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gloomwitchwrites · 3 months

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Hand Necklace (4 of 4)

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Female Reader

Content & Warnings: vaginal fingering, light spanking, anal fingering, anal sex, sex toy, double penetration (secondary penetration w/ sex toy), lube, established relationship

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Part of the Imagines & What If Series

With some spare time, Kyle enjoys your body.

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“Where are you off to?”

You return the wand to the mascara bottle, watching Kyle in the mirror as he saunters into the bathroom from the bedroom doorway. He wraps his arms around your middle, hands resting on your stomach as his face turns into your neck, inhaling. He places a kiss right where your neck meets your shoulder.

“Might see some friends,” you reply, setting the mascara on the countertop, one of your hands resting on his.

“When?” he asks softly, lightly nipping at your ear.

You shrug. “A couple hours from now. Why?” You turn in his arms, seeking his face.

Kyle tightens his hold. “So, you’re free for a bit?”

You grin, knowing what he wants. “I am.” You twist around in his grip entirely, draping your arms lazily over his shoulders. “And what would you like to do?”

Kyle unlocks his arms and brings them down to your hips. You’re only wearing an oversized t-shirt with no underwear. It’ll give him easy access to you.

“Am I allowed to do what I want?” asks Kyle. “Willing to follow my lead?”

He’s asking for permission, and you gladly give it. “You know I’m yours.”

The corner of his mouth twitches into a hint of smile. Using his grip on your hips to turn you around, Kyle bends you over the bathroom counter. You have to go up on your toes to prevent the edge from digging into your stomach.

Kyle pushes the t-shirt out of the way, exposing your ass and pussy to the air. One large hand kneads a single cheek before lightly smacking it. It jiggles, and Kyle does it again, watching the bounce before alternating between the two. It isn’t harsh, but there is a very brief sting every time his palm makes contact.

You’re so focused on the way his palm connects with your ass that his finger parting your pussy to slide inside surprises. You inhale sharply, fingers curling to dig at the countertop. Kyle hums softly in pleasure, pumping his finger slowly as your pussy takes more and more of him. His thumb presses on your clit, moving in tandem with his finger.

Kyle inserts a second, and then he alternates between spanks and slow rubs of his thumb. You’re completely at his mercy, bent over, taking all of it. As the pleasure builds in the base of your spine, Kyle increases his pace slightly, just enough to make you fall over the edge, moaning loudly, pussy squeezing his fingers as your toes nearly leave the ground.

Kyle makes a pleased sound low in his throat before his hand on your ass slides down to tease your other hole.

“I’m going to take you here,” he says. “Think you can handle it?”

You smile. “I’ve handled you there before.”

Kyle leans down to place a kiss against the curve of your neck. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He kisses your neck a second time. “Hand me the lube.”

Slowly, you reach out to the nearby drawer. Opening it, you retrieve the bottle, holding it out to him. Kyle takes it from you. You hear the lid popping open and the soft squelch of the gel releasing from the bottle followed by Kyle moving it around on his fingers.

There is a brief pause before Kyle sets the bottle down on the counter. Then, he pushes one finger inside, followed by a second. He begins slowly, moving in languid strokes, working you up to take his cock.

“How’s this feel, love?” Your response is a moan and a strangled “please.” In the mirror, you see Kyle’s grin of victory. “Just a bit more and you’ll be good and ready, yeah?”

A few more strokes and then Kyle withdraws, positioning himself behind you. His cock slides over your sex, collecting lube and your slickness before he brings it to the curve of your ass.

“I need you to do one more thing for me, love.”

“Anything,” you groan, only wanting Kyle to fill you up. To give you what you want.

“Grab the toy. The one we haven’t used yet.”

You glance up into the mirror and Kyle arches a single eyebrow, telling you to go on, to do as he says. Slowly, you reach into the same drawer the lube is kept in, withdrawing a satin bag. Opening it, you remove the toy in question. There are two parts to it. The first is the dildo, smooth and soft with a rounded tip for easy insertion. There is also a smaller nub above it that is in the perfect position to rub against your clit.

Kyle nods toward the toy. “While I fuck your ass, you’re going to fuck yourself with this. Understood?”

Licking your lips, you uncap the bottle of lube and lather it onto the dildo portion of the toy. Shifting your weight to one forearm, you bring the toy between your legs, pressing it to your pussy. As you start to push it in, Kyle takes that moment to start easing himself inside of you.

The stretch of his cock and the toy is almost too much.

“Easy,” he croons when you whimper. “Take your time, love. No rush.”

Once the toy and Kyle are completely inside you, Kyle’s hands shift to your throat. He wraps both hands around it, fingers interlocking.

“Turn it on,” he instructs, and you do, the vibration immediate and strong.

Your breathing comes shaky. Unsteady. Kyle’s first thrust with the combination of the vibrating toy snaps your resolve, sends that building pleasure at the base of your spine exploding forward. It shoots out, enters your limbs, makes the tips of your toes and fingers tingle. Your pussy clenches around the toy as Kyle sets a steady pace.

With his hands around your throat, you’re pinned between him and the counter, completely submissive to every stroke he gives. Your grip on the toy is weak, and you’re only able to move it in little bursts of energy at a time. The small, vibrating stump that presses on your clit lengthens your orgasm into an endless stream of haziness.

Kyle’s hold on your throat tightens a bit. It forces a slight arch in your back, your ass rising a bit more, giving Kyle better access to it. His hips move erratically now, and though you’re nearly gone yourself, you can still hear him distantly.

Kyle’s groans before he comes are sweet. He sounds completely lost, utterly surrendered to the feel of you. You might be the one bent over but Kyle is the one losing it.

“Fuck,” he groans, drawing it out.

Another wave of your orgasm floods through your body. This one is so intense that every muscle clenches and keeps clenching until the only thing you can do is cry out.

Kyle bends forward, his forehead resting against the back of your head as he grinds forward. The toy is still vibrating, and your body periodically jerks in response. It is Kyle’s hand that drops from your neck to between your legs that there is some relief.

He turns the toy off. Removes it from your body. Rests it gently on the counter.

You glance up into the mirror and immediately laugh.

The fresh mascara runs down your cheeks in black rivers.

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allllium · 1 month

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there are not nearly enough gaz fics!!! every cod fic I find is for soap, ghost, or price but whenever I try to find something for gaz it always involves the other three 🥲 pls someone give me recs, I would would be forever grateful 🙏🙏

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springtyme · 5 months

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐫 ♡

You befriend your new neighbour which leads to one fateful night with you and him ending up in bed together. Weeks later, you find out that your night with Kyle has come with an unexpected consequence. (18+ mdni!)

Kyle Gaz Garrick x afab!reader || Masterlist || Series playlist

Chapter 1 The Guy Next Door coming soon

Chapter 2 Back Home to You

More chapters to come

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lethalchiralium · 8 months

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10 Kisses He Gave You | Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x Reader

a/n: hi this was the SWEETEST thing i’ve ever read (i hate graves) but the prompt is so cute. here’s the inspo: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8Fr8EQN/ . credits to them for the idea!

warnings: slight nsfw!

summary: 10 kisses gaz gave you as he fell in love with you.

1. A kiss on your fingertip

One of the earlier dates, you had given yourself a paper cut on a menu. You winced a little, Gaz instantly took your hand in his own; no blood left the wound, just a little cut, and he moved it to his lips.

“Now you’ll be just fine.”

2. A kiss to your wrist

He complimented your bracelet, which made you laugh. It was the little bracelet he had purchased for you that night, he brought your intertwined hands up and placed his lips against your pulse with a gentle smile.

3. A kiss to your temple

His arms around you, your body perfectly snuggled on top of his. The couch was too small for the both of you, but he didn’t care. He’d stay awake all night to keep you laying on top of him, warm and content. He pulled the blanket up closer to your neck, pressing a kiss to your temple as he listened to your breathing; convincing himself that you were real, that you were with him.

That he was truly smitten.

4. A kiss to your forehead

He was finally back. Shoes against the cobblestones in London, running up to your door and knocking so fast. You opened it, his arms were instantly around you - lips placing a chaste kiss to your forehead as you whispered, “You’re home.”

Gaz looked around the small house.

“I am home.”

5. A kiss to your hair

Even in his sleepy daze, even when you were mad at him, you were still curled into his chest. The venom both of you spat earlier could only reach so far in the superficial wounds, Gaz worked through what you said in his head. You wanted him around more, you hated that he didn’t trust you - which was a lie, he trusted you more than he dared to admit - and you hated that it seemed like every time he came close, he took seven steps back like a terrified animal.

He cried that night. Upset with himself for not thinking about what could hurt you, what will eventually hurt you. Why leaving without telling you was and is the worst decision he could make.

He kissed the top of your head, promising to tell you when he would leave. Promising to tell you his real feelings in the morning. A prayer that you would accept him.

6. A kiss to your lips

It was no surprise in your tearful rant that you blurted out that you loved him. You loved Kyle Garrick. You loved him so much that you couldn’t breathe, you loved him so much that the sunshine never seemed to be warm without him there with you, you loved him so much that your life was colorless without him.

He couldn’t describe how fast his heart was beating as he grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you towards him and crashing his lips against your own. He couldn’t explain how colorful the fireworks in his body were, all because of you.

7. A kiss to your sternum

A quiet night where you gently massaged his neck and shoulders as he laid on top of you, his head placed right on your chest where he could clearly hear your heart. He kissed your sternum before resting, allowing you to gently massage his scalp. He whispered something only the lights in your living room could hear.

“I love you.”

8. A kiss to your thigh

He’s a panting mess. Sweat dribbling down his chest, eyes only on your sweet face as he was kneeled in between your legs. Your hands gripped at the sheets, your feet resting on his bare back as you tried to gain composure.

He kissed your thigh before he spoke in a sultry tone,

“Don’t be shy now, love.”

9. A kiss to your stomach

He was hot, sweaty, and miserable with a cold. Yet, you were kind enough to allow him to lay on you, your hands gently rubbing his shoulders as he mumbled out a groan of pain. His arms wrapped around your waist, eyes closed as your simple existence made him feel a more comfortable. He didn’t even realize he kissed your stomach, you just laughed and said, “Sweet boy.”

10. A kiss to your cheek

With a heavy heart, he watched your crystal tears drop down your face. Your hands held his, your lips begging for him to stay safe. He could hear your heart begging for him to stay, as if you knew he would get hurt.

He kissed your cheek, whispering words that knew meant nothing to you. “I’ll be alright.”

It was like you could predict the future.

Even as he’s hauled away in a medevac, all he could think about was spending the rest of his life with you. That and maybe changing where he hid the ring.

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the-whispers-of-death · 3 days

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Bookworm!Reader

This is the masterlist of all of the Bookworm!Reader Drabbles. This reader is gender neutral and with Kyle "Gaz" Garrick.

Meeting Gaz in the Library

Gaz Thinking You and Him Were Dating Already

A Book to Remember Me By

Homecoming

This may not be a completed list (it may be expanded upon)!

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dmitriene · 2 months

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THOUGHTS ABOUT VENTING WITH KYLE ON THE BEACH.

cw: tooth rotting fluff, comfort, established relationship, intimacy, lot of kisses, massaging, teasing, flirting, pet names, just a lot of romantic couple things, reader described as wearing a swimsuit. pairing: bf kyle gaz garrick x gf fem reader

author's note: that's my first ever try of writing for kyle, so he maybe might seem to ya'll ooc, or something else, but i just wanted to try and post something with him, so i hope that those who'll read it enjoy.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

the sun and slight coolness create a pleasant atmosphere on the morning beach, there are not many people yet, the pale sand has not had time to be filled with a huge number of plastic chairs and sun loungers, while the slightly warm rays play with reflections on the water and color the sand yellowish.

your trip to the beach with kyle was completely spontaneous, an idea that emerged during the dialogue that it would be nice to get out somewhere together to relax and unwind, especially considering that kyle has been sitting more at home lately, too tired from missions and definitely missing your presence to go somewhere from the comfort of home, therefore, the best option was the sea, light warmth, cool water, the images that popped up in kyle’s head, and not even yours, looked too tempting not to voice them

— “hmm, wha' abou' a beach, then, sunshine?„

that's why you were now sitting on his tailbone while kyle lay on his stomach on top of the beach mat, letting your hands touch his dark, sun glistening skin, starting from the bottom of his back and working up the white streaks of sunscreen, the cool, sticky texture making him shiver softly, practically arching, if not for the weight of your body pressing him down while you cover every visible part of his back with sun cream.

your hands slide to his shoulder blades, tracing the defined bones and muscles that tense and limp under your touch as your thumbs press in circular motions, moving to his shoulders, and kyle turns his head to the side, catching your slightly concentrated face, which causing him to have a wide, snow white smile, revealing his pointed fangs, while he practically purrs

— “can't really ge' enough of your touch on me, sweethear'„

his shameless flirting causes a small smile to tug at the corners of your lips as your body leans forward and you move your face closer to his, placing a quick kiss on his lips as he reaches back, propping himself up on his elbows and tilting his head to capture your lips with his, rubbing with his stubble against your skin and frowning his dark thick eyebrows with displeasure when you pull away from him, sliding off him and standing on the sand, flashing him a teasing smile and murmuring, playfully

— “well, i can't smear you with sunscreen until the evening?„

kyle laughs in response, propping himself up on his elbows and stretching to warm up after lying down for a long time, letting the sun's rays fall on his skin, illuminating him as his back and abs muscles work at the same time, rippling with every movement until he is fully on his feet, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you into the air without a single problem, narrowing his dark eyes in a smile, catching the sun with them and letting them light up as he lifts you slightly, placing his hands under your ass that is slightly opened by your swimsuit, allowing him to hide your pretty parts, while your hands rest on his shoulders

— “is tha' a question, sunshine? because my answer is definitely yes„

his slightly deep voice sparkles with perkiness, causing you to playfully roll your eyes back before you reach up to kiss him softly on the cheek, placing a warm kiss where he has a scar of two scratches, which brings a burning tenderness in his gaze, encouraging him to kiss you back just as reverently, fidgeting with his slightly plump lips against yours, his slightly shaved mustache tickling your skin as he presses closer to lick your lower lip and open a passage inside your mouth, freeing one hand from under your butt, and holding you on one, he touches the back of your head, pressing you deeper into the kiss, stroking your hair, until one of you pulls away.

and kyle does it first, allowing you to greedily draw in lungfuls of air through swollen and wet lips, not even paying attention to possible looks from the passing people, before you are brought back to reality by unexpected, literally childish behavior on his part, when he leans down and touches your nose with his, before biting the tip of your nose, and you gasp, your eyes immediately widening in surprise, before you furrow your brows and pinch his own nose, and he just breaks out into loud laughter, his body shaking and you with him while you mutter threateningly

— “you do this one more time and i would bury you in the sand, garrick!„

the laughter immediately becomes quieter, softening as he rubs his eyes from the slight accumulation of moisture there from approaching tears, before starting to walk towards the open sea along the sand, still holding you in his arms, even despite the slight frown in your eyebrows and feigned offense at his action, although it still touches him, which is why he bounces you slightly in his arms, jumping up, pressing his cheek against yours with an airy smooch and purring smugly

— “aww, come on, i'm sorry, sunshine, let's enjoy the woter, shall we?„

you look at kyle with suspicion, sincere, narrowing your eyes when he turns his head to look at you, smiling sickly sweetly, knowing that his charm always works without unnecessary problems, but you still give him a small warning, making him snort, but one way or another, listen to the end

— “don't try to pull out something silly again, i dare you„

he nods, as if obediently, but you see that sparkle in his brown eyes and it leaves nothing good to be desired, especially when kyle still gives you his answer, far from an agreement, but you can’t help but smile at his playfulness, sighing and resigned as you lay your head on top of his, kissing the top of his dark, curly hair, almost imperceptibly, but kyle is aware of your every warm touch

— “don' promise you anything, sweetie, but i migh' try„

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saintship · 8 months

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Hear me out on this one. Stupid as hell idea but I think it'd be funny.

Price has a daughter. She's a civilian and for security reasons she no longer has the same last name.

She starts to date Kyle (gaz) and they hit it off.

I just think the confrontation would be kinda funny if none of the three actually knew.

-ed anon (Eda)

The DRAMAAA

Finally getting some length back in my fics (not like that.)

Warnings because I've forgotten them the last like 10 fics: Meet-cute, fluff, swearing, Gaz having a british tantrum, Soap being a little shit

I’d do it again - Gaz x Price’s daughter!Reader

“You like her?”

Gaz startled slightly at Soap’s question, glaring in response. “What?”

“The lass.”

He looked to where Soap nodded subtly, at the girl he’d been downright staring at moments before. She just had a glow about her; from her clothes to her eyes, and when she laughed, air seemed to catch in his lungs.

“Dunno what you’re talkin’ about..” Gaz drank from his beer, tearing his gaze away.

“Oh, don’t give me that!” Soap gave what was meant to be friendly shove, but ended up causing Gaz to spill beer onto the front of his white sweater.

"Oi! Bellend, you are! You fuckin'-"

"Do you need some?"

Gaz was distracted from tackling his friend to the bar floor when your voice sounded beside him, soft and questioning. You held a handful of napkins under one arm, the other hand holding out a few to him.

"Thank you.."

Gaz took the napkins gently, gazing at you as if he'd been hypnotized.

"No problem." You smiled as your friends called obnoxiously for you to come back, waving quickly before returning to your seat.

"That was horrifying." Soap murmured, staring after you.

"Oh, shut up!" Gaz kicked his ankle, trying to soak the beer off his front. "You're the worst, this was brand new.." He complained.

"What I'm getting from this is that now you have an excuse to talk to her." Soap retorted proudly.

"Oh, right, like, 'Thanks for the napkins, wanna go out? I know I smell like beer, but that's all part of the charm!'" Gaz crushed up the napkins, setting them down next to his bottle.

"You've got it figured out!"

Gaz only groaned, resting his forehead briefly on the polished wood counter.

"At least Price stayed back, aye? He's a lot worse than me." Soap whispered as if Price would hear him from base.

Gaz hummed in agreement, recalling how a young woman had approached their Captain and only left with several embarrassing facts about Gaz rather than anything about the man she'd walked up to. He'd stayed back to catch up on work, encouraging Gaz and Soap to go on. As for Simon, he was where he'd gravitated toward at the beginning of the night; dominating the entire bar at pool one man and woman at a time.

"I'm heading back; do not follow me! Talk to her." Soap eased off his stool, leaving a bit of cash on the counter, and leaving Gaz with a clap to his shoulder.

"Night.." Gaz's focus returned to you, and with a quick breath, he downed the tail end of his drink and stood to approach you. You were at the jukebox by yourself, just scanning the options as an easy 70's track currently carried through the room.

He made sure you could see him coming as not to startle you, and to his surprise, you smiled.

"Hey.." He began gently.

"Hi. Looks like you got most of it out." You gestured to the slightly faded stain.

"Yeah.. thank you, by the way, for the uh.. napkins." Gaz inwardly cringed at himself, shifting his weight compulsively.

"Any time..." You tilted your head in question, and his heart exploded.

"Kyle. I'm Kyle.." He spit out.

You introduced yourself in return, and smiled a bit wider when he shook your hand.

So that was how you and Gaz began; over spilled beer in a 70's dive bar. Over the next month, you learned so much about each other it felt like you'd known him for years. Dinners, late night drives in his car with the top down and the street lamps reflecting off his stupidly perfect teeth. He couldn't help it when you knew exactly how to make him laugh, deeply and truly, especially when it felt like he never would again. You knew you couldn't know much about his job, and you decided it would be okay until something proved it wasn't. He was a breath of fresh autumn air; strong, patient, funny. You were done for.

When he offered to show you the primary SAS base he worked in, you nearly cried, which confused him and flattered him all at once.

"It's nothing special, really, it's-"

"It's a huge part of you." You'd replied firmly. "What's important to you is important to me."

And then Gaz was the one who's eyes were stinging.

It was a lengthy process to gain visitor clearance, but each step of the way only made you more ecstatic. He had asked the 141 to be in the common room for a bit, wanting to surprise them. When he pushed the door open, Soap and Ghost were there. He was slightly confused, but figured his Captain was the busiest of all of them.

Soap was warm and excitable as expected, making sure to embarrass Gaz as deeply as possible by recounting the events of the night you met. Ghost mostly observed, but appreciated your awareness and respect of his space. You answered his questions truthfully, and weren't afraid to quip back.

"Hate to leave so soon, lass, but we've got a meeting." Soap clapped Ghost on the shoulder as they both rose, and you followed suit.

"Good to meet you." Ghost murmured, shaking your hand with a surprising control of strength. You smiled and said your goodbyes, only turning to Gaz after they'd rounded the doorway.

"Was that okay?" You asked, fidgeting with your hands.

"Are you joking? They love you.." Gaz took the risk of kissing you in the open, stroking your cheek as he pulled away. "Not as much as me, though.." He said softly against your lips. You smiled into another kiss, leaning into the hand that stroked your back as he pulled away.

"I want to try to find Price.." He muttered, looking down the hall. At the first mention of his Captain's name, he noticed your eyes sharpen a bit, but focused on a doorway ahead, pulling you along gently.

Gaz stopped at a door and knocked. Your brow furrowed as your mind started to turn over, deflecting any thoughts that your boyfriend's military Captain could also be your-

"Dad." Your voice wavered nervously as you came face to face with exactly who you'd prayed this man not to be.

"Sweetheart?" Price murmured. He looked between you and Gaz a moment, then at your joined hands.

"She's not.." Price pointed at you as he muttered to Gaz.

"She is.. I'm so sorry, I didn't know-"

"Didn't know you were shagging my daughter?"

"Dad!" You hissed, at which he huffed, but conceded to settle down.

"Sir, I swear to you, I had no idea." Gaz released your hand to show his palms in surrender, fear flickering in his eyes.

"Fuckin' hell.." Price leaned back on one foot, one hand on his hip while the other stroked his jaw.

Gaz glanced back at you. "Why don't you have the same-"

"Why do you think?" Price snapped.

"It shouldn't matter, he's the best guy I've ever been with." You defend your relationship fiercely.

"Really?" Gaz murmured.

"Sergeant." Price grunted. Gaz returned to his meek position of silence. 'Is that really true, darling?" He asked you softly.

"Yes."

He sighed deeply, his head rocking from side to side for a moment as if to satiate the angel and devil on his shoulders. "Let me ask you something." He pointed to Gaz. "If you had known. Would you still have been with her?"

Gaz squirmed under the intense pressure, but couldn't bring himself to lie.

"Yes, sir. I would."

Price laid a gloved hand on Gaz's shoulder, and the young Sergeant looked near ready to faint. A beat of silence passed, before Price spoke, his words all the confirmation that any of them needed.

"Good lad."

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yawnderu · 28 days

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imagine graves flirting with reader while gearing up for a mission and it pisses gaz off so gaz just pulls reader's mask down and kisses them on the lips but keeps their face hidden with his hand 🤭🤭

Do u remember the way Gaz simply stared at Graves when he tried to give him a hand shake and a fist bump? I feel like jealous Gaz would be just like that— quiet, keeping it professional, but not afraid to show an asshole like Graves that you're his.

It's not like Graves has seen your face either way, so you can expect him to turn your body around, pulling your mask down and giving you a long kiss, keeping eye contact with Graves as he does.

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gloomwitchwrites · 1 month

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Break Up with Your Toxic Boyfriend (1 of 4)

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Female Reader

Content & Warnings: emotional hurt/comfort, brief discussion of verbal and emotional injury, protective Kyle, unprotected piv (wrap it up irl), creampie

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Part of the Imagines & What If Series

With no one to turn to, you contact Gaz, knowing that he'll listen. But old instincts are hard to ignore, and Gaz comes to you because your current boyfriend isn't worth your love. He needs you to understand that.

ao3 // taglist // main masterlist // break up with your toxic boyfriend masterlist

It’s late. The colors on the television are bright in the dark room. Sound is off but Kyle isn’t watching. It’s more for the background. A distraction. All the muscles in his body ache. That’s how it always is when he returns from another deployment.

Everything is fine until he arrives home and plops onto the sofa. Like a slumbering bear emerging from winter hibernation, his body reacts to the sudden silence of rest as if peace isn’t something Kyle deserves. It’s why he’s always gone, and because of his continuous absences, you left.

Lonely. You were always lonely with him, and it’s because Kyle made it so. It’s a constant regret that sits in the back of his throat like spice buildup. It burns. Rages. Simmers.

When Kyle’s phone starts buzzing, he doesn’t notice at first. The screen is bright like the television, but it isn’t until its rattling boxy body shifts that Kyle’s gaze glances downward. He considers leaving it, allowing the caller to fall to voicemail, but something stirs in his stomach. It hooks his attention.

Perhaps it’s the late hour or the sudden tightness in his chest. Something is bothering him like stubborn sticky spots on the kitchen floor.

Kyle sits up, reaching for the vibrating phone on the tabletop.

Your name scrolls across the screen.

At first, Kyle’s mind cannot comprehend it. The letters that make up your name move over the screen of the phone in a blur, almost like they’re moving too quickly. But that isn’t possible. Kyle’s mind simply cannot comprehend why the hell you’re calling him this late at night.

You are no longer his. The two of you aren’t together. You moved on and rightfully so. Kyle has seen all the social media posts, and sometimes the blokes at work might bring you up, usually to provoke him. But the fucking joke is on them. The separation was mutual. It was kind and calm and fine.

But that doesn’t mean Kyle hasn’t thought about you. There is no box inside his head to put you in. There is no hole or lock or key or barren wasteland where he could simply toss your memory into and forget.

Kyle didn’t want to pull away. He didn’t want to let you go.

But you weren’t happy. He was always gone, and still is. Kyle never figured out how to be a partner to you when he was a partner to his work.

He regrets not fighting for you. He regrets not speaking up instead of gently bowing out.

And it’s late. It’s fucking late. Why are you calling him?

Hope—or a sliver of it—blooms in his chest, twisting around inside his body like ribbons around bone. When the feeling pulls taut, that excitement slides into worry.

The two of you are not together.

You rarely call him.

But his phone is buzzing.

And you are waiting on the other end.

Kyle’s slides his thumb across his phone’s screen, answering the call. He brings it up his ear, and that is when he hears it—a choked inhalation. It is one he recognizes. You’re crying, and trying to hide it.

“What’s wrong?” asks Kyle automatically, the instinct to take care of you rising to the surface.

There is a soft sniffle before you speak. “It’s—fuck. I’m sorry for calling you this late. I didn’t think you’d even pick up. Or be home. Are you home? Shit. I—”

“What’s wrong?” he repeats, because there has to be something wrong. You’re calling him, not your boyfriend. “Are you hurt?”

The idea of someone putting hands on you builds in his mind. It is followed by so many other possibilities. A wrecked car. Someone following you home. Everything.

“No—I mean.” You pause, sighing. The difficulty to communicate doesn’t sit right with him. You’re clearly in distress and the need to fix it is unbearable.

“Are you at home?” This time Kyle lowers his voice. Makes it soft. Gentle.

“Yes,” you answer.

He nods as if you can see him. “I’m coming over.” Kyle is already pushing off the couch, shrugging on his coat, and reaching for his keys.

“Kyle.” You say his name—just his name—and it says so much.

The ribbon between his bones loosens. Tightens. Ties his emotions and memory of you all together until your face is all he can picture.

“I’ll be there in twenty.”

Kyle makes it in fifteen.

When you answer the door, Kyle shatters like glass hurled against the wall. Your eyes are red and puffy from crying. The look on your face dances between anger, sadness, and relief. He has no idea where on the spectrum he currently sits but this vision of you only puts him back to those days when he’d come home for a few days, taking off again, leaving you with nothing for stretches at a time.

There are no awkward greetings. No embarrassed flushes. Kyle does not hesitate, and you open for him. He reaches for you, and you answer in kind, embracing Kyle so hard you might squeeze the air from his lungs.

That would be fine. Kyle would happily suffocate.

Kyle stands and holds you, breathing in your familiar scent, pressing his face into your hair. His eyes close, and it’s just like before. Like you never left him. The sensation of you this close ignites every possessive part of him. It tells him to not let go and to keep you close.

But you are not his woman. Not anymore. And yet you should be.

He does not pull away until you do. But you don’t retreat into your flat, or slip out of reach. You stay right where you are, the two of you hovering just inside the doorway. On instinct, Kyle is touching you, one hand cupping the side of your face, your tears staining his skin where he touches your flesh. His other hand is on your upper arm, thumb rubbing across the bare skin there in gentle strokes.

You begin to melt, the muscles in your body relaxing. What Kyle wants to do is to take you to the couch or the bed, to drape you over his body, to place you in his lap. That is the intimacy he craves. It’s what he would do if you were still his.

Those gorgeous lips of your part, mouth opening as if you wish to speak, but whatever you want to say is lodged in your throat. In their place come fresh tears and sudden shifts of emotions that range from frustration to despair.

You’re hurting. You’re hurting so much, and Kyle only wants to fix things.

“Look at me,” murmurs Kyle, both hands now cradling your face. “Let’s get you settled. Yeah?” You nod, your small smile forced. “Come with me,” he coaxes.

He draws away and gently reaches out to take your hand, guiding you over to the sofa. He instructs you to recline, grabbing a few more pillows and a blanket. Once you’re all tucked in, Kyle digs around in your kitchen searching for snacks while the kettle boils for tea.

The need to take care of you is overwhelming. Kyle’s head throbs from the incessant voice that tells him to get you calm, to make you comfortable, to listen when you’re ready. The routine is easy, and Kyle provides, executing what you need without prompting or even second guessing it.

And you open up for him. Thank him. Reach out with your hand to hold his as he sits next to you on the couch. You’re calmer now with your tears wiped away and your face no longer puffy.

“Ready to talk about it?”

Your thumb runs along the edge of your mug. “Still want to hear it?”

“You can tell me anything,” he replies automatically.

You lick your lips and inhale. “He yelled at me.” By the defeat in your tone, Kyle can immediately tell that this isn’t the first time.

Kyle stays quiet, allowing you to take the lead, to tell it however you need to.

“This time it happened after we met up with some of his friends. I called him ‘boyfriend’ and got a few odd looks. In the car he told me not to call him that. I didn’t understand so I pushed.” You glance down at your tea. “He screamed the whole ride home. Dropped me off here and wouldn’t even look at me.”

Kyle goes cold all over. You’ve been with this guy for almost six months and he’s upset that you referred to him as your ‘boyfriend?’ No. Fuck him. That’s fuck boy behavior. That’s a man who wants all the benefits without any of the commitment. You don’t deserve that. And this fucker doesn’t deserve you.

Sighing, you reach for your phone and unlock it, turning it around to present it. Kyle takes it, staring at the screen. There are texts upon texts from the guy, all of which you’ve left unanswered. It starts as an apology and quickly becomes angrier as he scrolls.

But you did answer him. It’s the very last message. You sent it just before you called Kyle.

We’re done, it reads.

And there is no answering reply. There are no pulsing bubbles to even indicate that he’s formulating a response.

Good. Fucking good.

Kyle extends his arm, returning the phone. You don’t lock it. You shut it down, tossing it onto the table. Placing the mug of tea down, you sit up, staring intensely into Kyle’s eyes. There is so much he sees there, but he won’t move first even though he wants to, even though he wants you to return to his arms so he can remind you just how perfect the two of you are for each other.

But sometimes memory and the movement of it are just the length of a singular breath.

Maybe it is Kyle that moves first. Maybe it is you. In moments—seconds—you are straddling Kyle’s lap, arms laced around the back of his neck, your mouths pressed together in perfectly wanton need, a reunion that shakes every bone in his body.

You are fresh air. Cold ice cream on a hot summer day. Strawberries with sugar and cream. Sweet. Perfect. And only for his consumption. That is always how it should be.

Kyle’s hands slide up your body, over every curve.

“I miss you. I miss you all the time,” you confess, fingers digging into the front of his shirt.

Your admission is validation.

“I’d never tell you to not call me ‘boyfriend,’” murmurs Kyle against your mouth before going in for another kiss. “I’d want to hear you say it all the time.”

His words are a promise. An invitation.

Take me back. Please. Choose me.

Your lips part and Kyle slides his tongue inside, relearning your flavor. It is heaven dissolving on his tongue. He chases it, chases you, until you’re tugging at his clothes, wanting them gone.

It doesn’t matter that this is your sofa. If you want him, Kyle will lay himself bare, let you have whatever the fuck you want. There isn’t much to remove from you, but once the two of you are bare and you are straddling his lap, Kyle gives all his love and attention to these next moments.

Your body briefly resists, and then it melts, allowing him entrance. Kyle wraps one arm around your waist, hand splayed over your lower back to support your weight as you roll your hips up and down his cock. His other hand holds onto the side of your throat, keeping your gaze on him as you fuck yourself on him.

It’s glorious. Perfect. You are so slick and warm around him. He never forgot, but the real thing is better than memory. Better than his hand in the shower or the dark. You are moaning, light and wavering and only for him.

Your fingers dig in, nails clawing but not tearing. On the next rock of your hips, Kyle slides deep, and the sound you make nearly snaps his control. He holds fast, hand sliding to squeeze your ass as your movements become frantic and with no purposeful rhythm. You’re seeking your end, and Kyle wants you to have it. He needs you to have it.

“Come on my cock, love. For me. Yes. Like that.” You squeeze and Kyle groans loudly. “That’s it. Fucking hell, love.

You turn your face into his neck to stifle the cry that erupts from your throat as your orgasm hits you. Kyle nearly finishes himself, your pussy a vice around him, claiming him. A shudder runs through your limbs, and then you’re nipping at Kyle’s neck and jaw.

“Finish inside me,” you whimper, drawing back enough to gaze into his eyes.

Kyle doesn’t need you to say it twice.

Changing position, Kyle slides both hands to the curve of your ass. Lifting, he shifts you until he’s propped up on his knees. Your legs drape over his arms, completely open for him. You cling to him and Kyle brings your bodies together over and over again.

He will finish—he will, but Kyle needs to hear that word first.

“Are you mine?” he asks between clenched teeth. It’s the only thing keeping him steady. He’s ready to snap, ready to release.

You nod and it isn’t enough.

“Say it.”

“Yours.”

“Mine.”

Kyle grinds his pelvis against you, rubbing perfectly across your already sensitive clit. You cry out, clench around him again, but still, he needs to hear you say it.

“What am I to you?”

“Kyle,” you moan, and he laughs.

“Not that.” A little spasm runs through you and Kyle feels it reverberate all the way to his brain. “Won’t give you what you want until you say it.”

You gasp as the next thrust punches the air from your lungs. “Boyfriend,” you manage to whimper. “You’re my boyfriend.”

Fucking right.

Kyle immediately takes you to your back on the couch, thrusting a few more times before pressing taut, sealing your bodies together as his own release overcomes him.

His mouth meets yours and Kyle’s body is singing, pulsing, and bright.

You are his.

You are his again.

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Garrick's Garage

Mechanic!Kyle Garrick x Fem!Reader

A/N: This has been in my drafts since July... I don't wanna talk about my babies that are drowning in there right now.

*clunk*

You groaned while turning up the sound on your radio and ignored the sound your car was currently making. You knew you probably should get it checked out but you knew it sounded expensive and your bank account was screaming at you already.

When you turned the corner to where you work you drove over a pothole and cringed when you heard something make a bang sound. On second thought maybe you should visit the garage on your way home... if you make it home that is.

When you finished your day at work you got into your car - which was sadly still making the same noise as this morning - and drove in the direction of where you knew your local garage was. You felt a flurry of nerves in your stomach as you knew you're either going to be charged a hefty fee due to the damage to your car or because you're a woman who had no idea where to start with cars. Perhaps both.

As you drove up outside you saw the sign 'Garrick's Garage' and sighed before getting out and walking under the shutter doors. You noticed the tools scattered around a car but no one was around that you could see so instead of venturing further you decide to call out.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" you stayed pretty close to the entrance just in case you needed to run away or something like that. Playing with your fingers nervously you looked around at the walls and saw a photo of different men, perhaps different generations of owners.

"Hello? oh- hi sorry for the wait there was a squirrel on the loose in the back" a man says while pointing his thumb behind him where you assume he just came from.

A squirrel?

"So what can I help you with?" he smiles and you swear your brain froze for a second.

"Um well… there's something wrong with my car" you avert your gaze from his face and copy his movements from earlier and point your thumb to where your car currently sits. He moves forward with the same smile on his face "Let's go take a look at it then"

You show him your car and let him take it for a little drive, you cringed as you watched him go up the road and hear the monstrosity of a noise it was making. He came back and drove it inside of the garage, turning off the engine and stopping the noise. He exited the vehicle and turned to you with a grim look on his face.

"How long has it been making this noise?"

"Nearly a month?"

"A month?! please tell me you are joking" you don't say anything and he sighs heavily while resting his hand on the top of the roof. He taps his fingers against the metal before pushing himself back and walking into the back of the garage.

Another man appears as soon as he disappears and gives you a warm smile "Hey darling, this yours?" he sucks in his breath as he takes in the sight of your car and lets out a whistle "This is a blast from the past if I ever saw one" he chuckles before knocking on the window and peering inside.

You have quite an old car due to it being the only thing you can afford, and only being able to afford a rustbucket means more… rust.

“Had one of these in this exact colour when I first passed, his name was boris and phew the amount of women I got with this thing-”

“Could you please not scare away our customer with your ancient history John. Sorry about him, it's the old age” he whispers the last part behind the back of his hand and you giggle softly and watch as John whacks him over the head with a dirty rag.

“Cheeky fucker, my ears still work fine you know. If he bothers you any love, give us a shout and I’ll sort him for you” he shouts to you while giving you a wink and retreating away into the back.

What the hell was back there? A magic kingdom of hot men?

You stood awkwardly against a cool wall while watching the mechanic do his work, he mutters something about your car to himself and pulls open the front.

He pokes his head out from the side and beckons you over with his hand. Moving away from the solid wall your legs carry you to the front of your car where the hood is open to you. Looking inside you raise an eyebrow and turn to him “What am I supposed to be looking at?” glancing at you from the corner of his eye his hand moves down and wiggles something with his hand. When he looks at your face for a reaction you just shrug your shoulders and he sighs before pulling his hand out of your car.

“This. This isn't supposed to move, like at all” he emphasises the words and you open your mouth like an idiot “ohhh right… bad?”

“Very bad, yes” he lets out a breathy laugh and you bite your lip nervously “Sooo is this an easy thing to fix? Or no?”

“I’ll have to take a look underneath as well but it should be” a small sense of relief ran through you at his words and he pointed to a chair in the corner you could go and sit on. You retreat to the wheelie chair and sit down while looking around.

You had checked your phone for at least ten minutes until you got bored, there was a radio playing in the background and the man hummed along.

“How long have you worked here?” you ask, hoping you’re not disturbing him.

“My whole life. My dad owned this place and ran it alongside his father and now it's mine” your eyes wandered back over to the wall with photos on and spotted a young boy that looked a lot like the man you were talking to.

“So I'm guessing this is you?” He looks up and smiles while unscrewing something with his right hand. “Yup all me, missing teeth and everything” you look closer at the gappy smile and laugh softly.

“Love the freaky bear in your hand” you say while eyeing the stuffed bear that has one eye and a missing arm in his iron grip.

“Ah Gaz the bear, accidently left him on a beach to defend my sand castle while I went swimming. Never saw him again”

“Well wherever Gaz is now I hope he had a good life” you fake a salute and hear a snort come from behind you. “You're saluting my lost bear?”

“What? I know how it feels to lose a loved one”

You let him go back to his work as you sit back in the chair. The conversation goes silent until he slams the hood of your car down and it startles you. He sees you flinch and holds his hands up in the air “Sorry, didn't mean to scare you” you wave him off and regain the normal speed of your heartbeat.

“I'll just take a look underneath and we’ll be done here” he says while holding his finger down on a button and waiting for your car to lift up into the air. “That didn’t take long”

“Were you expecting it to take longer?” you shrug your shoulders and think for a moment. “Well yeah… it sounded awful so I just assumed something would be seriously wrong with it”

“Well from what i'm seeing under here, your car is in great shape surprisingly” he chuckles while he holds a light up and inspects the underside of your car. You scoff and shake your head “so the rustbucket isn't a rustbucket?”

“No it isn't! You should be proud about that”

“The guy who sold it me said it was shitty and wouldn’t last me a year”

“And when did he say that?”

“Three years ago…”

He ducks his head while exiting under your vehicle and wipes his dirty fingers on his overalls, he lowers the car back down and opens your car door.

Getting inside, he backs it out of the garage and drives the same route he did before. Your mouth opens in shock as you don’t hear a sound other than the car just being on. He parks up against the curb and rolls down the window “how's that?”

You remain speechless as you realise you could’ve probably just come to the garage sooner than having to torture yourself with listening to that noise for an entire month.

“I take that as a good sign?” he laughs while pointing to your face, quickly shutting your mouth you smile joyfully at him.

“Thank you so much, how much do I owe you?” you reach for your purse but he grabs your wrist “Nothing, it wasn’t much trouble”

“Are you sure? I’ll feel bad if I don’t leave you anything” you look into his brown eyes and see the sun reflecting off them. “Well this is me telling you that you don’t need to feel bad” he smiles again and before he walks away you grab his hand “Can I at least leave a tip?” he looks down at where your hand grips his dirty one but you don’t care about the grime that covers them.

“There is something you could do”

“What?”

“Go on a date with me, this Saturday” you see a smile grace his lips and you nod your head at his offer “Okay, yeah I’ll go on a date with you” he asks for your phone and he puts his number inside and sends himself a text before passing it back to you.

You look at the contact and smile “Well I'll see you Saturday, Kyle” you say while leaving him and getting into your car. He waves as you leave the street and as soon as he turns around three pairs of eyes stare back at him.

“Unbelievable”

“How does he do it every time?”

“You're just jealous it doesn’t work for you Johnny”

“Oh yeah? And how many women do you get Simon, huh?…Yeah that's what I thought”

Kyle watches as John moves away and Simon approaches with an unreadable look on his face, Johnny gulps and Kyle smirks before walking away.

“No, no, don't leave me!”

“You're on your own bro, I'm going for my break”

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