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Gaz fics by other creators
Red= dark fic
Orange- fem reader
Green- g/n Reader
Purple- male reader
? - I'm not exactly sure
(I’ll keep adding DONT get mad bc there may be more than others..)
Merman gaz - @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries
Love letter to gaz - @boolger
Hindsight - @xoxunhinged
Desperation - @batfleshh
Hindsight - @xoxunhinged ?
Reluctancy - @ram-bam-writes
Espresso martinis - @imperihoe-writes
Pretty boy - @aethelwyneleigh27
Boyfriend gaz - @ace-inthehole
Ur alive - @mockerycrow
Neighbor gaz - @astroknottt
Better not to know .2 - @random-thot-generator
Doll hyper fixation - @celestialprincesse
Yours to tame - @spicyspiders
Falling asleep on him - @witchthewriter (tf141 included)
Hoodie - @spicyspiders
Only you -@roosterr
The edge of chaos - @ethereal-night-fairy
Welcome home wash day -@kyletogaz
Shaken not stirred - @391780
Cowboy gaz - @agoofyannoyancetolaw
Situationship Kyle - @kyletogaz ?
Rough day - @princeguri66
Under ur spell - @groguspicklejar
It’s a match! - @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries (tf141 included)
Manscaping - @tfone4one
Lavender skies - @yeyinde
Whiskers & Wishes - @sageyxbabey
Single dad Kyle - @xoxunhinged
Pornstar gaz - @cordeliawhohung
Mafia gaz - @writingfromasgard
Gaz healthy relationship- @thegnomelord
Dividers by - @cafekitsune
Header by - @sonizitos
apologies, apologies MDNI
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Female!reader
wc: 3,640
co-written with @ems_tpwk!!
During a mission, you ignore your sergeant’s orders. Back at base, you provide him with an apology in return.
“Shit– They're gaining ground on us!”, your radio shrieked. You and Gaz were behind a collapsed wall, taking cover as bullets whipped right by their heads. Price was in another building with Ghost and Soap flanking him. To say the pain radiating off your entire body was bad would be an understatement. More like excruciating. You could feel bruises blooming on your thighs, arms, chest, and even on the side of your head. The mission wasn't going as planned, defending a military base and then getting out. It was supposed to be easy, especially with five heavily trained SAS soldiers, who passed top of their class. Even though, you called in backup as the five of you were losing the fight fast. Your brain was scrambling to find a solution to this, and it couldn't find a safe way out.
Gaz had a nagging gut feeling that you would use one of your stupid and dangerous ideas, and had already given you an order not to do any of them. He wasn't about to risk your life over a dumbass suggestion. He assumed you would ask for cover while focusing on one enemy, instead, you didn't give warning before you reloaded your gun and quickly retreated from your position into the clear to shoot at the hostiles, uncovered. As you filed multiple rounds into their vests, arms, and heads, you heard Gaz’s booming voice through the radio, yelling at you to stop and get back to position immediately. As your mind was preoccupied with something else, you didn't pay attention to his orders. When you did, you heard that he wanted you back where you were, in position, covered.
The hostiles fell like dominoes as you fired through them, bullets dropping on the floor with a sharp, high-toned noise. You stopped shooting as the last one fell, and lowered your gun slightly, which was smoking and almost orange-colored from the heat of the bullets. You breathed heavily, looking at your sergeant, who had a concerned and irritable expression on his face.
You quickly looked away and called for Price’s status on their building, feeling your face heat up with a blush as moments passed. The radio responded with a quick and stern “clear”. You nod to yourself as Gaz retreats from his position, and it's clear that he has something to say. He doesn't act on it and speaks into the radio. “Approaching extraction point now” Gaz speaks up as he starts walking at a quick pace toward and up the staircase, expecting you to follow suit behind him. You follow from a safe distance as you rendezvous at the heli point. As you both approach the roof, the rest of the team gives you looks. You stop right next to Gaz, the irritation on his face clear. They all turn to you for an answer, confused about why he seems so ticked off.
You shifted uncomfortably as you tried to voice what happened, Gaz glaring daggers at you to tell the entire story. As you did, Nikolai landed the heli and you all got on, as you continued your story nonstop. As you were finishing up your story with a quiet voice, you could hear Soap and Price mumbling to themselves about the same thing Gaz did- a stupid fucking idea. Ghost spoke up, his voice a little raw from all the commands yelled into the radio from earlier.
“We all know that wasn’t a smart idea, what you did back there, Y/N.” The way he was standing outside of the light filtering into the helicopter, only the whites of his eyes and his mask showing made him seem like a real ghost. “We all trust that you won’t do that again. No matter what orders you are given, or which you aren’t.” He glanced at Garrick at that last part, noting he ordered you multiple times to retreat back into position.
“Y/N, disobeying orders from and squad member is against protocol training.” Price added, stepping closer to the both of you who were sitting down. “You will be given disciplinary orders when we get back to base,” His gaze flicked to you, with a spiteful and annoyed glint in his eyes. “Which may include saying out of missions until monitored and approved to return.” You noticed Gaz shifted uncomfortably as Price spoke of the punishments, but you played it off by thinking he was just uncomfortable and wanted to take a shower or something.
Stepping out of your captain's office was relieving, and you let out a sigh that you didn't realize you were holding in. Holding the booklets of papers you needed to read through though? Not exactly. You pressed the back of your head on the door as you sighed, and you finally faced the hole in your chest for your sergeant. He saw you risk yourself, your life, for no reason. The bare minimum would be to apologize.
Standing up straight and stepping out of the hallway, you went straight for the barracks. You passed countless doors before staring at the gold sign, plastered with his name, “KYLE GARRICK”. Knocking on the door, keeping the booklet behind you hidden, you hold your breath. Was he even in there? Would he even hear you out? You don't know if you'd survive that much embarrassment.
Your heart was beating a mile a minute as you saw the door handle jiggle, then open. You glanced up at the man who opened the door, with a broad chest with arms crossed in front. He didn't seem happy at all to see you, and you held your tongue before anxiety got the best of you.
“I- uhm… Kyle, I need to apologize for what I did today. I should've obeyed your orders, and I should not have done that. I won't risk myself like that in the future, I swear on my life.” Stumbling over your words was a sure way to get him to accept your apology, great job. Your face felt hot and red, as you felt the booklet of papers get wet from your sweaty palms.
“Really now? Maybe it's too late for an apology.” His face was blank, and he seemed bored and out of it. He was very obviously annoyed by your presence, but you needed to salvage your friendship with him in one way or another. As you glanced up at his face, you noticed his face got softer. Considerable softer, for someone whos supposed to be very pissed off at you.
“I don't think I overreacted for what you did, Y/N… but I forgive you. Just don't try that shit again, alright? Come on in.” His voice carried around you like a warm hug, and you broke into a huge grin as you capture him into a tight hug. His chuckles reverberated through you, as he grabbed you by your inner thighs to pull you up. He held you with one arm, holding you like a sack of potatoes as he shut the door with you pressed up against it. You could hear the little “click” of the lock. His face was right up to yours, and you could feel his breath on your face, your noses almost touching.
“Would you mind showing me how sorry you are, my love?”
You could feel his hand snake up your thigh, teasing you through your pants. Looking at where his hand was placed, where it was pulling you closer, you nod. Gaz grins, his hand riding up your leg to under your shirt where they run over the fabric of your bra, which in turn rubs against the sensitive skin of your breast, and eventually to your nipple.
You bite your lip to stop moans spilling out of your mouth as his fingers softly rub against your sensitive skin, his eyes trained on yours as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear that just keep getting you wetter and wetter and wetter. As he pressed his midriff to your waist, your legs wrapped around his waist tightly. You held his shoulders, loosing your grip as his hands managed to take off his shirt, and then yours. Your hands slid down the soft skin of his chest, which was littered with scars, little pepperings of curly chest hair, and cut with muscles galore.
It was obvious he was holding back with you, but you weren’t having any of it. Your hands slid up his chest, to his neck then to the sides of his head where your fingers were tangled in the short, black curls on his head. His brown eyes glinted with lust, as you stared deep into them.
“Kyle. Stop with that bullshit and fuck me.” You barely finished your sentence before he kissed you roughly, his tongue sliding against yours as you held his head. Your smile grew against his face as you felt the stubble of a mustache tickle into your top lip. The little scars on his lips, and the taste of the mint toothpaste he always used.
As you pulled apart, you realized he had moved you to his bed, where he had left you on the edge with your legs splayed open. He dropped to his knees and looked up at you with needy, lust-filled eyes. You broke into another goofy smile and nodded, and you could feel his hands already going to town on your belt and cargoes. He pulled them down, staring at your pink panties which already had an obvious wet spot on them.
You leaned onto your elbows to watch him, giving you a perfect view of him and how he was staring at you with hooded eyes, and how he bit his bottom lip with anticipation when he thought about your aching cunt. In a heartbeat, he had pulled down your panties and they were on the floor, fallen somewhere.
You were too busy thinking about how handsome he looked in between your knees, to not realize his head was already in between your legs until you felt his hair tickling your belly button, his nose nudging your clit. You held in a moan, threading your fingers into his hair, to find any bit of purchase.
He licked a stripe up your cunt, slick collecting on the tip of his tongue as he licked right curled on your clit. He moaned at the taste of you; before taking the small bud in his mouth and sucking as he swallowed all the juices you had made.
The way the stubble on his upper lip tickled you down there, it was breathtaking. His hands had curled around your legs, pulling you impossibly closer to his face as little whimpers left his mouth, sending vibrations right to your brain. The smell of arousal made the air in the room thick, and your moans got louder and louder as you chased your high.
The sly man in between your thighs removed one of his hands holding your thighs, to go under his chin to tease your tense hole. He let go of your clit, just to lick your cunt again. He spat on your hole, your knees fluttering from the sudden feeling. His fingers worked their way into your hole, your walls fluttering about his thick, calloused fingers. You clenched around them, softly moaning as they went deeper into you.
"Fuck darling, you’re so tight for me..”
As he flattened his tongue out, he pressed it on your clit as he just barely moved it from side to side. The coil inside of you just got tighter and tighter, abdomen flexing and pulling taut. Your legs shook, almost seeing new constellations. The pleasure was overwhelming, and your moans could’ve made you star in a porno with the way he was eating you out. His fingers curled into that gummy spot, making that coil snap in half, and making you come.
You practically screamed as he didn’t stop fucking you with his fingers as you came, your slick being pushed in and out from his relentless fingers. You were panting as he pulled back, watching as he licked his fingers with a pussydrunk smile on his face. He had seemed like he just ate the best meal money could buy, and he didn’t seem mad about it.
“Garrick.. god, fuck, my lord.” In the midst of having your soul sucked out of you, he had unzipped his cargoes, slipping them off as he grabbed his cock. He was staring at you with hooded eyelids over closet eyes, as he fisted his length as soft whimpers left his mouth. You both got up, and your eyes widened at the size of him that was right in front of you. He was long and big, with a dark pink tip, and chances were you wouldn’t be able to fit him all.
He smirked as you stared at the sheer size of him, watching as bubbles of precome slip out of his slit. You watched it bob and glanced up at Kyle before moving to your knees. You replaced his hand with yours, pumping his length a few times before leaning down and taking the tip in your mouth.
His pre-come tasted oddly salty, but you could care less. You sucked on it a bit, before taking him deeper, getting half his length down your throat. You were almost gagging, but you continued until you physically couldn’t take more. You held the rest with your free hand, the other finding purchase on his thigh. You bounced your mouth once, twice, and thrice up and down, tears pricking the back of your eyes. His hands tangled into your hair, his fingers softly massaging your scalp as your tongue rubbed under him.
You closed your eyes as you bottomed out, holding back your gagging as he hit the back of your throat. Your hands were holding onto his thighs as you sucked as best you could, staying there until tears fell and you needed more air. You pulled back, a hand going to replace your mouth as you regained yourself. You put him right back into your mouth, the free hand going down to the base to carefully massage his balls, making him curse, his abs tighten and his breath quicken. You quickly pulled back, opening your mouth with a pop as his tip rested on your tongue, coating your mouth with his come.
The corners of your mouth pulled up as he threw his head back, the view from where you were was majestical. You stare at him as you snake a hand down your body, slipping them into your newly slicked folds. You rub your clit as you watch him recover, staring right back at you.
You’re about to speak when he presses his lips to yours roughly, hands sliding to your hips as he pushes you, making you fall back on the bed. It wasn't gentle, but it wasn't rough either. Your hands wrap around the base of his neck as the kiss deepens, his hands beginning to wander up and down your chest, from your shoulder down to your lower abdomen. They start drifting to your back, going up slightly till you feel his hands undo the clasp on your bra. It undoes, and he quickly pulls it off to the side.
You reached down and pulled his cargoes most of the way off, your legs helping the rest of the way as they fall pretty much to his ankles. Your legs wrap around his waist as his tongue mingles with yours, the familiar taste of cigarettes creeping into your mouth. His hands drift to your breasts, going from palming them to squeezing as his thumb runs across your nipple every so often, making you shudder.
He breaks the kiss quickly to reach a hand over to his nightstand drawer, pulling out a foil-wrapped condom. Ripping it open with his teeth, you watch in pure lust and admiration as he effortlessly rolls it onto himself. You're surprised you aren't drooling at this point with the way you're looking at him. His cock rests in your inner thigh, dragging his dick up and down your slick folds.
You could tell that he was taking his sweet ass time enjoying this, and as much as you were too, you couldn't wait any longer. You break the kiss to speak, “ Kyle, I swear to god, if you don't fuck me right now this instant I’m gonn-” You're cut off by a sharp inhale and gasp as he pushed into you with no warning, one thrust was all it took to be fully inside of you, as he waited for your walls to adjust to his size before he started to slowly move.
You whined out as he was going detrimentally slow, your nails making red lines down his back as your hips bucked in need of more. He can sense you’re about to protest about his speed, a smirk falling on his face as he slams into you with so much force you get pushed further to the headboard, the bedframe creaking.
Involuntary moans and small whimpers are spilling out of your lips as his thrusts get faster and more harsh. Your nails sink into his broad shoulders, your arching back pushing your two stomachs together. “Oh my god.”
“You feel so fucking good, Y/N..” he murmurs into the crook of your neck as he keeps his pace. His lips press against your collarbone, kissing up your neck until they meet yours and they crush together in a mind-numbing kiss. If his rough thrusts didn’t make you feel like jello, that kiss surely did. He removes the hand that was gently massaging your breasts and slowly trails it down between your mingled bodies, pressing a firm thumb against your swollen clit as he rubs it in small circles until your back arches as much as his chest will let you. You have no choice but to stop your end of the kiss as you can’t keep your jaw from opening slightly in pleasure.
He hums against your parted lips. his lips drift down to the spot on your neck right under your ear as he whispers breathlessly, “You gonna come all over my cock, Y/N? Cmon, give it to me…” as those words leave his lips your entire body tightens and you let out soft curses and moans as you mumble his name almost incoherently as your orgasm hits you like a truck.
His soft lips press a small kiss on your forehead before grabbing your hips and flipping you over to where you’re now laying on top of him, his cock still hard and desperate as he stays buried to the hilt inside of you.
"That was...”, you pant. "You are...Did you finish?"
“Not yet my love. m’ wanna watch you ride me..” He pants slightly as he gives you the slightest cheeky smile. Your eyes glimmer and a light smirk crawls onto your lips at his words.
You sit up from his chest so you‘re now straddling his waist as your hands brace on his abs. You then slowly pull up on his dick, then at the same pace you slide yourself down achingly slow on his dick, taking every inch as you let out the faintest moan as your head tosses back. You continue the process lifting yourself up and down at a steady pace, not to tire yourself out too quickly as you feel his muscles flex under the weight of your palms.
He tries to keep control and let you keep your pace but he can’t hold it in anymore. His hips snap up to meet every single one of your downward thrusts. you fall forward onto his chest as you mutter breathlessly, “Oh god..fuck right there…” He bucks his hips up, going a bit faster than your original pace as your hips still match his every thrust.
You spit out incoherent mumbles as your thighs begin to burn and shake. You go to warn him about your quickly approaching high, but you’re too late as your entire body convulses and you instinctively bury your face in his neck to conceal your moans and whines as you come. He lets out strings of groans and curses mingled with your name as he finishes alongside you, keeping your body tightly pressed to his chest.
After a few seconds of heavy pants and sighs he carefully flips you over so he’s back on top of you and pulls out slowly not to hurt you or make you more sensitive. He reaches a hand down and discards the used condom, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on your forehead before moving off of you and the bed, walking to the bathroom to get a towel.
He comes back to the bed and parts your legs slightly, wiping you down. Your knees involuntarily twitch inward in sensitivity. He smiles and gives a light chuckle as he continues wiping you down. After he’s finished he tosses the towel aside and looks for your scattered clothing.
You maneuver yourself upward into a sitting position as he hands you your clothing. You smile up at him and start to get dressed not with everything you came in, but to where you aren’t fully naked. He does the same thing and then climbs into bed next to you, pulling you flush against his chest. you bury your head into his chest as you smile.
“Was that a good enough apology?” You look up at him, your eyes slightly droopy from your previous experience, giving him a sleepy smile. He returns the expression, looking down at you with the same smile. “the best one you could’ve possibly given.” He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head.
thank you all for reading!!