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smutstationchoochoo · 10 months

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Desperate

COD Men x FemReader

Hear me out: a sex pollen fic where reader isn’t affected but he is and he is gone.

Word count: ~3.6k

A/N: It’s just the poorly written sex pollen drabble of my dreams, it’s fuck or die lads. Insert your favorite COD man here. Please forgive me for any spelling/grammar mistakes and my complete lack of knowledge regarding military things, all I know is that these men are hot and I love them.

Warnings: sex pollen, unprotected PIV (wrap it up), overstimulation, dubious consent (consent is sexy folks)

Banner credit: @cafekitsune

You all had been briefed at 0200. The flight to Berlin left at 0300 where the team would be infiltrating a terrorist hideout, a suspected manufacturing site for a new chemical agent. You were told that as long as you didn’t ingest it, you would be fine.

The fact that it had been made airborne was not in the fucking briefing.

The team had been split into pairs, you and he took the North side of the suspected warehouse. The size of it should have tipped you all off. Everything was running smoothly until 3 combatants had come from the door at the end of the corridor. He called for cover and ran ahead. You dropped two before he even got a stride in. The other he disarmed in seconds and then with a deafening crack, both men slammed through a door and into the resulting room. A brief struggle then silence. You heard him start to call the ok, his voice in the comm sounding clearer than earlier, then a noise, a pop, and the sound of air. You froze, watching a gas spill from the open door and dissipate immediately. Just when you started moving again, a growling, “Don’t,” tore through the comm. Then, the sound of ripping Velcro and something hard (his helmet you realized with a sickening drop) hitting the concrete floor echoed out to you. Soft murmurs that grew into angry outbursts of fuck fuck fuck transformed into one that became a groan of what sounded like complete and utter pain. You didn’t even have to think, the severity of the situation settled in. “It’s a gas,” you barked into the comms, “Northside hit, need medevac in 30, going dark.” You waited for confirmation, seconds after getting it and receiving news that the warehouse was almost cleared, you went to find him.

You knew what it did, you all did. Jokes had been made, smirks shared, but you all knew how bad it was. You weren’t even close to prepared. He was sitting against the far wall or rather pressed into it using it to keep his now shaking frame upright, gear strewn around the room, combatant on your immediate left with a mask (his mask, the masks you all were wearing just in fucking case) gripped in a dead hand, an empty canister mockingly sitting in the middle of the room.

You gripped the combatant by his legs and dragged him to the hall, before slamming the door shut upon reentry and grabbing a near chair to jam the door. You immediately began stripping yourself of your outer tactical gear until you both matched in only your boots, pants, and base shirts and then you turned your attention to him. Now kneeling by his side you took him in, looking for any other injuries noting nothing serious. That almost made you laugh with relief until you saw the front of his pants and him frantically palming the growing outline. You swallowed and quickly looked at his face shocked back to the reality of the current situation. The usually stoic, always larger than life, incredibly strong man in front of you was reduced to tears dripping from his now blown and hazy eyes, falling down flushed cheeks and landing on the front of his shirt that clung to his hyperventilating chest. You knew he had been shot, stabbed often, and left for dead a time or two, but this…

Shiny and new neurotoxin, you remembered the brief, attacks the nervous system, causing the mark to feel intense arousal and as if they have been lit on fire, specially formulated not only to cause pain but a complete and utter breakdown of will as victims often experience hallucinations and loss of self. If left in the system, it raises the core temperature until convulsions set in, and then heart attack occurs. Do not touch it.

No one had to ask how it was worked out of the system. Then again, they all believed they were too smart to touch the shit. Couldn’t do much about breathing it in when your mask was ripped from your face though.

Your hand pressed to his slick forehead now radiating heat, and feeling as if it could burn you like an open flame. At the touch of your blessedly cool hand, he hissed a low fuck through his gritted teeth, keening into your touch. You swallowed, hand tilting his cheek to look up at you when you asked, “Can I help?” His hair was sticking up at all angles from the helmet being hastily pulled from his head, and he looked up at you and gave one weak nod, “Please.”

Upon looking at the desperation pooling in those dark eyes (those eyes you often were caught staring at) any small reservations evaporated from your body under his burning gaze. You swiftly reached out, mercifully helping him escape from the now too-tight pants, the bite of his zipper. The moment your skin brushed against the head of him he was bucking up against it. You had to reach the other hand out to steady yourself against his shoulder, another touch that jutted his hips and had him twitching into your grip.

“Is- is this helping?” you croaked out, struggling to swallow, struggling to contain the wave of arousal that was threatening to course through you. He nodded, chin slack against his chest as he watched your hand work against him, moving up and down against the veins seemingly trying to break through his skin. No thoughts went through his mind other than the knowledge that you were jerking him off and that it felt so good that he could cry in relief. But then something shuddered within him, something loud and fast like a wildfire, burning just as much, and hot thick ropes of cum spilled over your hand. He couldn’t even cry out, it happened so fast. His breath was coming out in loud pants, when a new thought, the thought that he had just come in maybe thirty seconds flashed through his mind but it was quickly replaced with the horrible realization that the feeling of being on fire wasn’t going away. It was getting worse, out of control, containment measures failed. At this, he let out a sob as his hips moved of their own volition into your still soothing grip. It wasn’t enough, he knew, you knew, it wasn’t enough.

You stood, and he whimpered at the loss of your touch but all sound stopped in his throat when he watched you decisively unzip your pants and pull them down to your ankles underwear included, kicking off a boot, and one pant leg. When you straddled his lap he desperately pulled you down onto him, your exposed core grinding down where he wanted you, where he fucking needed you, that’s when he began to talk. Begging you to help him, saying that he’s sorry over and over, that he needs your help, incoherent babbling from a breaking mind, please it hurts so bad, I-I don’t, I can’t- fuck, I need you... All cool, calm, collectedness burnt to fucking ash. Just a man reduced to pure longing and want. A longing and want that might be what was threatening to kill him, not the toxin, just the build up over the days, weeks, months he had been around you threatening to crush him. He almost wants to die, this was never how it was supposed to be. He wanted it to be good for you, you deserve that, you deserve better, he could have given you better-

But now what was he? A heaving chest under a sweat soaked shirt beneath eyes that watch you like some feral animal. Hands wanting to claw at the clothing now so heavy, hot, and itchy against his burning skin, but instead were gripping onto your hips like it’s going to save him from burning to a crisp. The broken moans tearing their way from his throat when you line up his painfully hard cock to your entrance makes you throb, and then his choking cry as you slide down on him punches the air from your chest.

“Does this feel ok?” you panted out after a moment, struggling, trying not to drown in the pleasure of him stretching you, filling you. He couldn’t form the words, couldn’t even nod. His forehead falling to your shoulder in utter relief, mouth dropped open as he repeats your name over and over like an apology, a thanks, a goddamned prayer. How all he can do is sit there on the floor of some warehouse, back against a wall, the only thing resembling his usual strength is that ironclad hold he has on your hips as he helps you drag yourself up, then, accompanied by the tortuously obscene sounds of your wetness, back down. Brokenly pleading with you not to stop, don’t stop, fuck p-please don’t stop. You feel like molten heaven against his cock, your moans like angels (or devils, he’s too far gone to care at this point) singing through the blood rushing in his ears. One of your hands again steadies yourself on his shoulder, the other steadying him, an anchor point, with your achingly gentle hold on the nape of his damp neck (so gentle that it breaks his fucking heart, he wanted to give you more, you deserved more) as you ride him. Your hips rock once more, twice more, before his body seizes up with electricity that ricochets up his spinal cord and reverberates through his skull. His fingers dig into the soft skin of your hips, teeth grinding and eyes slamming shut, as he releases inside of you with a shattered cry. The sound of you gasping, now clutching, raking your fingers into him, has his hips continuing their rutting up into you, pushing his cum as deep as he can within your walls.

He stills for 10 seconds at most, panting breaths thunderous between you two, before pulling you into his chest, his hips slamming up into you, hard and hot as if he didn’t just fuck you until he could see every neuron firing behind his eyes. His hot open mouth finds your shocked one in a perfectly surprised “o,” more apologies pushing from his lungs and into yours between loud wet kisses as he listens (is blessed with thank you God) to you beginning to come apart. You couldn’t help it, as you ground down into his thrusts, even though you knew the threatening climax was going to be terrifying. Your breathing was ragged now as well, the air becoming harder and harder to drag into your lungs in between you cursing and moaning, and then- fucking hell- you’re at the precipice. Before you can even utter a syllable you are being flung over the edge. The pleasure rips through you, waves breaking against the rocky shore, with such intensity that it hurts, causing you to dig your nails into his skin, and bright spots to dance behind your closed eyes while the distant feeling of wetness registers from between you two. He explodes again with a gasp, feels you clench around him like a vice, his name, his real name, forcing its way from inside you and into his mouth with every pulse and it tastes so so good that he can’t stop, he never wants to stop, just filling you up until it drips from you, filling you with him because you’re his, his. Even when you both whimper and shudder with overstimulation, his arms shaking in their grip around you, he can only press his forehead to yours, rolling it desperately, as he begs for your forgiveness. I can’t stop, it won’t stop, I’ll make it good, please next time I’ll make it good.

“It is good,” you whisper to him with hitched breath from each thrust, trying to reassure him, “It’s ok, it’s ok.” You don’t know if he can hear you, his eyes are wild and don’t seem to even register that you are actually on top of him, that he’s inside of you, that he has made you yell out his name over and over and over. You don’t think he even knows what he is saying. Next time.

His own voice comes to him from somewhere far away, through the flames licking at his mind, please- fuckin’ hell please, just a little more- I just need one more, I need you, please don’t stop, I don’t want to stop nearly unrecognizable as he comes inside you again and again and again.

It isn’t until the medevac came and he was sedated that what just happened began to sink in. For a week, a fucking week, he’s in critical condition. No one talks about it, at least not in the way you all did before this. You saved him, you’re told. You don’t want to think about it, if you think about it then you think about how good it felt, how fucked it is that it felt good, and how everything is gone. If you think about all he said, you’d overthink, give meaning where there was none. He probably won’t be able to look at you anymore. You went to see him that first day. You sat next to him for mere minutes before bolting, the fear of him waking up and looking at you with disgust, telling you to get out in that icy voice you knew so well, sent you running straight to the mats to train until you wanted to scream. That’s all you did now, and that was where you decided you would stay until you died. That is until someone came and found you, told you he was awake, and that he had asked for you. The whole walk to the infirmary had adrenaline coursing through you, you wanted to run, to fight, to freeze right there in the hall and never move another fucking muscle. The thought of losing him, him being there but not wanting to be near you anymore made you feel sick. It had been so long, so long of repressing those feelings that flared in your chest when he smiled at you during sparring, the feeling of him seated next to you on a flight, his eyes catching yours just so you could stay with him. Well, you thought with dripping ire, that had literally and figuratively been fucked now hadn’t it?

You knocked, heard his gruff voice, and entered. You stopped dead in your tracks three steps into the room after mistakenly looking up and finding him staring at you from where he sat on the edge of the bed, already dressed, looking like he was about to head out on another call. You were desperately trying not to shake but your hands gave you away. You could take on a man twice your size without batting an eye but this?- you were terrified.

The moment you walked into the room, all his time that morning when he first woke thinking about what he would say to you, how he could face you, was knocked from his mind. You had saved his life. He never wanted that. He wanted to give it to you, it was yours after all. He didn’t know when it had become yours, every single part of him, but if he had to wager a guess it was the moment he found you in his life. And it might all be ruined.

The memories had started coming to him immediately after waking up, almost more clear and real now than in the moment. It jolted him awake so hard that the attending ran into the room for fear that his hammering heart had in fact given out. Once his breathing had calmed a little, he tried to sift through the fog. His recall of the smell of you, the arousal dripping from between your legs, mixed with your sweat and the familiar scent of your grapefruit and ginger shampoo, nearly pulled a groan from his chest. The soft touch of your hands, cool and strong against the fire that spread through his blood, had brought him back. The feeling of you breaking, the soft whines, the way you said his name… the things he had said, he couldn’t just shut the fuck up could he?

He had to bring his hands up to cover his eyes, willing the images to go away, just for a moment, please, he just needed some time, if only he had time- next time. Next time, he had told you. A desperate promise, a reassurance, trying to tell you that it wasn’t just the chemical coursing through him, it wasn’t just his hijacked nervous system. Did she know? Did she understand? That’s when he asked for you, without thinking, just wanting to see you, to explain. He had never been good with words unless it was biting sarcasm across comms or coolly delivering ultimatums in an interrogation. Then he remembered, the thing that sent his heart barreling through his chest for the second time, the machine next to him screaming. It is good, you had said, it’s ok, it’s ok, you had whispered.

He ripped the monitors off his chest, ignoring the doctor's protestations, found the clothes that had been brought in for him and got dressed. Now that you were standing here before him he was unsure. You looked scared, and he could count on one hand all the times he had seen you in such a state.

His staring was unnerving, more unnerving than if he had shouted, yelled, grabbed you, anything but this, this was fucking torture. You had to leave, just get off base, go somewhere, anywhere but here- the sudden sound of your name shook you from the reverie. The tone had your eyes finding his immediately.

He stayed seated, scared that if he stood, if he made his way to you, you would run, and you both knew that you were much quicker than him. If you ran, if you left, he would never catch up. Only when his knuckles began to ache did he realize how tightly he was gripping the edge of the mattress in an effort to keep himself there. It was hard to look at you and not remember the way you had looked when you pressed your hand to his forehead, when you had thrown your head back in pleasure, when you had grabbed his face when he was too exhausted to continue but thankfully no longer felt like he was burning alive. It was hard to remember and not stride across the room and hold you. He took a breath and forced his shoulders to relax in a way that he had done so many times before.

“I-,” he started, his voice cutting through the room, his normal voice, the one you recognized as him and it set you slightly at ease from sheer familiarity, “I’m so sorry.” Now he had to turn his eyes downcast.

“What?” Your response, the shock in your voice, forced him to look at you again. Your hands itched at your sides, confusion rippling across your face.

His eyes narrowed, he knew you so well. Always blaming yourself. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, “I’m sorry that happened, I’m sorry you were put in that position,” the word choice made him nearly cringe. He continued, “I never-I didn’t want it to happen that way.”

Your brain jolted, standing there in shocked silence, his words thundering through your ears accompanied by the pleading of next time.

He pressed on, desperately trying, “I know you, you’re going to think this was your fault. It wasn’t. There was nothing either of us could do, thank you for your, uh, help. Just- fuck, please just say some-,”

Shock still swept through you, the words escaped your mouth before you could think, “Did you mean it?” You figured by the way he leaned back that he knew what you were talking about. Then he held out a hand, palm up, an offering. Before you knew it, you had crossed the room, putting your hand in his and letting it gently pull you between his legs. His giant frame meant even sitting on the gurney that his gaze was level with yours, and those eyes searched your own when one word sounded through the room.

“Yes.”

This word broke you. One fucking word, one word that answered every glance between you two, every smile shared, a word you brokenly whispered into the night when you had a hand between your legs thinking about him knowing you shouldn’t. You hadn’t cried all week, but now the giant tears rolling down your cheeks felt like a release. When his free hand, warm and rough, swiped them away you couldn’t help leaning into it, just as he had done. All tension, all fear, dissipated from the room. That hand continued to just below your ear, cupping your neck, and gently pulling you forward to press his head against yours, eyes shutting, just resting there against each other in the moment.

“What the fuck are we gonna do?” you sighed.

You could feel the smirk that you knew was slipping across his mouth.

“Well, I did say next time.”

This time when you rode him with the small bed creaking beneath the movements, he stopped you any time you tried to speed up (it was your turn to beg and plead), keeping you at a languid torturous pace. That way the bastard had all the time in the world to whisper into your mouth, letting you taste each word, all the things he would do to you next time and all the times after that.

Thank you so much for reading, please let me know what you think! :)

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evanpeterswhoresblog · 11 months

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I love your fics omg you're so talented

Can you make an adult world fic? Alex obviously. Like reader is working with him and Alex keeps pushing vibrators on her skin and laughing n stuff. Then she's sick of his shit right so then she goes to the back and does her thing out there but Alex keeps teasing her and he goes out back with her and he starts to like rub himself on her and put her hand on his boner. Stuff like that. Kinda non con but the reader likes it she just doesn't want to admit it.

Can you make Alex make the reader give him head too? If it's too much just do the teasing. Luv u <3

i tried my best to make this fit your request i hope i did alright, i’ve never really written anything non con i don’t even know if this fits as the category lol but either way hope you enjoy :)

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The Late Shift

Alex (Adult World) x f!reader

warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, slight non con, oral male receiving, sex toys (not used for sex tho), pretty rough sex tbh, lmk what else if i missed any

summary: as you and alex are doing your last work for the night, things take a different turn than what you expected…

word count: 2.2k

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You’ve never been big on sex. You like it of course. But you’ve never been one to experiment with sex toys or watch a ton of porn. So how you ended up working for a sex shop is a mystery. You were desperate for a job, and Adult World happened to be the closest, easiest place hiring. It’s been an easy job, for the most part. Except for one thing.

Your manager.

Alex is a good person, he’s funny, kind, and when you’re confused on anything he’s a great help. The only issue is how fucking attracted you are to him. You swear he’s the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. His dark curly hair, dark mysterious eyes, he’s perfect. You’ve never wanted a guy more than you want Alex. It makes working with him hard, but so far, you’ve managed. Barely.

Right now, the two of you are unpacking new sex toys for the store. You talk casually, but you focus more of your attention on the crazy shapes and sizes these dildos are. Alex must notice your surprise.

“Would you ever use one of these?” He asks, holding up a glass dildo with patterns on it.

You chuckle. “I think that thing would tear me apart.”

“I’ve seen girls stick way crazier things up their pussy’s, like food and shit,” Alex replies with a laugh.

“So that’s what you jerk off to? Good to know,” you tease.

“Yeah, I bet you wanted to know. Just so you know, ff I go searching tomorrow night and find a video of you sticking a cucumber up your pussy, I’ll cum so hard.”

You feel your cheeks go red at his comment but keep your composer. Sometimes Alex says things that make you a little uncomfortable, but you know it’s all jokes so you don’t care too much. Plus, it gives you hope that maybe he has the same feelings for you.

“Hey y/n, get a look at this,” Alex says.

Before you can look you feel the vibrations on your skin. You flinch and push Alex’s hand away, but he keeps putting the vibrator on you. He’s laughing, you’re not. You don’t find his distractions entertaining right now. After a few seconds of this you slap the vibrator out of his hand and glare at him.

“Stop Alex, I’m trying to work,” you snap. He keeps laughing and with each second that passes you become more annoyed.

“It’s just a joke calm your tits. I’m the manager dude it’s not like we’re gonna get in trouble for talking,” he replies.

You huff. “Just, stop okay.”

“How about you stop being such a buzz kill,” he mumbles under his breath.

You ignore his comment and continue to unpack. Things are calm for a few minutes, before Alex gets his hands on another vibrator. He presses it against your cheek this time. You immediately slap his hand away again, but this time you stand up and try your hardest not to lose your cool. He looks up at you, about to speak, but you cut him off before he can.

“I’m gonna take this box out to the garbage,” you say, picking up an empty box that once contained a number of dildos and walking to the back door without listening to his reply.

You wonder why he’s being so difficult tonight. He typically talks a lot during your shifts together, but this is different. Usually, his jokes and comments aren’t too bad, why’s tonight different? You get to the back of the store quick and stuff the box into the dumpster. When that’s done you lean back on the brick wall, a sigh escapes your lips at the silence, it’s nice not hearing Alex’s voice. You grab your phone out of your pocket and start to text your friends back.

Sadly, your peace is interrupted after only five minutes. Alex calls your name from the door, telling you to come back in and help him finish before you guys have to close up. You silently curse but follow his instructions. You feel a bit bad; you know he’s not trying to make you upset, but he just is. You promise yourself you’ll try your hardest to tolerate him, after all you only have an hour left till the store closes. You can suck it up.

You’re walking down one of the aisles when Alex appears in front of you. You give him a small smile. You feel worse looking at his innocent face. Maybe you were overreacting.

“Sorry for walking out, I’m just tired and I want to go home,” you apologize.

“I get it, I’m sorry if I was being annoying, I really like making you laugh. Sometimes I try too hard,” he replies with a small laugh.

You smile. “That’s sweet.”

“You think so?”

You begin to walk toward him, toward the last unopened boxes. “Of course, I’m very flattered you enjoy my laughter. But anyway, how about we speed through the last of the boxes and go home early? You think they’ll notice?”

“Probably not,” he answers.

You’re close enough to him that you expect him to move aside so you can go to the unfinished work, but he doesn’t. Instead of moving he simply stares down at you, a strange look in his eyes. You know that look, you’ve looked at him like that. He wants you. If it were any other day, you’d be ecstatic. But right now, all you want to do is finish the tasks and go home. You look around him, trying to signal that you want him to move. He doesn’t.

“So, let's get this shit over with,” you say, clear as day about what you want.

He still doesn’t move. “You know y/n, you’re more fun when you aren’t taking this job seriously.” He steps closer to you, only a foot now separating the two of you. “I want that version of you right now.”

You laugh awkwardly. “Come on Alex, I just want to go home.”

“I’ll be quick, but I assumed you wanted something that would last longer.”

He puts his hands on your shoulders and backs you up against a shelf. Your heart rate quickens, is this real? You stare into his eyes, a confused expression on your face. You’ve had dreams of this happening, but in all of them you wanted it, right now you don’t exactly want it.

“Alex...” you say. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t play coy, I’ve seen the way you look at me. I know you want this too,” he answers, his lips curling up into a devilish smirk. He presses his body against you and you feel how hard he is, it makes you gasp. “I want it really bad.”

You don’t know what to say. Part of you wants to push him off you and run out of the store, but another part of you wants to see where this goes. You feel him start to rub himself against your leg, it makes you feel paralyzed. He’s too strong to push away, you think. It would be useless to try. So, you realize your fate lies with what Alex chooses to do.

He leans his head down, softly pressing his lips against yours. You can’t deny how long you’ve wanted this to happen. You just wish it wasn’t happening right this second. Nevertheless, you kiss him back, your mind adjusting to the knowledge that this is going to happen. You let him grope your breasts, squeezing and massaging them through your shirt. You even let him scoop you up in his arms and carry you to one of the desks in the back office. Though, you didn’t have much of a choice to start with.

He lays you down on a desk, his lips moving feverishly with yours. You can’t keep it together. His lips are moving so aggressively, they’re so soft. He bites down on your bottom lip and you groan into his mouth, the pain making that feeling between your thighs grow. He pulls his lips away and starts to kiss down your neck, leaving hickeys behind as he takes your delicate skin into his mouth. You throw your head back and moan, he pushes your knees apart and fills the space with his body.

“Alex... are there any cameras back here?” You ask, your breath ragged as he sucks a spot near your collar bone.

“Course not,” he answers in a hushed tone.

“Are you sure we should be doing this? What if someone comes in?” You’re second guessing this, maybe you should’ve protested more. The last thing you want is to have a customer come in and catch this.

“Just be quiet y/n it’s fine,” he responds.

You’re about to speak again, but that’s when he starts to rub one of his hands up your thigh and right between your thighs. You moan again as he starts to rub you through your pants. He knows exactly what he’s doing and it makes you feel like your body is floating.

He trails his kisses back up your neck until he catches your lips again. You kiss him hard, your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer. You buck your hips; you need more pressure. Alex understands this and presses his fingers harder on your jeans right over your clit. You’re so wet, you need him. You’ve never felt such desire for another human being.

“I want you to do something for me,” Alex says against your lips.

“Anything,” you reply without thinking, you’re too wrapped up on how good he’s rubbing you.

He pulls back and you open your eyes, he’s unbuckling his belt. You sit up on your elbows and watch as he pulls down his jeans, his hard cock very noticeable. He grabs your hands and pulls you forward till you’re off the desk. You’re confused until he pushes you down onto your knees, his crotch right in front of your face. You look up at him, he brushed a hand though your hair.

You don’t really want to suck his dick, but you’re too afraid of him forcing you that you don’t object. Instead, you pull him boxers down and stoke him gently. He sighs in pleasure and continues to brush his fingers through your hair. You don’t waste any more time. You start by slowly swirling your tongue around his tip, enjoying the way he whispers your name. After that, you lick down his shaft, you don’t like when dicks are dry down your throat.

Soon enough you’re deepthroating him, practically gagging on his dick. He’s a moaning mess, both his hands tangled in your hair. You don’t mind it as much as earlier. You even enjoy certain parts. Like how when you move your tongue as you suck, he’ll praise you, or how when you tighten your lips around him, he groans. With each sound that leaves him your panties become more and more wet.

When he’s close to cumming he pushes you off him, telling you to take your clothes off and lay back down on the desk. You do exactly as he says and before long, he’s back between your thighs, leaving wet kisses all over your body. You can’t handle how much you need him. The heart beat between your legs is all you can think of, and when he brushes his tip between your soaked folds you almost moan.

You grip his shoulders, your eyes locked on his. “Alex just fuck me already.”

“Someone’s needy,” he mumbled, his tone sending tingles throughout your body. He positions his tip at your entrance and leans down to connect your lips. “But your wish is my command.”

With that, he begins to fuck you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your nails digging into his shoulders. He thrusts at a pace that makes your toes curl. It’s so hard, so deep, so perfect. The desk rocks so hard you think the legs might break. You don’t even care. All you care about is that Alex doesn’t stop, not for anything.

He does though, but for a good reason. He pulls out of you and before you can even question it, he grabs you, flips you, and bends you over the edge of the desk. He resumes his thrusts, and you can’t help but moan loud enough that anyone in the store would be able to hear. You almost scream when he grabs your hips and pulls you back, his dick hitting right on your cervix over and over again. It’s almost too much for you to take.

He leans down after a few minutes and whispers in your ear, “You feel so fucking good y/n, it’s so hard not to cum.”

“Alex,” you moan.

“Are you close baby?” He breathes.

“Yes, please keep going,” you answer.

In minutes you cum so hard you swear you see stars. You moan Alex’s name so loud you’re sure everyone in the building next door can hear you. It’s the best feeling of your life. Your legs give out, Alex has to hold you up. Your nails dig into the desk, your whole face turns red, and you feel those orgasmic pulses throughout your entire body. He cums soon after you, pulling out and spilling his seed onto your back. You’re grateful, you forgot to tell him you weren’t on the pill.

“Well,” he says as you’re both still trying to catch your breath. “That was definitely better than unpacking those boxes.”

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redpool · 9 months

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Day 7463 of asking the fan fiction writers to write normal fanfiction for the Call of Duty boys.

#if i see one more gross ass fic for any of them i swear #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #john mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x reader #alex keller x reader #echo 3 1 x reader #könig x reader

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anothercrisis · 1 year

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Wake up, I’ve been brainrotting over the civvie au (with healthy enablement from @alexgalaxyboo) and I’m here to share some thoughts.

Here’s some of the groundwork and some who will be here and how they get introduced:

Price, late-thirties, decides he’s tired of the city and wants to move into a quieter neighborhood. He can work remotely and doesn’t have any real ties or reasons to stay in the city so he doesn’t.

The house he purchases is a shabby thing at the corner of the street. His neighbors are the Laswells, Kate the American and her British wife, along with Kate’s nephew, Alex Keller.

Their houses are a little closer than standardly comfortable. But there is a large oak tree between them (remember that, it’s vitally important later on) that shadows and gives them a bit of privacy.

The neighborhood is friendly enough with each other, but they’re not like a community. Which suits Price fine because he isn’t there to make friends; he just wants some quiet. But the Laswells see this man move in next door, alone, and adopt him. They check up on him regularly, invite him over for tea, and bake and cook for him occasionally.

And it’s good for several years, this little life. But Price didn’t account for the loneliness he would start to feel. So, because of the heart he has and the fact he always wanted to be a father, he signs up to foster kids.

Soap and Gaz, who are about 10 and 9 respectively, are two halves of a pair. (I’m not sure yet why they’re in the foster care system but that’s where they are.) The system has tried to separate them, but Soap is crazy and does all kinds of wild shit any time Gaz is taken away from him, like setting things on fire or running away.

Chaos Incarnate and his Accomplice get assigned to Price, who is nervous at first because of what he’s heard, but this man (in every universe it’s a Constant) can and will adopt and wrangle these boys with his firm father hand and his depthless love.

The fact that Alex Keller, who is Soap’s age, lives next door has nothing to do with why Soap behaves. It’s totally not because Gaz has a crush on the American boy and asks Soap to behave so they can stay. (I’m lying to you.)

But it’s not just that. Soap and Gaz fit in really well with Price. They like him, he likes them. They make a good family. So, after having them for a time, he starts the process of legal adoption. They’re about 12 and 11 when they legally becomes Price’s sons.

Some months later, the Riley family moves into the neighborhood, bringing with them another boy their age. Simon is about 13 and is immediately welcomed into their merry little band of preteens. Which he joins, because he takes any opportunity to be away from his father.

Time passes. The boys are getting bigger and stronger. They play rough, and sometimes do it inside despite Price’s insistent that they don’t. Soap accidentally puts his shoulder through the wall while trying to evade capture. Insert Nik, the big Russian carpenter/repairman who Soap and Gaz immediately decide will be their second dad.

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yukiipukii3 · 2 days

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suddenly had the urge to to write a little smthhhh while listening to my 2016 music 😭.

our fluffydutch/german!farmer taking his precious earthyblack!reader along to the farmers market with him! and reader getting in a bittttt of trouble 🫢 (nsfw next part 🤭)

come on!!

Oh my ... there goes Mr teddy bear.. having to search for you again as you've wandered off to search for the animal section here. at this point teddy is really considering getting us one of those little backpacks with the leash on it (😭).

oh poor man can't even catch a break as he shopped. oh, but as he stress bought, you popped right back up next to him with something.. exotic?!

"bubba look! i bought us a ferret!" you giggled happily, showing off the long furry animal

as you thought your husband would be happy with what you had spent your money on, he couldn't even crack you a smile. sighing as he rubbed his forehead he tried to have remorse for what he now considered his bit-bimboed wife.

"Hun.." he sighed "we don't .. need anymore animals.. " he continued, sighing as he let you down

"but.. bitte?" you politely begged, tugging at he sleeve.

he knew you absolutely didn't need any more animals on your already packed farm but oh.. your eyes.. your small begs.. how could your man just say no to you!?

"you really stress me, schatz" he sighs once more, his words being your indication for a yes.

you giggle happily and peck his cheek, hugging his side as he continued shopping. pointing out a few things he missed on the list.

"i don't need your fuckin' help, puppe" he chuckles, placing the missing items in his basket. you giggle once more, placing another warm kiss on his face.

ah .. there you go again.. not too far this time though! you saw a snack stand not too far away and slipped right from his side.

"hm.." you examined the vast variety of self serve snacks and candies in front of you.

"hi sweetheart! well aren't you a cute one? here, this one is on me, get what ever you'd like, doll!" a tall man approaches from behind the stand, handing you a medium sized plastic bag. you smile sweetly at his kind compliments then brightly at his kind gesture of paying for whatever you grabbed.

as you began scooping and using the little tonsil to pick your candies the (guessing) owner began small talk. and oh, you just wanting to be oh so friendly, you complied and replied.

"so.. see some stuff you like?" he chuckles, sucking on a toothpick he had sticking out of his mouth

"mhm!" you giggle, adding more things

"gon' on and fill it up sweetheart" he encouraged, waving his hand out to let you know it was okay

you nod, looking around at the other options, picking up a few pieces of cotton candy and some gummy eggs.

"do you have any popcorn or chips? I thought I saw some when i came over here" you give a warm smile, as you picked and put some sour belts into your bag.

"oh yeah, yeah hold on.." he turns around and bends over a bit to pull out a popcorn machine. "I'll make some popcorn for you doll.. only for one thing.." he said, plugging in the machine.

"hm? I'll do it!" you giggled, stopping to look up.

"I just want oneeee.. little kiss right here" he pat the middle of his cheek with the bed of his index finger.

"oh umm.. hold on, I'll go see if my husband will let me!" i place the bag down on his stand, turning around quickly to go grab Teddy.

"wait, you have a husband?" he asks rather quickly

"yes! just please, stay right there!" you happily walk over to teddy

"bubba! can I give that man over there a kiss for some popcorn" you point to the man. "he said he'd give me free candy too!" you giggle happily, looking up at him as you hugged him

"a.. kiss.. for popcorn and.. candy" teddy sighed "the woman you are princess.." he huffs, paying for the groceries before walking you two over to the man's pop up shop.

Dictionary;

bitte(german): please

schatz(german): darling

puppe(german): doll

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hiiii!! i would rlly RLLY love it if you guys would recommend and request stuff, I've had writers block for a bit after I posted the first fic so I'm kinda bummed out and idk what this is 😭😭😭. yes there will be a next part after this and smut is included so mdni and yep... please send in requests ..🧸

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luvverslair · 28 days

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if anyone has any requests for call of duty or any other fandoms please send them in requests are open thank you !!

also thank you all for the love on my recent posts it means a lot to me !!

luv, luvver

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callsign-bunnie · 1 year

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Some Gaz and Alex fluff. They meet as teenagers at a beach and Gaz watches Alex surfing/playing beach volleyball and they have a cute summer romance.

I'm not really good at writing teen romances. However, I thought this was a funnier idea.

Gaz was having a conundrum. Of course, between falling out of two helicopters, having just gotten rid of a corrupted American General, and then constantly having to deal with a cartel leader who couldn’t quite decide if she was the group Vodka Aunt or their worst nightmare…

When was Gaz not having a conundrum?

Whatever, Gaz was having a massive conundrum. The biggest conundrum. The worst conundrum. What was the origin of the word conundrum, anyway?

Focus, Gaz. The conundrum.

(The origin is unknown, but it was recorded as early as the 1600s so it’s an old word. It sounds like something that Shakespeare would make up.)

He and Alex had been dating for a while and the fact that he had only just put the pieces together, now, was honestly embarrassing. So embarrassing, in fact, that he just had to tell Price about it. Price was close enough to his dad and Laswell was currently with the aforementioned CIA agent on a mission for Farah. And, seeing as it was almost Christmas…

Well, it was November, but who fucking cares?

Anyway.

Gaz had waited until it was just him and Price at the ranch house before plopping down on the emerald green couch beside Price. He paused, touching over the material. He knew Rudy had picked all of the furniture and… damn. He had taste. It felt expensive. Fuck, it looked expensive.

Focus, Gaz! The conundrum!

“Sir, I need to talk to you about something.”

Price paused where he’d been reading a book, his reading glasses on, and he looked up at the wall. “Can it wait, Garrick?”

“No it cannot. It is fairly important. I am having a conundrum.” Gaz looked at Price, who didn’t move. He narrowed his eyes at the cover of the book. “The Twin Flames of Desire?” He raised an eyebrow, watching his Captain turn a deep dark shade of red. “Isn’t that- Isn’t that a firefighter erotica? That one that Soap was gushing over about the two firefighters who meet and charm that librarian? It turns out they’re both fucking and they want the librarian to join them as their third?” It was an MLM erotica. Gaz didn’t read many eroticas and, in fact, Soap had mentioned listening to the audiobook.

But, Soap had went over the plot in excruciating detail to Rudy and Gaz and Gaz remembered Price had been in the room, too. He hadn’t thought he was listening, though.

“Alright, alright!” Price dog-eared the page and put the book down. “You have my attention, Garrick.”

“Nah, nah, the conundrum can wait a minute.” Gaz shook his head. “I didn’t know you had such… proclivities, captain.” He chuckled, leaning back against the couch. “I thought you and Nik were rather… uh…”

“Oh, can it!” Price huffed. “I’m a 37 year old man, of course I have.. proclivities. Don’t be juvenile, sergeant.”

“My apologies, Captain, I’m just taking the piss a little.” Gaz laughed, finding how flustered Price seemed to be getting to be a little amusing.

Price rolled his eyes. “Don’t get cheeky. Just tell me the damn conundrum.”

“Right,” Gaz nodded and straightened back up. “But first… I have to tell you a story.”

Price groaned. “Gaz, can you just tell me the problem? I don’t have time for a story.”

“My apologies, I’ll just leave you with… what was his name? Damian Flame?” Gaz joked, making a motion as if he was about to stand.

“God, fine, you can tell me whatever story as long as you promise to never bring this up again.” Price rolled his eyes. “I found it in Rodolfo’s library, can’t you go tease him about it?”

“No, because that tracks for Rodolfo.” Gaz shook his head. “I doubt he’d even be ashamed over it. You, on the other hand….”

“The story, Garrick.”

Gaz laughed. “Right.” He nodded and sighed, trying to figure out where to start. “So… when I was 14, my foster family and I went to the states on vacation.”

Kyle looked around as his foster family went down to the beach. There were a decent amount of them, but most of them were teenagers at that rate. Well… Kyle was the youngest, so all of them were teenagers. He was 15, in fact, though he was pretty tall for being 15.

“Kyle!” His foster mother called and Kyle quickly jogged over, frowning.

“Yes?” He asked when he got close, watching her spread out a blanket. Already, his mind was counting his foster siblings nearby, seeing who all had already ditched them for the water.

There were 10 of them, total, but he could only count four, not including himself. Then he could spot the others scattered around the beach, already taking part in activities. It made sense, most of his foster siblings were more social than he was. Kyle was… well, a bit of an introvert. He didn’t mind it, but he definitely wasn’t going to find himself participating in volleyball or anything like that.

Definitely going to swim, though.

He turned to his foster mother before helping her use the cooler to weigh down the blanket, accepting a popsicle when she offered it. “Did you need anything else?” He asked, assuming she’d just wanted help.

“Yes,” she nodded. “You know how your sister is, I need to talk to the lifeguards about her accommodations.”

Kyle resisted rolling his eyes. One, because he did not think she had to do that, and two because of course she was getting him to do it. She knew he didn’t really like talking to new people, which was probably why she was asking him. He knew it wasn’t out of malicious intent, she just felt it was her duty to prepare him for the real world.

The real world… the mysterious other world that everyone kept telling him to get ready for. As if he was being sent on a rocketship to a mysterious other planet.

Kyle still nodded and said he would do it, turning and looking around for the little building the lifeguard resided in. Well, he spotted the tower first, before seeing that the building was built into it, and then he spotted the lifeguard.

His mind stuttered as his eyes caught on him. He was tall, quite a bit taller than Kyle, but seeing as he was clearly an adult and Kyle was only 15, that made sense. Blonde and toned and… bloody gorgeous. Oh no. Oh no no no.

Kyle knew he was gay. That… was fairly obvious. His foster family knew, too, and they had stated many times that they didn’t care. He didn’t necessarily just randomly tell other people, but he had the feeling it was fairly obvious.

He took a deep breath. “Mum, are you sure you can’t get David to do it?”

“Kyle, I asked you to. Just go talk to them and tell them I need to talk to them.”

Kyle did stop to question why she wasn’t just going to the tower and talking to them, herself, but he shrugged that off and took a deep breath. “Alright… I will.” He more mumbled it, doubting she even heard, and he finally took the first step.

His heart quickened as he approached the lifeguard’s tower and he glanced in the building, praying there was another lifeguard who was closer to his age or… not completely gorgeous in the building but… it was empty.

It made sense. He glanced around, noticing that the beach didn’t appear super busy, and so it made sense that they’d only have one Lifeguard. It was also Wednesday… He finally allowed himself to look up, glad to see the Lifeguard was not looking at him.

Instead, he was looking out at the beach through sunglasses. Aviators, he was pretty sure they were called.

“Um…” Kyle winced at how weak his voice was. “E-Excuse me!” He finally managed, turning dark red at how almost squeaky his voice was. God, this was mortifying.

However, it had worked because then the lifeguard was looking down at him and he was half grinning, dropping down in front of Kyle. Kyle quickly stumbled back, putting some distance between them and trying so very hard not to let his eyes wonder. “You need something?” The lifeguard asked.

Kyle clenched his hands into fists, forcing his eyes to look anywhere else, settling on an umbrella in the distance. “My um… My mum needs to talk to you. My sister, she has these accommodations-”

“Oh, cool.” The lifeguard nodded and then ducked into the building. Kyle leaned into the building, confused.

Kyle frowned and watched him as he sat down at the chair in there, noticing a computer. And that the building had a floor. Huh, he didn’t know they had like… things in them. He just thought they were little buildings for shade. He ducked back as the lifeguard looked at him, blushing dark.

“You can come in, kid.” The lifeguard laughed. “I don’t bite.”

Oh, that statement did embarrassing things to Kyle’s brain. His brother, David, would have likely responded with “not even if I ask nicely?” But Kyle absolutely was not saying that. This was embarrassing. He peeked back in before shaking his head, deciding to go with the safe option and just not.

The Lifeguard frowned before shrugging and then he was grabbing a clipboard, sticking a paper in it, and coming back out. “Can you take this to your mom and then tell her I’ll come talk to her in like thirty minutes when my shift ends? Braeden should be here to relieve me and I’ll go over details so I can tell everyone else. Cool?”

Kyle blinked, staring at the clipboard. “Yeah, I can.” He took the clipboard, trying not to blush again. God, get it together, Kyle. He hugged the clipboard and backed up, watching the lifeguard go back up the stairs to the top of the tower. “Oh, wait!” He called before he could stop himself. “My mum will want to know your name!”

“Alex!” The lifeguard called back down, leaning against the rail of the tower, again. “I’m the only one on staff with that name!”

“Awesome.” Kyle mumbled and finally ran off to go talk to his mom again. He held out the clipboard when he got close to her, relaxing when she took it. “He’s the only lifeguard, so he’ll come talk to you when his shift ends in thirty minutes.”

His mom looked down at the clipboard and then shrugged. “What’s his name?” She asked as she got out a pen, starting to fill out the paperwork.

Kyle blushed. “Alex.” He liked having the lifeguard’s name. He knew there was no chance in hell but… At least he had a name. Alex. It was simple, likely something he’d find in his sister’s romance books.

He glanced back over at the lifeguard, seeing he was now talking to another lifeguard who had likely just arrived. Huh, he hadn’t thought it’d been thirty minutes, yet. But, as he watched Alex move, hating that he was able to pick up how his swim shorts hung off his hips a little, revealing a v-line that Kyle had to fight his mind not to take interest in.

God, the fucking sunshine was reflecting off his fucking abs…

Yeah, Alex was definitely the guy on the cover, too. He hoped Alex wouldn’t have too many shifts or else this summer would be torturous… He quickly looked away, turning dark red as Alex glanced at him. Fuck. Don’t be fucking obvious, you idiot.

He looked at his mum, who was continuing to fill out paperwork. Then he was being shoved, lightly, almost losing his balance. He huffed and turned to look at David, who was laughing. “Kyle’s got a crush.”

“I do not!” Kyle immediately defended.

David just laughed harder. “Yes you do! It’s so obvious! Anyway, I was coming over to ask if you wanted to come with me and these girls I just met to the surf beach tomorrow.”

“You don’t surf.” Kyle made a face. Neither did he, for that matter. They were both on the swim team, but… Kyle was planning to quit and David sucked at it. He narrowed his eyes. “And I’m guessing these are pretty girls?”

“They’re total fucking babes.”

“You’re british!” Kyle exclaimed. “You don’t even use that lingo!” He crossed his arms and then groaned as David put his hands together and made a pleading face. “Prick. Fine. We can go to the surf beach. But I’m not saving your ass if you fall off your board. What did you tell them?”

David winced, looking sheepish. “I may have told them… that I was a surf champion in England…”

“You. Don’t. Surf.” Kyle slapped his forehead, groaning.

“Well, I don’t plan on getting on a surfboard.” David shrugged. “I’ll charm them with my wit, and then they’ll never even notice that I’m not on a board. Besides, I just want to get with the main one. Look at her.”

Kyle looked to where David gestured, seeing a girl around their age. Well, David’s age, since he was 16, and seeing a blonde girl. She had obviously permed hair and she was… wearing hoops at the beach. Clearly, she didn’t plan on swimming, regardless, and her swimsuit was rather showy… Of course David went for that one. “You think you have a chance with her?” Well, he looked at David.

David had been adopted from Korea. However, he was as tall as Kyle, and he had a considerable amount of charisma. And a stupid amount of confidence. A dangerous amount of confidence. Kyle had watched him manage to get with girls way out of his league…

David grinned and puffed out his chest. “No. But I’m gonna try, anyway.”

“Great.” Kyle rolled his eyes. He yelped as he was suddenly shoved over, watching David laugh and run off. “Prick!” He called and brushed sand off himself, groaning. Falling in sand fucking hurt.

“Hey, you okay?”

Oh no… Fucking David! Kyle winced and looked up at Alex, who was offering his hand to help Kyle up. Kyle blushed dark, knowing David had to have done this on purpose. He hesitantly accepted the hand, letting Alex help him up and then quickly letting go and pulling away.

Alex smiled at him. “You good?”

He had his sunglasses off, now, and they were folded on the lanyard which had his whistle on it. Kyle blushed darker and quickly pulled his eyes up before he started to look at the skin around it. Alex looked concerned. “Did you hit your head?”

Kyle quickly shook his head. “No. Just fell on my back. Yeah, I’m fine.” He was not fine, this was embarrassing and he was going to kill David.

“Hello, you must be Alex.” His mum finally came over, catching Alex’s attention. She offered a hand, which Alex shook, and Kyle glanced around for David, seeing he was over by the girls again.

David grinned when he saw him and waved him over, so Kyle rolled his eyes and went over. “I’m going to kill you.” He muttered when he got close.

David laughed. “The girls,” he gestured around the group of four girls, and Kyle just sort of nodded at them, “said that that lifeguard that’s talking to Mom is a surfer, too.”

Oh no.

“Oh?” Kyle pinned David with a glare, getting an idea where this was going. “And what about it?”

“They said he should be at the surf beach tomorrow.” David grinned. “Apparently lots of the girls fawn over him, but he’s… you know…” He gestured.

“He’s gay!” One of the girls spoke up. Kyle noticed she looked a lot like Tiffany. Like… uncannily like Tiffany, who was standing right next to her. But, her hair was straight. “It’s horrible.”

Kyle knew they likely weren’t being homophobic, probably just lamenting that this meant he wouldn’t be interested in them, but he still had to fight hard not to say something. He looked at the sky for a moment before taking a deep breath. “Interesting.” He mumbled. “David, can I talk to you?”

“Yeah, sure.” David answered, so Kyle grabbed his arm and yanked him away from the group. “Ouch.”

“I’m going to kill you.” Kyle glared at him. “I need you to know that. Watch your fucking back this entire vacation because when you least expect it, I will be there.”

“Christ, okay, Batman.” David pulled his arm away and rubbed it. “Bloody hell. I was doing you a favor. Clearly you like him.”

“He’s an adult.”

“Ah! He’s just turned 18. Like a week ago.” David defended. “You’re 15 and a half! That’s only like… a two and a half year age difference!”

This was not helping Kyle’s resolve to kill David. “It’s weird.”

“Nah…” David grinned. “I’m just trying to be your wingman. Come on, mate, live a little.” He punched Kyle’s shoulder and Kyle resisted punching him. In fact, he had a very vivid image of it flashing through his head.

Kyle looked away, seeing Alex was now joking with his mom. Well… maybe it’d be nice to watch him surf. If he was with that group of girls, he’d likely just be able to pass it off as watching because they were. “Fine, fine.” He muttered. “But, on one condition.”

“Oh no.” David winced. “What is it?”

“You have to try to surf in front of everyone.” Kyle grinned, crossing his arms. “Then, I’ll come.”

David groaned. “You’re fucking evil. Fine. Bloody hell… Pure evil, Kyle.”

Kyle stuck his tongue out before shaking his head. God, he was not looking forward to the next day…

Gaz jumped as the front door opened and he saw Rudy and Soap were coming back in. They’d been apparently hanging out. They’d invited Gaz along, but he hadn’t wanted to go.

“I’ll tell you the rest, later.” Gaz told Price, who had his head leaned back against the couch, his hat over his face.

“Sure, kid.” Price answered and Gaz got up to go ask Rudy and Soap what they’d done that day.

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snootlestheangel · 4 months

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GazAlex Undercover AU Sneak Peek

Author's Note: I blame @stuffireadandenjoy for having me already working on this when I promised myself I wouldn't start another WIP until I finished at least one of them. But someone had to come up with the idea of Selkies!Soap and Gaz trying to seduce Ghost and Alex respectively...

Anyways, good reading to y'all and feel free to ask questions/for more snippets since it won't be a priority work.

If y'all want to suggest titles for the fic, I'm all for it. I know nothing but what happens below and like 2, maybe 3 scenes

A fucking cruise.

That's the last thing Kyle Garrick wants in his life.

He's good and well with ships and the water, but something about cruises specifically makes the sergeant want to cut his career short. His hatred stems from an unfortunate experience in his childhood, but the haunting memory of the incident has forever tarnished his ability to calmly step foot onto a cruise ship.

Needless to say, the sour expression on his face is enough to clue Captain Price and Laswell into his displeasure with the proposed undercover operation he's being assigned.

"It's only two weeks. That's the window we have on these guys, and they're using the cruise as cover for moving some items of interest." Laswell says in an attempt to ease Gaz's clear disgust. Gaz doesn't respond, just remains frowning as he listens.

"You'll be working with a contact of mine. We'll have you two meet and then we'll discuss the cover story." Laswell continues as she ignores the pouting sergeant in front of her.

But Gaz's problem isn't just the idea of being stuck on a cruise ship.

It's being in an undercover operation while stuck on a cruise ship.

Of course, Gaz's luck is just so that he's never done such an in-depth undercover operation before, and it especially doesn't help he's not even gotten a name for the partner he's been assigned.

"Trustworthy?" Gaz asks, and Price quirks a brow, mostly amused that Gaz would be bold enough to question the trustworthiness of Laswell's contact.

"I like to believe so. And he's done plenty of undercover operations, so he can help keep your head above water during the two weeks." Laswell answers, and Gaz's mood only worsens. The second to last thing he needs in life is a bossy, know-it-all "partner" telling him what to do. Laswell must notice his displeasure, as she shakes her head with a smile.

"Relax, he's not a bossy person. Far from it, if you had to ask me." Laswell's clarification does little to ease Gaz's frustrations, but it helps some. At least he might be treated more with respect and given advice, rather than be strictly ordered around. Gaz sighs, letting the tension fall from his shoulders as he slouches further in his seat.

"You can back out anytime, Gaz." Price mumbles, and Gaz glances over at him. There's no judgement, just concern, and it eases more of Gaz's anxieties.

"No, I'm in."

"Good. Tomorrow, you two will meet for breakfast and then head back here for a briefing on further mission details." Laswell hands Gaz a small piece of paper, the address of the place he's meeting tomorrow morning written across it. He takes it with a nod, the reality of his commitment starting to get to him.

Here's to hoping this works.

#title idea: 'When It Works'#kinda thinking there should be a theme of Gaz and Alex having bad luck during the whole operation #Except they work so well together that they figure it out always #if it works it works kind of things #like I don't know how to explain it #it's about the vibes #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #kate laswell #alex keller #alex keller mw2 #gazalex #gaz x alex #alex x gaz #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod au fic #gazalex undercover au

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dayscrazed · 8 months

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FRIENDS AU - "The One That Could Have Been" - FINAL CHAPTER Posted

Michael reels from his relationship with Alex being exposed. Isobel vents about her own marriage ending with both her brothers. Alex writes a song about his whole coming out experience.

Michael, Max and Isobel are based off of a couple scenes with Phoebe, Chandler and Monica. Michael is based off of Phoebe when she has the heart attack and Monica and Chandler are Max and Isobel being supportive.

Alex's song is based off of Phoebe's song at the end of the episode.

#malex #malex fic #michael and alex #michael guerin #alex manes #roswell nm fic #roswell nm #malex au #roswell new mexico #max evans #isobel evans #max and liz #kybel #isobel x kyle #kyle valenti #anti-maria deluca #friends au

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dr-lizortecho · 2 years

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@yonkyu13 asked for 16| in dreams, I went ahead and did Kylex cause I haven’t really dabbled in them before

They’re sitting shoulder to shoulder, the tree house floor creaking as Kyle pulls his knees to his chest. His eyes locked on something in the distance, making Alex more worried then he’d been all week. Because his friend kept slipping further and further away, like there was no way to grab him and pull him back in.

“You know,” Kyle says slowly, breaking the silence. “I used to think I’d marry you.”

Alex blinks, taken aback. They were both boys after all, and if Kyle had proven himself to be anything it was loud in his opinion. An opinion that left little wiggle room for any form or sense of being different. He mocked Max Evans incessantly for running into him while reading and was even known to roll his eyes at Rosa’s colorful sneakers.

“Back before,” he gulps, shaking his head. “Before I knew what it really was.”

“Oh,” Alex says dumbly. Not quite knowing what he’s supposed to do or say.

Kyle sighs, “my mom always said to marry my best friend.”

“Oh,” Alex says again, turning to squint at his friend. He looked pale, too pale.

“I… in dreams we did,” Kyle says so quietly Alex wonders if he heard him right.

He gulps, “oh.”

“Aren’t you going to say something?” Kyle mutters angrily, squeezing his knees tighter.

Alex shrugs, “was it that bad?” His heart is beating too fast, his hand sliding across the small space between them. Like if he managed to grab onto Kyle he could pull him to him or back through time before he started down this path.

“It was terrible,” Kyle says bitterly. “I’m not… I’m…”

He sighs, placing his hand on Kyle’s shoulder ignoring the small flinch. “Dreams don’t decide who we are, or I’m gonna be abducted by aliens.”

Kyle laughs, it’s a bright happy sound at least compared to everything before. “Yeah,” he squeezes his knees again. “Yeah.” He looks sad, like he’d expected something else.

“If all else fails we could have a marriage of convenience,” Alex chuckles. “Nothing romantic, but it’d be worth it to see Liz’s face.”

Something lights up in Kyle’s eyes, “promise?”

Alex furrows his brows, he’s confused but he nods. “Promise.”

send me a number (and a character/ship) and I’ll write a short story

#kylex #kyle x alex #rnm #rnm fic #short story #kyle valenti #alex manes

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sunthug · 6 months

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𝟏𝟓: 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

— Chapter 15 of Call of Duty: Kinktober (2023)

In which Alex gives Gaz the perfect "pick-me-up".

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick & Alex Keller

𝐱: workplace setting, suggestive, non-sexual pairing, mentions john price and simon riley, 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈 A/N: i ship these two so mf hard, it's not even funny. (736 words)

The coffee machine whined before seeping inky, dark liquid, filling the glass carafe below. Gaz massaged the back of his neck, his head tilted back in a lazy stance of impatience.

Boy, he thought, am I in for a day.

The breakroom had been relatively quiet aside from the sputtering of the coffee machine. It should have been easy for Gaz to hear the door open behind him, followed by heavy boots and a voice.

Alas, he didn’t.

“Garrick!”

Gaz jolted as a hand clapped against his back. An arm decorated with greys and blacks hung around his shoulders. He followed the designs until they disappeared behind him. He turned his head, tracing the bared fangs of a colorful, Japanese-styled cobra before meeting the eyes that studied him.

“Huh?”

“I said…‘good morning’ and ‘how are you,'” Alex grinned, the corners of his eyes deepening with humor. “Well?”

“M’good,” Gaz mumbled, scratching his chin. He scoffed out a laugh and shook his head. “Sorry, mate. It’s been a long morning.”

“Yeah? No kidding.” Alex quietly laughed, nodding his head down at the brewing coffee. His arm remained around Gaz for a moment as he looked back over.

“Gotta be careful with caffeine,” he continued as if he spoke from experience. The daylight coming from a nearby window caught the blues of his eyes. Gaz noticed, upper lip twitching with a smirk.

Gaz nodded. He relaxed under the warmth of Alex’s arm. The touch quelled the tension in his back. His eyes settled on the pot before him, and his foot began to tap. “I’ll be careful."

He was careful, but he was more than ready for that coffee. That kickstart it would offer after a few sips. That internal hug from a mug…

Alex’s arm slid away, his hand rubbing the muscles of the Sergeant’s back tenderly. Gaz didn’t even catch the words the man spoke, too lost in his thoughts about his cuppa when-

The tips of Alex’s fingers were noticeably colder as they brushed over the collar of his shirt, igniting his skin. The sensitivity of his neck was exposed the second Gaz sucked in a sharp breath, body flinching before he stiffened again.

Alex watched, head tilting as his eyebrows raised in amusement.

“On edge, are we?” the man quipped, lips pulling into a slow smile. Gaz ignored the heat crawling up his neck and to his cheeks. His head swung back in forth as he took a pointed step forward.

“Like I said, Keller,” he huffed. “Long morning.”

Gaz pressed against the counter, biting the inside of his cheek as his hands fumbled with the stack of disposable cups. All thoughts had muddled into one: the ghost of Alex’s touch lingering on his skin.

Alex opened his mouth to speak, stopping promptly as the door swung open with a swarm of words. It had been John, talking absentmindedly with the Lieutenant on his heels. Alex’s head snapped to the two, while Gaz kept a tense back against the noise.

“Ah, just the blokes I need. Kyle. Alex. My office, will you?” John spoke quickly as he flitted from the fridge and back to the door, a bottle of water in his hand. Ghost trailed him like a shadow, something of a file in hand that caught the Captain’s attention once again.

“Sure thing, sir,” Alex returned with a short nod, his body facing the door as John and Ghost exited. He took a glance over his shoulder, pursing his lips.

Gaz kept his head lowered, methodically ripping open a third packet of sugar and pouring it into the cup. He paid too much attention to the way it dissolved in the steaming pool of java.

What the fuck was that, Kyle?

Alex reached out, patting the Sergeant’s left shoulder as if to either say ‘see you later’ or ‘I know, it’s okay’. The thought of both made Gaz close his eyes, bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

“Can’t keep the Captain waiting,” Alex called over his shoulder as he walked out, the door closing painfully slow behind him. Gaz didn’t move until he heard the ‘click’. He deflated immediately, dispelling a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Bloody…Christ,” he growled, slamming a hand on the counter. Gaz snapped a lid over his cup before taking it in a tight hold, ignoring the subtle tent that had set up camp between his thighs.

read the rest of this work on my ao3 (𝟏𝟖+ || 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈)

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 / 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 / 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞.

#sunthug writing #kyle gaz garrick #alex keller #kyle garrick x alex keller #alex keller smut #kyle garrick smut #galex cod #call of duty fic #cod kinktober #call of duty kinktober #kinktober 2023 #cod mw #cod mw2 #cod mw3

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kitkatscabinet · 7 months

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CALL OF DUTY WIPS/IDEAS

WIPS

Simon Riley x neighbour reader: PART 4 (Hiatus)

Forced w/ Simon part 2

Soap, Gaz, Simon x F!reader: surprise content

Soap x f!reader: dark fic, hurt/comfort (series)

WW2 Soap x Aussie nurse

REQUESTS

Price x single mum reader

Johnny w/ endometriosis reader

Hyperfeminine reader w/ Price, Simon (separate)

Monster au Caladrius reader x Simon

Simon doesn't like your boyfriend

reader got pregnant and left price

IDEAS TO BE WRITTEN

A reincarnation type au for each boy (og mw + reboot)

Simon & gf seducing Kyle

Childhood best friend/stalker Gaz ( poly with Simon)

Fantasy historical au - Soap x bookstore owner reader.

Gaz x reader: marriage of convenience/military benefits

Alex/reader/Farah

Past soap x reader. Enemies to lovers with roach after soap dies

Ur husband dies so Johhny steps in and marries u cause ur husband has no family (non-con/misogyny)

Prince Kyle x Pirate Reader:

Simon x Gaz's cousin

Gaz x Price reader.

Cricket Gaz x netball (Aussie) reader

Simon x Matilda’s reader

U married a friend years ago for the benefits, Simon doesn’t know and is all angsty about being in love with you

Price x childhood best friend: marriage pact

Shadow reader

Soulmate au for each boy

Your Simon’s soulmate, but he’s not yours (Johnny)

Price x paramedic reader

Simon moves on after the reader was thought to be KIA only for them to come back but he stays with his new partner :))

Simon leaves reader who got diagnosed with cancer cause he can’t stand to watch you die and then you get with Price :))

Johnny was taken captive and tortured so now he’s all feral and only calms down for reader

Alpha Price finds omega reader stealing his laundry and sniffing his clothes.

#x reader #soap x reader #cod mw x reader #john price x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #john mactavish x reader #kyle garrick x reader #alex keller x reader #farah x reader #kat’s wips

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mrsparrasblog · 9 days

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MASTERLIST

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Dark Kyle

Layover in London (NSFW)

John Price

Seducing Price (NSFW)

Advice from Price

Layover in Liverpool (NSFW)

Headcanon

Rodolfo Parra

Sweet as cinamon

Jealous Rudy

Alejandros sister (NSFW)

John "Soap" MacTavish

Mrs. Mac Tavish (Angst)

Sauna Soap (NSFW)

Layover in Glasgow (NSFW)

Simon"Ghost"Riley

Jealousy Jealousy (NSFW)

Stripclub visit (NSFW)

Speak now

Layover in Manchester (NSFW)

Makarov

Makarov x Price daughter

Alex Keller

work is right now in process

POLY

Mai festival

Introducing Boyfriend

Birthday Girl (NSFW)

Fighting for you

Pregnant reader

POLY 141 reaction of being the father

POLY 141 if they are not the father ( Angst)

POLY 141 x postpartum Depression

POLY 141 reaction to someone flirting with them

You're losing me

Tf141 and their kinks

Longer fics

The selection

Traumatised reader who is a living weapon in a team with the tf141 (pairing is not confirmed at the Moment)

Mission save the human race (NSFW)

A fanfiction about being the last Woman in the Zombie Apocalypse

Highscool Au

Nightmares become true solider

Love triangle between Cap, Kyle and Reader with Ghoap Elements and Drama Drama Drama

Other fandome

Passenger

Eddie Wells x Reader

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izgnanik-a · 1 year

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CoD ABC's Masterlist

NSFW 18+ x Reader Edition - Minors DNI!

Updated: 12/30/23🎀

Anal (Johnny MacTavish)

Bondage (Simon Riley)

Cock Warming (König)

Dacryphilia (Simon Riley)

Edging (Philip Graves)

Food Play (Kyle "Gaz" Garrick)

Gags/Gagging (John Price)

Handjobs (Alex Keller)

Intercrural Sex (König)

Jerking Off (König)

Knife Play (Johnny MacTavish)

Light BDSM (Alejandro Vargas)

Masochism (König)

Nipple Play (Valeria Garza + Rodolfo Parra)

Overstimulation (Werewolf!Simon Riley)

Piercings (Simon Riley)

Queening (Face-sitting) (John Price)

Rough Sex (Phillip Graves)

Spectrophilia (Simon Riley)

Temperature Play (Valeria Garza)

Use (Free-Use) (König) 🎀

Voyeurism (Kyle “Gaz” Garrick + Johnny MacTavish)

Wet and Messy (no bodily liquids) ( Rodolfo Parra - coming soon )

waX Play ( Alex Keller - coming soon )

Yoga (Naked Yoga) (Farah Karim - coming soon )

Zentai (Zentai suits) ( Kyle Garrick - coming soon )

Fic Masterlist

#masterlist #izgnanik-a #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley #johnny soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #john price #phillip graves #cod mw x reader #cod mwii #valeria garza #rudy parra #rodolfo parra

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Can we please have a part 3 of demon Alex and angel Gaz? Maybe they’re relationship as they get closer?

Pt 3! Tag is angels and demons cod fic

Gaz stretched his wings out and fluttered them before gasping as water was dumped over his head. “Hey!” He huffed and glared up at Rodolfo, who just glared back at him.

“You’re a mess!” Rodolfo huffed back, his lilac wings ruffling with irritation. “You’re lucky I’m not telling Price that you went out of the garden!”

Gaz winced and turned back to the water, shifting around in the giant tub he was in. “Please don’t…”

Rodolfo paused and then Gaz saw him soften out of the corner of his eye. Soap had apparently informed Rodolfo of everything that had happened. “Gaz… you knew you weren’t supposed to leave… why did you?”

Gaz looked over, the gold from Rodolfo’s adornments catching his eye. Large wing piercings hung over his wings, jingling softly as Rodolfo moved. He sighed and leaned against the side of the tub, putting his chin on his arm. “I was curious… I wanted to see…”

“There’s a reason why we don’t leave!” Rodolfo huffed and shook his head. “We’re not warriors, Gaz.”

“I’m not.” Gaz corrected, touching the scar in Rodolfo’s side. Rodolfo had once been a valiant warrior… But he couldn’t fight anymore. Price had brought him to the garden many decades ago… “You could be.”

“Price doesn’t want me fighting anymore. Besides, when would I have time?” Rodolfo tsked and then he was grabbing a wash cloth, scrubbing it over Gaz’s face, gently. “I have my hands full with you two.”

Gaz laughed, softly, and closed his eyes. His mind drifted back to the demon and he hesitated. “Rudy?”

“Yes?” Rodolfo’s hands moved to cleaning the dirt from Gaz’s shoulders and Gaz moved so he could do so better, opening his eyes to look up at Rodolfo, who had his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“Tell me about demons…” Gaz requested. He didn’t miss the way Rodolfo’s movements stuttered, but he remained confident.

“Why do you want to know?” Rodolfo mumbled, avoiding Gaz’s eyes.

Gaz smiled. “I know Soap told you about the demon that rescued me.”

“Now I fear that telling you may have you run back to find one.” Rodolfo shook his head. “They’re dangerous.” He murmured. “Deceptive. All they know how to do is lie.” His voice turned bitter and Gaz flinched. Rodolfo met his eyes and then softened. “But they’re beautiful…” His voice softened, almost wistful.

Gaz again reached and touched Rodolfo’s scar. “So beautiful…” He agreed, thinking of Alex’s blue eyes. His black wings… how everything about him drew Gaz in, made him want to drown in his being.

Rodolfo had gone quiet and Gaz looked up, seeing distance in his eyes. “Tell me about them, again?” He asked, knowing Rodolfo would know what he meant.

Rodolfo paused and his hands stopped running the cloth over Gaz’s skin. Gaz again looked at the water, seeing that the dirt from his skin had started to mix with the pink milky water. He ran his hand through it, sending shimmering swirls. Rodolfo was quite adept at potions, so he had no doubt he’d put something in it meant to soothe.

It had worked, there wasn’t a worry in Gaz’s mind.

“Valeria and Alejandro were… beautiful. Too beautiful. Fire and ice…” Rodolfo murmured, moving so he was sitting beside the tub. “Strong, too. Brilliant fighters, so complimentary of each other.”

“They loved you.” Gaz nodded, laying his head on his arm again.

Rodolfo shook his head. “No. They loved… the power they had over me.” He murmured. “That’s the thing about demons, Gaz. You give them a taste of power and they exploit it. It’s their vice, their addiction. Their… craving.” He reached up and cupped Gaz’s face. “They don’t consider us equal to them… They feel themselves inferior so the moment they can get above us, they will.”

Gaz frowned and then shook his head. “But born demons are different-”

“Valeria and Alejandro were both born demons.” Rodolfo sighed. “Horns and wings and everything. From two of the highest born families. Look where it got me.” He shifted, showing his scar. “Please, Gaz. Don’t go looking for demons. Stay here, where you’re safe.”

Gaz looked at Rodolfo’s side and then softened. “Okay, Rudy…” He murmured. Rodolfo was right. Even if Alex had helped him, there was no guarantee he would hesitate to hurt Gaz if he got the opportunity. “Why would… why would one help me?”

Rodolfo considered. “I don’t know. I really don’t.”

Gaz frowned and then looked down, relaxing when Rodolfo went back to washing him. When he was clean, Rodolfo helped him out of the bath and then he was gently pulling him to Gaz’s bedroom where he helped him dry off and then brushed his wings before sending him to bed.

Gaz laid in bed, unable to sleep. If he was too still, his mind was sent images of that horrible night and he just… didn’t want to deal with that. So, instead, he turned his mind to the demon, turning him over and over. Why would he help him if he didn’t feel empathy?

I would... have been angry if an angel had walked by me being violated and did nothing to stop it. You didn't deserve that. No one does.

Rodolfo was wrong. He didn’t know how, but Rodolfo had to be wrong… Alex had helped him, why would he do that if he just wanted to feel power over Gaz?

No, no, Rodolfo had to be wrong, at least about Alex.

Gaz woke up with resolve. He was going to try to find the demon. Of course, that meant he’d need to leave the garden again which scared the shit out of him but… He was positive he could.

So, he’d snuck outside when no one was paying attention. Rudy was apparently busy helping Soap organize the library, which… Gaz wasn’t sure he believed Soap was actually doing that, but he decided not to question it.

And he went to where he’d snuck out of the garden before. He found the break in the fence, though the warding stone nearby made it so only angels could enter. He slipped through, wincing as his wing got snagged for a moment, before shaking them out.

He didn’t have any adornments like Rudy. He’d considered getting them at some point, but… getting a giant needle stuck in his wings sounded frightening. He glanced around before carefully starting to head through the trail into the forest.

Technically, he was still in angel territory, but humans occasionally walked through, that was how he’d gotten grabbed last time. He stayed on high alert, glancing around as he walked.

“Why did you leave the garden?” Gaz jumped, startled, and whipped around. There the demon was, his arms crossed and only five feet away from Gaz. “You know it’s not safe.”

Gaz’s face broke into a smile. “Were you watching me?” He asked, curiously. How had the demon just known he’d left?

Alex shifted his weight and then looked away. “Maybe. I worried you’d make the same mistake you’re making right now.”

“I was just trying to find you.” Gaz informed Alex. “And here you are!”

“You shouldn’t do that. It’s dangerous, you’re not a warrior.” Alex sighed, before softening. “Here I am…” He nodded, coming over. “Now go back into the garden-”

“No.” Gaz shook his head. “I want to get to know you more.”

Alex pinned him with a look and Gaz flushed and averted his gaze, unable to help shrinking back from its intensity. “Please?” Gaz tried.

Alex sighed, a moment later, and then nodded. “Fine. But… just for a few hours and then you go back.”

Gaz perked up, grinning. “Of course!” He’d push that time, later, if need be. He decided to grasp what he had, taking Alex’s hand and pulling him to a nearby rock.

Alex seemed almost amused, sitting on the rock. Gaz glanced over him, seeing he had a fairly similar outfit as he had the day before. Same black leather jacket, but the new shirt was a maroon color. “Why do you want to get to know me?”

Gaz scrambled for an excuse. “You saved me.” He settled on. “I’d like to know my rescuer.”

“You do know me.” Alex shrugged. “My name is Alexei, isn’t that good enough?”

Gaz shook his head, being earnest. “Nope.”

“Of course not.” Alex chuckled. “Alright, what do you want to know?”

“What’s your favorite color?” Gaz immediately asked. It was his go to.

Alex seemed to pause. “Blue. Dark blue.”

Gaz nodded. “I like that color. I like green. Any green but mostly soft greens.” He laid back on the rock, stretching his wings out. “Are you from an important family?”

“No.” Alex laughed and shook his head. “No, my family was bottom of the barrel.”

Gaz nodded. “So was mine. It wasn’t until General Price took me in-”

“General Price?!” Alex jerked away from him, almost like Gaz had stung him. “I should have put the pieces together with the garden but… Fuck! No, no, I cannot be here with you.”

“He won’t do anything,” Gaz frowned and lifted. “I promise.”

“If he even suspects that I, a demon, am here with you, he’ll fucking kill me!” Alex shook his head.

“Please stay…” Gaz’s wings dropped. He really wanted to get to know Alex and he couldn’t do that if Alex left. “Please…”

Alex stopped and stared at him. “Fuck… Don’t look so sad.”

Gaz looked down and put his hand on the rock. “Please?” He tried, again, knowing that that had worked last time. “I promise I won’t tell him…”

Alex sighed. “You are so unbelievably dangerous. Fine, fine, I will stay but the first sign of him and I am gone.”

Gaz again perked up and smiled. “Okay!” He pat the rock so Alex would sit down, fluttering his wings when he did. “Tell me more about yourself.”

Alex seemed to hesitate. “Okay… Well, I have two friends, actually they’re from important families. I have a cat that you probably didn’t get to see because she’s shy. She’s a demon cat, obviously, and she doesn’t tend to like angels much.”

Gaz gasped. “I’ve never seen a demon cat.” He shook his head. “What’s her name?”

“Lilith.” Alex chuckled. “A bit cliche, I know, but I like the name. She’s a black cat, but she has green eyes.”

Gaz smiled, thinking she sounded cute. He then hesitated. “I… I have to know… what did you use to kill the human?”

Alex paused and then shrugged, reaching behind his back and pulling a crossbow from it. “It’s my preferred weapon.”

Gaz at first flinched back before looking at it, curiously. He reached to touch it, but Alex quickly pulled it back. “Careful, I don’t know if any of the poison is on it.” Alex frowned.

Gaz knew a small amount about the poison. Devil’s blood, most angel’s called it, because in liquid form it looked very similar to the inky black blood that most demons bled. It used to be a myth that demons would use their own blood to make it, but Gaz knew that wasn’t true, now.

But, he didn’t know exactly what was used. Even still, touching it wouldn’t kill him, but it could make him very sick and he didn’t want to be sick, so he pulled his hand back.

“Mine is a scythe.” Gaz smiled, watching Alex put the crossbow back behind his back.

Alex had an impressed expression so Gaz stood and moved his hand in a circle before the weapon appeared, twirling in his hand a moment before he caught it and put the base of it in the ground. It was a bright silver.

Alex seemed to watch him almost in awe, which had Gaz’s skin turning dark red. “It’s beautiful…” Alex murmured. “Why didn’t you use it to defend yourself?”

“I didn’t have a chance!” Gaz exclaimed, half slashing the scythe in frustration. “I was grabbed too fast or I would have!”

Alex shook his head. “I’m sorry. That shouldn’t have happened, you didn’t deserve that.”

Gaz paused and then melted. How could Alex be bad if he kept saying those things? And he had full opportunity to hurt Gaz, right now, but he wasn’t. Instead, he was watching him in awe. “Rudy says all demons know how to do is lie.” He admitted, moving and sitting on the rock again, twisting his hand so the scythe disappeared.

Alex shrugged. “He’s probably right.” He sighed and leaned back on his hands. “Not me. Or my friends, I promise. I… I vow it.”

Gaz stared at Alex in surprise. Vows were sacred, even for demons. No, Rudy was definitely wrong! Why would Alex just vow that if he was bad?! He relaxed. “I believe you. I don’t think you’re bad.”

Movement caught Gaz’s eye and he glanced at Alex’s wings, seeing they had appeared to almost… shiver. Or… flutter? Gaz’s face turned red again and he softened. “I’m glad you don’t think I’m bad.” Alex nodded. “But, you can’t see me after this.”

“Why not??” Gaz shook his head. “I want to!”

“You can’t.” Alex sighed. “There are many reasons, but the main one is your safety. You’re not safe out of the garden. And General Price will kill me if he finds out you and I have been spending time together.”

“I won’t let him,” Gaz shook his head. “Please… you saved me, I… don’t be so cruel and leave me…” He pleaded. “I want to be friends with you…”

Alex watched him and then softened. “We can’t be friends…”

“Please!” Gaz pleaded. He hesitated, trying to find some way to make Alex stay near. “I’ll… I’ll…”

Alex shook his head. “It’s not safe,” he insisted.

Gaz started to panic. He could see the resolution in Alex’s eyes and he was desperate! He shook his head again, scrambling for some way to make Alex stay, to make him want to be near Gaz. “Please, please, I’ll do anything, don’t leave…” He promised. “I’ll… I’ll…”

He moved close to Alex, touching his leg. “I’ll do whatever you want…” He looked at Alex through his lashes, trying to do what he’d seen Rudy do several times.

“Woah, no-” Alex immediately was up and away from him. “I don’t want that. I do not want that.”

Gaz paused and then moved back. “You… you don’t?”

“No!” Alex shook his head and then ran a hand down his face. He hesitated and then sighed. “You’re dangerous.” He muttered, repeating his earlier sentiment. “Fine. Fine, we can be friends.”

Gaz perked up and then was pleased with himself. Well, he’d done it wrong, but hey it worked! “Awesome..” He smiled. “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Not tomorrow.” Alex shook his head. “I’m busy.”

Gaz paused and then considered, furrowing his brows. “Friday?”

“Friday works,” Alex nodded. “Now, please go back to the garden!”

Gaz hesitated and then smiled. “Okay!” He quickly stood and left, pleased. He’d made the demon his friend. Now to convince Rudy and Soap that Alex wasn’t so bad…

#Kyle Gaz Garrick #Gaz Cod #Alex Keller #Alex COD #Gaz x Alex #Alex x Gaz #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare II #gazalex #the gazalex agenda #queue for dinner again hunny?#angels and demons cod fic

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aethelwyneleigh27 · 8 months

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Character x Reader (Fluff) (Drabble)

(Alternative Angst Ending Included)

Context: You like giving/making trinkets to/for the love of your life (Character list below)

Links:

TLOU Masterlist

My rules for requests and characters I can write for

ꕥ HOPE YOU ENJOY! ꕥ

Disclaimers/warnings: Typical fandom things (read tags), OOC characters???, Unrealistic, Some suggestive themes and language, I'm so sorry but English is not my first language so please don't come after me. Most of the content I've seen are on TikTok and Tumblr I don't actually play the game but I love the characters so much, same with any other content I have for other video games.

Fluff:

You giving them a keychain or something of the sort and you think they clasp it on their belt loop or keep it in their pocket but that's actually not how they take it on missions with them because something from you is too valuable to actually be taken out like that where they could lose it.

Same thing goes if you make them jewelry, they think it's too fragile so instead they keep it back in their quarters/place underneath their pillow.

They pull out whatever trinket you gave them that meant a lot to you or you made yourself and they just stare at it reminding themselves that they have you. They hold it close to their heart as the found themselves finally able to sleep, still was difficult away from you.

With all the cruel and fucked up things they've seen in their life, you are by far the only light they have when they are stuck sulking in the darkness.

The one time you gave them a necklace, your favorite one and you begged them to bring it on missions because it was extremely sturdy and was in good condition after all.

They, in turn made a chain and clasped it on that so they can have it hanging by their belt loops so that enemies don't rip it off their neck. (The chain I'm describing are similar to the picture at the top but with chunkier and sturdier chains)

God forbid they actually lose or break something you gave them, they would cry or sulk because they know how much you value it and how your feelings would get hurt.

They were extremely surprised and relieved that you weren't mad at all at them because things like that just happen especially on missions. Instead of being mad, you gave/made them another one. They'll cherish it, that's for sure.

Angst ending below:

They swore to keep it with them to their graves and they did, the shouldn't have made that promise. It cemented their fate...

With their last breath, it was you they thought of. Apologies running through their head for being so weak that they know they're going to fail to come home to you.

Their cold body found in battle, tear and blood stained face while their eyes still open but no signs of life. In their fist was found of a memory of your love that kept them alive till then. The closed fist being held against their heart when they were found..

You couldn't help but fall to your knees, the world around you felt like it was spinning. Your lungs refuse to let you breathe along with the rest of you body betraying you, you choked out a sob. Clenching your hand against the pain in your chest withholding the item you gave them, only having realized that it returned into your hands once more...

Characters in mind:

Call of duty: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski, Philip Graves.

Resident Evil: Leon Kennedy, Claire Redfield, Chris Redfield, Carlos Oliveira, Jill Valentine, Ada Wong.

The Last Of Us: Ellie Williams, Abby Anderson.

A/n: The amount of tags I used on this post is ridiculous, it was a fucking miracle that I managed to fit everything in. This was originally just supposed to be a fluff fic but my mind was wandering off and I thought of making a part 2 but that seems like too much work for a little paragraph so there

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