#gaz my beloved

[justpearlysworld]

gaz is such a wittle cutie patootie i just wanna squish his cheeks and give him a bunch of kisses AHGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[konigsblog]

GLORYHOLE

gaz x fem!reader ...

kinktober masterlist (day 17)

[WARNINGS] gloryhole, cum play, female anatomy, degrading, humilation, unknown sex (?)

[A/N] that photo of gaz, lorddd ... 🤭

A dirty whore, that's all you were.

Bent over with your cunt pressed against a hole in the door, slick and wet and allowing any man to fuck his hard cock into your wet cunny.

Gaz had heard around and when he came to the bathroom, he could hear moans and the sounds of sloppy noises audible from outside the door. And there he saw you; or atleast your dripping pussy, sopping wet for him to touch all over.

Kyle wasted no time taking his hard, lengthy cock from his boxers, stroking himself slowly to harden himself before rubbing the head against your dripping slit and pushing an inch inside. He lived for the idea that you wouldn't know that it was him, so he could keep this secret throughout your friendship...

You gasped, your back arching when he eased inside. Wasting no time from rutting into you ruthlessly, grinding his broad hips against the door, grunting quietly at the sensation of your gummy, tight walls wrapped around his hot, wet cock. He stuck his cock inside, allowing you to fuck yourself back on it.

You did. Immediately fucking your ass back against the door, mewling out as the wet and leaking tip smacked against your womb, causing you to pulse and throb around his size. “Fuck–please..!” you moaned out, eyes rolling back when his veins dragged against your walls.

Panting, you fucked your ass back onto him harder. More desperate for your desired and growing orgasm. Eyes watering and your lips parted, moaning out with each smack against the door you made. Kyle had to fight so hard not to groan out, just so desperate.

His breathing grew heavier and he could sense you were getting closer due to your wet pussy throbbing and squeezing around his lengthy dick. The tip weeped out potent fluids, spitting out drops as you squeezed around him, a white sticky ring formed around his girth. You creamed around him, tightening and clutching onto his cock, tears running down your ruined cheeks.

He pulled out, his tip leaking. Kyle made sure he was out of there before you left, you couldn't know how he fucked you like this.

this is really short 😵‍💫 so sorry!!!

[blingblong55]

Model- 141+ König NSFW

Based on requests:

1.OKAY BUT 141+KÖNIG WITH A READER THAT DOES DIGITAL ART🏃‍♂️ 2.Can you write about TF141+König with an S/O what draws, animates, etc? I was thinking more digital art, but traditional is cool too. If you only wanna do one character, can it be Ghost? Thank you!

GN!reader, digital artist/painter!reader, established!relationship, civilian!reader, smut, 18+, MDNI, Sub!Male, Dom!reader

A/N: Some will be short...and you'll definitely notice who is my favourite on this one

As someone with the talent and skills to create art with your hands and a clean canvas, you always find yourself looking for a model. Thankfully, he is there now, in that position, just for you.

Price:

You mentioned before that you needed a model to help you with proportions for your art. Your strong and bulky boyfriend decided to be just the right model you needed. For months you and him work late at night, and he props himself up for you, wearing whatever you need to bring your ideas to life. The people who buy said art always admire how realistic your art looks, and how no other artist does what you do. And it's all thanks to him.

At the moment, he is on the sofa, dressed in a black suit, a collar around his neck, eyes looking at you, pleading for you. "Stay still, I have to get this angle." You sketch his body onto the canvas of your tablet. You had been teasing him since he woke up, vibrator to his sensitive cock. You had tied him up before this session, mainly because he kept touching himself for some release. Now, staying still and obeying was his punishment. And for him, it was the worst one so far.

"How...much...more...please..need-.." he said in between whimpers and moans. You approach, looking at him, taking in how needy he was being. You get down on your knees, and he moves a little only to find you sketching this position. He whines and closes his eyes, whimpers getting louder by the second. "Stay still or do I have to teach you another lesson?" The masochist in him wanted to be taught a lesson, "Please..please do" You grin, and slap his face lightly causing him to whimper in response. "Don't make any noise, I'm busy.." For an hour, he stayed still, cumming from just the way you teased and looked at him. For sure, this site would end up in someone's dungeon.

Gaz:

When he and you started to get more intimate and he'd make you look at what you and he were doing through the mirror, that's when you knew he had to be the model you'd use for your creations. It took time to mould him into who he is for you but it was all so worth it. Currently, he is leashed to your canvas' stand. Looking up at you, the bite marks and hickeys you had done hours prior still worn proudly on his neck. He was wearing nothing but the collar on his neck and the fishnets you made him wear. His face is slightly red from the heated makeout session you two had since he was a good boy for you.

Your paintbrushes colouring the canvas in front of you, he looked up at you. How sexy you looked when you were so focused on your art. You know he likes it when others watch as you fuck him. How well you can ride and how well he can listen to you. So, you brought a mirror into the art studio. Made him look at his reflection as you ride him, each time he would ruin a line in your art, it was another slap to his already abused face. Tears ran down his cheeks but a wide smile as he enjoyed the thought of how others would look at the canvas and see a moment where you once more made him yours.

Paintbrushes used to mess with his already-hardened nipples. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you to go faster, but you resisted, not wanting to ruin the creation you were making. Some paint smudged to his chest, your hand prints on them when you'd get carried away and ride him faster.

Soap:

He was the one who offered himself up, wanting to please you not just physically but visually. You had made him wear his kilt, war paint on as he spread his legs open for you. Hands in between his thighs, he leans forward, looking up at you with puppy eyes. You had been working with him in this position for too long now and all he needed was just some attention, physically. You knew you wanted this painting to feel more personal, needed a touch of yourself and him in it. So, you picked out the paints that were safe for the next activity you had in mind. You laid the cloth of a canvas on the floor and commanded him to go to it and get on his knees to wait for you.

Poured some of the safe paint on his chest, and you and he began to make out. The cloth filled with paint, art made from your bodies. By the time you and him were done paint was all over your bodies. He requested, as a reward, that you and him take a shower and if you wanted, he could also pose for you in the shower.

Ghost:

He loves to be your sub so when you mentioned that you needed a model for your art, he wanted to be the subject of all your attention. Currently, you have him tied up with leather ropes. A cock ring on him as you paint his position. He looks up at you with puppy eyes, his mask lifted only far up for you to see his lips. Every now and then, he closes his legs to get some friction, only to have his inner thighs spanked by you. He whimpers a little, asking for forgiveness since he knows what you will do to him after you are finished painting this position.

He looks at you, doe-eyed. "Please, please just touch me...just once." But you ignore his pleas. He shuts his eyes and begins to think of how you would touch him. That was the only way he could find some release while he was tied up. You look at the canvas, paint and figures finally making sense, and then you hear his loud moans and cries of pleasure. He was cumming at the thought of you, no one around to touch him, just his mind playing for him.

His whimpers were louder as he couldn't stop cumming, it all leaked everywhere, spurting out as he bucked his hips. "Oh...yes...oh..mmm." he moans. Leather leaking his own mess as you watched with a pleased smile.

König:

It all started with asking him for help in a position you weren't quite sure you knew how it worked or looked. He offered to help and now months later, he has become the man you please and base your art on. Tonight, you had a sudden idea, a man in a suit, touching himself as he wore some rather rougher ropes around his suit. König, is never opposed to the idea, he loves to listen to you and if he knows he can please you this way, then as your good submissive boy, he will obey. The tie he was wearing was now used as a choker that you pull any time he moans too loud.

When you finish sketching his position he looks at you, brows furrowed. "Can I please be touched now? I was a good boy...please" his voice soft, whimpers low. You stand up, the pen which you used to sketch his position in hand. You trail the cold pen along his skin, reaching his sensitive parts. He begins to move his hips, hoping you could go faster, to touch him sooner. Your hands are on his hip when his already hardened cock begins to throb, pre cum leaking as he looks at you. "Meine liebe, I'm so..." he moans. "I'm your messy boy..." he whimpers.

A/N: Maybe this was not part of the request...but a girl has her own needs...anyway..bye

[rv3rblog]

alpha!gaz courting you based on this and this :p

warnings: abo talk, possessive nature, smut ? phone sex

nsfw (ish) under the cut !! 18+ mdni !!

kyle is absolutely nervous when you first agree to the courting. he spends all night researching what is right for a courting gift even calls price asking him for advice.

it isn’t until he continues researching that he realizes, he’s been courting you all along and it throws him off.

he sits there, blinking at his computer screen and grumbles upset that he could’ve known this earlier if he was just a tad bit braver.

nonetheless, he shows up to your place that afternoon with flowers in his hands and some sweets.

he can smell your scent sweeten at the sight of him, like it always did and he can’t believe how dumb and oblivious he’s been.

he scents you as soon as you let him in.

“need you smelling like me daring, can’t have anyone thinking you’re free for the taking.”

he is SO possessive it’s insane.

always has a hand around your waist or shoulder. if his scent starts to weaken even slightly he pulls you into an alleyway and scents you (makes you scent him back, loves smelling like you)

a little bit more into the courting process he gives you some clothing for you to add to your nest.

he always did so, even before properly clothing you but now he just can without there being any reason.

he loves seeing how shy you get when your heat nears and you awkwardly ask him for something that smells strongly like him.

he shows up with his bed sheets, a part of him wanting to give you his briefs for you to smell him, his desire for you during your heat but decided against it.

he shows up a day before your heat is supposed to hit and scents you deeply, nipping at your scent gland which makes you whimper and almost beg him to stay to help you during your heat but you guys hadn’t talked about it yet so you dont.

you call him in a heat daze and whine into the phone as you touch yourself.

“want you alpha,” you whine breathlessly. “need your knot mmf- alpha please.”

he isn’t fully caught off guard but he stays on the line with you, helping you through your heat.

“my poor omega,” he coos.

you whine.

“what’s wrong omega?” he asks.

“want you- keep.. mmf fuck- keep thinking it’s you touching me but ‘m not-”

“your fingers aren’t enough aren’t they baby?”

you shake your head as you whine childishly.

“they can’t please you baby?” he says cockily.

under any normal circumstance you would’ve told him to quite it and stop being so cocky however, this wasn’t a normal circumstance.

“alpha.”

“my omega, so needy. you want my fingers baby?”

“mhm.”

“want me to stretch you for my knot? want me to slowly stretch you out with my cock don’t you darlin’ hm? need me that bad don’t you?”

he chuckles into the phone which makes you whine loudly.

“so needy. such a needy omega,” he coos. “i’d take you slowly. make you cum on my tongue before even fingering you. even then-” the breath he lets out is shaky. “i’d make you cum two, maybe three times before i feed you my cock.”

his words make you moan loudly, whining into your phone that you’re close. he keeps talking, urging you to cum. he praises you as you moan his name, moan for him.

he stays on the line as you fall asleep for now, your heat only just beginning.

[cloudofbutterflies92]

The underdog

A little moodboard that was requested by @chloekistune on Gaz because he deserves so much love 😌💕

[ll-bowman]

Lunch with the boys

CW: Found family, talks of murder and violence

The mess hall is bustling, and loud clinks of silverware and boisterous voices blend into a mess of noise. Aisling is sitting amongst her small family of comrades. A few faces are missing, and the circle of family is nearly complete. Her golden hair is slicked back into a low pony, and her fatigues are pressed and tidy as can be.

The borderline slop on the metal tray would be less appetizing if she wasn't completely knackered from running the new squad through drills. So she eats it fast, only looking up once the boys start conversing.

Ghost's large frame is easy to pick out coming towards their table. He looks tense. You wouldn't be able to tell normally, but once you're around someone so often, their mannerisms become second nature.

He drops heavily onto the bench across from her, metal tray clinking as it's dropped onto the table. It causes light conversation to halt as everyone at the table looks at him.

He sighs heavily rubbing the bridge of his nose over his mask. "I'm about to kill Private Reynolds." He says, voice gruff.

Aisling looks up from her meal, propping her chin on her propped up hands. "Is there a particular reason, or are you feeling extra murdery today?"

Ghost pulls his mask up to just above his nostrils and begins to eat the food on his tray. Taking a few bites, he continues. "I swear they don't teach these kids how to speak properly anymore. All 'yeahs' and no 'yes's'. It's driving me to the brink of killing them."

"You properly shouldn't kill someone ON base." Gaz says, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"That sounds a whole lot like ye are encouraging him to kill them OFF base." Soap says, scarfing down his food.

I wish duels were still a thing. Make the scamp think twice before "besmircing your honor." Aisling says, making air quotes with her fingers.

Ghost rubs his fingers over his stubble chin in a thinking gesture. "Well are we talking about only old guns or are we allowing fisticuffs?"

"If we're making this a worldwide thing you'd have to have options." Says Gaz.

"Well, I think there should be 4 options. Those old timey guns, swords/katanas, and of course, hand to hand." Aisling says before scooping another bunch of food into her mouth.

Soap stops eating and looks at Aisling with confusion. "Wait, you said 4, and that was only 3! What's the 4th option then?"

Aisling swallows and looks up with a completely neutral face before speaking.

"Beyblades of course."

The group breaks into different laughs. Soap full body laughing, Gaz sputters and nearly chokes on his tea, and Ghost, of course, shakes his head, but his mask shows a little smirk cracking across his lips.

It feels good to laugh with family.

[triplewdotgay]

I’m just thinking about cute Gaz that somehow, someway, always remembers??

He tries to act nonchalant, uncaring, but he isnt fooling anyone. Everyone knows that he memorised everyone’s important dates:

“Happy birthday; here’s your gift. What, you think I forgot?”

“Today’s your anniversary, innit? and you’re going with that suit?”

“Nothing happened right now. His mother died this same date, he’s grieving. I wouldn’t bother him.”

And everyone’s favourite’s things, even if at first it looks like he is paying zero attention:

“You told me you wanted that one -insert very specific thing I wont bother to write-, didn’t you? come on, have it, im giving it to you.”

“Happy anniversary, I made strawberry pie”

“I do know his top 15 movies. He was rambling about it for hours, you were there.”

Or any fears or triggers someone might have

Or anything that person has not tried yet Gaz just knows they’ll be obssesed with it

Or just about any allergies, warning other people and making sure nothing bad happens

and when anyone tries to point out, thank him for it, ask him about it, or anything else? he just brushes it off saying they are talking crazy. Or maybe, he would just send them a cheeky smile and depending on the person say something cheesy to which he will act like it’s a joke because he will be cringing at it later.

I imagine something similar for Ghost, but idk if to write about him.

(ty for reading and please correct any spelling mistakes!!)

[obsolescent]

This Side of Paradise - Part One

Part Two

Pairing: Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x GN!Reader

Summary: Kyle and you are roommates–flatmates–while you study abroad in the UK. He’s usually gone due to his work and it doesn’t bother you, at first. You like being alone and like little company, but you start to feel an odd pang after a traumatic event happens that causes him to come back from base early. 

Category/Prompt: Two-part series | "I'll take care of you."

Author's Notes: Ahhh I'm so excited to be participating in @glitterypirateduck's GazFest! I've been meaning to finish this and this has given me that push. This is also the first event I've participated in on Tumblr. I hope you enjoy!

Content Warnings: Swearing, mentions of a fire but not very descriptive, reader is from the southern US, reader is more introverted, Kyle is worried for your wellbeing.

Word Count: 1,267

Another night studying, another night alone. You don’t mind, being more on the reclusive side. You really don’t mind having to interact with others, you just prefer not to. Speaking of which, you quite enjoy having a roommate–flatmate, as he would say–that’s hardly home. He doesn’t correct you in a rude way, more like he’s trying to teach you to use more of the dialect here. He’s gone for months at a time every once in a while, typically it’s just a few weeks, then he’s back for a month and the cycle repeats. It has to do with the military, but that’s all he would say about his line of work. You have a part time job at a gas–petrol, he would correct you again–station. The cultural difference between home and here is a lot more than you were expecting, having been in America your whole life to suddenly being “across the pond.”

Though the interactions you have with people here are very amusing, the double takes when people hear you at work has you “hooting and hollering”, so to speak. Most ask for you to keep talking, interested in your accent. It’s led to a few good conversations, if you’re being honest. There’s a handful of some, though, who’ve heard you speak and think you’re dumber than a bag of rocks and let you know so. Those aren’t as amusing. Regardless, it’s been a pleasant experience overall while staying in the UK, especially with the one you’re rooming with.

Meeting Kyle was by chance. He had listed his…flat, on a website that helps students around the world find accommodation close to colleges and universities. You had seen in the listing that he wasn’t home often, and being more of an introvert, that seemed like the best option for you. You had reached out and agreed on a time to chat. He was more than what you were expecting in every which way. Charismatic, kind, funny, and definitely including looks. He’s a sight for sore eyes, that’s for sure. You’re glad he’s away for the most part, having someone around looking like that would surely be a distraction for you.

After that first initial conversation with Kyle, you were sure he would be the one you would be living with while studying abroad. After getting everything sorted out, between speaking with your advisor and obtaining a passport, you were set to fly out. Kyle practically demanded he pick you up and take you to your shared quarters, since the airport was quite a drive away from the apartment. He also mentioned wanting to show you around some. Ever the gentleman. Thankful for his offer at being a free tour guide, you take him up on the offer. You were glad to have met someone willing to help out and be so generous towards you, it was in his nature and you knew just by his interactions with you that he did this for everyone that came into his life.

Back to the present, it’s a Tuesday night, and there’s not much going on for you. After leaving work, you came home and made a quick dinner for yourself and settled down on the couch for a study session. You slide your earbuds in, unable to focus if it’s an actual song, and listen to sounds of nature, rain and the like. Hours have passed since you’ve immersed in your college work, sounds blaring through the speakers in your ears. You don’t realize the fire alarm has started blaring.

What finally gets you to notice is the sudden phone call that cuts the sounds out, a call from Kyle. He must’ve received an alert. “Hey–woah–I just noticed that–” “Bloody Hell! Are you still in the flat? Get outside! Christ!” You don’t even think, your brain going into panic mode, you snatch your shoes from beside the door and run for the stairs. You’re on the fifth floor, happy that you can see so much of the city, but not so happy in the event of a fire, like now. You’re not sure where the fire is located, you’re just hoping it won’t prevent you from reaching the exit. ‘What the hell would I even do if it is? Don’t think like that, just keep running, just keep going don’t think about it–’

“Are you there, love? You alright? Please say something–” Kyle’s frantic voice finally breaks through your internal monologue, earbuds still secured in your ears. “S-sorry, Kyle, I was just…I’m on my way down, I’m on the third floor now.” Your feet carrying you faster than you’ve ever ran before, you’re not seeing anyone else on the stairs…God, how long has the alarm been going off? What about the sprinkler system, why hasn’t it turned on already?’ “Thank God, it’ll be alright, just take some deep breaths and keep pushing, yeah? You’ll be outside before you know it. I’m right here with you.” His reassurance is welcomed, taking his advice, you begin some breathing exercises the best you can while scurrying down the flights of stairs.

Second floor, almost there. You feel like you’re flying down the steps, everything numb. You round the corner, about to hit the top step of the next flight when you see it. Fuck, that’s smoke. “K-Kyle, the fire, it’s on the second floor.” You begin to cough, covering your nose and mouth with your sleeve. “Fucking hell. Go back up to the previous floor. The hallway windows should have an external fire escape. Try those, yeah?” You nod your head even though he cannot see, trying to breathe like he told you to. You push the door open into the third floor’s hallway, the window to your right just a few feet away. You rush to it, having to yank on the window a few times before it pries open.

It’s one of those ladders that retracts, the end of it about 20 feet from the ground without the extension. You try releasing the mechanism that will release the other part to extend fully, but it won’t budge. You toss your shoes to the ground below, beginning to brace yourself to drop the rest of the way. “Did you get it?” You hear him ask, shuffling coming from his side of the call. “Y-yeah I got it, the ladder won’t extend all the way, fall’s maybe 20 feet.” “You can do it, love, just tuck your chin and lower your head when you drop. May be bruised and cut up some, but you’ll be alright, you can do it.” You get to the last rung, letting yourself dangle for a moment before taking the leap, literally. You take a deep breath and let go.

You hit the ground with an explosion of pain in your left arm. Letting out a cry of pain you hold onto your arm, moving other limbs in different directions to check their conditions. Kyle yells your name, “Hey! I need you to answer me, are you alright? What’s wrong?” Kyle cuts through the fuzziness in your brain. “F-Fuck. My arm, I think I broke it.” You begin to stand on shaky legs, testing the rest of your endurance. You falter and collapse to the ground, absolutely exhausted. The adrenaline must have worn off now that you’re no longer in immediate danger.

You lay your head back against the concrete, staring up at the night sky. The moon is bright and beautiful, hanging low. It’s the last thing you see before you slip into unconsciousness, Kyle calling your name over and over again lost to oblivion.

Tags: @sofasoap, since you tag me in your Gaz fics!

[justpearlysworld]

gaz coming to your apartment at some random time in the early am with those puppy dog eyes just asking to be cuddled

sorry for the late post nonnie!! i was cleaning my house for thanksgiving 😞 hope you enjoy!!🐻‍❄️

gaz coming to your apartment for cuddles

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being gaz’s girlfriend meant that you were subject to his puppy dog eyes all the time. not that you minded at all! your boyfriend was such a kindhearted and hardworking man, it was impossible to say no to him

unfortunately, he was deployed a lot so you knew that any and all time spent with him was limited and you needed to make the most of it! like your current scenario now

he had recently signed another contract that would have him gone for about three months and you weren’t looking forward to that reality. you could handle being away from him, sure! but did that make it any less hard? no!

you huffed out a sigh and shut the door to your bed room.

‘11:30’ your clock read

you plugged your phone in and and shut the light off. you turned your phone back on to see a goodnight text from gaz sent about 5 minutes ago.

- “goodnight angel ❤️ i’ll text you in the morning”

your heart skipped a beat and you responded.

- “goodnight kyle <33 i love you so much!!”

you shut your phone off and and turned over and let sleep envelope you.

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a large weight was present on your chest that was constricting your breathing. you quickly sat up and looked around. maybe you were having a heart attack? or a nightmare?

‘3:57’ your clock read

you turned to the other side of the bed to find a massive lump under the blanket. you slowly pulled the blanket over the figure. to your surprise (and relief) it was gaz.

- “kyle? what how did you get in?”

gaz turned over and smiled at you. he let his arms snake around your waist and let his head fall into your lap. you ran your hands over his back.

- “sorry love. i used that spare key you gave me a few weeks ago. i just really needed to see you.”

- “at four in the morning? how long have you been here?”

- “for maybe 45 minute. i’m sorry baby.”

your heart melted at his dejected tone and you let your hands cup his cheeks. even in the dark, you could tell he was looking at your with those puppy dog eyes that were full of pure love and adoration. you planted a small kiss on his forehead.

- “it’s ok! i was just confused. i’m so glad you’re here though”

it was his turn to kiss you now. he sat up so he was on his knees and engaged you in a deep kiss. he put his hand up to your head and was caressing you soothingly. you hummed into to kiss.

he lied back down and let his head fall into your chest. he took a deep breath and tightened his grip around your waist. you gave him a small sleepy kiss and let your head fall back into the pillow.

-“i love you gaz.”

- “i love you too, angel.”

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(a/n): this was so fluffy and so full of love I CANT

[konigsblog]

orla can we get some more gaz head cannons? i love the last one you wrote about him be a munch!

i think i read this wrong and thought you were asking for head headcannons with gaz... 💦

// weed use, female and male reader

gaz LOVES a blowjob. whether he's receiving or giving. he adores when you're sloppy, making a mess around his cock, drooling all over his balls and sucking at them while he gazes down at you lazily.

he especially loves when you suck him off while you're both high out your mind. your eyelids heavy and your scleras tinted pink, giving him hungry eyes as you wrap your swollen lips around his thick, veiny shaft! you moan around him, fucking your fingers into yourself and licking a stripe up from his heavy balls to his weeping, wet tip.

gaz sucks dick like a pro too :( holding your cock by the base and sucking you off while forcing you to maintain eye contact. he definitely spits all over your cock, groaning out and squeezing your balls when your eye contact begins withering. slapping your balls for looking away !!!

and kyle absolutely loves eating you out! he's a total munch and won't stop until he's pussy drunk and babbling; sucking at your clit and holding your thighs tightly, gripping at your flesh and pinning your hips down against the mattress.

lapping his hot, wet tongue over your slit, collecting your sweet juices – the nectar, the honey, addicted to your scent and your arousal pooling at your cunt!!!

[blingblong55]

Little workout- 141

Although reader is not a SAS soldier, they are still pretty good enough to be apart of 141. Ghost invites reader to train with him and the others.

at the beginning it was nice and calm

-9 Minutes into it-

R/n: that was horrible!

Reader starts to take off shirt and then their trousers

R/n: I'm going to die

Ghost who is just staring at them:.....

R/n, out of breath: I'm so tired

R/n, laying on the ground; everything hurts!

Soap has been recording the whole thing from a safe distance.

Gaz and Price are trying to get reader up, but every time they try, reader slips from their fingers and back to the ground.

[rv3rblog]

continuing my alpha!gaz rambling but this is when he calls you that one night that made the whole domino effect.

imagine 141 in the background, trying to get his phone away from him because he confided in them that he isn't courting you yet.

all you hear is some men screaming muffled and gaz giggling as he gets away from them.

you hear him shoot over his shoulder that he's going to talk to his pretty omega.

you see him close the door and his face is in clear view now. he's smiling a little silly, giggling as he lays on his bed.

the first couple of sentences he tells you are muffled, you don't know what he's telling you. you ask him to speak up and he does.

"miss you.. my pretty omega."

it honestly catches you off guard.

"really like when you send me things with your scents, lets other omegas know i'm taken."

you try to laugh it off but the way he's looking at you let's you know he's dead serious and it makes you shiver.

"like your scent, so sweet. 's why i call you my sweet omega sometimes you know?"

"kyle."

"mm? i miss you love, miss my omega."

it never truly escaped you how kyle would add my to anything he called you. it was a claim, possessive.

(and alphas were known for being possessive.)

you let yourself relish in the possessiveness, not daring to let go of the little bubble of what could be.

"miss you too kyle."

he grumbles under his breath and you see him shifting around to get comfortable on his bed. he looks back at you with such softness, so much adoration.

"miss your scent," he tells you. "your pillow case doesn't smell like you anymore."

he's whining, a pout on his face as if someone took away his favorite cap.

"i can send you another one."

"mhm, please. miss your scent pretty, wanna scent you. need all the other alphas to know you belong to me. wanna smell like you too."

“you’re drunk kyle,” you whisper softly.

“not that drunk darlin’ trust me, ‘m know what i’m saying.”

you shake your head softly, not fully believing him but deciding against telling him again.

“my sweet omega, my omega.”

“mm?”

“we get a leave soon darlin’ after this,” he tells you softly. “get to see you real soon.”

“that’s good kyle,” you reply. “i missed you a lot.”

“mhm? i missed you too darlin’ god, i missed you too much,” he rambles. “miss scenting you, did you know that? like it when you smell like me.”

you smiled softly at him.

“my sweet darlin’ yeah?”

alpha’s and their possessiveness.

“always yours kyle.”

“good.”

the two of you fell asleep on the phone, soft breathing getting picked up through the mics. the next morning you wake up to a text message.

i’ll see you by the end of the week love

[avianii]

MY HANDS. ARE SHAKIMG

WE GOT THE GUY. ONLY TOOK LIKE...2 HOURS BUT WE GOT HIM

@kazanskys-mitchell @alygatorcrocodile we are literally so pro

[mockerycrow]

Roommate has what Simon calls an "aggressive mother hen" instinct and he very much doesn't want her getting attached to his friends for obvious reasons. That ends up happening anyway. One night while at dinner, she hears someone say something awful about Gaz and it takes three of them to keep her from jumping down their throat. "DON'T YOU TALK ABOUT MY BABY KYLE LIKE THAT- Simon, put me down!"

(warning; i use gender neutral pronouns in my writing unless there’s specified pronouns beforehand. i’m using she/her in this, but everything else is usually they/them!!)

You’re absolutely furious, ready to shred whoever said that apart. You stand up, raising your voice, shouting, “Why don’t you mind your own fuckin’ business, huh??” And you’re about to walk over to that person, but Gaz grabs your arm, laughing nervously. “No need to do that, yeah?”

And then it’s Soap who grabs onto you next, doing a “cut it out” motion at the guy who was insulting Gaz, and finally, Ghost grabs onto you and lifts you back to your seat, silently cursing that he even introduced you to his team