#Pricegaz

[red5tars]

pricegaz x reader but it’s more like pricereader x babysitter!gaz. milf and dilf take a liking to local younger man, news report they’re trying to get him pregnant.

[narcissosbythepool]

Gaz loves the sound of his voice.

He hears it a lot. Price's voice is a constant stream in his earpiece during ops, guiding him, teaching him, soothing him when things get ugly. Reprimanding when he fucks up. He loves it even then.

His voice has become something of a comfort, something he looks forward to as he gears up and puts on the comms. It's raspy, the low growl of a smoker, demanding and often sarcastic. He loves every aspect of it. He loves each tone of it. He loves it when it's rough and cruel, loves it when it's gentle and calm, loves it when it wraps around foreign words, be it whichever of the dozen languages he knows.

Gaz can't get enough of it. He wants to cradle his ear piece like a sea shell against his ear, as if he could hear the ocean in Price's voice. It has the same gravity, the same mass as giant waves crashing against the sea wall. Makes his knees buckle just the same.

Gaz knows it's an indulgence, to every now and then close his eyes and just listen. He knows he should be fully focused, and in a sense he is; the mission will always come first. But every now and then, he allows a moment, when he lets the sound of it surround him and pull him under.

"You there, Gaz?" comes the call and Gaz's eyes snap open.

"Here, Cap," he replies, eyes back on their target – namely, Price advancing towards the enemy hideout.

"Stay awake for me now," his captain reprimands and Gaz feels a smile pulling at his lips.

"I'm awake, sir," he says. "I'm awake."

[vozart]

SAY GOOD MORNING TO OUR TROOPS

[s3rrrpentine]

old men amirite

[bluegiragi]

wing thing

early access + nsfw on patreon monster!AU masterpost

[vic-draws-sometimes]

Who's your starter?

[waves-against-a-cliff]

After the end - Post-apocalyptic Omegaverse AU

Summary - You missed the end of the world. Fine by you. You thrived in your new surroundings, content to be on your own. Until something happens during your third winter.

Tags - Omegaverse (duh), alpha/beta/omega dynamics, non traditional dynamics, all of the 141 are alphas, you're an omega. Eventual smut, dub-con, knotting, mating press, polyamory, alphas love alphas. Uh... This came to me in a fever dream. Consider this a prologue. 141 x reader

You think you're pretty lucky all things considered. You had always been self sufficient and your childhood gave you skills you were able to call on after the entire world shat itself. To be honest, you hadn't even noticed the world had completely gone to ruin until you tried to call your pharmacy to refill your heat and scent suppressants.

The line was dead. So you called the grocery store. Dead. The movie theater, the diner, the post office. Dead dead dead. Panic seized you by the throat and you dropped your home phone onto the ground. You splashed cold water onto your face and looked into the mirror with puffy eyes and shaking hands.

What were you going to do? The world couldn't have ended. Right? You should have noticed sooner. "Fuck," you said, pulling on your shoes and grabbed your car keys, you got into your car, "fuck!"

As it turns out, you did in fact miss the ending of the world. You yelled obscenities and banged on your steering wheel. The entire small town you lived near was deserted. Windows were boarded up and cars were parked by the road with tires missing or windows smashed in.

You missed the entire end of the world.

As it turns out, the end of the world wasn't that bad. Nothing really changed. Well besides the rarity of getting your hands on heat suppressants and scent blockers. The first week after you finally got caught up on the whole "the world has ended" thing you raided.

You avoided using your car after you got a mild scare that someone else had been attracted to the noise. Hiding in the very smelly gas station bathroom while you listened to the sound of boots crunching on glass was enough to teach you that lesson.

You tore apart the pharmacy the first week, finding what had to be at least four months worth of scent blockers and nine months of heat suppressants. You took everything you deemed useful and stuffed it into your backpack before hiking back home.

You set up a routine, patrol the forest edge twice a day, care for your garden and check any trap for animals to eat. Self sufficiency had never been such a blessing.

It was the middle of winter three years later when you first saw them.

Men. No, not just men. Alphas. Their scent almost made your knees buckle when you smelt it down wind. For a moment your mind went hazy as their smells flooded your mind until that part of your brain that had been responsible for your survival kicked back in.

Alphas. In your territory. Your territory. It felt like a crime and you felt your inner omegas turmoil. As you watched the four men walk down the road that led into town through your binoculars you debated on what you should do. Run, flee while you are down wind. With shaky hands, whether from the cold or fear you didn't know, you climbed down from the perch you were on and sprinted back home while doing your best to cover your own tracks.

You went in circles, outside in the cold long past when your hands and feet had gone cold. But you were sure they couldn't follow. You were sure they didn't even know you were there.

Three years. You had been off of heat suppressants and scent blockers for years. After a while your heats had stopped coming, whether it was from lack of sleep or stress or some evolutionary thing that happened when no one to mate was around, the bottom line was that you were unprepared.

You boarded up your door and threw water on your fire. You grabbed every blanket in the house and ran into your bedroom. At first you did it for warmth. If you were going to hide you couldn't have fire to give out smoke and you needed to be warm.

Then you continued to mess with the blankets and pillows. You huffed, growing increasingly frustrated at your inability to get it right. You grabbed your laundry and threw it in too, arranged and rearranged until it felt right. It wasn't until you took a step back that you realized what you had done. Something you haven't in years. Before you was a nest. Large enough to fit many in it. Maybe even five. You swallowed hard as your fingers dug into your stomach. It was going to be a long winter.

[bashi-splashy]

HEATSTROKE!

[arualthefirst]

Resting place

[ramvur]

got your six

[yakowo]

lovely Pirate AU commission for redhairedmuses7 on twt 🫶

[g8se]

One-Frog-One 🐸

[konigsblog]

TW/CW: RELIGIOUS THEMES, NON-CON/DUB-CON, BLACKMAIL. READ THE WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ ⛪

Priest!Price who forces you to repent for your lustful and wicked sins, for rebelling against the beliefs of your religion. The sight of you before him is hypnotising; on your knees, tears streaming down your gleaming, shining cheeks with your eyes tightly closed, murmuring a prayer beneath your breath while trembling anxiously.

Fuck, he could take advantage of you like this, blackmail you to get exactly what he craves. You wouldn't dare tell anyone. Y’know, he could easily pry your jaw open and force his meaty, sweaty cock down your tight, strained throat for the blasphemous bullshit you've been spewing behind his back. You wouldn't want your loved ones finding out, would you?

He'll force you to memorise specific verses and apologise for your sins, leaving you vulnerable and helpless before him. You'll stumble over your words, desperately attempting to string a coherent sentence together, with his broad hips driving against your plush rear and his hung, hefty dick stuffing your tight, drooling hole. You memorise these verses to mumble them out between broken sobs and muffled whines, apologising profusely for your sinful actions.

[vozart]

first post is a pile of men

[wishfuldivine]

The 141 kissing Gaz's nose every time he cringes at something?

John can't contain it much. Gaz looks absolutely fucking adorable when his sergeant cringes at a movie that is so cliché for his liking. The captain leans forward and pecks his cute nose.

Johnny does anything to make him cringe. Even goes as far as eating with his mouth open, the Scot knows how much he despises it. The sergeant laughs and coos, planting a kiss to his cute nose.

Simon is more subtle. He says the most cringe dad jokes ever, and the sergeant just STARES while cringing to no end. The lieutenant chuckles and presses his lips onto his cute nose.

[bluegiragi]

morning flight.

early access + nsfw on patreon