasp your arse cheeks again. He began grinding you against his chest, getting a full view of your face and tits directly above him. He moaned against your palm, eyes rolling as he felt your slit drag against him, warm and wet. Your mouth dropped open in a gasp, your swollen clit moving against the smooth mound of his muscle. The grip he had on your arse was vice-like, and you wondered whether you'd feel it in the morning.

Well, it was the morning.

Soft, orangey-pink hues filtered through the thin curtains, bathing you in the colours of the sunset. The pigments shimmered against your skin, making you look like an absolute dream. Gaz clearly agreed, because he moaned beneath your palm again, eyelids sinking low.

He continued to grind you against him, listening to the soft pants falling from your lips. You opened your eyes and looked down at him, finally moving your hand. Instead, you placed your fingers around his neck. You didn't squeeze, but the obvious pressure made Gaz whine out your name, hips bucking behind you.

"Sweetheart, please, fuck, please let me–" He grit his teeth as a moan bubbled up your throat, your core throbbing against his chest. "Please sit on my face. Please, baby, please, just let me... ah fuck, just let me taste you, please."

You shushed him gently, removing your hand from his throat. You smiled down at him, beginning to lift your hips so that you could move your hips over his face. But he beat you to it– hands against your arse, he pushed you forward so quickly you lost your balance and had to grab onto the headboard. He pulled your hips down, licking a stripe up your dripping slit before he was shoving his tongue into your hole, burying his face against you.

Now, he could be as loud as he wanted with his voice being lost inside you. He moaned against your folds, the vibrations making you keen. Gaz moaned again, his tongue pressing deeper inside you, in and out, in and out.

You bit your lip to stifle the sounds threatening to spill out. You were hyper-aware of Soap and Ghost sleeping across the hall. And your captain somewhere outside.

But Gaz couldn’t care less. He was whimpering and moaning as he tasted you, dragging his tongue through your folds until he found your clit. He circled it, before sucking it into his mouth.

Your thighs clamped around his head, and he felt his cock twitch in his boxers, pearls of pre-cum staining the fabric. Fuck, he was so hard.

One hand still on one of your arse cheeks, he moved one down to grab his cock out of his boxers. He fisted it, tongue stuttering against you. He was so sensitive, so needy for you. His pace resumed, and he dipped his tongue back into your throbbing hole, pairing the movements of his fist with his tongue.

"Gaz," you whispered down at him, waiting for him to look up at you before you continued. His dark eyes were glassy, pupils blown. He whimpered against your cunt when you flexed the muscles of your thighs, tightening around his head. "M'gonna come, Gaz." You whined, rocking your hips against his mouth.

"Please, please, please." He mumbled against you. You had no idea what he said, but he knew. He knew he was begging you to come in his mouth and he wasn't embarrassed to admit it.

You put a hand to your own mouth as you came, a moan falling from your lips and muffled against your palm. Your entire body shuddered as you came around Gaz's tongue, and he was disappointed he didn't get to hear you properly. He licked up your release, the loudest thing in the room being the sound of his lewd slurping.

It made your brain short-circuit as you came down from your high, and you managed to lift yourself away from his mouth. He tried to pull you back onto him, but you resisted, shakily climbing back down his body. He immediately sat up and chased you– slamming his mouth to yours and stuffing his tongue past your lips. You could taste yourself on him as you straddled him.

"Want you so bad, sweetheart," he said against you as he somehow managed to pull his boxers the rest of the way down his legs, tossing them across the room. "Need you. Come on, baby, please."

Gaz had one hand on your hip, the other around the base of his cock as he guided it up and down your slit. He collected your arousal against his sensitive tip, and he breathed out your name. You braced yourself with your hands against his shoulders as he clumsily knocked the weeping head of his cock against your hole.

"You have to be quiet, Gaz," you whispered into his ear, sucking a mark beneath the lobe. He whimpered, hips bucking, tip prodding at your sopping cunt. You smiled against his skin. "Can you be quiet for me?"

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck, yes, please." Gaz babbled quietly, squeezing your hips, circling the head of his cock against your hole.

You sat up, tits pressed flush with his chest.

"Kiss me." You whispered and he did. As he rushed upwards to place his mouth on yours, you sunk down onto his cock. He removed his hand, grabbing both of your hips, moaning your name into your mouth as you kissed him.

You took him all, and he whined the entire time you sunk down onto him. When you stilled, pelvis against his, clit pressed to the dark hair at the base, he whispered your name into your mouth and rubbed circles on your hips.

"You okay?" You asked, lips brushing his.

He had his eyes closed, panting. You lifted a hand to cup the back of his head, and he opened his eyes. When he saw your face, how pretty you looked, his head dropped back and he released a whiny moan. Your other hand was quick to slam over his mouth.

"Gaz," you whispered sternly. "You have to be quiet if you want to fuck me, okay? Can you do that?"

He nodded quickly, trying to rock his hips against you. The sensation made the both of you whimper. Even behind your palm, his sounds of pleasure were still louder than yours.

You slowly lifted your hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll be quiet, baby, I promise," he panted, slowly beginning to rock up into you. "Yeah, I'll be quiet, baby. I'll be good... fuck, I'll be good..."

He was muttering beneath his breath as his steady pace began, fucking up into you and nailing that perfect spot over and over again. You trapped a moan between your teeth, clutching at Gaz's shoulders as he fucked you. He watched you the entire time, eyes never leaving your face as his cock filled you. His cock making you feel so good.

The bed creaked lightly, the colours of the sunrise washing over the both of you as your bodies melded together. Gaz panted and whined beneath you, sucking kisses along the swell of your breasts and the curve of your neck and shoulders. You whispered his name, too, over and over again. The days extremities suddenly gone, the cuts on your face and arms suddenly painless.

All you could feel was Gaz.

He was doing so well.

And you wanted him to know it.

You looked down at him. Unsurprisingly, he was already gazing up at you, eyes misty and full of adoration.

"S'that feel good?" You whispered, bringing a hand down to stroke his face as he continued to thrust up into you. "Is this what you wanted? Yeah?"

Gaz nodded, humming his approval behind closed lips. If he opened them, he was scared he'd moan too loud. You were so warm and tight around him, so wet– sucking him in so well. It felt like you were made for him.

"Yeah?" You repeated again, cupping his cheek and pressing a kiss to his lips. It was over quickly, and he whined in the back of his throat.

"You're being so good," you whispered, meeting the thrusts of his hips and fucking yourself back down onto him. "You're such a good boy... being such a good boy for me, Kyle."

The government name.

His eyes rolled, and his mouth dropped open. He moaned your name loudly, before his words stretched out into breathy whimpers. His hips stilled, and you felt his cock twitch once, twice, before he was coming inside you. Your eyes widened as he filled you, string after string painting your insides hot. He whimpered through it, face now buried between your tits, hips rocking desperately as he rode out his premature high.

"Gaz..." You whispered, continuing to rock yourself against him. You were full of him, his cock semi-hard inside you, but you were so, so close.

"Fuck, m'sorry," he uttered into your skin. "M'sorry, baby, I didn't mean–"

"It's okay, Gaz, it's okay," you reassured him. "You did so well, it's okay. Just– ah, fuck, m'so close–"

With a groan, he pulled out of you and sat you back on his lap. He took two of his fingers and eased them back into your cunt. He plugged his cum back inside you, thrusting his fingers deep, curling against your walls.

It was your turn to moan loudly, and Gaz had to stifle the sound with his mouth. He kissed you as he added another finger. Three of his digits moved in and out of you, wet sounds echoing around the room, mixing with your breathless pants as you struggled to maintain a kiss.

"Come on, sweetheart, come on." He whispered against your mouth. Your orgasm built quickly in the base of your tummy, and you felt your thighs begin to shake, your cunt fluttering around his fingers.

"Kyle." You whimpered, and Gaz felt himself beginning to harden again.

"Come for me, baby, please." He whispered, and your body listened straight away.

You came around his fingers, walls clamping around him. You managed to keep your moan lodged in your throat– the only thing escaping being a whisper of his name. Your entire body trembled as you fizzled down from your high, and you slumped against Gaz with a content sigh. He caught you, lowering the both of you back into the mattress, removing his fingers from your cunt.

You stuck them all in his mouth, and you whined, slapping him lightly on the chest as he hummed around them.

"So good." He murmured, and you tapped his chest again.

"You're impossible." You mumbled tiredly.

He grinned. "Thank you."

"Oh my god–"

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An hour or so later, the task force regrouped in the living room, gearing up for the evac. Gaz helped you fasten your tac-vest to your torso, running his fingers along your waist as he did so. You couldn't help but smile at him, and he winked. You could still feel him inside you.

Across the room, Price cleared his throat. "Alright, you lot, let's get moving."

Soap laughed from beside Ghost near the front door. "And don't worry, you two, we'll walk slow. Since, you know, you didn't manage to get much rest."

Gaz's eyes widened. "Well, wait–"

Your mouth dropped open. "Soap, you fucking–"

The Scotsman laughed again.

You and Gaz clearly weren't quiet enough.

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#sub gaz is everything ive ever wanted #good boy gaz :D #aaaaaaah

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*pussy suddenly starts throbbing* what is it girl?? what do you see???

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Call of Duty: Modern Warfare // Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II

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I unironically think he would own this shirt 👕

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call of duty + text post (I was bored )

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Please write a fic about price teaching an innocent reader to smoke for the first time and he like praising her and stuuuf omg im begging 🙏🏻😰😰

✧ i’m so fucking fucked for this man. what happened? who let this happen. someone has to be blamed who the FUCK was it. i’m supposed to be a simon girlie, who lives in a world of blackness and upset. there’s been a fucking mixup and malfunction. *sighs with hands on hips* request more of him.

i got him pregnant.

↳ no warnings | 700 wc | gn!reader

✧ anon, you were the straw that broke the camels back. this was typed in twenty minutes. it’s even edited for a lovely change, no i’m not trying to impress price. don’t all my readers look lovely today? *silence* no?

… never back down, never what?

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“No, that’s—“ He chuckled, sitting forward abruptly to adjust the cigar between your dainty fingers. “We’re not in 1920’s Hollywood. You can use your thumb.” His correction of the cigar between your two fingers was his first critique, now watching intently as you pulled the thick stick from your mouth to look at it.

“It’s so unnecessarily big.” Your words were accompanied by a raise of his brows and a small shrug, eyes pointedly focused on the lighter in your left hand. “Don’t ask me if I know how to light it.”

He sighed a long exhale, muscular arms crossed over his chest. “Do you?” The taunt in his voice was one that slapped you in the face, turning to him with a mere nod.

“It’s a fucking cigar, not a bomb.” You lit the end as one would a cigarette, pulling it back from your teeth to check it had caught. “Right?”

Price ran a hand through his hair, dropping it back down to scratch at his beard. “Listen,” He leaned forward, taking the lighter from your hand and holding the flame by the end in continuous slow circles. “Do it like this and it’ll be an even light.” He looked up at you, eyes darting down to your lips and back up. “Till those edges are blackened.”

“Why?”

“And,” He gently took it from your mouth, his own hand manually moving yours upward to meet the cigar. “Light it here, you don’t need it in your mouth.”

You do as instructed, looking up at him every so often for his nod of validation. “It’s a bit different from cigarettes then.” A mutter tumbled from your lips and Price hummed in agreement, his palms now splayed wide across his thighs after leaning back. “What if I fuck it up? Can’t you just do it.”

He shook his head, bringing a hand up to gesture to the flame you were neglecting by staring at him. “It’s just a cigar, not a bomb, remember.”

You held the light far from the end in similar small circles as to what he was demonstrating. Tongue poking out from your mouth in concentration, lifting the smoke ever so slightly to check each and every leaf was introduced to the light in preheat before closing the gap. “Why can’t I light it from my mouth.”

“You can.” He said softly. “But it takes away from the first inhale. It's just about patience, love.”

You were predictably already growing impatient, twirling it slowly for all of ten more seconds before lifting it to your boyfriend for inspection. “Maybe half a minute or so more,” His hand rubbed at your thigh, squeezing it gently before sitting forward.

“Yeah, that’s it.” He tilted his head. “Now blow on it, just… gently.” The way his voice almost fell to a coarse whisper sent a shiver down your spine, fighting the urge to glare at him for the unintentional innuendos. “And then a little more heat.”

You smile at the smoke tumbling from the bottom as a result, blowing lightly one more time.

“Good girl, that looks good. Really good.” He nodded, eyes dropped to the stick in now shared appreciation. “Alright, now you can take the first draw. It’ll be untainted, d’you know why?”

“No idea.” The words come off absent for you’re entirely zoned out, smoke dancing from the cigar and out of your mouth. Price chuckled, his hands clasped together between his legs, elbows leant on his knees through a wide manspread.

“Because, you didn’t light it from your mouth.” His eyes met yours, warm and inviting when you had passed the cigar back to him. “And after every two or so hits, you’ll just—“ He blew on the end, watching the smoke disperse. “Rid the smoke.”

“This is an art.” You say as he takes it between his teeth, a long draw sparking a bright orange light from the bottom.

“Mh-hm.” His mumble brought smoke out in small streams, the thickness of the cigar looking much less impressive between his fingers as opposed to yours. “And you did all the work.”

“For once.”

i um— i don’t have a taglist for price.

any and all cod characters taglist: @maladaptivedaydreamingbum @luvfromkat @hotgirlsshareaccounts @simpxinnie @bloobewy @lazybutsmexy @mistydeyes @dilfdotgov

i wasn’t able to tag @stateofcatonia @yoluvrz and @its-bichin-belle-bitches, i’ll shoot you a dm to help sort it out! (yoluvrz keeps tagging and untagging hmmh)

as always always, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! if no one pats me on the head every so often i’ll sit in a hole.

fucking hell i talk a lot.

#thats hot

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