#Kyle garrick

[shadow4-1]

I'm just imagining being annoying as fuck and the boys decide to fuck with you back.

So they take turns throwing you around to each other. Like, at first you're squealing and flailing but eventually you realize they're not going to drop you and you just kind of give in to their strange punishment.

And, of course, Price chooses to walk into the rec room at that very moment. He just watches over his coffee cup as you're tossed around from Sergeant to Lieutenant to Sergeant.

He turns and leaves. He doesn't have time for this.

[deunmiu-dessie-sideblog]

gaz is the type of man who keeps eye contact with you when you're talking, he makes sure you know that he's hanging on to every word you're saying as if it were scripture; he makes you feel like the most important person in the room. gaz is the type of man who silences his phone when it rings, telling you to continue what you are saying, that you're more important than a call. gaz is the type of man who doesn't just passively nod and agree with you; no he asks questions, gives advice, and is genuinely invested in what you're talking about. gaz is the type of man who in his presence, makes it known that you are the center of his universe.

[gothghostiie]

Snuggle pile with Poly141 X Reader. Just a fucking mound of buff military guys and their collective favorite person all cozy and sleeping on top of each other. Simon has a death grip on you bye

mmmm snuggle pile after a hard mission, price is at the very bottom. he wants all his babys snuggled up nice to him, arms wrapped around all of you.

soap is in the middle, right on top of price, he needs the attention and hes a petite little fucker teehee

gaz is left to price, burying his face into prices chest while playing with Soaps mohawk, his other arm snaked underneath prices neck so he can play with Ghosts hair

ghost lies on prices right, rubbing Gaz's side while keeping soap trapped under his arm

last but not least you - sprawled out over all of them. snuggling like a baby.

[ghouljams]

If I may,

For your regency AU, does Gaz get to meet and or hold bug before they get married? When does he learn that he has a baby? Does Birdie recognize him? ((What's her moms reaction when they learn that bugs his kid))

Please and thank you! I have so many questions!

Kyle treats you like he's known you for years, he talks about you like he knows everything about you and as of yet you've had no reason to stop him. It's hard to say you recognize him or don't, you spent so much of your time with him with your face buried against his neck, with his face obscured by your cunt, or with your eyes shut tight against the pleasure he sent coursing through you. The only real remnant of the man that took your virginity nearly two years ago is your child, and it's hard to say you recognize a baby's face in Kyle's.

But he gathers you in his arms and kisses you, and it feels like something you've forgotten. His warmth beckons you home, itches at a memory that's had you with your hand between your legs more nights than you care to admit. He's determined to marry you, and though you like him more than any of the other suitors that have tried to claim the same prize you value your freedom far more. You've been wracking your brain for reasons to reject his proposal and he's countered each and every one. You're running out of options. You decide to take a page out of your friend's book; if you can't convince a man with your words, you'll do it with your actions.

"I have a child." You tell Sergeant Garrick over tea. You mother nearly spits. Sergeant Garrick only pauses, his cup raised, his lips just grazing the edge of the china. He lowers the cup back to its saucer and takes a deep steadying breath.

"What she means-" your mother starts, already trying to spin your sin to something less wonderful than it is. She's cut off quickly.

"May I meet them?" Sergeant Garrick asks, his hands folded neatly in his lap. Your mother's neck nearly breaks with how quickly she turns to look at him. You blink in surprise. He raises a brow, holds your gaze, calls your bluff. "Unless they're not here."

You settle your cup down, watch the soft sway of tea against the floral pattern. You can feel your mother staring at you, daring you to make another move that will doom you to spinster-hood. "Of course," You smile, brushing your gloved hands against the front of your dress as you stand. Sergeant Garrick stands as well, and offers his hand to guide you around the table as your mother balks. He holds your fingers tight as you lead him to meet your baby.

Despite your mother's insistence, the town's supposed value on reputation, and whatever other forces may be, you love your baby. You'd wager they're the sweetest thing that's ever graced the earth. A little angel from heaven, all smiles and coos. You push the nursery door open and hold your finger to your lips to keep the good sergeant quiet. He looks as serious as death following after you, his brows drawn together as you lift your sleeping infant from their crib.

You kiss their sweet little head, and sweep the little curls from their forehead so Kyle can get a better look at their face. He steps closer, his hand sliding around your waist to rest against your back. The movement surprises you, he must sense as much the way his thumb rub soothingly against your skirt. He raises his other hand, brushes his fingers over the baby's cheek, as gentle as a spring breeze. Something softens in his expression, and he pulls his hand from your back to reach for the baby.

"May I?" He asks, his voice low. There's no insistence to it, no malice, only a soft imploring tone that makes you shift your grip so he can take them from you. Your baby settles easily in Kyle's arms, and he's quick to tuck their swaddle more tightly around them. "Beautiful," He whispers.

You suck in a breath, unaware you'd been holding it, and reach to take them back. Something nervous and fluttery in your stomach urging you to get your baby back where you know they're safe. Kyle catches your hand and tugs you sharply, catching you against his chest. You push against him and his grip tightens around your shoulders.

"Sergeant-"

"I should have married you when I had the chance," Kyle tells you, leaving no room for discussion in his tone, "I'm not going to make that mistake again."

[call-of-duty-incorrect-quotes]

Soap: How would you guys like to die?

Ghost: On the battlefield, covered in the blood of my enemies.

Gaz: I don’t know. But hopefully, it will be quick and painless.

Rudy: I’d like to die doing something meaningful for the people I love and care about.

Alejandro: I don’t care how I die, as long as I’m fighting for what we believe.

Price: Soap… Why are you writing these down?

Soap: I’m looking for ideas.

[witchthewriter]

Hello ! Do you write for the men of COD ? If yes, can I request a random relationship headcanons for Price please ?

Yes I write for the COD men; I've got a few things already published. Here's a mini masterlist:

Call of Duty Soulmate Quiz

Random Relationship Headcanons w/ the COD men (including Price)

Gaz Character Profile

The Task Force & Their HOTD Dragons

The COD men as Character Archetypes

Text Stories w/ Husband Price

More COD text stories

Text Stories w/ Husband Soap | 2 |

Text Stories w/ Boyfriend Konig | 2 |

Text Stories w/ Husband Simon

Random Relationship Headcanons w/ the COD men (Simon and Konig)

[shadow0-1]

[Overcoming challenges]

[blingblong55]

...chewsdays -141

reader trying to flirt with the 141 men

R/N: so...are you guys from around?

Gaz:...

Soap: what?

Ghost:...

Price: ...

R/N: don't you hate tuesdays– *fatass Graves falls from the ceiling and on top of reader after trying to sneak into their base*

[luasworks]

i just know one of the 141 guys sucks mad titties

don’t hate the player (me) hate the game (my thoughts)

[homicidal-slvt]

{COD Incorrect Quotes}

-

Y/N, calmly standing still: *Breathes*

Y/N: *Violently gags and makes a weird ass noise, a piece of a spaghetti noodle hits the floor*

Gaz, confused: What are you doing?

Y/N, beginning to laugh: Oh my god I just- I was just standing there and choked on a noodle.

Gaz: Wait- what???

Y/N: You didn't realize I was choking?!?

Gaz: You make weird sounds all the time!

*Both begin to wheeze and cackle*

-

Y/N, stepping out a door but kind of just sliding down the front of the step instead, stumbling: Ow.

Price, turning around: You okay? What did you do?

Y/N, laughing: ... I uh. It's hard to explain.

Price: ....?

Y/N: I kind of forgot how to use my feet for a second.

Price, now also laughing: What..?

-

Ghost: What are you doing?

Soap, leaning on a door: Gravity tried to kill me but I won.

Ghost: ....

-

{All of these are from conversations I've had with my mom. You're welcome.}

[shadow4-1]

I'm just imagining having a normal, regular boyfriend that you love very much, and yet the 141 looks for any excuse to get you to leave him.

And eventually...you do.

Like, your boyfriend might not be the tallest or the buffest of anything like that, but he's sweet. He's a computer nerd just like you and he takes extra special care of your feelings. He's not super macho, but that's okay. You feel safe and loved in his presence.

But of course the 141 can't see that. They only see what your boyfriend lacks. He's scrawny, can't protect you, he's probably sleeping with a bunch of people while you're on deployment. How could he love you when he's a civilian who has no idea what you're going through?

At first their sly comments piss you off. How dare they talk about your bf like that? But as time goes on you just roll your eyes and shrug. They just don't get it.

It isn't until one day Price decides to have a sit down meeting with you. He pulls out pictures of your boyfriend spending time with a mutual friend of yours. You don't think much of it until the photos start getting more domestic. The last photo is of them cuddling on a couch at a house party. You refuse to believe what you're seeing but...you have to face the facts.

It hurts, but you trust Price's judgement.

They boys take care of everything for you. They pack up your stuff from your shared apartment and move you into a new one close to the base. They can tell you're torn up about it, so they spend more one on one time with you. They take you to the bookstore and the movies, and fill whatever time you would've spent with your boyfriend.

It isn't until months later, when you've forgotten your now ex's name, do you think that maybe everything had gone a little too smoothly.

But it's also hard to think about any of it when your "new boyfriend" might as well be the entire 141.

[clementine-thedestroyer]

Kinktober Day 29/30: Piss + humiliation - Gaz x reader

Tags/warnings: Fem!reader, fingering, no piss drinking, only wetting yourself. Humiliation, praise, fingering, being called princess, love, baby, and good girl.

No, what are you talking about. It’s not April, it’s October 30th.

Basically, Gaz helps you through your first time trying this kind of thing out with him when you can’t let go on your own.

“Come on baby, I know you can do it for me.” Gaz coos, holding your head up with a hand on each side of your temple and his fingers threaded through the roots of your hair, keeping you looking up at him.

You sob, squirming, wanting nothing more than to look away and hide your face. Your cheeks feel hotter than the sun with need and humiliation and fat, ugly tears streak your face- all while Gaz looks down at you with a sweet look of condescending adoration.

Even through your clothes, the tile of the shower floor feels uncomfortably cold against your legs as you sit with your knees spread to the sides.

You have to pee, you have to pee so, so bad. You couldn’t stop squirming at this point- bouncing and wiggling and doing anything you could to distract yourself from the raging pressure of your bladder.

You’d been holding it all day- trying to delay this exact situation, but eventually Gaz had gotten fed up, dragging you to the two of you’s shower and telling you that you weren’t getting up off the tile until you’d gone for him.

“I-I can’t!” You say, more tears slipping out of your eyes.

Gaz frowns, stroking at your tear-stained cheek with his thumb.

“Yes you can. Come on baby, just let go for me. You’ll feel so much better after you do, I promise.”

You let out another sob. The skin around your stomach feels too tight, your bladder feels like it’s about to burst, but the shame at the idea of wetting yourself- no matter how much you knew Gaz and you both loved and agreed to this scene- was too much, so you just squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head.

“What’s with the crocodile tears, love?” Gaz asks, kneeling down to your level and squishing your cheeks together to make you look back at him.

“I can’t do it!” You cry, words muffled by Gaz’s squishing of your face. You’d tried to- you really had, to just go. But you couldn't, you couldn’t force yourself to let go in front of Gaz.

Gaz smirks, taking one of his hands down to push at your distended lower belly, right at your bladder.

“I think you can.” He says, only smiling wider when you yelp and jerk your hips away from him. “Do you need some help, princess?”

You crumple, sniffling back snot as you duck your head and nod.

Gaz grins, getting on his knees on the edge of the shower and scooting you back so you were backed up against the wall so you couldn’t squirm away before gently starting to press on your bladder. You instinctively try to jerk your hips away again, eyes widening and face flaming as you feel a trickle of piss start to escape you.

Gaz grins knowingly, rubbing at your clit with his other hand and- oh, oh that does it. Your body lets go as your hips stutter and jerk into his hand. The burning humiliation proves too much, your chest is wracked with sobs as warm piss soaks into your bottoms and down the shower drain and a pang of arousal shoots through you.

Immediately, Gaz is there, cooing soft praises as he holds you close against him and continues to rub your clit, cooing soft praises into your ear as he rubs your back and lets you sob into his shoulder.

“Good girl, good girl. Did so good for me, didn’t you? Just needed a little help to let go- that’s alright, it’s okay, precious.” He says, holding you tight even as piss continues to pour out of you, even soaking into his own pants somewhat too.

To your horror, your holding of your piss seems to come back to bite you, as even after your stream starts to dwindle, piss continues to dribble out of you for at least half a minute after you feel done.

Throughout it all, Gaz continues to sooth you, praising and loving on you and continuing to rub at your clit until your sobs and sniffles turn into moans and whimpers.

His hand finds its way lower, not carrying about the piss soaked fabric clinging to your skin and slipping his fingers between your folds easily with how slick they are from your own arousal.

Gaz laughs softly at the discovery of how utterly soaked you are, kissing you softly before having you look up at him.

“Aw, did my poor girl make a mess of herself?” He teases, and you can’t help but moan desperately and nod, clutching at him as you move your hips and practically ride his fingers.

“That’s okay love, I’ll take care of you.” He says, mouthing a kiss at the side of your neck as he fucks you with his fingers, cooing and praising you when you come with a sob from just the two digits.

“Good girl,” He says, smiling at you lovingly, all traces of the earlier condescension gone. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” He finishes before turning on the shower, pressing a final loving kiss to your lips before starting to get the two of you cleaned up.

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

[baohanhanesel]

I think as a fandom we lack Gaz and Ghost content...

Barely getting out alive, my favourite trope! 🤭

[ghouljams]

Ranger Danger; It's only stalking if they can't see you.

NCR Ranger!Gaz follows his favorite Courier.

Most people out in the Mojave know better than to fuck with couriers. Everyone wants the mail, and no one wants to get blacklisted. You were hired because you were a good shot, and unafraid of the various perils that traversing the wasteland brings. Which is to say: You don't need an escort.

You've tried explaining it to Gaz, tried to make him understand it, but he insists on following you through your route. He's not bad company, but it makes folks nervous having a ranger watching them hand you packages. Honestly if he weren't so easy on the eyes you might have tried harder to lose him. As it stands you just manage to convince him to wait outside of eyesight while you do business. Recently he's started trying a different approach.

"All the way to New California," You clarify with a raised brow.

"All the way doll," Gaz grins, "Easiest package you'll have to deliver, I even defend myself."

You eye him with suspicion. It's a long way to go, an even longer way back. You suppose you could pick up some packages along the way... You shake your head. "Can't afford it," you tell him.

"I can pay," He reminds you, "got plenty of money."

"NCR bills," You click your tongue, "not worth the paper they're printed on."

"Good with my hands," He tries, "better with my mouth."

"Yeah, you're a real smooth talker," you roll your eyes, "Don't need a mechanic, and as previously mentioned I'm takin' care of myself just fine." You pat the pistol at your hip fondly, well oiled and ready for action. Gaz hums, there's something in his eyes that says he wants to correct you, wants to rebuke your assertion, or perhaps clarify his own. He holds his tongue.

He's good company, but not company you're willing to risk your hide over. You've never had anyone watching your back, and to be honest it can be a little unnerving at times. Knowing Gaz is stationed somewhere far off with a rifle trained on you while you pass off bullets to a raider camp doesn't stop your skin from crawling. Like you said, most folks know better than to try and stop the mail from running. Even the raiders that eye you a little too appreciatively, and open doors wider for others to give you the same once over. It's the warning shot that startles you more than the swift smack to your ass when you turn to leave. You're quick to scurry off before the raiders decide that was your idea.

Gaz finds you miles down the road and hours later. His boots are bloody. You don't ask.

His hands are clean, at least, when you hand him a gecko kabob from the fire. You sleep better that night with him on watch, and the distant knowledge that any ill will those raiders may have had is dead. It's good you're such a deeper sleeper with Gaz around. You don't know the pride it inspires, the deep seated warmth in his chest to see the gentle rise and fall of your breathing, to hold his hand by your lips and feel the soft puff.

Maybe it's a little strange, but when you're asleep is the only time he can truly speak freely. The only time he can lean back and palm his cock to the pretty picture you make. He likes looking at your face when he does it, likes to imagine what you'd do if you woke up and saw him. You have to be the densest person in the Mojave not to notice he's got you on a short leash.

He would have you on your back screaming his name. He'd have you drooling in the dirt. He'd have your sweet pussy dripping with his come every time you made a delivery. Maybe having his spend rolling down your thighs would stop you from getting ogled every time you knocked on a raider's door.

"Fuck you 'til you forgot your name," Gaz grunts, "don't need to love me to come on my cock." But it would be better if you did.

[call-of-duty-incorrect-quotes]

Soap: Have you ever wondered about how an author would describe you in a novel?

Price: “He walks with the confidence of a man who knows he's doing the right thing.”

Gaz: “His laughter was like thunder. A hot thunder.”

Ghost: “And then there’s this asshole...”

[femalefemur]

The Illusion of Freedom: Epilogue

part one | part two | part three

It was early morning, the sun still rising in the sky and casting rays of pink and orange against the clouds. You were at the market behind the small bakery stall that you helped run, smiling at customers as they looked between the different cakes, pastries and breads, trying to decide which one they desired more. You greatly enjoyed your job as a baker’s apprentice, you liked being able to create with your hands, the feeling of dough beneath your palms and flour against your skin a comforting feeling. It also brought you joy to see your hard work enjoyed and bringing people happiness, it made you content to know you were filling their bellies.

“There you are, bonnie, little lamb” a voice pulled you out of your wandering thoughts.

Bright blue eyes and sharp teeth stared back at you as you found the owner of the voice amongst the patrons of your stall. His hair was unusual but kempt, slicked back slightly to keep strays from flying about and his voice was smooth and had a lilt that you couldn’t place.

“Sorry, have we met?” You smiled politely at the man while handing another customer their change for the pie they had purchased.

“In another life” he replied as he watched you carefully, three other men appearing beside him out of seemingly thin air.