#gaz edit

[kookiekult]

Grab your umbrellas! 🌂

LMFAO I LOVE THIS ONE 😭

Requested by: @hiro--aoki

Now if you'll all excuse me I have like 4 essays due in a couple days 🤓

[lesbeanphoenix]

I made a Gaz edit !! He needs more love from this fandom. Especially since it's BHM 💅🏿✨💕✨

This is my first edit in months so,, it's kinda trash- BUT ENJOY IT ANYWAY 💕

Sorry I've been inactive too !! I've been dealing with IRL stuffs :/ but I'm back again <3 also, THANK YOU SM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS ??? I LOVE YALLLL. NEXT GOAL IS 200 ❗✨✨

[lunarw0rks]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPR7Q3PPr/

just needed to share/ gush abt this gaz edit for a sec. his voice in the first clip is so 😍😍😍 ough i need this man biblically

that's gonna be my new favorite edit,,, of gaz and in general

....IM GONNA START VIBRATING !!!

[sadnsxft]

idk what i did to deserve all this but tiktok keeps blessing me with gaz and rudy edits 🤭🤭 im so happy!!

here lemme share my favorite one so far (and ofc iss gaz 🥴🥴)

thank you @/ghvst444 (tt) for your service 🫡🫡

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about the most homophobic misogynistic dude bro talking shit, maybe it’s in the lock room with the rest of his friends, making a whole spectacle out of the two dudes he saw kissing or holding hands

Cw: forced feminization, 18+, top male reader, dom male reader

But you notice the way he shifts from one leg to another, eyes wandering over to your own almost as if fearing you’ll say something you shouldn’t -like how he’d showed up to your dorm last night, sober for once and with his hard on showing through his sweatpants, moments before you had him bouncing on your cock.

Despite having been the one to initiate things, he’d been reluctant to let you know he was enjoying it, with his teeth digging into his bottom lip to the point where blood was trickling down his throat, desperately trying to suppress any sort of noise from escaping his mouth. Hell he refused to move his hips on his own even though he’d been the one to tell you to hurry the fuck up and fuck his pretty little hole (five words you had coaxed forced out of the other man) You had to fuck him back onto your cock, nails digging into the plush skin and working him up and down your dick.

Not that you minded much especially not when he’d ever so often let out wails and whines and you could feel his walls clenching down on your cock and you didn’t waste a second asking if his pretty pussy likes that or if the pretty princess is feeling good. He’d only respond by telling you to shut the fuck up, even spat in your face once but hell that didn’t stop him from riding your dick till he finally reached his orgasm.

[deadunderorbit]

minor MWIII spoilers

them all shushing Shepherd had me rolling God

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

She got em 😔

This is very old. But life has been repeatedly kicking me while I'm down, and I want to share something because sharing these stupid drawings and seeing how people react brings me some joy :')

I'll admit I did plan on finishing this at some point, but it's gotten too old to the point where... it's just too old. I don't want to touch it.

Also YES dib is catfishing zim 1000000000000%

[pogidoow]

Oh hey, don't mind me, I'm just chucking you into the COD universe.

Again, all edits are of @yumethefrostypanda 's screenshots, except for @ave661 's Price render which I'd mistaken for a screenshot 'cause it's that good

[shadow0-1]

Operation: Heartthrob

[captainfern]

inspired by this post and honestly it’s just gaz getting home from the gym all sweaty and worked up and absolutely railing you

18+, fem!reader

gaz’d sent you that photo and you’d gone absolutely insane. the way his tight shirt stretched over his chest and around his biceps, and the way his shorts showed off his muscular thighs and the smooth expanse of his strong legs.

the cheeky bastard knew what he was doing. he knew the photos he sent you, skin shining with sweat and compression shirt taut over the mounds of his chest, got you all heated. probably had you sliding your fingers into your underwear as you sat on the couch, whimpering his name while you drew circles across your pretty clit.

and when he sent you that photo, you had done exactly that— although, you were splayed out on your shared bed, fresh out of the shower. skin still dewy, you held your phone in one hand whilst the other worked itself into your pyjama shorts, sliding over your mound and down into the heat between your legs.

god, he looked so good. he always did. the way the shirt hugged his waist and pectorals, the way his shorts bunched up and his thigh muscles contracted as he bent his knees. you whined out at the continuous stream of thoughts, rubbing your fingers through your soaked folds.

you moaned his name, letting your phone drop away, your imagination good enough now. the image was burnt into your mind, etched against your retina. something you’ll think about for a long time.

two fingers pushed into the tight, wet heat of your cunt, and you gasped out his name again. a sweet, quiet gaz as you hooked and curled your fingers inside you, rutting them in and out, the heel of your hand rubbing against your puffy clit. with gaz’s name on your lips and the image of him swimming in your head, you came around your own fingers, wishing they were his cock.

gaz got home half an hour later, skin slick with sweat and compression shirt darker in colour around his pits, neck and back. he dumped his gym bag by the door and traipsed through the house, finding you sprawled out on top of your bed’s covers. you were in your pyjamas— thinning shorts and one of his shirts— yet he still found himself chubbing up beneath his shorts at the very sight of you.

you put your phone to the side and smiled at your boyfriend illuminated in the doorway.

“hi, darling,” gaz greeted sweetly, panting slightly. slowly, he untied the drawstring of his shorts and let them drop to his ankles, before kicking them away. “kept yourself busy while i’ve been gone?”

“i have, yeah. had a shower, watched some of my show,” you drawled, something sparking in the base of your tummy as gaz hooked his fingers beneath the edge of his shirt. he pulled it over his head, tossing that aside too.

his abdomen gleamed with sweat, cut abs casting shadows in the low light. a couple of beads of sweat rolled down his chest, and between the valley of his pectorals. you watched it, suddenly forgetful of what else you got up to while he was gone for the evening.

“is that right?” gaz mused, taking a couple of wide steps towards the bed. at the end, he reached forward and enclosed his hands around your ankles, rubbing the skin soothingly. he shifted his hands up your calves next, massaging the soft flesh there.

“mhm…” you hummed, body heating up. you locked eyes with your boyfriend, and you suddenly felt overwhelming hot, heart beating quickly beneath your sternum.

gaz’s eyes, all deep chocolate and rich molasses, broke from yours and trailed down the expanse of your body. each dip and curve, his pupils scanned you, slowly expanding in the low light of the bedroom. then, he let out a groan and let go of your legs, stepping back to pull his briefs down.

“you look so beautiful, baby. so bloody sweet,” he commented suddenly, one of his hands shooting down to grasp his thick cock, which bobbed up towards his abdomen, a dribble of precum rolling down the length.

you whimpered, almost embarrassed. you let a small “gaz…” slip from your lips, before he was crawling onto the bed and spreading your thighs.

usually, he’d eat you out first. it was almost routine at this point in your relationship. an amazing routine, you may add. he loved nothing more than to settle himself between your thighs and lap at the warmth of your pussy, nose pressed into you and tongue sliding against you. he’d ensure you come twice before easing the length of his cock into you.

but this time, you knew he wasn’t in the mood to wait any longer than he had too. not with the way his body heaved, breathing jagged as he ripped your fraying pyjama shorts away from you, revealing your soaked cunt to him.

he screwed his eyes shut and moaned, spreading your legs impossibly wider. he opened his eyes after a short, calculating moment, watching as slick pooled out of your clenching hole, down the curve of your arse.

“oh fuck, baby, just look at her,” he cooed, one of his hands kneading your thigh while the other pressed the pad of his thumb against your wet hole. you shivered, arching your back, but he didn’t push it in any further. he continued, “prettiest pussy. such a pretty pussy, an’ all for me.”

gaz pulled his hand away and immediately slotted himself above you, bringing his face to yours so that he could kiss you. the kiss was sloppy and uncoordinated as gaz panted into your mouth, but you licked against his tongue and kept up with the desperate movements of his lips.

you could smell him, too. sweat and musk and his cologne. maybe it was the bottom note of the good ol’ male pheromones, but your clit throbbed in tandem with your heartbeat. you whimpered into his mouth, and he pulled away, sucking a quick kiss to the curve of your jaw.

now, he ground his hard cock against your slit, rubbing up and down and knocking against your throbbing clit. you moaned, tipping your head back while gaz held your hips, holding you nice and still as he humped himself against you.

“‘m gonna give you my cock, darling,” gaz groaned, finally pulling his wet cock away from your heat, before notching the flared head at your entrance. with a gentle cant of his hips, he pushed the head inside, forcing a moan out of your lungs and your arms scrambled to grip onto his sweaty back.

“thaaaat’s it, that’s a good stretch,” gaz uttered, pushing his cock in further without giving you much room to adjust. he just kept going, smoothly feeding his cock into the tight clutch of your cunt inch by inch.

half-way inside you, he darted a hand between you to press against your clit, rubbing tight but gentle circles against it. you mewled, one hand of your own travelling down his dewy chest, feeling the warmth of his pectorals and the beating of his own heart beneath his skin.

he grunted. “taking me so well, baby. doing such a good job for me. my good girl— my best girl.” he then bottomed out with one last quick thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside you.

usually, he’d wait for you to adjust. this time round, he quickly searched your face for any signs of discomfort, before he was pulling out and thrusting all the way back in, both of his hands either side of your head now. he pressed his sweaty body against you, and started to move.

“gaz—!” you moaned, no doubt scratching lines down his back as you scrambled for purchase, his cock sending shocks to the base of your tummy, your thighs quivering around his hips. your tits bounced beneath your (his) shirt as you arched further against him, pressing your chest right up to his.

gaz’s pace was relentless— fucking into you hard and fast, cockhead slamming against the plug of your womb, drawing sounds from the cavern of your emptying lungs. you drew out shuddered breaths and long moans, the strokes of his cock deep and long-hitting. you’d feel it in the morning, definitely.

your cunt clenched around him, wet and warm and tight, sucking him in. the sounds were obscene, loud with the creaking of your bed. wet fap-fap-fap’s as gaz’s hips smacked into yours and his cock drove into your wet pussy again and again.

“you looked so good,” you told him, tone whiny as your brain began to mist over, orgasm slowly tightening inside your belly. “that photo— s’just so hot. touched myself to it.”

gaz smiled, pressing down briefly to kiss you. pulling away, he was still smiling. “aw, s’that right? got you all worked up, did i?”

you didn’t have to answer. you probably couldn’t anyway. you tried to nod, a pathetic little moan pushing out from between your parted lips, but that was it. gaz’s pace knocked you about, rendering you speechless as he hit your g-spot. hard and deep and rough.

gaz continued to pant above you, grunting and groaning with each movement of his body. if he was sore after the gym, he wasn’t showing it, as his hips maintained a brutal pace, cock still splitting your pussy open around it.

“my pretty fuckin’ girl. all mine, too,” gaz grunted, balls slapping against the curve of your arse, coarse pubic hair brushing against the top of your clit with each thrust. you mewled in response, and he cooed at you. “i know, baby. doing so well. you wanna come?”

you nodded frantically, hands smoothing up and down the slick expanse of his back. your thighs squeezed around him just as your cunt squeezed around his cock, orgasm brewing.

god, he was so hot. and he was all yours.

“gaz, gaz fuck—” you moaned, body buzzing with pleasure. the tight spot in your tummy grew and grew, your body heating up, until each purposeful slam of his cock had brought you right to the edge of release.

“gaz,” you whimpered finally.

gaz kissed you gently and, with his lips still brush in against yours, he whispered, “come for me.”

you did— cunt tightening up around his cock as the band in your belly snapped, your climax rocketing through you. you moaned, loud and pornographic, a whine of his name, as you came around his cock. your legs shook, back arched as slick dribbled out of you as his cock continued to rut in and out, undeterred.

“oh, that’s it, that’s it, sweetheart. good girl,” gaz praised you the entire you came, pace unchanging. “good girl. come all over my cock, that’s it.”

his pace was still driven by something insatiable, sparking bright behind his dark eyes like a match. he grunted, panted like something else entirely, body sweaty and warm and everything good about the aftermath of an intense workout. he’d feel this in his muscles tomorrow morning, but for now, he wasn’t worried.

instead, he was focussed on his climax. it built and built and built until he could feel the lower part of his stomach twitching and his balls drawing tight, cock jerking inside your tight cunt. he groaned, burying his face into the crook of his neck and practically humping you as he hurtled towards his release.

“fuuuuck, pretty baby, fuck—” then he moaned your name and came inside you, flooding your insides with warmth. you could almost feel it inside you while you also felt his thick cock slowly softening inside you.

“that’s a good girl…” he muttered against you, cock remaining nestled deep inside your tight cunt, warm and comfortable. just like he was, laying on top of you.

“is this my aftercare?” you joked, rubbing his back and pressing a kiss to his shoulder. you could taste the salt on your lips now.

gaz grunted, then angled his head to press a nice kiss to your cheek, nuzzling you. “oh, no. i’m not done with you yet, darling.”

[koriandrrr]

You tell that to the boy in the Embassy.

[sadnsxft]

THIS EDIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! straight to the "OOOOOOHWEEEEEE 🥵🫡" folder

[collinnmckinley]

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare // Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II

[soapsbaby]

Bunch of Deviants II

Summary: Second part of me assigning a k!nk to each of the 141 + Alejandro, Rudy, Graves, König and Valeria that I could imagine them having. You can find part one here. Enjoy!

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, König, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, Phillip Graves, Alejandro Vargas, Rudy Parras, Valeria Garza, all x reader

Rating: NSFW (minors DNI)

Warnings: Choking, Primal Kink, Free Use, Degradation

Word Count: 1.3k-ish

Ghost - Primal

He loves the thrill of hunting you down. Even though you of course know that it's just him, the panic you feel when he catches you is genuine. The way he towers over you, eyes cold except for the sense of victory in them that he caught you and that you are now his to deal with whatever he wants to.

Usually he just takes you right where he catches you, ripping your clothes from your body and fucking you, pinning you down and just holding you in whichever position he needs you in.

He will be so humiliating and degrading, oh, you should run faster next time, are you actually enjoying this? you really are a needy little slut.

After he has come and you are all fucked out he will hold you, just pressing you to his chest until your heartbeat returns to a normal pace.

Soap - Receiving Nudes at Work

He loves when you rile him up through the entire day, sending him pictures, videos or voice messages, telling him how badly you want him, how you need him, how you've been touching yourself all day but it just doesn't compare to when he does it.

He won't be able to think straight until he's finally back home with you and gets to actually fuck you, working off the frustration you put him through.

Usually he just has to get himself off as quickly as possible, fucking you desperately, but he isn't done just because he came. Usually he'll take his time afterwards to eat you out for as long as you can take.

He also makes sure to save all of the messages so he can go through them later, especially on long missions with bad internet reception where it is all he can use to get himself off.

Price - Watching you Touch yourself

He loves watching you touch yourself for him. It started once when he walked in on you and instead of joining in, he just sat down on the foot of the bed, telling you to keep going even though your first reaction was to cover yourself with your blanket.

He loves the way he can read your body, can tell when you are getting closer, those little whines when you push yourself right up to the edge. He knows you too well.

He loves watching you come for him while he strokes himself. You look so beautiful when you do and he takes in every aspect of you, the way your eyelids flutter shut, your legs shaking and your mouth falling open, his name spilling over your lips.

His favorite part is when he finally gets to fuck you for round two, you are so wet after you've come once already and you are so whiny and sensitive.

Gaz - Free Use

Free use goes both ways for you. Especially if you have longer periods of vacation times where you can stay home you will fuck wherever and whenever. Whether it is you walking in while he plays video games and sucking him off while he tries to not let the people on voice chat know or him pushing up your dress while you are working in the kitchen to fuck you from behind, you love being available for each other.

For convenience you both usually don't wear much clothes at home anyways and you also sleep naked.

Of course you both know that you can deny favors to one another if you are not feeling up to it, but neither of you really ever do. Each other's pleasure is enough motivation.

König - Thigh Riding

Having you ride his thigh is one of his favorite things, he loves the way it gives him close to no physical stimulation so he can focus completely on you without any distractions.

He loves the desperation in your eyes when you drag yourself across him, grinding your hips against his leg because it's the only thing he'll let you have if he's feeling strict.

Sometimes, when you are already overstimulated he will grab you by the hips and make you grind down even harder and faster, feasting on your whimpers.

It's one of his favorite ways to make you come, the way your movements stutter and he has to grab you to hold you upright, whispering sweet praise into your ears.

Graves - Pegging

It took him so, so long to admit to you that he wanted you to peg him. He was terrified that you would reject him or even be weirded out by his request. He didn't want to make you feel any different about him.

Of course you didn't, and you both loved it from the first time you tried it out. Everything about his reaction to being fucked refuses to leave your mind, the way his body just seemed to melt into the sheets, legs refusing to support him, hands tangled in the sheets for some form of support.

You have never heard him moan the way he does every time you peg him, his mind just immediately turns into putty and all of his dirty thoughts just spill out, begging for you to go harder.

Will usually be able to come hands free if you take your time with him.

Alejandro - Degradation

He loves you more than anything in the world and he respects and adores you, but there is just something about treating you like a dirty whore that gets him going like nothing else.

He loves making you give him sloppy blowjobs and making you drool all over him, he loves bending you over whichever surface is closest to you and just taking you then and there.

He loves treating you like you are property, like you're a toy he gets to use to get himself off, pushing you into whichever position he wants you in.

He doesn't let go until you have come at least a few times, his favorite is when you come around his cock, the way you clench around him and that sweet, overwhelmed look in your eyes drives him insane.

He will always make sure afterwards that you are okay and that you know that none of the ways he treated you reflect how he actually feels about you and that you know how much he loves and appreciates you.

Rudy - Choking

The majority of the time there is no clear dom-sub relationship between the two of you, however, he adores you choking him.

His favorite position is when you are riding him and then wrap your hands around his throat, just tight enough to make him a little dizzy.

He'll beg for you to kiss him, take away even more of his ability to breathe.

He comes so hard being choked, almost passing out and whimpering for you to go harder on him.

Valeria - Strap-Ons

It doesn't matter what your gender is, if you let her, she'll use her strap on you.

She almost sees it as an extension of herself, she adores seeing you on your knees and making you suck the strap, praising and degrading you at the same time as she fucks your throat as deeply as you can take it, "such a pretty slut, so needy for my cock, aren't you?"

She fucks you like she wants you to never be able to walk again, rough and deep, long deep strokes. If the position allows it she'll also use her hands on you, circling your most sensitive spots with her thumb and taking pleasure in your desperate, whiny moans.

[mikichko]

i have a very peculiar cat whose quirks basically run my life and now i cant stop imaging the 141 with a base cat who acts the same.

scraggly little tripod that gaz of all people finds inside the hood of one of the humvees (do the brits still even use these?) and latches onto him right away. probably hisses at soap when she first sees him. slow blinks at ghost first (after gaz)

she yells at price every time she wants to eat and refuses to eat unless he's standing over her guarding her. she'll use soap as a moving cat tree and just bolt from across the room and launch herself at him. she'll wander around base looking for ghost, yell at him, and then lead him over to the soft couch in the rec room to cuddle on the couch. they have a designated blanket there so she can make her biscuits in peace on them. if she's not with the other three she's riding on gaz's shoulders purring non stop. she also loves sleeping with him the most because he moves around the least

[wraithdance]

Shit I’m still thinking about that ask I got. I don’t want to ever posture myself as the authority on all things black whatsoever, so I never want to come off like that, but since I was a kid I’ve seen so many of my fave books and shows get discontinued/not picked up because a non poc audience didn’t think they could relate.

As fanfics are literally a direct reflection of media, I think it’s important to be cognizant that there is a bias happening for poc writers. You may not want to engage because you don’t think it’s meant for you out of concern for the author but there’s someone else who secretly WONT engage because they don’t view an experience outside of their own as worthy. Plus by reblogging our culturally specific work you may be leading one of your followers who CAN relate to a fic or author that would comfort them!!