#gaz kyle garrick

[yuriko240]

“johnny?”

“who’s johnny?”

[callsignimmortalvalkyrie]

OG and Reboot ❤️‍🔥

[bruhhxiao]

KISSES

You finished night chores in the kitchen after dinner and Simon was laying in bed “enjoying” Manchester match alone, since you were too loud 🙄

Once you get in bed too you toke a look at the screen.

“Unlucky one?” You say softly sitting next to him, he was grumpy, so you kissed him.

He signed not kissing you back, so you give him two more but he leans his head on the side ignoring you.

“C’mon the match is over.”

“No, it’s not. 3 minutes left.” He says pushing your head out of the way.

You kissed him again and again and then again, leaving sweet pecks on his lips. The match was over and he was listening to the after match conference.

“So you’re into this old man more than me? Give me one kiss!” He sighed and bought his lazy hand behind your head pulling you down for a short stamp.

“One more…” You say leaning closer and he kisses you back.

“A bit more…” as you said that he pulls you in a passionate kiss, a slow one.

After you broke the kiss and try to sit back like before, he grabs your arm pulling you down next to him kissing you a few times as he slowly positions himself on top of you.

“Simon it’s already 11:00 pm- Mhh~” he cuts you off.

“Now you got me in the mood, so shut up” he said with his nose against yours looking into your loving eyes before kissing you passionately.

[remiebear]

Turtleforce 141 as requested over on twitter 🥰

[brucewaynesslut]

♡ Someone tell me that they don't look the same.

♡it's literally him in animal form.

♡he's so adorable!!

[writersdrug]

me thinks johnny and gaz should kiss 🤭

Oh, they do.

You're talking to Soap in the kitchen as you prep the condiments and he prepares his line. You hear Ghost up front speaking to someone, and when you both look out the kitchen window, you see Kyle's familiar, dazzling smile.

You quickly scramble to the side, barely managing to get out of Soap's path as he barrels past you with a "feck out the way-"

As soon as Johnny comes into the front of house, Ghost might as well have disappeared from Kyle's vision. He beams at him, straightening up a bit. "Soap! Long time no see, mate."

"Ye came 'ere not two days ago, nae?"

"Happy to see you too, Mactavish."

Soap chuckles, leaning against the bar. "Need help with tha'?" He asks, nodding towards the group of kegs stacked by the front door. They all need to be dragged upstairs to the refrigerator.

"If you're offering." Kyle responds, folding his arms over his chest. "I can always do it myself, but I suppose two hands are better than one, eh?"

Johnny huffs. "Ye sayin' ye don't need mah help?"

"Need and want are different things, Johnny."

"Think yer just bein' smart, now."

"Do you?"

"Reekin' of attitude o'er there, Garrick."

"Christ- I'd better not catch the two of you in the walk-in again." Ghost grunts out, slapping his rag onto the bar. "Keep it to the office." He disappears into the kitchen as Soap and Gaz grab a keg each, hurrying up the stairs.

You're slicing apples for the fruit cups when Simon walks in. You look at him in confusion as he makes his way behind the line and starts firing up the ovens, pouring a commercial-sized bottle of oil into the fryers.

"Where's Johnny?" You ask, tossing a grape into your mouth. "If he calls out, we're up a creek. Most I know how to make is a salad, maybe an omelet."

"He'll be back." Simon says, his back facing you as he pulls a tray of burger patties from the refrigerator. "Probably shaggin' the brewery boy in the office by now."

You drop your knife with a clatter; Simon looks at you, chuckling at your bewildered expression.

"Kyle?!"

"Who else?"

"I fucking KNEW it!!"

[eiraeths]

soap: was ghost like this before me?

gaz: like what

soap, staring at ghost who’s eating a single packet of salt: insane.

gaz: i mean. yeah?

soap: i can’t tell if i met him insane or if i made him insane

gaz: think it’s a bit of both to be honest

[cherie-doll]

someone on ao3 requested a while back i do a hc for that boxing machine game, so uh, here:

𓏴𓏴 Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Phillip Graves, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

Ghost would raise his eyebrows, being quite surprised at the numbers flashing on the screen. He did not expect for the score to be so high. Perhaps he shouldn't have provoked you earlier.

The crowd that had gathered around gasped at the shocking number your fist had scored. Soap stood there, mouth agape, he had always joked that your strength couldn't compare to his. Needless to say, he would think twice before doing something that would make you mad.

Gaz had always knew you were independent and strong, how strong you were mentally but never giving much thought how far your physical strength could go. Why he was the one with the military training.

Roach was so flabbergasted he couldn't even speak. (Not like he ever does.) Did not speak to you the entire car ride home, like a kid too afraid to be scolded. Put on an apron and washed the dishes he had procrastinated on all day.

Alejandro had witnessed the wrath of women like his mother, who may be small but dominant the moment their rage flared up. Seeing that side of you come out though was something else. It honestly made him feel some type of way.

Phillip couldn't have been more astounded. He felt proud but deep down his ego was a bit hurt as he was the one who prided himself for protecting you.

"Well, damn." Keegan kept saying over and over again, muttering under his breath. Why did he ever start training you? Cleared his throat a few times as you smiled proudly looking at the score. He didn't like how intimidated he suddenly felt.

All König could think of were all those times he had opened a jar for you. Did this mean you could do it yourself? Maybe you've been feigning being the weaker person and he should watch his back.

Horangi was no less surprised, he always had you ready to deliver a punch when you two would play fight. Seeing how strong you delivered that punch, however, did make him chuckle.

Nikto continued staring at your arms, specifically the arm and hand you had punched with. When did you get so strong? And did this mean you were able to help with the yardwork now?

[laughroditee]

Pretty positive that Kyle Garrick has the most secure attachment style out of anyone on the 141, proving that he is by far the best boyfriend material.

[diejager]

JAKAJWIH I just saw this post and https://www.tumblr.com/citrusbunnies/732151502028898304

I can’t help but imagine deer!hybrid reader that’s with 141, and they/she/he (it doesn’t matter lol) walked out of the bushes or woods to the team inside and their reaction to it!

Also I LOVE your work, every time I see that you have posted wether it be recently or if they are older and they just appear in my feed. I get excited! 😭 also if you don’t wanna do this, feel free to ignore COMPLETELY! I just saw this and I thought it was so cute😭😭

That deer image is actually funny… this drabble though, not so much.

Doe Cw: hybrid, DARKFIC, IMPLIED DUB-CON/NON-CON, kidnapping, training, implied sex, tell me if I missed any.

They cued in on the rustling sound, bushes ruffling against an unknown body hiding behind the tree line, moving as if they were unaware of the men or uncaring of danger. Rifles pointed towards the source, Price held control of the situation, aware of the danger when hunting feral hybrids. Ferals were unpredictable, unable to find the distinction between friend or foe, but they were smart, cunning and weren’t shy to group together, forming hunting packs. Those that were impossible to rehabilitate would stay in the wild, some causing trouble and others keeping to themselves, living alone or in a community they built on their own.

Despite the trepidataion and tension in their shoulders, the waited, breaths steady and unyielding to the harsh winds of early winter. They expected a wolf - or a few - or a bear to jump at them, but were released to see antlers poking out of the bush, tines interlocked with green and dried leaves still tied to a thin branch, followed by perked ears, rounded ends flicking against the leafage stuck around the antlers. A head soon followed, big, doe eyes with the dilated, rounded pupils staring at them with timid curiosity, uncertain of the danger.

Rather than a big brown bear or a deranged grey wolf, they found a curious deer hybrid. Price raised his fist, ordering the three of them to lower their weapons, holding it to his chest, he took a step towards you, slow and tentative. You jerked back, body moving out of your hiding place, fully exposing yourself to men —men deprived of the gentle touch of a woman and the loving embrace of one. You wore rags, hanging off the small straps of your shoulder and stopped mid-thigh, soft and plush skin; your dress hugged the promiscuous curves of your hips and the swell of your breasts and ass, leaving nothing to their imagination. You were a sight to hungry and deprived men like them, gruff and overworked, tired and wanting a moment of reprieve to relax and work off the stress.

“Hello,” it hadn’t crossed his mind whether or not you spoke, seeing that you were dressed in nothing but rags despite looking clean and untouched by filth, simply delicious to their eyes. “I’m John,” he gave you a smile, his eyes creased and cheeks wrinkled, his lips stretched under his bear-like beard, “Who are you?”

His softer approach made you compliant, mumbling out your name in a soft voice. You were skittish, looking as if a single abrupt movement would have you buck away from them, and they couldn’t have that, you were a source of information and much more. Soft curves and doe-eyed filled with a sort of innocence, able to thrive in the wild with feral hybrids, ye untouched by their rough and untamed character.

“Who… who are they?” Your eyes gazed over the three men behind Price, hands pulled to your chest in an effort to give yourself comfort and protection against the dark gleam in their brown and blue eyes.

“That’s Soap,” your eyes followed his hand, hovering towards the men with striking, blue irises and a weird haircut. “Gaz,” he motioned towards the man with warm, brown skin and a pretty face. “And Ghost,” he was the most intimidating, broad and big, it made you shudder. “What are you doing here?”

The question lingered in the air, you frowned, seemingly unwilling to divulge your reason because you had the same question, wanting to know why big, armed men were threading in your home. You looked away, staring at their feet rather than their strong gaze, feet shuffling around. They watched you bite your lip, pearly whites peaking under your lip to sink down in your glossy lips, perfect for kissing. How would you taste if they got their hands on you? Would your mouth taste as sweet and delicious as you looked? You were temptation on two feet.

“This is my home,” you reluctantly told them, becoming more anxieties by the second. It seemed like you were waiting for the right moment to skip away, to rush through the forest and hide away from the men who had a sudden interest in you. “You?”

“Classified, love.”

You perked up and shied away at the way he called you, his rumbling voice turning soft and disarming, near becoming for a sensitive hybrid like you. You were so adorable when you acted all shy, ears flicking and little nose scrunching up. You were naturally wary of anyone as a prey animal, vulnerable and without claws or sharp teeth against anything bigger than you. They could all see the tension building in your body, ears backed against your head and fingers fumbling around, his voice might’ve soothed you, but his reply made you fearful, suspicious enough to look more and more like you were going to flee.

If you ran, they would follow, Ghost would probably the one to catch you first, surprisingly fast and nimble for someone of his stature. He’d tackle you to the ground, scruff you and hold you down despite your wails and take you back, you had something they needed. Ghost would do the training, prepping you however he deemed fit and punish you if you lashed out. Gaz and Soap could easily break you in, their gentler countenance working in their favour. A push and pull, essentially, with Soap’s puppy-like aggression and mischievousness, and Gaz’s gentle care and grounding hand. Price would keep you in check, sometimes overseeing Ghost’s training and other times participating in it, being the disapproving and sympathetic one when faced with Ghost’s cruel and degrading ways.

You were pretty in rags - you would look pretty in anything you wore - but you’d be the prettiest naked and stuffed on their laps, eyes rolled back and breasts jostling. Taking you would take care of their needs, the temptation pulsing in their crotch. You wouldn’t mind it, would you? It would be better than sleeping on the rough, forest terrain, victim to both nature and the wilderness. You would be protected and taken care of, what else would you want?

“Why don’t you come with us, love,” it wasn’t an offer, it was a demand —an order.

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[callsignimmortalvalkyrie]

would you be there for me?

[bruhhxiao]

Do y’all know about that pregnancy prank where the ladies pretend to drink alcohol during pregnancy to see their partners reaction?

Well I imagine Reader filling a bottle with juice/water and pretend to drink it during the most delicate months (from 1 to 3 months) of pregnancy next to Simon making him drop whatever he was holding or doing to take away the bottle squeezing their jaw trying to make them spit it out.

“juice..” Reader says proudly leaning the bottle under his nose.

I imagine Ghost Simon Riley holding his chest laying against something almost about to faint. (Yeah I imagine the big boy shitting the shit out of himself for his partner bullshit)

“ohh once this baby is out…” He says looking at them so pissed as they stand there in front of him with a dorky smile.

[remiebear]

Pigeon-force 141!

[aennasan]

Me to Task Force 141 after I seduced them to come home with me.

- Ghost will do it but you have to understand that he will live with you from then on

- Price will be surprise at first, will nag you, and you will be forced to quit your job so you can focus in doing the housework while he is away

- Soap will grumble while doing it because there is no sex. Expect a couple of lace panties missing

- Gaz will do everything in his power to resist but yeah, he will surrender either way. You have to watch your back though after tricking him like that

- Konig doesn't understand why you have so many clothes, not in the same color, that need folding. You don't even need clothes in what you two were about to do

[eiraeths]

gaz: is tav okay?

ghost: he’s calmed down

gaz: really? usually takes longer

ghost: put on his favorite youtube series

soap: [watching metal mailboxes being stripped and cleaned with muriatic acid]

[cherie-doll]

what if like.... cod men + victorian era + vampires...

 ๋࣭♱ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Valeria, Phillip Graves

what if when life got hard you were able to just run off into the countryside like those ladies in the 1800s but it's a place you never heard of and it's weird and strange. there's fog everywhere and all the townspeople are pale and you're just trying to enjoy the last days of summer but it's winter here already and your attention is wanted by every gentleman who has a fixation with your neck.

Nobody would've guessed that the respected captain by the surname Price was a vampire. He remains rather courteous despite his vampiric impulses. Perhaps, his gaze lingers far too long on your exposed neck in the ballroom, sensing the pulsing veins underneath your skin.

Simon was certain he'd never fall for another soul, much less a mortal human. He was still being haunted by a past so grim that it made a solitarian of him. Why must all love be unscathed? Was no love pure? Was it all tainted with anger, guilt, and sadness?

Johnny being the eldest son in his family who knows he'll have to face his responsibilities sooner or later but what if this man just wants to focus on botany. Like this man just wants to go on travels to find plants, bring them back and just be a little nerd in his study, but alas, society calls. And to him, you're like another fascinating life form to be studied.

Tortured musician and poet Kyle who would die for any form of art. Music and poetry make up his soul and is possibly the only reason he has continued living. Being a dhampir is harder than if he were just a vampire or only a human, why must his self be divided?

Gary who doesn't even want to be a vampire, he's just wanted to be normal all his life and now he'll never be. He's sweet, he's caring and he wants to make up in qualities for the monstrosity that he is in physical form. Be nice to him.

Alejandro and Valeria having to be at peace with one another because without each other they wouldn't have survived when they were first transformed. Alejandro was literally buried alive because he was declared dead, and only Valeria knew. He sought sanctuary in the cathedral Valeria was a nun at. He becomes a replacement for the bishop overtime, becomes a priest and spares Valeria. She's a hedonist and has a little too much fun with the other nuns.

Phillip being an ex-commander has no business whatsoever being here, he's accumulated wealth over the years and is now travelling. He ends up finding this town, seeing you and decides he'll hang around for a while. He's got too much pride and money but little connections in this land and not many willing to side with him.