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celestialwhoree · 3 days

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Kyle 'Gaz' 'Has the biggest fattest crush on the quiet team medic' Garrick

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#cod mwii #cod mw2 #cod #tf 141 #gaz garrick #Kyle gaz garrick #gaz #gaz cod #Kyle garrick #he's so whipped and she barely even talks to him #too busy organising her medkit #tries to flirt by coming in with the weirdest made up injuries

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vampyre-boyfriend · 2 days

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Gaz:"why's soap crying?"

Ghost:"someone said he gave cop vibes."

Soap, sobbing:"I WOULD HAVE RATHER BEEN CALLED UGLY!"

#soap hates cops #i don't make the rules #call of duty #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #incorrect cod quotes #incorrect quotes #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #gaz #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gaz cod #gaz call of duty

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blingblong55 · 3 days

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I'm tired of not finding enough fics about Gaz being a proud pussy eater. That he doesn't have nip piercings and smiles as he makes eye contact with you while his finger is in your cunt and his tongue lapping at your clit.

Also Soap being a complete sucker(pun not intended) for tit and thigh fucking. Leash around your neck, his cock fucking you dumb whilst he degrades you but ALSO!!!!!! Him crying when the roles are switched and you overstimulate him, he loves when you suck and lick his pretty nips. Let's not forget he would have a thing for eating you out and praising your pussy. He deadass won't stop eating you, even if you push his head away, he won't move. You can beg and cry but he will latch his mouth on you like a hungry puppy. At some point, he doesn't do it for your pleasure but for his own because he is a proud pussy lover and enjoyer. He cums just from eating you out like the pathetic and desperate puppy he is. this is also Gaz if you care

....okay, now I must go to class...bye!

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all-purpose-dish-soap · 1 day

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literally all im thinking of after the gas push-up fics are reader and gaz sparring or wrestling likeeeeee 🙏 his teasing would be nasty too omg

even before the tension reaches a head and he fucks you in the showers, his teasing was bad. but if you think that somehow he'll ease up after that? nope. it's 20x worse.

like tell me Gaz wouldn't be walking into the gym horny every morning. 5am and you're not even done warming up but he's quipping that it's a good morning for a spar. obviously ten seconds into this """friendly sparring match""" he's sweeping your legs and turning it into the most perverse wrestling match. pinning your hands under his knees and getting you into a leg bar so he can push your legs apart. you could give him the benefit of the doubt until he literally buries his head between your thighs. no shame, he has no shame.

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white-tulip323 · 2 days

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عندما تقول غزة تحت القص.ف فهذا لا يعني اصوات ق.نابل وطائرات فحسب … غزة تحت الق.صف اي بيوت دمرت ،، عائلات أبيدت ..أم وأب وأبناء ،، عائلات تيتمت ..تشردت أب يحمل رضيعه بين يديه وهو لا يفهم كيف ولماذا حصل هذا ؟ و طبيبة تصادف زوجها في ثلاجة الموتى وابن يسمع بخبر وفاة والده وهو بعيد عنه عاجز حتى على توديعه وعائلات تفرقت بين البيوت حتى يبقى منهم ناجي واحد ليست مجرد فقد عزيز فقد عزيز وأمان وسلب دون وجه حق وظلم وقهر غزة تحت الق.صف أي أحياء مسحت من الخريطة محلات ومدارس وجامعات …مساجد . الحياة ابيدت هناك ما صنعه الناس هناك في سنوات … مات ما بنوه تحطم وما صنعوه اختفى لتبقى لهم ذكريات ..ذكريات تأسيس عائلة وذكريات صوت اطفال وذكريات آذان مساجد … وذكريات أشلاء غزة تحت الق.صف يعني ان يكون أحدهم آمنا ضاحكا …ليستيقظ ويجد نفسه دون أهل دون عمل دون أمن دون أكل دون شرب دون ملجأ دون علاج دون وطن كما خلقه ربه فقيرا تائها ضائعا 💔 لا تدعوا صور الق.صف والد.مار تجعلكم تتعودون على المناظر فتبرد القلوب. كثفوا الأدعية …من نصر الضعفاء يوم بدر قدير ..وربك الأكرم

اللهم إثأر لدموعِ أهل غزَة، لبحة الآه في أصواتِهم، للحرقة التي في صدورهِم، لألمهم المدفون والمُعلن، تولى قلُوبهم، أنعِم عليهم بالسَكينة، انتقم لحزنهِم، لوعكاتهمْ، ولخوفِهم الذي لا مؤمِنٍ له سِواك🤲🏻🇵🇸

#gaza #palestine #غزة تحت القصف #gaza genocide #gazaunderattack #gaz

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vilixxr · 14 hours

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kyle x gn!reader

tags: fluff, bits of smut, marriage, that’s it. kyle is also endearingly annoying?

notes: marriage? no. with him? maybe.

wc: 962

You didn’t do the whole 'marriage' thing.

Well, you liked the idea of it. On the outside, looking in, it painted a nice picture: Eternal love, spoken out loud, in which death couldn't keep you apart. In theory.

It looked nice, pretty and pure, but you had sworn against it. You've seen how it ends, anyway. At some point, 'Eternal love' would sound more like chains you would tie to your wrists. Till death do you part, until you'd grow desperate to find the key midway through.

But, fuck, it was hard to keep promises between you and your heart. Especially when he was there.

This bastard. The one who had managed to worm through your own wall that you had set, now sitting in your stuffy kitchen. Your boyfriend, all calm and quiet, yet still holding that air of confidence that drove you wild. His lips were propped up in a dumb little smirk, almost a grin, as he caught you staring.

Kyle tilts his head, barely hides his amusement. "Somethin’ wrong?"

Absolutely.

It didn’t make sense to you. You've known Kyle for years. Years, and he’s always been the same man to you. A man who moves like he dreams. Constant, unstoppable, a man who soars and would never settle down, even if it killed him. Marriage was the furthest thing you'd find him doing. Probably.

Of course, though, you had to feel something anyway. All your heart, solely spent on him, the man that pissed you off. He just taunts you in ways that fit in the crevices of your heart, and he didn’t even know it. He makes your head spin, him and his perfection, drowns your mind in blooming photos of every single feature that made him the cunt that he is.

It had gotten so bad that you couldn't stop painting a picture of life beyond calling him your boyfriend. Wrath knows no bounds, and it's in the way you'd punch him at the altar for enlisting and leaving you. It's in the way you'd hiss in his ears all of your gripes that falter with the moan that leaves your lips mid sentence. It's in the way that you'd dedicate your energy to arguing over every little thing, even while the both of you went window shopping for a potential home.

You glance away. "No."

He smirks, like he knows. He's so getting punched at your wedding.

He slowly blinks, nonchalant. The slight sheen in his eyes are irreducible. "Has to be. You keep lookin' at me like I did somethin'."

The only thing that leaves your lips is a sigh that you hope doesn't tell him anything. You know it does anyway.

His expression barely changes, but you (unfortunately) can tell that there's something different. He looks at you, smirk stretched into a smile that shows top teeth, and his eyes shine in a way that makes you melt. It's such a look of love, where he tells you that you were the only one he really existed in his world. He may drop to his knees and bend to your will, just to see you smile. All that "hatred" you harbor, which he knows doesn't really exist, is something that he loves to shatter every time he tenderly takes you in his arms. Feel his heart pressed against yours.

And, you hate to admit it, but this is what made you soften. Your body slumps a little in your chair, but you kept your eyes on him. Those beautifully made eyes that glow in the sun, and seem to shine especially when it's you who's staring back at him.

Fuck. You'd punch him at the altar, you decided. Punch him, lightly, in the shoulder, because you couldn't dare to try and harm the man that's survived bullet wounds and bodies at his feet. You'd kiss him, because he deserves tenderness he was never given until now. You'd kiss him, again, just because. Again and again, and you'd beam at the sight of your husband.

The gripes would be nothing but insincere complaints. "I hate you," you'd breathe, but you wouldn't mean it. Your breath would hitch as he grips your thighs and kisses you in tandem with the pace set, while you follow with, "God, I love you."

And, while you may argue with him over the smallest things while choosing, you could still envision the home you'd live in with him, too. Small, cozy, some place that fits only you and him. Pillows placed so. Scattered remnants of hobbies and hoarded items left askew that encapsulate everything the both of you could ever be. Decorations, messes, love in every corner.

All that, and not just that. You'd find comfort, among the things that would make up your predetermined home. You could laugh, cry, ache, yell, rise and fall, all in the middle of the kitchen you imagined in your dreams, especially with him, wrapped around you and carrying you through it all. It was then that you'd find that something, as he cupped his hands around your face, and you did the same, cuddling among the walls of the only place the both of you could settle.

Something you've both yearned for, for a long, long time.

A home. One to reside in. One within each other.

So, marriage was something you swore off of, but it seems like the perfect time to ask him something. A murmur, so hesitant and unlike you.

It pairs well with the way your eyes dart around, before falling on him once more. You breathe, and the question leaves your lips:

“Would you marry me?”

And it was perfect, the way the corners of his eyes crinkle in an unspoken yes.

this fic beat my ass. kyle i’m sorry

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#cod #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #cod mwii #kyle gaz x reader #gn reader #gaz #cod gaz #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod fluff #gaz ily btw #fluff #suggestive

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ccrites · 2 days

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Signal Lost

I've had something happen to me that's so incredible and that I could have never hoped, something so touching and so unbelievable that it made me rethink a whole lot of stuff: a wonderful reader on Ao3 started reading my long-form fic (101k words!!!) and commented basically every chapter after a certain point. And wow, I would have never thought something like this might happen.

And yeah, it is my first fic with plot in it, yeah I will never believe it to be perfect, but it's good enough. And receiving all those emails from Ao3 really was the highlight of my days over the course of which I saw said reader slowly go through all my favorite parts!

And so I wish to give it some spotlight here, while I'm finishing up my school year and work and whatever! I will post this here for now, but I will drop chapters every few days and make a Masterlist for it this weekend. I have too many loose ideas in my head so this is just to pass the time till the brain worms wiggle all in the same direction

So without further ado:

Link to AO3 here : Signal Lost - a John Price x reader fic

----- here's a blurb to pique your interest!

“I don’t think I’ve ever received a document as classified as this one. What am I supposed to do with it, Kate?” he says, dragging his thumb across the pile of papers, each file filled with more ink than the last.

“You asked for proof, there’s your proof,” Laswell says.

“You said you’ll bring someone competent, and who can help us, this doesn’t tell me shit.” He stares blankly at the screen, tired. She stares back.

“The Captain specifically asked to keep this under wraps.”

He rubs at his face, scratching at his beard. It’s getting long again.

“Who is he, anyway?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

He groans again, picking up the file on top. No photo, no name, no age, no height, weight, no nothing . And he thought Simon was secretive.

“What can you tell me?”

“It’s the closest we’ve ever gotten to him. Did things a particular way.”

He shifts through the papers. “And the discharge?”

“Left after the entire team got wiped out. Messy stuff.”

“That why he doesn’t show his face?” He bends forward, grabbing the cigar from the ashtray and bringing it to his lips.

“John.” Her voice carries a heavy warning.

“Just sayin’,” he says, biting around the cigar with one side of the mouth. “What kinda captain doesn’t go down with his men?”

“Got enough guilt as is. You’re lucky I convinced them.”

They both remain silent. They know the missions would be a slippery slope. One wrong move and a war is started. He puffs a cloud of smoke.

“Anything else?” John asks.

Kate looks to the side, her face illuminated by another screen. He can see her hesitate, her lips are pursed in a thin line as if she’s debating her options.

“You’ve worked together before.”

His face lights up. “Finally! Who?”

Her face immediately hardens back up. “Can’t tell, John, my hands are tied.” She sighs. “You were still a Lieutenant.”

Years ago then. He mentally catalogs everyone he’s ever worked with, but he knows that at that age, he was throwing himself at every available mission, wanting to make a name for himself. “So an old fart then? How’s that gonna help us?” If the guy was a Captain when he was still a Lieutenant, and he felt himself grow old, he can’t imagine who Laswell is bringing back from the dead.

Laswell’s face distorts, he knows he’s pushing her buttons, but he has to know.

“Not older than you John.”

His eyebrows raise. “Oh?”

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returning to the military to hunt Makarov is hard enough, to do it with your past lover is even harder. a "friends to lovers to enemies to friends and back to lovers" story

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Tags and other CW: will be posted for each chapter containing warnings for more hardcore stuff (i.e., torture and angst namely), but this is a fanfic, with smut, so if you want all the tags feel free to check the ao3 link bc there are a LOT and I am lazy to retype them all here

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crazyufokid · 2 days

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gaz does a twitch stream and uses the donations to raise money for dib's head reduction surgery

she's so kind <3

#invader zim #gaz #gaz membrane #dib #dib membrane

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femalefemur · 3 days

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ghost at wetherspoons and gaz and soap somehow find out and keep sending peas to his table

#taskforce 141 #task force 141 #cod #ghost #simon ghost riley #gaz #kyle gaz garrick #soap #johnny soap mactavish

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valley-flower0 · 1 day

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COME GET YOUR COD MAN WITH THIS DIALOGUE FROM QUEEN OF THE SOUTH

I was just rewatching one of my fave shows and I forgot about this scene and fuck! I WANT EVERY COD COSPLAYERS TO VISIT ME HAHAHAAHHAHAHA!!!! (im losing my shit)

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project-doomsday · 19 hours

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I wanted to post all the animations from the Fake Preview Trailer so here ya go!

#tw: flashing lights #animations #invader zim #doomsday au #my art #au #iz #dib #z #Gaz #Zim

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pupyr0arz · 2 days

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Gaz who just decides to act on the advice of his fellows and get himself a partner. Goes out to actually begin considering people for a long term relationship and define his ‘type’ and you do something mildly nice for him and he’s like oh well then. Why was everyone saying this is so hard? And then you’re just cursed to meet him 24/7 as he creeps and bullies his way into your life until you finally just date him

#.bark #gaz #kyle gaz x reader #gaz x reader #cod x reader #cod #im very into Gaz just deciding he like you tbh

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luvverslair · 2 days

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I don't know if you write stuff like this but: Gaz coming home from deployment and reader is in bed because their depression has made it hard to stand up so they didn't cook or prepare anything and they feel super guilty and it's just comfort and fluff and Gaz is really sweet and reader comforts him too when he talks about the stuff that happened on deployment (the stuff he's allowed to say) and... something like that.

Totally cool if you don't want to/feel like it. Thank you!

hi !! sorry it took me so long to answer this ask, i think this is such a good idea and fits gaz sm !! thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy !!

TW: MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION UNDER CUT

Gaz's footsteps echoed through the hallway as he made his way into their shared home, dropping his bags and gear with a sense of relief. "Honey, I'm home!" he called out eagerly, expecting the usual rush of footsteps and warm embrace, but met with an unusual silence instead.

Confusion knitted his brows together as he ventured further into the house, his voice bouncing off the walls as he called out your name repeatedly. Each room seemed to hold its breath, until he finally reached the bedroom.

"Love, are you..." Gaz's words trailed off as he took in the sight before him. You were sprawled across the bed, looking worse for wear, makeup smudged, and his shirt draped over your frame. Concern flooded his features as he approached, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

"Hey there, lovie," he murmured softly, his fingers tracing circles on your back. "You alright?"

Startled, you shot up from your position, a flurry of apologies tumbling from your lips. Gaz reached out, steadying you with a reassuring touch. "Now, now, no need for all that," he said gently, his voice laced with understanding. "You don't need to worry about a thing."

Your eyes met his, gratitude shining through despite the fatigue etched into your features. "But I should've..."

Gaz shook his head, cutting off your protest with a tender smile. "Let's not dwell on that right now, love," he insisted. "How about we order some takeout and relax?"

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you nodded in agreement, feeling the weight of his support easing your worries. "Thank you," you whispered softly, leaning into his embrace.

Gaz pressed a kiss to your forehead, his heart swelling with love. "Always," he murmured, holding you close.

As the night went on, Gaz told you stories from his deployment, sharing snippets of his experiences. And as sleep finally claimed you both, tangled in each other's arms.

The following day you and him both deep cleaned your home, and afterward spent the day catching each other up and recent events and gossip. The day ended with you both sitting on your back patio just enjoying each other.

You knew it was gonna be okay, you knew no matter what He would always stand by your side no matter what.

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sketchnskribbles · 3 days

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The duo you DONT want to get on the wrong side of

#invader zim #iz #iz art #iz fanart #invader zim fanart #Gaz #IZ Gaz #Gaz membrane #Zim #IZ Zim #sketchnskribbles #skribble's art

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all-purpose-dish-soap · 8 hours

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i am munching concrete and getting brainworms i am obsessed with gym buddy gaz and your writing 🙏🙏

thank youuuu <3 similarly obsessed with him. gym buddy gaz is so lowkey obsessive about you too. being gym buddies is being in a relationship with you... kinda like dating, right? basically gives him a free pass to be a little protective (overprotective) of you, right?

weird how people start avoiding the gym when you and him are in there.

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witchthewriter · 23 days

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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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