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n0cturna1-m3 · 7 months

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Hot & Heavy | Bottom! Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Top! Male Reader | Smut

Minors/Fem DNI

Request(s); "Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick with sounding, praise, and breeding if you don't mind 😃..." and "...Could you write sounding and edging a tied up Gaz. I need to make that man beg and whimper..."

Warnings; Sounding (DO NOT LOOK IT UP IF U DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS! JUST DONT READ THIS FIC!! MOVE ON!), hand jobs, anal fingering, anal sex, cream pie, bareback, withheld orgasm, little bit of praise, this is probably bad im sorry

Synopsis; there isnt even a plot man just read the warnings

A/N; haha... sorry for ... not writing in 6 months or whatever.... im back now though! right..? ...

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Kyle sighed and shuffled in his place on the bed. his arms were tied above him, wrists secured to the headboard, and back flush to the mattress. Y/N was settled between his legs and holding his bare hips while kissing at his neck, sucking dark hickeys onto the smooth skin.

“Hurry up,” he whispered, desperately wriggling in place. Y/N snickered and sat up, adjusting his hands to hold Kyle’s thighs instead.

He looked stunning all strung up, muscles stretched from the irregular position. His eyebrows were furrowed in frustration, his face burning from desire.

“What do you want me to do?” Y/N asked. Kyle groaned with exasperation. He was hard and leaking against his stomach from nothing more than kissing and light touches that only grazed the places he wanted them.

“Anything,” he pleaded.

“Anything?” Kyle swallowed thickly but nodded. “Okay.”

Y/N smiled before climbing off the bed to gather a few items. Kyle watched him with a twinge of curiosity.

When he returned to where he was previously sitting with a bottle of lube and a small case, Kyle curled a brow. “What the hell is that?”

“You can say no,” Y/N said. He could tell Kyle was intrigued by the way he pursed his lips and eyed the case, silently waiting to see what was inside. Y/N unzipped it and opened it before tilting it so that Kyle could see its contents.

His immediate reaction was that of mild disgust, raising an eyebrow and scrunching his nose. His Upper lip pulled at one corner showing his teeth.

“Is that what I think it is?”

Y/N sheepishly nodded. He was embarrassed now. He shouldn't have brought it up. It was a foolish idea. Kyle’s expression softened as he looked at Y/N’s face and he sighed.

“We can try it.” Y/N perked up and stared at Kyle, trying to read him to make sure he wasn’t teasing him.

“Are you sure?” he asked. He was hesitant. He wouldn’t want to pressure Kyle into doing something he didn’t want to do.

Kyle shrugged as best as he could with his arms bound above his head.

“I’ll try anything once,” he said. Y/N beamed and leaned forward, kissing him on the lips before pulling away.

“Thank you.” Y/N set the case aside before placing his hands on Kyle’s abdomen. He dipped his head into the crook of Kyle’s neck and began placing kisses on the soft skin, all the while running his hands up and down his torso.

Kyle sighed and rolled his head to the other side, allowing a broader space for Y/N to mouth. Y/N inhaled deeply. The smell of Kyle’s cologne drove him mad. Everything about him did.

Y/N moved one of his hands down Kyle’s stomach, grazing his skin with his fingertips before wrapping his hand around Kyle’s cock. The latter groaned and rolled his hips up into Y/N’s hand. His desperation for touch was finally being fulfilled.

Pre-cum dripped from the slit of Kyle’s dick, the liquid beading on the tip before being swept away by Y/N’s thumb brushing over the sensitive head. He nipped at Kyle’s neck one last time before pulling away.

Grabbing the lune, Y/N popped the cap and poured a generous amount into the palm of his hand before setting it aside again. He reached for the case and pulled the thinnest of the rods from it, then placed it in his wet palm to lubricate it. Kyle watched nervously.

“Shouldn’t you use one of the, uh, smooth ones?” he asked. The rod Y/N had chosen was ribbed with a ring at the end, which made him anxious.

“This one will hold the lube in it better, make it a smoother process,” he replied. Y/N looked up and met Kyle’s gaze. He chewed his lip for a moment before leaning down to kiss him softly. “It won’t hurt, I promise.”

Kyle nodded.

Y/N held the end of the rod in his dry hand and used the other to hold Kyle’s weeping cock, the latter groaning under his gentle touch. He stroked him a few times before stopping his movements and pressing the rod to his slit.

Slowly, he began pushing it inside. Kyle’s breath quickened and his legs twitched as the first passed through his cock. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, but it was certainly strange.

“Fuck, that feels so weird,” he muttered. Y/N glanced up at him while slowly pushing it further inside. He didn’t miss how Kyle’s gaze was glued to his dick. Staring at the point where the metal was disappearing gradually.

A deep groan left Kyle’s parted lips when it was finally fully inside, leaving only the ring visible.

“I can feel it in my arse, what the fuck,” he said. His face was twisted up with pleasure as heat coursed through him.

Y/N leaned forward and began kissing Kyle’s chest again. Nipping at his soft skin while his hands roamed his body, eventually resting on his hips. His right hand slowly inched towards Kyle’s dick, wrapping around it and eliciting a moan from the other man. Y/N slowly began pumping his cock, slick with precum and lube. It caused the rod to move slightly, a strange feeling he’d never felt before. But it wasn’t unpleasant. He was shocked that it wasn’t, to be frank.

“Fuck…” Kyle drawled, letting his head roll back and closing his eyes. Y/N glanced up at him and smiled, pleased with himself that his lover was enjoying himself.

“I love you,” he whispered, resting his cheek on his chest. “You’re so good for me. Such a good boy.”

Kyle bit his lip and opened his eyes to look at Y/N, who met his gaze and held it. It was almost intimidating.

“Is there something you want?” Y/N asked, a twinge of mocking laced into his words. Kyle groaned and wriggled on the bed for a moment before going limp. All the while Y/N kept languidly pumping his cock.

“Can’t you just-” he broke off into a whine as Y/N twisted his wrist, moving his hand faster.

Y/N looked at him with a cheeky grin.

“What was that, love?”

Kyle huffed and nudged Y/N with his knee.

“Listen, big guy, if you don’t take care of me right now when you let me out of these cuffs I’ll beat your arse and make you sleep on the couch.”

Y/N just snickered and ignored him, keeping up his slow, teasing and rhythmic motions. Pressing his thumb against the top of the rod and pushing it deeper, squeezing the base of his cock, pulling back his foreskin and placing a gentle kiss on the exposed tip.

Anything to rile him up.

Anything to make him beg.

It wasn’t long before tears were welling in Kyle's eyes. His breath was shallow and quick, and it left his head fuzzy and his limbs tingling.

“Will you please just fuck me,” Kyle pleaded.

Y/N glanced up at him from where he was crouched down, lapping at his length. He grinned and nodded before removing his hands from Kyle’s body, one moving to hold his hip, the other in between his legs, prodding at his hole.

Two fingers immediately eased inside of him, causing a low groan to erupt from Kyle’s throat. His head lolled back, hitting the pillow. He dug his heels into the mattress, silently pleading for Y/N to pick up the pace. So he did.

Y/N worked his fingers in and out of Kyle quickly, almost frantically trying to get him loose enough to take his cock. Kyle shuddered when Y/N hit his prostate, an almost croaking sound leaving his pursed lips. Y/N took notice and set an unrelenting, brutal pace on the spot. Kyle bit his lip to quiet himself.

“Mggh, oh my god,” he whined, balling his hands into fists. “Y/N, please!”

He furrowed his eyebrows and clenched his eyes shut tight as Y/N added a third finger, slowing for only a moment to allow Kyle to adjust before he resumed his fast pace.

Kyle’s biceps flexed from pulling at his restraints. His stomach tensed and his legs squeezed around Y/N’s body. The amount of feeling happening was altogether too much, but it was also just right.

Y/N suddenly removed his fingers and grabbed the bottle of lube, pouring some into his palm before slicking up his dick. He held Kyle’s hip in one hand and the base of his cock in the other, before he gently pressed the head to Kyle’s hole.

It took all his strength not to immediately bottom out once he had pushed his tip inside. He was hot and wet and perfect, it made him want to take all of him in that moment.

Kyle’s jaw hung open slightly, his eyes glued to Y/N’s concentrated face.

When Y/N finally bottomed out, he looked up, being met with Kyle’s intense gaze. He let out a shaky breath before leaning down and kissing him deeply, hands glued to Kyle’s hips.

He began moving slowly, rolling his hips back before pushing back inside gently to test the waters. Kyle moaned before pulling his head back and pressing his forehead to Y/N’s.

“Fuck me like a man.”

Y/N nodded and began a relentless pace, similar to how he stretched him out. Although this time it was more desperate and depraved. Y/N’s goal was to fuck him hard, just like he told him to.

Their bodies were flush, unbelievably close, and yet not enough. Y/N’s balls smacked against Kyle’s arse, a wet sound filling the room as lube and pre-cum dripped down and onto the bed sheets.

“Haah, fuck,” Y/N whimpered. he dug his fingers into the meat of Kyle’s hips and pulled him impossibly closer. “Y’ feel so good baby, mm…”

Kyle shivered and furrowed his eyebrows.

“I’m gonna cum!” he slurred.

“Wait, please,” Y/N begged. “I’m almost there, just wait.”

Kyle whined but nodded, quiet whimpers escaping him as he tried to hold himself steady.

Y/N’s hips stuttered suddenly and his pace faltered. He sat back and grabbed the end of the rod and pulled it out, finally allowing Kyle to cum. Tears welled in his eyes as he did, long streaks of white spilling onto his stomach. Y/N soon followed, filling him up. He slowed to a stop before hanging his head to catch his breath.

Kyle was panting, eyes hazy and body warm. He looked up at Y/N through half-lidded eyes.

“Can we go again?”

#anyway enjoy i hate this and refused to proofread so #gaz x reader #gaz x male reader #bottom kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x male reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x male reader #cod x male reader #cod x reader #top male reader #x top male reader #cod x top male reader #ermm #what else #bottom gaz #bottom cod #uhhh #thats it

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rodolfoparras · 3 months

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Gaz who likes to pretend he doesn’t have a strength kink but gets so turned on when you pin him down to the ground during a training session or when you carry him on your back during emergency situations

Gaz who likes to pretend he doesn’t have strength kink but absolutely loves when you push him up against the wall and eat him out, he could just cum at the sight of his legs slung over your shoulders while your strong hands dig into his thighs to keep him sturdy

Gaz who likes to pretend he doesn’t have a strength kink but absolutely love when you pin him to the bed and fuck him into the mattress even though he’s overstimulated and practically shaking same goes with eating him out he absolutely loves trying to crawl away while you’ve got your head buried between his thighs strong hands keeping him from moving away from your mouth

Gaz who likes to pretend he doesn’t have a strength kink but loves how you so effortlessly help him ride your dick when he gets tired, how you’ll grab at his hips and work him up and down your length and how the muscles in your arms will flex with every movement

Gaz who likes to pretend he doesn’t have a strength kink but loves that everyone on base raises a brow when they see the two of you together because he’s much shorter than you and so much smaller in size he knows everyone is imaging how he takes your cock and it drives him wild

#call of duty #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x male reader #gaz x reader #gaz x male reader #cod gaz #x male reader #male reader #top male reader #dom male reader #bottom male character #sub male character

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reds-skull · 2 days

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Had the passing thought "what if Gaz had long hair" a few days ago and I just had to draw it

(Actually obsessed with 'hawked Gaz...)

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #cod gaz #kyle gaz garrick #cod fanart #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty fanart #the top left one had me thinking of medieval AUs ive read where Gaz was a prince #but the bottom one... its gonna live rent free in my head for a while why does he look so good with a hawk

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thegnomelord · 2 months

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Locker-room jokes

CW:NSFW MDNI, FTM reader and Gaz, frotting, oral, first times, masc terms (cock, cocklet, bottom growth) this is based off a post I saw somewhere and a talk I had with @embry-garrick . Author isn't trans so tell me if this sucks lol

Guys comparing dick sizes in the locker room is a joke as old as time. You'd never considered entertaining it as it always came off stupid to you. . . yet here you are.

The locker room is thankfully empty except for you and Gaz, the silence buzzing beneath your skin and leaving you awkwardly shifting your weight from one leg to the other. It's not like you two haven't seen each other naked before, God knows some of the communal showers on different bases were little bigger than shoe boxes, but the expectation to do more than just catch a glimpse — that makes you feel naked.

Agreeing to this had been easy, but now that it came time to put your words were your mouth was you realize you were too arrogant; You can't quite make yourself meet Gaz's gaze, eyes flickering from his face to the darkened lines beneath his pecks, to the sparce trail of body hair that disappears down beneath the towel wrapped around his hips before returning to his face, your cheeks burning.

"Oh, is someone nervous?" Gaz shows you mercy by sauntering closer, gun calloused hands finding their place on your hips and thumbs slipping beneath the towel's hem. "Scared you're not going to be able to rise to the occasion?" His voice has a teasing lilt to it as he snickers at his own words.

You open your mouth to speak but you're forced to bite your tongue when Kyle presses against you, chest to chest and skin to skin. He tilts his head back, your noses brushing together. "You know," His lips brush against yours, just a ghost and a promise something more should you listen to him. "You could just quit while you're ahead and save yourself the embarrassment."

Even the miniscule sensation of his lips on yours leaves your body wanting more, your ribs aching to be wrenched open so he can hold your heart in his hands. Damn tempter.

You ignore your body's wants, the knowledge of him testing you making something burn in your chest. "In your dreams." You repeat the same words that got you into this mess, the words that awakened his competitive streak.

You mimic him by gripping his hips and clutching the towel barely hanging around him. But there's a small tremor in your hands, anxiety nibbling on your nerves — You're treading new ground, the furthest you two ever got was drunken make out sessions and heavy groping in bathrooms or broom closets or Price's office that one time.

Kyle doesn't mention the tremble, your actions earning yourself a pleased grin from him. "Ooh, aren't you arrogant." Which is good; it wouldn't be fun if you were a wet rag about it. Kyle's fingers shift to skirt across your sides before gripping your towel tighter. "Tell you what, we take them off together, yeah?"

"Aren't you thoughtful." Your words make him grin, but you nod your head. "Fine—" You grip his towel, the muscles in your arm tensing. "One, two, three-"

You barely manage to say the last number before Kyle yanks the towel off your hips and tosses it carelessly on the nearby bench. You scramble to do the same, your hands suddenly your mortal enemies as you stumble around a bit while you feel his eyes on you before you manage to take his towel off.

Gaz knows he looks good, he's proud of his body, but the way your eyes travel across his frame — from his face to his chest, following the happy trail of sparce hair down his abdomen to his groin where the neatly trimmed pubic hair accentuates the length of his bottom growth— has blood rushing to his cock, has him feeling high as a kite.

He looks you over up and down, both to see your embarrassment grown and because he's pleased by what he sees. His eyes settles to your groin where a bush of hair partly obscures your own bottom growth, glancing between you and himself. "I reckon I'm bigger."

Something about the way he says it, like he's a jaguar that just caught a cayman, sparks something inside you. "Only because you're smooth as a baby's ass." You growl and push a hand between your bodies, trapping your cock between two fingers and spreading them slightly so it's fully on display. "I'm bigger." You can't help but press a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose, some of your arrogance coming back.

Kyle tries not to, but a pleased noise escapes his throat — you're definitely bigger, at least half an inch if not more. He's not willing to admit defeat that quickly, but fuck, the change in your attitude is a major turn on.

"Cheater." The accusation would be far more hurtful if he didn't press himself closer, one hand holding your shoulder, the other sliding down to hold his cocklet. "Just gotta-" But he doesn't stop there, slowly stroking the length of it between his fingers, thumb swirling across the tip. "-I'll show you big."

"Now who's cheating?" You snark, using your free hand to hold Kyle tightly so he doesn't lose his balance. You don't stop him, mesmerized by the way each languid stroke has his cock chubbing up a bit more, slick easing the glide as it glistens across his flushed flesh.

"You started it-hah!—" You pick the moment to grind your groin into his, the tip of your cocklet roughly grinding against his and forcing a small punched out noise from his lungs.

"Whoops." You grunt, pleasure starting to simmer in your veins as you grind your cock against his again. "Sorry, just needed to get the right angle." Your tone makes the lie obvious but you can't be bothered to make it sound believable, the combination of shifting of your hips and the slow movement of your hand as you stroke yourself at the same tempo as him has lightning rushing up your spine. "I'm still bigger than you."

"Bastard!" The curse morphs into a short laugh and finally into a moan that bounces off the tiled walls, his head tilting forward to place a sloppy and disorganized kiss on your cheek. Kyle pants against your skin, leaving crescent shaped bruises on your shoulder from how tightly he grips you. "Hold on, I just have to-" He moans again, rocking his hips to meet yours that has the sensitive heads of your cocklets bumping together. "-fuck- fuck- just, give me a minute it gets bigger."

"What's wrong Kyle, failing to rise to the occasion?" You have no idea how wet that smug tone of yours makes him, but with how obscenely loudly his slick squelches against his fingers, Kyle's sure you'll figure it out soon. "Here, let me help you."

It's Kyles turn to be surprised when you push him into one of the stalls, his back meeting the cold tiles of the shower. "What are you planning?" He grunts, a yelp escaping him when you suddenly grab his thighs, picking up and bending him nearly in half until your head's cradled between his thighs and his cock's inches away from your mouth. The years of gymnastics makes the position possible, the numb pain of muscles deep in his back stretching making the pleasure so much sharper.

You blow cold air across his sensitive cocklet, watching it twitch with need. "Relax, just getting a better look." The way his thighs shake when you lick a slow stripe up his cock has your mind buzzing, the needy sound that breaks past his lips sweet as honey to your ears. "I'm gonna help you get as big as you can." It's hard to look away from his cock but you force yourself to look up at Gaz, resting his cocklet against your lips. "It's only fair."

"You-" Whatever he wanted to say next is cut off when you take his entire cock in your mouth, resting it on your tongue for a few moments before you suck. "-oh fuck!" His hands scramble to find purchase on your shoulders, gripping your hair as he hunches over, his mouth right next to your ear so you can head a moan leave him — deep and low and so desperate.

It makes you want to pull more of those sounds out of him. And you do — sloppily slurping on his cocklet for a few seconds only to pull off to lick it, alternating between slow strong swipes of your tongue across his entire shaft to small kitten licks on his tip. Occasionally you pull off entirely to blow cold air across it, keeping him teetering on that edge of pleasure, silencing the sounds of discontent with a few swipes near his hole before taking all of him into your mouth to repeat the cycle.

You don't know what's more intoxicating; You feel yourself grow drunk off the slightly sweet and musky taste of his slick that runs down your chin, the image of his abdominal muscles fluttering and thighs shaking from the building pleasure in his belly burned into your mind, Kyles babbles of "Yeah, like th- fuck, fuck, fuck- that- pleas-hah—" and calls of your name broken by moans and whimpers like the song of angels.

You feel him get closer to the edge, or at least you assume so by the way the grinding of his hips into your face grows erratic, your name being the only word that still clings to his brain as he chants it like a mantra, his fingers shaking from how tightly he grips your shoulders.

Kyle makes a sound like a wounded animal when you suddenly pull off, "-no-no-nono!" He cries, hips still bucking into the air with the need to tumble over the edge of pleasure, tears staining his cheeks as he manages to force out a weak glare. "Wh- why w-gh!- why?"

"We still have to compare." Your voice is rough like you'd been gurgling shards of glass, holding him steady as you lower him enough to wrap his legs around your waist, pressing your bodies together until you're smushing him into the wall.

He doesn't complain as the sudden move has your bottom growths rubbing against one another, and only now do you realize your body is as desperate as his. "Y- ah fuck- yeah right." There's still that fire in him, but now he uses it to grip the back of your skull and mush your lips together, ignoring the taste of himself on your lips. "Just-shit mh!- move."

Kyle's heels digging into your flank makes you rock forward, grinding your cocks together. Your slick mixes together, your pubic hair sticking to his skin and tickling the sensitive flesh of his cock with every thrust. He openly moans into your mouth, licking in and around your open mouth, trying to clean off the slick staining your skin but only making a bigger mess as spit now mixes with his juices.

Kyle feels like he's burning up, like he's just a puddle of please — the pace you set is rough and your kisses are sloppy and desperate and it feels like Heaven. Gaz wraps all four limbs around you tightly yet he still gyrates his pelvis to meet yours, every nerve in your bodies feeling like a live wire as pleasure builds and builds until it's ready to spill over.

"Fuck- Kyle-" You grunt, your fingers leaving bruises on his flesh, his back sliding up and down against the tiles as you increase your pace, every brush of his flesh against yours banging on your skull. "I'm -mhm- close."

"Mh- me too-" He slurs against your lips, kissing you until both of you are gasping for air. "please-please-please-love- make us cum, plea- ah fuck!—" Kyle shouts as his orgasm finally crashes into him, toes curling and head tilting to bite your shoulder in an attempt to silence himself as he cums, hole fluttering around nothing and cock throbbing as slick runs down his thighs.

The pain and pleasure comes for you a second later, you grip him so harshly you can feel his bones groan as you cum too, your hips grinding together to prolong the mind numbing pleasure, your teeth finding his shoulder as you bite down as well.

You don't know how the Hell you're still standing by the time you come down from your high, every muscle in your body straining like you'd just went through a suicide mission. Kyle's no better, shaking like a leaf and completely boneless in your arms, panting into your neck.

You kiss the bite mark you've left on his shoulder, gently bumping your head into his to gain his attention, "Kyle?" You ask, "Are you alright?"

"Fuuuuck lovie," Kyle groans, barely able to lift his head enough to give you a sloppy kiss on the cheek. "That was good." His fingers idly scratch your scalp, the low rasp of his fucked out voice makes your cock twitch half-heartedly but you're too worn out to get aroused again. "Remind me to blow you when I can feel my legs again."

Yeah, he's alright.

A small laugh breaks past your lips and you give him a similarly sloppy kiss. "I will." Somehow you manage to sit down on the floor, Kyle laying on top of you, as content as a spoiled cat.

"Just so you know." He whispers into your ear, his fingers slowly sliding across your sides, thumbs rubbing lazy absentminded circles into your skin. "I want a do-over of this contest." He grins, and fuck, you can't get past how handsome he looks like that. "Maybe in my room, yeah?"

You can't refuse. "Yeah."

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agoofyannoyancetolaw · 4 months

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Virgin sacrifice

a/n: I got inspo from this post from a fem reader account but I forgot their @! So- if I remember that I’ll credit them- also I know all my writing kinda reads the same this week but I don’t have any interesting ideas sooo :/

minors DNI

cold tiles against his burning against his hurt skin, the sound of buzzing and the door behind him locking shut filling his ears as he scrambled to sit up. The first thing that caught his attention being the large statue of your figure carved into the very marble of the temple, old candles and offerings scattered around with old pelts piled in a corner. He was freezing, the cold atmosphere of the temple biting at his skin under his silk white robes he had been forced into. He was an offering to you, nothing more- a virgin offering was gaz’s fate.

he sat in that coldness of the marble temple for a long time, before a sudden smell of warmth and home enveloped him, your figure standing in front of him and towering over his frame. He was scared out of his fucking mind; standing in front of a god he was given to as a blood sacrifice. But.. you didn’t attack him, nor bite into him or anything he was told to happen, you simply picked him up, and set him down on a bed in a room far below the rest of the old temple. Seasonings and herbs hanging from the walls and offerings of gold and such sorted on shelves next to the bed of fine furs and pelts; his tiredness quickly catching up to him while enveloped in the warmth as he closed his eyes and fell asleep. Unaware of your plans to make him your pretty little bride.

he woke up groggily, almost completely forgotten about where he was until he felt your strong arms held around him and your chest flush against his back, as well as a bulge in your pants right up against him. Your large figure draped over him in a way he couldn’t quite place as anything he expected. He expected to be slaughtered- or murdered and ate by a god such as yourself. But here he sat, stuck tightly against your figure while feeling your member against the soft fabric of his silk sacrificial outfit he had been forced into.

“may I?” You hummed sleepily, your fingers tiredly playing with the fabric of his clothes as he nodded ever so softly and let you slide a slow digit into him

his mouth made such pretty sounds as you prepped him slowly, your large calloused fingers pressing down on his prostate just to hear his pretty whines. He had already gotten addicted to the feeling of your fingers in him. He was your new offering after all! He needed to get comfortable in the luxury of silk and honey and sweets littering your temple and the feeling of you lavishing him.

he swore you had been working him open for hours, his cock hard and twitching as pre-cum dribbled onto his pretty silk, whining and writhing in relief when he finally heard your golden studded robes slide down off of you and tossed off the bed. and the feeling of your length sliding down into him inch by inch.

“taking me like a good offering, hm darling?” You hummed, the feeling of your hot breath against his neck making him squirm even more then he already was, his walls clenching around you like a vice and his body bucking up in search of relief until he was calmed by the feeling of your free hand softly stroking his own length.

“you need to relax- truly. You’re going to make it hurt,” he heard you muttered as you took it slow, rutting into him and earning moan after moan falling from his mouth. His stomach coiling in warmth as if a fire in his stomach was lighting up his nerves and causing smoke to fog his brain.

A sudden thrust from you sent him seeing stars before he could even warn you. His pretty silk stained with his cum. His walls tightened and fluttered around you, making you paint his walls white. Falling blissfully asleep while he cock warmed you- of course his own dreams being warm and fuzzy from his overstimulation

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s1ckh1mb0 · 5 months

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Pervy gym trainer Gaz that’s invites you to work out with him one day while y’all were hanging out.

Pervy gym trainer Gaz that can’t help but look at your ass whenever you bend over or start working on your legs. His favorite is when you’re on the tread mill and he stands behind you to spot and he’s just able to watch your ass jiggle as you jog.

Pervy gym trainer Gaz that insists on helping you as you squat using it as an excuse to be close to you.

Pervy gym trainer Gaz that presses his bulge against your ass whenever he gets the chance. And he thought you didn’t notice it. That was until he noticed you push your ass back on to him.

Pervy gym trainer Gaz that takes you into the bathroom and wastes no time to lock the door and bend you over the sink fucking your brains out not caring who heard you🎀

#fanfic #x character #x reader #spotify #x black reader #x black male reader #x male reader #x black plus size reader #x bottom male reader #smut #call of duty x reader #call of duty #call of duty smut #cod smut #gaz x reader #gaz cod #kyle gaz garrick

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ghcstao3 · 11 months

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civilian au ? where soap and gaz have only learned a second language for the purpose of shit talking in public spaces where the language isn’t at all common—but also for talking about hot people without needing code words and subtle glances

this backfires, though, when soap spots a stranger in public he thinks is attractive and states so too loudly to gaz, assuming no one would understand—least of all the hot, incredibly well-built blond soap is shamelessly talking about

but ghost overhears. and understands. because he, too, has learned whichever language for similar purposes (and work—but that’s hardly important), so now he is very well aware of what soap thinks of him

soap is absolutely mortified when the blond tells him he isn’t so bad himself in the same language, while gaz is laughing hard enough to make his stomach hurt, especially when soap finally snaps out of his stupor to chase after ghost and apologize (and maybe also possibly get his phone number)

#bottom of the barrel stuff today #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #soap mw2 #ghost mw2 #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #ghoap #kyle gaz garrick #also ‘the language’ because i couldnt decide

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iceman-soup · 5 months

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amab reader x bot!gaz

Fucking Gaz real hard cuz he was just that liiittle bit too cocky today. One too many cheeky retorts and you're calling him into your office only to pin him against the wall, hands slipping under his shirt as you capture his lips in messy kisses, pulling his top off him and quickly working on his belt, throwing them both to the floor.

"Shut up real quick when I kiss you, huh, love?" you taunt, kneeling to take off his trousers. He goes to argue but you use a firm hand to push his hips back against the wall, making him grunt in surprise. Standing up, you grab his chin, making him look at you with almost curious eyes. He balls up the fabric of your own shirt in his fists, tugging on it as he leans up to kiss you again.

Feeling generous, you let him undress you until you're both in just your boxers, a hand in his hair the whole time to guide his greedy lips away from your hard cock when he finally slides off your underwear. He rests his chin against your thigh, opening his mouth to speak before closing it dumbly, simply gazing up at you pleadingly.

"Not today, sweetheart. C'm'ere," you murmur, bending to pick him up and hold him against the wall again. His legs wrapping around your hips almost instinctively, arms slung over your shoulders, lips chasing yours. Your tongue slides into his mouth as you carry him to your desk, placing him down and pulling his boxers down to his ankles. Gaz kicks them off, smirking as you pull a small bottle of lube from your desk drawer.

"Just for me?" he quips, the mischievous glint in his eye returning when you go to put some on your fingers. You pause. Glare at him. Wordlessly change your mind, watching the way his face falls a little when you lube up your cock instead.

Pulling him off the desk and bending him over it, muffling his noise of surprise with a hand. Pushing your cock into him, feeling him moan against the hand over his mouth, pressing a small kiss to his back as you start to move your hips.

Your other hand wraps around his own dick, pumping quickly til he cums, crying out; scolding him for getting his mess on your office floor and desk. He lays his cheek against the surface, trying to look back at you as you fuck into him.

"Careful now, m' boy, don't want everyone hearin' you," you grunt, panting as you fill him up, your head falling to rest on his spine when he bites your palm in an attempt to remain silent.

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wishfuldivine · 2 months

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Bottom Gaz. That's it. That's the post.

#kyle gaz garrick #call of duty #cod #pricegaz #soapgaz #ghostgaz #john soap mactavish #john price #simon ghost riley #gaz x everyone #call of duty modern warfare #cod gaz #gaz cod #sergeant kyle gaz garrick #bottom gaz #sub gaz #he deserves love too

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rodolfoparras · 11 days

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Thinking about being the second option’s second option.

Pairing: Male Character x Top Male reader

cw: 18+, power dynamics, age gaps, blowjobs, riding, dom!male reader, sub!male character, unrequited love, love triangles, jealousy, possessiveness

You wouldn’t otherwise be on his radar, maybe you were much younger than him, maybe he was your superior and you his subordinates and anything beyond a professional relationship would be highly inappropriate or maybe you just weren’t his type.

But God you had tried to approach him and many times at a - a subtle comment here and there that could mean more if he just followed up on it, a longing gaze or a light touch that he promptly ignored or played off, you’d even mustered up the courage to fess up your feelings one time only to get rejected immediately.

He was interested in someone else, or at least that’s what he had said when you confessed and that had been enough for you to completely back off.

A week later or so and you saw him with that very same someone in tow. However you’d quickly realized he’d been tasked with patching up wounds he himself didn’t cause because it was so blatantly obvious that the person in question was in love with someone that wasn’t him. He’d been blind to see or didn’t want to see and even though you had in mind to tell him you’d stuck to the promise you made yourself, and stayed away from him.

However it hadn’t been long before you’d been assigned the very same task- patching up wounds you didn’t cause for the man that had rejected you once.

He showed up with tears in his eyes and a couple of drinks in his system begging you to make him forget. You rejected him at the spot told him to come back when his lips didn’t taste like gin and tonic.

You didn’t think he would come back but he did and soon you had your all too good superior down on his knees, warm wet mouth eagerly sucking you in like he’s been waiting for this opportunity

But you weren’t easily fooled you knew the eagerness wasn’t for you.

Although his eyes were locked with yours you could see the distant look on his face, clearly imagining someone else in your place but none of that mattered not when his lips were stretched taut around your cock, not when he’s got his nose buried in your sweat damp fringe of curls and your cockhead is hitting the back of his throat, and not when you could taste yourself on his mouth when you finally slotted your lips together

But it didn’t end there because he’d continue to show up whenever the wounds reopened which was rather often. Not that you minded , not when you had the older man bent in ways that had all the joints in his body aching in protest, one hand fisting his salt and pepper hair the other clawing the sheets while fucking himself harder, deeper onto your dick

Harder faster more please he sobs into the sheets, a name that isn’t your own neatly tucked in between the begs and pleas, eyes squeezed shut as if he’s imagining someone else in front of him

But you couldn’t care less not when you’re the one who gets to feel his walls clenching down onto your dick, not when you’re the one who gets to lick the tears away from his cheek not when you’re the reason he’s cumming in such way he hasn’t done in years.

And while you lay there wrapped up in white sheets basking in the afterglow of your release, you watch the way he hastily puts the clothes back on his body, ever so determined not to spend the night.

You were no fool, you knew what type of relationship you had, you were just here to patch up his wounds and nothing more than that.

Besides you were nowhere near his type at least if you were to compare yourself to the men he approached at bars yet you were the one to have the bigger man pinned beneath your frame, strong body bent in half and practically skewed onto your cock, deep baritone voice reduced to wails and whines as he begs and pleads for you to let him cum.

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rv3rblog · 8 months

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me writing this: oh how i love kisses. kissing is so intimate.

me remembering it’s a smut fic: fuck hold on- WAIT

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agoofyannoyancetolaw · 5 months

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☆ Rodeo star ☆

a/n: this is for @gazcakeglazer cuz gaz as a cowboy or in a cowboy outfit is such a good idea and also fits my blog oddly perfectly- 😔

minors DNI

being in a small town was tough. Especially when gaz happens to be the only cute guy around, sadly for him. And he’s simply just all pent up :(

with nobody around, how is he supposed to learn? So he simply ignores his longings for some boy to come and sweep him off his feet. Simply sticking to his farm-work and occasional looking around town evens in the little out of they way place.

this time it’s a rodeo- and oh god was he glad he came. Seeing your masculine frame riding a bucking bull as if it were second nature.. sweating and whistling and- god just the sight made him rub his thighs together looking for friction.

he follows you around town while your here like a lost dog, brushing up against you, dressing pretty in assless chaps with wrangler jeans or with a button up shirt skimpily tied up into a crop top because it was ‘too hot outside’ whenever your ‘accidentally’ at the same bar as him, asking you questions and pretending he was dumb just to hear your voice- and feel your from grip on his hand as you ‘teach’ him things.

but of course, your not in town forever. You’re a rodeo rider, you have things to do! So he starts to get closer to you, walking you back to your old hotel and borrowing your hoodies in a bad attempt to at least smell your scent as he desperately attempts to relieve the growing heat licking against his brain like a forest fire.

He even starts taking you out drinking just to get closer to you.. and eventually you pick up on his little signals, his little nervous glances, his small whines and whimpers when your hands get to close to his thighs or waist.

maybe it was you being drunk, maybe it was lustful thinking, maybe it was his desperation to feel someone inside of him instead of a toy- but he ended up perched on your lap in your hotel, his hands gripping the sheets as he awkwardly tried to sink down on your length. Clothes long discarded other then his cowboy hat and your own.

he whined and moaned as he tried to ride you, oh so tightly clenched around you like a vice as you hummed tips and held his waist, slowly pacing him up and down as your girth hit alll of his nerves just right. Making him feel so full. His body having a thin layer of sweat before he had even started to go any faster then achingly slow!

eventually you flipped him over, humming praise as you pounded into him. His moans and whines and begs to keep going stuttering as his came all over his stomach and chest. However that didn’t stop you from chasing your release as the fog of overstimulation clouded his mind.

he could have spent hours with you pounding into his gummy walls with your tip hitting his prostate and he would be too damn cock-drunk to care. And as soon as you came and filled him up, he felt filled to the brim.. almost hoping you’d keep him like that. Filled with your cum and sprawled out on the bed of the hotel like a common whore.

god he loved it.

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astr0exe · 1 month

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Hi hi ! Can I ask for bottom male with Gaz, ig reader have a bad day and Gaz decided to reward reader, with praise and vanilla fucking :D

HERE ! tysm for the request darling <3 hope this is okay :) sorry if this isnt what you wanted and sorry its quiet short still not feeling well:( BUT yeah !!! hope you enjoy :D

// CW ; tm!reader , soft Gaz , soft sex , vanilla sex , praise , cuddle fucking

Gaz whose hands trail down your stomach, softly grabbing at your hips before his hand moves down to your pelvis, his fingers catching your dick playing with it softly, careful due to the sensitivity. His fingers move to sweep through your folds, collecting the juices as he slips off both his underwear and yours. His hard cock springing free as he keeps you close to him, kissing your neck softly murmuring soft words in your ear “Such a good boy for me huh? Yeahh that's it love moan for me..” his fingers dipping into your hole.

You can’t help but moan and writhe at his words, rubbing against his cock in the process, causing him to groan lowly. He rocks his dick between your thighs slowly, almost teasing you, before removing his sturdy fingers from your dripping hole. Lifting one of your legs on top of his as he lines himself up, slowly pushing inside your tight wet cunt. The moan that leaves your throat is loud and almost pornographic, the soft thrusts of his cock into you are affectionate. Hitting your sweet spot perfectly as your head is leaning against Gaz’s neck, his breath in your ear as he moans.

Gaz’s hand is sweet as they hold your thighs and his other hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you close against him. His cock punching your insides even with the little movements, his dick large and thick. Gaz’s moans are quiet as he kisses up your neck, his hips stuttering when you clench around him as you orgasm. “Good boy.. just let go for me.. that's it my sweet sweet boy.” he whispers. His dick moves in and out of you a few more times before he cums himself, pulling out just before his cum painting your back.

Gaz moves to grab some wipes, slowly wiping your back as you yawn whining at the lack of a pillow to cuddle (Gaz). You both lay on the bed, curling into him and clutching him tightly, sighing happily, feeling safe as you slowly fall asleep, Gaz’s hand moving through your hair as he yawns as well, both feeling exhausted from the day and the activities.

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sstormyskyess · 3 months

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A New Dynamic

author's note: so. this is my first a/b/o fic and uhh i've managed to make it trans! basically in my a/b/o universe people can switch their secondary gender with hormone therapy, just like with trans people and HRT irl, and reader in this fic transitioned from omega to alpha [idk if i explained that perfectly but! please enjoy and also feedback would be nice since i'm new to writing a/b/o]

cw: a/b/o dynamics, smut, male alpha reader, omega gaz, masturbation [from both reader and gaz], general awkwardness because they're exes, knotting

word count: 3500+ [i think this is my longest one shot i've written. uhh may have gotten carried away woops]

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick / M!Reader

“Kyle!” You run up to him with a big grin on your face, pulling him into a hug which he graciously accepts. You bury your face into his shoulder and he does the same, his hands holding onto your shirt as though you might fade away if he lets go.

It’s been almost five years since you last saw your best friend from secondary school and your lover up until he left for enlistment. To say you missed him would be an understatement. You’ve kept in touch with one another through letters and the occasional call here and there, but obviously nothing could compare to being face to face again.

All the way home, your hand is on his thigh and you tell him all about what’s been happening in your life recently. A new promotion at work, shenanigans during a fun night out with friends—friends who Kyle would have to say hello to as well—and some new hobbies you’ve picked up. He shared his own stories, though some of the details had to be axed because of their classified status. You were particularly caught off-guard by him recounting the time he fell out of a helicopter and nearly broke his spine, but that was neither here nor there. At least in his eyes.

Once you pull into the driveway and help him carry all his bags inside, he takes notice of something… interesting. “Are you seeing someone right now, mate?” He asks with a tilt of his head.

You look at him, confused for a good few moments. “...No? Why?” He stares back at you, almost as if he didn’t believe you. “Is something up?”

It just doesn’t add up in his head. If you weren’t in a relationship with someone, then why did your house smell so distinctly of alpha? When he thought about it further, he did think something was off at the train station as well. He must’ve been distracted by his joy seeing you after so long, but thinking back on it, you had an alpha’s scent all over you. He must realize that he was looking at you as if you’d grown a third arm so he quickly shakes his head to recover from his stupor.

“You okay, Kyle?” You raise an eyebrow, equally confused as he is. Why would he assume you’re dating someone? That’s certainly something you would’ve told him before letting him stay at your place. It would be fairly awkward to have two omegas under one roof with you, especially when one of them was in a relationship with you and the other wasn’t. There was a definite possibility of… jealousy sprouting up.

“I’m gonna take my bags upstairs, just uh—gimme a sec.” He says quickly, picking up his stuff and heading up to the guest room he’s staying in for the next month. You stare after him, still left a little confused. You figure you can bring it up later. Maybe he was tired from jet lag or something. You check the time, your eyes widening a bit when you realize you missed your hormone injection, going upstairs to your bathroom and getting all your things ready.

By the time the sun set and you both had finished dinner, Kyle is still trying to rationalize what could possibly be the explanation behind the alpha scent wafting around the room and teasing his olfactory glands. It was almost making his head hurt with how enticing it was.

To be honest, you’re not faring any better. His scent never triggered anything in you when you were an omega, but now he just smells so sweet. You hope you’re doing a decent job of hiding the shuffling you’re doing to try and relieve some of the tension growing in your boxers. It would most definitely throw things off to get all riled up for someone you broke up with years ago. It was amicable between the both of you, of course, but it’s been so long since either of you had contact with each other.

You dwell on it a bit more all while trying to keep your attention on whatever TV show it was that he put on. Every time he tried to get more comfortable, though, he either squished your legs closer together or brushed up every so slightly against the bulge in your pants. You start to wonder if he knows what he’s doing. He had to, right? He couldn’t be doing this by accident.

Swallowing past the lump in your throat, you struggle ignoring the way your cock twitches in your sweatpants when he mutters something about how your couch is too lumpy and needs to be replaced before readjusting his legs and hips. His motions press your legs together and a shiver goes up your spine when the cloth of your boxers rubs up against your erection. You groan quietly and clear your throat when Kyle shoots a look your way. “You alright, mate?” He asks all too innocently.

You reach over to the end table to grab your glass of water with shaky hands, taking a long sip from it. “I’m fine.” Your voice is strained when you speak and you quickly set the glass back down before pulling a blanket over your lap as nonchalantly as you can manage.

You stare forward with unfocused eyes before you finally stand up, the intoxicating scent of sandalwood and vanilla permeating around the living room too much to handle. “I’ll—I’ll be right back.” You eke out, going to the downstairs bathroom in a hurry. You don’t see the concern on his face before you’re shutting the door and releasing a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding.

The moment you have your back against the cool tile on the walls, you’re doing everything you can to stave off what you can feel building up against your will. This couldn’t be happening, not now. You couldn’t be going into rut the very day your best friend was finally seeing you again after all this time. You palm at the bulge in your sweatpants, groaning as quietly as you can and tilting your head back against the wall.

Cursing under your breath, you begrudgingly yet desperately yank your pants and underwear down and take hold of your hard cock. You try taking deep breaths to stop yourself from losing yourself to the pleasure. It was so amplified by the remnants of Kyle’s scent that had seeped into your shirt just from him sitting next to him. It’s so much more powerful than it was earlier in the day, so you know your rut is coming.

You’re in there for a few more minutes than would’ve been normal, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care when your cum spills all over your fist. It covers your fingers and your softening cock and deflating knot when you give yourself a few more pumps to ride out your orgasm. But it wasn’t enough. You regretfully give in to the fact you would have to turn in early for the night.

After washing your hand off in the sink, you head back to the living room and look at Kyle, who was on his phone, scrolling mindlessly. “Uh, Kyle? I’m gonna head to bed, I’m super tired.”

He sits up and turns to you, tilting his head. “Are you okay? What’s up?” He stands up and starts walking over to you until you put your hands up defensively. “Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine, I think I might be sick. I don’t wanna get you sick too, so I’m just going to bed.” You stumble through your weak excuse, voice cracking a bit when you neared the end of your sentence. You stare at each other for a few more moments before you turn away and rush up the stairs, closing your door a little more forcefully than you would’ve liked.

A couple hours pass and you’ve nearly pushed yourself to the brink of fainting with how many times you’ve brought yourself to orgasm. You’re glad that you had enough foresight to put a towel down before falling down the rabbit hole; if you hadn’t you would have to change your sheets before you went to sleep with how much cum you’ve expended.

Your chest heaves and sweat drips down your forehead. You’ve long since gotten rid of your clothes, now laid bare in the center of your bed. One thing you found after you transitioned from omega to alpha was that your ruts were much more intense than a natural alpha’s was. Your doctor told you it was something about the remnants of your omega biology making your ruts closer to heats.

The knot at the base of your cock was aching with how thick it’s gotten. The amount of blood rushing down there was making you lightheaded, but you just couldn’t stop. Your body won’t let you stop, you need to keep going. You feel like you might collapse in on yourself if you stopped for even a second.

But the muscles in your arm are tiring by the minute and your hand is starting to give out on you. Even thrusting up into your fist isn’t working because your fingers are cramping up from how hard you were squeezing your dick. You swallow thickly, already getting dehydrated, but you’d rather die than make a fool of yourself trying to stumble to the kitchen to get water—plus, Kyle didn’t need to know you went into a rut because of him. So, through all the brain fog, you remind yourself to listen for Kyle in his room to get you an opportunity to get a much needed glass of water.

You’ve long since given up on trying to stay quiet, deciding to forgo suppressing your wanton moans and desperate whines. Every now and then, shame builds up in your gut because Kyle’s name passes your lips, pleading for him despite the knowledge you shouldn’t want him so bad. But you want him anyway, and it almost made you feel too guilty to keep going. Almost.

Little did you know, Kyle’s in the guest room separated by just one wall, and he can hear everything. Every groan and huff and grunt. Every call of his name. And he has his hand in his pants, stroking himself with the same guilt that you’re feeling. He twisted his hand around his cock languidly, his palm closing around the tip with every few strokes.

When he walked past your room on the way to his earlier that night, he got the strongest whiff of your musk that he’d ever gotten, even when the two of you were in a relationship so many years ago. It all finally clicked in his mind at that moment.

He’s heard about people replacing their designation a couple times before, but he never expected you to be one of those people. Through his entire time knowing you, you never expressed any interest in that kind of thing. But quite honestly, he doesn’t care. All he knows is that you were going through a rut and God, did he want to be there to help you.

After he recovers from a couple quick orgasms and cleans up the mess as best he could, he gets up and deliberates for a bit. He could offer you some assistance, but imagine the consequences. He would never be able to live it down if he asked to help you with your rut and you turned him away point blank. The embarrassment would be too much. He sighs and gets himself together to at the very least get you some water.

He knocks on your door with a glass of water in hand a couple minutes later and hears you stumble off your bed with a harsh thud. “J-Just a sec!” You call out to him, trying to pull on a pair of sweatpants as fast as possible after wiping your sticky hand off on the towel.

When you open your door, your skin is practically dripping with sweat and your limbs are shaking just a bit. “Sorry, just, uh—tripped. Y’caught me off guard,” is what you’re able to muster up, but not without a voice crack in the middle. “What did you need?”

He looks almost as embarrassed as you do, with his eyes darting everywhere but you. “Um… I just thought I’d bring you some water.” He offers the glass to you and you take it, knowing at that moment that he’s heard everything you’ve been doing. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip nervously and you clear your throat, trying to stave off that ever-present feeling of guilt that settled in your stomach from the moment you got into bed. “Thanks. I appreciate it.” You mumble, looking at the floor.

The silence is awkward while you stand there in front of each other. You desperately urge the floor to swallow you whole to avoid the question you know he’s going to ask you, but instead you settle for broaching the subject yourself.

“Can you help me with—”

“Do you want me to help—”

You end up cutting each other off and you internally curse whatever higher power put you in this situation. They had to be out to get you at this point.

You shift from one foot to the other uncomfortably. Through all of this tension, your throbbing boner still hadn’t gone away. In fact, it was actually getting worse with Kyle standing barely a foot away from you, forcing his tantalizing scent to fill your nostrils and sending wave after devastating wave of desire through your body and straight to your cock.

He sees your fingers clinging to the door frame where you were holding it to keep yourself upright, the veins in your hand springing to the surface with how tightly you were grasping it. He puts a hand on your still bare chest, making your hairs stand on end from the skin on skin contact. “Here, just—go lay down, okay? You can barely stand, c’mon…” He takes the water from your hand and carefully herds you over to the bed, letting you collapse on it.

He could smell the sex in here; it was overpowering, making his pupils dilate and his mouth water. You pant with little huffs of breath looking up at him with glassy eyes filled with unbridled lust. “Kyle—fuck, please let me fuck you, please,” you groan.

He snaps out of the trance he got locked into from watching you slip your sweats down to let your cock spring free and land, heavy and dripping, onto your stomach. You reach for the waistband of his shorts, tugging on them. He gets the hint and pulls his shirt and bottoms off before climbing onto the bed and sitting on his knees.

You shakily roll over and wrap your arms around him from behind. You lean over him, urging him on all fours. He gasps when he feels your swollen, rock hard cock slide against his slick, wet asshole. Memories of how well you fill him come flooding back as though it was yesterday, sending a shiver down his spine. He mumbles your name and glances back at you when he notices you’ve gone rigid behind him. “Are you okay—”

He yelps when you spear him on your cock all of a sudden, sinking all the way to the hilt. You let out a deep, long moan at the feeling of his hole stretching to make room for you. “Shit—Kyle…” You drag out his name, burying your face in the space between his shoulder blades. “You feel so good, so so good,” you babble on, halfway incoherent with his name on your lips over and over.

Kyle reaches back and rests his hand on your shoulder, trailing it up to pet along the back of your neck and eliciting a pleased grumble in the pits of your chest. You rock your hips back and forth ever so slightly, working him open to make room for your dick for a while. He moans at the way one of the ridges of your cock rubs against his prostate over and over.

When you felt he was ready for you, you start to thrust into him properly, pulling out almost to the tip and then right back in slowly. “Y’feel good, love,” he says, a small quake in his voice and a small smile on his face.

Your lips connect to his neck, nibbling and sucking on his skin roughly, wanting to leave bruises that would last for a good while. You needed to make him yours. He accepts every mark you leave along his neck and shoulders, his smile growing the longer your cock dragged along his walls. You luckily managed to keep teeth away from where you last left your mark on him, narrowly avoiding the sensitive patch of skin.

You start to groan quietly, body shaking from the way you’re tensing your muscles and holding back. He takes notice of your reluctance and looks back at you, concerned. “What’s wrong?” He asks and you whine, your fingers starting to dig into the meat of his stomach where your arms were wrapped around him. “D-Don’t want… to hurt you, Kyle,” you pant, voice breathy. “Not gonna be able to stop myself…”

“You’re not gonna hurt me, love. Don’t hold back, it’s okay,” he reassures you with a soft voice, his tone releasing the tension in your body.

His words renewed the overwhelming desperation clouding your mind. You clench your teeth and, with a deep, rumbling growl, you speed up your pace and your thrusts become rough, merciless. He tosses his head back in surprise and moans your name sharply. The power of your hips slamming into him ends up pushing him face down and ass up, his face getting buried in the sheets.

His moans get chopped up in time with each time you pump your cock into his hole, his whole body getting jostled forward from the force you’re exerting. Goosebumps rise on his skin as your groans reverberate through your chest into his back and your shaft twitches against his walls, all the sensations overwhelming him. To ground himself, he lifts one of his arms up from where it had been laying uselessly by his side and reaches behind him to grab your shoulder.

Kyle feels his orgasm sneak up on him, having gotten lost in the pleasure of being with you again, but in so many new ways. “Shit, love—fuck—I want your knot baby, please,” he cries, tossing his head back. He never imagined he would be asking you for such a thing; you’ve had sex with each other many, many times before, but never like this. This was something else entirely, and it felt so, so good.

You groan in response to his words. You’ve never heard him so desperate before, and it fills you with a deep sense of confidence. It’s not as though you haven’t slept with anyone since splitting with Kyle, but something about him begging for you sent you into a frenzy.

He yelps at the sudden change in pace. You unintentionally forced him down into a prone bone position, your full weight on top of him and your arms pulling him into every thrust. Your teeth latch onto the back of his neck and scruff him with a growl. You vaguely register that you’re trying to say something despite your mouth being occupied, but you can’t find it in yourself to stop, no matter how embarrassing it might be later.

He shivers at the feeling of your saliva dripping down his neck and seeping into the bedsheets, joining the pool of his own drool where his mouth was hanging open from pure ecstasy. Your cock was hitting the perfect angle in this position, flat on his stomach and his legs pinned between your knees. With you on top of him it was easier to feel your swelling knot catching on the rim of his wet asshole. He slowly joins you in your mindless babbling, begging and pleading for you to give him that sweet release.

“I-I missed you so much, love, oh God—please, want you to fill me up, please, please, please—!” He wails when he cums, his spend getting caught under his body and wetting the sheets along with a wave of slick gushing out of his hole past your dick. It was the most intense orgasm he’s had in ages, all because of you.

The clutch of his walls fluttering around you makes you finally let go of his neck and throw your head back with a sharp groan. “Fuck—fuck!” You hiss, squeezing him tighter in your arms and shoving your knot into his tight, wet heat. Your cum floods his hole, filling him up to the brim. He sobs at the warm feeling. It felt so different with your knot added to the mix, stretching him wide.

You relax on top of him, with a heavy sigh, taking hold of him and rolling you both on your sides to spoon him and hold him close. You nuzzle your face in his neck, already rocking your hips into him again needily. It was gonna be a long night, he thinks to himself while running his hands up and down your forearms where they lay against his stomach.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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minoment · 1 year

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Top Male Reader X Gaz where Gaz is cock warming him while he's doing paperwork...

Thank you @guardkeywolf for the ask!! Gaz is the sweetest istg-

No Interruptions.

Pairing: Sub Gaz x Dom M!Reader

Type: NSFW drabble/ficlet thing (it was supposed to be, but not anymore thanks to my horny ass writers brain 🥲)

Warnings (kinda): ohhhh boy here we go, sub gaz, hard dom reader, dom male reader, anal fingering, naked teasing, handjobs, gaz has a 'sir kink and a 'master' kink, spit play/spit as lube, anal penetration, praise and degradation, sadistic reader, masochistic gaz, breath play, scent play, humiliation, begging, making out, VERY rough sex, slapping/impact play, masturbation, dacryphelia because i'm in love with making men cry yes i know i have issues, choking, feral reader because thats just me, and finally cum-play and exhibitionism if you squint... also me getting horny and sloppy with my writing as you go further in because unholy mother of god this gets wacky-

A/N: I'm slowly chugging through my ask box in the order of how much inspiration and research I have on each. This one came easy, I've been sitting on this ask for a day and I love Gaz so done deal. Again, my ask box is open, I write for most fandoms (especially the ones mentioned in my pinned post). Go wild, I will get to all of them eventually. If yours is taking longer than a week to get out there, shoot me a message and I'll either hurry up on it, or troubleshoot. Happy January 1st everyone!!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT! MINORS/FEMALE PRESENTING DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST!!

NOT COMPLETELY PROOFREAD!!

Gaz was a good boy, everyone knew that. He was a good soldier, an amazing teammate, and a sweet and caring friend. That's why you'd fallen for him so easily. His soft smile and chocolate brown eyes had made you feel things so primal you'd have to physically try and restrain yourself from pinning him against a nearby wall and making him cry out in pleasure.

Gaz was so good. So sweet.

The only thing that would contradict that notion was the fact he'd snuck into your office before you came back from a meeting. He hid in your connecting quarters, pulling out the lube from under your bed and slicking up his fingers.

His soft gasps and mewls filled the air as he stretched himself open, waiting for you to come back. After about 10 minutes, Gaz was desperate. His cock was throbbing and leaking and the tip an angry, blushing maroon. A click was heard in your office room and Gaz breathed a silent sigh of relief. He pulled out his fingers and cleaned them off on a towel nearby before throwing it into the laundry basket.

Gaz undressed, leaving his boxers on to barely conceal his twitching erection. He peeped through the semi-opaque glass into your office, seeing your larger silhouette clearly writing at your desk. The door handle squeaked as he opened the door, stepping into your office.

"You been waitin' for me?" You chuckled softly, your back turned to him and still working away.

"Yes sir-" Gaz mumbled, walking up behind you and dragging your chair a little further away from your desk so he could fit inbetween you and the sturdy wood.

"Gaz I swear... what do you w-" You paused as he reached down, unbuckling your belt and slipping his hands down your boxers. You grunted in surprise as he pulled out your softened length, still impressive in size.

"Just shut up for a minute yeah?" Gaz muttered, making you raise an eyebrow in surprise at his boldness. He slipped his fingers briefly into his mouth, coating them in saliva before wrapping them around your length. He moved his hands swiftly up and down your shaft, making you grumble in frustration at the interruption to your work. You didnt completely hate this little surprise however.

Soon you were fully hard, your breath quickening a little. Behind you, Gaz took off his boxers and moved forward to promptly sit on your lap. He moved swiftly, pushing your length inside his prepped hole before you could say anything in protest. You let out a soft groan and only then realized he was fully naked and stretched out for this.

"You were planning this all along... weren't you..?" You smirked, shifting him more comfortably on your dick. Gaz let out a breathy moan, right next to your ear as your girth stretched and fucked him out so beautifully.

He tried to move, pathetically attempting to fuck himself on your cock. You held his hips down firmly, clicking your tongue in disapproval.

"Not so fast, sweet thing." You coo tauntingly in his ear, your voice sending trembles down Gaz's spine. "You gotta earn my cock. Sit and keep me warm until I finish my case report. Then I'll think about fucking your lights out..."

Gaz whined, knowing how long and tiresome case reports could be. Nonetheless, he sat still and buried his head in your neck. Your cock was so deep inside him, he thought, nuzzling against your warm skin and breathing in your familiar scent of cologne and gunpowder residue. So, so deep...

Eventually it became all too tempting and he tried to subtly grind himself onto your length. He let out sweet little gasps and whines right into your ear. You pretended to ignore him although it sent shivers right down to your cock. God, this little bitch was just begging to be fucked dumb, you thought.

You kept your cool, calmly continuing to write until you saw Gaz reach his left hand down to touch himself in the corner of your eye. He leaned forward into you, stroking himself and whispering filthy sweet words into your ear as he began to move more desperately up and down your cock.

"Please sir... You feel so fuckin' good inside me. I need it sir please. I'll be your good boy... I'll do anything.. Please sir.. Please~"

You slapped down your pen, swiftly picking him up and moving into your room. Gaz let out a soft breath of relief as you pinned him to the bed. Your kisses were rough, punishing and desperate, making Gaz moan weakly into your mouth. He knew he was into a rough night.

The door was still open and your lights still off but you didn't care, you spread his legs further and held them up to his chest.

"Hold." You said calmly, and Gaz obeyed, locking his arms around his legs and keeping them open for you. He knew that tone of voice.

You thrust deeply into him, wrapping a firm hand around Gaz's nape and setting a brutal pace. Your hips slammed roughly into his plush ass as you ruined him, making his cock bounce against his toned stomach and rip pathetic cries of desperate ecstasy from his swollen lips.

Tears started to fall down his cheeks as he squirmed and moaned beneath you, making you grit your teeth and move faster, harder, anything to hear more of those slutty sinful noises.

"M'close... m'close... please- s-sir..." Gaz choked out, unable to stop his loud moans, cries, and whimpers from pouring out of his throat. "Please sir... master~ please let me cum master~" He knew what that title made you feel, especially when he said it, but he said it anyway.

You stopped, pulling out of him and delivering a swift slap to his ass, he mewled at the empty loss as he looked up at you surprised. God, those doe eyes, making you want to-

A growl ripped from your throat, flipping him over onto his hands and knees and slapping his ass a lot harder. Gaz moaned out, the sweet sound interrupted by a choked whimper as you wrapped your hand tightly around his throat and slammed balls-deep into him.

Gaz let out a broken cry, tears falling as you nailed him into the mattress. He gripped desperately at the sheets, drool escaping from the corners of his lips as you rearranged his guts.

You gritted your teeth, gripping the sides of his neck and fucking into his harder. Gaz cried out in pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head as you pounded him deeper.

You were fucking feral at this point, ragged pants and low groans escaping your lips and quickly being drowned out by your boyfriends whorishly wounded, sobbing moans. Your hips snapped harshly into him, your cock twitched as his tightness drove you closer to home.

On the other hand, Gaz was lost, spewing incoherent strings of slurred curses and chants your your name and how good you made him feel. His moans and cries went up a pitch, gripping at the sheets so hard his knuckles went white.

"PLEASE~ oh fuck me... please master... please please please... i'm so close sir.." He cried out, his cock aching for release. "Please let me cum master... I'll be your good boy... I'll be your pretty little slut... I'll be whatever you want... Pleaseeee let me cum~..." he gasped out, his moans broken and raspy from all his pathetically adorable crying.

Gaz soon let out a loud cry, his jaw going slack and tear-filled eyes rolling back in his head as he reached his peak. High pitched mewls and sobs echoed through the room as he emptied himself all over his stomach and the sheets. Eventually he caught his breath and collapsed, his cock and body twitching through the waves of aftershock from his orgasm.

You came soon after, holding his hips up and burying yourself deep inside him as you coated his walls with your hot seed. You groaned lowly and pulled out of him, laying down in pure exhaustion and pulling him up against you.

The poor boy was in another dimension, his whole body tingling and twitching as he snuggled into you. All he knew was you were there with your familiar smell and he felt safe. Gaz snuggled up to you, swiftly falling asleep.

You sighed at the mess but pulled the blankets over you both and soon fell asleep as well, oblivious to the fact that you and Gaz both would get a chuckled talking-to by Price and Soap, who's rooms were on either side of yours.

_end._

A/N: SO.. THAT WAS A LITTLE MORE THAN A FICLET- I GOT CARRIED AWAY IM SORRY- 😭

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