#Alex x Gaz

[loveindefinitely]

♱ 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 WE'D STILL WORSHIP THIS LOVE — alex x gaz x reader

✩ part one, part two, part three, part four, part five

// read on ao3.

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You know love is real. You've felt it, tasted it, heard it, seen it -- all within the eyes of the two men you hold dearest.

Gaz is, well, Gaz -- always flirting, always one wink away from finding himself being taken home to someone else's bed. Alex is head over heels for Farah, who you really, really think is not interested in him. Or anyone, for that matter. Every day spent with the two chips at your soul, your heart a stuttering beat in your chest when their hands brush against your skin.

All it takes is one night, one shot, and one rejection to have the three of you stumbling into bed together at last. (And into each other's hearts.)

!!characters.

kyle 'gaz' garrick + alex keller

!!warnings.

nsfw, fem!reader, fmm, polyamory, threesome, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, partying, drinking, getting together, praise kink, soft sex, light degradation, l-bombs, mutual pining,⚔️

[hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform]

Kinktober 2024 Day Twenty Six

Knotting

Alex Keller/Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Gaz rolled over, eyes snapping open as he heard Alex start pacing again. He gritted his teeth, pressing a pillow over his head, crushing it over his ear as he slowly counted to thirty again, taking deep breaths, as he waited for Alex to settle down, like he’d said he would try to do.

At thirty, he lifted the pillow up again, and still heard Alex pacing in the other room. Gaz pressed the pillow to his face, groaning, before chucking it aside again.

He knew Alex couldn’t help it. He’d come up in a dry rut unexpectedly. It wasn’t his fault. Probably, due to stress, or lack of sleep, or some combination of the two. At least, that’s what Alex had attributed it to, while apologising to Gaz that it had happened. He’d taken it all on his shoulders, insisting that he and Gaz rest in different rooms, while promising that he’d try and keep the disturbances to a minimum.

Gaz sat up in his bed, tossing the covers back. Alex had done a pretty good on his promise, actually. The noise his pacing was making was really very faint. It should have easily mingled with the other sounds of the building around them, something Gaz would have usually tuned out with ease, a habit everyone in the military had.

It had to be something to do with the heat, that was making Gaz so bothered by it. Usually, Gaz was fine being around other alphas in their ruts. Before they’d been a pack, he’d been around the other members of 141 when they’d had their ruts come up at bad times, when they’d gotten caught in the barracks, or a safehouse, and it had been easy enough for Gaz keep his distance, letting them lock themselves in a room and do what they needed to do.

So why was this different? Was it because the heat was unexpected, out of sync? Because it had come on suddenly, with no preparation, the days where, normally, Gaz would have been able to get used to the smell, the sounds, and learned to tune them out?

Gaz closed his eyes as he curled down over his lap, trying to work out what he was supposed to do. Once they’d formed a pack, he and the rest of 141 had been able to help each other with their ruts. When Soap had had his last one, Gaz had been the one there for him, keeping him hydrated and relaxed. He hadn’t been filling in the role of an omega, rather, caring for his pack, like an alpha is bloody meant to.

Was it even possible for an alpha to care for another alpha like that, when they’re not part of the pack? Gaz considered Alex to be close, as close as the members of his pack, but he technically wasn’t. Not that they didn’t want him to be, Price had made that clear, there just hadn’t been the right moment to bring it up yet.

Gaz opened his eyes again, staring at the door in the far corner of the room, his ears pricking when he realised that the pacing had stopped. He frowned, before all of his wondering thoughts vanished from his head as a faint whimper crept under the door.

He had to at least try.

Gaz swung himself up off the bed, scooping a blanket up to drape around himself as he wandered over to the door, opening it and crossing the corridor. He found the door to Alex’s room and opened it, not seeing anything off about the plain, stone brick walls, the bed in the corner, a curtain blowing back from the open window, a patch of moonlight flashing in and out as the curtain fell back, as Gaz’s chest tightened and he saw Alex, lying curled up on the floor.

Gaz pulled the blanket from his around shoulders, tossing it over Alex’s body as he knelt next to him, resting one hand on his head, as his other searched for a pulse.

“I’m not dead.” Alex rolled over onto his back, clutching the blanket in his hands, gazing up at Gaz.

“I know.” Gaz nodded softly. “It’s hard, isn’t it?”

“You have a striking talent for stating the obvious.” Alex groaned, springing to sit up, but immediately curling over, hissing in pain as he clutched his crotch and buried his face in Gaz’s blanket.

Gaz sighed and hopped up, grabbing Alex under his arms and lifting him, dragging him across the floor to the bed, which looked like it hadn’t been touched. “Have you even tried to go to bed?”

“No.” Alex sat on the edge, still hunched over with the blanket bundled over his crotch as Gaz knelt in front of him. He carefully removed Alex’s blade and its sleeve, carrying them away to lay them beside the door, on top of Alex’s pack.

“That’s too far away.” Alex called out, staring at it, gripping the edge of the bed.

“Sorry.” Gaz apologised, picked it back up and moved it closer to the bed, leaning it up against the bedpost closest to the pillows.

Alex nodded and relaxed, dropping onto his back. “Thanks. I should be alright now.”

Gaz shook his head and crawled up next to him. “Not going to cripple you and leave you here. I’m no omega, but I do have a hole you can use, if we can’t get you to calm down.”

“I can’t knot your ass, that’s so dangerous.” Alex tried to sit up again, only for Gaz to grab his shirt and push him down.

“It’s not. I had it done before. Everyone just says that, so alphas don’t just start fucking each other.” And the world would be a lot less fucking complicated if everyone got over that, Gaz left off.

Alex swallowed. “Really?”

“I’m in an all alpha pack, Alex.” Gaz looked at him, watching the realisation dawn in Alex’s eyes. “Do you really think we all just… suffer alone?”

“I’m not pack, though.”

“You can be.”

Alex was silent for a moment.

“If you want to be.” Gaz said, worried he had misread him.

“No! I… I wanna be.” Alex tilted his head to face him. “Wannabe.”

“You will be. You are.” Gaz reached out for his face. “Pack takes care of each other.”

“You expecting me to return the favour, then?” Alex tried to quip, but it didn’t hide the anxiety and pain in his voice.

“Some time, maybe. Let’s get a look at you, now.”

Alex nodded, settling back and letting Gaz gently pull the blanket away from his crotch, laying it over his chest and shoulders as he looked at his tented boxers.

“Fucking ow.” Gaz murmured. His own dick ached from just seeing Alex like this.

“Tell me about it.” Alex groaned as Gaz tugged his boxers down his thighs.

“Nice show.” Gaz swallowed, catching his dick in his hand as it sprung up. “Let’s get you in a hole, shall we?”

“Shall you.” Alex groaned. “I can’t… move.”

“I got it.” Gaz shoved his own boxers off, tossing them to Alex when he held his hand up for them. He tilted his face down into Alex’s neck, pressing his nose to his scent gland, inhaling deeply when he finally caught a whiff of his scent. It would be the dry rut – they work differently to normal ones, Gaz recalled. More akin to burnout, than the regular cycles. Gaz huffed what little he could get, pushing his finger between his own ass cheeks to poke at his hole, nuzzling Alex’s neck as he pulled it open.

“I want you to face me.” Alex murmured, clutching Gaz’s boxers tight, pressing them to his face.

Gaz nodded, wondering what about him was smelling so good as he straddled Alex’s hips, kneeling up as he carefully guided Alex’s throbbing cock into his ass.

Alex groaned, body jerking as he lifted his leg up, bracing his foot on the edge of the bed as he tried to fuck his dick up into Gaz’s ass.

“Hey, hey.” Gaz gently pressed the leg back down, using his fingers to spread his hole wider as he hurried to spear himself on Alex’s cock. “You said, I should take care of it.”

“I did, when it hurt so bad I couldn’t move.” Alex groaned. “Feels a lot better now that I’m in something. Shoulda kept my blade on so I could fuck you.”

“You’ll have plenty of time to fuck me, in every where you want.” Gaz swallowed as he felt his ass hit Alex’s thighs, feeling the swelling base of his cock straining Gaz’s rim. “For now, knot me so you calm down, why don’t you?”

“Already on it.” Alex grabbed Gaz’s hips, clutching tight as the knot swelled and popped in Gaz’s ass. The pair of them groaned, as Alex tugged Gaz to his right, rolling the pair over, kept connected by the burst knot in Gaz’s ass, stretching him wide.

It was bordering on painful, but if they didn’t move too much, he would adapt to it just fine. Gaz tangled his legs with Alex’s, locking both of his legs around Alex’s knee to keep them still.

Gaz gazed at him, watching the pain fade from his face, as he gently rubbed a finger over his moustache. “You look better with this.”

“Yeah?” Alex smiled. “It took a while to grow back after… the factory. Was worried it never would.”

“Good, that it did. Can’t imagine you without it.”

“Rude.” Alex flicked Gaz’s nose, shifting his hips up as much as he could despite Gaz’s grip on him. “How are you going to tell Price about this?”

“He’s asked me if I’ve fucked you every time I get back from seeing you. He’ll say, ‘it’s about time’ and invite you for Christmas.”

“Christmas… that sounds nice.”

Gaz chuckled, warmth swelling in his chest. “I’ll warn you now, we don’t do roast turkey. We barbecue.”

“Even better.” Alex reached out for Gaz’s neck, brushing his fingers over his skin. “Am I blind, or do you not have a bite mark anywhere? Do alphas not need them to bond?”

“Technically, no one needs them.” Gaz reached up to rub his thumb over Alex’s scent gland, sniffing happily when he sensed Alex’s scent beginning to return to normal. “It’s all some hierarchical, ownership bullshit.”

“Huh…” Alex tilted his head towards Gaz’s hand. “No one in your pack has one?”

“Our pack.” Gaz corrected him. “Ghost does. But only because he wanted one. Asked for one from each of us.”

“Damn. Ghost’s a masochist then?”

“Something like that.” Gaz grunted, clutching the side of Alex’s neck when he felt his cock twitch, and something hot filling him.

“Whoops… Sorry.” Alex kissed his nose. “Didn’t realise I hadn’t come when the knot burst.”

“S’alright. Not like I can have pups.” Gaz leant forward and kissed him on the mouth.

“True. Not going to stop me from trying.” Alex whispered, eyes shining from the kiss.

“Keller out here with a breeding kink, huh?” Gaz grinned, breaking the moment.

“Like you don’t have what, a caring kink?” Alex poked his cheek. “Swanning in here to pick me up and look after me.”

“I’ll wear a little nurse hat next time if you want.”

Alex laughed, tucking his forehead against Gaz’s. “That, I’d pay to see.”

“I don’t charge.” Gaz tugged Alex’s chin up. “Not money, at least.”

“Would you consider kisses a currency then?”

“I can work with that.” Gaz kissed him again. “Better keep ‘em coming. We’ll be here a while.”

He experimentally tightened his ass around Alex, making the man groan.

“You keep that up, you’ll get more than you can handle.”

“I like a challenge.” Gaz grinned.

Alex grinned back. “Another kiss?”

“Gladly.”

[callofdudes]

✨COD as text messages✨ (incorrect quotes)

(may or may not scar you)

Soap: I need to go to the hospital.

Gaz: Why?

Soap: Everytime I close my eyes I can't see!

Gaz: Idiot.

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Rudy: Wanna come over? No one's home 😏

Alejandro: Be there in a few minutes 😍

Rudy: K

Alejandro: I'm here where are you?

Rudy: I told you no one is home

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Price: Hey do you have any condoms I could use? I really need one for tonight.

Soap: Captain?! WTF!! Do you realize who you just texted?

Price: Ya I know that I texted you son. And I also know that you have some. I need one is that ok? I don't want to make the same mistake again.

Soap: Is the mistake me?

Price: ...

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Gaz: Dude what is your street name?

Soap: Lil Marco

Gaz: You live on a street called Lil Marco?

Soap: Ohhhh you meant my address?

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Alejandro: How do you spell 'me'?

Rudy: ummm... M and E

Alejandro: You forgot the D

Rudy: There's no D in me...

Alejandro: ...I can fix that

Rudy: I'm blocking you

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Nikolai: How was Price's surprise party?

Soap: it was great! We scared the cum out of him!!

Nikolai: Soap that's not funny.

Soap: omg! I'm so sorry I meant cum

Soap: NOOOO! I meant we scared the *CRAP out of Price!

Nikolai: ok because the other ones my job :)

Soap: ...

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Alex: Dude how drunk was I last night?

Gaz: Well, at one point I convinced you to try and bite your own nose.....

Alex: Then what happened?

Gaz: You were rolling around on the floor for an hour screaming "ITS GETTING AWAY ITS GETTING AWAY!!!!!!"

Alex: I hate you more then words can express....

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Soap: Simon there's a moth on the outside of the bathroom door can you get rid of it?

Soap: Pls hurry because I'm going to cry

Soap: Simon

Soap: Ghost!

Ghost: Ghost is dead. You're next. Love, Moth

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Price: In a meeting

Price: In a meeting

Price: In a meeting

Price: In a meeting

Price: In a meeting

Laswell: Are you in a meeting?

Price: No, why?

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Soap: You're so beautiful.

Soap: Let me take you out. I wanna get you a table at Liv

Soap: Boy I wanna write a song about us

Soap: What u want me to call it?

Ghost: Restraining Order

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Alex: What does IDK, LY & TTYL mean?

Gaz: I don't know, love you, talk to you later.

Alex: OK, I will ask Farah

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Price: How is practice going?

Ghost: Terrible I want to stab everybody here

Price: Okay just don't get any blood on your clothes

Ghost: You're a military captain you shouldn't be codoning this

Price: Don't tell me how to live my life

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Soap: Dude

Soap: Buttholes are like pockets

Soap: Like you can store stuff up there

Soap: And keep it safe

Gaz: no they are not

Gaz: do not do that

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Soap: Hey

Ghost: Hey

Soap: How are you

Ghost: I am fine. How about you?

Soap: I've been better

Soap: I'm actually really surprised you texted me

Ghost: You texted me

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Price: Hi babe, what are you doing?

Nikolai: Nothing much, 'em really tired. Just going to sleep now babe. And you?

Price: In the club standing behind you

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Gaz: So, I hear you like bad boys

Alex: Yea

Gaz: Well, I'm not trying to impress you or anything but my bedtime is 7:00, but I go to bed a 7:02!! WHAT NOW!!

Alex: IS THAT EVEN LEGAL???

Gaz: Idk, I just like living dangerously

Alex: MARRY ME!!!!

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Soap: How could you?? I trusted you and you cheated on me!!!

Soap: Oh, sorry Simon That was meant for (guy)

Ghost: Oh.

Ghost: On a completely unrelated topic, have you seen my shotgun anywhere?

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Nikolai: You got a letter.

Price: Ok.

Nikolai: From the bank, I think.

Price: Ok.

Nikolai: Tasted important.

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Ghost: Come downstairs and talk to me please. I'm lonely.

Soap: Isn't Gaz there?

Ghost: Yes, but I like you more.

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I don't know where this idea came from. I found a few funny screenshots that made me think of these guys so I went down a rabbit hole to make these. I'm sorry for any trauma these may have caused 😂. Let me know if you want to see more!

[captain-mj]

Okay hear me out mermaid Gaz and fisherman Alex, so something like they meet because Alex caught Gaz in his net by error and they fall in love

Sure! I haven't done them in a while!

Note, I know next to nothing about fisherman. Most of my info about them comes from Mermaids The Body Found

Alex always loved the sea. it was his favorite think in the world. If he could, he'd stay at sea his entire life. So he took a fishing job as soon as he could and got out on the water.

He ate quietly while watching the nets sink in deeper. The ocean was gorgeous that day and he didn't plan on going too far out. It was dangerous to fish alone and he hadn't bothered with getting an extra hands on deck.

Despite knowing this, he still found himself pushing off pulling his nets up. The sun got lower in the sky, his radio kept going off as people tried to contact every sailor out on the water to make sure there was no trouble.

And then it was the night. He leaned against the deck and watched the dark water. Fins would occasionally come out of the water and splash around. He wondered what it would be like to do that.

Alex started to pull up his nets, using a machine to do most of it. By hand was always his preferred method but since losing his leg, it was hard for him to keep his balance at times. Too much weight and too much water meant a fall would be easy and as much as he loved the sea, he doubt it loved him back.

Something big inside the net hit the bottom of the boat and he turned his big lights on before grabbing his knife. Depending on what it was, he'd have to throw it back.

He thought it was a shark at first from the sheer size of it. Then the tail... didn't make sense. It was horizontal instead of vertical, clearly meant to move up and down.

He looked up it, trying to identify the species before he saw the skin of the tail shift to the flesh of the back. Human looking flesh.

His face. Alex had never seen someone so beautiful. He stood there, knife still in hand as his catch tried to move away. It's hands were human, but they seemed to struggled to grip the metal of the ship. There were no nails, but instead webbing and what looked to be soft pads on his fingertips. Instead of escaping, he managed to tangle himself further into the netting.

Alex stepped closer, careful not to step on his tail or the other fish. "I'm not going to hurt you." He tried to be as soothing as possible but he only fought harder, clearly afraid.

Alex started with the biggest of the rope over his chest. He'd have to pay a fortune to replace it. His knife slid through the rope and he watched as his catch wiggled aggressively to try to escape.

Being very careful not to accidentally cut him, he managed to undo most of the looser rope that was covering him. He then tried to untangle them but the mermaid was thrashing so much that the rope had started to get too tight. Alex gently cupped his cheek and rubbed his face.

Giant dark eyes peered up at him for a moment before slowly going still.

Alex gently grabbed his hand and gently untangled him up his arm and then gently cut one that had gotten rather tight around his shoulder. He noticed him start swallowing and gasping a little and he quickly shot up and got a bucket of water. The first was dumped over him to keep him from drying out and the second was set next to him. His mermaid dunked his head in to drink as Alex finally managed to cut him free.

Alex grabbed him gently, managing to wrap his arms around him and lift him. He prayed he didn't slip and fall while this weirdly beautiful and probably very endangered creature was in his arms.

His arms wrapped around Alex's shoulders and he felt himself blush.

As soon as the water is in sight, the mermaid slips from his arms and goes straight into the water.

Alex stares at the ripples silently, rethinking everything that just happened. Right as he convinced himself that maybe he had just imagined everything that happened, his head popped out of the water.

"Gaz."

"Alex."

They both nodded, as if they both knew they were talking about names.

Gaz went right back into the water.

Alex waited for a while before going home. He kept his eye out, constantly waiting to see him again.

It took two months, but Alex went back on the water again. He noticed the change in the sky and immediately got prepped to go back, but the ship just... wouldn't start. He tried to message someone on land, but as weather often was at sea, the rains started too soon.

It was a harsh storm that rocked his boat and it happened so fast that he was left scrambling to try to secure things. His boat rocked so hard back and forth and he lost his footing, slamming hard against the side of the deck. He felt bile in the back of his throat from how hard he hit it.

Alex gave up on the boxes and tried to get inside his boat but the boat moved to the other side and before he knew it, he was in the water.

It was so dark he could barely see what was up. The waves slammed his body against the ship, feeling pain ricochet through him.

It happened again.

And again.

and....

Gaz grabbed him and yanked him along. Alex liked to think he was a strong swimmer, but he wasn't a mermaid. Gaz pulled him along and held him so his head was above water.

"Gaz!"

"Alex."

Gaz grabbed Alex's face and rubbed it just like Alex had done that day. He then checked over Alex's body to make sure he wasn't hurt. His head tilted a little when he found Alex's prosthetic leg but just continued to check over Alex. When he was content, he continued to just hold Alex.

Alex shivered hard and tried to just keep warm. He rubbed at his arms and his nose before noticing Gaz's eyes staring at him.

Before he could really think, Gaz kissed him.

He tasted like the sea.

[xxmikeymurderxx]

What would you guys say if I made a sailor moon 141 au?

[snootlestheangel]

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.

[smutstationchoochoo]

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! :)

[sky-is-the-limit]

"𝑰𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔, 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏."

[lxvvie]

Simps 'R Us, Between the Sheets edition: Your faves and the wholesome and funny things you two get up to in bed, part I.

Capt. John Price - When he's half asleep and about to snore loud enough to wake the dead (Price vehemently denies this), you like to have random conversations with him because you know questions you ask will do one of two things: elicit a nonsensical answer from the Cap'n or... wake him up from his sleep altogether.

Gaz - Is curling up into himself because you're the big spoon, you're running your hands over his body because he's highkey lowkey ticklish, and your face is buried in his neck because... he's highkey lowkey ticklish. "Darling, please—" Gaz manages to gasp out between... wait, are you giggling, Garrick?

Soap - Your darling golden retriever chaotic good boyfriend loves... to sleep naked. You're not complaining, though, especially because he loves it when you lay on him. You've made a home for yourself between his thighs; his stomach is your pillow, and he usually has a hand rubbing your head. Helps him to relax, y'know, bonnie? And whenever you don't lay on him, it's an affront to Johnny's... everything. His heart is broken. His soul is crushed. You're too far away from him (even though you're still right under him). How could you do this to him? He can't live like this. No other stud muffin can offer you what he can, beautiful. But no really, bonnie, he needs you on top of him like... yesterday.

Ghost - You really like his body. Like... really like his body. You blow raspberries on his stomach, you smack his ass, you talk about his eyelashes—scratch that, you love his body. To you, every scar tells a story, and you've asked him plenty of times to talk about them. And then you did the unthinkable that had Simon wanting to disappear into the fucking blankets—"Si-bear, I didn't know you had a mole on your inner thigh!" Bloody fucking hell, he'll never hear the end of this. And then you kissed it and Ghost's face had never felt so bloody hot before. Christ, you'll be the death of him, sweetheart.

Roach - Nothing but the most sickeningly saccharine stuff to ever stuff happens with Roach. A poke-fest, a kiss-fest, a tickle-fest, you name it, it happens. Roach loves to sleep with his face buried in your chest and arms wound tight around you. Always. You rubbing his head soothes him to sleep as well.

Alex - You're also the big spoon here, too. You're busy talking about conspiracy theories you believe the government is/was involved in and Alex is entertaining you ("That so, Boss?"). In actuality, his eyes are comically wide because the truth is oftentimes stranger than fiction and you may or may not be walking a little heavy there, Boss.

Alejandro - Is the big spoon to your little spoon in bed no matter what you're doing. Loves to intertwine your legs together, too. Alejo murmurs how much he loves you in your ear and kisses the top of your head before telling you good night.

Rudy - Sometimes when he's asleep, you'll whisper "Rodolfo" in his ear which causes Rudy to shoot up, eyes comically wide because the only time someone calls him by his full government name is when he gets into shit but it wasn't him this time, it was that idiot Alvarez— "Didn't get to tell you good night and I love you, Rudy, so... good night and I love you, Rudy." Oh. Oh. Ha. Real funny.

Farah - A cuddle bunny through and through. She loves laying up under you, her head resting on your shoulder or under your chin, or her face in the crook of your neck. She wants to hear you as you sleep. She wants to feel the gentle rise and fall of your chest or the resonances as you speak. Farah simply can't get enough of you.

Keegan - It's really you teasing him because Keegan isn't one to really get flustered or deviate from his infamously neutral expression. Much. Until you came along. You two are relaxing in bed and you're the one randomly calling out, "Hey, Kee-Kee," to which Keegan makes the most surprised and disgusted face in response and you're wheezing.

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Orange Peel Theory With Cod Characters

Would they peel an orange for you? (Scenario based on the test from TikTok)

Characters Included: 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, Vladimir Makarov.

This is probably one of the only times I'll be using the color orange, AHAHAHAHA. As you can tell I wouldn't be okay with the camp half-blood uniform as an Aphrodite kid. Writing this as I'm sick with a cold, my nanny since childhood peeled my oranges for me while telling me to finish all of it because it's vitamin C.

Mansplaining this but the Orange Peel/Peeling Theory surrounding TikTok started with one girl talking about her experience with her ex peeling her oranges for her. It soon turned into a theory/test where people ask their partner to peel an orange for them, something as small and effortless as peeling an orange as that act of service represents their willingness to do things for their partner and if they refuse then that's seen as a red flag because it means that if they're unwilling to do that small thing for them then same case scenario for something big that requires a sacrifice.

They peel it for you almost immediately, no words needed, just you staring at the orange. Grabbing it from the bowl of fruits and meticulously tearing the skin with their thumbs, being careful not to make much of a mess and to not bruise the orange.

It's not a secret that they like to do this, offering other little things like opening doors for you, peeling the skin of apples if you don't feel like eating it and slicing it up for you with a multipurpose camping knife, putting their hand on the edge of a nearby cornered things so it wouldn't be as painful if you hit your head picking something up.

Characters: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, König.

Would tease you once you ask them to peel it for you but will peel it. Would even hand feed it to you, you have to give them a kiss for every orange they separate. If you tell them you don't like the pith (the white stringy part) then they'd take it off for you.

They probably would ask you to peel some for them too some time around soon but you're more than happy to do it for them.

Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Alejandro Vargas, Valeria Garza, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Nikolai Belinski.

You probably should've worded it better, you told them you felt like an orange.. "I feel like a tomato" is what you hear back. You laughed and clarified that you felt like eating the fruit.

"Oh.." they stopped to think if you had any oranges at home at the moment and they got up and peeled it for you, bringing a plate back of two peeled and pulled apart oranges with a glass of water for you.

Characters: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Alex Keller, Gary "Roach" Sanderson.

He'd throw the orange at your head, telling you to peel it yourself.

Characters: Philip Graves, Vladimir Makarov.

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[sleepyconfusedpotato]

⚔️ Task Force 141 - NFL AU 🏈

by me (sleepyconfusedpotato) and @alypink ! This AU will include some Original Characters made by us both!

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New Hampshire 141s, a new rising american football team whose players dominantly came from the United Kingdom, is ready to face the NFL season!

As the previous Head Coach, Herschel von Shepherd got fired by the General Manager MacMillan, John Price (who has roots in rugby) got chosen by MacMillan to bring the team to victory. Let us see which players caught Coach Price's eyes!

John Price (HC)

John Price was born in Liverpool, England, but moved to America when he was still very young due to his father being deployed from the military to an American base. Although his father retired a couple of years later, they decided to stay in America. He grew up loving sports as a child but American football always piqued his interest more than any other sports. He played safety in middle and high school, but in his junior year, he had Meniscal tears that prevented him from ever playing again. John was heavily depressed after his injury, one day one of his close friends, Nikolai, who was also one of his fellow teammates on his high school team, told him to cheer him up to go watch the team play or to attend the training camps, John agreed and started assisting to the games and eventually started to think about becoming a head coach. He was recommended by his former high school head coach to take the job as a defensive coordinator for the New Hampshire Wildcats, a college football team. His performance and playbook were impressive, leading the Wildcats to reach a bowl and winning it twice. He proved to be fit and ready for a professional football team in the NFL and was hired as a defensive coordinator by the New Hampshire 141’s, by the HC at that time, Herschel von Shepherd. His first two seasons were disastrous as there was friction between the players and their head coach, most of the players disagreed with Shepherd's decisions and playmaking. To add to that, he seemed to never care about the player's input or needs. Although in those seasons they held a record of 4 wins and 12 losses, the General Manager of the team noticed his defense was the best in the league for both points and yards, and also noticed that a good portion of his defense players were selected on the all-pro team of those two seasons. After the owner and GM fired Shepherd as a Head Coach, John took his place.  In his first seasons with the 141s, he restructured the team and went to playoffs and one NFC championship. As he wanted to improve his team, he started attending college football games, he attended once a college game in which he met the offensive coordinator at the time, Aly, and after the game he met her to ask about some players he was interested in on her actual team, for QB and WR positions, they became acquaintance since that day and kept communication for some time, as she sent some prospects his way. She also requested his help every now and then, making him attend her games and inviting her over to watch the 141s too. After spending time together and sharing the same interests and love for football, they started to date but kept it low as two months later, John hired her as his new offensive coordinator.

#26 Kyle Garrick (WR)

the most responsible and reliable player of the team. Kyle’s dad was an ex-WR and a former head coach out of a college football team. His father is a very hardworking man and disciplines his son like a football player, and with that, comes a great expectation for Kyle since his high school years. Kyle is extremely reliable, responsible, and respected on and off the field. He is HC John Price's favorite due to his work ethic. Kyle believes in having discipline in everything he does to be one of the best. He keeps a picture of his girlfriend, Eleanor Graham (Ladybug) everywhere, especially in his locker room as he says she brings him good luck for catching the hail mary’s from Alex.  Kyle and Alex met in Baylor University, where they played together and won many games, including several bowl games. They became best friends in and out of the football field, supporting each other infinitely. “You've got friends nearby.” On Alex’s quote, “I can throw the ball like ‘fuck it, he’s over there somewhere’ and Kyle would magically appear and catch the ball. He’s always at the right place.”

One day during practice Alex was throwing the ball too far to the left, which headed straight towards her head. On instinct and in an attempt to catch the ball, Kyle collided with Eleanor, which bruised her arms. Instead of being upset like how Kyle would expect her to react, she laughed loudly at him, saying that she chose to sit there. She knew the hazard of studying near a football field. Even though Eleanor said she can take care of her bruises, Kyle insisted on nursing her. (Alex SMILED ear to ear). They both met from time to time. Every practice, Kyle always looks for Eleanor on the side of the field. Eleanor’s laid-back personality often bothers Kyle as she's a damn med school student, but through her, Kyle learns how to slow down and live in the moment. Love bloomed between them and they became a couple midway through freshman year. 

When Kyle was drafted to the NFL to be with Alex for New Hampshire 141s, Eleanor was there with him when he received the call from HC Price. Though Eleanor has to stay in Texas to continue her studies, Eleanor travels to New Hampshire often to visit Kyle.

#31 Alex Keller (QB)

Alex is the quarterback of the 141s, second draft pick and first QB of his university. He is very skilled and hard-working, he is in love with water girl Farah Karim and aspires to be like Tom Brady. He and Kyle Garrick (WR) met in their first year of freshman in University and they played since their first year as the duo of QB and WR (Burrow and Chase vibes) and were drafted together in the NFL draft by the same team. Young duo but very effective especially during the regular season. Alex Keller met Farah Karim in his rookie season during training camp in his first year and has been infatuated with her. Since then, he has tried to score ASAP or reach 4th down so he can sit on the bench and talk with her. Whenever he can, he visits and picks her up from University and helps her out whenever he can in anything she would need.

#70 Simon Riley (TE)

Simon Riley used to be a rugby player in England. He joined the rugby team during his college days and met Price as one of his coaches, who trained and guided him to become one of the most dominant flankers in college rugby. Unfortunately, though he’s always dependable whenever he’s on the field, Simon was often riddled with injuries. His quiet personality didn’t help his case either, bearing the pain in his left leg in silence, until one day, he tore his ACL during an important game which cost the team their winning chances. Simon rested for a whole year to heal his knee. Together with his familial struggle, he contemplated quitting being an athlete. That was until Coach Price offered him a fresh start in the USA. As a flanker is equivalent to the Tight End position in American football, Price told him that he would be perfect for the role. Simon was adamant at first as he was still injured and how he’d be able to completely heal from this devastating injury. But when he said that in America they could find him a good physiotherapist to help him heal his knee, he reluctantly accepted the offer.  Simon got into the draft and was a first-round pick due to how much of a good player he was in rugby. On his first day on the team, he met the other players who got drafted, but the most important and the most fateful meeting was when he got introduced to Charlotte Le Jardin (nickname Jade to simplify her last name), a physiotherapist that Laswell had promised help him to heal his ACL and help him regain his top form. It was a rough road, but with every step he took, Jade was there to help him.  Now, every injury he has he doesn’t stay on the sidelines but goes inside the tent or the stadium so he can be checked by her. Whenever Jade’s out watching the game, he scores more than usual or gets distracted. He often carries the team, especially during the conference championship games. 

#71 Johnny MacTavish (RB)

Johnny MacTavish was born and raised in Scotland. After high school, he was offered an academic and sports scholarship to a prominent university in the USA. He began his football career when he was a freshman at University as a very talented runner, which elevated him as the starter RB on his fifth game. In his senior year he was  awarded the Heisman Trophy winner at college, but due to a shoulder injury, he missed being the top pick at the draft. He was later selected by the New Hampshire 141s and got put in as a starter as soon as he got drafted. He has good chemistry with his team but gets injured by overdoing himself or trying to tackle defensive players on the other team. He is also constantly with Jade for treatment and often misses important playoff games. Johnny is a very talented running back and that is why HC Price can’t get rid of him no matter how he misses practices and meetings and how his personal life affects his performance on the field. He always tries to take his friend Simon Riley to social gatherings and social media, but he completely shuts him down every time. That's different on the field though, as whenever Johnny's going to play a run, Simon will always be there in front of him to push the tacklers away, making way for Johnny to score a first down or a touch down. They're an unstoppable duo together. Johnny is very popular among female fans, making his jersey the one with the most sales every year. His dating story is pretty large and his games are always attended by the women he dates (which constantly changes).

some memes I made 😭

Here's the Hereford 141S' Logo and jersey design! The logo is heavily inspired by the Task Force 141's logo, so it's pretty much just a sporty twist of the logo!

More characters underneath the cut!

#11 Alejandro Vargas (MLB) and #22 Rodolfo Parra (OLB)

(Drawing to be posted!)

Alejandro and Rudy both moved to El Paso, Texas when they started high school at the age of 14 years old. They were avid football (soccer) players during their time in Mexico, but when they started High School they began to play football. Both Alejandro and Rodolfo played as Linebackers, Ale being MLB and Rodolfo being OLB. They did amazing in High School then they both received a scholarship to attend the university in Dallas, Texas. Both of them were later selected to do the NFL Pathway program, for both of them. Being together since their childhood years, high school and university they were a packaged deal and were both selected on the same team, same position on the NFL draft.  Alejandro is especially hyped when playing against Philip Graves, QB of the Dallas Shadows. They have had beef with each other on and off the field since they played against each other for the first time. Ale’s average sack during a game against Dallas is approximately 5 per game, he sometimes is way too harsh while tackling making him get a couple of flags whenever he blitzes and sacks. He’s often scolded by his friend Rudy, but he does not care as long as he can sack Graves.

Kate Laswell (Defensive Coordinator)

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was raised in Virginia, USA. Both her parents and brothers loved football and so did she. Since elementary, she watched and never missed a game during weekends, she always had a fascination for the Chicago Bears and their ‘85 team. Her father told her about how that defense, without an extraordinary QB or offense made them win the superbowl and also made them the best defense of all time. After witnessing that season and that Superbowl, she fell in love with how the defense scheme in football works. Unfortunately professional football for women wasn’t an option, so she studied a lot to become a defensive coordinator. She studied day and night, memorizing the plays, analyzing games and creating new playbooks since she was young. She struggled a lot to have an opportunity since it was a male-dominated team. One of her childhood friends made it to the roster to become a defensive coordinator for the Colorado Buffaloes College Football Team, he was a good coach but not “impressive”. She supported him by attending his games but couldn't help but try to talk to him whenever she thought he could do better, often interrupting his play callings during his games to make him change the play, and it always worked. She and his friend attended a College Bowl, and met John Price at that game, the three of them watched the game and she started to tell both of them what adjustment she would do for both teams, and that piqued John’s interests as she was awfully right, he was impressed by how well she read offense’s routes and how she was able to change from a 3-4 or 4-3 to a hybrid defense. He decided to give her a chance and hired her as his new defensive coordinator for the 141’s and established a very good partnership and friendship with her ever since.

Farah Karim (Intern Physical Therapy Student - Watergirl)

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Farah Karim is a university medical student who got an internship in his junior year of college to be the water girl and help around the New Hampshire  141s team. She comes from an immigrant family and is the pride and joy of her parents. She struggled so much in her younger years to pursue an education and get into a good college in the USA, she managed to get a scholarship due to her great school performance and was given the chance to work with a professional football team. She met Alex Keller after his rookie season and developed a close friendship with them that later turned into a romantic interest. She is grateful for his help and also supports him during games. Her classmates usually bug her by asking Farah to let them meet Alex or to set them up with him, which she dislikes very much.

(OC) Alyssa Martinez (Offensive Coordinator)

Aly was born in Mexico and moved to the USA thanks to a scholarship she received when she graduated from High School and moved to Texas to attend college. As soon as she graduated from Texas A&M holding a Bachelor of Science in Sport Management, she started working as an offensive coordinator at a local highschool. She then escalated to being an offensive coordinator for the College she attended. Aly managed to take the team to a College Bowl where she met 141s Head Coach John Price and became acquaintances after that game, they kept communication after that game, as Aly asked for suggestions for her playbook and she helped Price on suggesting him prospects for the upcoming draft selection and also players on free agency.  She was later hired by Price as his offensive coordinator and they began to have a low key romantic  relationship. She specializes in West Coast offense, having her team play the Air Coryell scheme. She suggested Price to draft Alex Keller as he was the perfect pocket passer that would fit their offense perfectly. She’s an avid Tom Brady fan.

(OC) Charlotte Le Jardin (Physical Therapist)

Originally from England, Jade was adopted by an American couple and moved with them to the United States at an early age. Her parents, Eli and Gracie, worked at Bravo Stadium, home of the 141s, and Jade became a constant presence on the sidelines. As time went by, the Bravo Stadium became her home. Jade started helping around the sidelines bringing water, towels, medical kits, and even helping out in the blue tent, all the while completing her college in biological science and doctor of physical therapy (DPT), and of course, licensing in Physical Therapy. When she got her license, her experience was already on par with the other physiotherapists since she had been jumping from senior to seniors, learning and practicing all she could. Kate Laswell who has been seeing Jade there since she was a teenager, hired Jade as one of the many physiotherapists for 141s, and with that came a fateful challenge: a newcomer Tight End with a torn ACL from his rugby days, who’s trying to get back to his top form in order to play in the NFL.

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PHEW so there you have it! If you've read it this far, oh my LORD me and Aly love you so much! This is a pretty severe brainrot that we had, so hope you like it!

And let's enjoy the 2024 NFL Season 🏈🏈🏈

Hope you like it! 🥰🥰

[hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform]

Kinktober 2024 Day Twelve

Edging

Alex Keller/Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

“Look at you,” Gaz cooed in Alex’s ear. “All pretty like this.”

His words mad Alex inhale sharply, and he was not at all comforted by Gaz’s hands stroking his sides. Gaz was meant to have his hands on Alex’s cock, for fucks sake.

“Easy, easy.” Gaz hushed him. “Let’s take a deep breath. In, and out.”

Alex grunted instead, lifting his head from Gaz’s shoulder and moving it as far away from Gaz’s stupid, hot mouth as he could, whilst staying sat between his legs. Gaz sighed at his refusal and hooked one of his legs up over Alex’s, dragging it to the side.

“You said, you’d be nice.” Alex grumbled, reaching down to try and push Gaz’s leg off him, as the denim scratched at his skin.

“If you’d do what you’re told.” Gaz poked his stomach. “So, deep breath, yeah? In… and out.”

Alex took the breath, feeling Gaz’s hands rest on his abs, stroking the defined muscles with his finger tips, before using that hand to keep Alex close to him as he lay down on the bed, settling Alex back on his, still clothed, chest. Alex’s face wrinkled, but he was unable to come up with another way to protest. He defeatedly dropped his head back onto Gaz’s shoulder, a thrill running through him when he felt it be rewarded by Gaz sliding his hand down, taking it back to Alex’s cock.

“That’s it. Relax, let me take care of everything.” Gaz murmured in his ear, brushing a finger up Alex’s cock. “How are you feeling?”

“Good.” Alex murmured back, his hands resting lax at his sides. Gaz was touching his cock again, but only barely. Alex shifted his hips, making his cock bob in front of Gaz’s fingers.

“Hmm… You sure? You seem to be moving an awful lot. You definitely comfy?” Gaz tutted, moving his hands to Alex’s hips, running his fingers over Alex’s skin until he stilled.

“Yeah. Sorry.” Alex apologised and settled, leaning back on Gaz, completely secure in his grip.

“That’s a good boy.” Gaz murmured.

“I’m not…” Alex protested, but it only made Gaz grin.

“Yeah, you are.” He tiptoed his fingers up over Alex’s hips, settling one hand back onto his abs as the other reached for his cock. He nudged Alex to make sure he was watching as he caught his bent knuckles against it. “You going to keep being good? Not cum until I say so?”

“Yes.” Alex replied as something in his brain finally submitted to his position, letting his body sag down into Gaz’s embrace.

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

Gaz grunted as he wrapped a finger and thumb around Alex’s cock, gently squeezing as he ran the ring up and down. “You really promise? Because this isn’t looking like it.”

Alex let out a stuttered breath, feeling like the sight of Gaz’s hand on his cock before him was going blurry. “No, I’ve got it. I can do it. Not gonna – going to cum until you say.”

“If you say so.” Gaz tutted, letting go of his cock, returning his hand to lying flat on Alex’s hip. “Are you going to tell me when you’re getting close?”

“You know what it’s like when I’m close…”

“Yes, but I want you to tell me. Can you…”

“Yes, I can.”

“Good boy.” Gaz praised again and wrapped his whole hand around Alex’s cock.

Alex’s head feel back limp on Gaz’s shoulder. His lips parted, letting his tongue dart between them, grazing against Gaz’s skin as Gaz cradled him into his neck, watching him closely. He took in Alex’s wide, unfocused eyes; how he blinked rapidly whenever a hushed breath escaped his lungs.

“Look at you…” Gaz mumbled. “Pathetic.”

“Not…” Alex tried to shake his head.

“Yes, you are. Look at you… Desperate from just the promise of my hand… you were close before I even touched you, weren’t you?”

“Yeah…” Alex admitted, not able to deny that there was precum mixing with the lube on his cock.

Gaz held his hand up, rubbing the sticky mix between his fingers. “Didn’t you say you were going to tell me?”

“I… I did.” Alex swallowed. “I’m sorry. I’ll tell you next time.”

“Next time?” Gaz replaced his hand on Alex’s dick. “You’re presuming a lot, for a pathetic guy like you.”

“I will, promise.” Alex gasped. “Like, I’m close now…”

“Better.” Gaz let go of his cock again, smiling when Alex whined. “Keep that up and I might start thinking you’ll actually wait until you’re told to.”

“I will.” Alex shifted again. “I will.”

“Okay.” Gaz started stroking him again, watching as Alex blinked again, trying to raise his head and look down to see the precum beading on the head of his cock again.

Gaz watched too, feeling Alex twitch as he slowed his stroked, waiting for Alex to say something between his huffed breaths.

He didn’t, so Gaz squeezed his cock and dropped it, wiping his hand off on the sheet.

“Hey.” He nudged Alex. “I think someone’s calling you.”

“Huh?” Alex struggled up, clarity coming back into his eyes. “But…”

“No buts. You didn’t say.”

“But… I lasted. Haven’t cum yet.”

“You think you get rewarded for the basics?” Gaz patted his hip and moved to push him up.

“Fuck… Predator, Gaz. Predator.”

“Okay. Okay.” Gaz immediately moved Alex back down, cradling his face in his hands. “We’re done.”

“Yeah.” Alex nodded, swallowing thickly. “Sorry.”

“Don’t. Not for that.”

Alex nodded. “I don’t think I’m in it today.”

“That’s okay.” Gaz rolled Alex out of his lap, letting him sit up as Alex stretched after being held down, shaking his head.

“Still wanna cum, though.”

“You want my help?” Gaz reached for tissues at the side of the bed, offering them to Alex as he wiped his eyes.

“No. I can take care of it.” Alex gently cupped his dick in his hand. “Wouldn’t say no to a kiss.”

Gaz nodded. “A kiss, and I’ll get you a cup of tea?”

Alex’s face wrinkled. “Coffee, rather.”

“Fine. A kiss and a coffee, for the tea hating heathen.”

Alex took his kiss. “Thanks.”

“Always.”

[gothghostiie]

thinking about any of the cod men making use of your sickly, feverish state while you have a cold. pinning you to the bed under his big frame, legs carefully laid over his shoulders while bullying his cock into your hole :( fat, swollen tip rubbing against your heat while you whimper and writhe slightly, cold sweat beading on your forehead. "shh.. just take this for me, yea?" he coos, feeling your hot forehead with the back of his hand. he chuckles, making a stupid joke, something about you being in heat, before starting to fuck into you. your whines are more pathetic than usual, everything feels so much more intense, his cock feels like its splitting you open:( yet all you can do is lay there and take it, orgasms being ripped from your weak body until you're barely able to stay awake :(

[captain-mj]

Price tracking down Vampire Alex to give him the shovel talk.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Alex left Gaz’s apartment the next morning. He made sure to leave before the sun rose since Gaz was going to be busy most of the day. They kissed goodbye and he was so tempted to pull him back into bed and ask him to stay but Gaz was human and needed to do things apparently.

Alex wasn’t entirely sure what things but things.

He went back to his own home, planning on sleeping most of the day away when he noticed a person in his chair, crossbow in hand.

Judging by the hat and the cigar, he knew it was Price. Several of his curtains had been opened just enough to make slivers of sunlight from the incoming dawn fall all over the floor, meaning he was a big disadvantage.

He regretted not dragging Gaz back in to bed. Hindsight is 20/20.

“Sit.” Price ordered. It wasn’t what he was expecting, but Alex grabbed one of the chairs not over a beam of light and pulled it into the dark, sitting down. 

“My kid, Garrick, you came from his apartment didn’t you?”

No point lying. “Yes. I did.”

“He still breathing?”

“Of course.” Alex looked at him, relaxing. Gaz’s blood still in his mouth. 

“Good.” Price readied the bolt, aiming it right through Alex’s chest. “I’m going to give you this speech once since I’m sure you won’t need me to repeat myself.”

“Understood, sir.” 

“You ever in the military?”

“Yeah, I’ve been in war.”

“Which one?”

Alex stared at him before just shaking his head. “Can’t remember the first anymore very much. It had been the Texas war against Mexico in the 1800′s.” He wasn’t even sure he knew what exactly it was about anymore. Memories stained with blood. He had been 18, desperate to prove himself. The biggest thing from that time he remembered was waking up in a ditch covered in blood with fangs in his mouth. “Left the US for a while after that and went to Britain. Then the whole World Wars started. Joined the war again. Thought the world was a better place without Nazi’s in them.”  

Price nodded. “You have a reputation, but you didn’t kill Gaz. Why?”

“He’s... interesting. And gorgeous. And...” He thought of him, his soft eyes. “I really like him.” 

“Alright. I’m not going to kill you.” Price let the crossbow down. “Yet. You’re going to continue... whatever you have going on with Gaz. It makes him happy, he’s better in the field and you aren’t killing anyone that I can tell. But one toe out of line. One boundary you cross. He comes to me with the smallest complaint.

“I’ll tie you to a pole outside and watch you burn to death in the sun.” 

“I have no intention of ever hurting Gaz, sir.” Alex promised. “But I’ll keep your threat in mind...”

“Good. That’s all I ask. Now, should I be expecting Gaz in today?”

“Might be a bit slow, but he’ll be there.”

Price nodded. “Go get some sleep. It’s getting late for you.” He stalked past him, crossbow firmly in his hand. 

Alex tensed as he passed them, Price’s hand coming to pat his shoulder. He smiled and Alex understood fear for the first time in decades.

“You have a nice day, sir.”

Price laughed. “At ease, son.” He left, the door shutting behind him.

Alex realized a problem. The curtains were still pulled and the sunlight now covered giant lines over the floor that he wouldn’t be able to cross over. 

Fuck. He was going to have to sleep in this stupid chair.

[xxmikeymurderxx]

So for my Sailor 141 au, I have three fully fleshed out relationships. Soapghost as TuxedoMoon, Pricegraves as Kunsite and Zoisite, and GazAlex as Naru and Nephrite

[http-paprika]

Roommates are sometimes absolute assholes. But not Alex Keller, Alex Keller would be a good damn roommate. You wouldn't have to worry about him arguing on the phone with someone at 1:00 AM when you have work early in the morning. You may just have to remind him to turn down his romcoms late at night.

That goes for Gaz as well, he'd honestly be the one getting onto me for leaving my dishes in the sink. He'd put you in your place so fast it would leave you awestruck and you'd end up washing his dishes out of confusion. The apartment? It would smell so nice in a natural way.

Soap.... Soap wouldn't intentionally be a bad roommate. But I have a feeling that he'd accidentally be loud late at night or early in the morning. He doesn't think about the fact that you're still nice in bed when he comes back from the gym and starts making a protein smoothie. After the first couple of times of you complaining tho, he'd switch to making them the day before.

And do you even actually have a roommate when it comes to Ghost? Yeah, he pays his share of rent and utilities but he's sighted less than the local cryptid. The one time you did seem to see him was at 3:00 AM when you went to go get water. You screamed so loudly that your neighbors thought someone had broken into your apartment.

Price isn't your roommate. He's your whole ass husband. The fridge and pantry are full of beers, meat and potatoes. After plenty of persuading he's finally agreed to stop smoking in the apartment, but the smell from his cigar still lingers a little.