#gaz kyle garrick

[yuriko240]

“johnny?”

“who’s johnny?”

[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!!"

[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?

[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

[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.

[usoppsstar]

I know everyone is obsessed with girl!dad's and men that would do absolutely anything for their little girls because we're used to seeing those shameful reactions at gender reveal parties

But I want yall to think about boy!dad's for a minute tho.

And no, not the boy dad's that immediately throw their sons into sports and live life vicariously through them, I don't mean the boy dad's that compete with their sons at a certain age either.

What I mean are boy!dad's that aren't afraid to be affectionate with their sons, peppering their baby boy's chubby cheeks with kisses when they're little, making sure they receive affection from both their mom AND their dad. Who quietly shushes them and holds them close when they cry, letting them know it's alright to cry and that they can always talk to dad when they have a problem, so they'll know when they're older. Who spoils them just as much as their girls because they can't help when their little son looks up at them with those big eyes and adamantly speaks to them with those mispronounced words, so he ends up buying him the bear he's asking for. Who teaches him how to be a gentlemen and an upstanding person while SIMULTANEOUSLY teaching him how to respect himself and how not to be taken advantage of by someone who's not worth it. Boy!dad's that would do anything for their precious baby.

I'm just a sucker for affectionate father and son relationships, and thinking of the time someone in my comments kind of fought me over a character being a girl!dad like men can't have and love their boys too

(Specifically thinking of the cod! And op! Men rn, especially Simon and Sanji)

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[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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[river-that-whore]

Cod men react to reader with long/sharp nails

(kinda) MDNI

Soap would be the one to absolutely fawn over your nails, watching you walk over to him after your nail appointment

"Aye lass. Lemme see em" he would take your hand, cooing softly "Oh sweet'eart. Very nice" he would gently prod the endings of your nails with the pads of his thumb, remarking "Nice n' sharp too" he had a mischievous look on his face, eyebrows raised

That evening, he stood in the bathroom, looking over his shoulder to see the reflection of his back in the mirror. Red scratches littered his back, a reflection of the intimate night told by the stinging marks down his back

"You should get your nails done like that more often, lovie" he drawled with an amused smile, turning to look at you once again. When you looked up from your spot on the bed, he turned and proudly showed off his scratched up back. And he would proudly show them off to all of his friends on base when he left, going shirtless every chance he got until the scratches faded. It was clear he liked everyone knowing who he belonged to

Ghost looks down at your nails when you proudly show them to him, raising an eyebrow "They're.... Long" he remarked softly

When you offered to get them shorter, he shook his head. He grabbed your hand, inspecting the nails before finally saying "no. They're pretty. Keep 'em"

Over the next few days, you would catch him occasionally just watching you do your daily actions, seemingly amazed at how you could function with nails like that. When he would hold your hand, his eyes would drift to your nails, brows furrowing momentarily before smoothing over once again.

One evening, he came home in a huff, immediately dropping all of his things. Before you could greet him, he already had you swept up in his arms. He walked a few steps before depositing you gently onto the sofa, quickly following. He laid with his head on your chest, eyes screwed shut and hands gripping your waist. When he felt the long nails gently scratching his scalp in just the right way, he was practically buzzing.

Though he never brought it up, the next morning you found a deposit into your bank account. It was exactly how much you paid for your last manicure, plus tip, sent to you by none other than the lieutenant. Under the note section, Ghost had simply written "Get them again, lovie"

Price would sit in the nail shop with you, watching with keen eyes. The nail tech noticed with a smile, commenting under her breath "Y'know, I've never had a girl bring her boyfriend to an appointment. Normally, they get bored, or wait in their cars"

And he did. He was astonishingly accepting, watching as you picked out the color, smiling and muttering a quick "Looks good, birdie" before letting you walk to the nail tech with a small pat to your hip

Once you were done, he insisted on paying, tipping the nail tech and smiling as he bid her good day. Once you arrived at his car, he took your hand, holding the nails close as he cooed "They look pretty, love. You picked a good color"

That evening, he was practically preening as you scratched and caressed his bearded face and jaw. "Love.... You need to get your nails did more often. I love 'em"

[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

[lostintransist]

Sparked off this post about Ghost being a menace from @ghcstao3.

You dealt with the men of the 141 like your brothers. They were annoying at times but would pop a bullet through a man’s skull over your shoulder to keep you safe. That precedent, the brotherhood you sat within, often leads them to bothering you in the most asinine ways they could conceive.

Family had sent you a care package, your favorite cookies shipped halfway across the globe. One, a singular cookie, made it intact. It sat carefully on your knee while you scarfed down your MRE. Your metal water bottle leaned against your boot in the dust.

Everyone leaned back against a half-tumbled wall, the sun beating down on the dessert camo you wear.

With two bites of your meal left, you tip the bag to your mouth, scraping down the food (because God could tell you this was supposed to be spaghetti and you would laugh and demand He try it before stating that with certainty) your eyes leave your cookie. The shift in the air tells you what happened.

Snapping your head right, to Ghost, you see his teeth close with a crunch. Sharing the crumbs would have been fine. You would have happily offered them up. But stealing your single cookie?

You are on his before he can open his molars. Knees bracketing his waist, tac vests catching funny, fingers from both hands pry his mouth open. Your right fingers disappear in the moist cavern before emerging with his ill-gotten gains.

Jumping up and back you glare down at him, popping the slightly sodden cookie into your mouth.

You talk as you chew, “Your mouth tastes like ass. You really should brush your teeth after you’re done with Soap.”

Gaz, Soap, and Cap had the misfortune of swallowing a drink at that moment.

Soap gave a camera-worthy spit-take, cheeks flaming hotter than any bomb he had ever rigged. Cap half choked on his water, wetting the front of his shirt as he gasped for air. And Gaz? Well, his water came out of his nose.

Ghost tongues his teeth as he lowers his mask into place, tucking it carefully into his shirt. He glances at Price, who had sat on your other side.

“I,” Price coughs again, “Got nothing for you Ghost. Don’t ask, don’t tell.”

You catch Gaz’s eye and both of you start laughing. The lovebirds in your unit forgot that you were all highly trained soldiers.

[cherie-doll]

COD Men; including Nikto headcanon reaction. Of their wife using corporal punishment on their kids; ie, using a belt, slipper or even a coat hanger on the kids. Because it was ‘used on me and I turned out fine’ mentality.

lol this brought back memories

ᡴ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

Price

He'd prefer if you didn't use any physical force, ofc tho he understands why you do it sometimes

However he can't help but feel bad because even if he isn't the one spanking the kid with a belt, he sees them crying and comforts them afterwards because he doesn't dare intrude in the moment

Even when he tries to use his role of captain you shoot him a look saying that just because he has authority out there with other people he certainly needs to know his place as a father here

Shoots a remorseful look to his kid and leaves but at least he knows where to go to afterwards to find him

Ghost

Absolutely hates you for pinching your kid awake at the family function, and he thinks you're the one overreacting

You did the minimal thing in the moment but here Simon is acting as if you were being an abusive parents already, you try and tell him it's nothing but he's not having any of it

Honestly it's kind of endearing watching him get so protective of his kids like that

Soap

He thinks sometimes you get too ahead of yourself when you're scolding the kids but he won't hesitate to step in when it comes to physical punishment

Tries to reason with you on why it's okay to give them a pass, just this time alright? You hate how easily you give in

Gaz

The one time he found his little girl crying silently in bed after you had sent her to sleep was enough for him to gather her in his arms and literally beg you to not do it again

"She gets so scared" he pleads because he doesn't like seeing her cry which sort of irks you because you don't know how else to discipline them

He doesn't like it, doesn't care if it was used on him when he was a kid or on you but he certainly doesn't want to continue it

Roach

Even he flinches when you raise your voice indicating you've reached your limit and are about to spank the kid, you don't even need a belt or slipper, you use your bare hand

When he nervously asks why he does it you just shrug and say that's how your mother disciplined you and it worked so

"Can you... not do that?" because he doesn't wanna risk stepping in himself

Alejandro

It might be normal to him, it's not unusual to be yelled at or hit on the daily because that's how he grew up, if anything he might even say when a kid needs it

To a certain extent of course, he will interfere if he thinks the punishment has had its effect on the child

But don't ever ask him to do it, especially not when your kids were very small, but he had no problem doing it when they were teenagers

Rudy

Don't ever even ask him to lay a hand on his babies and can't stand to see you do it either, no matter how many times you've explained to him why it's sometimes needed he doesn't like it

When you want to try he'll instead take the kids aside and prefer to speak to them, they should be old enough to understand

And it surprisingly works, they come back apologizing to you for making you angry and Rudy will just come and squeeze your shoulders saying "See? They're not bad kids"

Phillip Graves

He knows that when you use physical force for punishment it's not for just any reason, he's learned it that way because his own mother was like that

She'd give warnings and stern looks until her patience was thin and was reaching for his father's belt

He did have a serious talk with you once when he thought you started spanking them too young, like as toddlers because they didn't know what they were doing yet

Makarov

Either really on board or is prohibiting you from doing it ever again, like who cares if his kids run a little rampant? Who's gonna be the fool to try and stop them when Makarov is their father

On the other hand he's sending warning glances to his kids that your temper will be rising the more they act up so it's best they listen and sit still

Keegan

He really was about to go and ask if you were crazy but then he saw you deliver a single slap to your kid for speaking disrespectfully and he turned right around only giving the kid a "you're on your own" look and a shrug

When the kid asked him why only you hit him and Keegan doesn't he shrugged and said that's how you were raised

They both hide when you find a mess and are trying to find the culprit

König

Sometimes he's not there when you punish the kids but when he comes home and goes into their rooms only to find them playing on the floor quietly he asks them what's wrong

They'll softly whisper into his ear that you only just gave them a spanking and he's cradling them in his arms and hugging them, promising he'll talk to you so you're not as "harsh" on them

Horangi

He sometimes plays favorites with his children without even realizing it, like he won't do anything if the boys get in trouble and you have to spank them

Oh, but if it's one of his girls he's defending them, there's a reason they run to him first when they do something they know is wrong

Nikto

Despite how he was raised he for some reason doesn't like it when you punish your kids, he gets all serious and doesn't speak to you for a while until the anger wears off

Instead of hitting them with a coat hanger like you do he prefers if you pull at their ears instead and let them off with a warning, it's the least you could do