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sky-is-the-limit · 5 months

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Ah, Kyle Garrick and his filthy mouth.

You'd never expect it, really. A man with such a collected demeanour, silent but lethal and always so put together, to open his mouth and get your panties transparently wet within seconds.

The moment he'd pick up your weakness for his mellifluous voice, he'd take advantage of it. It would be shameless and obscene how he wouldn't care who was around or if you were in public. A perfect balance between praise and degradation.

He'd get off of the idea that he could get you squirming and desperate in plain sight, trying your best to appear nonchalant to his hypnotic timbre dripping like honey in your ear and yet always failing to conceal it from him.

It would always start with a sweet compliment, a hand on your waist to keep you close, his fingertips playing with the hem of your dress, like a predator messing around with his prey before finding the perfect moment to attack.

"You look so beautiful tonight, love. Can't wait to have that lipstick smudged all over my cock later on." He'd take his sweet time, caressing your bare thighs and trail his hand higher and higher until he could feel the slick soaking up the soft material.

All the gasps and whines for him to be discreet would only fuel his desire even more, chuckling and mocking your attempts at keeping it together like it'd be a contest of who would break first.

"Ah, don't act all shy now with me, darling. Afraid your colleagues will find out what a good, obedient little slut you are for me?" It'd be the gentle touches, really. He'd take his sweet time covering every inch of naked skin before him, feeling your skin all hot and bothered under his touch, soft kisses on your neck and his eyes swallowing you whole.

"You know what you have to do, baby. Just say the word." Please. That's all it would take for him to drag you to the nearest bathroom and bend you over the sink so he'd have you staring at your reflection in the mirror. Hair dishevelled, your tits bouncing out of your dress and Kyle with his hand around your throat, pounding into you merciless.

The movements would get too intense, too fast. All because he'd take your attempts to keep quiet as a challenge. "Too much- Kyle-" Too skilled for your own good. His long fingers stroking your clit, his hand occasionally leaving your neck to pinch and massage your sensitive nipples and hips slamming against yours to ruin what took you almost two hours to put together.

"It's not too much if you can still talk, right angel?" That would be his favourite result. Your inability to think straight, just incoherent words falling out your mouth while you taste the saltiness of the tears smudging your mascara. He'd relish in fucking you dumb.

"Now, fucking take it like the good little whore you are."

#a lil appreciation for Elliot's voice driving me fucking insane whenever i play mw1 #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick smut #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x you #gaz smut #gaz x reader #kyle garrick #cod #cod smut #call of duty #task force 141 #141 x reader #tf 141 #captain price smut

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meowpupp · 2 months

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as a thank you for hitting 1k followers, and an apology for my absence, I would like to share my take on poly!141.

poly141! x recruit!reader. 1.5k words. mentions of sex, although no smut. yet.

you're a sweet little thing. smart as a whip, nerdy, and confident. having spent most of your post highschool graduate years studying, youve acquired numerous impressive qualifications. while most people your age in university were out partying, getting blind drunk, hooking up, you were studying.

a tech genius. that's what laswell had sold you as to price. he had been hesitant to allow any new members at all, especially ones so young. and yet, taskforce 141 sees two new additions. the newest little tech genius who's climbing quickly through the ranks, and another soldier. someone by the name of roach.

at first, you weren't amused. as a woman in the military, your life was already difficult enough. being assigned to an all male taskforce felt like your worst nightmare. but after some convincing from laswell, and realizing this would be the fastest way to make a name for yourself, you sign the papers.

your first week is smooth, albeit awkward. you and the other new recruit, roach, get along fairly well. he's funny, a little dorky, but obviously skilled. he isn't as intimidating as the others, being almost as young as you. you find yourself gravitating to him often, often staying up late together, eating meals together, and even training together. you make quick friends.

and so, it's only natural that you both end up becoming… closer. late night talks turn into makeouts, and makeouts turn into grinding. it's somewhat clumsy however… as if the two of you can quite place the power dynamics.

the others, however, are much more of a challenge to get along with. you're cautious, aware these men have been in this business much longer than you. the four of them- price, ghost, gaz, and soap- are a power unit. it takes weeks for you to find your place within the team.

price tries to be welcoming, although it doesn't quite work. there's this sense of authority and power around him that makes you feel small, almost submissive. his gruff voice sends shivers down your spine each time he speaks over comms, panties growing wet each time he gives you a direct order.

it's almost as if he knows, whispering your name rather than your military nickname. his voice sounds almost seductive. it makes you feel like a pervert, imagining him growling in your ear each time you get off.

price has a way of always remaining in control and not just with you. the power dynamics within the task force are subtle yet well established. there seems to be a chain of command that follows their ranks. price on top, then ghost, then gaz and soap. you notice how they all drop casual innuendos, their affection for each other, corssing over the boundary of just friendliness.

ghost barely looks, let alone, speaks to you for the first month. you're unsure if he even likes you. on the field, he's sharp and alert. you occasionally hear him share banter with the others, but never feel brave enough to join in. the man is intimidating, almost three times your size, a quiet sort of confidence and dominance that follows him around. he's the one you train with most often.

ghost is ruthless. he slams you into the matt, somehow always ending up between your thighs, his big hands holding them apart and pinning you down. you can't help but memorise the sight. your Lieutenant, panting, slightly sweat as he holding you in such a lewd position, glaring down at you.

it's your favourite fantasy to think about late at night as you touch yourself, unaware that the walls are so thin that ghost himself hears you whimper his name. he strokes himself in time with the slick noises of your cunt, imagining how desperate you must look.

gaz isn't intimidating, per say. he isn't distant like ghost or unapproachable like price. the man has such a casual confidence and arrogance around him. he's the first to speak to you, ask you about yourself. throughout your career, you've met many military soldiers. most the men fit into two categories, misogynistic dicks who don't believe you have a place within the ranks, or disgusting perverts who want a quick fuck (most of them have wives, even kids.) but gaz is refreshing. he fits into neither.

he often starts conversations with you. asking questions and truly listening as you speak. little do you know he records each one, saving them for when he's alone late at night. something about the way you speak, your tone, the quiet rasp or accent, it makes him stupidly hard. he's not above recording you while you workout, standing just close enough to capture each huff and grunt as you lift. it's those recordings that get him off the quickest, wondering how whiny youd sound if he held a vibrator to your clit, didnt let up until you were crying and covered in slick.

and soap. the man is difficult for you to read. your first impression is that he's one of those men who fit into the ‘misogynistic asshole’ category. apart from your initial meeting, he practically ignores you.

you can tell its not deliberate. he just seems more immersed in the natural, pre-established dynamic of the taskforce. the one that doesn't include you. it takes a while, but after a month or two, your interactions become more common.

he turns out to be very respectful- even helpful. due to your background in tech, you skipped a few ranks when you joined. soap helps you in the shooting range. standing behind you, body pressing into yours from behind, correcting your posture before you fire.

you even create games with each other. he gives you little quizzes. theyre normally about gun components, military jargon, or even field upgrades. with each quiz he promises a ‘reward.’

its embarrassing whenever you blush and grow wet when he says it. the rough growl of his voice, combined with the accent he has, all makes you dizzy. you don't even notice how he plays it up, practically purring out the word, smirking as you squirm, making sure to graze his fingertips over your hot skin.

it's obvious that after a month or two, that roach is significantly more acclimated than you. it feels unfair. your relationship with each member is steadily growing, yet something about how roach interacts with them is so different. it's like you're missing a puzzle piece.

it isn't until one night when you're venting your frustration that roach reveals the reason he's clicked with them so quickly.

“It's like an initiation,” he smirks, eyes flicking away from you, “think of it kind of like…. hazing.” his eyes are almost predatory as he meets yours again, so unlike the goofy persona he usually has, “if you like, I could speak to price. they have started to discuss inviting you in.”

it's as if everything made sense now. it wasn't your fault. it was another case of discrimination, you being left out because you didn't fit into their stupid boys club.

ever since that conversation with roach, you have become frustrated, irritable, and short with them all. you fulfilled all your required tasks but refused to engage with them any further. denying invites to the pub, ignoring gaz when he tried to speak, training alone, no longer asking soap for help.

after about a week of this, price calls you to his office.

a sick sense of unease and anxiety settles in your gut. the man is so intimidating, and this surely wasn't a positive meeting. you've never been in a position like this. all throughout school, you were a grade A student, and within your years in the military, you've always maintained basic respect and politeness. you've never been in trouble with a CO.

when you step into his office, however, all your expectations are subverted. price sits at his desk, smoking a cigar. roach leans against it next to him. the two of them are speaking lowly.

price notices you first. his eyes carry an emotion you haven't seen before. lust. he's staring at you as if you're some sort of prey. with a smirk, he blows out a large puff of smoke. it curls around him, only making him more intimidating.

“if you were feeling excluded, sweetheart, you should've made me aware.” he leans back in his chair. suddenly, the room feels so small, your body getting hot, “id be more than happy to include you.”

roach walks towards you, guiding you further into the office. he doesn't let you sit, however, instead standing behind you, hands groping your hips. his fingertips slip under your shirt, brushing the sensitive skin of your stomach.

he kisses your neck, “price wants to see how pretty you are,” his hands slide further up, taking your shirt off, “let's give him a show, yeah?”

cont.

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wishfuldivine · 4 months

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IM FUCKING FUMING. The fact that Activision leaves Gaz out of their 141 battle pass is insane. ABSOLUTELY FUCKING INSANE. Price, Ghost, and Soap are there. They can bring DEAD Soap back. But WHERE THE FUCK IS GAZ?! And don't even get me started on the fact that Farah and Valeria are THERE?! BEFORE GAZ?! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.

They're NOT hiding it anymore. The underappreciation and blatant disrespect towards Gaz and Elliot Knight as a whole is insufferable. And it's not helping their case that it's during BHM.

And no offense, but whoever gets angry over my post, I quite frankly don't give a fuck. As a Gaz stan, im super DONE and in the right to get ANGRY when he gets excluded on EVERYTHING.

#kyle gaz garrick #john price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #call of duty #cod #cod mw3 #farah karim #valeria garza #IM SO DONE WITH THIS SHIT MAN #GAZ NEEDS TO BE APPRECIATED

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dragonnarrative-writes · 3 months

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Really Good Neighbors

NSFW under the cut

CW: 18+, f!reader, embarrassment, dead batteries, mentions of falling in the shower, oral and manual stimulation (reader receiving)

It hadn’t even been a bad day. Tiring, sure. A bit tedious. It wasn’t until you dropped your keys as you were trying to unlock your door that you realize you’re on the verge of tears. You stare down at them for a beat that turns into three.

“You good?

The voice startles you. You look up and see Kyle, one of your favorite neighbors, at his own door. He must have arrived home from a deployment, but you didn’t know he was back. He always looks good, but right now he looks good-good, skin glowing and hair freshly cut, so he’s been home at least a day.

Kyle has always been really nice to you. Always helping to carry your groceries when he’s in town. Flirty, in a young and confident and kind of pushy way, but sweet, too. He’s invited you to the roof for “wine dates” so often that you actually bought some string lights to decorate. He’s never done more than buzz a kiss against your cheek, so you know it’s just good fun. You’re glad he’s back. Maybe you’ll invite him up to the roof this weekend.

The curious look on his face gets a bit concerned and you realize that you’ve missed your cue to answer.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” you say, with a smile that doesn’t feel at all convincing. “Just… you know. A long day. Work is… yeah. You know?”

He gives you an easy grin. “Yeah, I get it. You need anything?”

“An uncomplicated orgasm, a nap, and a burger,” you say before you can stop yourself. It’s the mantra that’s gotten you through the day. As soon as it’s out of your mouth you want to die. “Oh, god, please ignore me. I’m so sorry.”

He cracks up, which you guess is not the worst reaction he could have. You dive for your keys and unlock your door as quickly as you can. You toss him a little wave before retreating into your apartment.

The first order of business is a shower, to wash off the frustration and embarrassment. Of course, you only realize you’re out of the good body wash after you’re already under the water. Which is fine until you realize that you also forgot to grab a towel. You do an awkward waddle to the laundry and grab a towel for your body, and shamefully mop up your drippings using and hand towel and your feet. At least your hair isn’t wet - a single towel will get the job done.

After toweling off and lotioning, you discover that your favorite sex toy isn’t charged, and you forgot to put batteries in the backup. The cord to the plug in is on the fritz and you haven’t had the money to replace it. So you have to dig up the third runner up. The simple bullet vibrator turns on, thank god. It’s not the best, but it'll have to do. So you retrieve another towel to lay out on the bed and get ready for an indulgent evening.

As you scroll through your favorite site to find something just right, you feel like maybe today doesn’t have to suck. In fact, as you cue up one of your favorite videos, you sigh out almost all of the tension in your body.

And then the batteries in the vibrator die.

You feel like screaming and throwing something. Unfortunately, the thing you throw is the toy, which clatters against the wall, falls behind the bed, and starts buzzing away as if to mock you. You grab a pillow and yell into it long and hard before going to fish it out from under the bed.

You try really hard not to think of the fact that you share this wall with Kyle. Hopefully he was heading out and not coming home.

A knock on your door, just as you’ve finally caught the damn thing and turned it off startles you. You spin in place for a moment, caught between the urge to answer the door, the realization that you’re still naked, and needing to wash your hand and the dusty vibrator.

You throw the vibrator in the bathroom sink and rinse your hand before grabbing the still damp towel from the rack and wrapping it around yourself. Another knock makes you put on a burst of speed and wrench the door open. “Yeah, sorry, what?”

Kyle is on the other side of the door, hand raised to knock again. Behind him, a very tall, very muscular blond man blinks down at you. He’s vaguely familiar - a friend of Kyle’s you’ve only seen in passing. You can tell he’s smirking even behind his black surgical mask.

“Just wanted to check and see if you were okay,” Kyle says, giving you an obvious once over. You're very aware that your towel is not bath-sheet sized and you’re flashing a lot of skin. “Kind of sounded like you were having a hard time, thought you might have fallen in the shower.”

“Nope!” you exclaim. When the blond’s eyes scan you from head to toe, you kind of wish you had. “All good! Thanks!”

“What place?” The huge blond man asks. He pulls his phone out of his pocket.

You answer with an ever intelligent, “What?”

“You said you want a burger earlier. What place did you want the burger from?”

You feel your face flush. “Oh, you heard that? No, it’s okay. I don’t-”

Kyle interrupts. “Hey, you’re having a real rough day. Simon and I can treat my favorite neighbor to dinner.”

“The place doesn’t deliver here,” you say, helplessly. “Really, it’s fine.”

“Didn’t ask if they deliver, love,” says the blond giant named Simon. His brown eyes are amused when they meet yours. “Just asked where.”

Your legs are quickly getting cold in the breeze from the hall. That has to be why your knees are suddenly shaky. “Lucky Chip?”

Kyle grins. “Perfect. Love that place. You like the El Chapo, right? Side of garlic aioli?”

“Why do you know that?” you ask helplessly.

Simon finishes whatever he’s doing on his phone and glides away on long legs. His back is so broad, you’re not sure how you managed not to see him if he was around earlier. Over his shoulder, he says, “Back in a tick.”

“Copy,” Kyle answers. He grins at you. “An orgasm, you said? Just the one?”

“What?” You’re saying that a lot today.

Kyle’s smile is gorgeous as he leans his shoulder against the door jam. “Simon’s getting you your burger. I’m offering you that uncomplicated orgasm.”

Maybe you did fall in the shower. Bouncing your head off of the tile is the only way you can explain your brain coming up with this scenario. “You want… to have sex?”

“I want to eat you out and finger your cunt until you’re nice and relaxed,” Kyle purrs. His grin gets wider when you blush and stammer at him. “Then, you’re taking a nap. Simon’ll be back with your burger. After that, you let us know. He definitely wants a taste, though.”

All you can manage is, “What the fuck?”

“If you’re not into it, I can leave you alone,” Kyle assures you. He leans closer and takes the hand that you’re using to brace against the door jam. He brings it up and brushes his lips against your knuckles. "Won’t mention it again. I’ll be a perfect gentleman. But we’ve been playing this flirting game for almost a year now, so I’m pretty sure you want it.”

“Of course I want to! But-! You’re… I’m not-!” You grope for words and finally settle on, “I’m really not at my best.”

“Not real fussed about that right now, babes. I’ll take you on a proper date tomorrow night if you like. For right now,” he leans in, uses your hand to draw you close. “I just want to see if you taste as good as I imagine.”

Kyle kisses like he knows what he wants. One hand cradles your chin as he guides you a few steps backward into your apartment. The hand holding yours draws your arm up over his shoulder, and then his hands are everywhere. You have just a moment to realize what’s going to happen before your towel falls. Kyle groans into your mouth. His hands are gentle but firm where they glide over your curves. And then he takes a handful of your love handles in his palm and moans.

His hand catches your chin as he stares in your eyes. “Couch or bed?”

It takes you a moment to understand. “Bed?”

“Let’s go, then,” he practically growls. He turns you with his grip on your hip and slaps your ass. You jump. And then he’s herding you down the hall. He doesn’t waste any time pushing you up against the wall to kiss, though you half expect him to. He does, however, crowd you down against the bed with kisses until you’re on your back under him, legs spread around his hips.

His body feels even better than you’d ever imagined it would under your hands. Even through his clothes, he’s muscular. You can feel the power in his triceps as he braces himself over you. Which makes sense, but you never thought you’d ever experience his strength firsthand.

He pulls away to pant against your mouth. “Can feel you starting to think. Guess I’d better distract you.”

Before you can ask “what?” for the umpteenth time, his lips are on your neck. The contrast between the gentleness of his hands against your ribcage and the sucking kisses on your neck makes you moan.

It’s been a long time since your body felt this lit up, this quickly. Just minutes ago, you’d been sure the universe was conspiring against you. Now, you’re gasping and moaning and too caught up to be embarrassed. Every time you think you’re getting more control of yourself, he surprises another sound from you.

He doesn’t spend much time on your chest. A quick kiss to each nipple, and then he’s making his way down your stomach with kisses and bites. His hands are firm and keep you from squirming away when he buries his face in your stomach for a moment.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he says as he slides off the side of the bed and onto his knees. “Swear, the thought of you got me through this last deployment. Can’t-”

Whatever he was going to say is lost because he practically dives into you. His mouth would be too much, too fast any other time. Right now, though? It’s exactly what you need. He’s a bit too preoccupied to comment on how wet you already are, thank goodness. At the same time, his appreciative groans and the obscene sounds his mouth makes against you are so loud that your ears burn.

When he latches onto your clit and works his tongue against it, you almost levitate off the bed. Your hands grab onto both sides of his head. “Kyle!”

He pulls away just long enough to ask, “Fingers?”

All you can do is nod. His lips are back on you before your head can fall back onto the bed. He presses two fingers into you, carefully at first, then all at once when your body opens for him. He thrusts a couple of times, but switches to massaging your g-spot with immediate accuracy. You don’t even have time to think, Holy shit!, before your orgasm is rushing up on you.

You expect him to pull away completely. Instead, he eases you down from your peak with gentle kisses. He’s whispering something you can’t hear over the rushing in your ears. All you can do is pant at the ceiling.

The force of it knocks the breath out of you. You’re pretty sure you wheeze something along the lines of wait, or god, or Kyle! For his part, he keeps groaning as he rides out your writhing. His tongue doesn’t stop, his fingers just keep going until you’re frantically tapping at his hair, his hands, struggling for breath enough to ask him to let up.

He stands to smile down at you, facial hair wet with you. You realize that your eyes are having trouble focusing. “You alright, beautiful?”

A full body shiver has you clenching on the fingers that are still inside of you. Words escape you, so you hum an affirmative. And then yawn so hard your jaw cracks.

Kyle just laughs. “Oh, yeah, you need that nap.”

“Sorry,” you whisper.

“No, babes, nothing to be sorry about,” he says, gently extracting his hand from between your legs. He hushes you as you whine and lifts your legs to get you settled on the bed. Then he climbs in beside you. “There, that’s better. Just need to be taken care of tonight, huh? Had a rough week?”

Sex doesn’t always make you emotional, but now you’re blinking back tears. Your voice is wobbly when you say, “Y-eah.”

“I know babes, I know,” he says, pressing a wet kiss to your temple. “Let’s have a cuddle, and you can take a nap. I’ll wake you for dinner. Won’t have to worry about anything.”

You’re asleep before he can finish talking.

#dragonnarrativewrites fanfiction #gaz appreciation nation #manic pixie dream ghost #kyle gaz garrick smut #really good neighbors #poly 141 x reader

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lucifer-2-electric-boogaloo · 3 months

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guys………

#gaz nation RISE #kyle gaz garrick #gaz cod #gaz appreciation #cod #call of duty

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octopiys · 28 days

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Uischefhuaraithe

(a sneak peek)

Uischefhuaraithe: The feel of coolness that you find only within water. The push and pull that the current ebbs into your very being, chills you not to the touch, but to the core. The calm of the shore, versus the thrash of the waves. A gentle stream against the rapids of a long flowing river. A quiet mind, a still body. Long before, and long after, the feeling exists, flowing like fallen rain through a hand. The word originates in Irish, a Celtic word, with no proper one worded definition. Later than now, poets will use this word as a feeling, a description of something they know not how to explain. Perhaps, one day, they’ll use it in songs. Or the word will be lost in time. For now, it is not a feeling, not a mindset. It is not a concept. It is nothing more than a word, in the literal sense. Isn’t it wonderful how words can change to mean so much more?

Potential.

According to a particular knight of the royal guard, the Prince has none. Kyle Garrick, as we would refer to this knight, has been a part of the guard since he was none but a squire, a trainee. A sword thrust into his hand, greatness pushed upon his shoulders. He would be nothing more than a painting, buried beneath dust and time, when the far future comes, but now, he is flesh and blood. He is warm, and real, and kind. He is human, as most things are. As human as they come. He has never been so alive.

Ser Garrick despises this prince. Despite the few months of difference in age, the prince is immature. He is selfish, and pampered, and arrogant. He doesn’t fight, in a kingdom that has been built upon war, he doesn’t learn, in a kingdom that is prized for its education, and he most certainly doesn’t hunt, not for one who must learn to provide. He is everything that a prince should not be. He is warm, and real, and flesh, and blood. He is human. He is you.

He has never been so alive.

Here's a sneak peek of something I've been working on!!! This is going to be a... well, kind of an enemies-to-lovers starring male/masc!reader/Kyle Garrick. It takes place in a universe similar to ttfoor, time period wise, (medieval era, historically accurate, with a few tweaks).

There's a lot more that happens under the surface than from what Gaz seems from his role as the prince's knight, and it takes him a hot minute to figure it out. I've never written an enemies to lovers before but I'm really excited!!!!

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #captain john price #modern warfare 2 #alejandro vargas #john soap mactavish #cod mw2 #alerudy #rodolfo parra #kyle 'gaz' garrick #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #kyle garrick x reader #male reader #gaz cod #gaz appreciation #gaz x reader #incorrect quotes

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