#gaz garrick call of duty

[call-sign-bambi]

🤍𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞🤍

info: kyle gaz garrick x reader | inspired by 🎧die for me by chase atlantic🎧

category: smut, romance

warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, gaz is a pretty boy and he knows it

a/n: this one was so cute to write! pls enjoy!

Nothing turned Gaz on more than a loyal woman. Probably some military ideology imprinted on his skull or something. He never gave it much thought, and why would he? Loyalty attracts people like flies to honey - everyone wants somebody in their corner. 

Though he figured he should start examining that particular sentiment when he came so hard he saw stars after you said you would die for him. 

Surely that was normal? 

“Not really,” said Soap, jeering at him for his quick orgasm. Gaz scowled.

Surely others felt the same way?

“Doesn’t make me jizz, pretty boy,” Price replied helpfully. Gaz scowled.

Surely he wasn’t just now discovering a new kink at the grown age of 26?

Ghost said nothing, just raised an eyebrow until Gaz left the room, scowling.

He texted you that afternoon - dinner at my place? - and really, he should have been surprised when you replied immediately, but he wasn’t. You were his girl, after all. At least you would be after tonight. 

A thought crept into his brain as he mindlessly processed papers on base. What if you had another man? What if you didn’t really mean it? Well. He would just have to ask you and see what was what. He drove home that evening with his stomach in a knot, a mighty unpleasant feeling for someone normally so calm and in control.

Your car sat quietly in his driveway. A new occurrence. Gaz parked, shut off the engine, slung his pack over his shoulder, and as he ascended the steps to his front porch, he smelled…steak? He stood still as a statue, hair barely even moving in the light evening breeze. A long moment passed. 

Dear god. It was steak.

He shot up the stairs and flung his front door open. There you stood, an old workout shirt of his hugging your torso, simple floral panties hugging your ass. 

“He-ey,” you called out, voice sing-song. “Wash up, I made dinner!”

Gaz could barely walk due to the throbbing erection tenting his uniform pants. “Um.”

You half turned, sprinkling salt over the glistening meat. “What’s up?”

His breath was coming faster now. “How…how long ‘till that’s done.”

Technically a question, but Gaz wasn’t asking. You faced him fully then, a devilish smile on your face. “Few minutes. Why?” 

You know why, he groaned inwardly. Gaz dropped his bag to the floor with a thunk and readjusted himself in full view of you, unashamedly holding steely eye contact with you. 

You felt your stomach drop. “You want me to, um…put this in the-”

“Microwave, yeah,” he said for you, his hands going for his zipper almost instantly, “So it can-”

You had already begun turning off the stovetop. “-can stay warm, right. While we-”

Gaz nodded, almost tripping out of his pants on his way to you. You hurried to put the pan in the microwave, barely closing the door before his hands found your waist and he spun you around. Your wrists crossed behind his neck and his lips crashed into yours, hands roaming  everywhere all at once, up the inside of your shirt, where he groaned when he felt your bare breasts, down the back of your panties to squeeze your asscheek, anywhere he could reach while hastily dragging you backwards into the living room towards the couch.

He fell onto the plush cushions with a grunt, taking you with him as your legs molded around his lap, your hips chasing his. Gaz’s cock burned with heat underneath your quickly-soaked panties and when his lips moved to your neck and you gasped for air, a whine, filthy and high, slipped past your throat, and you swore he hardened further, if such a thing was possible. 

“Gaz,” you moaned, ducking your head toward his ear as your ground your body against his, “You wanted to - ah! - talk ab-about s-someth-thing, fuck!”

He popped his pelvis into you, sliding his still-clothed erection up your mound and letting the leaking pre-cum from his tip touch your stomach. “Uhm…shit, what…what did I wanna tell you - shit, you feel so good…”

Your hands found the opening of his boxers, and you clumsily pulled him free. His cock smacked his torso and you swear you almost died right there. 

“Darlin’, I need to be inside you now,” he groaned, eyes looking up at you through furrowed, desperate brows. 

“Please,” you answered back, pussy weeping from the agonizing emptiness.

Gaz felt it cruel to make you beg. He hooked his fingers around the elastic edge of your panties and pulled them to the side, exposing your glistening folds. You used your hands to guide the angry red tip of his cock to your entrance, sinking down onto him while he rose up into you, groaning at the stretch and squeeze, the feeling of fullness, connection, oneness.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” you whimpered, breasts heaving under his shirt as you gazed down at him, riding up and down over his length. 

Gaz’s eyes rolled to the back of his head with pleasure, his stomach caving as you bounced on him. “Can’t say that, baby, ‘m gonna-”

“Please, Gaz, more,” you pleaded, “I need more, I need it deeper, please, please, I’ll be so good for you, I’ll be so good.”

I’m gonna marry this woman, Gaz thought to himself as he grasped your waist and laid you out on the length of the couch. He towered over you then, bringing his hips down low to slide his cock back into your body, moving forward until he physically couldn’t anymore. “Do anything for this dick, huh?” he asked, his pace steady and deep, forearms flexing on either side of your head. 

You gripped onto his left arm like it was a lifeline, whining up at him. “Yes, yes, yes-”

Gaz was thrusting hard now, the side of his head pressing against yours, his grunts echoing in the shell of your ear, his panting breath washing over your neck.  “Be a good girl for me, right? Do anythin’ I ask?” 

Your walls clenched around him of their own volition, and you felt the pulse of your heartbeat thrumming through your folds. “Y-yes, yes, ah!, yes, please, please more, more, I’ll do anything, I will, I will, I will-” And a thought occurred to you. A deliciously evil thought. And you turned your lips to flush over his earlobe. “I’d die if you asked me too.”

Now, Kyle Gaz Garrick considered himself a reasonable man, and reasonable men don’t snarl. But snarl he most certainly did, pounding into you without mercy or reprieve. Once, twice, growling all the while, the intoxication of your pretty noises drowning his brain in sheer bliss, three times, and he felt his body clench. “I’m coming, fuck, fuck, I’m coming, shit-” He slowed his pace, stimulation now overloading his senses, pouring rope after hot rope of white into you. He even whimpered when he saw himself leaking out of your spread core. Gaz brought a finger up through your folds, collecting his cum and when he looked up, there you were, smiling, tongue out. 

He blinked. Not only will I marry her, I will give her as many children as she wants. He watched you suck the seed off his fingers. Whenever she wants. However she wants. 

As the fog of orgasm cleared from his head, Gaz cradled you beneath him, letting his breathing slow and his heart fall quiet. “That’s what I wanted to tell you,” he said off-handedly. “It really turns me on when you say that.”

You looked at him for a long beat. “I think I gathered that.” You grinned and rolled out from under him. “You’re making me finish later, by the way.”

“Uh huh.”

“You’re welcome,” you said, leaning on the doorway to the kitchen and blowing him a kiss. “Come on and eat, your food’s getting cold.”

Gaz scowled. But he couldn’t help himself, and it turned to a smile. “I’ll make you cum alright,” he grumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back to him, shoving his nose into your neck and breathing in the smell of sex and sweat and pleasure. “Thank you, mamas,” Gaz said softly, kissing your neck with sweet pressure. “So damn good to me. Will you be my lady?”

You pulled away from him in pleasant surprise. “I’ll have to think about it.”

“Uh huh.”

“I’m a very busy woman.”

“You’re obsessed with me.”

You raised an eyebrow, smacking his arm. “And you’re obsessed with me. Go eat.”

“Yes ma’am,” Gaz said, bringing your hand up to his lips. “My sweet girl.”

“Your sweet girl,” you replied, butterflies fluttering in your ribcage.

a/n: if you liked this, please let me know with a like, reblog, or comment 🤍

all dividers courtesy of @saradika

[i-love-you-just-the-same]

bear hybrid! price who stalks around your house at night, protecting you from whatever else might be lurking in the woods. you don't know that he is of course, but you should be more thankful when he shuts and locks your windows when you're asleep. occasionally you see him lumber on the edge of the forest, minding his own. he doesn't want to scare you, but he wants you to admire him, too.

wolf hybrid! simon that follows you everywhere (from a distance and he rarely lets you touch him). you were frightened at first of the big bad wolf, but when he takes you away from snakes and other dangers in the woods you learn to leave out some scraps for him. (he sleeps on your front step. won't enter the house yet.)

fox hybrid! johnny who regularly sneaks into your house to play in your blankets. the wildlife here is so friendly you're shocked, shouldn't they be frightened of you? however he sleeps under your bed and he's fine unless you try to kick him out. red fur is on everything, he seems unusually close to the wolf that looms around. loves scratches to the ears!

falcon hybrid! kyle who hovers in air around your house. he finds little trinkets for you and leaves them on your porch. he mostly hangs around price, but he will chirp greetings and steal bird feed from your feeders.

they protect you in different ways, trying to worm their way to your affections before they bed down in your abode for winter.

[cicadabeats]

Tis the season to go all out

[beloveds-embrace]

Imagine 141 moving into a quaint little town post retirement and you’re the only baker in town. You love making sweets, breads, and desserts and own a cute bakery to show for it, know everyone in your town so these four new men who come early morning to try your breakfast deal immediately excite you because- new perspectives and tastes and opinions! It’s become a habit of yours to share bites of whatever new item you plan on adding to the menu, so the more diverse opinions the merrier in your opinion.

And you are glad you didn’t let their demeanor- big gruff men, especially the one with the black surgical mask- scare you away because they are sooo nice, calling you sweetheart, doll, birdie, and bonnie. So many nicknames, it has you blushing the sweetest pink shade. And they are all too happy to help taste-test for you, giving you lots of praise.

(Though you never quite notice their immense disappointment at seeing the little ring on your finger.)

Still, at the very least one of them comes over to your bakery once a day. Sometimes they come together, sometimes only two of them- but they come anyways and tip you every time despite you insisting otherwise. It’s a lovely friendship you build with them. But they do note you never mention your partner much.

Until Simon drops by one day, intent on buying one of your apple pies and maybe fluster you enough to turn the same shade as an apple, and he sees the bruises that peek out just so from your sleeves and the collar of your outfit. Puffy eyes, more makeup than usual, your smile not quite there…

And he understands. He knows this all-too-well. And the fact that it’s happening to an embodiment of sunshine like you? Unfair. Unbelievable. Unacceptable.

Simon gently takes your hands, squeezing them so lightly. “Everything’ll be well, luvie. Promise.” And that’s all he says.

And maybe it’s cruel of you to be happy when you receive a call a few days later, the sherrif of the town telling you your husband was found mauled to death by one of the bears that roam around the woods occasionally, but you just… don’t care.

A week later, when it seems appropriate enough, you open up the bakery again and your smile is blinding as you greet the 141 men and tell them for today, everything’s for free.

part 2

Other works + help me choose a title for this 😩

[thebookbutterfly]

fanfiction isn’t enough, I need to chew on him

[stinglesswasp]

Patience 💤

[lanialania00]

[lapetitepatisserie]

cod × fem!reader ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩

The familiar sound of keys in the door alerted you to your husband’s return.

“My love?” he called, looking for you, boots making heavy footsteps as he made his way towards you and your child. His eyes soften once they land on you and your baby girl.

“How’s my princess?” he drawls, voice deep with exhaustion from work.

You look down at the child sitting in your lap, occupied with trying to fit a chubby foot into her mouth. A steady finger reaches underneath your chin, lifting it to meet his warm, intense gaze.

“I’m talking about this one.”

[fludderpy]

The missiles are very eepy

Twitter saw it first because I always forget to share my artworks on tumblr too, sorryyyy 🧍🏽‍♀️

[yooo-lets-go]

Can you maka a content of Roachs gallery lol

Love your style <3

It’s mostly blackmail material

[guhbwuh]

Animal crossing AUs you will always be famous to me

[i-love-you-just-the-same]

naps to lovers?

price is an accident, you fall asleep watching a movie with him after he cradles you in his bed. plops down with you to do some paperwork and he's out, too. you wake up cuddled into his chest and pretend not to notice his boner.

next it's johnny. you're both exhausted from sparring and workouts. instead of showering, he pulls you to his bed and tells you to wait for him before you get in. by the time you want up, the sheets are crusted with sweat and soap is on top of you, crushing you to the mattress.

after that, it's both johnny and kyle. smooshed between them after a long hard mission, it's hard not to appreciate two nice pillows. simon has the picture of you three asleep on each other.

kyle finds you in the mess hall after, pulling you to your room with the promise of takeout and uninterrupted rest.

simon is standoffish at first, but eventually offers himself up as a weighted blanket for you after being reprimanded by another force's captain (don't worry, price and gaz are handling it). he lets you hold him close while stroking your hair and face until you drift off. he frequents in odd hours with you (when he knows your alone or stacked up with another one of the boys).

you don't mean for it to, but it becomes much more regular. price pulling you into his lap during late night briefings, soap's head in your lap, and kyle following you back to your room. they get so much more casually affectionate- hands on you at all times, forehead kisses, and sweet words. they begin to take you out together after missions and on off days to movies and shopping (they love dressing you up).

this all builds up to a random friday where they bring you to a house about 30 minutes from base. lately, they'd all been a bit more secretive and making investments "for the wellbeing of the team" like price's new truck that could seat 7. the house has all five of yours stuff in it (ash trays, half finished sketches, sewing kits, kyle's hat on the table). you see some of your missing clothes in one of the big dressers half-opened drawers.

it shouldn't be a surprise to you then when you walk in the bedroom and there's a california king. you really should have expected it, hen, they've been courting you for months!

yeah, johnny's naked on the bed, so what?

[accecakes]

Soap didn’t cut his hair while way. Ghost hopes he never cuts it again <3

[vozart]

SAY GOOD MORNING TO OUR TROOPS

[metallictastinglifesupportliquid]

Price: Has anyone seen Ghost and Y/N? *all at once* Soap: They're joking around Roach: They're arguing Gaz: They're making out Everyone: Soap: Uh when I saw them like 20 minutes ago they were joking around together and laughing outside the mess Roach: Well when I saw them like 10 minutes ago they were throwing hands and pointing fingers at each other, like viciously arguing over something Gaz: Well when I passed them by literally 5 minutes ago they were very heatedly making out against the Lieutenant's office door Price: Yeah that sounds about right

[cicadabeats]

The 2023 141 Christmas Special