#Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

[springsylph]

[mdni]

brain. is dry heaving. hnngh. victorian era reader as the lady of a house on the brink of ruin after a disastrous engagement between herself and a young lord. spreads a nasty rumor that you’ve got a hot temper—you’d do better as a mistress than a wife.

which is untrue, of course. you’ve been dreaming of your happy ending since your mouth had the strength to sound out the words. but new money tends to topple quickly these days, and your last shot at the salvation of your family line hinges on your success as a governess.

enter, kyle garrick. a widower of good repute. wealthy, too, but seldom seen in high society since the passing of his first wife.

by the time you reach the front gate of his sprawling manor, you’ve been turned away from just about every estate you’d managed to scribble down onto a piece of scrap paper. hardly from lack of qualification—no, the tendrils of your former fiancé merely stretch much farther and much wider than you’d anticipated.

which is why you’re a bit taken aback when you’re led to the drawing room with a smile and a slender hand pressed to the small of your back. it’s too good to be true when he takes one look at you before drawing up a contract. a little strange, but you’re hardly in a position to be picky.

when you inquire about your living quarters, the very idea of you living anywhere else seems to be an insult. he won’t have it, he won’t. you deserve the best money can buy.

the very thought makes you tear up. throat sticky, head tight, you thank him. over, and over, and over.

it’s only after the emotions subside that you think to ask about the age of your soon-to-be charge. you don’t recall seeing any nannies on your way in, and the hallways are strangely quiet.

you nearly faint when he tells you that if you’re in a rush, the two of you can resolve that issue now.

(next time, you’ll remember to read the fine print.)

[pricesugarwife]

No sé. Esto es pura autoindulgencia. Y quizás me estoy proyectando en el triángulo amoroso que tenemos Price, @the-californicationist y yo. Va para ti, bebé. Espero que te guste.

Otra noche calurosa de Texas. Otra ocasión donde el 141 aprovechaba el tiempo de relevo y se reunían, con un poco de resistencia por parte de un críptico Ghost, para hablar sobre cualquier tarea mundana que estuvieran haciendo en su tiempo de inactividad. Otra ronda de cervezas que Soap invitaba, mientras escuchaba las divertidas anécdotas de Cali y su Capitán, intentando adaptarse a la caótica sociedad estadounidense. 

Si alguien le hubiese dicho a John MacTavish hacía unos años atrás que viviría para ver como su Capitán se enamoraba de una dulce mujer texana, establecía su residencia permanente en U.S y los invitaba durante el verano para compartir en su rancho, probablemente se hubiera reído en la cara de esa persona. Pero aquí estaba, tomando un trago de la cerveza artesanal mientras algo parecido a Blake Shelton (si su precario oído musical no le fallaba) sonaba por los altavoces y escuchaba la estridente risa de Cali cuando Price decía otro de sus espantosos chistes de papá. 

Pero oh, todos volteaban la mirada cuando la mujer estampaba sus carnosos labios rojos contra la boca de su capitán y fingían hacer un recorrido rápido por el destartalado bar destinado a albergar vaqueros, o cualquier aficionado a la música country de mediana edad. Solo que, en uno de esos escaneos rápidos a la barra de madera donde el bartender se movía con velocidad para servir a la masa de hombres con camisas de cuadros, sus ojos azules captaron un exuberante culo forrado en unos jeans acampanados, acompañados de una cabellera negra que llegaba a las caderas. 

Embelesado por sus curvas, los jugosos labios pintados de rojo y la forma en cómo su camiseta sin mangas hacía resaltar sus tetas alegres, el sargento consideró en acercarse a coquetear un poco, quizás con la esperanza de llevarse esa dulce cosita a casa para aprovechar al máximo este viaje a norteamérica. Un pensamiento que se podía leer fácilmente en los ojos depredadores del escosés, mientras Ghost amamantaba su whisky con un semblante áspero y enojado detrás de su pasamontañas, pero tanta era el hambre de Johnny que ni siquiera se volteó a mirarlo. 

Cuando la mujer se volteó completamente, vistiendo una divertida camiseta que decía: “I LOVE DILF”, le hizo soltar una risa baja que atrajo la atención de todo el grupo que hasta el momento había ignorado el desarrollo de los acontecimientos. 

“¿Una víctima más, MacTavish?” preguntó Gaz, deteniendo sus ojos chocolates en el atractivo que su compañero había visto primero, unas buenas tetas que se movían cuando la mujer cantaba el coro de la canción. 

“No me digas que esa bonnie no se ve lo suficientemente bueno como para comer” respondió el mencionado, haciendo que Cali rodara los ojos y bufó, acostumbrada a que el escosés hiciera comentarios como esos, pensando que las mujeres son un trozo de carne

“Manténlo en tus pantalones, sargento. O al menos no nos des un espectáculo delante de todos” señaló el Capitán, que hasta ese instante se había mantenido en silencio, sin prestarle mucha atención a lo que estaba sucediendo porque la maldita falda que vestía su mujer lo estaba poniendo duro en sus jeans. 

Sin contestar el comentario hosco de su Capitán, Johnny hizo su movimiento para seducir a la dulce cosita que no dejaba de observarlos mientras remojaba sus labios con lo que parecía ser una sangría. 

“¿Cuánto apuestas a que ella lo manda al diablo?” bromeó Gaz, bebiendo el último trago de su cerveza y miró a Ghost, quien simplemente se encogió de hombros para acto seguido bufar cuando se dio cuenta que Johnny estaba abordando, de una manera tal vez demasiado encantadora. 

Por el lenguaje corporal de la mujer, parecía estar interesada en los avances del escosés, que sonreía como un lobo deseando encajar los dientes en la carne de un delicado corderito. Aunque había una leve espinita que no convencía a John, había algo misterioso en esa mujer que lo mantenía atento a la escena, al igual que Ghost, quien intentaba enfocarse en el juego que transmitían el destartalado televisor en la esquina del bar. 

“Ella no parece estar muy convencida, pero tampoco lo rechaza del todo” respondió Price, hablándole a Kyle que estaba dispuesto a arrancarle unos billetes a cualquiera de sus compañeros para demostrar que sabía en cuánto tiempo podían sacudir a Johnny. 

No transcurrió mucho tiempo para que Soap regresara a la mesa con semblante derrotado,  mientras la mujer sonreía alegremente y le enviaba un saludo al resto del grupo que yacían confundidos al otro lado del establecimiento, porque minutos antes habían visto cómo ella le escribía algo en una servilleta con un lápiz labial, impregnando la marca de sus labios en el mismo papel. Pero antes de que Cali pudiese interrogar a Johnny, todos captaron como la fémina le lanzaba una beso y hacía un gesto con las manos de “llámame”. 

“Parece que no habrá un polvo para mí. Pero ustedes tienen a alguien por si quieren hacer un trío, o tener una relación poliamorosa” les informó el hombre, poniendo la servilleta en la mano delante de su Capitán, quien rápidamente se sonrojó hasta las orejas y el cuello. 

“¿Qué?” cuestionó Cali sin aliento, mirando la servilleta que tenía el número de la mujer. 

“Como lo escuchaste, dijo que está interesada en la rubia caliente de grandes tetas y el hombre barbudo que no ha dejado de manosearla desde que llegaron” Soap insistió, alzando las cejas cuando soltó esa línea de barbaridades que en otro momento de su vida tendrían a Cali agarrando el rosario de su abuela contra su pecho.

“Wow, sí que fue directo al grano” se rió Garrick, conteniéndose para no soltar la carcajada que le había provocado la hilarante situación. 

“No sé si sentirme halagado u ofendido” soltó Price, rascándose la nuca y mirando de reojo a su mujer que no había dejado de sonrojarse desde la primera respuesta de Johnny. 

[mikichko]

kyle ‘gaz’ garrick whose daughter, bun, decides that her signature animal to be obsessed about is: frogs.

she has a froggy bath towel, slippers, covers, stuffie. all in different colors too because the first thing she learned was that frogs exist in so many colors. her room is painted green because a lot of frog habitats are green. though not the exact pastel green shade of green that kyle lets her pick out.

ghost lets her draw little frogs on his face with eyeblack. soap takes her to the aquarium so that they can see the new south american frog exhibit. price sits with her and together they read frog and toad. she makes sure to remind him its not totally real because that not how frogs walk, but they are all very good friends

[yuniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie]

Safe

c.w : mentions of reader being in a shelter, gaz taking in reader, plot does not follow mw2/mw3 entirely, no uses of y/n. Only (Name) or petnames + ‘You’. Mentions of loss (parents death) + bad staff at shelter.

NOT EVERYTHING IN THIS FIC IS ACCURATE)) hcs

Gn! Preteen! Reader + Gaz

(Some facts in this au/ fic arent canon! If i made any mistakes like /gaz’ age/ do tell me.)▪️▪️

sumry. : pre teen! reader is taken in by gaz after he gets back from a mission he finds reader in a shelter. After being taken back home with gaz, gaz’s family didn’t seem to get along with you.

- The loss of your parents caused you to be sent into a shelter.

- You barely ever felt safe in there, the nightmare and flashing images of your last moments with your parents haunted you every night.

- You woke up screaming, every night you felt drenched in sweat. You weren’t able to go to bed without having flashbacks. - To this day you still remembered how the house burned down.

- And took your parents down with it. Left no trace of them. No one can blame you, you were only a child. By the time you figured out how to call the fire fighters it was already too late.

- Feeling frozen in place as you watched them announce. Your parents were gone. It happened so long ago. You barely had time with them,

- The only memory you ever had of your parents was a notebook you’d had been given by them. It had their signature inside along with pictures. There was a memory book you recovered. But it wasnt good quality.

- Your parents were around for long. By their time not all cameras were the best. - Taken into the shelter at a young age you never had anyone. The staff treated you like crap. The children your age there, for so many years

- Everyone got taken in or adopted. You weren’t. You got sick of it. Constantly kids shoved you around, constantly, staff barely fed you.

- But one thing that was even worse, this shelter was near a field. The field was stuck around for a very long time.

- It used to belong to farmers. It was a very open one but now it was used for military. It was used as a spot for training or anything really.

- One man in particular saw you.

The shelter had a routine for everyday. One weekends, at sometimes thursday night. Children would be allowed to do activities out. You never really participated. You were closed off and reserved. Everyone there was just not overall good people. You were rather watching the soldiers train, you always noticed one man though. He seemed to have seen you from afar.

- Gaz. You knew him as. Gaz, but you always called him the big man. Since he was tall,

- One time running around outside the shelter’s playground. You had felt a shove when you scraped a little bit of your knee. He was the one who reported to the staff if they can check in on you

- So far to run off mid way through training a few times to immediately make his way towards you. He somehow saw himself in you. Quiet, reserved.

- His own captain always told him he was quiet. But you were so sad all the time it broke his heart.

- He was a soft man at heart but really had to be tough, when he got to know you. He had seemed to come across a store one day while on a mission nearby. Or had it seemed they took a stop.

- He’d asked to step in since he quickly payed, he bought a treat.

- When he came to the shelter he took a knee and cooed for you to take it. You thanked him but he suddenly just hugged you. He was tearing up.

- He hated seeing how fearful and unsafe you seemed. How you werent given treats.

- So many things were happening. He got to know you day by day. If they were on a break he always came to see you. Because he wouldn’t forget how you even got him something back. It was a drawing. Of the field.

- He still had it in his breast pocket,

- But really, he had enough of seeing this

What had you done to deserve this. One time he had stepped into the office, when he talked with the staff about you. He got to know about the shelter and what it was like, he saw your file. How could a innocent kid

Be mistreated?

- He took you in one day. He had introduced you to his own home where he lived. But his father really made this a problem, his father constantly asked Gaz if he was same for bringing you in here.

- You got to know Gaz though. You were kept in his room, he told you could sleep in his bed, he didn’t mind sleeping on the floor since he was in harsher conditions anyways.

He’d been used to it.

- But he finally figured what troubled you.

- ‘Why didn’t you tell me, (Name)?’

- The nightmares. When you woke up crying he was almost instantly there. Crushing you in a hug he didn’t realize how hard he held you.

- ‘Are you okay, kid?’ He’d brush your hair away. Wiping any stray tears.

- His hand ran up your shoulder. Patting it a little before he pulled you to rest on him. You were like a scared animal.

- He held you so tight. He felt your tears wet his t shirt. You hit him out of panic but he only took the blows,

- Since that night he’d tried his best to help you relax. He told you what to do if he was gone while you had these nightmares.

- Alot of times he had to keep you only in his room since his father didnt like you. Nor did his brothers do. But he only told them to f off since you were almost his kid now and they’d need to accept it.

- When you were sick back at the shelter you were often just given those pills and told to take them. Then you were just stuck inside all day. No one was present to take care of you. But Gaz made you safe.

- You were having a really bad fever but you saw how quickly Gaz caught onto it. He places you in the tub after he filled it with water. He gave you your privacy. But he was outside the bathroom if you needed him.

- ‘Im here if you need me, kiddo’

- He sometimes had to rush to the pharmacy for medicine. But you couldn’t let go and your hands flew up to his arm one time he actually stumbled back next to you when you did.

- So he had to take you with him. No one can ask who the kid coming with him was. You were a secret though. He didnt tell anyone about you at base. He kept his child safe.

- It didnt make so much sense to anyone how he adopted you. But it was simple for him. He knew you long enough.

- But really it felt fast. A month, and he took you in. You only saw him those days bringing you treats or coming to talk to you sometimes. Even if it wasnt talk. It became a normal thing he’d nod at you from afar as hello.

- You got along. You did grow attached to him, he officialy did sign adoption papers. Legally and finally now. His child.

[jawabear]

Bedroom act

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x Reader

Not my GIF

A/N: sorry for the bad title. And I have no idea where this came from but here you go. This is pure smut and maybe I did him dirty. Although I tried writing in the second person (you) for a change, reader is still AFAB. Hope you enjoy it! Sorry for any mistakes.

Genre: smut

Warnings: AFAB!reader, rough sex, unprotected sex, daddy kink, name calling, lots of dirty talk, spanking, pussy grabbing, clit spanking, a little anal play, aftercare

Summary: The bedroom is where Kyle comes into his own

Kyle was perfect in every single way. He was kind, loving, funny, handsome and all that jazz. He was absolutely besotted by you. He would do absolutely anything for you. He would climb the highest mountains, tame the wildest seas, even bring you the brightest star from the sky if you always it of him.

And in bed, he was just a sweet. Sometimes anyway.

The bedroom was his domain. His area of expertise as it were. That was where he put his needs first. You didn’t mind because you knew he would always look after you and he would never push you too far or force you into anything you didn’t want to do. Even when he was dominant he was still sweet.

Even when he was fucking you so hard the headboard was banging and cracking against the wall he was still kind. His touch on your hips so soft and gentle it was almost as if two different people were fucking you. One sex crazed animal. And one gentle content lover. It was a head spinning position to be in but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

Kyle’s hand tugged your head back by your hair, his hot, sharp breaths hitting against your ear. “Such a slut for me. Look at you” he whispered. You wish you could’ve seen yourself. No doubt you were the picture of pure pleasure. Eyes closed, face flushed and hot, open mouth, drool falling from your chin, hair a mess, neck littered with purple marks from his lips and teeth. But you knew he loved it. He had taken enough pictures of your fun time to prove he did. “You like getting fucked like this? Like getting your little pussy used by me?”

You could only (barely) nod a yes. Too fucked out to use your words but Kyle wouldn’t stand for that. He wanted to hear you say it. “Tell me” he growled and nipped your ear “tell me you like being my slut”

You let out a soft scream when he pulled your hair roughly “yes!” You cried “love being your slut, Kyle! Want you to keep using me!”

“Good girl” he praised and pushed you back to the bed. He grabbed your hips rougher this time. Finger tips digging into your skin. “Such a good little whore”

“Yes daddy, for you. Wanna be your good slut” tears were falling from your eyes. His balls swinging up and slapping shading your untouched and throbbing clit.

Kyle liked to get things going as soon as he could. The meant he would sometimes skip the fore play and go straight in. Literally. This was one of those times. He has pushed himself into you without even touching you. It was a little embarrassing at how easily he could slip in without foreplay.

Kyle lifted a hand and delivered a harsh slap your ass cheek. “Kyle!” You screamed.

“Too rough?” He asked, half in character half not.

“N-No. But I-“ he slapped you again. A little softer this time.

“You what?”

“Please touch my clit…it hurts…” you sobbed. You reached a hand behind your back to try and grab at his arm but he kept it out of reach. “Please daddy”

He let out a grunt and slowed his hips a little. He slid a hand round to your front and grabbed at your pussy making you scream again. “Daddy!”

“Be more specific, sweetheart. How do you want me to touch this pretty little clit of yours?”

“C-circles. Fast ones. Please”

“There you go. Wasn’t so hard was it?” He took his index and middle finger and began rubbing fast circles on your clit like you asked. You cried out his name again and gripped at the sheets, the pillows or whatever it was you were holding onto. Too fucked out to even open your eyes to look at what it was. “That’s better isn’t it? This pretty little pussy getting some attention. All you had to do was ask”

“Feels so good, Kyle. So fucking good” he slapped your pussy making your hips jolt back into him. His cock hitting that sweet spot inside you.

“Filthy mouth” he muttered before rubbing your clit again.

You could feel you climax nearing. Coming at you quicker than you could comprehend. “Gonna come…” you muttered bucking your hips into him. “Please daddy”

“Are you there? Right on that fucking edge?”

“Yes! So close!”

“Fucking stay there. Don’t come ‘til I say”

“Kyle! Please let me come!”

He slapped your ass again “don’t. Come. Until. I. Say.” He punctuated with word with a harsh thrust inside you. His fingers picking up their pace around your clit. He was making it impossible for you to hold it. And he knew that. “Besides, I thought you wanted to be my good little slut?”

“I-I do…” you stuttered burying your face into the pillow “I’m your good slut”

“Yes you are baby” he grabbed at your ass with both hands and spread it apart. He loved your puckered hole. Loved it just a little more than your pussy. It really got him going to look at it while he fucked you. They way it looked so desperate to be filled. “Fuck” he bit out “gonna come baby. Gonna come on this fuckin’ arse”

“Please daddy. Come all over me”

“You come all over me. Want to feel this pussy squeeze around my dick” he took a finger and pushed it into your tight hole. You screamed and your thighs shook barely able to keep you up anymore. You came screaming his name around his throbbing cock. Your head spinning and veins burning with white hot pleasure. “Yes, yes. Fuck. Just like that baby. Keep riding it out. I’m so close”

You could barely hear him I’ve the sound of your heart thumping in your ears as you continue to ride the wave of pleasure. Kyle pulled his dick out and tugged at it a few times before shooting his load over your ass. “Fuck” he drew out as he came “perfect little slut”

Kyle took his finger out of you and gathered up some of his come and pushed it into your hole. “That’s it. Gotta fill up this cute hole”

Once he had pushed all of his come into your ass he gently rolled you over onto your back and hovered over you.

“Are you okay?” He whispered as he pressed soft kisses to your tear stained cheeks. “I wasn’t too rough right?”

“No” you smiled and reached up a shaky hand to his cheek “you were great. You’re always amazing Kyle”

“As are you, beautiful” he kissed your lips once and then got off the bed heading into the bathroom. You heard the shower turn on and then Kyle reappear. He looked so good naked. In his full golden brown glory.

“Stand there” you told him “just want to look at you for a second”

“Do you want me to pose?” He asked making you laugh.

“No. I just love you”

“I love you too” he walked to the bed and lifted you into his arms. “Let’s get you cleaned up”

31/12/22

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

It’s been a minute since I’ve been in this neck of the woods but I saw a thread and got inspired. Also, I know the military doesn’t work like this but shhh. It’s for the plot. Anyway!

I reckon the only ones who can handle Soap at his most vibrant and talkative is Alejandro and Rudy. The former because he’s much of the same despite the way he looks, can get so caught up in talking for hours on end once he’s comfortable with someone and he lets the mask slip. The latter because he’s been with Alejandro for years and is just used to it, finds some comfort in the mindless chatter and likes having it as background noise.

Soap had thought his squad were fine with it. They’d always seemed ok when he started going off on his tangents and came running down the halls all excited cause he’d heard about a new explosive or he’d done a sketch he was particularly proud of. But they’d slowly changed over the last few months.

He could understand Price. He was a captain and there were times when he couldn’t entertain Soap and his ramblings, busy with his work and trying to manage an entire taskforce. He got that his captain might be a bit too stressed to play nice with him.

Ghost and Gaz though? It hurt just a little more than Price did. He still understood it but it didn’t mean he liked it. Gaz sometimes just got tired of listening to him. Would heave out this heavy ass sigh when Soap perked up and opened his mouth sometimes or cut him off to greet someone else and start a conversation with them.

He got it. He was a bit much and he understood the man’s want to converse with someone else that actually gave him a chance to talk without going off on his own tangents. Didn’t mean it didn’t hurt though.

Ghost was much the same but his was more because he just got overwhelmed with the constant noise. He’d be ok one second and the next he was snapping at Soap, glaring him down like he’d shat in his tea and telling him to get lost. Soap tried to keep his chattering to a minimum around him but nobody made him feel more comfortable than his L.T. It was a hard blow but he knew how everything just got too much for Simon sometimes, lights too bright and sounds too loud. He got it.

Alejandro and Rudy though? In the five months he’d known them? Not once had they ever done any of that. Alejandro would purposely take time out of his schedule to hang out with Soap, and only two of those occasions were because the sergeant had asked.

He’d invite him to their house and they’d just talk for hours on end. An equal give and take of tangents because Alejandro was exactly like him, just not about explosives and art. Rudy would sit nearby, amused and beyond fond of the two, sometimes giving his own input and other times just quietly listening as he watched the TV on mute.

If Ale couldn’t talk he’d take a moment to tell Soap. Promised him they’d talk once he was done and he always kept those promises, even if something popped up he’d make an effort to have at least a short chat with him. It warmed Soap something stupid.

When it got a bit much for Rudy or he didn’t feel like talking as much he was endlessly sweet with it. Smiled at Soap and told him he was a little tired, wanted to watch a movie and invited him to watch with him. Soap always agreed cause he liked movies, especially ones he’d seen already and knew random little facts about.

The first time this had happened and he’d accidentally blurted a fact he got so scared. Was terrified of receiving that same tired sigh Gaz gave him or having Rudy snap like Ghost, even if he didn’t seem the type. But the man had only made a small noise of interest, pulling him closer as he whispered a quiet, “I didn’t know that.”

Soap had practically melted into him, satisfied with the acknowledgment and not really feeling the need to go on an entire rant about it.

It became a regular thing. Watching movies with Rudy, sometimes ones he’d seen, and telling him random facts he knew about it. Getting acknowledged for it and feeling that same warmth he got from Ale spread through him like honey.

If it was a new movie Soap would be absolutely enraptured. Wouldn’t say a word as he gave it his full attention, not even realising when or if Alejandro joined the two of them on the couch and squished himself on the other side of him. He’d become aware of the two pairs of arms holding him eventually but was always content to just snuggle into them and continue watching, his mind quiet and his body relaxed.

It was endlessly comforting and he found himself hard pressed to leave their house once he was in it. His taskforce was the last thing on his mind these days, completely forgetting about them until he had to go back to base and see them all again.

He still loved them! No doubt about it! He just, wasn’t as comfortable with them as he once was. Figured this change would be good for everyone since they got so tired of him so often but Ale and Rudy loved him as he was.

It’s not like they noticed anyway. He talked to them and still hung around them just not as much as he used to. Kept the conversations short and didn’t go off on tangents, even if his brain was spitting out a million and one facts and continuations.

Gaz no longer sighed when they talked, was back to laughing and exchanging quick little jabs with him. Ghost didn’t snap and glare at him again, merely nodded and hummed when he regaled him with short tales about trainings, and Price didn’t brush him off for work. Stopped to listen when Soap had reports on his explosive work and praised him when he did well.

It didn’t exactly comfort him or warm him from the inside like the vaqueros did but at least it didn’t hurt to interact with them either, and he could live with that if he still had his safe space with Ale and Rudy.

[fuckin-brits]

Ghost: Coca Cola can remove rust from metal, imagine what it’s doing to your body.

Soap: Pffft, getting rid of the rust, idiot.

Ghost: THAT’S NOT HOW IT WORKS!

Gaz: Hmm…I’ve been drinking soda and my body’s rust free…not sure where you’re getting your facts from….

[stuckcampinginalaska]

obsessed with these two geezers

[ah-bloody-hell]

Might as well drop some more petty art, try to kick off a but and introduce myself. My name is Slash or Parisa (first is a nickname my friends gave hehe) I'm Persian and live in the U.S. I'm very new to Tumblr, I've been on it before but I've never really done anything on it before and this is my first account. That being said, hello world!

[springsylph]

// pictures at an exhibition

photographer!gaz x reader. there was this rlly funny moment during the met where this dude was like “don’t look at him, look at me” and i was like that’s so gaz?? it has to be. it must. super short and i wrote this on my phone plz don’t look at me

blah blah blah you and gaz are photographers on opposite sides of the red carpet. it’s been six hours. you’re dead on your feet, and sweating through your slacks, and you’ve got thirty minutes to catch the shot that might pay your rent this month since your ex decided to up and leave.

you’re technically not supposed to be here; an acquaintance of yours couldn’t make it, but they’ve seen the way you’ve been skimping on groceries—so they play up your skills a bit to get you in the door.

but this sack of shit has been fucking with you since you got here.

flashing perfect teeth the moment an adorned wrist peeks through the entryway. voice gliding over the cacophony of barks and hollers. winking so rarely that these people think they’ve struck gold each time they pose for him just enough, just right.

can you look at me? right over your shoulder, love. that’s it.

gorgeous.

it makes you squirm. and it turns their heads away from your side of the carpet far too easily. you’re stapled to the corner by elbows, sight obstructed unless you’re looking through that damn viewfinder. you’re shown how he counts your losses, glows over his wins: a single camera shutter once the stars have passed and you’re looking dejectedly in their wake.

adjusting the flash might be a reasonable excuse, but this often? that was just negligent. and it didn’t seem like this guy knew the meaning of the word.

so during the next five second interlude, you shrug at him. make the what’s your problem face that tends to land you in hot water. except the water is everything but hot—there’s no water at all, in fact. because this bitch is mouthing at you to speed up and pay attention.

you hear the shutter go off when you give him the bird, and he laughs. if you weren’t so pissed, you might’ve noticed how he just barely misses the next flock of celebrities pouring through. they’ve come and gone by the time you’ve found your bearings, but confusion still stitches your brows together while you fidget with the buttons on your camera.

click.

your head snaps up, and you unconsciously straighten out your shoulders. he’s doing it again. you call out from behind the crowding of cameras; they won’t care—haven’t been listening, anyways. “can i ask what the hell your angle is?”

and he seems almost childishly giddy when he looks down at his lcd. flips it toward you, which is ridiculous, because he knows you can’t fucking see that far.

“money shot, darling.”

[pricesugarwife]

My mutuals and I with men of call of duty ❤️

[sigh-tofm]

when they come home drunk…

… price

- thinks it’s important that he loudly tells you he’s married while you steady him upstairs to bed. points to his ring incessantly, slurs on and on about his perfect wonderful wife with the big ass and soft tummy. you roll your eyes and can’t help but smile when he doesn’t let you hold on to his arm to support him. something about protecting his virtue for his wife, as if you’re not standing right beside him. proceeds to lock you out of your own bedroom when you finally get upstairs, telling you his wife will be home soon so he can’t have a strange woman in their bedroom (but still remarks on your wonderful ass). you decide it’s too early in the morning to persuade your drunk husband to let you in, so you go down to sleep on the couch. you wake up with price sleeping soundly on the floor beside you, having gone to find his wife when she never showed up in his bed the night before.

… kyle

- gets sappy and apologises for being away. loses all concept of time when he’s drunk, says he’s sorry, he didn’t mean to be away so long, he was thinking of you the whole time, the guys pulled him along and he couldn’t say no. while he’s on his knees at your feet, pressing his face to your thighs and mumbling into your marbled skin, almost making you lose your balance with his fervent apologies, you gently remind him that you were the one who made him go out with the boys because he needed to unwind after a stressful weekend of combat drills, and that he had left with them less than two hours ago. he refuses to hear and only hugs your thighs closer, so much so that you have to support yourself on the wall. turns out all he needed to relax was you.

… johnny

- is horny. almost starts drooling when he eyes you at the top of the stairs, after struggling to close the entrance door for a good minute, causing you to investigate what made all the noise. gets a wild look in his eyes when he sees you in just his t-shirt and makes you scream and giggle as he chases you back up the stairs and to the bedroom. being absolutely shitfaced, he has the coordination of a tranquillised moose and stumbles head over heels across the floor, catches his foot on the doorway and narrowly misses the edge of the dresser with his head as he falls. still, his little soldier is courageously tenting his pants when you worriedly lean over him and he gets a good look right into the collar of your shirt.

… simon

- is emotional and clingy. can’t get enough of you, won’t leave you alone. you can’t make out half his words when he’s had this much to drink (and the mancunian in him breaks out too, making it ever harder to make out the words), but you play along, smile and nod and let him sit on the closed toilet seat and talk and talk while you do your night routine in front of the mirror. so lucky to have you, luv. how could’a lug like me get a pretty one like you, luv. his melancholy statements of love become comfortable background noise for you as you remove your makeup and apply moisturiser. lets you wash the sweat and grime of the day off his face with a washcloth, closes his eyes while you massage your floral-scented moisturiser into his skin, never once stopping his little speech. ambles after you out of the bathroom, holding on to the hem of your shirt, when you’re all finished and ready for bed. his devoted mutters only let up when be falls asleep next to you.

[thirdtimesthecharm]

I’d have this as my background on my phone until he actually put a ring on it

[jawabear]

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick Masterlist

Bedroom act *

Blue moon **

Welcome Home ***

V day gifts for us both *

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

Can we some more of soap with a fatty please? I just need more of people thirsting over his ass

Why does my tumblr not notify me of these??? Anyway! Anything for a fellow people simping over soap and his ass lover!

Also I’ve been put onto other ships like Gaz x Soap and Price x Soap so be prepared for everyone thirsting over Soap.

Ps. I got mad side tracked with this and Soap’s ass ended being like a side feature sorry 😭

The idea I’ve got in my head is the 141 have an event to go to yeah? It’s a formal event so everyone’s dressing up nice. Everybody’s in fitted suits and looking all neat and trimmed and proper. Even Ghost has left the usual balaclava for a simple surgical mask.

But the real surprise here (more so than Price abandoning his hat for once and Ghost the mask) is that Soap’s suit is tailored to near perfection on him. Now don’t get them wrong they had all seen Soap in fitted clothes, the man seemed to own nothing besides jeans and tight shirts, but they’d never seen him in something tailored to bring out all of his assets.

It sits tight around his biceps and tapers in at the waist and the colour of the jacket brings out his eyes. But the real shock is the pants he has on. They can tell he’s not happy about them, constantly running his hands along his thighs and plucking at the tight material but that just seems to accentuate them even more.

They look painted on with the way they cling to his thighs and ass, shifting with every step he takes and threatening to rip if he moves too fast.

Soaps grumbling about them, something about how the brass wouldn’t let him walk around in his usual kilt cause it’d upset the older folk or something, ‘fucking let the old bags cark it for all I care, beats having to wear this shit’

But everyone else is silently thanking the brass for blessing their eyes with this rare sight.

Gaz looks a little pink in the face but he still approaches Soap with a smug little grin, blatantly checking his best friend out as he talks to him, “You gotta admit the pants make your ass look downright sinful McTavish.”

The Scot scoffs but nobody’s missing the flush it brings to his face, and suddenly it’s a competition to see who can make him blush more from the compliments they lay on him.

Price, in all his old man ways as the sergeants like to call it, simply comes right up next to Soap and slings an arm around his waist as they talk to a couple of soldiers from another platoon. Nothing really happens at first but then they’re shifting with the crowd and Price’s hand is slipping down and resting on the curve of his ass, fingers brushing gently and threatening to squeeze but not quite getting there.

When he leans in and speaks his voice is low, sounding like gravel and sending heat up Soap’s spine, “You look good lad.”

The words and light brushes of touch make him reden to an alarming degree if the worry in the soldier’s eyes is anything to go off of.

Ghost doesn’t really say much, he was never really a words person but also he can’t actually make his mouth move in the face of everything. So instead he just blatantly looks his sergeant over, holding eye contact when he catches Soap’s eye and relishing in the way his ears redden under his stare. And if he’s trying to hide the fact that he may or may not be drooling under the mask?? Well, he’s doing a damn fine job of it.

Alejandro is blatant about it because of course he is. He eventually manages to back Soap into a corner, leaning in close and relishing in the way the man stares back defiantly though there is a hint of a smile on his lips and the apples of his cheeks are starting to darken slightly.

“You look stunning mi amor.” It’s a blanket compliment but from the way Alejandro’s eyes dip, quick but with clear purpose, it’s easy to tell exactly what he’s talking about. Soap snorts at it but there’s no denying the way his smile turns shy and the redness in his face darkens even further.

Nobody’s entirely sure what Rudy had done. They had all watched him drag Soap out onto the dance floor, the two of them dancing with the other couples and exchanging quiet words and smiles.

After a bit Rudy had leant down, saying something or other that had the Scot tripping over his own feet, completely red in the face and trying to hide it away on the other man’s shoulder. Rudy had looked smug over it, shooting the rest of the guys a wink and little eye brow wiggle that they can’t help but find mildly adorable.

In the end it’s clear to see who won that little competition, but none of them really feel like they lost anything when they got to watch Soap blush up to his ears because of them. The tight pants and his amazing ass were a nice bonus as well.

[fuckin-brits]

Gaz: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.

Soap: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you.

[Ghost walks in]

Soap: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.