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clementine-thedestroyer · 3 days

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Kinktober Day 29/30: Piss + humiliation - Gaz x reader

Tags/warnings: Fem!reader, fingering, no piss drinking, only wetting yourself. Humiliation, praise, fingering, being called princess, love, baby, and good girl.

No, what are you talking about. It’s not April, it’s October 30th.

Basically, Gaz helps you through your first time trying this kind of thing out with him when you can’t let go on your own.

“Come on baby, I know you can do it for me.” Gaz coos, holding your head up with a hand on each side of your temple and his fingers threaded through the roots of your hair, keeping you looking up at him.

You sob, squirming, wanting nothing more than to look away and hide your face. Your cheeks feel hotter than the sun with need and humiliation and fat, ugly tears streak your face- all while Gaz looks down at you with a sweet look of condescending adoration.

Even through your clothes, the tile of the shower floor feels uncomfortably cold against your legs as you sit with your knees spread to the sides.

You have to pee, you have to pee so, so bad. You couldn’t stop squirming at this point- bouncing and wiggling and doing anything you could to distract yourself from the raging pressure of your bladder.

You’d been holding it all day- trying to delay this exact situation, but eventually Gaz had gotten fed up, dragging you to the two of you’s shower and telling you that you weren’t getting up off the tile until you’d gone for him.

“I-I can’t!” You say, more tears slipping out of your eyes.

Gaz frowns, stroking at your tear-stained cheek with his thumb.

“Yes you can. Come on baby, just let go for me. You’ll feel so much better after you do, I promise.”

You let out another sob. The skin around your stomach feels too tight, your bladder feels like it’s about to burst, but the shame at the idea of wetting yourself- no matter how much you knew Gaz and you both loved and agreed to this scene- was too much, so you just squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head.

“What’s with the crocodile tears, love?” Gaz asks, kneeling down to your level and squishing your cheeks together to make you look back at him.

“I can’t do it!” You cry, words muffled by Gaz’s squishing of your face. You’d tried to- you really had, to just go. But you couldn't, you couldn’t force yourself to let go in front of Gaz.

Gaz smirks, taking one of his hands down to push at your distended lower belly, right at your bladder.

“I think you can.” He says, only smiling wider when you yelp and jerk your hips away from him. “Do you need some help, princess?”

You crumple, sniffling back snot as you duck your head and nod.

Gaz grins, getting on his knees on the edge of the shower and scooting you back so you were backed up against the wall so you couldn’t squirm away before gently starting to press on your bladder. You instinctively try to jerk your hips away again, eyes widening and face flaming as you feel a trickle of piss start to escape you.

Gaz grins knowingly, rubbing at your clit with his other hand and- oh, oh that does it. Your body lets go as your hips stutter and jerk into his hand. The burning humiliation proves too much, your chest is wracked with sobs as warm piss soaks into your bottoms and down the shower drain and a pang of arousal shoots through you.

Immediately, Gaz is there, cooing soft praises as he holds you close against him and continues to rub your clit, cooing soft praises into your ear as he rubs your back and lets you sob into his shoulder.

“Good girl, good girl. Did so good for me, didn’t you? Just needed a little help to let go- that’s alright, it’s okay, precious.” He says, holding you tight even as piss continues to pour out of you, even soaking into his own pants somewhat too.

To your horror, your holding of your piss seems to come back to bite you, as even after your stream starts to dwindle, piss continues to dribble out of you for at least half a minute after you feel done.

Throughout it all, Gaz continues to sooth you, praising and loving on you and continuing to rub at your clit until your sobs and sniffles turn into moans and whimpers.

His hand finds its way lower, not carrying about the piss soaked fabric clinging to your skin and slipping his fingers between your folds easily with how slick they are from your own arousal.

Gaz laughs softly at the discovery of how utterly soaked you are, kissing you softly before having you look up at him.

“Aw, did my poor girl make a mess of herself?” He teases, and you can’t help but moan desperately and nod, clutching at him as you move your hips and practically ride his fingers.

“That’s okay love, I’ll take care of you.” He says, mouthing a kiss at the side of your neck as he fucks you with his fingers, cooing and praising you when you come with a sob from just the two digits.

“Good girl,” He says, smiling at you lovingly, all traces of the earlier condescension gone. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” He finishes before turning on the shower, pressing a final loving kiss to your lips before starting to get the two of you cleaned up.

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daisies-daydreams · 3 months

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hello! ^^ would you be up for writing some Gaz/Price hurt/comfort? The details I'll leave up to you and your wonderfully creative brain, I'm sure I'll love anything you write :3

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Everything's Alright (Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x F!Reader)

Pairing: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x F!Reader Category: Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Depictions of Infertility, Low Self-Esteem, Nudity (non-sexual), Swearing Word Count: TBA A/N: Hi there! Thank you very much for your request. I honestly feel like I haven't written for Gaz as much - so I'm glad to see a request for him in my inbox! I hope you enjoy! Song Rec: Everything's Alright (Laura Shigihara - To the Moon OST)

You flinched when you felt someone lay a hand on your shoulder.

"Thought I'd find you out here," your husband, Kyle, drawled with a soft look in his eyes. You sniffed and wiped at your puffy cheeks as you turned your attention back to the crystal blue lake lapping at the sandy shore.

"Mind if I sit?" he asked. You remained silent, your voice long gone from the wailing that echoed through the small lakeside cabin for hours on end. You eventually gave a small nod as you pulled your knees up to your chest, your long dress billowing in the cool summer wind. Kyle grunted as he sat next to you on the porch swing, the windchimes hanging just above your heads singing as a strong breeze passed through the valley. A heavy silence remained between the two of you as you gently swayed on the swing.

"I'm so sorry," you gulped and rested your forehead on your knees. Kyle turned to you. You tensed as he laid a hand on your upper back and rubbed it tenderly. You choked on another sob as you shook your head. "I-I thought that it would really work this time," you cried as you clutched the negative pregnancy test in your fist. Your husband suddenly pulled you into his side, your tears soaking his soft, dark t-shirt all the way through. A low rumble rose from his chest as he stroked his fingers through your hair and pressed his lips to the crown of your head.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry," you repeated as you trembled in his arms. Kyle hushed you as he continued to delicately brush your hair.

"It's alright. We'll just try again next-" you shook your head as you curled his shirt in your other fist. You gritted your teeth as you desperately fought the urge to scream into his chest.

"I don't want to, Kyle," you choked. He immediately rested a hand on your lower back as you clenched your jaw. "I'm not ready to be disappointed again...to disappoint you again," you confessed with a heavy sob. Your husband pulled back a little, his dark brows furrowed.

"Honey...what are you talking about? You've never disappointed me," he frowned while brushing a strand of messy hair from your face. You sniffled and shook your head.

"I just...we've been trying to have a baby for so long, Ky," you sighed while bracing your hands on his chest. Your husband's brows remained knitted together as you took a deep breath. "You've always wanted a family of your own, and I-I can't give that to you," your eyes burned as more tears rolled down your cheeks. "I'm so, so sorry..." you said with a broken cry. Kyle shook his head as he suddenly pulled you onto his lap, his lips gently pressed to your temple as he cooed.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, love," your beloved whispered. His words did little to comfort your aching heart as your body grew unbearably heavy. The porch swing continued to sway in the summer winds as the sky began to dance with bright oranges and navy blues. "You've done nothing wrong, (Y/N)," Kyle continued before peppering your face with soft kisses. You sighed heavily as you kept your hands on his body.

"B-But you've always wanted kids of your own," you muttered with a frown. Kyle hummed as he stroked your arm and lower back.

"I did always say that...but - look at me," he said a bit firmly. You refused to gaze into his eyes, a small part of you still afraid that your husband would be staring at you in disgust. You swallowed thickly before shifting your gaze, your heart melting a little when you met his soft, brown eyes. Kyle grinned before he pecked your forehead. He sighed as he rested his forehead against yours.

"Just because we haven't been able to have kids of our own doesn't make me think any less of you," he whispered softly. Your cheeks warmed while your heart skipped a beat. "I didn't marry you just to have some kids, (Y/N). I married you because you're witty," he kissed your nose. "Compassionate," his lips found purchase on your cheek before he cupped your face. "And overall...the most wonderful woman I've ever met," Kyle murmured before planting a tender kiss to your lips. You sighed and relaxed in his arms as you rested a hand on his shoulder, your warm lips dancing with his in a slow, sweet dance. You sighed as the two of you parted.

"I thought you said you married me because I had a nice ass?" you raised a brow while trying to break the tension inside you. Kyle blinked before a small chuckle escaped his lips.

"I was drunk when I said that, lovie," he explained. "But that might be another reason," Kyle added with a wink. You rolled your eyes as he laughed. His cheerful expression slowly shifted as he took a deep breath. "How are you feeling now?" he asked with a gentle voice. You sighed and shifted in his lap.

"A little better, but not one-hundred percent," you frowned while smoothing your hands over his shoulders. Kyle hummed as he rested his hands on your hips.

"That's understandable," he said. You nodded and looked away, the voice of shame still reverberating inside your mind. You gasped when Kyle suddenly picked you up bridal style and started to make his way inside.

"Ky?" you blinked as he marched through the double doors and made a sharp turn towards the master bedroom. You tilted your head when he set you down on the edge of the tub. His expression was still soft as he turned on the faucet, his lips curled into an eager smile as his eyes lit up.

"Would you let me pamper you tonight, lovie?" he cooed before taking your hand and pressing his lips to your knuckles. Your cheeks flushed as a small smile crept over your features.

"Oh, Kyle," you breathed before pulling him into a tight hug. Your husband chuckled softly as he kissed your temple. You sighed as he rolled your dress above your shoulders, his eyes soft and lit with pure affection while he helped you undress. Soon both of your sets of clothes were piled onto the floor before he turned off the faucet.

"M'lady," Kyle said as he took your hand and ushered you into the tub.

"Thank you, Sir Garrick," you giggled as he helped you in. You sighed as the warm water surrounded your skin, drawing you to sink further into the tub. Kyle hummed as he slipped in behind you, his muscular legs on either side of your body as you leaned back. Your heart fluttered as your husband wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled his nose into the back of your head.

"Kyle?" you piped up. Your beloved grunted in reply as he continued to hold you. You bit your lip as you took a deep breath. "Did you really mean what you said on the deck?" you asked, your voice wavering as a lump swelled in your throat. Kyle shifted behind you, his warm breath falling over your shoulder as he sighed.

"Of course I did, baby," he murmured before planting a soft peck to your exposed skin. "Each and every word," he continued while lovingly stroking your arms. You swallowed with a quiet nod. "You still having thoughts about it?" Kyle whispered into your ear. Your throat tightened as you dipped your head down.

"Yeah," you simply replied. Your beloved nodded before resting his chin on your shoulder.

"You still wanna talk about it?" he asked. You sighed heavily and watched the water ripple around your legs.

"I...I don't know," you confessed before closing your eyes. You felt him nod again before he reached over and grabbed the luffa.

"Why don't I scrub your back for you, hm?" he suggested with a gentle tone. You cracked a small grin before you leaned forward.

"That sounds wonderful," you beamed. Kyle returned your smile before he spread some rose-scented body wash onto the plush luffa. You closed your eyes as he began to gently scrub your back, each stroke leaving your muscles more and more relaxed. You smiled as he poured water onto your back, the sound lulling you closer to sleep.

"You want me to keep going?" Kyle asked. You slowly opened your eyes and yawned.

"If you want to," you said. Your husband clicked his tongue.

"Doesn't matter what I want right now: tonight's about pampering you," he said with a slow peck on your cheek. You smiled tiredly as your body began to feel heavy.

"Could we...could we get out and cuddle in bed instead?" you asked. Kyle chuckled as he set the luffa aside.

"Absolutely," he grinned. You squealed as he picked you up bridal style again before wrapping a fresh, fluffy towel around you. You watched as he unplugged the drain before wrapping a towel around his waist.

The two of you shuffled into the bedroom, the ceiling fan humming lowly as you dried yourselves off. You smiled as you slipped beneath the comforter, your eyelids growing heavier by the second as your husband shuffled in beside you. You rested your head against his chest as he wrapped his toned arms around you and hooked his ankle over yours. Your mind began to drift as you listened to the steady beating of his heart.

"I love you, (Y/N)," Kyle murmured while mindlessly tracing shapes against your upper back. You opened your eyes and glanced up, smiling as you kissed his warm, plush lips.

"I love you, too, Ky," you whispered back. Soon enough, the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms, the warmth and love from your husband filling the empty cracks in your heart as you drifted off to sleep.

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azereus · 2 months

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Epaulette Shark Hybrid! Gaz x Gn! Reader Headcanons

Warnings: Pre-established relationship, no pronouns expect for you, and ends kind of abruptly whoops-

@puff0o0 told me to do this ‼️

The relationship started a bit rocky in all honesty. Him being a mershark and thus confined to water made it difficult for him to visit you. And it wasn't like he could live in a pool in your backyard or your shower or bath

But other than that, it was pretty okay all things considered

You'd visit him when you can, have little 'dates' where he'd show you a cool cave he found or some other hidden area

But, if you live on or near a beach, it makes things easier distance wise. Expect to find Gaz on one of the shore rocks waiting for you in the early morning either way

Once you find him, he gives you a gift! Like a cool seashell or maybe a pearl. You most likely have a jar or a drawer filled with the things he brought you due to him bring you gifts every other day

He's anxious giving you things because he fears they might not be good enough please tell him you love the gifts

He's like a dog when it comes to the back of his ears getting scratched. He enjoys the small bit of affection. It normally ends up with him nipping/biting at your hand though ^^"

Actually scratch that. He likes trying to bite or nip at you regardless of what you were doing before hand

But He'll keep apologizing to you if he accidentally clamped down too hard and hurt you!! He doesn't mean to hurt you, he just forgets his own strength sometimes

Tries to make up for it by doubling the gifts until it heals. Which isn't very long all things considered. It's like a cat bite, just larger in size

He once crawled out of the sea just to tackle hug you once he spotted you walking towards him

Think like that one stereotype where the dog owner comes home and the dog runs up to them at the door and tackles them to the ground. That's basically what Gaz did

He has golden retriever boyfriend energy taken literally

I'll probably add more to this if people are interested but this is all I got 😔

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mlmxreader · 4 months

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The Perfect Husband | Kyle Gaz Garrick x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Can I request Gaz with the prompt 60 "It's cold, and I want a cuddle"

Thanks ❞

: ̗̀➛ Gaz is always happy when he comes home, but ever since marrying you, he's always been his happiest when he's there.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, smoking

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Two years, six months, eight days and five hours. That’s how long you and Gaz had been married upon him walking through the door after his latest deployment; for six months, seven days, and two hours, he had been gone.

But he was here now, although he looked tired and worn down, large bags under his eyes and a slightly hazy look in his eyes as he fought back the urge to yawn. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and allowing the scent of home to welcome him.

Fresh coffee, the sound of the kettle just and just turning on again, the warmth from radiators that had been turned on for hours; he smiled, dumping his bag and hanging his cap on the hook next to your thick Winter coat.

Humming under his breath, he kicked his bag to the side so it couldn’t be tripped over, and made his way to the kitchen; the light was on, although he could see why you had not come to the door to greet him just yet.

Headphones sitting firmly on your head as you hummed to yourself; Gaz immediately knew the tune - one of the songs by a band you both liked - Fields of Verdun, by Sabaton.

Gaz knew what to do as he slowly put his arms around you, pulling your back flush to his chest; it took you all of a single second to recognise him, pushing your headphones down and around your neck before gently cradling his face in your hands as you smiled.

You couldn’t help it, letting your eyes roam his features for a moment, taking note of how he seemed so age so much and how he seemed so fucking tired. He would regain his youth every time he came home, and then lose it all again the moment he went back to war; but that was how it had always been for soldiers.

It would never change.

You would have to make the most of what little time you got with him, you knew that, but even as you held him so close, you could already tell that he was slowly slipping through your fingers; a lifetime together would not be enough.

“Hello, mouse,” he whispered, a faint grin on his lips. Dark brown eyes holding little golden halos where the light hit the top of his irises.

You licked your lips as you smiled, wanting to roll your eyes at the stupid pet name; you could still remember the day he started saying it, after you had trapped and released a mouse at the 141’s base. It still made you laugh; all their expertise and their intelligence put together, and none of them were able to catch a tiny little mouse.

“Hi, cariad,” you murmured, letting one hand slip to the back of his neck. “How was it getting back?”

Gaz hummed, leaning into your touch as he relaxed, the tension falling from his shoulders visibly. “It was alright. Price stunk the car out with his posh fags because he refuses to open the window, Ghost kept changing the radio station, Farah was asleep so she didn’t do nothing, not really.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head with such fondness that you couldn’t quite fathom it yourself. “How long did they make you drive?”

“Only from the airport to the first town,” he admitted. “After that, Price did the rest.”

“Good,” you said softly, kindly. “How you feeling?”

Gaz allowed himself to slump into you, resting his forehead against your shoulder and dropping his arms from your waist; he closed his eyes, leaning into you and letting all of his weight rest against you. You didn’t even flinch.

“Fuckin’ knackered,” he rumbled, voice like thunder. Harsh and lazy. “And it’s cold, and I want a cuddle, and I want a cuppa and… I just wanna be home for all of five fucking minutes.”

“You’re home now,” you told him softly, running your hand up and down his back. “Why don’t you have a fag, have a cuppa, then get in the shower, get your pyjamas on, and snuggle down with me?”

He hummed as he smiled, nodding slowly as he tried to bite back the urge to let out a long and eye watering yawn. “Fancy watching a film and getting a Chinese?”

You grinned as you pushed him away slightly, just enough to gently press a kiss to his lips that left him wanting more. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Gaz nodded, daring to steal another kiss as he pulled away; he instinctively knew where the tobacco, filters and papers were, and set to work rolling two cigarettes whilst you prepared him a quick cup of tea.

Earl grey, black, no sugar. The way he always liked it, especially with the bag left in.

You thanked him with another gentle kiss when he swapped a cigarette for the cup of tea, and quickly pulled out your phone as you looked at what takeaways were open.

“Our favourite’s doing delivery,” you pointed out, leaning into his side.

Gaz leaned back into you, taking a quick look. “What’d you fancy?”

“Chow mein and fried rice, half and half,” you started, “curry sauce, sweet ‘n sour sauce… maybe some spring rolls?”

“You know me better than anyone,” he breathed out with a grin and a curt laugh. “Portion of cheesy chips as well?”

“I knew I married you for the right reasons,” you joked quietly, adding it to the order. “Couple of fritters for afters?”

“Always!” Gaz scoffed, playfully smacking your arm as you laughed while he giggled. “How long until it gets here?”

You took a quick look, then shrugged. “Enough time for you to have a shower and get your pyjamas on.”

“Get yours on as well,” he told you gently. “We’ll camp out in the front room for the night, watch some shit telly, pig out.”

You pulled him in for a quick kiss, grinning against his lips. “You’re the perfect husband, Kyle, y’know that, right?”

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syoddeye · 4 months

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According to Plan / Part One

Finally got around to acting on this idea. Something to work on between chapters of For the Record. Think it'll be good practice.

Part one of Gaz getting leave to go on a rare holiday with his moms. He's put in the work to make the vacation absolutely perfect, but then he meets an American girl, and things just keep. Going. Wrong.

No smut. Yet.

My Italian is incredibly rusty. I am so sorry lol

The title may change I couldn't think of one :/

Mama's boy.

A phrase thrown at Gaz so often since he could remember it barely fazed him. He had a perfectly healthy relationship with his mums, thanks. He'd seen enough in his tenure in the SAS and the 141 that he knew he was lucky to have a family that liked one another, let alone a family at all. So when the opportunity for a two-week leave popped up on the horizon, he set his sights and strategized.

It took months and a level of coordination that surely rivaled Laswell, but he pulled off Operation Sorpresa. A tremendous success, he thought, to not only secure all the details but to ensure the dates aligned with the work schedules of both of his mothers.

He'd logged in for their usual video chat (weekly, when possible), and let them believe he was coming home the following month. The looks on their faces when he casually mentioned that he wasn't coming to visit them. They were going to meet him in Italy, in a little town called Florence.

All the planning proved worth it with their outrageous reactions.

With an art history professor and a fabrication instructor for mums, it was the perfect destination. And with his planning, it would be the perfect trip. He booked the best hotels and restaurants he could afford. Reserved tickets to museums and half a dozen tours, in and outside of the city. Just him and his two favorite people, exploring the cradle of the Renaissance.

'Course, the day he arrived, nearly knocked out by jet lag, there'd been an issue with the hotel reservation. Overbooked, dispiace, the receptionist explained, But we can accommodate you at our boutique hotel across the Arno. It wasn't the city center like he wanted, but he rolled with the change, hauling all three of their bags across the Ponte Sante Trinita without too much complaint.

"Kyle, would it be too much trouble for you to run out and find ibuprofen? I'm not acclimated to all the walking just yet," His mother, Helen, asked. She was crammed into the elevator with his other mum, Rebecca, and their bags.

He'd need one, too, given the combined weight of their bags. "Can do. I'll just put my things in my room and pop out."

Whatever they wanted, he'd see it done. It was the least he could do, given the fact they were his mothers. Practically saints, what with their endless font of patience for both raising him and never asking too much about work.

After butchering a conversation with two different shopkeepers, he returned to the hotel, tucked between what appeared to be a real estate office and a bistro. Eager to get his mothers moving to their dinner plans, he opened the ancient wooden door and–

What's this?

The tired hotel clerk and a young woman were absorbed in a frankly concerningly energetic conversation (argument?) at the tiny reception desk. He couldn't see her face, only that she looked…fancy. Overdressed, at least to him. She gripped the strap of a leather bag slung over her shoulder, knuckles nearly white. He couldn't understand a lick of what they were saying. Definitely nothing about apples or his non-existent niece's shoes. Thank you, worthless language app.

Her hand slapped down on the desk, and she shouted something that made the clerk's half-lidded eyes pop open. Was that…English? Italglish?

Gaz couldn't help himself.

"Hey, you," He said, crossing the small 'lobby' with the shop bag still in hand. "I don't know what's going on, but I'm pretty sure you can't just–"

The woman turned, face pinching into a confused expression as she saw him approach. "Excuse me?" She asked, this time in perfect English. Immediately, Gaz clocked her as American.

"You're yelling at the clerk. Anyone ever teach you that's rude?" He arched a brow, eyes raking over her face. She couldn't be a year or two younger or older than him.

The woman's eyebrows rose. She registered what he was saying, then glanced back at the clerk, who met her eye with a similarly confused look. Slowly, their expressions changed, and the pair broke into laughter.

"Pensa che stiamo litigando?" The clerk asked.

"Credo di si. Un momento."

One moment. Gaz got that. He stood, eyes darting between them expectantly. The tips of his ears heated in slight embarrassment from their laughter.

The woman turned back, head tilted. "We're not arguing," It was her turn to study him. "Is this your first time in Italy? Because this," She gestured between herself and the uniformed man. "Is a normal conversation."

Gaz frowned slightly, not exactly believing her, but now felt a little silly. "It didn't sound like that."

She grinned, a bit too smug for his tastes. "I was telling him a story about a group of English tourists making asses of themselves. Is that normal? If we're making assumptions and all."

It annoyed him how quick she was with the comment, but worse was how his lip curled in a smile before he could stop it. "I get it. Apologies."

"No harm done. Can't complain about a man who'd step in to defend a stranger like that," She said and glanced down at the shopping bag. "If you need more medicine, turn left outside the hotel and head down two blocks to Farmacia San Felice. Better prices." With that, she returned to the clerk to continue their lively conversation.

Gaz's grip tightened defensively, thinking he did a pretty decent job with his errand, then turned away to go upstairs to deliver the medicine to his mother.

The young woman and clerk watched him go. She couldn't help but admire how fit the man was, even if his Union Jack ballcap was ridiculous.

"Che muscoli," The clerk murmured.

"Infatti," She agreed, eyes lingering until he disappeared from view.

Translations:

Pensa che stiamo litigando? // Does he think we're arguing? Credo di si. Un momento. // I think so. One moment. Che muscoli. // What muscles. Infatti. // Indeed.

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myjunipersjupiter · 1 year

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It’s You

Pairing: Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x f!reader

Wordcount: 1.9k

Category: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending

Warnings: Mentions of toxic relationship, Swearing

A/N: This is the first fanfic I ever made soo if there’s anything that doesn’t make sense or if Kyle is OOC than I apologize in advance. And also english is not my first language, if there are any mistakes please let me know.

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For the longest time now, I was convinced your boyfriend, Jonathan, was cheating on me. Ever since I joined 141 he seemed distant when I came home. Sometimes he wasn't even there, coming hours after I did. It's been like that for a few months now. I don't know what to do anymore. I haven't been home these past few weeks because of the current mission. After the weeks and even months, I was finally free to go home, I was packing my stuff from the base when Price knocked on my door.

"Come in." the simple sentence came out of my mouth as the door that was separating the two of us opened, revealing the one and only, Captain Price. He was like a father in my eyes, a father that I never had. Smiling softly at him, keeping the thoughts that were eating me from the inside out at the back of my head.

"Hey Medusa I wanted to ask if you wanted to go with us to the bar today around 10pm, to celebrate," He said, leaning on the side of the door, sweetly smiling at me, "and you can also bring your boyfriend with you. Everyone's partners are free to come."

"Sure, I would love to. I'll let you know if he will come, but I will for sure." It was actually exciting, finally going somewhere that is not filled with dead bodies, even if I had to go by myself. I finished packing my stuff and said goodbye to everyone and made my way home.

After what felt like hours, I finally came. Seeing the lights in the living room on, it reminded me to ask him about today. I took my keys out of my pocket and unlocked the door, opening it. The first thing I saw was Jonathan on the couch watching a movie with a beer in his hand. No hi, no nothing.

“Well, hello to you too.” Sarcasm could be heard in my voice as I made my way inside, taking off my boots.

“Hey.” He dryly stated, not even trying to look at me, keeping himself focused on the movie that was playing in front of him.

“I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come with me and others to the bar, they wanted to celebrate.” As I was looking at him, he turns around, uninterested.

“Sure.”

“Okay, well then I’m going to get ready, you should too.” I told him as I made my way upstairs, a sigh escaping my mouth. It was like the same shit every time. I quickly showered, put on a little bit of makeup and dressed accordingly to the event. Looking over at the clock I noticed it’s already 9:20pm, I went downstairs to the living room, Jonathan smiling at his phone, already waiting for me, so we can go.

“Ok let’s go.” I put on my shoes, and together we left the house. The ride was silent, with few words occasionally exchanged and music playing in the background. It was a 30-minute ride, it went by quite fast. Stopping on the parking lot in front of the bar, I noticed some familiar cars standing there. We made our way inside hand in hand, pretending to look like a happy couple, we opened the door and see everyone sitting together enjoying themselves. My eyes met Kyle’s. He smiles at me and waves us over.

“Hey everyone.” I greeted them as we sat with Jonathan. He shook hands with Price, they met each other before, well everyone met him at one point. I ordered myself (drink of your choice). I noticed Kyle looking at me from time to time. We were sitting opposite of each other.

The first half an hour was great, we all talked, drank, celebrated and what not. Jonathan excused himself, not thinking much of it, I continued my conversation with everyone else.

“Hey (Y/n), is everything okay between the two of you?” Priced leaned to me and whispered into my ear, he didn’t want to alert others.

“Don’t worry Cap. We are all good.” I told him with a smile on my face even tho I knew it was not true, nothing was good. I don’t remember the last time we were intimate or even just hugged. Not only that, but I missed the old him, our old relationship. Maybe if I didn’t join 141 it would still be the same, maybe it was all my fault, but this was not the time to pour my heart out about my confusing relationship. Kyle noticed the small interaction between me and Price. I jokingly winked at him, he started laughing as he looked the other way, the smile on his face slowly fading away as his eyes were locked on something behind me. I turned around, trying to find what he was looking at, but I kinda wish I didn’t. Jonathan and some chick at the bar, eating each others faces out. Everything stopped at that moment, I mean I shouldn’t be surprised, but the fact that my suspicions were right hurts, tears welling up in my eyes not daring to spill. The silence could be heard, our table was silent, everyone was looking between me and Jonathan, which he didn’t notice yet. Blinking away my tears, I stand up and make my way to where he was at. Pushing the bitch that was all over him off. He turned to me looking pissed off, the irony.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“What am I doing?! Have you seen yourself? You have a girlfriend and here you are with some bitch you just fucking met!” I was hurt, betrayed. I didn’t want it to end like this.

“Well, maybe if you were home more often, I wouldn’t have to go around fucking other women!” Ouch. The words went straight through me, so it was my fault. I looked at him, trying to find some regret it his eyes, but there was nothing. I was standing in front of him, everyone in the bar was watching, this was too much. My hand making its way up, slapping him across the face.

“Go fuck yourself.” the echo of the slap could still be heard, I turned around, making eye contact with Kyle, he seemed sad.

“You fucking bitch! How dare you!” my back was facing Jonathan, bracing me from his words,

“I said. How. Dare. You.” He grabbed me by my neck, turning me around to look at him. This was not the man I loved, this was a monster. No tears were in my eyes, I was pissed.

“You deserve more than a slap, you son of a bitch.” my words spitting in his face.

“You’re going to regret that, you stupid bitch!”

“Oh no, she’s not.” Kyle. His voice was right behind me, Jonathan looking at him.

“And who are you to talk, hmm, Garrick? All you did was eye a woman that wasn’t even yours.” What did he mean by that?

“Yeah because I know she deserves more than a cheating fuck, she deserves a real man.” This was the first time I was Kyle to be so angry. Feeling Jonathan’s grip on my neck loosen, I hit his hand away and start quickly walking away from everyone. It was raining outside, I sat on the first bench I saw, rain pouring all over me. The tears that were nowhere to be seen were now staining my cheeks. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, I started to cry. This night didn’t go as expected, it hurts. Every time I tried to close my eyes all I could see was Jonathan with the girl, the worst part was, she was prettier. I was too busy crying and thinking about what had just happened to notice someone sitting next to me, I looked up only when I felt a hand on my thigh. Kyle.

“You know, you deserve better than him.” No, it was the other way around.

“No, he deserves more than me, he deserves someone that is not away most of the time.” I look at my thighs, his hand still there and his thumb rubbing my leg, trying to bring me at least a little bit of comfort.

“You know that’s not true. If he really loved you, he wouldn’t cheat on you.”

“If I wasn’t away for months at a time, he wouldn’t have a reason to cheat.”

“No, that’s not how it works (Y/n). You deserve someone who will be there for you all the time, even if you are away for a few months. That would love you for you and wouldn’t have to even think about such things as other women.” He’s just trying to make me feel better.

“No one would want a girlfriend that is not home most of the time.” It was right, it would be better for the person to be single than have a partner like that.

“(Y/n), stop. It’s not true. And I know someone who would want a girlfriend like that… even if she’s not home most of the time.” I couldn’t see the small smile on his face as he finished his sentence. My eyes meet his as I look up.

“Sure, and who would that be, huh?” A sad laugh escaped my mouth as I averted my gaze. He didn’t answer, comfortable silence swallowing us both. I once again looked at him, his eyes already watching me. His hand squeezed my thigh as he got a little closer.

“Me.” He said with the softest voice, it was smooth and genuine. No words left my mouth, I was speechless. Maybe I did love Jonathan, maybe he was a bad person after all, but all this time I was so blinded by love that I couldn’t see Kyle. Jonathan’s words come back to me. ‘All you did was eye a woman that wasn’t even yours.’ Now it all made sense. He was always there for me, yet I didn’t see him.

“Kyle I-“

“No, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way you know. Don’t worry.” His face painted a sad smile. It was just now that I noticed how gorgeous he looked. The light from the moon and the rain made him look like an angel. Words couldn’t even describe how he made me feel right now. The World stopped as we looked into each other's eyes. We were soaked from the rain, but we didn’t care. All I cared about was him, and all he cared about was me. My hand went to his cheek, stopping once it reached him, the hand that was on my thigh was now on my waist as the other one was slowly inching to my face. We were so close, yet so far. Our noses were now touching, feeling his breath hitting my face.

“You didn’t even let me finish, Kyle.” The way I said it almost made our lips touch, but just almost. He chuckled.

“Then go on, gorgeous.” the nickname made my stomach turn upside down.

“I love you too.” Even thought I just ended a relationship, I knew he meant what he said, and I was willing to go into it with him, with Kyle.

“You don’t even know how long I wanted to hear those words.” He pulled my body closer to his. And the moment we waited for finally happened, our lips met. His soft lips kissing mine. I melted into the kiss, wrapping my hands around his neck, bringing him even closer. I was so blinded by love that I never saw this beautiful man, but after all I’m glad I could see him now. My world is at peace, and nothing could ruin it now. Because you are there with me.

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chaosandmarigolds · 21 days

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“No, no no, baby-baby let mama talk-“ much to your dismay your toddler already took off with the tablet down the hall with your husband on face time. With a disgruntled huff you walk down the hall and move to open the door only to falter for a moment as you hear your husbands voice.

“Takin’ care of your mum, bubs?”

“Des sir.”

“Why you runnin’ from her then?”

“Caasaaus I wanna talk to you and when mummy starts to talk to you she doesn’t share.”

A gruff laugh, “Alright alright, well what do you wanna talk about then, lad?”

You stand outside the door for a solid ten minutes before you knocked on the door and moved your son to your lap to smile down at your husband.

“Hey, honey.”

“Hey, hot stuff.”

You see him roll his eyes and you bite back a smile.

“Lad told me you’re not sharin enough.”

You playfully gasp, which triggered your sons giddy laughter, “No! Really??”

“Really!”

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witchthewriter · 1 month

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Gaz: I sleep with a knife under my pillow.

Soap: Weak. I sleep with a gun.

Y/N: You’re both pathetic

Soap: What do YOU sleep with?

Y/N: Simon.

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metallictastinglifesupportliquid · 2 months

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Ghost, to Gaz, drunk out of his mind: Garrick thinks he knows everything but he has no idea I'm in love with Y/N Gaz: You're in love with Y/N? Ghost: Oops, sorry, my bad Ghost, leaning over to Y/N: Garrick thinks he knows everything but he has no idea I'm in love with Y/N Y/N: You're in love with me? Ghost: Ghost: Where the fuck is Johnny when I'm talking to him?

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celestialwhoree · 3 months

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🪩♢

The 141 casino, usually bustling at all hours of both the day and night, is surprisingly quiet when you make your way in through the side door, the usual suspects undoubtedly having been ushered out by security in order to allow the cleaners to do their job, for the dealers to sort through their cards and the boss upstairs to keep an eye on his club whilst there's no one to keep an eye on him.

It's hard not to feel relieved at the lack of women in beautiful dresses and double digit karats who normally make an appearance in your day-to-day life, leering at you as though you're the one in control of their husbands stares. Occasionally you've had patrons invite you back to their rooms with them and their partners, mostly in the hopes of spicing up their otherwise non-existent sex lives, or trying to seem far more liberal and easygoing than they are. It's really not the compliment they think it is, more verbalising their perception of you as essentially a sex toy on legs, made only for their pleasure. One look at the shiny pole supported by a perspex platform up at the front of the room reminds you that the latter is somewhat true.

"Well, look at who the cat dragged in." Kyle's observation is quiet, his clear earpiece hanging down the lapel of his jacket whilst he nurses a whiskey at the otherwise empty bar. "And here I was thinking that you only came out at night." His warm accent continues to chide as you drop your duffel and begin to remove your hoodie and sweats in favour of more practical clothes, less slippery.

"Got hungry." You quip back, long used to the old vampire joke which Kyle and MacTavish find to be particularly amusing, especially after a few rounds after a shift.

"Come to work on some new stuff?" The bouncer admires you over the rim of his glass, just like he does every night after his shift wraps up and he sits behind the bar, watching you with reverent eyes through the mirrored backsplash, protecting you long after he's required to.

"I've been meaning to for a while now. S' been too busy to get into the feel of things most days though." Your murmured response fills the room as you stretch your arms so hard your shoulders pop.

"I liked that one you tried out a while ago the star .. star girl?" "Stargirl? The Lana one?" You murmur, looking up to him as you stretch before checking that everything is secure with the pole.

"Yeah, yeah that one. Suits you. Shining and whatnot."

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clementine-thedestroyer · 4 months

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Second time in one week I try to write porn without plot and somehow 1-2k words of soft fluffy hurt-comfort bullshit show up at the front door and just make themselves at home. I'm not even kidding, the last 1500 words are just more sex, but softer. There's not even any elements of the prompts in that part. Someone take away my fucking Tumblr and Ao3.

Anyways. With that out of the way, may I present to the esteemed ladies, gentlemen, and otherwise categorized inhabitants of Tumblr: Kinktober in December

Kinktober day 23/24: Shibari + pet play - Gaz x reader

Warnings/Tags: Bondage/shibari, Pet play (kitten, specifically), gags, blindfolds, overstimulation, fem!reader, unprotected piv sex, sex as aftercare, then more aftercare. The pet play is pretty light in this, and Gaz is a soft dom but gets a bit meaner than usual here. The gets super soft.

Gaz was an asshole. That's it, you’ve decided. Let it be known across the lands that you, girlfriend supreme, officially, deem your sweet, caring boyfriend of nearly 10 months a complete asshole on the rare occasion he decides to be mean in the bedroom.

Or… maybe the term “pill” would be more suitable. Because calling him an “asshole” implies a certain level of jerkiness, and Gaz was anything but a jerk- and it also implies that he’s doing something you don’t like… and it would be a lie to say you didn’t like this.

This being how you’re spread out on the bed- lying on your stomach and held in place by an array of intricate knots. Your right leg was stretched out behind you and towards the bottom of the bed. A rope looped around your ankle is secured to the foot of the bed- keeping you from pulling it up. Another loop is done around the thigh of the same leg, although the loop around your thigh goes to secure to the side of the bed frame instead of the foot, and the loop itself was done a bit tight- not enough to hurt- just enough for the muscle and fat of the area to bubble out a bit. Your left leg was bound completely differently. Gaz had had you bend your knee all the way, until your heel was nearly touching your butt- then had tied it that way. The bindings on that leg also had a rope connecting down to the bed frame- although done to the side and towards the headboard. Together with the positioning of your other leg, the ropes kept your legs spread and your body on display for anyone in the room.

Your arms were tied too, of course. Gaz had pulled them both behind you and had you bend your elbows so he could bond your forearms together horizontally. And in addition to the ropes keeping you in place, there was, of course, a cute little pair of cat ears perched atop your head.

The position wasn’t uncomfortable, and it was far easier for Gaz to get you into than plenty of the others the two of you had done. Gaz had even given the ropes keeping your legs in place a bit of slack out of consideration for your hip flexors.

That really should have been your first warning.

Gaz was usually meticulous with his rope work. If he didn’t want you to be able to move, you would not be able to move. So the fact that you were left with enough room to wiggle, squirm, and even slightly reposition yourself was an intentional one.

But you didn’t quite catch on to what he was planning until later.

You let him tug a blindfold over your eyes- blissfully unaware of whatever he was doing behind you- aside from teasing him whenever you heard the sound of him dropping or struggling to find something in his own closet.

You laughed when he responded to your teases with a quip of his own- warning you to mind the rather vulnerable position you’ve let him put you in. a warning which you, of course, paid no heed to. Gaz wasn’t much of a stickler for behavior- you could get away with whatever the bratting equivalent of murder was with him, and you knew it. With Gaz, it was all soft and sweet- although certainly not vanilla.

You didn’t think much of it when, once he finally found what he was looking for, he positioned himself behind you and, instead of going for your cunt, poured a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and started opening up your ass.

You whined softly and arched your back for him, grinding your clit down against the mattress beneath you and greedily pushing back on the one, then two fingers that stretched you open. Your needy display was met only with amusement- no praises of “good girl” and no hand reaching down to toy with your clit.

You couldn’t help but pout, still rocking back on the fingers that fucked you open. You could play this man like a damn fiddle, and you knew it- why weren't your usual tricks working?

You didn't even think much of it when he finally removed his fingers- only to replace them with a toy instead of his cock. You did, however, whine a bit about it. Why did he have to spend all that time stretching your ass if he was just going to fuck your pussy anyways?

You weren't given an answer beyond an amused chuckle and a reminder to “be patient”.

The toy in your ass is one you recognize immediately. The fur tickling at your skin was a dead giveaway- along with the fact that wherever the cat ears go, Gaz makes sure the matching tail will follow.

You only start to realize it’s not going to be one of you two’s usual nights when you feel the head of a wand vibrator nestled against your clit and turned on.

You immediately jerk in your bindings, yelping at the sudden stimulation and immediately trying to lift your hips up and away from it- only for the vibrator to move with you. You whine pitifully as you realize Gaz is tying it to your thigh, arching your back harder and practically wiggling your ass for him as you try to squirm away from the toy.

“Settle down, kitty.” Gaz says calmly- though you’re certain that if you could see his face, you’d find him grinning ear-to-ear. He places a large hand on each side of your hips and gives them a warning squeeze before gently pushing you back down flat against the mattress- the tail bouncing slightly and brushing against the back of your thigh when he does.

You let out a muffled plea as he holds your hips down, sandwiching the vibrator between you and the mattress and effectively forcing you to let the vibrator nestle directly against your clit. The vibrations against your clit were already bordering on too much at first- but like this, the stimulation was downright painful.

You begged incoherently and bucked your hips, squirming desperately as tears started to gather at the corners of your eyes. When Gaz finally released his hold on your hips- even going so far as to lift them up for you to relive the worst of the stimulation- you sobbed, breathing heavily as your legs twitched in the ropes binding them.

“Aw, does kitty not like that?” Gaz asks- and you can hear the teasing tone and amusement in his voice as he does.

The blindfold has been thoroughly displaced by this point. Because of being on your stomach and the relative mobility you had with your upper body, all of your squirming had been enough for it to get slightly pulled down, just enough for you to turn your head back to look at Gaz and give him a desperate look.

“Kyle!! P-Please! I-I can’t- I can’t! It hurts!” You plead, in what you’re sure is an absolutely debauched state. Your hair is probably a mess, your face is wet from tears, and you’re practically trembling as you beg him.

Gaz smiles softly, and you watch him grab what you recognize as the wand’s remote and click the “down” button a couple of times. He then leans forward, still supporting your hips with one arm as he presses a kiss to your wet cheek.

“Sorry, love. That was mean, I know.” He says, still smiling and gently tugging the blindfold back over your eyes as he speaks.

You whine pitifully- both at the loss of your vision and his words- and go limp against the bed, letting your head fall against the mattress and your hips rely fully on Gaz’s hold. Once you go limp, you get a pat on the bottom and a pillow placed under you.

“I’ll be right back.” Gaz says softly to you, and as his hands leave your hips, the pillow supports you enough to keep the vibrator just barely touching your clit- as opposed to being pressed fully against it like earlier.

When Gaz returns, you feel the vibrations switched off and his hand takes one of yours and unclenches it from the tight fist you’ve made it. Before you can ask him what he’s doing or even make a noise of confusion, you feel the shape of a familiar object pressed into your palm.

The clicker. You know this system, it’s one of the two you use- and it also means that you’re likely about to be gagged, because the clicker’s meant for whenever you couldn’t speak or reach a part of Gaz’s body to tap on. Three fast clicks to safeword, one finger stuck out to respond “yes” to a question, and two fingers to respond “no”.

Gaz wraps your fingers around the clicker, situating your thumb beside the button so you can feel where it is. He then leans down, smoothing your hair down a bit and adjusting the cat ears before kissing the nape of your neck and asking you a question.

“Can you show me a “stop”?”

You nod softly and move your thumb onto the button, quickly pressing down three times and filling the room with three loud clicks.

“Good girl,” Gaz says, placing a hand at the base of your spine and rubbing it soothingly. “Am I good to continue?”

You nod, sticking out the index finger of the hand not holding the clicker at the same time to reaffirm your response.

When you feel a hand under your chin, you flinch in surprise. Only for Gaz to laugh and place a hand atop your head, petting at your hair softly before guiding your head back towards him.

“It’s okay kitty, I’m just going to gag you.” Gaz says, pushing the rubbery ball lightly against your lips. Not trying to put it in, but just showing you what he’s about to put in your mouth.

“It’s just the ball gag, okay? You’ve had it before.”

You nod slightly, sticking your tongue out to tentatively lick at the ball in a way that you know will make Gaz smile.

Since he turned off the vibrator, you’ve been steadily calming down from your slightly panicked and very wiggly attempts to escape. With the mean, overstimulating, and relentless assault on your clitoris finished- or at least paused- you’re much more content to sit pretty and sweet for Gaz- so you accept the gag easily.

“Good girl,” Gaz says as you part your lips and let him push the ball securely into your mouth, even tilting your head forward to give him better access to the back of your head to secure the gag. When he’s finished, you’re rewarded with a gentle pat to your cheek and kiss to the top of your head.

“We wouldn’t want you making too much noise and bothering the neighbors, now would we kitty?” He says, giving a final scritch to the area right behind your ear before standing up. You feel the bed shift beneath you as he moves, and you turn your head to the other side to follow the sound of his footsteps as he walks around the bed. When he gets to the other side he sits back down onto the bed between your spread legs- and you practically keen around the gag, arching your back and trying to wiggle your butt back towards him in a silent plea to please fill you up.

Your cunt feels achingly empty, and you find yourself wishing for nothing more than for Gaz to fuck you and make you feel nice and full. Your ass is already filled so nicely with the plug- all you need is Gaz’s cock inside of you and you’ll melt.

Because doesn't it just sound perfect? Gaz got to have his fun with the wand earlier- and now your clit’s oversensitive and you can’t stop clenching around nothing.

You're caught off guard when, instead of Gaz’s cock pushing into you, you feel the wand vibrator tied to your thigh start back up. You scrunch your nose as a wave of confusion hits you- only to be quickly forgotten as you feel the mattress shift beneath you once again as Gaz stands up.

The pillow Gaz had placed under you earlier is taken away, and you’re once again left trying to squirm away from the wand vibrator and keep pressure off of it. You let out a pitiful, betrayed whine behind the gag. Tears once again start to wet the blindfold over your eyes as you desperately try to squirm- looking over at where you think and hope Gaz is and giving him the most betrayed and pleading look you can despite the gag and blindfold. But you don’t get the mercy you were hoping for. Instead, you get a hand on your lower back- not quite pushing you down like before, but almost warning you- and a rare stern tone from Gaz.

“You know what to do if you need it to stop.”

You nod and choke on a sob, continuing to squirm and let desperate, pitiful noises leak through the gag as the toy’s vibrations wrack through your body. A particularly loud yelp spills out of you as Gaz pushes two fingers into your drenched pussy and presses down, right where he knows you’re the most sensitive. The pressure from his fingers forces you to choose between keeping your hips up and pushing against his fingers, or lowering them and letting the vibrator be pressed against your clit again. You're caught between two different sources of “too much”, and left with stuttering hips, jerky movements, and shaky breaths as you try to find a relief that doesn't exist.

“I’ll be back in a little bit.” Gaz says, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on the back of your thigh.

The heat of embarrassment at your cheeks is quickly overpowered by panic as his words register to you. You nearly bawl as you hear his footsteps start to recede and the bedroom door open, and you know that if not for the gag, you’d be screaming and begging for him to come back.

You know you can stop it, you know he’s not going to go far away enough to not hear the clicker. He probably hasn’t even left the room- probably standing in the doorway and keeping a close eye on you- but nothing about knowing that makes you feel any better.

You feel a surge of bratty anger bubble up inside you. How dare he just leave you here!? You were being good and everything! You’ve done nothing to warrant this new… mean version of Gaz!

You try to shake the cat ears off your head- hoping that if Gaz comes back to find you’ve dislodged them and maybe your blindfold too, you’ll get a reaction from him- only to nearly scream in frustration when you fail to make them move an inch. At this point, the brush of the tail’s fur against your thighs has simply become an annoyance too, but you can’t move away from it with the ropes keeping you in place.

Your anger doesn't last long. In fact, most of your thinking is out the window after a couple of minutes, because keeping your hips raised starts to hurt- bad. Before long, your thighs and core are shaking from holding yourself up and your back aches from being arched for so long without support. You hold out for as long as you can, but eventually, you have to give in.

When you finally collapse flat onto the mattress, you break. Your clit is back to being pushed into the head of the wand vibrator by your weight against the mattress, and soon after, you reach a painful orgasm that leaves you sobbing and shaking.

That’s how you know Gaz never actually left the room, because the second you cum, a strong arm lifts your hips and the vibrator is moved away. Instead, Gaz’s fingers take its place- making gentle circles around your clit and letting you grind down onto his hand, whispering sweet praises to you as you ride out your orgasm on his fingers at your own pace.

The gentleness of Gaz’s touch was enough to have you melting. Supported and safe in his arms- whimpering softly behind your gag as the pain gave way to pleasure.

After your orgasm, your head was left hazy and muddled. Enough so that when Gaz undid the gag and pulled the blindfold up and off of your eyes, you didn’t do much more than whine and try to hide from the too-bright lights of the room.

“Good girl” Gaz muttered somewhere behind you- his fingers working quickly at the knots keeping your arms together as he spoke soft praises to you.

His words sent you somehow higher than you already were, and you were right up on cloud nine from the comforting sound of his voice alone. Even the pain of easing your joints out of the position they had been bound in so long didn’t bother you too much.

Once your arms were free, you reached a hand down in between your legs, riding out the aftershocks of your orgasm- although it eventually just became you lazily playing with your oversensitive clit.

Once Gaz finished untying your legs, you found yourself laid on your back and looking up at him, head still hazy, legs still feeling like jelly, and still shamelessly toying with your clit. Gaz himself was still fully clothed- wearing a pair of jeans and a short-sleeved button-up. While usually, being the only one naked might make you squirm in shyness and embarrassment, right now, it only served to comfort you. Being completely bare, laid out, and wrecked for Gaz made you feel… happy. Fuzzy and warm, all that good stuff. Plus, how could you be embarrassed when he was looking down at you with such a loving smile on his face… even if it quickly turned bemused as his eyes followed your arm to the space between your legs.

“You're still going, love? I figured you’d be too sensitive to be up for anything after this.” Gaz said, reaching his hand down to spread your lips to see your swollen clit.

You nod, wincing at a particularly harsh circle of the bud by your hand. You were too sensitive to get off like this- but you also weren't going to stop. You wanted nothing more than to curl up in his arms and let him take care of you, but you were pulled away from that warm, fuzzy feeling you usually got at the end of a scene by the lingering aching of your cunt. Sure, you came- but the fact that you never had anything besides a few fingers inside of you (which didn’t even count, they were only there for a few seconds) meant that, even though your clit was over-abused, the rest of you was still up and ready for round two.

“You shouldn’t touch yourself if it’s hurting like that.” Gaz says, frowning at your pained expression and gently starting to pull your hand away from yourself.

You whine, throwing your head back and furiously shaking it no- nearly dislodging the cat ears that were still on your head. Gaz sighs and smiles at your display, leaning down to kiss you before trying to sit back up, only for you to wrap your arms tightly around his neck and trap him in a hug. He only laughs in response, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you up with him and into his lap.

“Tell me what you need, Love. A bath? Food? Sleep?”

You shake your head no to all of his questions. At the moment, all you really want is for him to make the ache in your pussy go for you in a way that doesn't involve your oversensitive clit. Perched on Gaz’s lap, your arms are too busy holding onto him to continue to jerk yourself off, so instead you settle for grinding down on the straining bulge of his cock to try to get your point across.

Gaz groans when you grind against him through his jeans, his arm tightening around you as he hisses a curse under his breath. “Fuck- okay, I get it.” He says, reaching a hand down to your clit.

You immediately jerk away, shaking your head no hurriedly. Gaz freezes, looking at you with confusion until realization hits him.

“Oh, is it too sensitive there?” He asks, smiling when you nod and give him a squeeze. “Guess that would be my fault, Love. It’s only right that I help you with that, hm?” He adds, a self-satisfied tone creeping into his voice.

You resist the urge to slap at his back or call him cheeky. It’s quickly forgotten anyways, because when Gaz reaches down to undo his pants and push his boxers down, you’re treatedto the lovely sight of his straining cock against your stomach- a bead of precome smearing over your skin as he moves his hand to your slick folds and presses two fingers into you.

“Bloody hell, you’re soaked.” Gaz grits through clenched teeth, his cock twitching against your stomach as you clench down on his fingers and grind down on them. All the joking and teasing of just a few seconds ago is long forgotten, and Gaz is all seriousness and barely kept in check need.

It doesn't take much more than a few needy whines to convince Gaz to replace his fingers with his cock, and before you know it, you’re being lifted by the hips and lowered onto his length. He slips into you with barely a stretch, and it’s absolute bliss. The second he’s fully inside of you, you wrap your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck, letting your eyes fall closed and your head sink back into that floaty headspace. Now that you’ve gotten this far, you know Gaz will take care of you. It was just a matter of communicating what you needed at a time when words- let alone sentences weren’t coming easy.

He starts by taking you by the waist, holding you steady as he rolls his hips beneath you. His cock rubs against your inner walls perfectly, and the slow and gentle start has you moaning happily at the warm, steady pleasure, and it’s not long before you’re (trying, it’s a bit difficult in your position) to move your hips in sync.

“F-Fuck.” Gaz groans into your ear. “You’re so wet- you’re drenching me, love."

You moan, clinging to him tighter as he lays you down on your back and tries to slide his hands out from under you and sit up.

“Love, you’ve got to let go of me if you want me to fuck you properly, okay?” He says, breathing heavy beside you as he runs his hand lovingly through your hair.

You nod shakily, letting your hands fall to your sides and your legs loosen around his hips. As soon as you do, Gaz sits up and loops his arms under your knees, bending you nearly in half and lifting your hips just enough for him to get a good angle as he starts fucking into you.

You let out a small squeak and grab onto Gaz’s arms to steady yourself at the first thrust, startled by the sheer strength behind the movement. But your tense caution quickly falls away as his cock starts bullying into your sensitive spots repeatedly.

You reach down with your hand, very lightly touching your still sensitive clit just enough to help get you along to an eventual orgasm. Just as you feel it on the crest of beginning to build, Gaz hikes your legs up higher, leaning forward and nearly getting your knees to touch your ears.

“Fuck, Love. You know I wasn’t even planning on fucking you tonight, hm? I figured you’d be too sensitive for that after what I put you through- and I was more than happy with the fuckin’ years of material to jerk off to after watching you tonight.” He growled, hunched over you and keeping you pinned in your folded position with his weight as he fucks into you.

Your orgasm crests like that, as Gaz’s hips smack against your ass and his cock pounds into you. Each drag of his length in and out feels better than the last, and you’re sure you’re letting out lewd noises you should be embarrassed about, but you don’t care, because all you can do is ride out your orgasm and trust Gaz to take care of you afterwards.

This time, Gaz’s attempts at giving you aftercare are greeted warmly. Because once Gaz’s thrusts stutter and his cum spurts into you, you’re left happy and sated. Sore and exhausted, yes, but successfully tired out enough that you’re content to curl up in Gaz’s arms and float in your headspace until the pull of sleep becomes too much.

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daisies-daydreams · 2 months

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Who Can I Turn To? (Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x Male!Reader)

Pairing: Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x M!Reader Category: Fluff with a Hint of Angst Warnings: Swearing, Violence (Bar Fights), Depictions of Drinking, A bit of social awkwardness Word Count: TBA Request: Hello! Tis me again, coming at you with another request ^^ perhaps a Gaz/Male!reader where Gaz was out at a bar with the rest of the 141 and he witnesses the reader having a spat with another patron and he helps and gets to know them a bit? And maybe also gets his number? -🧡 A/N: Hello hello! Thank you so much for your request - I haven’t written much for Male!Reader, but I hope you enjoy!

"Oi, you fuckin' daft you prick?" a man over at the bar spat. Kyle shifted his gaze from the worn poker cards in his hands to a man around his age holding his hands up. A disgruntled, older patron furrowed his bushy brows as his white sweater was doused with a dark porter.

"I-I'm sorry, sir! Really!" the younger man said with a nervous expression. The other patron rose to his feet, his face beet red as he stumbled over to the young man.

"I suggest where you're walkin' you bloody eejit," he spat while poking his fat finger against the man's chest. Kyle raised his brows as he set his cards down.

"Keep on playing - I'll be back in a sec," he said before tapping his knuckles on the wooden table. The rest of his squad spared him a quick glance before turning back to their game, though Price kept a keen eye on the Sergeant. Kyle took a deep breath as he made his way over to the two men.

The younger man stumbled back and slammed against the dirty pub floor when the other patron clumsily pushed him down. Kyle instantly rushed forward just as the drenched man raised his fist. The Sergeant grunted as he grabbed the bearded man’s fist and swung him into the bar. Kyle wrinkled his nose as the stench of booze from the man's clothes and lips stung his nostrils.

“Get the fuck off me!” the irate man snarled as he writhed beneath Kyle’s strong grip. He leaned over the portly patron, keeping his legs pressed against his as he struggled to keep him down. The Sergeant glanced over at the younger man, the bruise on his face causing his stomach to twist into a searing, angry knot.

“Stay down!” Kyle growled as he tightened his grip around the older man’s wrists. The patron huffed as his resistance grew weaker until he grew limp beneath the soldier. Kyle huffed before turning towards Charlie, the bartender.

“You want me to call the police?” the tattooed man asked while holding up his phone. Kyle noticed the rest of the 141 standing from their seats, their brows furrowed as they walked over. Price looked over at the young man who cradled his cheek, then back towards Kyle.

“Go on, Sergeant. We’ll take care of this moppet,” the Captain drawled. Kyle parted his lips and nodded before Simon stepped over. The hulking man easily kept the inebriated patron pinned down as Kyle turned back to Charlie.

"I think we've got this handled," he grinned. The bartender nodded before slipping his phone back into his bock. Kyle's heart continued to race as he stepped over and offered the man a hand.

“You alright?” he asked, his brows pinched together with concern. The young man stared up at him with a soft, admiring gaze. He slowly nodded as he took Kyle’s hand. The Sergeant flashed him a grin as he helped him up, his heart skipping a beat as their warm palms embraced. The man returned Kyle's grin before rubbing the back of his head.

"Thanks," the stranger smiled. The soldier nodded as his hand slowly slipped back to his side.

"No problem. Sorry you had to deal with that wanker," Kyle sighed. The man before him shrugged as he hooked his thumbs into his jeans pockets.

"It happens. I should've been more careful," he frowned before glancing down at his feet. The Sergeant turned his head when he saw the 141 all surrounding the inebriated patron, Simon only keeping one of his large palms wrapped around the man's wrists as he carried on with a casual conversation.

"You're fine. Happens to all of us," Kyle replied as he turned back to the stranger. He continued to smile as he slightly tilted his head. "What's your name?" he asked. The man blinked as his shoulders slowly began to relax.

"(Y/N)," he replied while holding out his hand. "(Y/N) (L/N)," he continued. Kyle smiled as he shook the man's hand, his heart feeling a little lighter at the simple touch.

"Nice to meet ya. Name's Kyle Garrick," he said in return. An awkward silence lingered between the two before the man cleared his throat.

"Listen...would it be okay if I bought you a drink as a thank you for helping me out?" he asked hesitantly. Kyle's smile grew as his eyes beamed with delight.

"I mean, if you're offering," he shrugged. Both men chuckled before going up to the bar. They order their respective drinks and keep their attention on the football game playing in the TV.

"So, are you from London originally?" (Y/N) asked. Kyle hummed as he turned his attention back to the fellow beside him.

"Nah, I'm from West Bromwich originally. 'bout two hours from here," he explained. His eyes lit up as Charlie came back with two pints of beer: a porter for (Y/N) and a speckled hen for him.

"Gotcha. I'm just here on vacation - er, holiday," (Y/N) chuckled sheepishly.

"Toe-may-toe toe-mah-toe," Kyle shrugged with a playful grin. The man beside him laughed and gave a short nod. The Sergeant watched the 141 drag the inebriated man out the door. He took a swig of his drink and sighed.

"You ever been to England before?" Kyle asked. (Y/N) took a drink from his glass and shook his head.

"No, first time," he replied before flicking his eyes up and down Kyle's fit form. "Maybe you could show me around? I stick out like a sore thumb out here," he laughed. Kyle's smile turned up even more as he chuckled.

"It'd be my pleasure," he said with a small wink. The rest of the night seemed to pass by quickly, the two men exchanging stories about their lives and a few admiring glances here and there. Price eventually placed a hand on Kyle's shoulder and squeezed it gently.

"Me and the boys are going to head on back. Got that big debriefing tomorrow," he said with a small apology in his eyes. Kyle bit the inside of his cheek as he turned back to (Y/N).

"Hey...is it alright if I get your number?" the Sergeant asked. The young man blinked before his eyes lit up.

"Sure thing," (Y/N) grinned before pulling out his phone. Kyle beamed as they exchanged numbers, glancing down at the new contact in his phone with a gleam in his eye. Price cracked a small smile before he nudged the Sergeant's shoulder.

"C'mon, Garrick. You'll have time to talk later," he rumbled. The soldier didn't realize how giddy he looked until his smile faltered.

"Right," the Sergeant replied as he slipped his phone back into his jean pocket. He looked back over at (Y/N) before taking a deep breath. "I'll text you later, yeah?" he smiled.

"Sounds good," the other man said while raising his empty glass. Kyle chuckled with a quick nod as he rose from his seat. He spared him one last glance before heading out with the rest of his squad.

"He seems nice," Johnny piped up before wiggling his brows. Simon rolled his eyes as Kyle's cheeks burned a little.

"Come off it, MacTavish," he muttered as he shifted his gaze, a small smile creeping onto his lips as he thought about being able to talk to the sweet, charming man he met in the pub.

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azereus · 5 months

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Dating Gaz hcs,, personal hcs and how I'd think he'd act in a relationship

Warnings: Occ Gaz(?), no pronouns expect you, and bad spelling, that's about it?

Imagine Gaz as the type of boyfriend to give you forehead kisses. Tall or short, he's giving them regardless because he enjoys giving them (and also your reactions to them)

Gaz (at least as a personal headcanon) has piercings. Argue with the wall he'd look good in them. He has an eyebrow piercings and ear piercings

And on the topic of piercings- Gaz absolutely adores piercings on his partners. Doesn't matter what kind you have, he adores them regardless. He thinks you look amazing in them and will tell off people who say otherwise

Gaz adores tattoos. Both because they can look really pretty when done right, and because he likes tracing his finger on the ink, it's surprisingly relaxing for him

He will 100% get matching tattoos with you if you've been together long enough

Moving on- Gaz is a decently good cook, not the greatest but he knows what he's doing. The type to lightly smack your hand with a spoon if you try to grab something

If you're cooking, then he'll either be a little shit and poke you in the sides depending on what you're doing or he'll just walk up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist and ask what you're doing

Don't get me wrong, he can be a little shit but he also adores those soft moments with you. Cuddling while it's raining or while watching a movie are probably some of his favorite things to do with you

(Another hc of mine-) Gaz has body scars from serving in the military, mostly around his torso and back area. He likes when you trace your fingers around or on the scar tissue. He has no other reason for liking it other than just knowing you're not worn off by the sight of them

Cuddling is a favorite of his. He likes when you hold eachother in bed, arms wrapped around eachother and legs intertwined. Spooning is another favorite position of his. He doesn't exactly care who's holding who, only caring about being close to you

He is not a morning person btw. Unless you both have something to do, he's not getting up and neither are you. He will hold you down til he wakes up, then he can make breakfast for you!!

He and you share the house chores. He will not argue on it, you're splitting them 50/50. He'll do the laundry while you clean the dishes or vice versa.

If you get into an argument or a fight, he's normally the one to make-up before you. He'd be lying if he said you weren't the best thing to happen in his life

So, overall score? 200/10, househusband material

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mlmxreader · 4 months

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Nothing Better Than to be Home | Kyle Gaz Garrick x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Kaz with

94"Have I ever mentioned how good you look in my hoodies?" ❞

: ̗̀➛ Being home is one of the greatest things in the world, and Gaz isn't one to ignore it.

: ̗̀➛ smoking, swearing

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More often than not, Gaz always texted you to let you know when he was close to getting home, usually when he was around five minutes away so that you would have time to put the kettle on and make him a cup of tea for when he walked through the door.

You always did the same if you were ever out; always texting to let him know when to stick the kettle on and make coffee.

The thing was, though, Gaz was home in the early hours of the morning, and when he went to text you and he saw the time, he figured that you would be asleep.

So he left it, and when he got to the door, he tried to be as quiet as possible; sneaking around to the kitchen and gently, softly placing his bag down as he sighed.

You left your cigarette stuff on the side, along with one of his lighters; it made him smile as he rolled one for himself, lighting it and taking a long drag. After months of smoking Price's shit cigarettes, he was glad to steal one of yours.

He leaned against the counter, closing his eyes for a moment as the nicotine flooded his system. He didn't realise that you had just come out of the bathroom after getting into your pyjamas… not until you screamed and made him flinch.

With the cigarette between his lips, he threw his hands up and exposed his palms.

“Only me!” Gaz yelped out, daring to grin when you took a step closer. “Only me, sweetheart.”

You breathed out a sigh of relief, turning the light on and coming to stand beside him as you hummed quietly; you took a filter, a paper and a pinch of tobacco, rolling together. “Why didn't you turn the bloody light on? You nearly gave me a heart attack!”

He couldn't help but to laugh, shaking his head as he gently put his arm around you; you were so warm, he couldn't help but to close his eyes as he sniffed gently.

He tried not to laugh again. “Did I say you could steal my hoodies while I was away?”

“Did I say you could pinch my baccy?” You pointed out with a soft chuckle, shaking your head fondly. “Why didn't you text, anyway?”

From the corner of his eye, Gaz could see the light of dawn slowly starting to rise; the darkness of the night slowly turning a pale, dull blue as the sun began to creep out of its blankets and glare wearily at the world.

He was glad he could watch another sunrise with you, in all honesty. He missed it.

The long nights watching films together from the moment it was dark, only to look out of the window and see the dawn start to rise; the cooing of pigeons taking over from the hooting of owls. The foxes running away as the light slowly reached out with deft fingertips.

Gaz couldn't wait for times like that again, being able to snuggle into you as you neglected the world outside in favour of more films; your laptop resting on his crotch as he leaned his head on your shoulder.

“I thought you would be asleep,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a gentle and sweet hum. “I'm sorry.”

“It's fine,” you assured just as gently, leaning into him and closing your eyes for a moment. “How was the trip home?”

Gaz wanted to tell you the truth, he really did.

He wanted to tell you that Ghost had annoyed him to Hell and back with his constant dad jokes and stupid puns. He wanted to tell you that Price's cigarettes were disgusting and nearly made him give up on the spot. He wanted to tell you that Farah was the only one who didn't annoy him and actually let him use one of her earbuds.

But he couldn't bring himself to do it, too tired and drained from the planes and trains and taxis that all he could think of was having you near; snuggling up with you at night and feeling your warm flesh against his own.

Feeling your soft kisses wake him up as the light crept through the gap in the curtains. Singing with you in the kitchen as he helped you to cook whatever meal you had settled on together; trying not to laugh when you begged him to slow dance to country songs.

Going shopping with you and pushing the trolley as you asked him what to get even though you had both left a shopping list on the kitchen counter. Splitting the chores directly down the middle and meeting halfway through for a quick kiss. Watching films together from dusk until dawn.

Gaz had missed the lot of it, from the mundane to the exciting. He missed every single second, but he was so tired. He hadn't slept for two days, and he wanted nothing more than to snuggle up with you in bed and fall asleep.

Catch up on whatever he had missed and know for once that he wasn't going to wake up alone; that he was going to wake up and be able to bury his face against the back of your neck and grumble and plead for five more minutes in bed.

“It was… the usual,” he breathed out. “To be honest I'm just glad I'm finally home.”

“Y'know what?” You mused, finishing your cigarette and putting it out in the ashtray on the counter. “I'm glad you're home, too… I've missed you.”

“I can see,” Gaz chuckled softly, tugging at the hem of the hoodie you were wearing as he grinned. “Have I ever mentioned how good you look in my hoodies?”

You shrugged, hooking your arms around his neck and pulling him close. Gently rubbing the tip of your nose against his for a moment. “I’m sure you have, but you've been gone so long… I need a reminder how it sounds.”

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