#John Close
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
Symphony of burgundy.
View On WordPress
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
#helovespipeshelovespipes#paul mccartney with ram and john lennon with imagine#1971#mclennon#closest i can think of is uncle albert#this is really close to the way paul writes lmao#the beatles#paul mccartney#john lennon#george harrison#ringo starr#beatles#memes
5K notes
·
View notes
Text
yeah simon is the one to scare people away when they get too close you, using his size and movement to intimidate, simultaneously shielding you behind him
yeah soap is the one barking loud, creating a spectacle and calling people out, and warning them away
yeah kyle is the one humiliating people, mocking offenders until either their own actions dawn on them or they finally recognize the venom in his eyes
but price is the one that launches into swinging. there is no warning, no hesitation. taking a step, even a single word against you, warrants immediate action in his mind. it's no laughing fucking matter. you are a top fucking prize, his prize, the best the world has to offer. john is rabid in his protection, bearing tooth and boot and claw and fist. there’s no point in talking to him or trying to negotiate, an offense is an offense and he won’t meet it halfway. someone looks at you the wrong way? they won't be able to see out of swollen eyes after headbutts them, crushing their nose. someone whispers something nasty about you? good luck even eating with that jaw wired shut. god forbid someone touches you, the other three boys can barely hold him back. john will break countless bones in every way he knows and beat his knuckles bloody if your smile starts to drop.
#tf 141#is this explicitly poly? no. but it still is. sorry thems the rules#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#johnny soap mactavish#captain john price#cod x reader#simon riley x reader#kyle garrick x reader#johnny mctavish x reader#john price x reader#don't look at this too closely or you'll see my issues#they're always out on display tho who am i kidding lmao#john price who has had enough of keeping everyone under control. including himself#john price who literally cannot stop himself when someone he loves is involved or in a vulnerable position#john price who doesn't want to fucking hold back
6K notes
·
View notes
Text
the lieutenant's arrived.
early access + nsfw on patreon
#...and it was so close to being over....#btw price's fire needs to sort of 'recharge' when he overdoes it#he's usually more tactical about how he uses it but he's furious right now and is a little out of control#simon ghost riley#cod mw2#giragi art#monster 141 au#manuel roba#captain john price
4K notes
·
View notes
Text
my brain is saying 141 with a reader that sees dead people. like they notice how respectful she is to the dead. when she kills she moves the bodies, sometimes says a small prayer to herself. they see her looking at things that aren’t there. “Did you see that? Never mind.” or she mentions she feels something weird in the air, or something wrong. talks to the team about the sleep paralysis she gets, always leaving out the grayish dark figure that accompanies her on those nights.
She’s never told anyone until she got drunk enough to were she’s literally laughing saying
“oh yea i see dead people.” And the guys obv think she’s joking and egg her on about said dead people she sees. but then she tells them about the entities that follow them, the people they’ve killed, always following them around. some are very angry, she feels their malicious intentions. ends up describing them in grave detail, they way they looked, what they wore, the last words they spoke before her teammates pulled the trigger. Something that only THEY would know.
“oh man, let me tell you about Gilbert my sleep paralysis demon. I swear he’s been visiting me more and more recently.”
#I really love the idea of a reader that sees the dead#That sees the dead that surrounds their teammates#one time she asked Ghost about why there’s always a child following him around#didn’t talk to her for a week 😭#price still refused to believe that she sees dead people even though she described a close friend of his that died in battle#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#captain john price#john soap mactavish#cod#call of duty#cod mw2
4K notes
·
View notes
Text
ME WHEN IM ILL ABOUT THESE TWO
#Oscar does NOT have the monsterfucker mindset and therefore he is concerned for John’s wellbeing#when in the presence of Noel who’s just seen a really hot monster#anyway…. ough… they’re so sweet with each other#although I think John may have taken that ‘we need to kill it’ too close to heart. poor bb he didn’t mean it like that#artists on tumblr#malevolent#malevolent podcast#malevolent fanart#oscar malevolent#john doe#john malevolent#gold cross#arthur lester and his three boyfriends
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
daddy kink. inspections. female reader. mean price. fluffy ending. mention of cunt slapping.
latching on to price’s forearm when he anchors it between your legs. he has the soaked gusset of your panties yanked to the side, fingers prodding for purchase along your doughy folds. callouses slipping, slicked. prying for something — what, you don’t know, though you bite your lip to settle through the pain. his touch isn’t as placatory as it would be if was trying to arouse pleasure. sturdy, rather. a little forceful.
similarly, the kitchen countertop is unrelenting below. cool marble digs into your behind, edge cutting into the soft flesh of your thighs. it makes you wish you wore bottoms this morning — before acknowledging how short-lived that would be. there’s a multi-purpose tool on every flat surface available (gifts, from those who don’t know that all he wants, on every occasion, is a tight thing wriggling atop his lap and a bottle of glen scotia), and you’ve suffered enough torn shorts at their doing to have found that the most you can get away with is a pair of cotton briefs and a loose shirt. easy access, he calls it.
like now. you focus on anything but the intrusive ministrations he doles to your poor pussy, whimpering quietly behind bitten lips. though it’s ritual, you have yet to get used to his morning inspections. they alway feel a little cruel in a way you don’t deserve. you’ve been good in the time since you’ve seen him last — sitting on your hands, declining every invitation to a night out, locking your toys in the safe he keeps in the closet — but no amount of pleading your case will get you out of this. he has to see it for himself. feel the undisturbed skin around your hole, the ripe fruit of your clit, plump as it has yet to be unpicked.
“daddy,” you breath, leaning into the strength his shoulder affords when he shoves a finger in dry. it’s hard to keep still as he searches your insides, probing through velvet walls like they’re his own. at this point, all of you might as well be.
“wiggle again ‘n’ i’ll slap this stupid cunt silly.”
your tongue notches itself between your teeth, struggling when you bite down to stifle further complaint. he’s so mean; never as indulgent in the mornings as he is in tipsy afternoons, when he’ll place you down onto his thigh, and let you suck on his fingers to sate the oral fixation that had you mouthing at his groin.
what you find, in your new effort to stay silent, is his arm serves as a better distraction than the metallic wash of blood around your gums. your nails trace it delicately, drifting through the tufts of dark hair that veil old tattoos. the way it will comb to your direction, going one direction when you pave the way, is so unlike the man currently pulling your clit hood back, watching it twitch in cool air. price is fixed, mulish in a manner you’ve learnt is best to let go. rooted in the disciplinarian logic taught to him by his father, and his father before him — tradition sticks, tacky in his marrow. trying to scour it out of him, urge him to see differently, is like taking trouble with the one thing that makes him… him.
you say nothing when he spreads either lip apart.
the muscles creaking from elbow to wrist are more analogous to his character. they twist, writhe, sinew stretching in a way that seems impossible to you. if you squeeze hard enough, you swear you can feel each individual fibre working minutely beneath the surface of his skin. his body is ignited, emanating a dry heat always — which serves your purposes nicely on frigid winter nights, tucked into the expansive furnace of his back. when your fingertips tap the crease of his arm, they sap feverish warmth, along with the elastic efforts that keep you pinned in place.
“legs.” he demands, knuckles rapping on one knee to complete his demand. you’re a little dumb, pleasure slowly bleeding into your veins, making the best of the rough attention your cunt receives, so all you do is blink. once, twice. “wider, now.”
but he doesn’t give you another chance. instead, he shoves them apart himself, his watch scratching the thin skin of your inner thighs.
his watch. black dial and brown leather strap, worn a little with use. though he’s told you the specifics of its make and model, most you remember is that it can also be used as a stopwatch. tactical, utilitarian, as things tend to be with him, but inflated at such a cost that you blanched upon hearing he uses it on the field. don’t you worry about it?
there are far more important things to worry about.
you’ve tried it on your wrist, once, and found that it hung uselessly, several sizes too big. he fills in that extra space so well, veins branching from where it hugs his carpal, adding dimension to the hand that disappears into your pussy.
you wish you would worm your way into his skin, nestle there with all the things that paint this portrait you love so dearly. it would do a great deal for the anxiety that plagues you while he’s away, stressing about loss of mind or limb, or the loss of your daddy in his entirety, out there somewhere where you cannot reach him.
(you wonder, briefly — ridiculously — whether he feels the same about you. but those suspicions are eased when he pulls away from the bracket of your hips, proud smile warping the moustache atop his lip, and places a scratchy kiss to your temple.)
“that’s a good girl.”
#if anyone’s curious i searched for a close replica of the watch in the gifset and settled on#the jaeger lecoultre master compressor chronograph#anyway this got out of hand#john price x reader#captain john price x reader#john price#x you#x female reader
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
green lantern (hal jordan): *making fun of the discowing outfit*
nightwing: actually. i based the design off of my dad’s old costume. yknow, my dad that was murdered right in front of me? when i was eight? and i had to watch him fall to his death?
hal jordan: ……..oh.
nightwing: (:
#dc comics#dcu#dc#dick grayson#hal jordan#nightwing#discowing#john grayson#green lantern#only dicks close friends and family can joke about discowing#bc it’s all light-hearted and they know what it means to him#also yes hal is the resident asshole of the justice league#and i love it for him
5K notes
·
View notes
Text
★September first, 1989★ DEAR DIARY --- sighs heavily i couldnt not make fanart for @cupiddzarrow 's Heathers Trolls AU-- they beat me to it and i love it
#ignore the fact that jd looks different than the others#i drew him first as a warmup and it shows-- i was too lazy to redraw him so hes stuck as a twinky short stack#im actually so happy you beat me to the au cause i already have too many and i get to just admire what you do instead ooo#i was this close to making crimp martha#trolls#trolls band together#john dory trolls#bruce trolls#clay trolls#branch trolls#floyd trolls#creek trolls#fleek#fleek trolls#heathers#trolls heathers au#my art#sorry so many tags ooo
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
Simon 'Ghost' Riley & John 'Soap' MacTavish in CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE II (2022)
#call of duty#codedit#gamingedit#call of duty modern warfare#cod mwii#john soap mactavish#soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#simon riley#soapghost#ben.gif#gradient text#the way i had to cheat with two of these to put them close enough to both be in frame 💀 hope it isn't Too noticeable#4th gif haunts me that shot is so... good lord
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
meat man 🔪🥩
come get ur meats or whatever
#soap shows up right before closing and doesn't even buy anything#but ghost is more than happy(?) to give him some meat#ghostsoap#soapghost#ghoap#simon ghost riley#simon riley#ghost cod#ghost call of duty#john soap mactavish#john mactavish#soap mactavish#johnny soap mactavish#soap cod#call of duty#bressymbols#butcher!ghost
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
Red Portrait
View On WordPress
1 note
·
View note
Text
What, and I can't stress this enough, the ACTUAL fuck.
#Teemulania#racist bullshit#fuck trump#fuck maga#fuck racism#this is the 31 year-old Incelfluencer who Grampy is ... weirdly .... close and publicly affectionate with in the final 50 days#just a reminder she is not his wife (who hates him)#someone remind me how this worked out for gary hart and john edwards#maga is disgusting
702 notes
·
View notes
Text
the seeds 🛐
#posting for the 5 active fans in 2024 out there <3#i promised myself i wouldn't spend too much time on these sooo don't look too closely lol#far cry 5#fc5#jacob seed#faith seed#john seed#joseph seed#made the cursed observation that all the brothers are rocking nearly identical facial hair#EDIT: thank you sm for the nice tags on this i didn't expect so many people to rb and reading through ur comments has made my day 😭🫶
807 notes
·
View notes
Text
Obsessed with that bit where P— told John to be a bad wizard. That they could write the history books later to say he was good, but what he needed to do now was to scare the shit out of people. What he needed was leverage.
Because that's what he did! That's exactly what he did. He got his leverage, he played the bad wizard, he scared the shit out of everyone. And then after the dust settled, when he was the last man standing, he wrote the history books to say he was good.
And like. The thing that gets me is. After all that, he named her Pyrrha.
They won. It wasn't worth it.
#like it's not P—'s fault John took her advice so to heart and cornered himself at the end the way he did#but talk about people bringing out the worst in one another#the world that could have been if John had listened to C— as closely as he listened to P— and the nun#the locked tomb#nona the ninth#ntn spoilers#pyrrha dve#emperor john gaius#john gaius
4K notes
·
View notes
Text
hey , don’t cry . 256 episodes of mash to watch . many enjoyable . all with hawkeye . okay ?
#off the top of my head i can’t think of a mash episode i don’t like#except#shudders looks over my shoulder pulls you close and whispers#edwina#WORST episode#why were they all so mean to my girl#edwina was so cute i loved her#mash#m*a*s*h#mashposting#mashblr#mash 4077#hawkeye#hawkeye pierce#trapper mcintyre#trapper john mcintyre#trapper john#bj hunnicutt#radar o'reilly#margaret houlihan#lgbt#lgbtq
2K notes
·
View notes