#Gaz 24

[nikolamga]

[disgustingtwitches]

Kyle, that evil fucker, mirrors every reaction you make.

He's got your knees pushed back as far as they'll go, and as that gasp slips out of you, he's right there, copying it. He slides into you slow, whining just like you do, a smug chuckle slipping out while he presses his forehead to yours.

"Ah, ah-" His voice matches yours, mocking, his mouth twisting into a grin.

When you turn your head away, embarrassed, he grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense, brown eyes. He loves when you pout, his brow furrowing, mimicking your frustration with cruel precision.

"What's wrong? Want me to stop?" That grin stretches wide across his face when you shake your head desperately.

"No, no, no-" he mocks, voice high-pitched, laughing at the way you crumble under him.

But the second you clamp down on him in that way, he's all nods and hums, pleased, grinding into you until your legs shake. Then he's back at it, slamming into you again, panting just like you, throwing a mean laugh when you curse at him.

"Fuck me? Yeah, fuck me?" His voice is biting, playful, right before he sinks his teeth into your neck and pounds harder into the spot that makes everything go white.

He only gets serious when you're teetering on the edge. You're breathless, pleading, telling him exactly what you need, and he's listening, nodding like he's taking orders.

"Right here? Like that? C'mon, use your words."

And when you finally tip over, he's right there with you, pulling back just enough to mirror your face. Brows furrowed, jaw slack, breathless. Not to tease, but because the pleasure's consuming him too. Maybe even more.

//shout-out to @kyletogaz for the whole kyle mimicking thing that I haven't been able to get out of my head//

[temeyes]

soap, somewhere in the base: "CAPTAIN GARRICK IN THE HOUSE!!!"

[etclouie-masterlists]

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 kinktober masterlist

ཐི♡ཋྀ welcome to my first kinktober, i’m lowk really nervous for this, so be kind please. please read all the warnings posted on each fic, they're all listed, and if anythings missing lmk! all works are fem reader

ཐི♡ཋྀ prompts used from this post, full credit to them for all prompts used

ཐི♡ཋྀ all work on @etclouie and can be found under #ᯓ⭒ louie’s kinktober ’24 .ᐟ

ཐི♡ཋྀ candy divider used in each post is by @strangergraphics

go to main masterlist?

day one; overstimulation - Glenn Rhee

day two; praise kink - Alex Keller

day three; car sex - Abraham Ford

day four; creampie - Soap MacTavish

day five; begging - Shane Walsh

day six; cockwarming - Sirius Black

day seven; size kink - Simon Riley

day eight; jealousy - Rick Grimes

day nine; breeding kink - Oscar 'Spooky' Diaz

day ten; dirty talk - Shane Walsh

day eleven; choking - Negan Smith

day twelve; oral sex - Juice Ortiz

day thirteen; mirror sex - Soap MacTavish

day fourteen; thigh riding - Spencer Reid

day fifteen; first time - Chibs Telford

day sixteen; shower sex - Derek Morgan

day seventeen; office sex - Aaron Hotchner

day eighteen; late night sex - Jax Teller

day nineteen; outdoor sex - Daryl Dixon

day twenty; sugar daddy - John Price

day twenty-one; one night stand - James Potter

day twenty-two; sex on film - Kyle Garrick

day twenty-three; pillow talk - Jax Teller

day twenty-four; mask sex - Simon Riley

day twenty-five; uniform sex - Shane Walsh and Rick Grimes

day twenty-six; nudes - Chibs Telford

day twenty-seven; spanking - Negan Smith

day twenty-eight; early morning sex - Daryl Dixon

day twenty-nine; secret relationship sex - Merle Dixon

day thirty; handcuffs - Luke Alvez

day thirty-one; friends with benefits - Jax Teller

reblogs are highly appreciated !

[bunnysnared]

I FINISHEDDDD!!! its just the chibi lineup [i plan to do a regular full body one and many other short comics etc!] but its the easiest way for me to finalize their designs out!!

this au is my passion project my life's work my blood my thrumming heartbeat LOL i have all the lore worked out, it lives in my mind rent-free 24/7.. i am happy 2 finally share my designs ‧º·( ˃̣̣̥ω˂̣̣̥)⸝♡

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 24 - Somnophilia

Gaz x Reader - 1.6k

summary: Gaz has been infatuated with the pretty girl in his apartment building for weeks now, but he forces himself not to rush her into a relationship. At night, he comforts himself when she can't be scared off so easily. (Gaz POV)

cw: light somno (no penetration or oral), creepy stalker gaz

Gaz is careful with where he walks, avoiding all the floorboards that creak at even the slightest hint of pressure. He’s walked these exact steps more times than he can count, knows exactly how much pressure he can step with, knows exactly where to put his foot so that you won’t hear him.

It had taken a few tries, when you’d first moved in. Luckily Gaz has always been good at disappearing when he needs to, and he’d been plenty good at sinking into the shadows to watch you tiptoe around your apartment, trying to convince yourself you were only hearing things. 

His movements now are quick and confident, having done this so many times in a row without even a peep from you that he knows there’s no chance you’ll wake up.

Your door is silent as he slowly pushes it open - he’d had to oil the hinges himself once he figured out that it would squeak no matter how slowly he moved it - a hint of light flooding your room from around the edges of your drawn blinds. 

His breath catches when he sees you in bed, your body naked except for the cute pair of unflattering granny panties. You’re spread out like a starfish on your stomach, taking up as much room as possible and snoring just loudly enough that he can hear you from the doorway.

He can’t help the way he smiles, heart warming at the sight of you. Soft and exhausted, just waiting for him to devour. He can practically see himself inching forward, tucking his fingers into the only fabric hiding you from him and slowly tugging it off, showing you with his mouth just how pretty he finds every bit of your skin.

He rocks forward on his toes a bit, stops, and forces himself to take a breath. Not yet, he tells himself. Someday, but not yet. 

One of your feet kicks out to the side a bit, spreading your thighs more. He can see the outline of your lips through the fabric of your panties, just slightly damp at the gusset. Gaz licks his lips, swallows, forces himself to get a fucking grip instead of diving face-first between your legs. 

He clenches and unclenches his hands a few times at his side, forcing himself to take deep breaths until the tug in his chest feels at least bearable. 

Gaz pulls his gaze away from your enticing form, scanning the floor and immediately moving to grab the pair of lacy red briefs thrown sloppily only a foot or so away from your laundry hamper. When he picks them up, he can feel the slight dampness in the middle and nearly groans aloud, palming himself over his sweatpants.

He feels almost drunk when he holds the panties close to his face, breathing in as deeply as he can without heaving loudly enough to risk waking you. He rubs his hand over his cock in his pants, rocking his hips lightly to stroke the pleasure beginning to burn in his gut. 

He holds himself there for a few long moments, making sure he’s fully hard and that he can’t smell or taste anything but you and your cunt. The underwear are twice as wet as they were when he picked them up by the time he’s done, but the lingering feel of you on his tongue keeps him from feeling too bad. 

He tucks them into his pocket and drops the clean pair he’d brought onto the floor in their place, already thinking about how long he’d be able to keep this pair before you’d start looking for them again. 

He steps on his toes as he creeps closer to your bed, even knowing you’re not a light sleeper. This is his favorite part of the night by far, and he doesn’t want to risk waking you up and losing it for who knows how long.

He eases his weight onto your bed bit by bit, movements slow and patient. He’s done this enough times that he knows just the precise amount of pressure he can use before things start to go wrong, but that doesn’t stop his heart from kicking up a few beats faster every time he gets this close.

Truly, this is the hardest part, when he settes himself over your body. Hovering just a few inches above you, your sweet little face all soft and sleepy beneath him, pretty lips just inches away. He can’t think of a single vice as tempting as the sight of you beneath him, vulnerable and easy.

“Hi, love,” Gaz breathes, soft as a whisper, watching entranced as your hair flutters from his breath. He shudders a bit when you shift in response, careful to keep himself from touching. “You look pretty tonight.”

He scolds himself a bit, mentally. You always look pretty, and he’d never want to imply otherwise. That’s what these practice conversations are for though - test drives to make sure he won’t mess up like that when you'll remember it.

“Sorry, sorry,” he whispers, eyes closing as his cock throbs, fighting the urge to press himself against you until he can taste relief. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, ‘course. Just extra pretty tonight, yeah?”

He can taste your breath. He holds himself up on one hand just long enough to tuck your hair behind an ear, fingertips barely brushing the shell. His breathing only grows heavier when he watches a trail of goosebumps travel down your shoulder, all from him. 

“I’ll be quick tonight,” he promises, carefully shifting himself away from your body, as much as it kills him. He settles flat on his stomach beside you, laying his arm slowly across your shoulder so your unconscious mind doesn’t register the new pressure. “Had a hard day, love, just need some relief. You get it, yeah?”

You don’t respond, but Gaz doesn’t mind. He settles his face on the pillow beside yours, one hand wrapped loosely around your shoulder and the other braced on the bed so he can properly move himself. 

He starts off slow, just barely pressing himself against the bed so he doesn’t move it too much. He grits his teeth against the feeling of his sweatpants rubbing against his cock, but bears it for now. Someday he’ll tug his pants down, paint your skin with his cum, but for now he’s not even willing to risk staining your bed.

Someday, Gaz promises himself, humping just a bit faster. Admittedly he feels a bit pathetic, laying beside his girl and fucking the matress instead of her, but he knows you’re not ready for him quite yet. He’s working on it - you can make eye contact with him now when he corners you in the hallway, and his heart warms at just the thought of it, cock kicking where it’s pressed into the mattress. 

His eyes flutter just a bit at the memory of your eyes, wide open and looking right at him with that beautiful mix of apprehension and curiosity. You look so much more peaceful now, asleep, with no stress furrowing your brow or twisting your lips. He can’t wait until you look like this even when you’re awake.

His breathing becomes heavier the closer he gets, the more he grinds himself into the mattress to the thought of you. He’s on the edge already, even from just this.

“Told you,” Gaz gasps, face twisting from the shocks of pleasure. “Don’t worry, love, I’ll last longer next time, promise.”

He has to fight to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head when he comes, the uncomfortable feeling of stickiness in his pants not dulling the pleasure one bit. He has to focus to keep his grip on you light, not wanting to jar you and accidentally wake you up when he’s a bit blinded by his orgasm. 

He digs his teeth into the pillow beneath his head to keep from moaning as he grinds into the bed a few more times, riding his high for as long as he can with the feel of your skin beneath his, your warm breath puffing across his cheekbone.

“Fuck,” he hisses, trying to catch his breath when the final wave has finally passed over him, leaving him with just warm spunk in his pants and his heart beating so fast that it nearly drowns out your little noises. “Fuck, love.”

He relaxes into your bed, boneless and wrung dry for now. Eye half-lidded, Gaz watches as you shift a bit in your sleep, turning to face him a bit more fully. His heart warms in his chest, a smile breaking out on his face as you unconsciously try to get closer to him without even realizing. 

He’ll have to leave in a few minutes, pick himself off the bed and creep out just as quietly as he can. There’s always the chance that you’ll wake up in the middle of the night and Gaz’s not so insane to think you’d react positively to seeing him in your bed even with all the progress the two of you have made. 

But for now he luxuriates in the sight of you so trusting and soft. You’re not quite in his arms, but he can feel your skin under his fingertips, and he can count your breaths, and for now, that’s enough. 

He shifts a bit to face you, wincing at the feel of his cock dragging through his own mess. “The things I do for you, love,” he teases, moving forward until he can feel your breaths against his lips. 

“It’s alright,” he reassures, stroking his thumb over your cheekbone. “You’re worth it.”

[nouns-are-bad]

Gaz being the pretty boy of the 141 but also the “gets super dirty all the time even when theres no dirt around” kinda guy.

Like yeah, hes pretty when he cleans up, but that man loves getting rough and tough in the dirt, pulling soap along with him to play fight in the mud and dust.

Give me pretty boy gaz who also likes getting dirty and needs to be hosed down afterwards!!!

[springtyme]

gaz! anything with gaz pleeaseee

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 ♡

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x reader || Main masterlist || Kyle playlist

summary: You and Kyle share a quiet moment and a talk about places.

word count: 834

𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞: 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟏) 𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬

The rain taps softly against the window, a persistent rhythm that fills the quiet corners of the flat. You sink deeper into the sofa, a soft blanket draped over your legs, the familiar scent of bergamot lingering in the air. It’s one of those perfect evenings when the world feels like it slows down, just for you. 

Across the room, Kyle leans against the kitchen counter, his silhouette framed by the soft light of the overhead lamp. He stirs milk into a steaming mug of earl grey, stealing occasional glances your way, a smile   playing on his lips.

“Want another cuppa?” Kyle asks, his voice breaking the comforting silence. He doesn’t need to ask; you love your tea, and he always makes it just right.

“Only if you’re making it,” you tease, wrapping the blanket tighter around yourself.

He chuckles, the sound warm and rich, sending a rush of comfort through you. He moves to the sofa, holding the mug out to you, the steam curling up into the air. “Here you go.”

You accept the mug with a grateful smile, your fingers brushing against his. “Thanks, love. You spoil me.”

Kyle settles beside you, the sofa shifting slightly under his weight. He is always gentle, careful not to invade your personal space too much, but you love the way he leans closer, the warmth radiating from him as if it’s a protective shield against the world outside.

“Only the best for you,” he says, his voice low and sincere. “You deserve it.”

You take a sip of the tea, savouring the way it warms you from the inside. You glance at him, noticing how the flickering light highlights the contours of his jaw and the faint scar above his eyebrow—a reminder of battles fought and won, but here, in this moment, he is just Kyle. Your Kyle.

“Let’s just stay here for a bit,” you suggest, your legs stretched out, and one foot finds its way to his side. “I like it like this.”

“Me too,” he replies, his gaze softening as you shift to be nearer to him, he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in closer. You lean against him, resting your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady beat of his heart.

You sit in comfortable silence, occasionally stealing glances out the window at the rain-soaked street below. The city is alive, but here, in this little cocoon of warmth, it feels like you are in your own world.

“Do you ever think about what we’d do if we had the time?” he asks, breaking the stillness. “You know, if I wasn’t gone so much?”

You pause, the question hanging in the air like the delicate steam from your mug. The rain continues its soft melody, providing a backdrop to the deeper conversation you both know is coming.

You take a moment to consider his words, feeling a mix of hope and longing swirl within you. The thought of more time together is enticing, a dream you can’t help but entertain. “I do,” you admit quietly, letting the warmth of his body seep into your thoughts. “I think about all the places we’d go, the things we’d see.”

Kyle tilts his head slightly, eyes narrowing in concentration as he processes your response. “Yeah? Where would we go?”

“You know… places.” 

“Places?” He raises a brow, a curious smile tugging at his lips

“Yeah, places.” You turn your head to look at him, a soft smile playing on your lips. You can dream and fantasise all you want about Kyle never leaving for deployment again, about never again having to worry about him not coming home, but that is just not your reality, and that is okay, you’ve come to terms with it.

Kyle seems to understand the unspoken weight of your words. His expression shifts, a flicker of understanding mixed with sadness washing over him. He leans in closer, his forehead nearly touching yours. “You know we’ll get there one day, right?”

You nod slowly. “I know. We will go places.”

“Mm, places,” he hums, tightening his hold on you a little as he plants a soft kiss at the top of your head.  

The quiet of the moment envelops you, and you close your eyes, letting the sound of the rain and the warmth of Kyle soothe your mind. In this little flat in London, with the man you care for by your side, you feel at peace.

Being together like this is worth everything, and no matter what challenges await you outside, you know that as long as you have moments like these, you can face anything.

“Promise me we’ll always find time for this,” you murmur against his shoulder, warmth flooding your heart.

“I promise,” he replies, his grip around you tightening just a fraction. “Always.”

And as you both sink deeper into the blanket of each other, you know that whatever the future holds, there is no one else you’d rather share it with.

[consciouscarrot]

day 23 - semi-public [g.g.garrick]

kyle “gaz” garrick x fem!reader

content warnings; fucking in an alleyway, p in v, almost caught (by a stranger)

notes; i use shh too much in my writing

kinktober/flufftober masterlist

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“oh fuck, kyle,”

“shh, i know, baby,”

you’d been teasing kyle all evening, from “accidentally” flashing him right before you’d had to leave, to sliding your hand just a little too far up his thigh when you were sat in the pub. it had gotten to the point where even johnny was giving him concerned looks, going as far as asking if he was okay after his breath had hitched suddenly, adjusting his trousers to try and hide the way his cock had chubbed up under your touch.

eventually reaching his limit, he’d dragged you outside, pulling you into a nearby alleyway before pushing you against the wall, mouth moving against yours, devouring you as his fingers encased your neck, gentle pressure against the sides.

you squealed when he lifted you up, legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he pulled your thoroughly soaked underwear to the side, pulling out his cock to rub the tip against your dripping slit, slowly pushing in to your tight heat, letting out a low groan against your lips.

his thick cock near split you open, cunt pulsing to try and accommodate him, head tossing back with a muffled moan, hand covering your mouth as a poor attempt of staying undiscovered.

“gotta keep quiet, dollface. don’t want one of the boys seeing y’like this, do ya?”

“no, just you, only you,”

his hand gripped at your ass for leverage, face buried in the juncture of your neck, panting and gasping into the damp skin, balls slapping against the fat of your ass.

your eyes watered at the overwhelming feeling of him pounding his hips into you, mixed with the curly, wiry hairs above his dick brushing against your pearl with each thrust, whining quietly into the dark alley.

you both stilled when a man came round the corner, only a couple of meters away. the dark lighting just about covered you, but you met kyle’s gaze with wide eyes, palm still covering your mouth, his dick still fully bottomed out in you.

the man stumbled around, before unzipping his fly and taking a leak, piss splattering on the ground as he muttered to himself. you struggled to hold in your laugh, both from the absurdity of the situation and some of the words that came from his mouth.

finally letting out your giggles when the man left, kyle chuckled with you and sighed a breath of relief, moaning at the way you clenched down on his length with each laugh. he was unable to help himself and quickly resumed his movements, too caught up in the feel of you to laugh at the way you whimpered in surprise, fingers clutching at his shirt.

“m’close, can’t hold back much longer,” he warned, hips stuttering against yours.

just about managing to gasp out a little ‘me too’, your legs shook as you gripped desperately at him, pleasure almost too much to bare. loud moans filtered through your palm as skilled fingertips swirled figure eights on your clit, you sloppily rolled your hips back against his, meeting his thrusts.

“come on, baby, wanna feel ya cumming round my cock. let go f’me,”

brain short circuiting, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, electrifying pleasure washing over you as you came together, your pulsing cunt filled with the pearly cum spurting from his tip.

you went slack in his arms, foreheads pressed together as your chests heaved from exertion, watching each other with half-lidded eyes.

he carefully placed you down, pulling your underwear and skirt back in place before putting his cock away. he kept you close to him, peppering kisses on whatever bare skin he could find as you readjusted yourself, stroking over the wild tendrils of your hair.

“was that okay, sweet girl?”

“eh, mediocre at best,” you winked, turning to go back into the pub with wobbly legs and his cum dripping down your thigh.

he followed after you, snorting when you nearly fell over as your legs gave out, “y’cheeky little shit.”

[lahmajun]

CEPHALOPOD YAOYURI !!!!!!!!! GAY INKFISH IN YOUR AREA !!!!!!! happy 3/8/24

[image description: a digital drawing in a cartoony chibi style of 8 and captain 3 holding hands in front of a striped peach colored background. 8 looks happy while 3 is blushing and seems embarrassed. White text above them reads "3/8/24" /end id]

[etclouie]

kinktober day twenty two - sex on film

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: filming a little something with your boyfriend so he can watch it on his next deployment (Kyle Garrick x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie (for the purposes of the sextape), sex on camera, kyle calls reader a good girl, established relationship, probably poorly written(so excuse any mistakes), uhm that’s it im pretty sure??

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 868

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: also need more gaz in my life

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Kyle had come to you with the idea one night, a meek suggestion that he thought wouldn’t go any further than that. 

but with your agreement and eagerness towards it, there was a certain warmth bubbling in his stomach. 

a mix of his want for you, and a pride that you wanted to do this with him; to let him capture something so intimate on film. 

instead of using his phone to record, Kyle wanted to buy an actual camera. 

a camera for the sole use of filming the both of you having sex so he could watch it when he was away on deployment. 

so now, now it was in use. 

the camera was propped up on the nightstand, the screen flipped out so he could watch to make sure you were both in frame. 

Kyle had you on your hands and knees, ass up to show the camera the arch of your back as he plowed into you. 

your head against the pillows and towards the camera, eyes glossy as you watched the way he thrusted into you. 

the sound of his hips slapping against yours filled the otherwise quiet bedroom, bar your moans and his teasing jeers. 

“c’mon love, look so pretty for me”

his words hardly registered in your mind, all focus of each drag of his cock against your walls. the feeling of him consuming every thought you managed to make. 

glancing back at him through now hooded eyes, stomach fluttering as he pushed you closer to your climax. the coil tightening in your belly as his hips continued, thrusts punctual and all giving. 

“oh i know baby, you gon’ cum real pretty for me? for the camera?”

moaning lewdly at the idea, cunt fluttering around him and causing him to groan in your ear. lips soft as they pressed kisses across your shoulder, and as far down your spine as he could; eliciting a shiver at the feeling of him. 

his thrusts picked up their face, hurtling you further into the mattress and pillows. face smushed into the pillows and your mouth hung open as moans spilled freely, teetering on the edge of bliss. 

all of Kyle’s moves were the same as usual, same timed thrusts and the same rough hands tugging your hips back to him— but his words were played up for the camera. 

“have at it baby, i’ve got you”

he kissed at your shoulder again, his body blanketing yours and his eyes focused on the camera as he did so. 

your walls spasmed around him, pulling a guttural groan from deep in his chest. the sudden constriction around him had his thrusts falter, hips stuttering and the head of his cock hitting that one spot that had you tipping over the edge. 

vision whiting at the velocity of your climax, walls tight around him and whines drawing from your lips. your release hitting hard, and coating his cock. 

“there we go, my good girl”

humming at the praise, head tilting to the side in an attempt to kiss him. hearing his warm chuckle before his lips were pressing to yours, the kiss too short for either of your own likings. 

his hips continued to rut into you, now chasing his own climax. 

he could feel himself teetering closer and closer, your walls keeping tight around him with every drag of his hips. a ring of your release circling his cock at the base, the sight making him groan before he was reaching over to the nightstand for the camera.

one hand holding your waist to keep you in place, while the other held the camera. the lens now pointed solely at you, your ass in frame and the small shot of his cock slipping in and out of your warmth. 

“that’s it baby, taking me so good”

his words of praise fell at the same time as he did, his hips stuttering before he filled you with his cum. 

his cock throbbing in your warmth while he stilled behind you, the camera still pointed at you as he reluctantly pulled out after a minute. 

both of you whining at the sudden emptiness, the only remnants of him spilling from your warmth. 

one big hand spreading you for the cameras view, his cum slowly leaking from your cunt on show. 

Kyle sat on his knees mesmerised for a minute, solely watching the way he leaked out of you. making sure the camera caught every drop that spilled, until he deemed too much of his release had left your cunt. 

two of his thick fingers came into frame, wiping the drops of his cum from your thigh and pushing his fingers into your cunt. keeping the remainder of his seed from spilling out. 

“gotta keep you nice and full love”

he told, your body pliant and sated under him. a sheen of sweat coating your body as you lay happily against the bed, dopey grin across your face. 

watching through hooded eyes as he shut off the camera after giving a pan over of your body and face before tossing it onto the nightstand, leaning in to capture your lips with his once more. 

“gonna watch that whenever i can”

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[whatev-i-guess]

Gaz: How do you always know when Ghost is having a bad day?

Soap: It's the little details you have to observe. His eyes have an empty stare.

Gaz: They always do...

Soap: His jaw is clenched tightly under his balaclava.

Gaz: It always is?

Soap: And he doesn't talk much.

Gaz: Are you shitting me right now?

Soap: No, it's subtle changes, but they are there.

Gaz: Will never understand it. Well, I'm glad he has you now.

Soap smiles: I'm glad to be with him.

[erinfern0]

day 01 — voice kink

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Gaz loves it when you're vocal in the bedroom. That little squeak you make when he wakes you up, peppering little kisses over your neck. He gets hard every time you use that sweet voice of yours to tell him how much you like his mouth on you. Goes feral for those cute little moans, when he spreads your walls open with his fingers. That gasp when he enters you for the first time in the morning makes him smile proudly, that mischievous glint in his eyes as he hugs you by your waist, pulling you closer to him. He gets annoyed when you cover your lips, silencing that angelic voice of yours. That desperate groan that leaves your throat when he flips you over, pinning your hands beside your head to stop you from doing it, watching your eyes roll back. The whines that escape your gorgeous lips when he pounds into you, making sure to coax more sounds out of you. He gets more vocal when you climax, your slick walls clenching around him so tightly on repeat to try milking him. Kyle doesn't give up, holding back just to hear your sweet sobs when you become overstimulated after your third orgasm just in the morning. He keeps grunting above you as you cum for the last time, your poor little hole swollen and slick with release while you scream out in frustration. That last little plea, “Too much, Kyle...” all teary-eyed and exhausted, so hoarse from constantly using your voice, makes him crumble. He rests on top of you, spilling into you with a soft groan, his body shaking almost as much as yours, while you let out a pleased sigh. His mind is filled with the memory of all those beautiful sounds he can pull out of you just to try to repeat the cycle at night.

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[anon-by-design]

there are bets on when they'll realize

[temeyes]

lato-lato (audio may be a bit loud btw!!)

[fanficsforheartandsoul]

Swiss!Reader: Neutral

Soap: NO! We decided to watch Highschool Musical 2!

Gaz: Let's just vote again.

Soap: But we already vot- ughhh, okay fine! Let's go! Vote, Highschool Musical 2 or Back to the Future??

König, Gaz and Price: Back to the future.

Horangi: Sorry but Highschool Musical is literally the only correct answer.

Soap: You get me! Ghost? What about you?

Ghost, sitting in the corner: ...

Ghost: Highschool Musical.

Soap: I knew you'd say that.

Gaz: Well it's 3v3 now. Y/N... you decide.

Reader: I'm neutral. Just watch whatever.

Soap: Come on... You're really milking it at this point.

[later in the evening]

Reader, laying on their bed, sniffling: Wieso hat er das gesagt? Like why??

König, trying to comfort Reader: Er hat das nicht so gemeint...

Gaz: But for real you're staying neutral a bit too often.

Reader, bawling: You know I have a crippling fear of decision making and taking sides, stop reminding me!!

König: D: