#i love gaz

[mockerycrow]

photos from my kyle gaz garrick inspo pinterest board !

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

thinking of mermaids AGAIN sooooooooooooooo

Merman!Ghost x Mermaid!Reader (for Mermay 2024)

cw: dubcon elements, rough sex, SELF-INDULGENT and therefore weird mermaid biology, (suspend disbelief idk and idc about mermaid biology, i just wanted to write ghost fucking a mermaid.), forced?-ish breeding (both parties were aware of the risks)

Merman!Ghost who's actually a selkie... of sorts.

Merman!Ghost who took the coat of a GREAT Greenland shark over three centuries ago and has lived as a shark ever since...

Merman!Ghost who's a deep dweller and has become quite the hunter, using the darkness of the depths to attract dumb prey so he can kill them.

Merman!Ghost who's not above mauling humans, in fact he despises them, especially when he finds them hurting animals. Sure, he kills them, but he's an animal himself.

Merman!Ghost who when he's bored causes issues on purpose, including scaring fish and other underwater life, and finds great humour in it.

Merman!Ghost who constantly gives trouble to fishing boats by trying to sink them, slamming his tail on the side of them to send them rocking side to side... and by ripping their nets with his teeth...

Merman!Ghost who has had horror stories and cautionary tales told of him by many navigators, pirate captains, sailor crews... who has become somewhat of a legend, a myth, and gets referred to as "The Creature".

Merman!Ghost who's not immune to mermaid song, surprisingly enough, but who can resist it plenty well.

Merman!Ghost who hears the lilting of your voice through the dark water but doesn't seek you out.

Merman!Ghost who succeeds in resisting... for days, weeks, months...

Merman!Ghost who awakes to the endless sound of your singing bubbling into his ears, and gets lulled to sleep by it as well.

Merman!Ghost who finds himself going insane by your voice, that follows him like a backdrop for every waking moment of his life, and cannot tune it out.

Merman!Ghost who eventually bites the bait and allows himself to rise from his domain.

Merman!Ghost follows your voice as it carries for miles upon miles.

Merman!Ghost who comes across a natural cave by the beach. Way too close to the beach. Close enough for him to know he'll end up washing up and getting stuck.

Merman!Ghost who checks both sides, making sure the beach is empty before he tentatively strips off his coat for the first time in years.

Merman!Ghost who stashes his coat between the rocks, covering it with algae before he dares venture into the cave.

Merman!Ghost who can't see as easily without the shark eyes, who can't swim as well without the shark fins, who can barely walk because all his human muscles are atrophied.

Merman!Ghost who wades in waist deep water into the darkness of the cave, looking around for you, his burly, calloused hands using the rocks as crutches to seek you out.

Merman!Ghost who only notices you when it's too late... when your song suddenly stops and the water splashes as you dive back in.

Merman!Ghost who watches you zoom past him in the water, a slippery fishtail propelling you in a zigzag amidst the rocks before you emerge out of the cave.

Merman!Ghost who watches you grab his shark coat and try to make off with it...

Merman!Ghost who takes his sweet time returning back to the mouth of the cave, watching you bob on the water with a mischievous smirk on your lips.

Merman!Ghost who demands "Give it back."

Merman!Ghost who scowls when you tell him "No." and "If you want it back, you have to marry me."

Merman!Ghost who crosses his arms and glares at you, shaking his head and refusing.

Merman!Ghost who scowls even more when you tell him "Then I guess it's bye bye to your skin.".

Merman!Ghost who despises being a human more than he despises the prank you're pulling on him.

Merman!Ghost who tries to negotiate and offers you something in exchange for his coat.

Merman!Ghost who pushes you against the rocks at the entrance of the cave as the cold water and seafoam wash over you both while he kisses you, pressing his tongue, the only warm part of his body, into your mouth, toying with yours.

Merman!Ghost who licks at the salty sea water glistening on your skin and the scales adorning your pretty neck, an arm wrapped around the small of your back.

Merman!Ghost whose human fingers, pale and wrinkled from the salt water, wrap around your exposed breast, softly tugging on the pert nipple while his mouth kisses and sucks at the patches of skin amidst your scales.

Merman!Ghost who tsk's at you for having been singing for so long to attract him, and scolds you for getting him so riled up for weeks on end with your song.

Merman!Ghost whose hands push you up onto the rocks so he can dip his head down your chest, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples, sucking it slowly and watching you mewl and cry so beautifully.

Merman!Ghost who gets a reminder of the one positive side of being a human, as his human cock rises up suddenly and stiffly, large and thick, already oozing precum against your tail scales.

Merman!Ghost who carefully grinds his leaking cock against your slick cunt, right before the spot your thighs meet and blend into a tail.

Merman!Ghost who turns you over, bending you over the rocks, one hand on the back of your neck, the other steadying you around the bones of your hip...

Merman!Ghost who plunges his hooded cock deep into your cunt, causing you both to cry out in delight, eyes rolling and jaws going slack as he bottoms out.

Merman!Ghost who bullies his cock deep into your cunny, feeling how your warm, gummy walls contract and squeeze around him while he groans loudly.

Merman!Ghost who pounds away at you again and again, hearing your voice go high-pitched and squeaky with each snap of his hips, finally shattering the mind-numbing and intoxicating mermaid song he's had stuck in his head for weeks.

Merman!Ghost who watches you squirm and whine as you cum around his thick cock, nearly choking it with how tight you get, before he slams his hips against the back of your tail a few more times, and shoots his cum deep inside you.

Merman!Ghost who watches smugly how blissful, quiet and calm you are after he's done, breathing heavily and your body buzzing.

Merman!Ghost who snatches his shark coat from your hands as you're too fucked out to remember you're meant to keep it out of his reach.

Merman!Ghost who puts his shark coat back on and morphs back to the shape he's comfortable in, then wraps his maw around your tired body, beginning to drag you underwater with him.

Merman!Ghost whose body rumbles with a laugh when you try to get free and loosen his grip on you, demanding he let you go.

Merman!Ghost who tells you "I thought you wanted me to be your husband? Well, I made you my broodmare too... Now I have to take care of you."

[miguel-owhora]

whenever you fall into a bad headspace, gaz likes to pull out the puppy gear. on goes the ears and mask, and the collar and tail, and occasionally, when you can't stop digging your own nails into your skin, paws. when gaz slips on the collar, there's this brief moment of tranquility that overtakes the madness in your head, a voice similar to gaz whispering into your head that everything's going to be okay.

gaz is a strict but kind master. he's firm and unyielding in the orders he gives you, expecting you to comply with them—and you do, not wanting to disappoint him, seeking the praise that follows afterwards. whether that be slipping his cock into your mouth, or letting him sink around your cock without you moving, you're eager to listen.

he has a way of calming the nasty thoughts in your mind; his soothing voice grounding you, his hand heavy and warm on your back. you're not a soldier when you put on the puppy gear, you're gaz's little puppy who just needs someone to be patient and understanding, and it's just fortunate that gaz is that guy.

[lunarw0rks]

dating gaz would have you constantly looking over your shoulder

it’s almost fearful for you at this point;

you, bending over to reach something, or leaning over a piece of furniture… and then recieving the most earth-shattering, bass booming slap on your ass.

it so loud it bounces off the walls.

[spacejellyfishsports]

More doodles from my Destiny AU which is still rotting my brain despite finishing* it

*this user has a draft for a sequel

[the-whispers-of-death]

I'm angry again bc people keep replacing Gaz with König and Keegan (EVEN THO THEY'RENOTIN THE 141 AND KEEGAN IS NOT EVEN IN MODERN WARFARE), so Bear!reader with Gaz?

I feel like Gaz would be unable to function around Bear!reader

Bear!reader flirts with Gaz and Gaz goes home and screams into his pillow like a little girl

They're still doing that? I really thought people were starting to stop doing that, but I suppose I had more faith in the fandom than I should've. But yes, I love Gaz! So Bear!Reader with Gaz!

I feel like Gaz, the sweetheart he is, is usually the one who buys the flowers and gifts for his partners in previous relationships. But you, in all your tallness and largeness, is taking care of him for the first time ever in his life. Of course, he's independent, you both know that, but that doesn't mean Gaz doesn't deserve to be pampered!

You're both able to be vulnerable with each other, never judging the other for not being strong all the time. That being said, he giggles when you show that you can pick him up. He absolutely adores it and it's the quickest way to make him melt.

Also, I feel like he's similar to Stone in that you can't shave your beard. He'd act like you committed the ultimate betrayal.

[chamomiletealeaf]

Quick rant. I saw a fic that included Gaz fully and someone reposted it with their own rewrite and the first thing it said in the author’s note was:

“Btw sorry, I don’t write for Gaz.”

How the fuck, are you gonna rewrite someone’s fic and include every character EXCEPT the only black character?

I understand not writing for certain characters, but not even trying to learn about the character and not even bothering to mention them at least???? And the only black character is the one you don’t write for???? Gtfo of here.

Don’t write for the Task Force if you’re gonna exclude Gaz and replace him with König.

If you do this or defend this fucking block me. I don’t tolerate fucking racists on this page. Get the fuck out of here.

[just-another-siimp]

Warning: Unwanted advances, alcohol, gaz being cute?

Alcohol or 'liquid courage' as you had once called it, right before downing a shot of Tequila ignoring how Soap laughed as you briefly stumbled over to where Gaz sat with the Captain. They both looked at you, equally amused neither as buzzed as you were. That night he'd walked you home, jacket wrapped around bare shoulders and fingers intertwined as he attempted to stop you from straying too far off the cobbled path.

Both of you stood at the entrance to your apartment, talking softly about how the next few days of leave would be spent. It was hard not to admire his handsome features, how his lips looked oh so kissable under the starchy white lights of your apartment complex. Drunkenly you'd confessed your feelings for him, heart hammering hard in your chest as he smiled at you.

"If you weren't drunk right now I'd believe you." The statement sobered you up, suddenly aware of just how close his lips were to yours.

"It's the truth." You confessed, voice barely audible as he closed the distance lips brushing gently against your own as if he was waiting for you to pull away. When you didn't he surged forward, kissing you with a passion that left your knees week. He consumed you then and there, swallowing you whole in his embrace and you'd let him. A million times over you'd let him.

-

Months later you stood at the same bar, patiently waiting for Gaz to arrive. Far too sober to cope with the asshole who had been chatting you up all night. He smelt solely of lynx Africa as though he bathed in it before going out, it was overwhelming to say the least.

Leaning against the bar a bored expression was hidden by your rather amused grin, except you weren't smiling at him you were being entertained by the faces Soap was making at you. He and Ghost had been watching the interaction from afar, either of them could easily come and scare the bloke away but they didn't.

They knew you could handle yourself, except their intervention wasn't needed. Not yet anyway. Instead they found entertainment, placing bets on who would intervene first. You or Gaz who had just walked through the door.

"So babygirl.. how about you and I ditch this place? Maybe find a hotel.. have some fun." He slurred, attempting to wink at you.. well you thought it was an attempted wink. Gripping the bar you leaned back, smile dropping from your features as you shot him a dead panned look.

"I've already told you. I'm taken." There was an edge to your voice, annoyance quick to surface as he leaned closer to you.

"Stop playing hard to get baby, bow let me show you a good time." It had been a long day, patients had worn thin and threatened to snap. Especially as his hand brushed against your thigh causing you to recoil, your hand was moving on instinct grasping your mostly untouched glass of whiskey.

Your next action was unclear, would you pour it over him or smash the glass over his head. It was a real shame that no one would know.

The anger that clouded your vision had dissipated, the scent of cologne you'd bought Gaz as a present filling your senses. Arm reaching around you, gentle hand grasping your wrist keeping the glass from moving any further. Kyle's body pressed against yours, warmth intoxicating as he pressed his lips to your cheek bone in a tender show of affection.

"Sorry, Dove didn't mean to keep you waiting." There was a tone of possessive within the pet name, it made your cheeks warm. Across from you Chad.. no Brad? had gone deathly still, shrinking under Kyle's harsh gaze. "This guy bothering you?"

"I was just lea-"

"I'm not talking to you." Gaz looked down at you, waiting for you to answer. Before you could open your mouth the spot next to you was empty, previous bother now gone. Kyle's hand released your wrist, trailing along your back and shoulders before grasping your opposite hand. A tender action.

"Thanks for saving me." The glass now raised to your lips, warmth of the alcohol washing away the tension that had held you at gunpoint just moments before.

"Didn't mean to take so long, Price and I were talking about Las Almas." He explained, thumb rubbing circles into the back of your hand. "There are some new training issues we'll have to work on."

"We?" You asked softly, squeezing his hand in return.

"Yeah, but that's tomorrows issue. I just want to get drinks with my beautiful dove and beat the captain in darts." You laugh, patting his hand as you stand. "What are you laughing at? I'm going to win this time I swear."

"That's what you said the last three times."

-

The two of you slipped through the crowds, towards the group of men you called family.

All was well.

[pedripop]

➥ “Ando varias noches sin dormir Estoy pedo, no te vo' a mentir Le hablé a otra morrita al deducir que te perdi”

kyo / gabriel, he / him, 18, transmasc, hispanic, self proclaimed spider boy, pavitr prabhakar irl!

➥ “Y ya no hay más Cosas que, contigo, quiero hablar Con otra piel, yo te voy a olvidar De mi mente, yo te voy a sacar”

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➥ “Y ya nos verán pistear Pura cadena gruesa y las plebitas son del Instagram Diamantón, llevo en mi Glock”

COD, ATSV, MOONKNIGHT, MORTAL KOMBAT, GENSHIN, HONKAI, JJK, BSD!

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i heart my moots!!!! -> @kitoshii @miguel-owhora @miguelo-hara2099 @thedarksideofprincedamien @lwustyz @fckedupdog @gazmialmagemela @huboi @kaidan-z @kylesgarrick @atlasaurusrex @elephant-nonnie @ccreekside @alistairsmonstercafe @axels-roses @oharaslover @ballsinyojaws2000 @pynkkgeto @dabisbratz @gettonight @dolligent @literallyrousseau @captjprice @jiiquokka @dreadfullyrottenn @ejundo @softggh0ul @vakseb

(sorry if i forgot anyone :( and thank u to my boyfriend for letting me steal his layout >:3)

[mikhailwrites]

Waiting for Connection 6 / Ghost x Soap NerdAU

Ghost is retired and plays milsim videogame. Soap is still in the force and sometimes plays that same videogame...

Previous chapter | AO3

The London Underground during the rush hour is a particular kind of hell. Strangers squeeze together, trying their best not to step on each other’s feet or even look someone in the eye. Usually, they would stare at their cell phones, even if they had nothing to check or read, really. Ghost closes his eyes and tries to breathe through the discomfort and anxiety. It’s just a few stops, but it takes forever. Especially as more people pour in, a message repeated the thousandth time is broadcasted about minding the gap, followed by a “See something, say something” announcement. If he hears it one more time, Ghost swears, he will smash the speakers.

Should’ve taken the cab. If only it weren’t so bloody expensive. Just because Ghost has the money doesn’t mean he’s willing to pay stupid sums. He hates London. Absolutely and categorically. Too much noise, too much traffic, too costly, too many people.

The Blackfriars finally comes up, and Ghost squeezes through the people. The crowd carries him all the way to the surface, where he takes a lungful of fresh air. Or, well, air. Damp and smelling of exhaust fumes.

Thankfully, the pub’s not far, and Ghost is in no hurry. He strolls at a leisurely pace, avoiding main streets flooded by tourists and natives alike like the plague, using back alleys and narrow, dirty passages reeking of piss and stale lager, reminding him of home.

The pub he goes to is in one such back alley. It looks dirty and cheap, but once Ghost steps inside, it’s actually clean and nice. The furniture and design are dated in the right way to call it cosy. There are a lot of people, but it’s curiously quiet and as far as Ghost can tell, no tourists.

Ghost comes up to the bar. “I’ve got a reservation. Name’s Garrick,” he tells the woman, who checks something he cannot see before she nods and points to a small table in the corner. There’s already someone sitting there. The baseball cap is a dead giveaway.

“Fancy meeting you here, Lieutenant Garrick,” Ghost claps Gaz’s shoulder when he walks up to him as if they met by chance. Gaz jerks and turns around quickly. Gaz always had impeccable impulse control. Better than Ghost, for sure. If their places were switched, Simon would probably try to flip Gaz over the shoulder and onto the table. As it is, Ghost smiles as he removes the medical mask he wears in public and sits down. “So, how are you?”

 Kyle rolls his eyes but smirks. “Oh, cut the crap, Ghost, we both know you wouldn’t come to London to catch up with me.” Ghost takes a breath to object, but Kyle continues before he can speak up. “Or… not just to catch up with me. So, what is it? Need help getting rid of a body?”

Ghost snorts, and Gaz grins, catching a waiter’s eye and gesturing for two pints.

“No. But you’re right, I have a favour to ask,” Ghost admits. He was never one for beating around the bush. “Got a callsign, let’s see what can you tell me about it?”

“Bloody hell, Ghost, I don’t know every soldie…,”

Ghost doesn’t even let him finish. “Soap.”

Gaz promptly shuts up and stays silent for half a minute, precisely when their beers arrive. Ghost hands the waiter a ten-pound note. Gaz waits until the waiter retreats before he speaks up. “Right, I guess I do know about this one. How do you know him?”

“Coincidence, met him online,” Ghost answers truthfully.

“Online? Like a dating app or assassins for hire?” Gaz feigns shock but can barely keep it up.

“A video game, Gaz, Christ,” Ghost shakes his head as he takes the glass and downs half of it in one go.

“Alright, alright. Just taking the piss, mate. Seriously, though, there’s not much I can tell you.”

That’s a peculiar choice of words on Gaz’s side. He didn’t say he doesn’t know the lad; he said he can’t tell Ghost much. Meaning he knows a shit load but can’t speak about it. “I understand. I have some tips, so… just nod if I’m right?”

“Alright.”

“Sergeant?”

Gaz nods.

“Fits. I know he’s good, but is he more than good?”

Another nod.

“Marines?”

That gets a first shake.

“Not the Marines? Then that means he’s pretty daring, isn’t he?” he looks at Gaz expectantly. Gaz nods.

“Really? Interesting. One of yours?”

“Ghost,” Gaz warns.

“I know, had to try,” Ghost smiles.

Gaz sighs and shakes his head before his lips also curl in a smile. “What I can tell you is that he’s not only good at his job but a good man, too. I can see why you’d like him.”

“It’s not… we’re not…,” Ghost says hastily, panic clear in his voice.

“Relax, Simon,” Gaz says, taking a swing from his glass, “you’ve changed, you know...” When he sees the disagreement written all over Ghost’s face, he continues. “I think it’s good. You’re… you seem fine. Content.”

Ghost jerks a little at the sound of his name coming from Gaz. It took him months to get used to being called Simon, but for Gaz, he’s always been Ghost. Not anymore, apparently. It doesn’t hurt as much as he thought it would. Maybe Gaz is right. Simon has changed, and it’s not a bad thing.

“Guess I am,” Simon muses, looking around at all those civilians. Technically, he’s one, too, but in reality, there will always be the matter of his past etched into his very existence. He’s been a soldier for so long, but that’s not all he’s been.

Maybe it’s time he remembered.

[ilikehaikyuu1]

MW2 Characters headcannons!

Hello! I love all MW2 characters so why not do headcannons? Most of these are inspired by ones I've seen on Tumblr or TikTok!

<3𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚<3

<3 You know this man SNORES

< 3 His beard has its own self-care routine like he takes better care of it than most things.

<3 He LOVES to be pampered after a mission and loves a nice shoulder rub with a fire going with a cigar and some bourbon.

<3 Lowkey feels like he would be really good at pool or any drinking game from when he was younger.

<3 Considers 141 to be family to him often uses the quote "Family doesn't have to stop at relatives."

<3 LOVES sleeping in with his partner, especially after a tough mission and just needs the love of his life and his comfy bed. (This man is absolutely a cuddle bug I DON'T MAKE THE RULES)

<3𝓖𝓪𝔃<3

<3 This man is every girl's DREAM (especially mine) He is such a gentleman opening doors for you, getting flowers, and paying for everything.

<3 Horror movie FAN. Loves a good horror movie/sex combo.

<3 Type of man to tease you but MELT when you do it back.

<3 Probably has a collection of weird things from when he was younger.

<3 loves listening to 50's songs with you in the early morning slowly swaying.

<3 Loves gossiping with you over anything.

<3 Every Friday night he goes drinking with 141 it's just tradition.

<3𝕊𝕠𝕒𝕡<3

<3 Just like Gaz this man is a GENTLEMAN.

<3 Type of drunk person to yell the most offensive shit.

<3 Can't smoke to save his life he'd lose a lung.

<3 Constantly cracking jokes and picks up lines.

<3 Speaking of pick-up lines THIS MAN says the most wild ass pick-up lines just to make you smile.

<3 Hm and Gaz are inseparable as if they were twins.

<3𝓐𝓵𝓮𝓳𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓸<3

<3 This man's love language is Physical Touch and LOVES being able to touch you. (Take that how you will.)

<3 Wakes up early even when exhausted to make you breakfast in bed.

<3 Type of man to make you bubble baths after sex.

<3 Him and Rudy are best friends which means they share. (ALSO take that information as you will.)

<3 Secretly listens to Doja Cat.

<3 Often gets insecure about his forehead.

<3Ｒｕｄｙ<3

<3 Sweetest partner ever but sucks at flirting.

<3 Loves baked goods and loves them even more if you bake them together.

<3 Love dancing to Spanish songs with you.

<3 Service dom honestly.

<3 Loves a good ol' beer.

<3 Every time he goes out he ALWAYS gets you something your closet is filed with stuff he gets. (And fridge)

<3𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜<3

<3 SAVE A HORSE RIDE A COWBOYYY

<3 LIVES ON A FARM.

<3 Can be possessive and gets jealous easily (You're just that beautiful/handsome.)

<3 Loves to go horseback riding with you.

<3 Shares you with the Shadows

<3 Is a SUGAR DADDY loves spoiling you but expects payment back.

<3𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊<3

<3 This woman is POSSESSIVE

<3 Hides you from others only a few people know about you, especially your relationship.

<3 Secretly has a sweet side with you.

<3 Has a collection of valuable beanie babies.

<3 Can drink ANYONE under the table.

<3 Feeds stray cats

<3Ghð§†<3

<3 Strong but silent type

<3 Has a difficult time opening up but when he does shut up and LISTEN.

<3 Isn't used to physical touch but once he does he can't stop touching you

<3 Always asking for consent "Can I touch you luv?" "Does it feel good when I do this?"

<3 Loves a good story and tea time.

<3 Loves close and slow sex. (I wouldn't say he really likes rough sex but there are a few kinks here and there.)

This is the end! Thank you reading if you want me to do anymore or anyone please dm!

[mockerycrow]

ON MY MIND (Roommate!Gaz x GN!Reader)

roommate!gaz masterlist

summary; you wear kyle’s hoodie and he’s forced to confront some suppressed emotions.

[WARNINGS; gaz is a smoker & is emotionally weary, fluff!]

“Kyle!”

His head tilts a bit from the call of his name, muffled and frustrated. His eyes focused on the glass plate in his hand, his other hand scrubbing the thing with an overly-used sponge. “Yeah?” He calls back, only turning his head by his left shoulder a tad bit so you can hear him better as he’s assuming you’re not near the kitchen.

Kyle hears you shuffling around, your shoes scuffing against the floorboards. You don’t respond for a second, but Kyle knows you’re focused on.. Whatever you were doing. He puts the soapy plate in the other side of the sink in the next tub, reaching for the next dish. However, his sleeve slips down his arm a bit, getting wet and soapy. “Ah..” He cringes out loud, his lips pulling uncomfortably as he uses two fingers to tug the now wet sleeve back into place.

Kyle hears your footsteps approach from the next room, causing him to tilt his body so he can keep his wet hands over the sink whilst also looking at you. You enter the room with a frustrated look upon your face, your eyebrows furrowed and your lip curled ever so slightly curled. Kyle chuckles, unable to help himself at how pathetic you look at the moment and he knows it’s not over anything important. “What’s wrong?” He murmurs, already amused.

You’re holding up one of Kyle’s hoodies, one the ones that has his last name sprawled across the back. He blinks for a moment before you begin to speak. “I gotta run to the corner store real quick and all of my hoodies are still damp in the dryer,” You exclaim, putting the hoodie down a bit so you can look at him. “Do you mind if I wear your hoodie to walk down there?” 

Kyle’s lips purse for a moment, a weird sensation manifesting in his chest cavity as he thinks about wearing his hoodie. “Go ahead, don’t need you getting sick, yeah?” Kyle utters as he turns back to the sink, pinching the front of his shirt and pulling it from his chest as if it’ll ease the sensation. “Sick! Thanks, Kyle. You want anything?” You ask, quickly pulling the hoodie on, adjusting the sleeves.

Kyle’s back is to you as he grabs another dish, mindlessly cleaning it. “‘Course, sweetness. Grab me some crisps, won’t you?” He says, putting the.. clean(?) dish into the other side of the sink on top of the soapy plate. “Yep, I got it. Bye, Ky!”

The door shuts.

Kyle blinks, staring at the soapy water with the tightness in his chest remaining, even after your exit. He sighs slowly, pushing his thumbs into the corners of his eyes—then he shouts, because now soap is in his eyes. “Shitshit—” He hisses, quickly turning on the faucet to wash his eyes out.

Kyle never asked for his hoodie back—a part of him expected for it to appear folded on his bed, washed and taken care of and the other part wished he never saw it again except for you wearing it. You always seemed to lose your hoodies after that, or you went through your collection much faster than you previously had. Neither of you pointed it out, especially Kyle. He was quite alright with a couple of his hoodies disappearing conveniently right at the times you were planning on leaving for a store, or just an outing in general.

Something sickly sweet twists in Kyle’s gut when he sees you wearing his hoodie. It’s something clawing at his insides, gnawing at his bones—energy that makes him want to bash his head into the wall and he isn’t completely understanding why. The second he sees you wearing one of his hoodies, especially the ones with his name on it.. It’s like a little feral squirrel in his body goes wild. 

Kyle turns in his bed, groaning softly as he rubs his hand over his face, trying to focus on the coolness of his sheets as he rolls over. He thinks about Soap and Price, thinking about the night where you embarrassed him in front of his mates. Kyle stares into the darkness of his room as he thinks about how proud you seemed to be after making them laugh—how you seemed to beam at him after sharing a reassuring look.

“Bloody hell.” Kyle mumbles, his words muffled as he turns his face against the warm of his pillow, his breathing harsh for a moment. A pleasant warmth trickles into his chest as he thinks about his missing hoodies. How he isn’t able to help the giddy smile on his face when he sees you walk through the door, coming home wearing something with his name on it. His. His. His.

Kyle lifts himself from his bed, grunting as his feet hit the cold floor. He patters across the floor, quietly exiting his bedroom. Kyle’s heart thumps harshly against his chest. He shakes his head and gently slaps his cheeks as he walks down the hall towards the living room and kitchen, trying to rid himself of these thoughts—of thinking of you like that. He pauses for a moment when he hears the television on, playing at a low volume. Kyle slows his footsteps as he makes his way past the hall, coming into the living room.

The television is gently illuminating the room and he hears you before he sees you. You’re sleeping on the couch, your favorite blanket sprawled across your lap, your back and head supported by the stupid throw pillows Kyle insisted that you two needed for the couch. Your head is tilted down in a position that looks slightly uncomfortable, your lips parted—wearing his hoodie.

Kyle stares for a minute, his eyes softening as he leans forward, his fingers gentle as he takes your head in his hands and slowly but surely, adjusts the positioning of your head. Kyle watches the way your eyebrows furrow for a moment, your lips pressing back together closed. His lips twitch into a soft smile as he watches you shift in your sleep, your face leaning more into his palm.

Kyle’s heart stops for just a second before he brushes the pad of his thumb against your cheekbone, your skin hot under his touch. So warm and full of life.

His chest tightens again and Kyle carefully pulls his hand away from you, his feet quick as he grabs his cigarettes and lighter from the counter near the backdoor, escaping out the back to forget about what his feelings truly mean.

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[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

I'm thinking of Merman!Gaz smut tonight, so... have a little drabble:

Breeding? || Merman!Gaz (for Mermay 2024)

cw: smut (cunnilingus), dubcon elements (reader is willing).

Merman!Gaz who's actually part sea horse so he has a dorsal fin, ears that are fin-shaped, and no caudal fin, but a straight, thin and curled tail instead.

Merman!Gaz who loves people watching and has learned plenty about humans... and even does it enough to have picked up on some Englsh.

Merman!Gaz who sees you at the beach, not one of those fine sand and great for sunbathing ones, but one that's mostly rocky gravel and a jagged coastal line.

Merman!Gaz who approaches the rocks you're sitting on and peaks his head over them to catch your eye, happy that the beach is mostly devoid of people due to how gloomy and cloudy the sky is.

Merman!Gaz who startles you and smiles when he notices you jumping, but then your eyes shine like the stars and you look at him with such curiosity as you carefully approach with a "Hi...?".

Merman!Gaz who's, unfortunately, more curious about the parts of your body hidden under your shorts than you as a human, and whose human-like hands start pawing at your thighs, webbed fingers massaging your exposed skin.

Merman!Gaz who wraps his muscular arms around your hip and drags you as close as he can get you to the edge of the rocks, your toes dangling over the water, and legs being sprinkled by the crashing waves.

Merman!Gaz who presses his face against your clothed cunt, burying his nose against the gusset of your denim shorts, taking a deep sniff of you thanks to his powerful nose, that sends excitement coursing through his body, and heat rising up to his face.

Merman!Gaz who realizes how beautiful you look with your eyes wide and your whole body stiffened in surprise... but notes how your hands don't push to fight him off.

Merman!Gaz who tries to rip your clothes off you, not knowing what "Careful!" means when you say it, which makes him look at you with knitted brows and the biggest, softest brown eyes, only for you to relent and help him.

Merman!Gaz who, as soon as he sets eyes on your exposed cunt, feels his heart racing in his chest and immediately buries his face back where it belongs.

Merman!Gaz who licks stripes up your cunt, savouring the taste and the warmth of your core, the wetness so different to the salty ocean, and revels on how your moans sound even more lovely than some of the mating songs he hears from whales and other mammals.

Merman!Gaz whose fins start brightening in color, turning bright orange rather than its muted shade of terracotta, and whose tail wraps around one of your feet, as he sucks on your clit and hears you mewl and moan.

Merman!Gaz who smiles when he feels a rush of liquid rush against his plump lips and down his chin, watching how you go limp and sigh fondly, having peaked against his mouth... and clicks his tongue and smacks his lips, pleased with himself.

Merman!Gaz who continues at it over and over, his tongue diving into your winking hole, and feels your heels dig into the expanse of his back as his arms keep holding his torso above the water so he can remain buried in your cunt.

Merman!Gaz who after you're overstimulated, uses his strong arms to pull himself up onto the rocks atop you and whose lips crash onto yours in a deep, languid kiss, like he's seen so many humans share, noticing your eyes rolling and the fucked out look on your face.

Merman!Gaz who vanishes under the water while you're struggling to catch your breath, catching the way as you jump up, startled, when you noticed he's gone, seemingly distraught that he'd just leave like that.

Merman!Gaz who, weeks later, is lowkey confused as to why his brood pouch didn't swell and he's not releasing any babies, he's pretty sure you two mated?

Part 2:

[lottsaegg]

Every time I see a cai bot or a fic where they swap Gaz out for König a fairy dies

[lunarw0rks]

i was just listening to gaz’s voice lines and i am SHOCKED by how strong his accent is

i love his voice 🫠🫠

[fossilizedpr0tienpowder]

Are you still looking for writing requests? If so I have a really simple one! Gaz bringing a cat back to the base because he couldn't leave the poor thing behind :(

I love this and will definitely write it, but seeing as I have like 5 things to write it may take a little while. Tysm for the req tho it's adorable!