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celestialwhoree · 3 months

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💅💞

Gaz and his hyper feminine girlfriend - that's it, that's the post.

He comes home to find her sat on the living room floor with a nail polish bottle and all sorts of other clippers and cuticle pushers and whatnot, which to him just look like miniaturised torture instruments.

She's constantly got a flawless mani-pedi, does it herself like twice a month even though he always offers to pay to take her so the nail salon. She likes doing her own though because she can change it whenever she likes. She's also like a chronic people pleaser who has a hard time admitting when she doesn't like something, and has come out of the nail salon more than once in floods of tears because the nail tech didn't do what she wanted and she couldn't say no.

She has a whole box of pretty polishes in an assortment of glossy pinks and pearly whites, even has some little extra things that she adds when she wants to spice things up, like glue on rhinestones or chrome powder.

Gaz learns to paint nails - orders a clear top coat online and practises on himself. Before he gets deployed she trims his nails and cuticles for him anyways so that they don't get in his way, broken etc, so he's got a vague gist of how it works.

He notices the way she struggles to paint her non dominant hand and offers out of the blue to do it for her. She accepts and he uses the pink coated brush with meticulous precision that only a soldier could even think of achieving.

He ends up joining her little mani pedi sessions, claiming that he's only doing it to protect his nails, keep them clean and short for totally innocent (not) reasons.

He also helps her fix her hair, seeing as he's got the advantage of his height and being able to see the back of her hair, he's always adjusting her little ribbons that she wears or making sure her ponytail isn't bumpy.

Also always makes sure to subtly pull down the hems of her skirts and dresses when they ride up and show off a little more than she'd be cool with. He's fine with her wearing whatever though, no matter how short or skimpy. He can fight.

This man is so utterly whipped for his girlfriend, he'll do anything to make her happy, even if that includes skincare and her freaky face masks that actually kind of sting, not that he'll admit it when she putters around in her Hello Kitty skincare headband without complaint.

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deakyjoe · 15 days

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Burnt Cake & Melted Ice Cream

Pairing: Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x Reader

Category: friends to lovers, and they were roommates!

Summary: Gaz returns home from deployment earlier than expected.

Warnings: fluff, kissing, best friends to lovers, reader can’t bake, reader is a bit of a chaotic mess, that’s it I think

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: How am I supposed to pay attention to anything this man is saying when he’s got those big beautiful brown eyes? They’re distracting! Dedicated to @sofasoap who I asked ages ago for advice on this and then never actually got it finished <3

Consider buying me a coffee :)

The cake was burning.

You were blissfully unaware.

Blissful may have been an exaggeration. Unaware was not. In fact, you were entirely too busy cleaning up your living room for the arrival of your best friend and roommate whose plane was scheduled to land in two hours time. You were trying not to panic as you were nowhere near ready to welcome him home and certainly not prepared to leave to go and pick him up from the airport within the next hour. You hadn't even showered yet!

It was a regular thought in your brain about how it was possible for you to make your home such a mess when Gaz was away. It's not like he was regularly doing the housekeeping. But maybe his absence meant that there was no one to keep you in check.

So this happened every time he was on his way home. You'd sweat as you desperately tried to scrub away any evidence of your sinful sloth state while he was away. And hate yourself for leaving it to the last minute as always.

You were knocked out of your hypnotic cleaning state by someone at your front door. Not knocking. Just making a vague scratching sound against the wood. Your first instinct was to attack. In self defence of course. So you grabbed the item closest to you - a bottle of furniture polish.

With the metal tube gripped tightly in two hands, you made your way towards the door where it now sounded like someone was attempting to pick the lock. You desperately tried to remember the moves Gaz had taught you to ward off stranger danger. None of it was coming back to you.

So with the furniture polish held high above your head, and a scream ready to leave your lungs, you waited for the intruder.

You were pleasantly surprised when a familiar face emerged from behind the door and sent you the smile that made the edges of his brown eyes crinkle.

“Hey- what are you doing?” Gaz’s face dropped as he took in your attack stance, gaze flicking over the bottle in your hands back towards your open mouth.

Your hands fell back to your sides, your heart rate decreasing rapidly in relief. “I thought somebody was breaking in!”

“With a key?” He held up the little metal object for you to see.

You sniffed and folded your arms across your chest. “Picking the lock.”

“Ah, right.” He nodded in understanding.

You suddenly realised that he shouldn’t be standing in front of you in your home at that time. "What are you doing here? Your flight isn't supposed to land for another two hours! I'm supposed to be picking you up at the airport!"

Your best friend shrugged. "Yeah, I lied."

You frowned. "Why?"

"Wanted to surprise you."

"But I wanted to surprise you! I baked a cake!”

He unsuccessfully stifled a laugh. “Why did you bake a cake?”

“Welcome home present or something, I don’t know.” You sighed and looked at him properly for the first time, suddenly thankful he was home and healthy. "I missed you."

Gaz visibly relaxed. "I missed you too."

As the two of you embraced with a warm hug, you remembered what state you were in.

You pushed away from him and looked down at yourself. "Shit, I haven't even gotten dressed yet."

He reached out and playfully tugged on the hem of your shirt. "I like you in your pyjamas."

"Not exactly the prettiest sight to come home to though, is it?" You scoffed and slapped his hand away.

He closed the door behind him and kicked his bags to the side. "Do you think I care? I'm just happy to see your face again."

"You've got that photo of me." You countered, starting to walk back to the kitchen.

He followed. "Nothing beats the real thing."

"Well, I can agree with that." You said with a mock arrogant sniff.

With a laugh, Gaz thought about something. "You been wearing that t-shirt I gave you?"

"Yeah.” You glanced away bashfully. “Stole another one from your wardrobe too."

"Why?"

"First one stopped smelling like you." You confessed, stopping in your tracks when the distinct smell of burning hit your nose. You ran towards the oven, switching it off and wrenching the door open. Smoke spilled out in a black cloud. "It's all gone to shit."

Gaz looked over your shoulder. "It's okay. I wasn't very hungry anyway."

You knew he was lying. "You sure?"

"Yeah." He smiled softly at you. "Ice cream?"

You nodded, appreciating how he was sparing your feelings. "Ice cream."

Ice cream was always the solution for the two of you. Bad day at work? Ice cream. Terrible first date? Ice cream. Feeling down? Ice cream. It always worked.

As you pulled the piece of charcoal that was supposed to be a cake out from the oven, Gaz seemed to hesitate at the sight of the ice cream.

“Uhhh…”

You groaned. “What? Don’t tell me we’re out.”

“No, not out.” He paused.

“What then?”

He looked at you with apology in his eyes. "I think our freezer's broken."

“It’s what?!” You gasped, running to his side only to find out that he was correct. Everything in there was very defrosted. Including the completely thawed ice cream which had leaked from its tub into a large melted puddle. “Aw, shit.”

“It’s okay.”

You could’ve cried. “No, it’s not. I just wanted it to be all nice for you when you got home this time and look! I fucked it all up.”

“Broken appliances aren’t your fault.” He swung an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close next to him, burying his nose in the top of your head. Physical affection wasn't uncommon between the two of you. It was, in fact, the back-up plan for when ice cream was out of the picture. “Besides, coming home to you is enough.”

“Shut up, Garrick.” You mumbled but didn’t push him away, instead choosing to wrap your arms around his torso to hug him closer to you.

“Let’s just sit down, order some food and watch a movie, yeah?”

“Alright.” You sighed, letting him drag you back to the living room when the two of you collapsed into the pile of cushions and blankets that you had failed to tidy up before his early arrival.

“Did a bomb go off in here or something?” Gaz looked around the room and took in the disarray.

“Was cleaning.” You grumbled into his shoulder. “Wanted it to be nice.”

“Mhm, you said.” He paused. “Do you always do this before I come home?”

“Yes.” You sat up to look at him again. “You deserve it.”

The two of you held eye contact for a few seconds, probably too long to be called platonic but you pushed the thought away. Until Gaz spoke.

"I thought about you a lot while I was away."

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the possible connotations behind that broad statement. "I'm flattered. Thanks for taking the time out of your busy schedule to remember your best friend back home. Really appreciate it."

He shook his head. "No, I mean- I mean I thought about you all the time. All the time."

That caught you off guard.

"Really?" You squeaked.

Gaz chuckled. "Yeah."

"Why?" You knew why.

He uttered your name softly, resisting the urge to reach out and touch you. Why did it suddenly feel wrong to touch you? “I think you know why.”

“Say it.”

He didn’t want to be too forthcoming with it. So he settled on something he hoped to be more gentle and subtle. “The thing we’ve always avoided talking about. Even when people imply it.”

“Kyle…” You rarely used his first name. Nobody did. It was reserved for particular moments. You decided this was one of them.

He took it the wrong way. “No, I get it. You don’t feel- that’s okay. I’m sorry for-“

“No, that’s now what I-“ You cut yourself off with a frustrated huff. "I just don't want this to be some fleeting thought you had whilst getting shot at because I'm the closest person in your life."

His eyebrows shot up. "It's not."

“No?”

“No, I promise.”

You watched him for a moment, the sincerity that was pouring off of him. Maybe he was being serious, maybe he truly meant it. You figured there was only one way to test it.

“Kiss me.”

He looked shocked. "Kiss you?"

"Yes, kiss me."

"You want me to kiss you?"

You rolled your eyes. "Yes, Kyle. I want you to kiss me."

He sat up straighter, fixing his posture. "Okay, I'm gonna kiss you."

"You better." You laughed.

"Alright, I'm about to kiss you."

"Just shut up and kiss me, Garrick."

And he did. With one hand on the side of your face, the other on one of your thighs and yours tangling in the front of his shirt. The two of you kissed for the first time. It was long overdue, the both of you knew it as soon as your lips touched. It was sweet, and tender, and almost a little desperate, and it felt right.

The two of you pulled back for air with a slightly shy giggle.

"Please tell me that worked for you. Because it really worked for me." He mumbled, swiping his thumb across your cheek.

“Oh, it really did.” You replied, leaning back in to kiss him again which he was only too happy to reciprocate.

The burnt cake, the melted ice cream, the untidy room, and any previous doubts went forgotten for the rest of the night.

A/N: it’s a crime how long it’s taken me to write for Gaz :(

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mykneeshurt · 1 year

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141's S/O DID A SECRET BOUDOIR SHOOT HOW DO THEY REACT TO BEING GIVEN THE PHOTO ALBUM AS A VALENTINE PRESENT

These boys would LOVE a boudoir album, they wouldn’t know what to do with themselves! They’d have to hide it somewhere super secret haha. Gender neutral reader

Warnings - allusions to smut

Price 🥃

Handing Price the heavy album he’d initially be confused. Not too sure what was going on.

On opening it to the first page he’d find you in a suggestive pose, soft lighting illuminating your body in the most sensual way.

Hed go silent, taking in the photos before him. Slowly raking his thumb over the glossy picture before rubbing his beard.

‘You did this for me?’ He’d ask, unsure what he’d done to deserve such a thoughtful and steamy gift. Looking at you with a twinkle in his eye he’d put the album down before suggesting you show him some poses in person.

Soap 🧼

He’s thrilled. Beyond excited. He’s open mouthed at the photos of you draped across soft velvet furniture. Silk caressing your body. The look of confidence in your face.

He’s trying to pick a favourite already but he can’t choose, he loves them all. He keeps flitting back and forth, finding something new he loves about them each time.

Hissing through his teeth he breaks out into a huge smile, ‘move. Upstairs. Now. Come on.’ He ushers you upstairs unable to keep his hands off you for much longer.

Ghost 💀

You’re over his shoulder in seconds. He hasn’t even looked the entire way through. He doesn’t need to. He’ll look after. He knows what he wants. He wants the real thing, right here right now.

Gaz 🇬🇧

Gaz is confused when you hand him the album, he’s in the middle of getting ready for the dinner you have planned. Opening it he catches a glimpse of the first photo and slams the cover back down. A cheeky smile across his face, blushing slightly.

‘Oh my god. When did you do this babe?’ He laughs, astounded at how amazing you look, not that he ever doubted it. He’s in disbelief at how beautiful you look in the photos. He scans them meticulously taking in every part of your body. Seemingly unable to find any imperfections.

Pulling you onto his lap he strokes your back, kissing your neck. ‘I love it babe, thank you.’ He prompts you to get ready for dinner, each picture replaying in his mind like a slideshow all night.

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dmitriene · 2 months

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THOUGHTS ABOUT VENTING WITH KYLE ON THE BEACH.

cw: tooth rotting fluff, comfort, established relationship, intimacy, lot of kisses, massaging, teasing, flirting, pet names, just a lot of romantic couple things, reader described as wearing a swimsuit. pairing: bf kyle gaz garrick x gf fem reader

author's note: that's my first ever try of writing for kyle, so he maybe might seem to ya'll ooc, or something else, but i just wanted to try and post something with him, so i hope that those who'll read it enjoy.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

the sun and slight coolness create a pleasant atmosphere on the morning beach, there are not many people yet, the pale sand has not had time to be filled with a huge number of plastic chairs and sun loungers, while the slightly warm rays play with reflections on the water and color the sand yellowish.

your trip to the beach with kyle was completely spontaneous, an idea that emerged during the dialogue that it would be nice to get out somewhere together to relax and unwind, especially considering that kyle has been sitting more at home lately, too tired from missions and definitely missing your presence to go somewhere from the comfort of home, therefore, the best option was the sea, light warmth, cool water, the images that popped up in kyle’s head, and not even yours, looked too tempting not to voice them

— “hmm, wha' abou' a beach, then, sunshine?„

that's why you were now sitting on his tailbone while kyle lay on his stomach on top of the beach mat, letting your hands touch his dark, sun glistening skin, starting from the bottom of his back and working up the white streaks of sunscreen, the cool, sticky texture making him shiver softly, practically arching, if not for the weight of your body pressing him down while you cover every visible part of his back with sun cream.

your hands slide to his shoulder blades, tracing the defined bones and muscles that tense and limp under your touch as your thumbs press in circular motions, moving to his shoulders, and kyle turns his head to the side, catching your slightly concentrated face, which causing him to have a wide, snow white smile, revealing his pointed fangs, while he practically purrs

— “can't really ge' enough of your touch on me, sweethear'„

his shameless flirting causes a small smile to tug at the corners of your lips as your body leans forward and you move your face closer to his, placing a quick kiss on his lips as he reaches back, propping himself up on his elbows and tilting his head to capture your lips with his, rubbing with his stubble against your skin and frowning his dark thick eyebrows with displeasure when you pull away from him, sliding off him and standing on the sand, flashing him a teasing smile and murmuring, playfully

— “well, i can't smear you with sunscreen until the evening?„

kyle laughs in response, propping himself up on his elbows and stretching to warm up after lying down for a long time, letting the sun's rays fall on his skin, illuminating him as his back and abs muscles work at the same time, rippling with every movement until he is fully on his feet, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you into the air without a single problem, narrowing his dark eyes in a smile, catching the sun with them and letting them light up as he lifts you slightly, placing his hands under your ass that is slightly opened by your swimsuit, allowing him to hide your pretty parts, while your hands rest on his shoulders

— “is tha' a question, sunshine? because my answer is definitely yes„

his slightly deep voice sparkles with perkiness, causing you to playfully roll your eyes back before you reach up to kiss him softly on the cheek, placing a warm kiss where he has a scar of two scratches, which brings a burning tenderness in his gaze, encouraging him to kiss you back just as reverently, fidgeting with his slightly plump lips against yours, his slightly shaved mustache tickling your skin as he presses closer to lick your lower lip and open a passage inside your mouth, freeing one hand from under your butt, and holding you on one, he touches the back of your head, pressing you deeper into the kiss, stroking your hair, until one of you pulls away.

and kyle does it first, allowing you to greedily draw in lungfuls of air through swollen and wet lips, not even paying attention to possible looks from the passing people, before you are brought back to reality by unexpected, literally childish behavior on his part, when he leans down and touches your nose with his, before biting the tip of your nose, and you gasp, your eyes immediately widening in surprise, before you furrow your brows and pinch his own nose, and he just breaks out into loud laughter, his body shaking and you with him while you mutter threateningly

— “you do this one more time and i would bury you in the sand, garrick!„

the laughter immediately becomes quieter, softening as he rubs his eyes from the slight accumulation of moisture there from approaching tears, before starting to walk towards the open sea along the sand, still holding you in his arms, even despite the slight frown in your eyebrows and feigned offense at his action, although it still touches him, which is why he bounces you slightly in his arms, jumping up, pressing his cheek against yours with an airy smooch and purring smugly

— “aww, come on, i'm sorry, sunshine, let's enjoy the woter, shall we?„

you look at kyle with suspicion, sincere, narrowing your eyes when he turns his head to look at you, smiling sickly sweetly, knowing that his charm always works without unnecessary problems, but you still give him a small warning, making him snort, but one way or another, listen to the end

— “don't try to pull out something silly again, i dare you„

he nods, as if obediently, but you see that sparkle in his brown eyes and it leaves nothing good to be desired, especially when kyle still gives you his answer, far from an agreement, but you can’t help but smile at his playfulness, sighing and resigned as you lay your head on top of his, kissing the top of his dark, curly hair, almost imperceptibly, but kyle is aware of your every warm touch

— “don' promise you anything, sweetie, but i migh' try„

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m4ctavish · 1 year

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Masterlist!

!REQUEST GUIDELINES!

romantic and platonic relationships can be differentiated by : romantic ex. simon “ghost” riley/gn! reader & platonic ex. simon “ghost” riley and gn! reader

simon “ghost” riley.

* wind down. (fluff)

* general headcanons. (fluff)

* you and i. (angst)

* short stack. (fluff)

* in the eyes of jealousy. (pt. 1) (pt. 2)

* heartbeat. (angst)

* little one. (angst? dad! ghost)

* youth. (fluff. dad! ghost)

* combat medic. (fluff??)

* the apprentice. (mentor! ghost) (pt.2 is a wip)

* intimacy. (fluff)

* romantic headcanons. (fluff)

* mask on, mask off. (fluff)

john “soap” mactavish.

* wind down. (fluff)

* general headcanons. (fluff)

* in the eyes of jealousy. (jealousy? lol)

* romantic headcanons. (fluff)

* mask on, mask off. (fluff)

alejandro vargas.

* oye mi amor. (fluff)

* marry me? (fluff)

* in sickness and health. (fluff)

* general headcanons. (fluff)

* 141. (pt. 1)

john price.

* wash away. (fluff!)

* general headcanons. (fluff!)

* romantic headcanons. (fluff)

kyle “gaz” garrick.

* general headcanons. (fluff)

* romantic headcanons. (fluff)

könig.

* general headcanons. (fluff)

philip graves.

* romantic headcanons. (fluff)

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antighst · 1 year

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okay bc like, könig & gaz are such wingsmen i ain’t gonna lie ✊✊

summary könig and gaz helping you get with someone but ghosty boy intervenes

tags platonic!könig x reader, platonic!gaz x reader, jealous!ghost x reader, gaz and konig snickering, suggestive at the end !!

guys please this is so baddd!! also not proof read.

“Gaz.” konig deadpanned, he grabbed his shoulder facing him towards ghost in the corner nodding along to something soap is saying but his eyes followed you in the crowd.

“oh, come on konig! nothings going to happen between the two. they’re… how do i say it.. idiots! they’re idiots.” he mused, laughing at himself.

konig and gaz moved their eyes to you, watching as you apologized to some man who ran into you, quickly passing through until you reached the man you were talking about with konig and gaz a couple minutes prior.

you sat at the bar, eyes roaming in the sea of people, your gaze stuck on simon riley, a couple seconds too long. you groaned, “i need to get laid.”

konig and gaz instantly turned to you, confusion settling on gaz’s visible face. konig sighed “i’m not sure ghost would “keep the mask on”” he put air quotes on the last part.

“no!” you instantly defended yourself, you took the last sip of your drink, placing the glass down with a nice clink “i need to get laid so i can fall hopelessly in love with someone else.”

“sweetheart, mmm. no.”

gaz nodded, agreeing with konig, “what kind of friends would we be if we let some random dude “go down on you—“”

“stop quoting me!” you groaned.

“you talk about simon far too much.”

“ha. ha.”

konig looked at ghost, then scanned the room, eyes landing on some man against the wall in front of him. “okay how about him?” he asked, pointing, “he looks like he is a respectable man.”

you and gaz both turned to the man, he looked nice, obviously well dressed, hair looked nice and clean. no ring on his left hand.

gaz patted your back ushering you off the chair. “go. shoo.”

konig gave you a high five as you passed him. “remember. one and done. if you need help. yell gaz or something.”

“why my name?”

“i don’t know. it’s easier to yell..?”

“of course, you would know.”

konig tilted his head, brows furrowing under the mask, “are you flirting with me?”

“no?!”

ghost watched you make your way through people, nodding his head every so often when soap said something.

you made your way up to some guy at the wall of the bar, his eyes checking out your body almost as soon as you got there.

ghost watched you for about ten - twenty minutes before he saw the man place his hand on your hip gesturing to the bathroom to the left of you.

“dude, ghost? are you listening to me?” soap asked

“hold on.”

konig and gaz gagged at the sight of that man motioning to the bathroom. “konig, you said he looked respectable.”

“look at his clothes gaz. i didn’t know he was willing to strip in a bathroom!”

gaz watched you kindly take his hand off your hip, your genuine laugh become a nervous one, and you backing up a bit looking around for some help.

gaz hit the back of his hand on konigs chest, signaling the obvious discomfort. konig started moving before he saw ghost make his way towards you.

“konig what the hell. go!”

“no wait, look.”

gaz saw simons long stride to you, “oh what a shit show this is gonna be.”

the two sat back in their seat, turning to you.. and ghost.

“hey no mhm, sorry i must’ve mistaken you for someone else.” you nervously laughed backing up a bit.

“no, i don’t think you did.” the man replied, continuing to look you up and down. “why don’t we just get this over with and you can go back to your buddies over there—“

“babe!”

both of your heads turned to the side. ghost.

oh you loved this man. his timing… impeccable.

“what are you doing?” simon asked, his hand going to the small of your back.

“i—“ you stuttered, eyes moving between the two men.

“hey man, she was all up on me.”

“and you’re practically sober. she obviously isn’t. don’t be a fuckin creep next time.” simon deadpanned, grabbing your torso pushing you away from the man.

“hi ghost.”

“yeah, hi lovie.”

oh that nickname. that damn nickname.

ghost took you to a spot in the bar, not as loud and filled with people as the other areas.

“okay, what were you doing?” ghost asked.

“i don’t know.”

“did you want something out of that.” he asked, again.

“i don’t know.” you groaned this time a hand coming to your forehead. “i was being stupid—“

“damn right.”

“i’m not even drunk.”

“i know, i was trying to help you.”

“i— thank you.” you offered him a smile, a genuine smile. “seriously. thank you. when we— i, when i first saw him he looked nice and respectable.”

“we?”

“there’s no we. i. me. alone.” you glare at him, “i didnt think he would want to do it in the damn bathroom.”

“do you did want something out of it.”

“this feels like an interrogation.” you mused. a small laugh creeping up. it quickly dying down at the sight of his mask. “sorry.”

“was it a dare?” he asked, leaning his whole back on the wall now. “did konig and gaz dare you to be an idiot?”

“what? no!”

“okay then what—“

“i wanted to see if it could help me get over you.” you blurted out, taking a step back.

konig and gaz watched you and ghost talk. his hands grabbing your hips pulling you back into him, simon whispering something in your ear.

“oh shit, konig.” gaz placed a hand on his own chest letting out a laugh. “what the fuck.”

“oh boy.”

the two watched as simon took you out of the bar.

“they’re totally gonna have sex”

“definitely.”

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sirenmoth · 7 months

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Love Bug

Kyle Garrick x GN!Reader

Synopsis: Gaz fell for you, and fell hard

CW: none, fluff and gaz being adorble

AO3

When you first joined the Task Force, it was rough, everyone expect The Captain, was a little standoffish and cautious but they never said anything out loud, never in front of Price. Over some time and gruelling missons, they opened up to you in their own ways; Ghost and you practised shooting, hand to hand combat as well as other needed skills; you and Soap would talk about god knows what while aiding him in testing explosives and bombs; Price popped in when he was less busy, sometimes letting you sit in his office while you both filed paperwork. And Gaz, sweet Gaz, the first person to fully accept and welcome you, he would stop by with small gifts and trinkets, most often found out in the field or a cheap buy, claiming 'thought you'd like it' and 'it suits you'

You offhandedly mentioned once you like playing video games, that it helped you relax. That was when it started, on less busy days or after everyone has fallen asleep, you'd both play for hours, exchanging jokes and quips, lighthearted gags as you shared a blanket and snacks, cuddled up until one of you fell asleep. When separated you two would send letters to keep in touch and update the other on what's been going on, it was in one of these letters Gaz let slip that the moments you share, cuddled up in the late hours of the night, helped him relax and find peace out amongst the chaos and bloodshed. It was during these moments that Gaz realised,

He loves you

He craves to be around you

You made him feel like this, like a school boy with his first crush.

That was when the gifts became something else entirely, small romantic gestures, just to see you smile that smile he loves oh so much, to hear that angelic laugh and to watch your eyes light up in adoration at the small things he presents. His heart swam in his chest, beating erractically like it is singing its love and affection for you, but one thing was wrong, outside of work and the Task Force, he had no way of contacting you, months without the moments he cherishes with you, months without seeing you and knowing you're blissfully unaware of what you're doing to him.

The butterflies in his stomach Gaz has grown used to feel like hornets, his heart sounds like a rapid-fire machine gun as it pounds in his ears, he's practised over and over and over what he was going to say in his head, not wanting to make a fool of himself. The last night before leave and Gaz had a misson to complete, he wasn't going to let you slip away, not this time, not again. He stumbles over his words, studying your face for a reaction, a response. Standing as still as a deer in headlight, Gaz watched you write something down on some scrap paper and hand it to him, telling him you'll see him around before leaving with a smile and a wave.

Once he's alone Gaz looks down at what you've written, it's your number, your personal phone number with a small heart next to it. Gaz doesn't think he's moved so fast, whiping out his own phone to add you to his contacts list, quickly sending you a text. A bright, wide smile is plastered on his face, reading you response. You had bewitched him; mind, body and soul.

And he could live with that.

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neimlise · 1 year

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(Y/n): Thought I was meowing back at my cat for the past hour, but it was just me and Gaz meowing at each other from different rooms in the house.

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celestialwhoree · 3 months

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The 141 casino, usually bustling at all hours of both the day and night, is surprisingly quiet when you make your way in through the side door, the usual suspects undoubtedly having been ushered out by security in order to allow the cleaners to do their job, for the dealers to sort through their cards and the boss upstairs to keep an eye on his club whilst there's no one to keep an eye on him.

It's hard not to feel relieved at the lack of women in beautiful dresses and double digit karats who normally make an appearance in your day-to-day life, leering at you as though you're the one in control of their husbands stares. Occasionally you've had patrons invite you back to their rooms with them and their partners, mostly in the hopes of spicing up their otherwise non-existent sex lives, or trying to seem far more liberal and easygoing than they are. It's really not the compliment they think it is, more verbalising their perception of you as essentially a sex toy on legs, made only for their pleasure. One look at the shiny pole supported by a perspex platform up at the front of the room reminds you that the latter is somewhat true.

"Well, look at who the cat dragged in." Kyle's observation is quiet, his clear earpiece hanging down the lapel of his jacket whilst he nurses a whiskey at the otherwise empty bar. "And here I was thinking that you only came out at night." His warm accent continues to chide as you drop your duffel and begin to remove your hoodie and sweats in favour of more practical clothes, less slippery.

"Got hungry." You quip back, long used to the old vampire joke which Kyle and MacTavish find to be particularly amusing, especially after a few rounds after a shift.

"Come to work on some new stuff?" The bouncer admires you over the rim of his glass, just like he does every night after his shift wraps up and he sits behind the bar, watching you with reverent eyes through the mirrored backsplash, protecting you long after he's required to.

"I've been meaning to for a while now. S' been too busy to get into the feel of things most days though." Your murmured response fills the room as you stretch your arms so hard your shoulders pop.

"I liked that one you tried out a while ago the star .. star girl?" "Stargirl? The Lana one?" You murmur, looking up to him as you stretch before checking that everything is secure with the pole.

"Yeah, yeah that one. Suits you. Shining and whatnot."

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whaleofatjme1920 · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 27: Quickie

Quickies - Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick X GN!AFAB!Reader

Warnings: normal smut stuff, it's actually quite "tame" imo. mentions of creampies. praise

AN: live laugh love Gaz. How dare he ever be replaced by König OF ALL PEOPLE. another short fic bc dude the pool kicked my ass today.

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Reblogs are appreciated!

Kyle loves when he has moments like these with you. Moments where he's buried deep inside of you, still clothed, his long, thick cock only visible because he pulled his fly down pushed into your pussy to the limit. He loves how you're face down, ass up, and eagerly pushing your ass back just to have him inside of you.

His hands are on your ass and one of his fingers is holding your underwear to the side. It's too time consuming to take everything off. He loves hearing you pant and moan into the mattress as he takes you. "You take me so well, love," he breathes softly.

Your body is squeezing so tightly around him he wants to burst. Gods, look at how your pussy swallows him. Tight hole stretched around his thick cock, you're gushing despite you trying your best to not soak anything. You need to run errands, and Kyle has a meeting. You moan louder even though it's just barely muffled.

"Please, please, please," you babble as your nails dig into the sheets. His hand, the one that's not holding your underwear to the side, squeezes your ass.

He chuckles as your neediness. Grinning, Kyle bends down and plants kisses down your spine. "I'm gonna cum in you," he whispers. "You gonna be good for me and hold it while you're out?" He asks as his dark eyes gaze over you sweetly. You can see the smirk he has on his handsome face.

You nod. "Yes, I promise-" you rasp out.

Kyle's gaze, half lidded and lusty, heats upon your eagerness to have him finish inside of you. His hips slam into yours. His head tips back a bit as he grips you and pulls you closer to him. "You promise?" He asks. "You promise to hold my cum and not let a single drop out?"

Your eyes roll up in pleasure as your pussy weeps slick for him. His hand that's holding your underwear to the side has fell down just a bit more to play with your clit. His calloused fingers toy with your sensitive bundle of nerves, pressing, squeezing and circling in the perfect way. Your brows furrow and you damn near scream for him. "Yes!" You cry into the bed. "Cum in me, cum in me-please I need you to fill me-" you ramble lustfully, back arched to take his cock deeper.

Kyle laughs. Sweat finally beads on his brow. He checks his watch briefly as he thrusts, grins, and lets his eyes roll up. "Better not waste a single fuckin' drop," he purrs, groaning at how good you feel wrapped around him.

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Gaz is love, Gaz is life, I HAVE A KNIFE 😈

Vampire Gaz asserting his dominance when a guest vampire tries to bite his human for “funsies”?

(Also not the OG Vampire Gaz Anom! Praise the OriGinal)

You know I had to insert vampire Graves in this as a villain just for fun ❤️

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There’s an intruder in the manor.

It was with the flutter of ravens near the gate that you noticed it. A squawking cry that rose over the misty gardens with the gargoyles that seemed to trace your steps with stony eyes. Curious, heedless of the danger, you had crept through the dimly lit corridors just as sunset began to descend with hazy shadows cast through heavy overcast clouds. The hem of your gown traces along the marble floors, bare feet tip-toeing closer to the ornate oak doors that sit at the front of the grand foyer with it’s luxurious, golden inlaid staircase.

A shadow.

Or so you think, the way darkness seems to cling to the stranger as he strides boldly into the manor. He’s not as tall as Gaz, but what he lacks in height he seems to make up with in confidence, sandy hair raked back, a white cravat tied loosely at his throat, dark clothing that more befits a hunter than something akin to royalty. There’s a silvery scar on his right cheek, a broad line that you trace cautiously. You wither backwards on instinct at the sight of him, concealed in the dimness of a corridor as you are. The man radiates danger, and when you catch a glance at his eyes you see an ego there that speaks of desecration, an irreverence for the sanctity of this place you’ve come to call home.

You need to find Gaz.

Yet as you turn back into the interior of the manor, back towards his bedroom, you feel a rush of air at your back. Goosebumps race across your skin.

“Well aren’t you a pretty thing.”

You gasp, only to find your hands snatched in a vice-like grip as you’re spun, caught in the man’s arms as he peers down at you with hungry fascination.

“What’s a little bird like you doing in a castle like this?” He ponders, and when his eyes dart down to the exposed flesh of your neck, where a healing scar of Gaz’s fangs rests, his eyes glint with interest.

“Let go of me.” You whisper, voice hushed in your fright, but as you struggle this intruder only chuckles, low and dark at your fruitless efforts.

“Didn’t take Garrick for one who’d keep pets.” This other vampire whispers, and when he grins you see his fangs glint white. You shudder, face ashen with fear. “Surely he wouldn’t mind if I just had a taste…”

“No-” You try, raising a hand to try and push at him in a vain effort. “D-don’t-”

“Stay still, honey, this will only hurt a bit.”

Panic flares sharply inside you, and you struggle with renewed effort, eyes bright with terror as his mouth opens, his warm breath fanning across your skin.

“Graves.”

Your captor freezes, his fangs only mere inches away from your neck, a hand holding you aside so he can descend to your flesh. Your eyes dart over his shoulder, finding purchase on the figure of your lover standing with poorly concealed fury behind the man who has you hostage.

“Let her go.” Gaz states, fists curled at his sides. His eyes lack the warm honeyed gaze he offers to you, replaced by a glinting goldness that speaks of danger.

Gaz relaxes, twists to look at the other vampire, saying nothing but not releasing you.

“I said.” Gaz repeats, and there’s a different tenor to his voice, deeper, a subharmonic growl that seems scarcely human

“Let her go.”

Graves only smiles wickedly, but heeds Gaz’s words and releases you. You push past him and flee towards Gaz, who catches you in his arms and holds you there protectively.

“Don’t look so angry.” Graves chides mockingly. “I wasn’t going to hurt her, was just going to take a little taste.”

“What do you want, Graves?” Gaz snaps, arms sealing around you so fiercely it steals your breath. You’re buried in his chest, fingers gripping at his loose shirt with the draping sleeves. You refuse to turn and look at the man who’d threatened you. Yet you hear the pleased, menacing tenor of his voice as he speaks.

“I only came to ask once more if you’d change your mind about joining my army of shadows.” Graves drawls, unbothered by the venomous stare Gaz levies at him.

“No.” Gaz answers promptly, cutting off whatever offer Graves continues on with. “Just like the last two times you asked. The answer is still no.”

Graves tuts, annoyed. “That’s a damn shame, Kyle. I really do hope you reconsider.”

Footsteps. He’s walking towards you. Gaz says nothing, not even as you flinch, stiffen as they grow closer. You trust him to keep you safe, but even so you scrunch your eyes shut, feeling the breeze of the man as he stops just at Kyle’s side.

“I hope you don’t regret this.” Graves offers, voice taking on a low, sinister tone, far departed from his earlier mocking drawl. It’s a threat, but you can’t discern if it’s to you, to Kyle, or to you both.

Graves paces a few more steps away before Kyle finally speaks.

“Graves.”

Graves pauses, listening. Kyle doesn’t turn, doesn’t even bother to look over his shoulder. Instead he focuses on you, petting your hair comfortingly in a gentle gesture that is a violent juxtaposition to his next words.

“If I ever see you again, I’ll kill you.”

Graves pauses for a moment, and if you had been looking you’d see the faintest glimmer of fear in the other vampire’s gaze. He covers it up with a derisive little chuckle, footsteps resuming as he makes his way towards the front door, a final, callous remark thrown over his shoulder.

“You can try, Garrick. You can try.”

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mykneeshurt · 1 year

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König - Thanks @ave661 for this one boo

The Hood

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da1systhings · 7 months

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Guys guys guys guys guys hello please look hello oh my oh oh

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konigsblog · 9 months

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Omg Imagine Gaz who has a huge crush on you and asking about your pets and then having to excuse himself when you start calling yourself their mommy

Him going to his room to fist his cock while he thinks about it being your hands while you whisper that's he's mommy's good boy 😩 he can't help it he just likes you so much

he just wants you to praise and encourage him while he thrusts into your ass, desperate for you to allow him to touch you :( but you keep taunting him, teasing him by flashing your panties every now and then and getting him all hard, and then pretending you don't notice the way he covers his big bulge with a cushion.

maybe he'll excuse himself into the bathroom whilst you cook dinner, rapidly stroking his length cock, getting all whiny, he wants to feel your soft and gummy walls clutching onto his girth, fucking yourself back on him as he growls!!! mm, give him what he wants, he'll be mommy's good boy :(((

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mlmxreader · 4 months

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Nothing Better Than to be Home | Kyle Gaz Garrick x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Kaz with

94"Have I ever mentioned how good you look in my hoodies?" ❞

: ̗̀➛ Being home is one of the greatest things in the world, and Gaz isn't one to ignore it.

: ̗̀➛ smoking, swearing

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More often than not, Gaz always texted you to let you know when he was close to getting home, usually when he was around five minutes away so that you would have time to put the kettle on and make him a cup of tea for when he walked through the door.

You always did the same if you were ever out; always texting to let him know when to stick the kettle on and make coffee.

The thing was, though, Gaz was home in the early hours of the morning, and when he went to text you and he saw the time, he figured that you would be asleep.

So he left it, and when he got to the door, he tried to be as quiet as possible; sneaking around to the kitchen and gently, softly placing his bag down as he sighed.

You left your cigarette stuff on the side, along with one of his lighters; it made him smile as he rolled one for himself, lighting it and taking a long drag. After months of smoking Price's shit cigarettes, he was glad to steal one of yours.

He leaned against the counter, closing his eyes for a moment as the nicotine flooded his system. He didn't realise that you had just come out of the bathroom after getting into your pyjamas… not until you screamed and made him flinch.

With the cigarette between his lips, he threw his hands up and exposed his palms.

“Only me!” Gaz yelped out, daring to grin when you took a step closer. “Only me, sweetheart.”

You breathed out a sigh of relief, turning the light on and coming to stand beside him as you hummed quietly; you took a filter, a paper and a pinch of tobacco, rolling together. “Why didn't you turn the bloody light on? You nearly gave me a heart attack!”

He couldn't help but to laugh, shaking his head as he gently put his arm around you; you were so warm, he couldn't help but to close his eyes as he sniffed gently.

He tried not to laugh again. “Did I say you could steal my hoodies while I was away?”

“Did I say you could pinch my baccy?” You pointed out with a soft chuckle, shaking your head fondly. “Why didn't you text, anyway?”

From the corner of his eye, Gaz could see the light of dawn slowly starting to rise; the darkness of the night slowly turning a pale, dull blue as the sun began to creep out of its blankets and glare wearily at the world.

He was glad he could watch another sunrise with you, in all honesty. He missed it.

The long nights watching films together from the moment it was dark, only to look out of the window and see the dawn start to rise; the cooing of pigeons taking over from the hooting of owls. The foxes running away as the light slowly reached out with deft fingertips.

Gaz couldn't wait for times like that again, being able to snuggle into you as you neglected the world outside in favour of more films; your laptop resting on his crotch as he leaned his head on your shoulder.

“I thought you would be asleep,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a gentle and sweet hum. “I'm sorry.”

“It's fine,” you assured just as gently, leaning into him and closing your eyes for a moment. “How was the trip home?”

Gaz wanted to tell you the truth, he really did.

He wanted to tell you that Ghost had annoyed him to Hell and back with his constant dad jokes and stupid puns. He wanted to tell you that Price's cigarettes were disgusting and nearly made him give up on the spot. He wanted to tell you that Farah was the only one who didn't annoy him and actually let him use one of her earbuds.

But he couldn't bring himself to do it, too tired and drained from the planes and trains and taxis that all he could think of was having you near; snuggling up with you at night and feeling your warm flesh against his own.

Feeling your soft kisses wake him up as the light crept through the gap in the curtains. Singing with you in the kitchen as he helped you to cook whatever meal you had settled on together; trying not to laugh when you begged him to slow dance to country songs.

Going shopping with you and pushing the trolley as you asked him what to get even though you had both left a shopping list on the kitchen counter. Splitting the chores directly down the middle and meeting halfway through for a quick kiss. Watching films together from dusk until dawn.

Gaz had missed the lot of it, from the mundane to the exciting. He missed every single second, but he was so tired. He hadn't slept for two days, and he wanted nothing more than to snuggle up with you in bed and fall asleep.

Catch up on whatever he had missed and know for once that he wasn't going to wake up alone; that he was going to wake up and be able to bury his face against the back of your neck and grumble and plead for five more minutes in bed.

“It was… the usual,” he breathed out. “To be honest I'm just glad I'm finally home.”

“Y'know what?” You mused, finishing your cigarette and putting it out in the ashtray on the counter. “I'm glad you're home, too… I've missed you.”

“I can see,” Gaz chuckled softly, tugging at the hem of the hoodie you were wearing as he grinned. “Have I ever mentioned how good you look in my hoodies?”

You shrugged, hooking your arms around his neck and pulling him close. Gently rubbing the tip of your nose against his for a moment. “I’m sure you have, but you've been gone so long… I need a reminder how it sounds.”

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