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antiquecowdoy · 2 months

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♡; obsessed with older man!boyfriend being so mean n making you work for your orgasm :(

♡; you were bratty nd said you didnt need him to cum, it was the heat of the moment, he wasn't meant to take it literally!!

♡; nd now he's being so mean! youre not allowed to touch whats his, so hands off that pretty hole! but he's left you for weeks and you're getting so desperate...

♡; youre like a bitch in season, everything is getting you going and its so unfair, but no matter how much you beg and plead, 'you don't need him to cum'

♡; youve been so good as you stumble into his office, all bleary eyed, your insides throbbing desperate for release.

♡; how can he say no to you? especially looking like that, all worked up and pent up because of him? poor baby... he's been so cruel to you, hm?

♡; but he's here now. he's here to save you now. he's so busy too, providing for you and here he is, letting you be all needy and pathetic for him.

♡; how generous of him, patting his thighs and letting you all but crawl on your hands and knees up to him, begging for his dick to split you in half.

♡; how silly of you... thinking he would waste his time fucking you while he's working? you can't be that stupid, really.

♡; three. two. one.

♡; the realisation dawns on you as you realise what he wants. you need to ride his thigh. like a dog.

♡; you don't even have the time to process how gross that is as he bounces his leg, bumping up between your thighs. he's so mean, making you to start rocking back and forth, forcing you to hump his thigh.

♡; look at you? dribbling and leaking all over him, panting and whining, moaning like a whore into his neck, the shoots of pleasure up your spine wracking your body. and he's ignoring you! he hasn't looked at or touched you once!

♡; the rough fabric of his pants, catching on you with every roll of your hips, nipping on you all engorged and sensitive.

♡; look at you? humping his leg? getting off on rutting against his thigh like a pathetic mutt.

♡; you can't help yourself, shoots of burning pleasure up your spine, your toes curling as your core tightens before you begin to spurt all over yourself and his thighs, seeping into his clothes :(

♡; he doesn't even react! just a deep chuckle at how pathetic and needy you are, his rough hands patting your arse, letting your post orgasm haze cloud that silly little head of yours.

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honeyhobbs · 25 days

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We need more gaz calling cards and in this essay I will

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tfmerc · 2 months

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What I imagine your camera roll looks like if you’re in a relationship with… Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick <3

fem version!! … pls send in requests of who’d you’d like next, im also open to writing blurbs!!

more bellow the cut :3

#kyle gaz garrick #gaz mw2 #gaz mw3 #gaz mwii #kyle garrick #kyle gaz x reader #kyle gaz x you #gaz garrick #kyle gaz smut #call of duty mw2 #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #mw2

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minkei · 6 months

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Leyendecker Study of my favorite military man ever 🫶🫶

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konigsblog · 2 months

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What do you think gaz’s favorite sex position? :))

doggy style, and cow girl (?) perhaps... ;3

i know he's an ass man, absolutely adores seeing your ass, groping it and kneading it between his scarred fingers, the flesh spilling from his hands. he'll watch you bounce against his broad hips, grinding down against him, your cunny wet and slicken, stuffed full with his veiny, hard dick!

during doggy, he'll have his muscular chest pressed against your back, firmly holding your hips, sucking hickeys and sloppy kisses down your collarbone and shoulder, or onto your bare neck. otherwise, he'll be leaning back and admiring the way your slick, tight walls grip his shaft, biting his bottom lip before cumming all over your back, his hot and wet load running down your ass.

whenever he's feeling rougher or in need to let out some frustration, he'll spit between your ass cheeks, grunting hoarsely and quietly as he pulsates inside your tight asshole, fucking you harder than usual !! you'll have him cumming in minutes, dove... absolutely loves all ass sizes, and would use it as a pillow, honestly... 💗

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crestapex · 9 days

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Gaz: I could rub your tummy!

Y/N: How’d you like to rub it from the inside big boy?

Gaz: Sorry, I’m a little confused…

#incorrect quotes #oh he’s big alright *wink wink*#please don’t scare him #call of duty #cod x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick #kyle garrick x reader #gaz mw2 #gaz mw3 #gaz x reader #my posts

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diejager · 4 months

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Can you do a chubby reader? Asking for me 👉👈

Unconditional Cw: body shame, fluff, protective Gaz, self-hate, tell me if I missed any.

You often wondered to yourself why Kyle was still with you, someone unlikable, someone unfitting of the universal standards, someone so clumsy and so self-conscious —someone so fat. You weren’t like him, an adonis walking in the human world, his beautiful brown eyes, so warm and adoring, his smooth skin in the prettiest shade of chocolate that had you salivating and his smile, oh did it make you swoon, eager to drop on your knees for a man like him to give you a second of his attention.

Yet you wouldn’t have to beg for him, to drop to te ground with pleas when he already did it, whispering lovely things to you while he kept his eyes on you, never fleeting towards anyone else as if you were his whole world —you were. He loved you; he adored you, willing to do anything for a smidgen of your time, a small, tender smile of your pretty lips, the softness of your thighs and your warm body, always keeping him safe in the cool, winter times. He made sure to voice his devotion, speaking loudly and proudly how he loved you, unbothered by the venomous and envious stares of picture-perfect women with a model-like complexion. You held a piece of his heart as much as he had yours.

You told yourself that you were just lucky to find yourself someone so accepting, and he would tell you that this was fate, that he was bound to find you and fall head over heels for you despite your imperfections and queerness. He placed you on a pedestal that he was unwilling to let you move from, the shining star in his life, the gem in his eyes. He was chivalrous, a gentleman in today’s standards, treating you so well and confessing his love whenever he could. He took you out and fought to pay for you, reasoning that he was better paid than you and that he had to since he was the one who invited you (despite your exasperated complaints about wanting to repay him without depending on him soo much).

Perhaps that’s why your appreciation bloomed so brightly in your heart in moments like these, his beautiful face screwed in an offended frown, brows pinched and lips curled down. He showed his annoyance through small ticks: gritting his teeth, playing with his hands or jerking his foot beneath the table, but they were so small, inconsequential that most people ignored it for his pretty face.

“Hey, is this seat taken?” The woman - stranger - who’d approached your table looked like a model, a slim hourglass bodice, swaying breasts and round hips. She walked with confidence, her face curled with an air of sensuality and pride, so sure of herself when she had a perfect body.

Despite Kyle’s unamused expression, his eyes dulling, she fluttered her lashes, beating her long, doe extensions, expecting him to tell her what she wanted to hear. She’d probably been given everything she’s ever wanted, using her seductive appearance to garner attention and material with lower men, lonely and tired men, but Kyle Garrick was none of them, he was soft, he was gentle and he was sympathetic, much more human than people would give him credit for, for being a SAS soldier.

“Yes, sorry,” his tone was mellow, hiding well his distaste for her blatant ignorance of you, pushing you aside to make herself the center of his attention. She liked basking in attention. “I’m on a date.”

Her expression tore between shock and offensiveness, hardly containing her scoff when she glanced at you, chubby cheeks, round eyes and softer curves than her sharpness. Her narrowed eyes and little sneer made you flush in embarrassment, the shame boiling in your guts with a destructive self-consciousness about your weight and appearance. You avoided her gaze, preferring to stare at your fumbling hands, fingers knotting together in a mix of anxiety and hate. Kyle caught that.

“Are you-”

“I bloody am,” it was blunt, coldly snapping at her. It shocked the both of you, your demure boyfriend changed for something vicious and guarding. His usually comfortable and easily-approachable character became tall and imposing, someone you wouldn’t want to anger as he completely ignored her in favour of reaching out for you, taking your hands in his soft and warm ones. “Excuse us, but we have places to go.”

Rounding the table, he walked you out, arm wrapped around your pudgy stomach, the rolls plush under his hold, kneading your hip in soothing comfort. He leaned over to place a soft kiss on your forehead, smiling at your avoiding eyes, flushed and oh, so in love with the man you dated.

“Don’t worry, darling. You’re the only one in my eyes.”

He brushed away that pretty girl for you. It made your heart throb hotly, something warm weighing on your chest. It didn’t hurt, rather, it soothed your ache and fears, washing away the dark clouds of doubt and hate that hung over you.

Perhaps you truly were fated to be together.

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cloudofbutterflies92 · 4 months

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The underdog

A little moodboard that was requested by @chloekistune on Gaz because he deserves so much love 😌💕

#GAZ MY BELOVED #I protect him #kyle gaz garrick #gaz cod #gaz call of duty #gaz mw2 #gaz #gaz mwii #gaz mw3 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare 3 #cod mw2 #cod mwiii #cod mw #cod mw3 #cod modern warfare

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141wh0re · 17 days

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Been A Day - Rough Gaz

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Creampie, Fingering, Rough Sex, P in V, Unprotected Sex, Cunnilingus, Spanking, Squirting, Dirty Talk

WC: 1.5k

Pairings: Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x CivilianFem Reader

AN: I should be doing homework, but instead, I'm performing my civic duty and offering my contribution to the Rough Gaz hc. <3 c;

-skelly

The front door opened and closed with a harsh slam. Gaz stepped through the doorway, his face hard set in frustration.

Everything about this last mission had gone to shit. Everyone involved barely made it out by the skin of their teeth, and their target got away.

Price called off the mission, thinking it best to get everyone home safe and refreshed to come back with a better plan of attack.

Gaz tossed his gear into the hall closet, ready to let out his pent up stress and frustration out and lose himself in his girlfriend's tight cunt.

His shoulders were tense in his black hoodie, his cap still sat atop his head, and his heavy boots remained on his feet as he pushed further into their flat.

There you stood at the island of the kitchen, dressed in one of Kyle's T-shirts and a pair of his boxers, a warm smile already gracing your lips as he entered the kitchen.

"Welcome home, love," you greeted cheerily, continuing to mix a bowl of brownie batter.

The corner of Kyle's lip threatened to tug in a grin. He said nothing as he stepped behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and pulling your back flush to his front.

He buried his nose into the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply.

His cock was already swelling at the smell of your scent mixed with the lingering scent of him on your skin.

"Missed you, princess," he murmured hoarsely into your neck as his large hands slid under the material of your shirt, smoothing over the skin of your soft tummy and meaty hips, gliding up towards your breasts.

A deep groan reverberated through his chest against your back, sending chills down your spine. His full lips pressed firmly against the junction of your neck and shoulder, pressing a line of kisses up to your ear.

Your lips parted in a breathless sigh, leaning your head back on his shoulder to allow him better access to your neck.

"Missed you too, love," you moaned in response, melting in his hold.

Kyle's hands grew rougher, his frustration still very much present from the rough mission.

He slid one of his hands out from under your shirt, moving to grip the front of your throat, his strong fingers squeezed the sides of your throat.

"Kyle," you whined, pressing the curve of your ass against his hardening cock in the front of his jeans.

He growled in response, roughly pinching your nipple with his other hand, emitting another whine from your lips.

"Gotta get you nice and wet for me, princess," he growled hungrily into your neck, sucking possessive hickeys into the sensitive skin.

Warmth pooled low in your abdomen, slick already forming in the material of Kyle's boxers adorning your hips.

Without warning, Kyle pulled his hands from your throat and breast, and shoved the boxers down your legs before kneeling behind you.

He roughly pushed your top half down on the counter top, using a large palm between your shoulder blades.

You gasped when you felt Kyle's rough hands firmly grip the globes of your ass, groping and kneading them before landing harsh slaps on the flesh.

"Fuck.." he breathed out as he parted your cheeks, exposing your puckered hole and slit, arousal already coating the inside of your thighs.

"Gonna let me fill all your pretty holes, princess?" he asked gruffly, hastily tossing his ball cap onto the counter beside you.

Your only response was a needy moan, ready for the assault he was about to unleash on your cunt.

He dove straight in, licking thick stripes from your clit to your puckered hole, making your knees buckle and your hands grip the counter top.

Kyle let out a satisfied groan as he buried his face between your legs, hungrily lapping at your slit, tongue swirling hastily between your tight entrance and swollen nub.

Strong, thick digits snaked up the inside of your thighs until they joined his mouth at your core, shoving two strong fingers into your tight entrance, sliding them in and out to be coated by your juices as his tongue mercilessly flicked at your clit.

Loud moans left your lips parted while your back arched, and you chased the pleasurable heat blooming deep within the pit of your stomach.

As soon as the pads of his fingers came into contact with the spongy pleasure point within your walls, he kept his focus there, hooking his fingers harshly to apply just enough force.

"Fuck- Kyle!" you cried out, seeing stars form behind your eyes as your lips were stuck in a permanent 'O'.

Kyle groaned against your clit, suckling harshly on your sensitive nub, before increasing the pace of his fingers until you were gushing on his fingers and tongue.

An animalistic growl tore through Kyle's chest before he pulled away, only to bring his palm to your folds and relentlessly swipe his fingers back and forth in quick succession until your juices are coating your thighs, the floor, his hand, and his jeans.

"That's it, princess. Make a fuckin' mess for me," he growled.

Your legs trembled beneath you as broken moans tore through your throat to leave your voice raw and hoarse.

Kyle pulled his hand back to support your legs while he gave you a moment to breathe.

But Kyle wasn't done with you yet.

He quickly rose to his full height and kicked your legs further apart. The sound of his belt and jeans being undone had your eyes bulging in panic.

Kyle pulled his thick cock from the confines of his jeans, veins bulging, shaft rigid with an angry red, weeping tip.

His left hand move to grip your waist, keeping you in place while his right hand guided his thick head to your throbbing core. He tapped his cock against your clit a few times, sending jolts of electric currents through you.

"Better hold on tight, princess. It's been a day," he grumbled before easing his thick shaft in your tight entrance.

The deliciously familiar stretch burned and eased as he rocked his hips gently at first before being fully seated within you.

Kyle groaned aloud as he felt your walls flutter around his cock, biting harshly on his bottom lip as he watched himself disappear within your folds.

His hand slid up the length of your back until his fingertips were snaking into your hair and harshly gripping it at the base of your scalp, tugging your face up from the counter to put your lower back in an almost painful arch.

Tears of pleasurable overstimulation formed in your eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment as his hips rutted into you from behind. The force of his thrusts had your hips slamming into the edge of the counter top. He set a bruising pace while simultaneously slapping your ass.

"Good fuckin' girl. Tha's right, take my fuckin' cock," he grunted out, punctuating each word with a deep thrust, effectively stealing the air out of your lungs.

The thick vein running along the underside of his rigid shaft dragged deliciously over the spongy spot within your gummy walls, the head of his cock angrily ramming against the spot until you were gushing for him with a loud cry. But his hips were unrelenting as he chased his own release.

"Milk me with your greedy cunt, princess. Let me fill ya," he rasped as his hand in your hair moved to caress the column of your throat, and his other arm wrapped around the front of your waist, keeping you flush to him as he rammed into you.

He squeezed the sides of your throat, controlling the oxygen flow to your already fucked out brain.

His hips were stuttering and faltering in pace as soon as he felt the tears you were holding back leak onto his forearm.

Kyle roughly pushed you back down against the counter, gripping your hips in a firm hold as he fucked into you faster.

A string of grunts and moans fell from his lips as hot ropes of thick cum painted your inner walls white with his spend.

Heavy pants fell from both of your lips as he stayed seated in you as his cock softened.

Kyle leaned down and pressed soft and affectionate kisses across your shoulder blades and up to your neck until reaching your lips.

"I love you, princess. Ya did so good f'me. Promise tomorrow's all about you," he murmured into the kiss.

A fucked out smile graced your lips as you lie spent on the counter top, "I love you too, Kyle."

He grinned down at you and slowly removed himself from your abused cunt before stepping back to admire the mess he made out of you.

His cum leaked from your throbbing, swollen cunt, and mixed with your juices coating the inside of your thighs.

He hummed in approval before scooping you up in his arms and carrying you towards the bathroom where he ran you a nice hot bath, keeping you tucked firmly against his chest as he cleaned and showered you with affection and soft praises.

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@going-to-ikea-for-the-fries @crashtestbunny

My offering to you goddesses 🥹🙏🏻🖤

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sstormyskyess · 5 months

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Pub Nights

author's note: i imagine the boys are very unique when they're drunk and we all know they're not immune to getting just a bit more tipsy than they maybe should be, so here's what i cooked up!

cw: fluff, alcohol/drinking, intoxication, slight possessive behavior, a little sleazy behavior [not from any of the boys], cuddling, suggestive comments/acts

word count: 1700+

TF-141 x GN!Reader

Simon “Ghost” Riley [protective]

♡ You know how a lot people get less aware of their surroundings when they’re drunk? Not Ghost. He gets almost paranoid when he’s had a little too much to drink.

♡ Usually, this manifests in him always needing to have you in his line of sight, or better yet right next to him at all times. It’s hard to reason with him in this state; it’s possible, but it’s rare you’ll get him to just relax a bit before you end up needing to take him home.

Simon’s hand tightens on your waist, pulling you just a little closer. Someone across the bar had been eyeing you up for the past few minutes, something that you hadn’t noticed but he has. You look at him, confused. “What’s wrong, hun?” You tilt your head. He just grumbles and averts his gaze back down to the nearly empty glass of bourbon in his hand. You frown and wrap your hand gently around his wrist. “Simon?” You prompt again.

He sighs and turns to you, meeting your concerned eyes. “It’s nothing, love.” You start to believe him before his eyes snap up again looking past you to the person of interest again. He had started to move, approaching the two of you. A bold move, considering the fact that you had a 6’4” behemoth of a man playing guard dog by your side.

“Hey, sweetheart. You going home alone tonight?” The other man asks. Your eyes narrow and you scoot just a bit closer to Simon. “No, I’m with him actually.” The breath is pushed out of you when Simon’s arm wraps around your midsection and squeezes you tightly to his side. If this other guy was close enough, he’d be able to hear him growling next to you. “Piss off, ya fuckin’ wanker.” He hisses at the guy. At the sound of Simon’s voice, he immediately backed off, hands up and muttering a quick ‘sorry,’ before walking away.

You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding and Simon’s arm loosens just a little. “Thank you, Si.” You kiss him on his clothed cheek, attempting to stop him glaring daggers at the retreating man. “He’s not coming back, baby. It’s okay.” You smile when he lets out a quick huff and fully relaxes his hold on you. “Let’s go home, yeah?” He murmurs, satisfied when you nod and start gathering your things.

John “Soap” Mactavish [sensual]

♡ Soap is going to be all over you, whether you’re drinking at home or not. Wandering eyes, grabby hands, an abundance of kisses—he wants to show you just how much he loves you in all the best ways.

♡ With a stocky Scotsman attached at the hip, it’s common that you’ll end up being assaulted by kisses and trapped in his arms for the rest of the night until he finally falls asleep for the night [a lot of the time, he’s falling asleep on the couch and you have to either drag him or urge him to his feet to get him in bed.]

It was a miracle that you and Johnny managed to get home tonight. You ended up having to get Price to drive the both of you home; you’d have to apologize for making out in the back of his car like a couple of horny teenagers, but that could wait until the morning. For now, you were just worried about not stumbling too much on the short walk down the hall that you had to make to get to your apartment door.

Somehow, you made it all the way inside and to your nice comfy bed. Yes, the bedsprings were a little worn out and yes, the mattress was getting a little lumpy, but that was irrelevant right now. It was hard to focus on anything else other than your boyfriend halfway laying on top of you with his lips connected to the skin on your neck and shoulders, painting you with lovebites and hickeys that you weren’t sure you’d be able to hide in the morning.

“I’m gonna have you up ‘til morning, bonnie, I swear—” He cuts himself off by biting down on you again, his hands slipping under your clothes to take big handfuls of all the plumpest parts of your body. “Can’t wait to hear you moanin’ tonight, y’sound so good…” He smiles against your skin when you whimper quietly at his words. It morphs into a giggle and you playfully try to pull away from him. “I don’t wanna get a noise complaint, Johnny!”

He just takes the opportunity to start stripping you, your shirt coming first so he could bury his face in your chest and start kissing you up and down there too. “Don’t care who hears us, they’ll have to bring it up with me anyway.” His words are muffled by your chest, the vibrations of his voice tickling you and making you giggle again.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick [mushy]

♡ Gaz gets very loose-lipped when he’s drunk. He’ll go on and on about how wonderful you are, and how much you’ve changed his life for the better, and that you’ve made him the happiest man alive.

♡ He gets very embarrassed about it the first few times you see him like that, but eventually you’re able to convince him that it’s just adorable and he’s got no reason to worry. In fact, it was the way he ended up confessing to you, so as much as it can get overbearing, this little quirk would always have a soft spot in your heart.

“Wait. What did you just say?” You turn to Kyle with an incredulous look on your face. There’s no way in hell you heard that right. Did you? Kyle just smiles at you and bumps shoulders with you. “I said that you made my life better more than anyone else has,” he rests his head on yours, “oh! And, that I love you. So, so much.”

Well, that was unexpected. You go silent for a few moments as Kyle sways a bit. He’s definitely had a little too much to drink. You support him with an arm around his shoulders and help get him to his feet, struggling under his weight at your side. “Let’s get you home, okay? You need rest.” He nods in response and lets you take him out to his car. Once you get him buckled into the passenger’s seat, you start the trip back to his flat, all the while he’s trying to hold your hand. Eventually you give in, a small smile on your face.

Once you’re back at his place, you’re faced with the task of getting him to his room to get him ready for bed, at least the best you could. “Thank you for taking me home, love.” He’s practically dead weight on you as you lug him to his room and sit him on his head. He immediately lays back, letting you pat his forehead. “Of course, Kyle. No need to thank me.” You smile. “Can you manage getting undressed by yourself?” He nods and you leave to get him some hangover remedies prepared.

You ended up asleep on Kyle’s couch with him—after he followed you there from his bedroom— with his arm around your midsection and him mumbling confessions of his affections all the way up until you fell asleep. You never realized how he felt about you; apparently, he hid it very well. The funny thing is, you felt exactly the same about him. You did have to wonder though: would he really still feel the same tomorrow? Hopefully he would, or your current position would be very odd.

John Price [sleepy]

♡ When Price breaches the barrier between tipsy and drunk, he quite honestly is ready to go home and hold you tight before getting a good night’s rest.

♡ The moment you get home you’re being dragged to bed, whether you like it or not, even if you want to go along with your usual nighttime routine. Hell, you’d be lucky to even get fully undressed before he’s pulling you under the covers.

You put one of your hands over John’s where they were resting on your stomach, kneading the plush there. He had been hovering behind you the entire time you were getting ready for bed. He was making it increasingly difficult to get anything done, especially getting undressed and into your sleepwear. With his arms practically locked around you, wiggling out of your clubbing outfit was near impossible.

“John, let go for a second—” You squeak when you get hoisted off the ground; the very second you finish drying your face after washing it, he was carrying you to bed and plopping you both down, his face buried in your shoulder. “You’re ready for bed already, darling.” He grumbles deep in his chest. You practically hear the pout on his face as he speaks. “I’m not even undressed yet—” You sigh deeply. “Fine, fine, I’m staying. Can I at least get some water first, though?” No response.

“John, we should really get some water…” You mumble into John’s chest, your voice muffled by his shirt. He just pulls you closer, his hand playing at the nape of your neck and the small of your back. You huff, trying to push yourself away from him. You look up at him with a frown on your face “John, c’mon, let go…” You whine. But before you could even try to escape his hold again, he was dead asleep.

You groan quietly and try to slip your clothes off despite his ironclad grip only managing to make it out of your shoes and the clothes covering your lower half. You had to wait for another ten minutes before his grip finally loosened enough for you to get up and get fully undressed and into your night clothes, as well as getting a glass of water to chug down.

Once you make it back to the bedroom, you realize you must have woken him up because he’s sitting against the headboard, waiting for you. When you walk in, he’s already trying to get up to grab you again, so you hurry to get in bed so as to not make him leave the bed. You’re almost immediately being crushed again and he’s falling asleep again, an adoring smile coming to your face as you rub his back up and down to soothe him back to sleep.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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inurecity · 4 months

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Gaz Relationship Headcannons

gn!reader

you just KNOW gaz can be the kinkiest mf ever if you give him the chance to be. worse than how some people depict könig. i wanted to expand on that a bit, mainly because this man is too underrated for his own good. that being said, here’s some relationship headcannons about him. a few SFW, others not.

SFW

-gaz needs at least a hand on you at all time. he doesn’t do it consciously, he just needs to know that you’re there with him.

-if you’re going anywhere with gaz, know he takes at least 20 minutes to get ready. no matter how much you complain, he needs to make himself look perfect. which, you remind him constantly, he does already, but he doesn’t seem to care.

-skin care routine is worse than soap’s, let’s be honest with ourselves. gaz hates it when he hasn’t put any product on his face during a mission—if you’re on it with him all you’ll here is constant whining. his routine consists of 2 hours a day when he can get the time for it.

-fashion expert and PROUD. this man will take you to 50 different thrift stores in his free time looking for steals and will explain in great detail their history. it’s insane how much he knows about clothes, and it mystifies you to this day. but, he doesn’t stop there—trust that he would take you on at least 1 shopping spree per week (if he isn’t deployed) and would pamper you with fancy thrifted clothing like nobodies business.

-that being said, gaz loves to go thrifting. the feeling of hidden treasures passed down by strangers makes him so happy.

-and, of course, the clothes he buys must be worn—in public or curated into a fashion show. which he loves doing, by the way—to watch you grumble as you shuffle out in a new piece orchestrated by him. absolutely priceless memories.

-but it doesn’t stop there. gaz, being the pretty faced manipulator he is, has 100% roped soap, ghost, price, alejandro, and even rudy into his shows. he has a photo album dedicated to blackmail of them.

-off of talking about clothing now—gaz probably has a giant collection of plushies. from sanrio to weirdly realistic dogs, this man has em all. bad day? he has your favorite plushie of his to cheer you up. cramps? you know he has a plushie with a built in heating pad. he’s deployed? you better expect him to literally make a body pillow of himself for you.

-knows how to crochet. made a plush of you and him holding hands, and to this day it sits on the corner of your work desk.

-in your alone time, gaz has the cheesiest smile ever plastered on his face for every second of it. he loves spending time with you so much, it’s worth his face muscles hurting.

-passenger. princess. refuses to drive when he doesn’t need to. he’s the kind of person to be sitting there with his eyes closed, massaging your thigh as you drive.

-gaz has had a ring tucked away in an old shoe box for months. he glances at it every time he walks by, but never had the strength to take it out. you find it, one day, while looking for your old yearbooks and nearly had a heart attack.

-when he finally proposed to you on a date, you shake your head and laugh. before he takes it the wrong way you explain what happened, and he nearly dies of embarrassment right then and there. but of course, you said yes. how couldn’t you?

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mainly gn!reader, did everything i could not to make it complete f!r lol

-this man treats you like royalty in bed. when he’s not vigorously shoving you into the headboard, he’s whispering praise into your ear and taking it slow. drinks up every moment of it.

-but, of course, he has his moments. when he comes home from deployment, best believe he’s pushing you against the door as soon as he closes it and sliding his hand up your shirt, removing it as soon as he can. between hungry kisses his lips find their way down your body, kissing and nipping at every inch he could.

-he can’t get enough of how you taste, and being away for so long makes it worse. so, naturally, as you whimper under his hold, he fucks you right there. pressed against the door, hasty kisses everywhere as his cock pushes in and out of you as fast as it can go.

-he’s *loud*, too. grunts and soft moans, sure, but he can’t keep his mouth shut. when he’s not praising you, he’s whining at the feeling of your walls clamping around his length. (alt: he’s whining at the feeling of your hole clamping around his length.)

-there’s been times where he got a bit too loud and the neighbors complained. it was mortifying.

-gaz can’t help but dirty talk the whole time. as much as he hates accidentally calling you a slut or whore in the moment, there’s still times where he does. and of course, when this happens, he slows down and cups your face in his hands as apology after apology bombards you.

-he might seem like a gentleman during sex most of the time, but let him go crazy and he will.

(AFAB!R) -gets pussy drunk after seconds, and gets latched onto you. his hands push open your thighs no matter how hard you try to close them, and he just fucking goes to town.

-he knows his size, too; he’ll take his time opening you with his fingers and tongue before he uses his cock.

(AMAB!R) -there’s been times where he wields it like a damn sword and fights yours with it. (he can be a child sometimes and i’m fucking here for it)

-uses praise as a way of leverage; he’ll fuck you nice and rough but will talk you through it till he finishes.

-probably has some weird kinks he won’t admit to. there’s been a few times where he’s gotten hard from watching you cook; it didn’t go so well for the food in the oven after you pointed it out. grubhub is the best option after you finish.

-the KING of aftercare. you just know he’ll pamper you out of existence.

-he’ll shower with you, rubbing your back and cleaning you up. (gaz would the most gentle man ever, fight me)

-and after? you’ll fall asleep on his chest and he’ll kiss your forehead, matching your breathing pattern until he falls asleep.

ACK IM SORRY FOR NOT GOING TOO INTO DETAIL FOR THE NSFW PART, i’ve never really written any smut before especially not in this format haha 🥲

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honeyhobbs · 5 months

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Snow Gaz my beloved

#i was so distracted by him on this mission its actually embarrassing #dont let gaz go prone in front of me if you want me to pay attention to orders ok #kyle gaz garrick #gaz cod #gaz mw2 #gaz fanart #cod mw3 #call of duty mw3 #cod mwiii #gaz mw3 #cod mw2 #procreate #my art

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hxltic · 23 days

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Omg omg I love your writing. May i please order a cup of Ghost, König, Roach (or really any other COD character) with an s/o who randomly decides to ask them what their bodycount is and then gets upset when it’s a lot ;( like their s/o asks them about their past hookups and they’re like 16 or something and their s/o gets all pouty and teary eyed cause they don’t like the thought of someone else touching them in an intimate manner. SORRY IF THIS IS TOO DETAILED OML

I really wanted to do one of the three you named but I’m gonna do Gaz cus he’s hot and young and the least traumatized out of all of them LMAO IM SORRY (this is so late but I have motivation again and I’m back!!)

Gaz connects the silver chain around his neck, watching his reflection copy in the mirror, then he shines a smile that hides the strawberry gum he’s chewing somewhere behind his teeth. Once he’s satisfied with a simple black tee that hugs him in all the right spots, he leaves the bathroom with a spritz of his expensive, vanilla scented cologne hanging in the air.

On his few days off duty, who better to spend it with than you?

He pours himself a single shot before you stroll out of your shared bedroom. Makeup done, heels high, and dress short— you were more than ready.

“Damn, you look good. You trying to kill me?” He rubs his jaw as he scans you.

Giggling, you twirl in your skin-tight dress, “Maybe.”

“Alright, let’s go before I do something I’ll regret.”

. .

You arrive with his arm slung around your waist as you pass the foyer and into the living room. Some of his high school friends await, new faces to you. They catch sight of you first, then him, and it instantly switches the mood when they holler out happily.

“Yo, Kyle!”

“Long time no see!”

A few hugs and handshakes later, you both take a seat and sink comfortably into the couch. His arm switches to rest over your shoulders protectively.

He inquires, “So, this is her right?”

“In the flesh,” he responds casually.

The man leans over from his spot and reaches his hand out, hoping you’ll take it. Your lips curl upwards politely when you do.

“Nice to meet you.”

“You too. He talks about you all the time, so when I saw you, I knew who you were immediately. I’m Tyler.”

“Does he now?” Your shoot a curious glance to him who’s watching the conversation unfold. “And what would he say?”

“All good things, all good things,” Kyle jests. His thumb caresses your shoulder. Tilting your head to lean into his neck, faint cologne seems to override everyone else’s in the room when his two-toned lips kiss your forehead.

“It’s good to see him finally settle down. Out of your ways, right man?”

Tyler mindlessly giggles as what he said runs over your head. Then, it takes a U-turn and comes back, dropping your expression to a blank stare at nothing in particular as the cogs turn in your brain.

Out of his ways. You repeat. What were his ways?

Unaware that he’d single-handedly ruined your night, Tyler continues talking to his friends. One of which was Kyle, someone trained to pay attention to those around him, so he notices your switch in demeanor but truthfully has no idea why.

To be completely honest, you didn’t know why either. He was a good man, one you trust with your life (literally), so why do you care about who he was? You didn’t know if this was riding a thin line of slut-shaming, but you were so curious that being lost in your train of thought negated the feeling of his hand resting on your bouncing knee.

“What’s the matter?” He tucks a strand of your hair back gingerly. “Let me fix it.”

Even if he didn’t know what it was, he always said those four words. “Let me fix it.” If it was things he couldn’t fix, he’d sure as hell try.

Your eyes dart to his soft ones. He gazes at you like you’re the only person in the room; the only girl in world. “It’s nothing.”

“If you don’t want to talk about it now, I’m askin’ again later. Would you prefer me do that?”

You consider his negotiation, running the scenario of later through your head, then nod quietly. He nods back but it’s evident he isn’t completely enjoying himself the rest of the night. How can he when you aren’t?

Half-assed responses and deep sighs fall from his lips, the irritation growing despite the previous longing to hear from his old friends. He began to grow overstimulated from that point on, but not wanting to ruin the mood, he kept his mouth shut.

. .

The second you slipped through the door, fast food in hand (from his efforts to lighten your mood), the tension transferred from the majorly silent car ride to your home. Your breaths were shallow as if the thoughts circulating overwhelmed you.

Nothing matters beforehand. Your relationship was still fresh, there wasn’t even enough time for him to have a “military girlfriend”. But could that mean you’re next? You trust him, just not your judgement.

“What’s wrong, beautiful? Ya barely ate.”

He closes the door behind you, treading carefully around your emotions as to not hurt you more. As much as you wanted to curl up in a ball, unfortunately, there’s nothing to fault him for in this situation, so you can’t do anything but talk about it. The guilt eats away at your love for him as you gather the words you call shameful.

“If you had to guess, how many people did you date before me?”

His eyes widen in surprise, then fade away as he searches his brain for memories.

The deliberation of the question should let you know the status of what he did. They could have been one night stands— and the thought makes you cringe— but nothing would evoke the most culpability than it being various, genuine relationships.

“Three,” he states. There was no extra talk, even though you’re sure he had pieced together why you were asking.

“How many different people have you been intimate with? Including me?”

“Uhh…”

Answering wasn’t the problem. It’s just that if it made you this upset and you hadn’t even known the answer yet, hearing the actual reply would absolutely crush you.

He chose against saying it, just releasing a deep sigh, which is basically the same thing. It told you all you needed to know.

“Hey, look,” he begins walking toward you and his logic is warred with his heart when you don’t step away, but just stand there sadly. There was nothing to be afraid of, and you weren’t scared of him anyway. “I know this feels cliché, but you’re the one I want. Ty wasn’t lyin’ when he said I’ve settled down.”

Both of his hands gently find yours as if he were attempting to telepathically transport his sincerity to you. “I love you more than you’ll ever know.”

And he shows it, most certainly— the kiss he sweetly places to your temple nothing but evidence— yet all you can think about were your previous thoughts. What if you’re next?

“So what’s the answer?” Your focus remains to the hardwood floor, attempting to look for invisible specs of dust to avoid the tears threatening to swell in your eyes.

It shocks him because he didn’t think you’d speak, concluding you were too upset. One of his hands removes yours and drags it over his face. “Fuck, baby— I don’t even have count.”

He was right, it did upset you more, but there wasn’t anything you could blame him for. And living in uncertainty within a relationship that he promises he’s dedicated to sounds like hell. He hasn’t done anything to prove you shouldn’t, so your best option, quite literally, is to trust him. “Okay.”

“Look at me, love.” He slowly raises your chin by a few fingers, only to feel a painful throb behind his ribs at the sight. “I was young, and stupid, and wanted the wrong things from the people around me. I joined the military because of it, and thank God I did. I found the right values of life.”

There was a wetness to your cheek that he wiped away with his thumb, but you wouldn’t be able to tell why it was there. Overwhelming affection or sadness?

“In fact, there isn’t anything I can thank more than the world for the time we met. Now, I can cherish you in a way I wouldn’t have been able to before.”

You listen closely to the words, just thinking of how okay you’ll be. He was a good man, and if you unintentionally painted him out to be anything otherwise, it would show. But until then, you two would be fine (assuming he wasn’t still a man-whore, of course).

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