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thegnomelord · 4 months

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Ok, so I loved your dragon reader/ dragon price fic. The detailed courting rituals got me thinking about how different members of TF 141 react to a s/o who has different courting rituals than them.

The one rolling around in my mind rn is Gaz (which I'm pretty sure is a harpy or bird hybrid of some kind) with a dragon reader.

So Gaz tries to court reader through a more fancy version of pebbling. But, instead of giving cool rocks and sticks, it's gemstones and weapons. Yknow, expensive/fancy things that Gaz thinks the reader might want to add to his hoard.

Btw do you have an anon list? If so, is 👑 anon available?

I don't have an anon list yet but you're welcome to be 👑anon!

It's cool to think how they'd try to court you. I hc that werewolves, and Johnny by extension, are really straightforward. Like sitting way too close, hands roaming over your body, trying to lick into your mouth and going "Hey wanna make more of us?"

Ghost, the poor thing, is completely fucked bc he was human before becoming a wraith, how the Hell is he supposed to know? Que him going through Wikipedia articles and watching documentaries of your species courting and mating (having to rub one out imaging you and him in that position ofc) and just stumbling through the whole courting thing.

CW:NSFW

But Gaz? Oooh Gaz—

Safe to say he's fallen ass over tits for you.

It's the way you take care of them, of him, of the monstrous strength used to defend them turning velvet soft when Gaz needs emotional support that has his harpy hindmind demanding to lock you down before a competitor snatches you away.

Only problem — you're not a harpy. And Gaz has no idea how courtship works, as when he asks Price about it (under the guise of just being curious) the old fart just gives him an amused look and tells him to figure it out.

Though harpies and dragons are two different species, he figures there must be some similarities, so he figures to listen to the old fairy tales about your kind and looks for the shiniest thing he can find, because Harpies court by giving gifts and dragons like to hoard and both of them like shiny stuff right?

You're confused like Hell when one day you wake up to find a silver ring with a shiny amethyst sitting on your windowsill. You know for a fact it's not yours as the instinct to catalogue every item in your hoard is as old as the draconic blood running through your veins and you'd remember if you had it.

When you make sure it's not stolen and no owner can be found, (because who'd wear that type of ring in a military base?) you decide to keep it, failing to notice how the way Gaz's pupils get bigger when you put the ring in your pocket.

It is a nice ring, the shine of the gemstone tickling your brain in a pleasant way. The military doesn't allow dragons to have large hoards, most of the items you've gathered over the decades and centuries safely hidden in vaults, but it feels good to have a small hoard in your den.

You expect this to be a one off event. But. No. Every few weeks you find a new thing on your windowsill, from gems to guns to additions to weapons you've expressed you'd like to get. Each new thing leaves you scratching your head, annoyance growing bit by bit as there's never enough scent on the items to track the culprit down and it's not like you can turn the base upside down looking for them (again).

You're unsure how to feel; it's obvious someone is trying to court you, but it definitely can't be Price because no dragon would go about it like this. But you have to admit it's nice to be desired, regardless how odd the method may be.

Then you notice how Gaz has started acting. . . different. He'll ruffle his feathers and flutter his wings more than usual when you two are alone, purposely stretch more often to make your eyes naturally draw to him, sticking to your side as he talks about everything and anything under the sun.

You're also not a fool. You can figure out it's a harpy's way of trying to show off, but without any open hostility you can only assume he's trying to court you. And you let him, you like his presence and the sound of his voice, the way he gives you a lopsided smile and the way his dark feathers shine like onyx gems when the light hits them juuust right and the way he flushes and stutters when your tail wraps around his leg.

Then one late evening when you're doing paperwork you catch sight of something behind your window in the corner of your eye. Like a flash you're opening the window, your clawed hand gripping Gaz's hand before he can scatter.

Gaz's wings spread out wide, a surprised squawk leaving him as he looks into your slitted eyes. "Uh-, I, eh- Hi?" He says, gulping, his newest gift, a very shiny ruby, held in his hand. But what draws your eye are his dark feathers.

You let out an amused snort, "Hello." You purr, leaning in so your faces are close, enjoying the way he flushes from the proximity. "So you're the little thief that's been visiting me."

Gaz's feather puff up to make his silhouette twice as big, his eyes narrowing, a hurt and angry look spreading across his features. "I'm no thief!" He says, insulted that you'd suggest he can't get you gifts on his own. "I-"

"You are," You hum, reaching out your other hand to hold his jaw, and even with his anger he feels his mind croon at how softly you touch him. "You're in the process of stealing my heart."

"Oh." Is the most intelligent thing he can come up with, his pupils blowing wide like he'd just seen the shiniest thing in his life. "Oh."

"Yes," You shrug and pull your hand back to yank one of your scales out of your shoulder, giving it to him as you take the ruby. "Keep this safe for me, yeah?" You hum and then you let him go, going back to your work while he's left dumbstruck, clutching the scale close to his chest.

When it finally settles in his head that you'd just given him a gift, that you'd reciprocated, and given him a shiny gift, oh he's treating that scale like it's the most precious thing in his world. He keeps it close to him, cooing to it in the privacy of his room, keeping it on his pillow so he can fall asleep with your scent in his nose.

He also doubles down on the gifts, but now he's very open about it, to the point you'll have him randomly come into your office to give you something shiny or another weapon, preening so prettily when you praise the thing he's brought back, nuzzling into your neck and fluffing up his feathers. His heart swoons when you show him the small hoard you've made with all the things he's brought you, and you end up spending the entire evening with him cuddled up to you, chirping happily.

"Hey, can I see that scale I gave you?" You ask after a couple of weeks, curious to see how he's treated it.

"Uh, sure." Gaz can swear his heart's beating like a war drum as he watches you inspect your scale, checking for scratches or cracks.

But you find none, it's still as shiny as the day you'd given it to him. Maybe even shinier.

You smile and before he can do anything you pull him close to you by a hand on his hip. "Very well done, little thief." You hum, kissing him. Gaz melts against you, not even your lips able to muffle the happy chirps and croons that escape his chest.

You spend the next few months getting familiar with each other's bodies, lazy evenings spent with your clawed hands preening his wings, Gaz steadily melting into the bed with every brush of your fingers. Kyle taking a few extra minutes in the morning to rub his face between your wing, chirping and crooning.

Harpy mating season comes around and you're caught off guard when you come to your room to find your covers and pillows and entire wardrobe on the ground, turned into a makeshift nest with a very naked, and very horny, Gaz sitting in the middle of it.

His eyes are hazy but he knows you're there the second your scent hits his nose, the most desperate sound you've ever heard leaving his lips, bruised from how hard he'd been biting them to reign his noises in, to keep them only for you.

"Mate-" Kyle whines, shuffles in the nest that has the pretty gems he'd gifted you strewn amongst the fabric, "-need you, please- I-"

One more needy sound is all it takes to have you tumbling naked into the nest in record time, deep guttural purrs answering his pleased coos. He presses flush against you, seeking out your mouth, whole body burning up and his thighs shaking, his cock rock hard.

"I got you, pretty thief." You rumble, pulling him into your lap, his wings spreading out and feathers puffing up, as if he needs to make himself look even more desirable. "What do you need Kyle?"

"Need you," Kyle whines, pawing at your own erection, desperate fingers shaking as he strokes you, "Please- hurts, I need- mate."

You shush him with sweet kisses, your hand sliding down to very carefully stretch him open while avoiding injuring him with your claws, your mind purring at how willingly he opens up for you, wings and limbs shaking as he whimpers against your lips, his mind steadily leaking from his cock.

"You're alright," You calm him when you pull your fingers out, positioning him so your cock head rests against his entrance, not missing how Kyle preens at your strength. "Going to breed you right, gonna take care of you."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Kyle moans are loud as you steadily push your cock into him, his walls clamping down on every inch of your length. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank- mate." His claws dig into your shoulders, clutching you tight as you bottom out in him, his hole clenching you in sync with his ragged breathing.

"I'm here," You hum, barely able to think, "Just relax, let me take care of you." You say, feeling him relax into you, and with deep purrs and lots of praise you begin to fuck him, moving him like a fleshlight on your cock, letting him moan and groan and scream his heart out uncaring who hears it, your ancient blood singing at the thought of his noises being a testament to your abilities as a mate.

Then the tight heat and the scent and just Kyle has your mind forgetting how to think, your body moving on it's own to show Kyle he'd picked a good mate.

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rv3rblog · 8 months

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alpha!gaz who’s your childhood best friend, the two of you dancing between the line of courting and just friends

alpha!gaz who scents you before the two of you go out for a night, under the impression that he’s doing it to keep you safe and to make sure you don’t get any unwanted attention

alpha!gaz who holds you close before he leaves for deployment, scents you deeply to make sure you still smell like him before he leaves

alpha!gaz who purrs appreciatively when he gets a care package from you while deployed and sees you put in a pillowcase for that smells like you

alpha!gaz who sends you letters every week and vice versa

alpha!gaz who talks about his sweet omega waiting for him at home to tf141

alpha!gaz who calls you one night, drunk off his ass, whining about missing you like a pup

“mm, ‘m jus’ miss you darlin’ my pretty omega, miss you so much. wanna scent you, wanna smell like you too. mm you’re my omega, my pretty one hm?”

alpha!gaz who pretends he didn’t basically confess to you and is grateful you don’t bring it up (even if you’re dying to bring it up, want to know if he meant it)

alpha!gaz who comes back home to you and you’re slightly distant and he won’t have that. he corners you, asking you what happened and what’s wrong.

“did someone hurt you love? someone do something to you?” he asks as he holds your face in his hands.

you try to pull away, try to keep some distance between you two because gaz always read you so easily, always knew when something was wrong.

“love?”

alpha!gaz who watches as tears gather in your eyes as you try pushing him away, overwhelmed by your own feelings. you snap at him and tell him you don’t appreciate being led on, that it isn’t funny anymore, that it was never funny.

alpha!gaz who scrambles for a way to tell you that he’s into you, so deeply in love with you.

alpha!gaz who watches you calm down and look at him.

alpha!gaz who takes you fully into his arms, scenting you calling you his omega.

“always called you mine,” he mumbles against your neck. “my pretty omega, all mine.”

you stay there in his arms as he continues to scent you, your eyes fluttering close at the contact.

“lemme court you properly yeah?” he whisperers. “wanna show you i can be a good alpha, good for you.”

alpha!gaz who brings you flowers everyday and handmade gifts once a week

alpha!gaz who gives you his clothes more freely now that he’s courting you, wanting you to always smell like him

alpha!gaz who scents you every time now, wanting everyone to know you have an alpha

alpha!gaz who likes smelling like you too, lets you scent him and smiles appreciatively when he goes on with his day smelling like his sweet omega

just alpha!gaz :p

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princeguri66 · 2 months

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Can I ask for a 141 x male reader who acts like a mom to them? Just reader being prepared for anything even in the middle of a mission, giving them snacks and predicting their problems

Aww wait that's such a cute concept though ♪⁠～⁠(⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠) apologies if this isn't exactly what you were hoping for but these were what I could come up with.

I like to think reader here would be older than them, either the same age as price or just a bit older. And like a bear too.

Being in the game for so long you've developed these sort of "instincts"

Price introduced you to the team as his friend from his earlier days in the military. Says that you'll be part of the team for a while so he hopes you all get along well.

And you do, spending so much time with the team has let them warm up to you and get comfortable with you. Makes your urge to take care of them unleash.

You sitting next to Gaz in the helly heading to a mission and he comments how he wished he had more to eat earlier. You pulling out a granola bar from one of your many pockets and handing it to him, Gaz looking at you as if to ask "are you sure?" And you just reply with a nod and a soft smile, Gaz taking it with a grin on his face as he eats it. And once he finishes it you take another one out of the same pocket and ask "are you still hungry?"

He keeps eating whatever you offer and as you start to get worried wether this kid has been eating enough or not he says "thank you, sir. I feel better" with a crumby smile.

You huff fondly "got something on your cheek there sweety" and lick your thumb to clean his cheek. Him trying to contain the blood running to his cheeks because it's embarrassing.

Just chilling with Soap as you both clean your weapons. Hearing him go "ouch" as he clicks his tongue. "What's wrong lad?" You ask him as you look up from cleaning your gun.

He looks up at you after cleaning his knife "Accidentally sliced a bit of my finger, it's no big deal"

You respond with a nod and walk over to him and kneel Infront of him to hold his hand, inspecting the little cut on his finger. You pull out a spiderman themed bandaid and place it on the wound. Giving it a small kiss then saying "all done" as you look up at him and walk back to where you were previously cleaning your gun.

You bet your ass everytime he gets a small boo-boo he's going to be looking for you all over base for another colorful bandaid and another healing kiss.

Taking care of Ghost as he sits on the bed since he insisted that he was fine (but it's so obvious that he isn't) patching up his wounds with normal gauze and placing colorful character themed bandaids on top. As you finish up you gently rub his arm in a comforting motion, silently telling him that everything's ok and that everyone is fine. Wanting him to know that if he's too stubborn for actual professional care you'll make do.

You stand back to look over him, checking that you haven't missed anything. If he's got a wound on his face then he'll just have to take care of it himself. You step forward and rest your hand on his cheek, your warmth phasing through his mask. "You alright sweety?" You ask him in a gentle tone and all he can do is let out a shaky sigh and lean forward, resting his head on your Stomach. You gently wrap your hands around his head and start rubbing his back. It seems like he really needed this kind of comfort.

And don't think just because Price is closer to your age doesn't mean he gets out of being taken care of.

Being a friend of him for years makes you aware of his bad habits with overworking and lack of sleep schedule. One night you finally decide to put a stop to it after seeing rays of light seeping through the crack of his office door. You don't even knock, just opening it and standing right in front of his desk, crossing your arms you look at him with a questioning glare.

And Price knows that look, experienced it so many times and now that you're both in the same squad again he hopes to feel that comfort that you seem to always carry with you. You scold him for overworking till late at night and drag him out of his office and into his room. You throw him on to his bed and tuck him in, you lean close to his face and his eyes are full of adoration, for taking care of him all these years and now taking care of his team. You place a kiss on his forehead and he just melts. He missed this, and he's so glad the rest of his team can experience your care as well.

As he hears you leave and close the door behind you with a resounding click, he thinks to himself on how nice it would be to have you with them for even longer. And he's sure the rest are thinking the same thing.

(You'd be delighted if you could take care of them for longer as well)

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fortheloveofkonig · 11 months

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Hello, hope you're having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request the 141 x Male reader, they know alot of medical like they use their knowledge of the human body against anyone whom threatens them (or people the care about). They aren't a medic are doctor parday but have extensive knowledge of the field that helps the team. Seem cold uncaring and ruthless but if anyone of them is injured its like a total switch of 'mom bear mode' checking them over the gentle hands and worry.

(Kinda of trope of don't mess with the doctor lol)

Summary: TF 141 reacts to Reader who knows a frightening amount of medical knowledge.

Note: I'm going to do this as more of a headcanons type of post ^^ hope this is good enough! ^^ I did 95% of this all in the last 2 hours

Content: Medical speak, Injuries, Slight Torture, Slightly Bad Medical Research, But I Did Research. Roach Talks.

Word Count: 1085

TF 141 x Knowledgeable in Medic Field M! Reader

Ghost

Probably first heard about your knowledge from Soap talking to him about how terrifying it is to see it come into play

Doesn't believe him.

You've always been good at what you do but have never shown any previous knowledge or interest in the medical field so, who can blame him?

There was also no way you could've went to medical school unless you were years above your usual education range

He finally sees it come into play when you two were 'interrogating' someone.

"If you're gonna stab, don't do it right there. Price said he needs to stay alive."

Ghost looks at you, annoyed. "I've stabbed many people and seen many people survive stab wounds of surrounding areas."

"In lower places of the abdomen and with quicker medical care, if you do it there" You point to where he had the knife, pointed at the tied up man's skin. "It could puncture an intestine and we will be fucked. If you want to stab, move the knife below the belly button...about right... right there. Do not remove the knife once it pierces through."

He did as you said, with questions, but still followed your lead.

From then on he watched everything you did, even noticing that you took care of some of the rookies that ended up with minor cuts and damage that wasn't enough to bother the medics with.

Needless to say, he also ended up coming to you for some patch ups, mostly when he wanted to keep his new damage a secret from Price.

He ended up finding it kind of hot during the interrogation thing so he often asked to do things like that with you again.

Soap

Honestly, probably figured out about your medical knowledge after he was being a dumbass with explosives and almost got hurt.

"Go change into some shorts and a tank top." Your voice was in a serious tone as you went to grab a nearby first aid kit.

"Already wanting to see me strip?"

You just glared at him until he actually left and did what was told.

Despite having only a few scratches, you still cleaned them up as best as you could.

You also went on a rant about it too, about how dumb he was

"Do you realize how dumb you are? What if you actually made a big explosion and a piece of shrapnel flew and hit one of the carotid arteries in your neck?

"My What?"

"Do you realize how fast you would've died? Why weren't you wearing any protective gear?"

"I'm pretty bad at forgetting protection."

If looks could kill, he'd be dead.

That was not the last time you had to clean his wounds, he seems to be a magnet for them.

Asks you more about medical stuff, just to get an idea on how much you know.

You know a lot.

Unsure at this point if he hurts himself in new ways just to hear you yell at him for what dumb way he could've gotten himself killed this time.

Gaz

He falls out of helicopters a lot, that's the truth. What's one more time?

This time (and somehow not the last?) he ended up hurting his foot, you were there the whole time when it happened.

When the both of you were both safe in the safety of a van, you got him to put his leg up so you could check it.

"This is stupid" He mutters, "It's nothing more than it has been in the past."

"Shush, let me concentrate" You mutter feeling around his bootless ankle, nodding your head when you hear him hiss at a pointed touch.

"Any pain when you walk on it?"

"Possibly....yes."

"I'm gonna say it's a sprain for now but I think we should take you to the infirmary after we get back to base. Doesn't seem dislocated. Possible fracture though."

It was just a sprain

Was surprised when you spoke fluent...doctor to the doctor.

Honestly felt like a little kid in the doctor's office, watching his parent's converse with the Doctor telling them what was wrong.

Wouldn't have it any other way.

Price

Always knew, almost nothing gets by him unnoticed

Was probably one of the reasons he wanted you on the task force.

He knows how soap and gaz the boys are

Has you teaching rookies how to probably put a tourniquet on.

"What the fuck are you doing? That's not how I taught you."

The rookie you were speaking to just looked down at the dummy that they were working on and the tourniquet, "It looks-"

"Terrible! He's still bleeding out! Retry it."

Definitely has to sit in on these sessions, some rookies have complained to him that you take it too far.

You always just use the excuse that if those were real people and not training dummies, they'd be at fault for letting them die.

He agrees with you.

The rookie looks over at Price.

"Get to it. He told you to retry it. The man is bleeding out."

Mostly just sits in because it's less complaints now that he is showing he agrees with you in front of everyone.

Roach

This fucker needs a friend that has medical knowledge

Much like Soap, it seems like he is a wound magnet

Was probably the first of the 141 that you had to go full protective, medical knowledge out and work on him.

Man's like a tank too, no matter what the day brings to him it seems he's just able to walk it off

You don't let him

"You're limping, sit down."

He just waves it off, "'m good."

"Like hell you are." You walk up to him and grab his wrist, dragging him to a nearby chair and pushing him onto it. "Stay or I'll have Ghost lay on you."

Does not stay.

You cannot get Ghost to lay on him.

You just end up pelting pillows at him until he joins into a pillow fight, and you both end up getting exhausted.

"I'll rest right here."

"Good."

Stubborn but still okay with medical help

Often comes to you with oddly specific questions.

"Hypothetically, if a car blew up in the near vicinity of where I was at, what is the possible health issues that could arise?"

"Well, burn marks obviously, depending on the distance it could be any degree. If it was enough to knock you over, then a possible concussion. Depending if you hit the ground and hard enough, possible broken or fractured bones. Not to even mention the possible pieces of metal and glass flying, and just blast trauma in general. Could cause damage to internal organs with enough force."

"Okay, so...hypothetically, if that happened, I should go to the infirmary?"

"Roach, were you next to a car when it blew up?"

"..."

"Gary???"

You immediately dragged him to the infirmary.

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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?”

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lazycats-stuff · 9 months

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Hello, hope you'er having a good time. Whatever time it is right now. I wondered if I can request 141 team x male reader who is a mercenary like in the game hitman for example. So they meet up or there are searching for him. Maybe just escapes everytime or outsmarts them. Working together with reader and they are scared of him. Because he can throw Ghost around and is very stealthy. Has perfected his craft and kill them with anything he can get his hands on. I hope good and have a nice day.

Okay, so never played hitman, but I have seen it so I know what you are talking about. I think I might have to play it. Who knows.

Summary: (Y/N) is the nightmare of 141 task force

Warning: author didn't play hitman but watched it, guns, violence, everything that goes with Modern Warfare, (C/N) = code name

Price sighed as he walked towards the meeting room. Laswell had some information on their enemy. He was a mercenary, one of the best in the world.

" Hello everyone. Lets get started. " Laswell said as Price sat down. She pulled up (Y/N)'s photo.

" We might have known whereabouts about (C/D). I have to warn you, the chances of finding him are slim. Somehow he always gets out. I don't think I need to tell you to watch out. " Laswell said, taking a cigarette out.

" Just how much we know about him? " Ghost asked, looking at the only confirmed photo of (C/D) on the screen. Those eyes seem empty and calculating.

Ghost had no doubts that (C/D) wouldn't hesitate to kill them all.

" We don't know anything about him, but one thing is certain. " Price said, looking at his team. " He won't hesitate to kill us. He has perfected his craft. " Price said, a solemn silence falling around the room.

" Where do we think he is? " Soap asked, tapping his fingers against the table. The energy has fallen very low, almost to gloomy levels.

" Mexico. Nowhere near Las Almas, thankfully. Alejandro and Rudy are busy so they won't be able to help you. " Laswell said, taking a long drag and coincidently the last drag of her cigarette.

" We are going in a couple of hours. " Price said, rubbing his beard with his hand.

" Any special advice to prepare for this mercenary? " Gaz asked, worry evident his voice. Soap nodded, agreeing with Gaz's question.

" You have to be there mentally. " Price said. Everyone nodded, knowing that there was no way to prepare themselves. It was going to be very dangerous and there was no way to tell how this mission was going to end.

The silence was heavy in the plane. Nobody dared to say anything, everyone was nervous. Soap was bouncing his leg, Gaz was sweating like never before. Ghost was, maybe for the first time ever, was scared in the field. And Price?

There was a bad feeling brewing from within him. Everyone witnessed in some way how brutal and efficient he could be. How ruthless... Merciless...

John shook his head. It wasn't good to think about. Despite the fact that he could use everything as a weapon... That was kind of concerning.

But they could persevere. They could win. All they need is some faith and a miracle to do so. The chopper dropped them off near a house. Well, it was more houses, but they were apart, around 10 meters from each other.

They would have to split.

" Gaz, you are with me. We will have to take the first house. You two take the other. " Price said, getting out of the chopper.

There was a chorus of yes sir and they split up. Everyone was on high alert. They watched their backs, knowing how (Y/N) could be a stealthy bastard. It was quiet over the comms, everyone knowing that they needed to be quiet.

A single mistake could cost them their life.

Gaz and Price moved quietly through the house, stopping at the basement door where they saw blood. Gaz and Price looked at one another. They gripped their rifles tighter and Price slowly opened the doors. The stairs were covered in blood and the smell was just horrid.

They both wanted to gag. Gaz called it in and they moved down. One of their targets from another mission was here. Their target was supposed to be dead. What was he doing here?

" Be careful Gaz. " Price whispered, moving deeper into the basement.

" Rog sir. " Gaz confirmed quietly.

Eventually Price managed to reach the light switch. He turned it on and it was a ghastly sight. Bodies just laying down dead. The worst of all, there were no signs of struggle.

Gaz felt a shudder go through his body and both of them freeze when they hear somebody walk above them. Ghost and Soap would have called it in. Gaz and Price shared a look before moving upstairs, back on the ground floor.

(C/D), standing there, nursing a cup of something.

" Captain. Sergeant. " (C/D) said, raising his cup.

" All right, drop down on your knees and show us your hands! " Price said, making (Y/N) look at him blankly.

" You two realize that I can kill you with this cup, right? " (C/D) said, clearly not impressed.

" What do you want? " Gaz asked, making (Y/N) put the cup down.

" I have a proposition. But I need the other two here too. " (Y/N) said, leaning back on the kitchen counter. Price could see a knife strapped to his thigh, not to mention a gun, tucked in the lower back of (Y/N).

Gaz called Soap and Ghost and those two came in record time. Ghost and (Y/N) stared at one another. Ghost wanted to jump him, but he knew better. (Y/N) was better than him, better than the four of them combined.

" What is happening? " Soap asked, confused to see (Y/N) so relaxed. It was eerie.

" I wanted to give you guys a proposition. " (Y/N) said calmly, looking at the task force.

(Y/N) waited for a moment before continuing, " I will work together with you guys. I will live on the base under your supervision, but there is one condition. " (Y/N) said, watching various reactions. Shock, suspicion, wonder...

" And what would that be? " Price asked.

" I get to have my privacy. I will be on base, but I want my privacy. "

" And what do we get in return? " Price asked.

" You won't be afraid of me anymore. You don't think I didn't see the fear in your eyes when you saw me? Not to mention that you will have a great asset on your team. " (Y/N) said.

Everyone looked at one another, clearly thinking. (Y/N) wasn't wrong in any way shape or form. They feared him and the fact that they might have him on the team...

" Okay, you are coming with us, now. " Price said, nodding his head towards the chopper outside.

" Just don't cuff me and we will be fine. "

Everyone entered the chopper and started flying. It was definitely tense and Gaz broke the silence.

" Is true that you could kill us with the mug? " Gaz asked, gathering attention from everybody.

" Yes. Everything is weapon. I could kill you with a bobby pin. " (Y/N) said, shrugging his shoulders.

The chopper fell into silence once more. This was going to be interesting... Partnership.

" Price, remind me again, why do we have to spar with (Y/N)? " Soap asked, watching as (Y/N) got ready to spar with Ghost. It was going to be the showdown of the decade. And the biggest showdown in the history of this base.

" Because you need to know what you need to work on. Believe it or not, he knows a lot. " Price explained.

" Oh my God. " Gaz said. (Y/N) turned his head to look at Ghost, looking at the weak spots that the big man might have.

" Wait, why did you kill our previous target? " Gaz asked, remembering the bodies.

" I went rouge. He was... A problem to me. So I got rid of him. He died slowly, just like he deserved. " (Y/N) explained, looking at Gaz.

Gaz nodded, moving away from the ropes. Ghost and (Y/N) walked into the ring. Ghost would rather die than admit this, but he was very nervous.

Price whistled and the two started sparring. Well, (Y/N) sparred. Ghost was thrown across the ring with absolute ease. Soap's jaw fell down onto the floor.

Oh my God.

Price didn't know what to say. He tried to, but no words came out. Gaz had to sit down on the floor. And poor Ghost? He just laid there... In pain... Not physical, no. His pride was hurting. And so was his reputation.

(Y/N) just wiped his hands.

" Okay, I think that this cooperation is going to go well. " Price said, clapping his hands together.

Ghost just grunted from the mat. Soap sighed and Gaz stayed silent. (Y/N) snickered quietly. Yeah, it's going to go well.

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the-whispers-of-death · 2 days

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Puppy!Reader

This is a masterlist of all of the Puppy!Reader Drabbles. This reader is male and is currently with John Price and Kyle "Gaz" Garrick (separately).

John Price Comforts You After You Get Hurt

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick with a Puppy Boy

This may not be a completed list (it may be expanded upon)!

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thegnomelord · 1 month

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I wonder what’s the aftermath of the gaz baby trapping fic?? 🤔🤭

Okay this got me into another hyperfixation so here's a super quick thing. NSFW, MDNI FTM Gaz/ cis male reader

One line.

Gaz's fingers shake as he stares at the pregnancy test in his white knuckled grip. Acrid disappointment burns at the back of his throat, sharp tears prickling the corners of his eyes as he lets out of a long breath. He shakes his head and tosses the damned test into the bin, trying not to think of it as he washes his hands.

He tries to make sure he doesn't look like it bothers him, but you're perceptive, "What's wrong?" falling from your lips the moment you see him, and shit, if that doesn't warm his heart.

"Nothing love." He eases your worries as he gets into bed in record time, huddling up next to you and feeling your arms wrap around him. "Just a bit under the weather. Rookie duty." You make a sound of understanding and pull him closer, laying gentle kisses on his lips and cheeks and anywhere you can reach until he's giggling against your lips.

"Good night." You mutter once you're satisfied and think you've lifted his mood. He stays awake after you've fallen asleep, simply staring at your slumbering face, your warmth seeping into his marrow.

He'd been so sure it would take, he'd ridden you until you were shooting blanks. But at the back of his mind he had thought this could happen, understand he had been sloppy, his chances lessened by you being injured and him having freshly come off the infertility drugs.

So he takes his time to do it with precision this time: Carefully timing his cycles and using fertility drugs, eating the foods old wives tales claim will boost the chances of him getting pregnant.

So he's confident when he seduces you into sex again on the one evening both of you are free; not that it takes much — simply meeting your gaze across the meeting room and licking his lips has your attention fully on him, a small nod of his head all it taking to have you follow after him.

His fingers claw into your back from how tightly he clutches you, heels digging into your flanks and hips gyrating to meet your thrusts as you pound into him. He's so loud you're sure you'll get complaints come morning, but right now you couldn't care less except to hear more of his moans and whimpers and cries as you fuck another load into him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes- oh love more!" He tries, sweet cunt clenching sinfully tight around you, drops of your cum leaking past your cock as his hole flutters around you. The position you have him in, legs over your shoulders and bent nearly in half, has your cock going to deep he swears you hit his diaphragm with every thrust, your heavy balls slapping against his ass.

He's happy he'd slipped you that aphrodisiac as you just continue to fuck him all night long, pumping his hole full of cum again and again until by the end of it he looks pregnant, both of you exhausted as hell and unable to do much other than fall asleep in a tangle of limbs.

You don't think nothing of it, just glad to be alive to be able to enjoy his love and affection. That is until you find him crying in the bathroom, and you hug him before you can think of anything else, just trying to comfort him and understand why he's sad, only for him to silently hand you a small white stick, burying his head into your neck to silence his sobs.

And you don't notice him smirking against your throat as you stare at the two lines on the pregnancy test.

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rv3rblog · 8 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he scents you as soon as you let him in.

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

he is SO possessive it’s insane.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“my poor omega,” he coos.

you whine.

“what’s wrong omega?” he asks.

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

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

you shake your head as you whine childishly.

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

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

“alpha.”

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

“mhm.”

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

he chuckles into the phone which makes you whine loudly.

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

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

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

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princeguri66 · 3 months

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Y'all ever get so heated that all you wanna do to calm down is to lay in someone's embrace?

Gaz x Male Reader

All fluff!

Ever think of going to Gaz after having a shitty day, where nothing went as they were supposed to. Your day was shit, waking up later than usual, getting chewed out, training didn't go well at all, some other soldier bumping into you at the mess hall making you spill some of your food on the ground and you just felt so drained and the cold environment did not help at all.

Stalking through the halls with your back tense with frustration. You can feel your jaw getting tighter and your brows furrowing as little bits of your day flashes in your mind. You walk around mindlessly as you try to think of a good way to de-stress, itching for the touch of a certain sergeant. And speak of the devil there he is.

You see Gaz being illuminated in the glow of the tv in front of him, the thin blanket wrapped around him making him look so much cozier. it's as if God was giving you a sign.

Gaz tore his eyes away from the telly to lock on to yours, seems like he noticed you, standing there all awkward. With a small quirk to his lips he beckoned you over with his hand, you immediately followed the order to sit next to him on the couch.

"Bad day?" He asks you, wrapping an arm around your stiff shoulders. You only grunt as an answer and relax into his hold, all the tension and frustration in your system melting away as he brings you closer to his side.

"Big guy just needed his cuddles after a long day, hmm?" He teased, you put all your weight onto him as a response. He's now stuck between the couch and you, effectively using your body to replace the thin blanket he had earlier.

You place your head between his pecs and he wraps his arms around you, gently stroking at your back, knowing that it helps you get more comfortable and just as he expects, you absolutely melt into the touch. Letting out content hums in the space between you. How easily you turned to putty in his embrace.

Gaz chuckles as he sees your brows unfurrow. Seems like you're getting quite comfortable there.

With a kiss to the top of your head he settles in, turning his head to face the tv once more but this time he has something infinitely better than that thin ass blanket.

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agoofyannoyancetolaw · 2 months

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bite

a/n: said I would make gaz content, and now I deliver! I saw a pretty motorcycle and a handsome rider on it and now my mind is plauged with brain-rot of Phillip graves or price or soap as motorcyclists

minors DNI

Gaz who’s obsessed with your bites and marks that show through your uniform and the robe burns on his hips from him being tied up last time you two had the time to lavish eachother

gaz who will tease you on mission by unbuttoning a corner of his uniform so that you can see the marks you left on him

gaz who will texts you photos of him covered in your bites and bruises while your away no matter what your doing

gaz who feels sad when they fade, whining and bugging you to bite him or mark him or bruise him so he can feel that pleasant burn of being claimed

gaz who gives a sharp chuckle and a subtle look in his eyes whenever someone asks him who it’s from and your around

gaz who wants to be ruined by you and then ruin you back, be it being fucked brutally or being teased till he is a whimpering mess

gaz who wants nothing more then to have your initials bit and branded into his skin till his death. He simply loves you and wants the world to know simply by looking at him

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molotovmetro · 1 year

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Hi! I hope you are well!

I was wondering if you could do 141+Alejandro Vargas with a male reader who disassociates a lot? Not while working, but if you catch him anywhere else he’s usually just staring blankly at the wall while barely blinking and whenever someone talks to him while he’s in his “trance” he kinda gets shocked like he’s just woken up from a very deep sleep and goes like “HOLY JESU- oh hey what’s up”

I feel a little called out... /hj

Thank you for requesting, I hope you like it :)

Warnings: disassociation

M!reader

A/N: someone pointed out to me that using the term "zoning out" can come across as dismissive/invalidation. I personally do experience a lot of disassociation so this was far from ny intention. I tried not to get too repetitive so I tried using a different term, but I didn't think of the fact it might come across as rude. Just wanted to clarify this real quick.

The 141 + Alejandro with a s/o who disassociates a lot

Ghost

Honestly? Ghost is most likely sitting right next to you also disassociating.

It used to freak the team out a little, but they're used to it by now. Its a daily occurrence and they just leave you to it until they need either of you for something.

Usually it happens because he silently sits next to you, waiting for you to snap out of it, which doesn't happen because he's not trying to talk to you, and then he just checks out himself.

This guy has so much on his mind and deals with so much stress, sometimes it's nice to not have to think.

Soap

You and Soap regularly give each other heart attacks. Him by coming up to you and immediately talking your ear off, snapping you out of your head, and you with your startled reaction.

It's like a golden retriever puppy sprinting into a room and then jumping a meter into the air because something startled it. Except the thing is another puppy who also jumps.

The few times he doesn't just barge into your room already talking, he usually hangs around you in silence, sketching or writing in his journal and lets you do your thing.

He waits for you to come back to earth and then teases you about it.

Gaz

Like Soap, if you suddenly snap out of it Gaz'll startle himself. He gets used to it after a while, though.

He tries to find a way to "wake" you without shocking you. It's a long process of trial and error, and he jokingly treats it as a very serious science experiment. He will be taking notes.

He's a bit more successful in finding out what gives you the biggest heart attack instead, but he's not giving up that easily.

He'd make sure to have a chat with Price about your behaviour. He just wants to make sure you're okay.

Price

Especially at first, Price is a little concerned about it. He's just worried about your wellbeing.

He might subtly suggest you maybe go talk to a psychologist about it. He's seen too many men lose themselves to the trauma that comes with their line of work to risk seeing the same thing happen to you.

But if you explain to him that it's just something that happens, and not caused by flashbacks or the like, he'll be relieved and back off.

When he sees you staring blankly at the wall he'll just huff out a chuckle and fondly shake his head.

Alejandro

Out of everyone here, Alejandro gets used to it the quickest.

It's just like that sometimes. He gets it.

Unless you ask him to, or he needs you for something, he just let's you be.

He absolutely will give dirty looks to anyone who disturbs you. Maybe even a scolding if you're really surprised.

If he sees you zoning out while he's going about his day, he'll make sure to take a second to put a blanket around your shoulders if its cold, or put a glass of water on the nearest surface for when you snap out of it.

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headcanonenthusiast · 4 months

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Kyle Garrick NSFW headcanons

This was so difficult to write for some reason and idk why 😭😭 I think I just had a lot of trouble writing for Gaz, because as much as I like him as a character, I'm not much of a Gaz girl. (Or, I wasn't before writing this. I think I changed my own mind with these headcanons 🤭)

(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.)

Enjoy!

Nsfw under the cut.

-His biggest mission during sex is to make you scream.

-If you haven't screamed his name so loudly that it gets you a volume warning on a smart watch, he isn't done.

-Will beg you to be even louder if he isn't satisfied with your volume.

-"C'mon, louder. Louder, baby, you can be louder than that."

-Lowkey doesn't mind fucking you near an open window. Def leans down to whisper in your ear to encourage you to be louder.

-"Don't go covering your mouth now, love. Let the neighbors hear how good I'm making you feel."

-3 inches soft, 5 inches hard.

-Calls you pretty girl/boy all the time.

-Especially if you're wearing something of his, whether it be a shirt or necklace or his dog tags.

-Honestly, whenever he sees you in his clothing, especially his dog tags, he goes crazy.

-"Look at you, pretty boy/girl. Keeping my shirt nice and warm for me."

-OBSESSED with taking you while you're on your stomach.

-He'll lean down to kiss your shoulders and back, fingers switching between your hip to your side.

-Isn't opposed to you being on top, as long as you're both enjoying yourselves.

-Like I said, he loves taking you from behind. As such, he sees any sort of marks or dots that you normally don't even see. And he'll run his fingers along any birthmarks/scars with his face buried in the crook of your neck.

-Feel like he'd like recording/taking pictures of it, too. (With consent ofc)

-And he definitely won't share those photos with anyone. They are only for his eyes and your own.

-"God, baby. I ruined you last night. Look at how messy your hair got."

-I feel like he sends the most gorgeous nudes.

-He basically poses for you like a model in front of the mirror. Mf knows he's hot.

-I feel like the main way he asks for sex is sending you a nude or spicy message. Normally doesn't ask for it outright, kinda let's it go over text or come into the night randomly.

-He sees eating you out/sucking you off as a great way to calm you down.

-If somethings got you upset, he'll get a small frown on his face and look more concerned. You don't have to tell him anything if you don't want to, though. Just let him gently eat your pussy/suck your dick and I can guarantee that you'll forget about whatever was upsetting you.

-If you feel more overstimulated or just have the tendency to cry from the sensations of sex, he's stopping and pulling out with a hand on your shoulder.

-"Oh shit, did I hurt you? I'm sorry, babe."

-And even if he didn't hurt you at all, it just felt super good, he never pressures you into continuing. If you want to keep going, he'll return to a similar pace but with more awareness of your facial expressions and noises.

-I feel like he'd want to try cockwarming you, but he's honestly so bad at keeping still. It's not his fault you feel too good to not move inside of.

-"Come on, baby. You feel so good, you're so fucking tight. It'd be sinful of me not to move."

-Please put your hands on his shoulders if you're on your back. Nothing will get him harder than you touching his shoulders.

-And if you cry out his name? His confidence shoots through the roof and he nearly cums right then and there.

-Prefers cumming on your stomach, back or thighs so he can take pictures afterwards.

-Aftercare includes him handing you some water before grabbing two game controllers, asking if you'd like to play a game before bed. And if you agree, y'all's moans won't be the only thing the neighbors complain about. Your laughter will probably be as loud as the moans, too.

-And maybe whoever loses the game has to bottom for the next round, idk 🤭

My hands hurt from typing so much 😭 but thanks to everyone who voted! It was challenging to write for Gaz, bc like I said, until an hour ago when I started writing this I wasn't super attracted to him, but I need to learn to write for characters I don't often think about more. Hope y'all enjoyed! Alejandro is up next 😏

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141 Task Force & Hitman!reader

Okay, so I got two asks about more hitman!reader and two cool ideas, so I will kind of mix them up. Also, this before knowing who (Y/N) is. Also, this will have reference to the hitman games and author has watched it a while ago. Any inaccuracies are on me.

Summary: The team learns about ICA and about (Y/N). Let the hunt begin.

Warnings: violence, weapons, probably military inaccuracies, blood,

Anonymous asked: So I want to bring a idea that I have for 141 and hitman. I want too write down just that I don't forget it. I would think because 141 has seen violence and death. That they're familiar with hitman and maybe encountered them while they work. Also Laswell must have some information about them or knows the organization behind them. So I would think they can recognize which hitman has done the job. It could also be before all off the missions they worked on these hitman cases. So many ideas maybe in the future I have more ideas. So all ways don't forget to drink and rest. 👋 Anonymous asked: I must say I love so much the hitman x taskforce 141 fic and I hope there comes more to the story maybe also with könig and my brain thinks you have these senses like in the hitman games were you can see enemies or opportunities to kill someone there are so many possibilities my brain thinks of right now. Maybe becoming closer to 141 and so on. I am sorry to ramble all my ideas to you. I think there should be more 141 x hitman fics it seems like the fandoms would work quit beautifully together. Sorry for all the text but seeing like that the 141 is afraid of the reader. Is something new and refreshing. I hope I can read in the future more of this kind. Sorry if my english is not perfect I am still learning it. Thank You and I hope you have a nice day.

Everyone on the 141 Task Force agreed that catching Hassan was hell. The mission was tiring, exhausting and the betrayal from Graves and Shepard really sealed it in for the team. It wasn't easy to recover from it.

All of them took some time off because of this mission. They just needed a few weeks off. It's not easy to weed out international terrorists and deal with a betrayal from your allies. But of course, a new mission came in and their time off came short.

They were called in and if it came during their leave, then it must mean that the mission they got was obviously a very important one. But that doesn't mean that they were happy with the predicament. They deserved their time off.

" Captain, what is this mission even? We were supposed to have our time off. " Soap said, disgruntled at the fact that the had to leave his apartment.

" I don't know sergeant, but it must be important if Laswell called us during our time off. " Price said, also disgruntled at the fact that his leave was cut short.

" Everything is important when it comes our team. " Gaz said, clearly annoyed due to his short leave time.

Ghost didn't really say anything, he just walked behind everyone. He didn't really feel different about his leave cut short. Shit happens and terrorist and criminals don't rest. Evil doesn't rest.

" Ghost, are you really okay with this? They took our time off and cut it short. " Soap complained to Ghost.

" It must be very important for them to do that. " Ghost said entering the conference room. Soap didn't say anything after entering, but he was clearly annoyed at the fact that they had to come here.

They sat down, waiting for Laswell to come. She came in, an apologetic look on her face.

" I know, I know, but trust me, this is more important. " Laswell started, pulling up a photo on the big screen. It was a triangle with the iconic pirate skull and bones and on the top of the skull, there was a crown that awfully resembled the Royal crown. Beneath the skull was a phrase in Latin, Merces Letifer.

" This organization is used for hiring assassins and mercenaries. " Laswell started. " It's a neutral organization that works with a lot of governments and organization's. Despite offering the assassinations, they don't accept orders from the enemies of the allies. " Laswell said, pulling up a photo from the guy.

" This is (Y/N). He is one of their best agents and apparently he went rouge. Also, he is killing off some of our targets. " Laswell said, putting the tablet down.

" Is that why he is our problem? " Soap asked, but Price remembered something.

" Wait a second. I think we already had a case with one of the hitman. Remember? In Spain? " Price prompted everyone to remember.

" Yeah, I remember. " Soap started, snapping his fingers. " It was... Uhm... It was in Africa. I remember. A target was killed swiftly and quickly. But we all saw that it was a very particular way that he was killed. " Soap said and Ghost nodded.

" It was done with a single stab. Just... Perfectly done. " Ghost said, looking at (Y/N)'s photo.

" But it wasn't (Y/N). That was the other hitman. The one that thankfully didn't go rouge. However, (Y/N) is one of their best agents." Laswell explained to the team.

" Do we know why he went rouge? " Gaz asked, tilting his head.

" No. They didn't tell us. " Laswell said. " As if they would. " She added the last part quietly, making the other men in the room chuckle.

" You will be joined by König, I know you have worked with him before. " Laswell said, looking at the screen.

Price was pleased with that piece of information. König is an absolute unit of a man and if there was a chance of going up against (Y/N), they are going to need every single backup they could get.

(Y/N) was one of the the most deadliest, if not the deadliest agent the world.

" So I assume we have a location? " Ghost asked, eyes moving to look at Laswell.

" We do. It's here nearby, actually. Soap will be excited. " Laswell said and Soap smiled widely.

" Scotland forever. " Soap said, pumping his fist in the air.

Ghost shook his head quietly, trying not to smile.

" We have a location somewhere in the middle of no where. Satelite footage shows a small cabin and we have conformation that (Y/N) is in there. König is going to meet you at the base in Scotland. " Laswell said and Price stood up.

" Alright everyone, lets suit up. " Price said and the others stood up too.

Soap was bouncing in his seat in the plane. Ghost looked at him with a neutral look, but he was softened by this Scot. He really was. They stood up when the plane landed. All of them geared up, stepping out when the doors lowered down.

Soap was happy to be back, but the others weren't really happy as Soap was.

" Captain Price. " A voice said from the front and there was the giant named Konig. His voice was deep with a prominent German accent. Price shook his hand with the giant and the others nodded at Konig in return.

" Laswell briefed you? " Price asked as the five of them moved to the cars.

" Yes. I know that (Y/N) is dangerous and could kill us with everyday objects. I also know that he went rouge from his agency. " König explained to Price.

" Alright. It's just the five of us so we need to be careful. " Price said before getting in. Price, Konig got into one and Soap, Gaz and Ghost in the other. They didn't have any additional backup due to the secrecy of this mission.

After 2 hours of driving, they parked a little further from the cabin. They moved in silence and Price has ordered radio silence. They need to do this quietly.

They need to catch (Y/N) off guard.

But that's easier said than done. (Y/N) was trained as a mercenary, a really good one. No, not the good one, but the best one. And if this was going to succeed, then they need to do this quickly and carefully.

One way or another.

Price broke in first, rifle ready to shoot him. This mission was capture or kill.

They moved quitely through a bigger cabin then they thought. They were on high alert, moving quietly. Lets fucking go.

They separated and moved through out the cabin. Price stepped into the kitchen, grunting in pain as something hit him in the face. He saw (Y/N) in a blur as he was thrown across the room.

Ghost tried to help, but (Y/N) jumped on the counter, using it a jumping boost before he managed to bring Ghost down. Ghost grunted as he was slammed down. (Y/N) slid in between König's legs before jumping up using the wall and climbing up on König's shoulders and using his body to bring him down.

Konig didn't expect it and let out a grunt of pain as (Y/N) managed to slam him into the ground. He lunged at Soap and Gaz, bringing them both down.

Both Soap and Gaz didn't expect it, even though they saw it coming. (Y/N) ran out, getting into one of the vehicles. He drove off, chuckling.

He never intended to kill any of them. They weren't his targets in any way shape or form. He didn't have any intention to kill anyone who didn't deserve it. Not anymore. He killed those who did and didn't deserved it.

But now he was going to change. After being under someone else's control for a long time, he wanted some freedom. And he liked 141 TF. There was something about their tenacity and spirit that (Y/N) liked.

He knew that he is going to see them again. The search has started and so has the game of nerves.

Let the fun begin. ,

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