#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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[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

[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!

[neoarchipelago]

Y/N and Soap arguing.

Soap: my jacket is perfect!

Y/N: no Soap! It's ugly! You're gay, you should know how to dress, what the fuck were you doing in the closet all this time?!

Gaz: chokes on pizza

[river-that-whore]

Cod men's favorite kinks pt2 (ft. Graves, Gaz, and Konig)

GN!Reader, no genitalia/pronouns mentioned

MDNI

Gaz would be a goddamn VOYER. But not in the sense you're thinking. It would be when you're on your knees, makeup ruined and face full of his cock. You would look up, only to see the unforgiving darkness of a phone camera shoved in your face

"C'mon lovie. Give the camera a little show. You know I'll be leaving soon, I gotta have something to help me out" he would most definitely rub multiple ones out to the video, always sending you a photo of his cum covered hand, with a message underneath it "I miss you, lovie"

Graves would be into something with burns. I can't explain this, but I would just imagine him with you bent over in doggy, ass in the air while he watches and smokes. Occasionally he'll put out his cigarette out on your back, only to pick up another and light it (he only took a few puffs, simply putting it out to see you squirm as the cigarette left a small burn mark). And when you'd complain or whine, he'd simply utter

"Sug. Y'know I love that pretty ass of yours. Now what kinda man would I be if I didn't mark it all up?"

Konig is a talker. It doesn't even make sense half the time. Just incoherent blabbing while he's humping into you like a bitch in heat

"ngh- bitte bitte schatz. Ah, you feel so good, please"

Most of the time it's incomprehensible, just rambling as he desperately grasps onto the last bit of his sanity while also being completely pussy drunk (not really a kink but it's all I had)

[cherie-doll]

𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon: They're Your Bodyguards (Royalty x Knight AU Part #2)

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

❦ Based off this hc I had written a while back

Price

He upholds his noble promises, he wouldn't ever dare to wander too close into your life

With every string tugging at his heart, he restrains the overwhelming feelings, he remembers the oaths he's made

To keep in this way was dancing death's waltz

Oh, but your soft silhouette blending in the foliage with the aura of golden sun was refreshing like morning dew, how is it possible for the human heart to long for something it has never had? We dream of a haven, but is there hardly one on this earth?

He longs to have what is restricted, maybe what has been out of reach has always appealed to us, since children we want what is above us, as young people we crave what makes us feel alive, and in our limited existence we continue to search for it

It was all forsaken; what was left unsaid, the silent sentiment, the shared glances that were neither given nor taken, for nothing was accidental nor hidden between the both of you... only guarded

Ghost

Here is another fool, one who thinks love is a controlled emotion, have pity on him!

The only salvation he can be found guilty of on base of selfishness is imagining you imagining him, secretly he loses himself in fantasies of a future that can never be

He hath nothing but muted passion for you

And from the silence, is it possible to determine the outcome? It does nothing more but to hurt one's feelings, does the bearer more hurt than partaking in improper fantasies, for it is all in vain and a reaching for and grasping at the wind

In the end the happiest fool is miserable, the most disciplined king conquers nothing, and the bravest knight afraid of battle

What pain for nothing!

Soap

Not a word from your lips heard, not a touch felt nor a sensation given, but those eyes speak for the entire soul

This story doesn't have to be a tragedy, because no matter what it will never end the way everybody wants it to, "vivamus, moriendum est", but you'll let yourselves live blissfully

Nothing can stifle his silent joy, his merry face goes about all day desirous of crushing you with a million acts of affection

The mindless dialogue he recites, staring off into nothing as he finds your capricious eyes shining like a glow the lake flashes at the evening sun

He'll find beauty in your entire being and relate it to things because if one day, you find each other a long way off, the sentiment will remain and the earth will remember you and remind him

Gaz

What's forbidden only makes the temptation greater, hm?

With such yearning and softening of his eyes does he gaze at you, it's a feeling that's so heavy and present in the air it's impossible to ignore, an energy only igniting between you both

He's engulfed in dreams of what could be, but surely it's not all just a figment of his imagination, to a certain point you mirror his thoughts

The emotions that won't stop growing rise to the surface and threaten to breakthrough, ruining his discipline, yet are always present and showing through every act and small interaction with you

The brushing against one another, the whispers that want to turn into screams, the heart begging to be let out

Roach

It had been dawning on him, a premonition of sorts in the air since he started serving your family, as if it was destined to happen

Now as he gazes up at you from his head lying on your lap, your bodies hidden from view by the tall hedges and vines in the garden, he almost melts at the sight of you

Even if the weather isn't favorable, you walk hand in hand, free of worries for an evening or night, it feels as if the sky could be never-changing and the circumstance always right

And as he reflects back on this years later, he remembers it fondly, though now gone and far away from one another, he gathers these memories and wonders if there was no ending to it, would you two have kept laughing innocently?

He would let your name slip from his lips one last time as if calling you softly into the fading sunlight

Alejandro

Every time you cross paths after meeting and loving in secret it is like the morning after a heavy torrent of rain, you cannot hide the smiles breaking out onto your faces, nor the fidgeting of hands wanting to embrace each other

An impulse so strong that it can barely be contained when he gazes deep within your cherub eyes, your lashes fluttering as the shimmering sunlight reflects on water, this scene all too perfect

Curiously, he will gaze at you and construct the most beautiful verses he seriously believes he would have made a great poet

You're everything he's held dear, not only does he love tenderly but deeply, you hit every feeling spot within him unveiling a new world

Rudy

Oh, but he's so respectful, so contained, so true to his word, until he finds himself alone in your chambers, faced with an order he has the right to deny or be a little selfish

For once he is given choice and it is difficult to remember his priorities

How could he deny? When you're murmuring so softly, and you're welcoming him so well, making the weight on his shoulders feel lighter even if it's a false feeling only for a little while

He'll cherish that moment for a lifetime, because for once he's known what heaven feels like, smiling easier and more often

His mind drifting back to you, you're unforgettable, not just a fleeting moment but an experience

Phillip Graves

He looks curiously at what is before him; the kingdom's precious flower, and as he gazes he becomes entranced in a thread that with time will become too hard to be undone by a single pull

It starts out as a foolish act but soon grows into much more, but was he ready for what came with it? The yearning, the sensitivity and vulnerability he was exposing himself to?

With every look that gained new meaning and lost their playfulness, you became all too attached and duty no longer was first

Perhaps this was the beginning of your descent, your spiraling into doom and recklessness, crumbling and giving in to your heart who beats so wildly only once in this ephemeral sentiment

Makarov

The repetitive phrase that leaves your lips every time, "we can't do this" or "we shouldn't", always the regret setting in after saying you've let go

And frankly, he doesn't care nor does he care whether you completely let go of it or not, it'll be your stone to carry, not his

Just feel the pull between you, focus on the fact that you're in his arms right now, your royal attire loosely around your shoulders and your worries and responsibilities should be a mile off by now

Concentrate on what you feel, he's trying to remind you, there is nothing selfish in enjoying the sensations for a little while

Or is he trying to put his conscience at ease with these words he tells you? What a reflection of his soul they are, and what truth do they carry

Keegan

You find him deeply captivating and intriguing, you feel bad for having so much curiosity for him

In a room full of people and yet you always wonder if he's there among the crowd, and with so much noise in the world does he stop and listen for your voice?

So dreamlike were these short moments of delight it must've been a dream, you met only at midnight behind heavy velvet curtains that obscured all light

You could only feel with your fingertips and hear soft murmurs that you tried to memorize, you would later pray in your tucked corner of the room, whispering softly into your blankets that it was real

Someone felt for you and the memories had really happened

König

The brooding figure that wishes he had the privilege of learning about you without repercussions, without that nagging thought of it coming back to bite at him

To color in the blank spaces of unknown, wishing to reside in the intimacy of your heart and mind, to navigate what is familiar

The blossoming interest in you reflecting in his eyes, making you feel a strange sense of safety when with him, a calming feeling that you welcome too well when in his presence you find rare to recreate when alone

Not even castle walls could grant as much security as he could, they were old and empty, standing many years and guarding many families before you, it was only a false sense of security that had been handed down to you

But he, he was your own, your own to cherish and love for now and even if his love wasn't a family heirloom to pass down maybe that was fine, let yourself hold this selfishness close to your chest

Horangi

A gambling game he is playing, it's as if he has a thing for chasing after what is not secure nor certain, but that's what makes it appealing

He doesn't stick much to rules, if he does it's only for a short time until he finds his own way of doing things, he was never concerned with playing the game fair

So he's not hesitant nor does he shy from trying risky things with you, it's all a game to him

The momentum only increasing as the stakes rise and he finds himself almost tying his fate to you, wanting for once in his life a secure future he can be sure to have, to reach out for and receive

Nikto

The craving for something different and rattling came to you when you discovered his tarnished past

It was so different to what you knew, and maybe it was in that darkness and chaos that you found comfort, a world you wanted him to share with you, more intimate than any touch

More erotic and through-provoking were his shards of soul revealed to you than an affair, and his growing confusion at how easily he shared parts of him with you

A hidden memory arising from the depths of his mind, trying to show him how comforting it felt to be perceived for what you were, he wanted to indulge in it a little longer each time

He knew his desires and dreams wouldn't change a thing in his life, but this peace freed him from the chains that had been weighing heavy, he felt lighter and allowed himself to long for someone