#poor gaz

[mitrielle]

I tried to step outside my comfort zone, work with fewer colors and avoid using airbrushes and smudging brushes. I partially succeeded 😅

There's a NSFW part 2 in two different versions on Bsky and X (but I spectacularly failed in my efforts to keep it simple with that piece).

[fishiechippies]

Random scenes

Ghost: Johnny give me a sit rep

Soap: knee's still a bastard but 'm solid

-Silence-

Ghost: Soap

Soap: Ghost?

Ghost: Wot type of underwear does a skeleton wear?

Soap: Christ- exasperated-swooning-sigh wot.

Ghost: skele-thong

Soap: snort Fok tat was bad sir

-a pause-

Soap: I bet ye have one of those

Ghost: hmm?

Soap: a skele-thong

Ghost: wouldn't you like to know, sergeant

Soap: I would, sir

Ghost: I might-

Gaz: a loud sigh turn your comms off next time you start bloody flirting

[tanked-up]

Gaz: Can you come collect your freak of a man please

Gaz: He’s doing things…

Ghost: No, I set him loose on purpose

Gaz: Wh-

Ghost: He needs enrichment

Soap: I’m in this chat too you know…

[meowpupp]

Hiii

I was wondering- Did you already write a fic with Gaz and Price taking reader at once? If not, can you write a little Drabble please 🙏 ❤️

prices grip on your jaw is almost painful. you're splayed out on your back, pretty body exposed to both his and kyles greedy eyes. prices grip keeps you still as he eases his cock down your throat. slick sounds of you gagging fill the room, alongside kyles whimpers, but he doesn't pay mind.

your owner slides his hand down, pressing down on your throat, feeling his dick bulge in your throat as he thrusts. he almost forgets about kyle, focused on how hot, wet, and tight your pretty mouth is. he much prefers it like this, rather than whining at him.

kyle stands still, every nerve of his body is alight. he's a good boy, at least that's what he tells himself. price had given him specific instructions. 'do not move until I tell you to.'

his fingers dig into your hips, leaving indents as he wills himself to stay still. he's buried to the hilt inside your cunt. your walls tighten and spasm around him. his breathing is heavy, eyes trained on your body. you look so pretty like this. your back arched, tits pushed out, cunt on display.

he pants, unable to stop himself from whining. he leans forward, hands resting on either side of you, hunched forward as he struggles to stay still. "pl-please captain," it's almost torture for him. finally, he's able to feel your tight cunt around his cock, and yet, he's not even allowed to grind into you. "fuck- I need to, feels so fucking tight," he's practically drooling, drops of saliva dripping onto your chest, "need t'move, please captain."

price smirks. It's as if your body is a toy, something that he's using to get off. he pulls out of your mouth, gripping his cock, looking down as he traces your lips with his tip. "what do you say pup? you want Kyle t'fuck you? want t'feel him deep in your guts?"

your mouth opens to respond, but price doesn't give you the chance. he thrusts forward, once again stuffing your throat. his hips grind against you, smirking as you choke and gag. your whole body reacts, legs kicking up as you squirm and twist.

price tuts, pulling back again to let you catch a breath. he ignores you, however, giving you a moment of respite. his focus is on Kyle, hand gripping his hair tightly to make Kyle meet his eyes.

"you seem to be out of luck, puppy," the whine kyle lets out is nothing less than pathetic. it tugs at price's heartstrings. he knows first-hand just how tight and irresistible your pretty cunt is. he sighs, as if it's a bother, "you get 30 seconds. if you don't finish within it, you're not cumming till next week."

price can barely finish his sentence before kyle starts moving. its almost like the other pup is bullying your cunt. your whole body jolts with each thrust, each one hitting deep, deep inside your cunt.

price lets go of kyle, instead gently guiding you to look up at kyle. he leans down, lips brushing your ear as he speaks. you feel him grip your jaw again, this time much more gently. "look at him sweetheart," prices thumb strokes your jaw as he makes you watch kyle, "so desperate."

kyle doesn't let up, doesn't even seem to care about you. his hands grip your waist as he slams you back onto his cock. with each thrust, he pushes further into you. his whimpers and moans fill the room, far overshadowing yours. he's desperate, willing himself to cum before price calls him off. a shiver shoots up his spine. he can feel himself twitch, almost seconds away from cumming, filling up your pretty cunt.

and its then, in that moment, that price pushes him away, and out, of you. denying both you and kyle the feeling of him cumming deep inside you.

[snootlestheangel]

Having a fit trying not to die laughing rn

I'm actually the funniest person I know, holy shit

I was just thinking of something relating to Ghoap (you know, the usual) when I thought of them at like a formal event

And Ghost actually gets all dressed up, goes without the mask, everything. And then this interaction spawned 🤣

Person: Wow, Ghost cleans up nicely, doesn't he?

Gaz, without thinking: Yeah cause he's fucking Soap.

Person: O.O

Gaz: uh i mean... uh... fuck

[lialucis]

Something new~ I almost feel bad for Gaz now lol. But Gaz x Zy (my insufferable OC) @xxundeadfanboixx ;D it's shit, I know.

1, 2, 3

"You keep chattering you're going to crack those pretty little teeth." Zy would chuckle out, gaze focused on steepling the dusty wood the safe house had. The howling winds buffeting the rickety building Zyren, from Shadow Company and Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, from Task Force 141 were holed up in.

It was a simple recon mission, one where Graves happily lended one of his 'best' to the Task Force since they were one man down. A show of good will, as well as Well wishes for the Scotsman to get better. A miracle that the bullet hadn't caused more damage. Graves always did like that snappy dog. All things considered.

"Will you shut yer trap already?" Gaz spat out, rifling through his rucksack. Looking for his heat packs to stuff inside his sleeping roll with him. He always was shit with cold. Narrowed eyes glaring at the blond, more specifically the long coat that brushed the floor while he worked on prepping the fire.

"Keep growling and I might let you." Another low laugh lips curled in a smirk as Zyren shifted slightly, withdrawing a knife and piece of metal. A few clacks and the cold room would be a bit brighter, to skilled for this wildlife shit clearly.

"French arse..." tugging his coat tighter, Gaz averted his gaze mumbling under his breath. "Shouldn' 'ave warned 'im about the ice..."

A low rumbling chuckle that made Gaz's skin crawl, "Easy there with the foreplay, you know I get excited easy."

Gaz's eyes would widen in mortification, mouth opening to bite back only to me smack in the face by something warm. Something that smelt distinctly of gunpowder and metal. Already moving to yank the warmth, Zy's much larger coat, around his shoulders. Melting into the much needed warmth. Irritated flaring as the blond didn't seem bothered about the loss of his coat, much more focused on the fire struggling to grow beneath the merc's careful hand. The scatching bite fading on Gaz's tongue as he watched the soft warm light of the fire reflect on the blonds face. Making him almost- No! Not happening!

"Stay on your side you... Stupid French bastard!"

"Awww, are we mad about me being French... Or because I'm Shadow Company? You can be honest it'll be our little secret."

"You-!" A swift movement and Gaz had turned on Zy, teeth bared in anger.

A well placed puff of air, and the fire would properly ignite. Licking along the dry logs, crackling softly. "Me~"

"You- J-jus' sod off you bloody bastard!" A thump as Gaz turned throwing himself into his sleeping roll and trying to leech what warmth he could. A shiver crawling through him from the cold embrace of his blanket.

A sigh and a small grunt as Zy leaned against the wall. Staying close to the fireplace to toss the occasional log and savor the warmth it released. "Keep getting riled up, it'll keep you warmer in the long run."

"You really need someone to shut that French ego up afore it gets you killed."

"Keep up the foreplay and I'll let you 'shut me up'."

The low rumble of laughter had Gaz mentally checking just how much ammo he had left for this shit mission. And just how bad he needed a partner for it.

[soaps-mohawk]

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

I'm hoping the link works...but this mad me almost cry try not to laugh too loud

I watched this while waiting for my doctor's appointment and I swear my head was going to explode from how hard I was trying not to laugh 🤣

[toshidou]

Calling gaz muppet to embarrass him

He'd have war flashbacks to every time Price has called him a muppet LMFAO