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agentmarvel · 6 months
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Can we have headcanons of fem!reader wife x 141 guys and how they each handle her leaving for girl’s night out in a really skimpy dress?
I think they’d all have hilarious reactions.😂
Omg yesssss
NSFW under the cut
MDNI - 18+
♡ Price:
Oh lord, that man is NOT letting you out of the house.
"Where ya think you're going in that?"
gets a little pissy when you remind him you have one girls night a month, and you have every right to wear whatever you want
"Doesn't mean you have the right to show anyone else what's mine, love."
will physically block the door with his whole body, knowing you won't be able to move him unless he allows it
he isn't mad - no, quite the opposite! it's taking every ounce of his self-restraint not to rip that damn thing in half and have his way with you right there on the foyer floor
"John, move. I don't want to be late!" - "Shame... You should've thought about that before you put on something you know damn well I can't resist."
he thinks it's cute when you argue with him, but you both know this ends up with your front pressed up against the door, panties pulled to the side, and his cock buried to the hilt inside you
after he cums, he pulls your panties back into place and gives you a harsh swat on the ass, not caring that your make up is a little smudged or that your legs are jello while he's giving you that smug look he wears so well
"Enjoy your night out, Mrs. Price. Hurry home."
♡ Gaz:
he's on you before you even walk out of the bathroom after you finish your hair
wraps his arms around your waist, puts his chin on your shoulder, tells you how pretty you look
"This dress new? Haven't seen it on the floor before."
ohhhhh, he is so down bad for you, even after as long as you've been together
makes it a point to grab a quick selfie bc he knows it's a solid confidence booster, and he wants you to feel as beautiful as you look
it doesn't really cross his mind that anyone would try anything on you - you're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, and he knows who you'll come home to; he knows who's bed you'll be in tonight, who's name you'll be calling in the dark
he even helps you pick the right shoes, even though you know he picks his favorite pair in hopes of seeing you in just those when you get home
ever the gentleman, he walks you out to your car, reminds you to drive safe, call him if you have too much to drink, etc.
he does, however, make it a point to send you some downright raunchy texts and a photo of his more... physical reaction, just in case you needed some motivation to come home a little early
when you get home (early), he's still riled up; he's too impatient to wait for you to make it upstairs, much less to unzip your dress for you, so you end up riding him on the landing until he's too tongue-tied to keep telling you how hot you look
♡ Soap:
you're not making it out of the house. Period.
the SECOND Johnny lays eyes on you, it's over
he's grabby as hell, digging his fingers into any part of you that he can - squeezing your ass, your hips, your thighs, tits, tummy, anything - while he navigates you to the nearest surface
"Yer so fuckin' pretty, baby. Never seen something so fuckin' perfect in my god damn life."
it doesn't matter if you end up on the couch, the kitchen counter, in the back yard; he's eating your pussy like a death row prisoner's last meal until you're crying, trying to wrench his head away with the hair tangled in your fist
he has your dress bunched up around your waist, straps pulled down so he can play with your nipples, but uses the whole garment as leverage while he fucks you stupid
you should've known better than to put a t-bone in front of a starving dog and expect it not to bite
"Go ahead, bonnie; text your little friends, tell them you're not gonna make it, yeah?"
♡ Ghost:
"'course, love. Have fun, be careful, call me if you need a ride."
Simon isn't too worried initially; he knows there isn't going to be a single soul in that bar willing or able to face his wrath should anything untoward happen. but then he actually sees what you're wearing, and all bets are off
that's why he follows you, he tells himself, it has nothing to do with the insatiable urge to destroy your ability to walk tomorrow
nothing trumps your safety, in terms of his priorities. he's simply here to look out for his wife, right?
wrong. he spends the next hour and a half watching you from a darkened corner of the bar while his palms itch with a need to touch
opportunity knocks when you excuse yourself from the table, and he follows you into the restroom, slipping in before you have a chance to lock the door
you're not surprised to see him (duh, you know him better than just about anyone), but you are surprised to find yourself bent over the sink, looking Simon in the eye through his reflection. he's fucking you mercilessly, spewing absolute filth while he pulls your head back by your hair
"My perfect little whore, hmm? Waltzing around in that tiny dress, wearing my fuckin' ring, rubbin' it in everyone's faces that you only open those pretty legs for me."
he wants to cum on your face, but you pout about the possibility of it getting in your eye, or worse, on your dress, so he settles for letting you swallow it instead
his impulses return not much longer after you return to your table; instead, he texts you that he's ready to head out, and you are all too quick to oblige
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boowritess · 1 month
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gaz kisses start of slow. tender. soft. gentle.
but then there's a sublte shift.
where his lips are locking with yours and starting to move with purpose.
then it turns rough. heated. passionate.
steals your breath as he replaces it with his own.
then his hands. fucking lethal.
started off as a gentle hand on your back guiding you closer, a hand cupping your face...
then he's grabbing you, pressing you against him like you're going to runaway if he doesn't.
groping would be a gentle way of putting it.
he grabs what he can, squeezing and pressing you till you're perfectly aligned with his torso.
and don't even think about pulling away when he gets to this state. for starters you can't move because his arms and hands are locked around you.
if you try pull your head back- the motherfucker chases you.
addicted to your lips. your taste. to you.
just please- let him kiss you like this...
"just one more baby..." he hushes past swollen and wet lips, his gaze hooded locked on the way your lips match his. yours parted as soft pants leave you. "one more... please... pretty. can't get enough of ya'." his words slurred, drunk off of you.
only you could get him like this.
looking at you with pleading brown eyes.
though he's already leaning in before you can say anything else. capturing your lips with his again.
and again
till he's had his fill.
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a/n: birthday post to me xx
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groguspicklejar · 9 months
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saying the most unhinged shit in front of Gaz goes a little something like this (MDNI);
"Something about this dress screams 'make me a mother'."
All you hear is a sharp hiss from behind you and you giggle when his arms tighten. The phone in your hand releases a faint clicking noise as you smile at the mirror.
Kyle softly glares at you, catching your smug little grin.
"Love, you can't be saying shit like that out loud." he frowns, his eyes drifting to yours in the mirror. "Especially when I'm around because I will make you a mother, yeah?"
There is something about the way his gaze darkens that makes you rethink your life choices. When he's satisfied with your nervous expression, he kisses your cheek and winks before walking away to fix himself a snack.
The visceral need to restrain yourself from going after him is damn near palpable.
[Part Two] :)
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gloomwitchwrites · 3 months
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for your tf141 imagines and prompts
“would you still love me if i was a worm?”
especially if it would be them asking or their partner.
soap is totally the kind of guy to ask his so this.
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I've been giggling my ass off at this request (in the best way possible). I had so much fun writing quick little drabbles for each of them. Enjoy!
Find the Imagines & What If masterlist HERE
Content Warnings (MDNI): foul language, brief suggestive themes (on one)
ao3 // taglist // main masterlist // imagines & what if masterlist
John Price:
“John?”
John glances up from the morning paper. The two of you sit outside in the garden. The sky is gray and cloudy.
“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”
John blinks. Frowns. “Would I still love you if you were a worm?”
“That’s right,” you reply.
John places his steaming mug of tea on the table beside him. Then, he folds up the paper, placing it in his lap.
“We have three kids together.”
“I know. But—”
John shakes his head. “Of course I’d still love you. What kind of bloody fucking question is that?”
John "Soap" MacTavish:
“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”
You sit up and laugh, disbelief in your tone. “What did you just ask me?”
John shrugs and then grins sheepishly. “If I was a worm, would you still love me?”
“Asking the important questions,” you reply, shaking your head.
“Always.” He rolls onto his stomach and rests his cheek on his fist. “Humor me.”
“I’d keep you in a little jar of dirt. Carry you around everywhere. Give you tiny kisses,” you say.
John nods. “Good answer.” He fishes out his phone. “I’m gonna ask Simon the same thing.”
Simon "Ghost" Riley:
“Can I ask you something?”
“Always.”
You turn on your side, wiggling up to Simon’s side in the bed. He sits up with his back against the headboard. The silk sheets are tangled around his thighs, and he holds a pack of smokes in his hand.
“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”
Simon just stares.
“Would you—”
“I fucking heard you.” You watch him inhale. “A worm? A fucking worm?”
“Yes,” you say slowly.
“You fell apart on my tongue a bloody minute ago.”
“True.” You pause. “Does that mean—”
“Yes. Bloody fucking hell.”
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:
“You’re having a laugh.”
“Answer the question.”
Kyle smiles behind his mug of English tea. “No.”
“Kyle!”
He shrugs and takes a sip. You place your hands on your hips. “I require an answer.”
Laughing softly, Kyle places his tea down on the counter behind him. He leans back casually, crossing his arms. He’s not wearing a shirt.
“You want an answer?” he asks.
“Yes. I do,” you reply.
Kyle huffs, a mischievous grin forming on his face. “I’d give you to Captain Price as fish bait.”
You point at him, stifling your own rising laughter. “How fucking dare you.”
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gatorbites-imagines · 4 months
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Uhhh can I get uhhhh ftm!gaz with uhhmmmmm.....pussydrunk m!reader?
Maybs with a side of overstim please:))
Drunk on Gaz
Ftm Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x male reader
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I almost named this drabble Huffing Gaz. Also wrote this when I was sleep deprived.
Mixed terminology used for his bits.
A smirk was spread across Gaz’s lips as his hips rolled in almost sinful circular motions, his cunt gripping your cock in a tight wet grip, pulling and pushing in ways that had your eyes rolling and body tensing as you gripped tightly onto his hips. You could feel his wetness dripping down your length, down your balls, and soaking into the sheets under you, a shaky groan spilling from your lips as his movements came to a stop.
This had all started because Gaz had wanted to “reward you” for doing so well during training, claiming it was a superior’s job to reward and motivate those under them to meet the standards their superiors had for them. For the other soldiers under 141 and by extension Gaz, a night on the town or extra free time was enough, but apparently you had been doing extra well. Well enough that Gaz had called for you to stay back.
That was how you found yourself in current situation, military issue pants shucked down your thighs and shirt just pushed up enough for your superior to grope and squeeze your pecs, as he bounced on your cock as if he was made for the task.
Maybe it was because you hadn’t gotten laid since you joined the military, or maybe Gaz was simply just that good, but it felt like your brain was pooling out of your ears as his warm wet insides clenched around you, the feeling making you tremble and whimper.
Your bottom lip was bitten raw, as Gaz had teased you about being caught when you moaned a little too loudly when he first sat his cunt down on your cock, and as good as it felt to be balls deep in your superior, you couldn’t imagine what would happen if you were caught. Nothing would happen to Gaz, you were sure about that, but you? You could only imagine the asswhooping you’d get from the rest of 141. You had seen the hell Ghost put his group of trainees through, and there was no way you would ever survive that.
Your lip slipped from between your teeth as you could feel that familiar feeling shoot up your spine like electricity, a choked off groan bleeding into a whine leaving you as you look up at Gaz with begging eyes. Where did he want it? What were you gonna do?
As if he knew exactly what you were feeling, his grin only seemed to grow as Gaz leaned his hands on your chest, using his new leverage to put more weight into his hips, the slick wet noise of skin on skin spreading throughout the room even louder than before. “Common soldier, what are you waiting for?” he almost purred, seeming to take nothing but joy out of making you cum inside him.
Your muscles ached from how hard you were clenching them as your hips thrust up into him, bottoming out as bliss flooded through you, a rough moan rushing out from deep inside your chest. The noise you had let out was way too loud for your comfort, but you could barely focus as you shot thick spurts inside his wet gripping heat, your ears almost ringing, drooling gathering in your mouth and running down your chin.
But instead of stopping like you had hoped, Gaz straightened up, placed his hand behind him on your knee, and used this new angle to get you deeper inside. Any coherent thought you might have had quickly fizzled out as his pussy gripped you almost tighter than before, almost like he was milking you for all you were worth.
He might have laughed at the almost drunk expression on your face, pupils huge and with drool sloppily running down your chin, but there was no way to be sure. Instead, you were focused on the way pleasure mixed with pain as your length ached inside him, so sensitive from your orgasm, and those sinful rolls of his hips.
There was no way to be sure how much time he spent riding you, your thoughts escaping your grasp like sand between your fingers, the control you had over your moans and body splintering into tiny pieces. You felt drunk, or high, or maybe both, as Gaz stilled his movements, letting you thrust up into him from below, his eyes running all over your sweat-soaked body as your muscles burned and flexed as you almost mindlessly fucked into him.
You didn’t even know when you had started crying, only noticing the tears running down your face when Gaz reached down to almost lovingly wipe them away, his plush lips pressing against your gasping spit covered mouth in a poor attempt at a kiss.
He was taunting you in some way, teasing words leaving him as he rode you to completion until you burned and ached. He might have said something about how pussy drunk you had gotten, or how big your load was inside him, but you could barely feel your fingers, much less comprehend anything your superior was saying.
It was only after you were cumming dry that Gaz finally seemed to stumble over the edge on his own, his slick only joining the wet mess between his thighs and your lower body. Muffled praise met your ears as Gaz rubbed your chest and arms, his soft lips brushing softly against your face and neck, slowly bringing you back to earth.
Only after Gaz had gotten up, a trail of wait running down his inner thighs as he shuffled off to the bathroom, did you start to regain some semblance of self. Your mind was still swimming as he wiped you down, cleaning up your drool and tear covered face, as well as your sensitive and aching crotch, a pained whimper leaving you as you tried to twitch away from the touch.
Gaz held you until you were finally able to think on your own, a snicker leaving him as you stumble to your feet, knees almost giving out under you. Your superior leads you to the door, his hand resting on your lower back as if to support you as you stumble about like a drunk.
Before you leave, Gaz turns you around and presses an almost starved tongue filled kiss to your lips, making sure to get a good taste before he pulls back, that handsome hungry smirk on his lips again. “Keep up the good work soldier, and we might do this again” he says with a wink and a pat on the back, sending you on your way as you fumble back towards your room, feeling like a brand new man with a new determination to do even better in future training.
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ragingbookdragon · 2 months
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It was supposed to be a routine Friday Pizza and Movie Night but for some reason Gaz kept fidgeting the entire movie. At one point, she’d rested her ankles across his thigh like she usually did, and he shot up, asked her to pause the movie and practically ran into the bathroom, returning moments later with an excuse of, “Was about to explode, sorry,” and a lame and awfully nervous smile.
After returning to the movie, it only took him fidgeting twice before she paused it again, stood from the couch, walked to the light switch, and flipped it on; she turned back to him and crossed her arms over her chest with an expecting look on her face.
“Okay, you’ve got ants in your pants. What the hell is wrong with you tonight?”
Gaz reclined back on the sofa, rested an arm along the back and tried for his nonchalance but she also knew he did that when he was about to be blown. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m solid.”
“You can’t lie to me, asshole,” she retorted and walked over, standing in front of him. “Seriously, you’re acting really fucking weird. What’s wrong with you?”
He pulled his arm back, hands in between his knees and he shifted on the couch. “It’s nothing serious.”
“Seems pretty serious to me.” She sat down beside him and leaned enough to catch his eyes. “Kyle, talk to me. What’s going on?”
Her voice was so sympathetic, so worried and he couldn’t help but feel heat blister behind his eyes and he squeezed them shut, jaw tightening as he shook his head. “I can’t,” he whispered.
Her face contorted in worry and she gently prodded, “Kyle, I’ve only ever seen you like this a few times. I know something is wrong.”
His mouth started to open, then it snapped closed, repeating the process a few times.
“Kyle,” she stressed. “Talk to me.”
He lowered his head in shame, a mumble coming out and she shifted closer.
“What was that?”
Kyle swallowed thickly and repeated a tad louder, “I’m in love with you.”
She blinked, a bit stunned, and suddenly it made sense. All the fidgeting, the past few phone calls and texts had seemed more sincere, more sweet, more intimate on his part and she felt foolish for not seeing it sooner—how easy it would’ve been to say it back.
Gently, she took Gaz’s face in her hands, tilting it up. “Kyle,” she murmured, and he shook his head, or tried to in her hands and she laughed softly. “Kyle, look at me, honey.”
He opened his eyes, a starting red beginning to rim them and he gazed at her pitifully. “‘m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” she whispered and thumbed beneath his eyes and across his cheeks. “Now what on earth made you think that I wouldn’t look at you and feel the same?”
Gaz shrugged weakly and she leaned forward, nuzzling his nose. “So confident and strong in the field and yet to meek at home.” She pressed her forehead into his. “I love you too, you silly boy.”
“Yeah?” he replied, voice full of relief as his body began to sag against her, adrenaline beginning to fade.
She smiled at him. “Yeah.”
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dilfverz · 6 months
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⋆。˚ ♰・kyle 'gaz' garrick x top reader
┈─ ・explicit content. minors dni. doggy style. oral fixation. cock worshipping. spit kink. reader has a dick/strap.
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can't stop thinking about gaz crawling underneath your desk while you're working on some papers, face pressed up against your clothed crotch with a desperate look in his eyes. you knew of his addictions, the need for something in his mouth to ease the ache. how he'll stick out his tongue for you to openly spit onto it, humming out a small laugh as his fingers fumble with tugging at your pants just enough to release your cock. gaz who eagerly lets the weight of your cock rest against his tongue, his eyes falling shut while your hand reaches down to rest at the back of his head.
gaz who doesn't mind the drool that seeps past the tight seal of his lips, the messier the better in his honest opinion. his tongue pressing against the head of your cock with experimental licks when you're not paying any attention to him, a mischievous glint in his eyes when you have to tug him away. gaz who fakes a plea of innocence just to get pulled up off his knees and bent over the cool wood of your desk, body arching into the warning tap against his ass. gaz who would raise his hips to assist you while you dip your fingers into the waistband of his pants and pull them down.
gaz who has a smart mouth on the field so it wouldn't surprise you if it travelled to the bedroom as well, he's not afraid to be vocal and tell you how well you're doing. gaz who lets out the prettiest sighs while you stretch him out, nails slightly dragging along the surface of the desk as your tongue laps at his hole. spit dribbling down his taint as he's grinding back against the feeling, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed in result to the gradual relief he got. though it's not enough, no it's never enough for him. gaz who needs you to sink into him, bully your cock into him until his hole remembers the shape. lightly grasp at the back of his neck to pull the curve of his ass flush against your pelvis, watching in brief amusement while he mewls for more. he can't help it, he's been aching for this all day and your cock is just pressing against all the right places.
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sprout-fics · 10 months
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I thought of this the other day and ran to write it down specifically so I could send it in as a thot. Vampire Gaz and he fucks you in front of a mirror so he can see how good you take him, without actually SEEING you take him if you know what I mean. Like he’s a vampire, he can’t see his own reflection, but he’s fixated on seeing how he’s stretching you. IM SORRY I FEEL LIKE THATS SO DIRTY LMAOOOO I’ve never sent in a thot before 🧍🏼‍♀️
“Oh darling, look at you.”
Between gasping pants, you flutter your eyes open, neck craned so a dribble of red trickle down into the gauzy lace of your dressing down. The tie has come undone in the time it’s taken Kyle to debauch you, and now the sheer fabric droops down over one shoulder- yanked away by his hands, the front opened to reveal your breasts which bounce with every thrust up into you. Kyle’s front braces behind you, one firm hand planted under your thigh and lifting it higher so he has better access, his hips a slow, indulgent roll into yours as his breath fogs your nape. 
“So beautiful, darling.” He purrs, and you shudder when his mouth presses against the fresh bite, feeling a familiar ache of feverish pleasure rise within you. It renders you docile, pliant in his grasp, a beautiful doll for him to bend to his touch, sink into and groan, low and heady at the desire that echoes through your veins and onto his tongue. 
Your eyes are glassy, half lidded as you try to take in the sight of yourself in the mirror. Everytime you claw your way to clarity the sudden drag of Kyle’s cock inside you has you crying out in oversensitive pleasure, your head lolling back against his shoulder, mouth falling open with a wordless cry. There’s a coil purring low in your belly with every thrust, and with the velvety spell of his teeth sinking into your thoughts it’s almost too much, lighting up sparks in your veins and stifling the words in your throat until the only thing you can gasp is his name- an endless prayer for divination that cannot touch a creature such as him.
“I said look darling.” Kyle tuts at you, and there’s a hand under your chin, squeezing the sides of your jaw and tilting your head to look into the ornate, golden mirror that sits at the other end of his luxurious bedchamber, and- oh heaven…
You can see yourself, with each of his slow but precise thrusts, can see your hazy eyes and disheveled, gauzy robe. You can see the dip of his grip in your cheeks, the red that pools at your collarbone. You can see where you’re stretched around him, your flushed cunt parting to allow him in, revealing the soft, pink interior of you-
It hits you then, the wind that lifts the veil of lust and grazes sharply across your expression, that you can’t see him.
The sudden rigidity of your form elicits a chuckle from the vampire, who hums a low, pleased note that echoes through you, has your toes curl and your fingers circle his wrist in desperate search of an anchor.
“That’s right, doll. That’s it. So pretty for me, taking me so well. Love that I can see you, just you…” His voice trails off as his lips trail up along the underside of your jaw, fangs in search of another vein from which to drink and oh…
You come undone abruptly as he gently presses the tips of his teeth against your fluttering heartbeat, savoring the taste of your orgasm as your voice chokes out in a high whimper. Pleasure unfurls like gossamer wings inside you and stretching outwards, engulfing you in its shadow until you both are consumed in its drowning shroud. 
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sofasoap · 7 months
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First time - part 1
Pairing : Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x F!reader
Summary: years of pinning, you find an excuse to get close to your best friend, Kyle.
Part of Gaz Fest 2023
Warning : M rating. Slight angst. Pinning. Friend to lovers. slight talk about bedroom related stuff.
A/N: Thank you @glitterypirateduck for organising the writing festival!! * cheering *
Enjoy!!
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“Kyle.”
“Mmm?”  Sipping on his beer, he answered absentmindedly as he watched their group of friends playing darts, competition heating up. 
“Can you take my virginity?”
Gaz nearly choked to death. You sighed and lightly thump his back. You knew it was a bad idea. Before he does anything you probably kill him with a heart attack and choking to death with liquid bread. 
It took you weeks of self deliberating with the demons and angels and logic vs heart to summon up the courage to ask your friend.
Your best friend. 
Your partner in crime
Your childhood crush. 
The (one sided) love of your life. 
“You… You want me… “ still coughing away, he pointed at himself , and back at you. 
One single strong nod, you averted your eyes downwards, your hand fidgeting with the tumbler glass in your hand, not elaborating more. 
Shuffling closer to you as he lowers his voice, “Are you Ok? Someone pressuring you? Who’s the asshole?“ Getting agitated, he stood up from chair, ready to defend your honour. To protect you. 
Shaking your head as you take a sip of the strong whisky you decided to order to help you loosen up and gives you a bit more courage to ask him. “No one pressured me Kyle. I promise.” 
“Then why–” he opened his mouth, confused and … is that bit of hope? As he stares at you, waiting for an answer.  
“I… I am just.. “ You are just sick of people’s judgements. All your other friends and workmates talk enthusiastically about their life and sex lives, and you just felt… left out? You don’t know how to contribute to the conversation, since you don't have any stories of your own. The logical side of you knows it’s silly to think that way. You are not a teenager anymore, why would you care about others opinion or letting the social norms affect you?
Or , deep down, you just want to fit in. Want to be part of the “club.” Or the selfish part of you is just trying to find some sort of excuse, to be intimate with Kyle. 
And you are just too scared to declare your love to him, straight on. 
You have had a crush on Kyle since the day you met him. His family moved next door to yours when you were five. 
You hid behind your mum as his parents stood at your door, introducing themselves. You saw a boy, not much older than you, with short curly hair, standing between them. 
The two of you became fast friends. Getting up to all sorts of mischieves around the neighbourhood. He was the brain of the plot and you were the executor of the plan. 
You slowly fall for him as you get older. That little butterfly that starts flipping in your stomach every time you see him. His brilliant smile shows his pearly whites every time he sees your face. The way he greets you is always different from his friends, protecting you, entrusting you with his greatest secret. Make you laugh. Comfort you in sadness. How he always prefers to sit beside you at gatherings, and offers to take you home.
Both of your parents thought the two of you will end up together, since how well two of you get along with each other. So did you.
Your heart was totally crushed when he introduced you to his first date, excitedly.
“ I want you to be the first one to meet them. Since you are my best friend.” 
The amount of tears that you shredded that night. And the night after. But you put on a brave face, for yourself, for your family, for your friends. 
And for him. 
You don’t want him to be laden with your worries. You know him too well, even if he doesn’t love you the way you love him, he still cares about you. 
Protect you and ready to defend you when he senses a change of mood in you.
Your knight in shining armour. 
The brother you have from a different mother. But nothing more.
Reaching out and patting his hand, trying to reassure him and also calming down your own nerves, “I am fine. Well, sort of. But.. I've been thinking lately. I just.. “Shaking your head, “ I just want to experience what it is like, “ To be with you.  “There is no one else I trust more than you, to take care of me.” 
He frowned as he gripped your hands tight. “I am not going to do it if there’s no love involved.”  he insisted. Pressing his lip together, contemplating something before he open his mouth again. “Let's forget about this. You are drunk, sunflower, come on. Let’s get you home.” 
You feel like your heart has been shattered again for the second time. By him. That pet name just added to the pain. 
“Sunflower?”
“You are like a sunflower!” Kyle smiled. The families were on a camping trip once, and two of you were lying on the field of grass after running around and chasing each other.  He sat up, looked down at you with his signature smile, “You brighten up my day, and I am always in a happier mood after I see you!” 
Grabbing your bag, you stood up immediately, ready to dash out the pub door, embarrassed. You shouldn’t have asked. Well done, You think to yourself. Now you have totally ruined the friendship. How stupid can you be? There was that little sliver of hope when your mutual friends gave you the nudge and shove;
“You still haven’t told him your feelings?” “Shhhhh shut the hell up!!” you hissed. Clamping their mouth with your hands. “Can you be any louder???” 
“You…” your friend swatted your hand away, looking at you as if you had grown a horn on your head, “are you kidding me.. “ they mumbled. “ Look, you know what, just talk to him. You might be surprised.” 
You ignore his calls and the way your friends look at you, holding tight onto your jacket and bag as you hold back the tears that threaten to burst the dam. Before you could raise your hand and call for a cab, you felt a hand around your waist, pulling you in. 
That familiar warmth. Your once safety net. But now it hurts too much to be so close to him, to feel him.
Because he doesn’t belong to you. 
“Kyle.. Let go of me.” whispering, trying to hold yourself together, but you can feel your voice cracking. 
“No.”  pulling you into his chest, he buried his face into the crook of your neck. “I am sorry.”
“For what?” 
“For hurting you.” 
Wriggling around to face him, putting your hand on his chest to create a bit of gap between you and him, but keeping your head down, “I should be the one apologising, I shouldn’t have asked you such stupid thing.” your voice barely above a whisper as you try to push yourself out from his embrace. “Let’s just.. I am going home.”
“And not going to hear my answer to your request?”
You froze. 
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I don't know what this is. but def smut coming next chap. of sort. * blame the three glasses of reds I had * I keep changing my mind what I want to write, from crack to fluff to one shot, and now it's turning into two-part series.
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itsscromp · 2 months
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just reader on a mission with their bros? (task force 141)❤️
Brothers in arms
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Ahh, some good improv makes my brain very happy, thank you so much for this anon. Warnings: Canon-typical violence. Word count:1.3 K
Today was a mission day, After gathering as much intel on a terrorist organization, you and the others began to prepare for the mission. "How we looking y/n, all prepped up ??" Price came over and inspected the bags, rolling his shoulders.
"Nearly done captain" You were just beginning to fill in Gaz's bag.
"Good job, once you're done, grab something to eat and get some rest, we're leaving at 2000 hours, so it could be a long night." He patted your shoulder and began to prepare himself.
Soon 2000 hours came by as quickly as you could say so, Arriving at the tarmac, Price was putting the last-minute touches, gathering rifles and ammunition. "Glad for you to join us y/n" Price smiled and patted your back as you hopped in the helo.
"Price, Nikolai" You greeted them both.
"Comrade y/n, I was wondering when you would show up Солнечный свет (sunshine)
"what can I say, Can't miss all the fun"
Soon after you were joined in by Johnny, Plopping his butt down next to you, beaming smile as always. "Let's get ourselves a win yeah y/n ??"
"Hell yeah we will" You two sharing fist bumps.
Gaz was the next and finally Simon, You gave a respectful nod to them both as they jumped in the helo. Everyone was now gathered, focused and ready for the task at hand, Soon, Nikolai started the Helicopter and you were off.
"OK listen in, So here is the base" Price pulled out his tablet and showed a rough aerial view of the base. "y/n and Ghost you two take the north side and scope in from above. Soap, Gaz, You two take the south sides, I'll go in and cover the ground, once the threats have been neutralized, we need to disarm the bombs that are expected to roll in as well, Understood ??"
"Yes sir" You all said and then began the mission after landing at your destinations.
You and Ghost soon set up shop in the north, covering your snipers with mud and leaves so it didn't attract too much attention.
"You good ghost ??' You looked over.
"Good as I'll ever be Sergeant" You could tell their was a hint of playfulness in his voice.
"Soap, Gaz, how copy ??" You pressed the button on the walkie talkie.
"Copy y/n, We're all set up" Gaz said.
"Awesome"
And so you began your stakeout, looking through the sniper as you 4 patrolled the base and covered all grounds.
"Got 2 guards to the south and 3 on the west, Take em down captain ??"
"Negative, no suppressors which means you'll be spotted and they'll flee."
"Got it"
This was going to be a long night, Soon it was reaching 0000 hours, growing tired, You pulled a red bull can out of your backpack to help keep you awake.
"They aren't good for you sergeant" Simon smirked at you.
"Alright then dad" You smirked back after taking a sip.
Simon decided to lighten up the mood a bit and cure the boredom with his specialty.
"What has two legs and bleeds ??"He also pressed into the walkie-talkie for the others to hear. "Half a dog" He chuckled as you sighed disappointingly. "That was a good one"
"Did we ever ask Lt ??" Johnny smirked as he talked back.
"Alright, let's see you try better Johnny"
"Alright, What do you call a hunter without a nose or a body ??... No-body knows"
You snickered at that, Goddamn it. It even made Simon chuckle.
"Alright, I got one" You spoke up.
"what do you call a fish that wears a bow tie ??... Sofishticated" You snicker as you bang the dirt softly. You swore you caught Simon in a mild giggling fit as he heard that joke.
"Eyes up you 4, we've got movement in the Area" Price interuppted.
You and Simon scoped in and saw 3 trucks rolling in, They must be carrying the bombs, you continued to watch as the gates to the base were opened up and the trucks drove in. "Any visual captain ??"
"Looking" Price kept his eye out and saw them unpacking the bombs from the trucks. "Affirmative, Get ready to breach, Y/n, Soap, Gaz, on the ground with me. Ghost you stay up top and keep us out of trouble."
"With fucking pleasure" He smirked as he cocked his sniper, ready to go.
Soon the 4 gathered up and then began to sneak into the base, First things first, the guards. You, Johnny and Gaz took the three from the west while Price took the 2 in the south as quickly and quietly as possible.
With that... It was time to bring the noise. With a nod from Price, you tossed a flash grenade. As soon as it went off, you opened fire. Quickly as possible, you took down as many enemies as you could to safely get to the bombs. Gaz unfortunately got shot in the shoulder as you fell back and brought him to safety. "You ok ??"
"Just a scratch mate, Don't worry too much about me" He chuckled softly as you bandaged him up.
"Stay here ok ??" You said as you then went back out.
"Ghost, how are we looking ??" Price asked.
Simon was busy sniping from above, Getting any last enemy he could spot. "Getting there, Keep going"
You and Price nodded as you then began to fight off the last wave of enemies. One beginning to hand-to-hand combat with you. You almost had the upper hand, But he stole your knife and tackled you to the ground. With all your strength you tried to make sure the blade didn't touch you. But then when you thought it would be... You heard a shot fired, Johnny shot the enemy right in the head. Quickly rushing over to you and helping you up.
"You ok caraid ??" (Buddy)
"I'm ok, Thank you"
"Y/n, Get onto the bombs, quickly" Price ordered as you nodded.
Grabbing your kit, you began to slowly and carefully disarm the bombs one by one. Easy does it, You're doing great y/n. But when you thought you disarmed them all, You didn't take into accountability one having a remote switch. So as soon as you turned around, the bomb blasted, knocking you over and knocking you out.
"Y/N !!!" Price rushed to your side and gently picked you up, rushing you out of the site, Placing a hand on your chest. Still beating. Breathing a shaky sigh of relief, he then pressed the button on the walkie-talkie.
"This is bravo-0, We need exfil and medical" He held onto you.
"Copy that, Nikolai is on the way and medical will be waiting for you when you land." Laswell told him as she organized medical.
Nikolai soon returned and extracted the 4, going over slightly to grab simon as well.
"Y/n !!" Simon rushed in as he saw you unconscious, Cradling your body like you were fine china. "Are they okay ??"
"Just knocked unconscious sir" Gaz reassured him, Johnny and price could see the sheer panic in Simon's eyes, You were his best friend, If something happened to you... He wouldn't know what to do.
A few hours later:
You regained consciousness as you awoke to the beeping sounds and the bright lights, Grimacing at it all. But you were relieved as the lights were dimmed, Looking over to see Price.
"Hey kiddo, How are you feeling" He smiled softly, passing you a cup of water for you to sip.
"What happened ??" You said, your voice groggy.
"One of the bombs had a remote switch, We didn't even see it coming." He gently rubbed your forehead with his thumb.
"Is everyone ok ??" You looked at him worryingly, To which he gently nodded to the left, Looking over you saw Simon, Johnny and Gaz asleep in the chairs, they haven't left your side since you were admitted. You began to smile, This was your home, These were your brothers... This was your family.
Nothing would ever fucking change that.
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soapybutt17 · 7 months
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You Are My Sunshine
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Summary: In which a year into your relationship, you began wandering if it's time to tell your father about your secret relationship. Characters: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Price!Female Reader. John Price. Simon Riley. Soap MacTavish. Word Count: 2,441 Chapter Warnings: None A/N: Got Carried Away and just turned it into a whole ass one shot series.
for @glitterypirateduck's GazFest 2023 Category: One-Shot Prompt: "I always knew this day would come"
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“Really sure I can’t drive you up to your boyfriend’s house?”
Trust your father to make things more complicated than it needs to be. You know what his true intentions were and you weren’t about to bite—yet. You shared a knowing look with the man that was not just your father (step-father, but it was beside the point anymore) but was also your Captain. So much was riding out on his offer and you weren’t about to deal with the mess that would come after.
“I’ll be fine, Dad.” You reassured hugging him hoping it was enough to distract him. “I’ll call you when I get there, I promise.”
With a sigh, his arms wrapped around you in his resignation for the topic. You truly didn’t know until when you could keep this charade up with him. Especially with the man he was hunting down so close to the both of you. Maybe it was time to finally come clean and maybe it wouldn’t be as hard as you think it would be,
“Maybe bring him in for the New Year? I’m sure your Mum would love to have him over.”
You rolled your eyes realizing your father wasn’t relenting on this topic just yet.
“When I’m sure you’re not gonna threaten him—or kill him, I’ll think about bringing him to meet you and Mum.” You gave him the option instead.
“Fine.” He muttered finally pulling away from you. “Keep safe and if you change your mind, I’m one call away, I’m sure your Mum and brother and sister would love to have you for Christmas.”
You sighed.
“Maybe next year, Dad. Please bring the gifts I’ve sent to them with you, okay?”
You heard a knock at the door and the sight of one Kyle Garrick had interrupted the little moment you had with your father. You shared a knowing look with the man and knew his reason for coming to your father’s office. It’s time for the both of you to head out.
What you father didn’t know and hopefully the rest of the people in the base, was the small fact that the boyfriend your father and both Ghost and Soap were more than willing to hunt down was within arm’s reach. The cheeky bastard even played the part so well in having his own ideas of beating the living shit out of himself with the rest of the team. Oh if only they knew.
“Ready to go, Nyx?” Gaz inquired.
You noticed your father’s brow raising in question.
“Gaz lives nearby my boyfriend, Dad.” You explained so easily. “Thought I’d save gas and drive with him to my boyfriend’s place.”
“Alright.” He nodded before his attention slowly turned towards your secret boyfriend. “You know what to do for me, Sergeant?”
“Yes, Sir.” Gaz answered so easily.
“No, Gaz. You will do no such thing.” You snapped turning your attention to your father. “Don’t drag Gaz into this mess.” You muttered making your way towards Gaz.
“Send the coordinate to me when you can.” Your father continued but the smile on his face was enough of an indication that he wasn’t serious about it anymore than he really was.
“Dad!”
“Have safe drive you two. Call me when you get there, understood?”
“Yes, Dad.”
“Take care of my daughter, Gaz.”
“Yes Sir.”
Walking out of your Father’s office, silence had enveloped the two of you as you walked further away. When you were certain the distance was good enough, you finally held onto your boyfriend’s hand, how easy it was for him to hold onto your own in a firm grip.
“You think we should finally tell your father about us?” He inquired turning his gaze towards you for a moment before his eyes turn back in front of him as you two continued walking.
“I always knew this day would come.” You groaned rubbing your temples with your free hand. “Think you’ll be ready to deal with my Dad?” You inquired.
“More than I already do? I think I am.” He snorts. “If it means not having to lie to everyone’s face and we could be less—secretive and I think the reward would be better for everyone.”
He was right.
You know your father had this unprecedented rule in the base that so many other base have enforced with an iron grip. Relationships within the base were allowed to a degree, for as long as no one would let it hinder with their jobs or missions. It was a small little change that had so much impact for the entire team. Ghost and Soap were also few of the people that made the most out of it with their own significant others working in with the Medic Team.
But amongst the leniency that Captain John Price had decreed, there was an open secret that every single personnel was informed off, some even say that it was one of the first rules given to the new recruits when they arrive. No one is to date his daughter.
“After the Holiday?” You offered hoping it would be enough time to prepare for the inevitable chaos that would happen after the holidays.
“Enough time to enjoy the last days of my life, I think?” He teased.
“Kyle.” You warned, already worried for his safety now.
“Everything is going to be alright. We can ask Nikolai for help if we ever need it.” He continued earning a light nudge out of you.
One mission that had you, Gaz, and your father, it was somehow prophesied by one Nikolai that you and sweet Gaz would have cute babies together just to get a rise from your father. But that somehow, you end up getting together with the Sergeant just a few months after and you wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Eventually, with your bags gathered and the two of you now shoving everything you have onto the truck it was time for the couple of hour long drive to the Garrick Household for Christmas.
“You think they’d like me?” You inquired leaning against the door of his red Opel Corsa car he got with his first paycheck.
“They’ve been pleading to meet you for months now since they learned about you. I doubt anyone would hate you.” Gaz reassured cupping your checks.
You took a moment to check your surroundings for anyone that could possibly recognize you before you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend. His own arms pulled you right into his chest.
“Even if I’m a Military Brat?” You asked, knowing it was the preconceived notion everyone had on you when they found out about your association with the Captain. You wouldn’t be surprised if his family would also share the same view the moment they meet you.
“Far from it. Mum and Dad are already planning our wedding and how many kids we would have. So I doubt they think so lowly of you.”
You laughed at the statement. You did envision yourself with Gaz and the little family you could have in the future. But it was all too soon to think of in the present. But it was a certainty that you hope would happen in the future you have together.
“Can I named the babies or do they already have name planned as well?” You asked nuzzling your cheeks against his chest.
“A few name suggestions were thrown, but we can veto some as far as I’m made aware.”
“Kyle Junior would also be a good name for a baby boy?” You continued hands rubbing his back knowingly. “You’d like that don’t you?”
“We’re not playing this game in the middle of the parking lot, Love.” He groaned.
“Inside your car would seem a better setting then?” You egged him on.
“Nyx.” He warned, hands falling to the curves of your ass.
“I’m joking.” You giggled pulling him in for a quick kiss before finally letting go.
You tensed as you looked out into the base, the sight of Ghost and Soap gaping at the sight of the two of you.
“Let’s go.” You muttered opening the door immediately giving Gaz a whiplash for the sudden shift in your attitude from a few seconds ago.
“What?” He turned and from the window of the passenger seat of the car, you could see the shock also written on his face as he made beeline to the driver side of the car.
Without another word, Gaz had started the car without turning back or even acknowledging the fact that your secret was now exposed to two of the last people you would have allowed to know about your relationship now.
“We’re fucked.” You muttered under your breath as soon as you heard the familiar ring tone of your phone and the all too family name of your father that was now made aware of the little interaction you had with one Kyle Garrick.
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“Now I understand why you love her so much.” His mother was quiet for the most part, allowing him and the rest of the members of the Garrick Family and extended family to bring life to the childhood home he had grew up in.
Kyle could only nod, watching you as you continued on with your conversation with his sister and brother-in-law about some TV series that you’re excited to begin watching again while off-duty. It brings so much warmth inside of him to see you like this, so comfortable and in peace in a place that was his own.
All the worries of his family not liking you or the chaos that came with Soap and Ghost finding out about your secret relationship was put in the backburner for the time being. All that was important was the moment where you two were.
A time where he wasn’t out in some isolated country or in knee deep shit looking for enemies alongside you. You both were in a normalcy that doesn’t come often with either of you anymore because of your chosen profession.
“Hey Mum,” Kyle finds himself turning his attention back to his mother. The smile on her face as she caught him looking at you was all the sign he needed to push forward with what he was about to ask. “Think I can cash in on your offer about your wedding ring in the near future?”
Christmas in the Garrick Household was a success and true to Kyle’s words, everyone loved you. It was just like you to be loved by anyone and everyone you would meet. Contrary to your call sign of Nyx, you were a ball of sunshine that constantly lights up the room, only dimming at the most frail state of mind or during missions. You gave him the sunshine he had thought was lost in him throughout the time of blood and gore he had experience in his career.
Who would have ever thought the incident in Piccadilly would not only shape his career, but the future he never thought he was still allowed to have in his life when all was said and done.
“No funny business.” You had teased him the moment you both settled into his childhood bedroom for the night.
“Never said there was.” He teased you right back, pulling you into his bare chest.
The single bed wasn’t really good for either of you to stay in, but it was better than having to sleep in separate rooms for the night. He maneuvered the two of you until you were now resting completely under him. A smile was on your face, eyes a little glazed over from the few drinks you’ve shared with the rest of his family and your skin tinted a few shades of red because of it. But you were still the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on.
“I’m happy.” You spoke plopping your face onto the crook of his neck. Arms wrapped around his chest.
“Meet too.” He admit. He was happy with you in his life, happy that there would come a time in his life that he would want to hang his boots and throw his uniform down the deepest depths of his closet but he would still have you in his life. It was worth being happy about for him.
“I never thought they’d actually like me.” You continued.
“Didn’t I say that a few good too many times throughout the car ride?”
“You did. But still. Actually seeing that they would like me was something I never thought would happen.”
“I can’t see a reason why they won’t like you if I’m being honest.”
“You’re just saying that because you love me.”
“Touché.”
“Now I’m actually excited for you to meet my Mum too.” You pointed out, heading lifting up to meet his own. “My Mum would love you. She already has an idea of you from Dad but genuinely meeting her in person, I know for a fact that she would love you just as much as I do.” You beamed.
“Will she now?” He smiled, surprised by the sudden shift. “And your Dad?”
“It might take a while for him, but I know he’ll come around. He’s just always been like that growing up.” You shrugged.
“How about we head to your place for the New Years?” He inquired.
With his phone shut off and your own turned off after sending both of your parents a quick text of arriving in your boyfriend’s home safely, he thought it would be a better time as any to finally have clean slate and throw the cat out of the bag.
“Really?”
“Better to rip the bandage off now than when we’re back in the base.” He shrugged, he could only imagine the drills he will be thrown in because of this.
“If you’re not up to it, we could wait a little longer.”
“We agreed that we’d do it after the holidays but since the jig is up because of the two bloke, I think it’s a good time as any. Good to also meet your Mum and siblings while we’re at it.”
The smile on your face grew bigger as you slumped right back to him and peppered his face with kisses as you continually thanked him for dealing with you and for anything that your mind could come up with.
But what you didn’t know was the small little box hidden deep inside his bag and the question that he was about to ask from your father when he meets him—after a good beating if he’s lucky enough to come out alive from.
Part Two: Light of My Life
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lilyarchived · 6 months
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You asked for ideas. I got you.
Reader is Laswell's Stepkid. They got in trouble at college or whatever you pick, and laswell has to take them to work. Reader gets told you see nothing and hear nothing, so they keep their headphones on. Obviously the task force is there. Gaz spots the reader and the reader in that moment looks up, meeting eachothers gaze. I leave the rest of this up to you and how you wish to proceed. I just want more Gaz.
love struck in seconds [kyle "gaz" garrick]
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warnings: swearing, writer has never gotten near the game except when her brother comes home from college, 0.6k words,  uhh idk tba
summary: college hasn’t been treating you well, resulting in Laswell having to bring you along during her work. Military work. just so happen to meet a cute military boy.
a/n: YALL. DO NOT HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH GAZ HAS BEEN ROTTING MY BRAIN LATELY I CANNOOOOOOOTTTTTTTT,, sorry this took so long to get out, exam week has been killing meeeheeehee (basing off the fact that gaz is around 27 and reader is 24 coz i SAID SO)
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It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t your fault that you got suspended for a week. It was never your fault when you sucker punched that rabid girl. What? She was a bully, for Christ's sake. No one put her in her place, you basically just did the dean’s job for them. So here you were, holding on to your stepmom (who just so happened to be the station chief) for dear life as she walked through some sort of base; soldiers’ heavy boots crunching the gravel as they train.
“You don’t see nor hear anything.” was the last thing Laswell had told you as you had gotten out of the car. Now you were standing in some random hallway, waiting for her as she “just had to get something real quick”.  As you mindlessly scroll through pinterest, you hear faint laughter nearing in. so faint that it just so manages to go through your headphones blasting radiohead. ‘I don’t see nor hear anything.’ you repeat in your mind, hoping to mind your business just once. You pause your music as do the men coming your way when they see you. 
Your headphones had noise cancellation off so you’d hear their whispers: “who’s that?” “might be a newbie, yew reckon?” “Look's about gaz’s age.” your finger lifts off the screen. ‘Idontseenorhearanythingidontseenorhearanything.’ fuck it. You look up and bring your headphones down to see a dopey smile coming from a man wearing an uk cap and what looks to be a really heavy vest. 
Your cheeks suddenly start tingling as you absentmindedly smile back. You tilt your head a bit as his friends start freaking out and patting him on the back, smile still evident, you start to remember how highschool boys act the exact same.
He starts walking over as you straighten your posture and pocket your phone. “Hey.” His accent was clear and thick, making you smile a bit more. “Hello.” your smile remained as he started scratching the back of his neck, “you new around ‘ere?” “ahh, well- kind of? it’s just that laswell’s my-” “her stepmom.” The voice ringing in his ear, gaz’s eyes widen and his posture straightens, making you giggle.
“See you’ve gotten acquainted with my kid here, sergeant?” her glare is evident as you roll your eyes and cross your arms. Gaz chuckles in response, before she continues “you can stay in my office for the rest of the day, if you’d like.” she speaks, but her words are blurred as you stare back at a smiling gaz. She sighs defeatedly as she looks back at the man before tasking him to “keep her safe, show her around, no funny business, back before dinner.”
He smirks as he holds out his hand, awaiting for yours. “Yes ma’am.” he says walking away as you finally intertwine your fingers with his. “Don’t call me ma’am!” you hear laswell yell as you giggle and follow gaz like a lost puppy. "got any icecream? it's burning hot in here." you whine as you start to slow down your walking, finally taking in the sight of this place. he chuckles at your innocence as he replies, "i might have a secret stash, darl'. only if you promise not to tell." "who would i even snitch to?" "your mo-" "i'm snitching." "nO"
arrrgh i hate this might renew soon but i just wanted this out of my drafts LOL
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boowritess · 2 months
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gaz is my favourite to do the whole friends to lovers trope because imagine:
ya'll were childhood best friends, somehow managed to stick side by side despite having different interests and set of friends. knowing the other had their back when needed.
but it was nothing more than friendship.
atleast that's what the both of you delulued yourselves to think...
anyways, gaz joins the military, somehow ya both still managed to stay in contact. gaz messaging or calling at any free opportunity.
shower, bathroom, on a run, cleaning, as soon as he wakes up.
and it's crazy cause the 141 are like, "so when we gonna meet your little girlfriend?"
and gaz is like !?!?!??! "what girlfriend?"
in return 141 are just !?!?!?!!?!?!? "da fuq you mean what girlfriend, gaz? the girl you've been talking to every 5 minutes!"
and gaz, just- blushes. he doesn't know why but he does. like haha, you as his girlfriend- that's weird! could you imagine!? could you imagine...
gaz starts to fucking hyperfixate on imagining you as his girlfriend than bestfriend.
and like you and gaz have always heard people say that before but for some reason being thousands of miles away from you made him really fucking start to fixtate on that scenario. the 141 boys did not help. at all. always asking how gaz's girl is- making gaz roll his eyes and hide the blush as he talks to you on the phone.
then idk he gets to go home. gets to see you. and he forgets about the whole girlfriend conversation and is just happy to be with you. his best friend. his confidenant. his ride or die. his girl.
but then he realizes that he'd have you in whichever form you'd give him. and that's why- that's why he shoves away the thoughts about you being his girlfriend- UNTIL-
he's pissed. some lad you're seeing isn't treating you right (ofc it's some guy you met while gaz was away) and you're defending the guy. but every defence you bring up, he's got a rebuttal right back.
"he's not always so mean..." "bird, i've never talked to you like he did tonight, that ain’t an excuse."
"he's just having a shit time at work." "love, seriously? i get shot at on a constant basis and have fallen out of a helicopter twice."
"okay well- it's just a bad day today for him- that's all." "doll, when i've had the shittest day, any message, call, gift from you, anything that reminds me of you, makes me feel millions and millions more better. my 'bad day' is when we haven't talked."
...so things get pretty intense, and idk, maybe your stubborn and just like sarcastically say, "well not every guy feels the same as you gaz."
"damn right they don't because how i feel for you, none of those assholes could ever comprehend how much i lo-"
and he stops himself. clenches his jaw and swallows down the 'i love you'. he looks away from you when you look at him confused.
becauae you both have said those three little words before. throughout your whole friendship. what's different now???
ahhhhhhhhhh i just wowwww gaz w/ friends to lovers trope yes pleasee
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groguspicklejar · 8 months
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even more soft headcannons for Kyle "Gaz" Garrick that nobody asked for
I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him so so much
@sofasoap you don't understand, he. is. everything. to me😭
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he likes back massages
because let's be honest, the man must be exhausted from carrying Price's ass everywhere jk
the deep groans leaving his throat when you work on his shoulders are to die for.
you relish the sight of him completely relaxing under your ministrations.
he falls asleep sometimes.
if he finds a solid reason to stay in bed with you, he will take it.
and he makes sure to buy the softest sheets and blankets money can buy for this exact reason.
sometimes you wake up to him making breakfast early in the morning.
he makes really good toast and scrambled eggs, btw.
other times, you'll wake him up with gentle kisses to his face and tell him that breakfast is ready.
those few moments spent with him enjoying your kisses are some of the best of his entire life and he couldn't have asked for anything better.
these quiet mornings of silk and eggs and bacon and toast and brewed coffee give him life after months in the trenches with his team.
these quiet mornings with you dressed in nothing but his shirt, walking barefoot in the kitchen making plans with him for the day
quiet mornings where you and him would watch the sunrise or watch cartoons for the nostalgia
those are the things that keep him going in the darkest hours when he's fighting off terrorists and bad men alike.
and then there are days when he's out and about with you and you're wearing one of his caps god gawd I would kill for that silly little cap of his
he just likes how it looks on you.
even tho he would sometimes playfully pull down the front of it so it covers your eyes and chuckles when you whine and smack his arm.
Gaz is the type to put his hand in the back pocket of your jeans when you're walking in the grocery store just for shits and giggles
or because he wants the guy staring at you to back the fuck up or there's gonna be a problem.
either way, you like it when he does that.
you like the physical affection he showers you with because you know once that call comes in from Price, you're not going to feel it for months to come.
cuddles, cuddles, cuddles galore!
baby boi gives the best cuddles because he needs it, okay :(
he'll wrap his arms around you and spoon you because he just adores having you close.
you can't tell me he doesn't give the softest kisses.
or you'll tuck him into your arms and spoon him for the same reason but mostly because he also needs to be held okay? okay.
the warmth of your body pressed up against his while you both watch a movie or even when you do absolutely nothing at all is so soothing to him.
he smiles into your mouth too, giving a few more pecks right after.
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Hand Necklace (4 of 4)
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Female Reader
Content & Warnings: vaginal fingering, light spanking, anal fingering, anal sex, sex toy, double penetration (secondary penetration w/ sex toy), lube, established relationship
Word Count: 1.2k
A/N: Part of the Imagines & What If Series
With some spare time, Kyle enjoys your body.
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“Where are you off to?”
You return the wand to the mascara bottle, watching Kyle in the mirror as he saunters into the bathroom from the bedroom doorway. He wraps his arms around your middle, hands resting on your stomach as his face turns into your neck, inhaling. He places a kiss right where your neck meets your shoulder.
“Might see some friends,” you reply, setting the mascara on the countertop, one of your hands resting on his.
“When?” he asks softly, lightly nipping at your ear.
You shrug. “A couple hours from now. Why?” You turn in his arms, seeking his face.
Kyle tightens his hold. “So, you’re free for a bit?”
You grin, knowing what he wants. “I am.” You twist around in his grip entirely, draping your arms lazily over his shoulders. “And what would you like to do?”
Kyle unlocks his arms and brings them down to your hips. You’re only wearing an oversized t-shirt with no underwear. It’ll give him easy access to you.
“Am I allowed to do what I want?” asks Kyle. “Willing to follow my lead?”
He’s asking for permission, and you gladly give it. “You know I’m yours.”
The corner of his mouth twitches into a hint of smile. Using his grip on your hips to turn you around, Kyle bends you over the bathroom counter. You have to go up on your toes to prevent the edge from digging into your stomach.
Kyle pushes the t-shirt out of the way, exposing your ass and pussy to the air. One large hand kneads a single cheek before lightly smacking it. It jiggles, and Kyle does it again, watching the bounce before alternating between the two. It isn’t harsh, but there is a very brief sting every time his palm makes contact.
You’re so focused on the way his palm connects with your ass that his finger parting your pussy to slide inside surprises. You inhale sharply, fingers curling to dig at the countertop. Kyle hums softly in pleasure, pumping his finger slowly as your pussy takes more and more of him. His thumb presses on your clit, moving in tandem with his finger.
Kyle inserts a second, and then he alternates between spanks and slow rubs of his thumb. You’re completely at his mercy, bent over, taking all of it. As the pleasure builds in the base of your spine, Kyle increases his pace slightly, just enough to make you fall over the edge, moaning loudly, pussy squeezing his fingers as your toes nearly leave the ground.
Kyle makes a pleased sound low in his throat before his hand on your ass slides down to tease your other hole.
“I’m going to take you here,” he says. “Think you can handle it?”
You smile. “I’ve handled you there before.”
Kyle leans down to place a kiss against the curve of your neck. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He kisses your neck a second time. “Hand me the lube.”
Slowly, you reach out to the nearby drawer. Opening it, you retrieve the bottle, holding it out to him. Kyle takes it from you. You hear the lid popping open and the soft squelch of the gel releasing from the bottle followed by Kyle moving it around on his fingers.
There is a brief pause before Kyle sets the bottle down on the counter. Then, he pushes one finger inside, followed by a second. He begins slowly, moving in languid strokes, working you up to take his cock.
“How’s this feel, love?” Your response is a moan and a strangled “please.” In the mirror, you see Kyle’s grin of victory. “Just a bit more and you’ll be good and ready, yeah?”
A few more strokes and then Kyle withdraws, positioning himself behind you. His cock slides over your sex, collecting lube and your slickness before he brings it to the curve of your ass.
“I need you to do one more thing for me, love.”
“Anything,” you groan, only wanting Kyle to fill you up. To give you what you want.
“Grab the toy. The one we haven’t used yet.”
You glance up into the mirror and Kyle arches a single eyebrow, telling you to go on, to do as he says. Slowly, you reach into the same drawer the lube is kept in, withdrawing a satin bag. Opening it, you remove the toy in question. There are two parts to it. The first is the dildo, smooth and soft with a rounded tip for easy insertion. There is also a smaller nub above it that is in the perfect position to rub against your clit.
Kyle nods toward the toy. “While I fuck your ass, you’re going to fuck yourself with this. Understood?”
Licking your lips, you uncap the bottle of lube and lather it onto the dildo portion of the toy. Shifting your weight to one forearm, you bring the toy between your legs, pressing it to your pussy. As you start to push it in, Kyle takes that moment to start easing himself inside of you.
The stretch of his cock and the toy is almost too much.
“Easy,” he croons when you whimper. “Take your time, love. No rush.”
Once the toy and Kyle are completely inside you, Kyle’s hands shift to your throat. He wraps both hands around it, fingers interlocking.
“Turn it on,” he instructs, and you do, the vibration immediate and strong.
Your breathing comes shaky. Unsteady. Kyle’s first thrust with the combination of the vibrating toy snaps your resolve, sends that building pleasure at the base of your spine exploding forward. It shoots out, enters your limbs, makes the tips of your toes and fingers tingle. Your pussy clenches around the toy as Kyle sets a steady pace.
With his hands around your throat, you’re pinned between him and the counter, completely submissive to every stroke he gives. Your grip on the toy is weak, and you’re only able to move it in little bursts of energy at a time. The small, vibrating stump that presses on your clit lengthens your orgasm into an endless stream of haziness.
Kyle’s hold on your throat tightens a bit. It forces a slight arch in your back, your ass rising a bit more, giving Kyle better access to it. His hips move erratically now, and though you’re nearly gone yourself, you can still hear him distantly.
Kyle’s groans before he comes are sweet. He sounds completely lost, utterly surrendered to the feel of you. You might be the one bent over but Kyle is the one losing it.
“Fuck,” he groans, drawing it out.
Another wave of your orgasm floods through your body. This one is so intense that every muscle clenches and keeps clenching until the only thing you can do is cry out.
Kyle bends forward, his forehead resting against the back of your head as he grinds forward. The toy is still vibrating, and your body periodically jerks in response. It is Kyle’s hand that drops from your neck to between your legs that there is some relief.
He turns the toy off. Removes it from your body. Rests it gently on the counter.
You glance up into the mirror and immediately laugh.
The fresh mascara runs down your cheeks in black rivers.
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hii can i pretty please request the 141 + the other guys (könig, alejandro, graves, whatever lol) w/ a reader who just kinda repeats the phrases or last could words they say? kinda like a parrot lmao
i'm autistic and it's one of the things i do 💀
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couldnt think of a gif to add, so heres a tiger.
I have a lot of Echolalia (repeating noises or words you hear) too, so same. I added Horangi too, cuz I love that guy and there isn’t anything about him in the x reader tags.
John Price
Price honestly finds it endearing, he thinks its cute that you repeat things he says, especially if you weren’t British and were to copy his accent. I could imagine him growing so used to it he doesn’t even realize you do it anymore.
He wouldn’t be annoyed by it either as its just part of who you are, and he’s just happy you feel safe letting yourself verbally stim around him. He also finds its fun to know what media you’ve been watching, or if you’ve been paying attention to what he’s said.
Kyle “Gaz” Garrick
Gaz would just find it quirky, he might even find it charming in a way. He knows its not something where you choose who or what you repeat, but he still likes that its him you repeat stuff from.
You both end up walking around and repeating the same things, you because you repeat stuff because that’s just how you are, and Gaz because he’s been around you long along to start to develop the same habit, but only when it comes to you.
Simon “Ghost” Riley
He is also autistic, but where you copy noises or words, he’s the silent staring kind. He doesn’t speak a lot as we know, so he’s a little surprised the first time you repeat what he says, especially when you don’t even seem to realize you’re doing it.
Ghost ends up developing Echolalia as well, but only copies stuff you say or things like animal noises, and only when it’s the two of you alone together as he masks around other people.
John “Soap” MacTavish
Soap loves it when you copy or repeat stuff he says or noises he makes, it finds it cute and special as its something just so you, at least in your group. He would never look down on you for it either, as its not something you can really control.
He has tried to make you repeat the dumbest stuff and there’s no stopping him, and if he succeeds, he just starts snickering. Soap laughing is what makes you realize you must have said something funny, which only makes him laugh even more.
Alejandro Vargas
Alejandro starts calling you bird or parrot as a nickname, especially if you are the type to copy animal noises. He finds it funny when you mimic Spanish words if you aren’t a native Spanish speaker.
He’s honestly impressed with how well you can say stuff in Spanish if it isn’t a language you speak. It just becomes a thing he finds comfort in, since it means your there, alive, and well. So if you were to go quiet for longer periods of time, he might worry a bit.
Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra
Rudy doesn’t speak as much as everyone else, so he finds it a little endearing that you repeat the stuff he says as it means you were at least subconsciously paying attention to him and what he said.
I could imagine Rudy liking to just sit together in mostly silence, so when he does speak there’s pretty much a 100% chance you’ll mimic whatever he said, which he finds nice as it helps him feel some kind of normalcy, since you are there with him.
Phillip Graves
He would think you were mocking him in the beginning, until he realizes it’s something you do with everybody and you might not even realize you are doing it unless someone points it out. He never says anything about it, since its just part of who you are.
Graves will rip someone a new asshole if they were rude to you about it though, he may be an ass to most people, but you are one of his so he watches out for you. He doesn’t show it but he cares, in his own way.
König
König doesn’t speak a whole lot outside of missions, so you’d most likely copy him during missions or similar. This ends up with you two repeating copy over and over, over the comms. It becomes almost a little game, which helps put you both at ease during stressful times.
If you copy his German hed find is sweet, as it helps him feel a little more at ease since he’s most likely far away from his home country. So even if you don’t speak German, it helps him come out of his shell a little.
Kim "Horangi" Hong-Jin
Horangi would think you were making fun or him or mocking him, but seeing as you just do it as regularly as you do and don’t realize he doesn’t pick a fight like he might have, if anybody else did it.
He ends up growing to like that you do it, and he will throw hands with anyone who tries to make you uncomfortable about it or insults you for it. He starts speaking more Korean around you, just wanting you to repeat words in his mother tongue even if you don’t understand it.
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