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ALEX DEWITT & KYLE RAYNER in GREEN LANTERN: CIRCLE OF FIRE
#alex dewitt#kyle rayner#kyle x alex#green lantern circle of fire#*panelsandpages#âŠand I always will#kylealex#alexkyle
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Quick Alex x Kyle sketch while I take a break from my GhostSoap comic thatâs taking longer than anticipated :)
#cod#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare 2#modern warfare 2#Alex cod#Alex Keller#Kyle Garrick#Kyle gaz Garrick#Kyle x Alex#Alex Keller x Kyle Garrick
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what is it about michael trevinoâs acting that makes me ship his characters with guys he used to bully
#jyler#kylex#the vampire diaries#roswell new mexico#michael trevino#jeremy x tyler#tyler x jeremy#kyle x alex#alex x kyle#tvd#roswell#honestly I wanted kylex to be canon so bad#and every time I rewatch tvd I canât deny the vibes lol
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#I didn't put miluca in this because I don't ship them plus it's my poll I can put who I want lol#malex#kybel#echo#isobel x anasta#forlex#dallas x maria#I chose the ones that were canon plus a couple of my personal faves <3#kyliz is there because they had a relationship and I loved their platonic relationship too!!#kyle x liz#kyliz#kyle x alex#they weren't a thing but I loved their friendship lol#roswell new mexico#tumblr poll#polls
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Desperate
COD Men x FemReader
Hear me out: a sex pollen fic where reader isnât affected but he is and he is gone.
Word count: ~3.6k
A/N: Itâs just the poorly written sex pollen drabble of my dreams, itâs fuck or die lads. Insert your favorite COD man here. Please forgive me for any spelling/grammar mistakes and my complete lack of knowledge regarding military things, all I know is that these men are hot and I love them.
Warnings: sex pollen, unprotected PIV (wrap it up), overstimulation, dubious consent (consent is sexy folks)
Banner credit: @cafekitsune
You all had been briefed at 0200. The flight to Berlin left at 0300 where the team would be infiltrating a terrorist hideout, a suspected manufacturing site for a new chemical agent. You were told that as long as you didnât ingest it, you would be fine.
The fact that it had been made airborne was not in the fucking briefing.
The team had been split into pairs, you and he took the North side of the suspected warehouse. The size of it should have tipped you all off. Everything was running smoothly until 3 combatants had come from the door at the end of the corridor. He called for cover and ran ahead. You dropped two before he even got a stride in. The other he disarmed in seconds and then with a deafening crack, both men slammed through a door and into the resulting room. A brief struggle then silence. You heard him start to call the ok, his voice in the comm sounding clearer than earlier, then a noise, a pop, and the sound of air. You froze, watching a gas spill from the open door and dissipate immediately. Just when you started moving again, a growling, âDonât,â tore through the comm. Then, the sound of ripping Velcro and something hard (his helmet you realized with a sickening drop) hitting the concrete floor echoed out to you. Soft murmurs that grew into angry outbursts of fuck fuck fuck transformed into one that became a groan of what sounded like complete and utter pain. You didnât even have to think, the severity of the situation settled in. âItâs a gas,â you barked into the comms, âNorthside hit, need medevac in 30, going dark.â You waited for confirmation, seconds after getting it and receiving news that the warehouse was almost cleared, you went to find him.
You knew what it did, you all did. Jokes had been made, smirks shared, but you all knew how bad it was. You werenât even close to prepared. He was sitting against the far wall or rather pressed into it using it to keep his now shaking frame upright, gear strewn around the room, combatant on your immediate left with a mask (his mask, the masks you all were wearing just in fucking case) gripped in a dead hand, an empty canister mockingly sitting in the middle of the room.Â
You gripped the combatant by his legs and dragged him to the hall, before slamming the door shut upon reentry and grabbing a near chair to jam the door. You immediately began stripping yourself of your outer tactical gear until you both matched in only your boots, pants, and base shirts and then you turned your attention to him. Now kneeling by his side you took him in, looking for any other injuries noting nothing serious. That almost made you laugh with relief until you saw the front of his pants and him frantically palming the growing outline. You swallowed and quickly looked at his face shocked back to the reality of the current situation. The usually stoic, always larger than life, incredibly strong man in front of you was reduced to tears dripping from his now blown and hazy eyes, falling down flushed cheeks and landing on the front of his shirt that clung to his hyperventilating chest. You knew he had been shot, stabbed often, and left for dead a time or two, but thisâŠ
Shiny and new neurotoxin, you remembered the brief, attacks the nervous system, causing the mark to feel intense arousal and as if they have been lit on fire, specially formulated not only to cause pain but a complete and utter breakdown of will as victims often experience hallucinations and loss of self. If left in the system, it raises the core temperature until convulsions set in, and then heart attack occurs. Do not touch it.
No one had to ask how it was worked out of the system. Then again, they all believed they were too smart to touch the shit. Couldnât do much about breathing it in when your mask was ripped from your face though.
  Your hand pressed to his slick forehead now radiating heat, and feeling as if it could burn you like an open flame. At the touch of your blessedly cool hand, he hissed a low fuck through his gritted teeth, keening into your touch. You swallowed, hand tilting his cheek to look up at you when you asked, âCan I help?â  His hair was sticking up at all angles from the helmet being hastily pulled from his head, and he looked up at you and gave one weak nod, âPlease.â
Upon looking at the desperation pooling in those dark eyes (those eyes you often were caught staring at) any small reservations evaporated from your body under his burning gaze. You swiftly reached out, mercifully helping him escape from the now too-tight pants, the bite of his zipper. The moment your skin brushed against the head of him he was bucking up against it. You had to reach the other hand out to steady yourself against his shoulder, another touch that jutted his hips and had him twitching into your grip.
âIs- is this helping?â you croaked out, struggling to swallow, struggling to contain the wave of arousal that was threatening to course through you. He nodded, chin slack against his chest as he watched your hand work against him, moving up and down against the veins seemingly trying to break through his skin. No thoughts went through his mind other than the knowledge that you were jerking him off and that it felt so good that he could cry in relief. But then something shuddered within him, something loud and fast like a wildfire, burning just as much, and hot thick ropes of cum spilled over your hand. He couldnât even cry out, it happened so fast. His breath was coming out in loud pants, when a new thought, the thought that he had just come in maybe thirty seconds flashed through his mind but it was quickly replaced with the horrible realization that the feeling of being on fire wasnât going away. It was getting worse, out of control, containment measures failed. At this, he let out a sob as his hips moved of their own volition into your still soothing grip. It wasnât enough, he knew, you knew, it wasnât enough.
 You stood, and he whimpered at the loss of your touch but all sound stopped in his throat when he watched you decisively unzip your pants and pull them down to your ankles underwear included, kicking off a boot, and one pant leg. When you straddled his lap he desperately pulled you down onto him, your exposed core grinding down where he wanted you, where he fucking needed you, thatâs when he began to talk. Begging you to help him, saying that heâs sorry over and over, that he needs your help, incoherent babbling from a breaking mind, please it hurts so bad, I-I donât, I canât- fuck, I need you... All cool, calm, collectedness burnt to fucking ash. Just a man reduced to pure longing and want. A longing and want that might be what was threatening to kill him, not the toxin, just the build up over the days, weeks, months he had been around you threatening to crush him. He almost wants to die, this was never how it was supposed to be. He wanted it to be good for you, you deserve that, you deserve better, he could have given you better-
But now what was he? A heaving chest under a sweat soaked shirt beneath eyes that watch you like some feral animal. Hands wanting to claw at the clothing now so heavy, hot, and itchy against his burning skin, but instead were gripping onto your hips like itâs going to save him from burning to a crisp. The broken moans tearing their way from his throat when you line up his painfully hard cock to your entrance makes you throb, and then his choking cry as you slide down on him punches the air from your chest.
âDoes this feel ok?â you panted out after a moment, struggling, trying not to drown in the pleasure of him stretching you, filling you. He couldnât form the words, couldnât even nod. His forehead falling to your shoulder in utter relief, mouth dropped open as he repeats your name over and over like an apology, a thanks, a goddamned prayer. How all he can do is sit there on the floor of some warehouse, back against a wall, the only thing resembling his usual strength is that ironclad hold he has on your hips as he helps you drag yourself up, then, accompanied by the tortuously obscene sounds of your wetness, back down. Brokenly pleading with you not to stop, donât stop, fuck p-please donât stop. You feel like molten heaven against his cock, your moans like angels (or devils, heâs too far gone to care at this point) singing through the blood rushing in his ears. One of your hands again steadies yourself on his shoulder, the other steadying him, an anchor point, with your achingly gentle hold on the nape of his damp neck (so gentle that it breaks his fucking heart, he wanted to give you more, you deserved more) as you ride him. Your hips rock once more, twice more, before his body seizes up with electricity that ricochets up his spinal cord and reverberates through his skull. His fingers dig into the soft skin of your hips, teeth grinding and eyes slamming shut, as he releases inside of you with a shattered cry. The sound of you gasping, now clutching, raking your fingers into him, has his hips continuing their rutting up into you, pushing his cum as deep as he can within your walls.
He stills for 10 seconds at most, panting breaths thunderous between you two, before pulling you into his chest, his hips slamming up into you, hard and hot as if he didnât just fuck you until he could see every neuron firing behind his eyes. His hot open mouth finds your shocked one in a perfectly surprised âo,â more apologies pushing from his lungs and into yours between loud wet kisses as he listens (is blessed with thank you God) to you beginning to come apart. You couldnât help it, as you ground down into his thrusts, even though you knew the threatening climax was going to be terrifying. Your breathing was ragged now as well, the air becoming harder and harder to drag into your lungs in between you cursing and moaning, and then- fucking hell- youâre at the precipice. Before you can even utter a syllable you are being flung over the edge. The pleasure rips through you, waves breaking against the rocky shore, with such intensity that it hurts, causing you to dig your nails into his skin, and bright spots to dance behind your closed eyes while the distant feeling of wetness registers from between you two. He explodes again with a gasp, feels you clench around him like a vice, his name, his real name, forcing its way from inside you and into his mouth with every pulse and it tastes so so good that he canât stop, he never wants to stop, just filling you up until it drips from you, filling you with him because youâre his, his. Even when you both whimper and shudder with overstimulation, his arms shaking in their grip around you, he can only press his forehead to yours, rolling it desperately, as he begs for your forgiveness. I canât stop, it wonât stop, Iâll make it good, please next time Iâll make it good.
âIt is good,â you whisper to him with hitched breath from each thrust, trying to reassure him, âItâs ok, itâs ok.â You donât know if he can hear you, his eyes are wild and donât seem to even register that you are actually on top of him, that heâs inside of you, that he has made you yell out his name over and over and over. You donât think he even knows what he is saying. Next time.
 His own voice comes to him from somewhere far away, through the flames licking at his mind, please- fuckinâ hell please, just a little more- I just need one more, I need you, please donât stop, I donât want to stop nearly unrecognizable as he comes inside you again and again and again.
It isnât until the medevac came and he was sedated that what just happened began to sink in. For a week, a fucking week, heâs in critical condition. No one talks about it, at least not in the way you all did before this. You saved him, youâre told. You donât want to think about it, if you think about it then you think about how good it felt, how fucked it is that it felt good, and how everything is gone. If you think about all he said, youâd overthink, give meaning where there was none. He probably wonât be able to look at you anymore. You went to see him that first day. You sat next to him for mere minutes before bolting, the fear of him waking up and looking at you with disgust, telling you to get out in that icy voice you knew so well, sent you running straight to the mats to train until you wanted to scream. Thatâs all you did now, and that was where you decided you would stay until you died. That is until someone came and found you, told you he was awake, and that he had asked for you. The whole walk to the infirmary had adrenaline coursing through you, you wanted to run, to fight, to freeze right there in the hall and never move another fucking muscle. The thought of losing him, him being there but not wanting to be near you anymore made you feel sick. It had been so long, so long of repressing those feelings that flared in your chest when he smiled at you during sparring, the feeling of him seated next to you on a flight, his eyes catching yours just so you could stay with him. Well, you thought with dripping ire, that had literally and figuratively been fucked now hadnât it? Â
You knocked, heard his gruff voice, and entered. You stopped dead in your tracks three steps into the room after mistakenly looking up and finding him staring at you from where he sat on the edge of the bed, already dressed, looking like he was about to head out on another call. You were desperately trying not to shake but your hands gave you away. You could take on a man twice your size without batting an eye but this?- you were terrified.
The moment you walked into the room, all his time that morning when he first woke thinking about what he would say to you, how he could face you, was knocked from his mind. You had saved his life. He never wanted that. He wanted to give it to you, it was yours after all. He didnât know when it had become yours, every single part of him, but if he had to wager a guess it was the moment he found you in his life. And it might all be ruined.
The memories had started coming to him immediately after waking up, almost more clear and real now than in the moment. It jolted him awake so hard that the attending ran into the room for fear that his hammering heart had in fact given out. Once his breathing had calmed a little, he tried to sift through the fog. His recall of the smell of you, the arousal dripping from between your legs, mixed with your sweat and the familiar scent of your grapefruit and ginger shampoo, nearly pulled a groan from his chest. The soft touch of your hands, cool and strong against the fire that spread through his blood, had brought him back. The feeling of you breaking, the soft whines, the way you said his name⊠the things he had said, he couldnât just shut the fuck up could he?
He had to bring his hands up to cover his eyes, willing the images to go away, just for a moment, please, he just needed some time, if only he had time- next time. Next time, he had told you. A desperate promise, a reassurance, trying to tell you that it wasnât just the chemical coursing through him, it wasnât just his hijacked nervous system. Did she know? Did she understand? Thatâs when he asked for you, without thinking, just wanting to see you, to explain. He had never been good with words unless it was biting sarcasm across comms or coolly delivering ultimatums in an interrogation. Then he remembered, the thing that sent his heart barreling through his chest for the second time, the machine next to him screaming. It is good, you had said, itâs ok, itâs ok, you had whispered. Â
He ripped the monitors off his chest, ignoring the doctor's protestations, found the clothes that had been brought in for him and got dressed. Now that you were standing here before him he was unsure. You looked scared, and he could count on one hand all the times he had seen you in such a state.
His staring was unnerving, more unnerving than if he had shouted, yelled, grabbed you, anything but this, this was fucking torture. You had to leave, just get off base, go somewhere, anywhere but here- the sudden sound of your name shook you from the reverie. The tone had your eyes finding his immediately.
He stayed seated, scared that if he stood, if he made his way to you, you would run, and you both knew that you were much quicker than him. If you ran, if you left, he would never catch up. Only when his knuckles began to ache did he realize how tightly he was gripping the edge of the mattress in an effort to keep himself there. It was hard to look at you and not remember the way you had looked when you pressed your hand to his forehead, when you had thrown your head back in pleasure, when you had grabbed his face when he was too exhausted to continue but thankfully no longer felt like he was burning alive. It was hard to remember and not stride across the room and hold you. He took a breath and forced his shoulders to relax in a way that he had done so many times before.
âI-,â he started, his voice cutting through the room, his normal voice, the one you recognized as him and it set you slightly at ease from sheer familiarity, âIâm so sorry.â Now he had to turn his eyes downcast.
âWhat?â Your response, the shock in your voice, forced him to look at you again. Your hands itched at your sides, confusion rippling across your face.
His eyes narrowed, he knew you so well. Always blaming yourself. âIâm sorry,â he repeated, âIâm sorry that happened, Iâm sorry you were put in that position,â the word choice made him nearly cringe. He continued, âI never-I didnât want it to happen that way.â
Your brain jolted, standing there in shocked silence, his words thundering through your ears accompanied by the pleading of next time.
He pressed on, desperately trying, âI know you, youâre going to think this was your fault. It wasnât. There was nothing either of us could do, thank you for your, uh, help. Just- fuck, please just say some-,â
Shock still swept through you, the words escaped your mouth before you could think, âDid you mean it?â You figured by the way he leaned back that he knew what you were talking about. Then he held out a hand, palm up, an offering. Before you knew it, you had crossed the room, putting your hand in his and letting it gently pull you between his legs. His giant frame meant even sitting on the gurney that his gaze was level with yours, and those eyes searched your own when one word sounded through the room.
âYes.â
This word broke you. One fucking word, one word that answered every glance between you two, every smile shared, a word you brokenly whispered into the night when you had a hand between your legs thinking about him knowing you shouldnât. You hadnât cried all week, but now the giant tears rolling down your cheeks felt like a release. When his free hand, warm and rough, swiped them away you couldnât help leaning into it, just as he had done. All tension, all fear, dissipated from the room. That hand continued to just below your ear, cupping your neck, and gently pulling you forward to press his head against yours, eyes shutting, just resting there against each other in the moment.
âWhat the fuck are we gonna do?â you sighed.
You could feel the smirk that you knew was slipping across his mouth.
âWell, I did say next time.â
This time when you rode him with the small bed creaking beneath the movements, he stopped you any time you tried to speed up (it was your turn to beg and plead), keeping you at a languid torturous pace. That way the bastard had all the time in the world to whisper into your mouth, letting you taste each word, all the things he would do to you next time and all the times after that.
Thank you so much for reading, please let me know what you think! :)
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#he also eats pussy like a maniac#type of man to crawl underneath your hoodie/shirt and fall asleep on your stomach#alex keller#cod#call of duty#alex keller x reader#mw1#mw2#alex keller x you#alex keller smut#cod smut#cod x reader#task force 141#captain price#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick
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Simps 'R Us, Between the Sheets edition: Your faves and the wholesome and funny things you two get up to in bed, part I.
Capt. John Price - When he's half asleep and about to snore loud enough to wake the dead (Price vehemently denies this), you like to have random conversations with him because you know questions you ask will do one of two things: elicit a nonsensical answer from the Cap'n or... wake him up from his sleep altogether.
Gaz - Is curling up into himself because you're the big spoon, you're running your hands over his body because he's highkey lowkey ticklish, and your face is buried in his neck because... he's highkey lowkey ticklish. "Darling, pleaseâ" Gaz manages to gasp out between... wait, are you giggling, Garrick?
Soap - Your darling golden retriever chaotic good boyfriend loves... to sleep naked. You're not complaining, though, especially because he loves it when you lay on him. You've made a home for yourself between his thighs; his stomach is your pillow, and he usually has a hand rubbing your head. Helps him to relax, y'know, bonnie? And whenever you don't lay on him, it's an affront to Johnny's... everything. His heart is broken. His soul is crushed. You're too far away from him (even though you're still right under him). How could you do this to him? He can't live like this. No other stud muffin can offer you what he can, beautiful. But no really, bonnie, he needs you on top of him like... yesterday.
Ghost - You really like his body. Like... really like his body. You blow raspberries on his stomach, you smack his ass, you talk about his eyelashesâscratch that, you love his body. To you, every scar tells a story, and you've asked him plenty of times to talk about them. And then you did the unthinkable that had Simon wanting to disappear into the fucking blanketsâ"Si-bear, I didn't know you had a mole on your inner thigh!" Bloody fucking hell, he'll never hear the end of this. And then you kissed it and Ghost's face had never felt so bloody hot before. Christ, you'll be the death of him, sweetheart.
Roach - Nothing but the most sickeningly saccharine stuff to ever stuff happens with Roach. A poke-fest, a kiss-fest, a tickle-fest, you name it, it happens. Roach loves to sleep with his face buried in your chest and arms wound tight around you. Always. You rubbing his head soothes him to sleep as well.
Alex - You're also the big spoon here, too. You're busy talking about conspiracy theories you believe the government is/was involved in and Alex is entertaining you ("That so, Boss?"). In actuality, his eyes are comically wide because the truth is oftentimes stranger than fiction and you may or may not be walking a little heavy there, Boss.
Alejandro - Is the big spoon to your little spoon in bed no matter what you're doing. Loves to intertwine your legs together, too. Alejo murmurs how much he loves you in your ear and kisses the top of your head before telling you good night.
Rudy - Sometimes when he's asleep, you'll whisper "Rodolfo" in his ear which causes Rudy to shoot up, eyes comically wide because the only time someone calls him by his full government name is when he gets into shit but it wasn't him this time, it was that idiot Alvarezâ "Didn't get to tell you good night and I love you, Rudy, so... good night and I love you, Rudy." Oh. Oh. Ha. Real funny.
Farah - A cuddle bunny through and through. She loves laying up under you, her head resting on your shoulder or under your chin, or her face in the crook of your neck. She wants to hear you as you sleep. She wants to feel the gentle rise and fall of your chest or the resonances as you speak. Farah simply can't get enough of you.
Keegan - It's really you teasing him because Keegan isn't one to really get flustered or deviate from his infamously neutral expression. Much. Until you came along. You two are relaxing in bed and you're the one randomly calling out, "Hey, Kee-Kee," to which Keegan makes the most surprised and disgusted face in response and you're wheezing.
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Orange Peel Theory With Cod Characters
Would they peel an orange for you? (Scenario based on the test from TikTok)
Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski, Philip Graves, Vladimir Makarov.
This is probably one of the only times I'll be using the color orange, AHAHAHAHA. As you can tell I wouldn't be okay with the camp half-blood uniform as an Aphrodite kid. Writing this as I'm sick with a cold, my nanny since childhood peeled my oranges for me while telling me to finish all of it because it's vitamin C.
Mansplaining this but the Orange Peel/Peeling Theory surrounding TikTok started with one girl talking about her experience with her ex peeling her oranges for her. It soon turned into a theory/test where people ask their partner to peel an orange for them, something as small and effortless as peeling an orange as that act of service represents their willingness to do things for their partner and if they refuse then that's seen as a red flag because it means that if they're unwilling to do that small thing for them then same case scenario for something big that requires a sacrifice.
They peel it for you almost immediately, no words needed, just you staring at the orange. Grabbing it from the bowl of fruits and meticulously tearing the skin with their thumbs, being careful not to make much of a mess and to not bruise the orange.
It's not a secret that they like to do this, offering other little things like opening doors for you, peeling the skin of apples if you don't feel like eating it and slicing it up for you with a multipurpose camping knife, putting their hand on the edge of a nearby cornered things so it wouldn't be as painful if you hit your head picking something up.
Characters: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, König.
Would tease you once you ask them to peel it for you but will peel it. Would even hand feed it to you, you have to give them a kiss for every orange they separate. If you tell them you don't like the pith (the white stringy part) then they'd take it off for you.
They probably would ask you to peel some for them too some time around soon but you're more than happy to do it for them.
Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Alejandro Vargas, Valeria Garza, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Nikolai Belinski.
You probably should've worded it better, you told them you felt like an orange.. "I feel like a tomato" is what you hear back. You laughed and clarified that you felt like eating the fruit.
"Oh.." they stopped to think if you had any oranges at home at the moment and they got up and peeled it for you, bringing a plate back of two peeled and pulled apart oranges with a glass of water for you.
Characters: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Alex Keller, Gary "Roach" Sanderson.
He'd throw the orange at your head, telling you to peel it yourself.
Characters: Philip Graves, Vladimir Makarov.
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âïž Task Force 141 - NFL AU đ
by me (sleepyconfusedpotato) and @alypink ! This AU will include some Original Characters made by us both!
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New Hampshire 141s, a new rising american football team whose players dominantly came from the United Kingdom, is ready to face the NFL season!
As the previous Head Coach, Herschel von Shepherd got fired by the General Manager MacMillan, John Price (who has roots in rugby) got chosen by MacMillan to bring the team to victory. Let us see which players caught Coach Price's eyes!
John Price (HC)
John Price was born in Liverpool, England, but moved to America when he was still very young due to his father being deployed from the military to an American base. Although his father retired a couple of years later, they decided to stay in America. He grew up loving sports as a child but American football always piqued his interest more than any other sports. He played safety in middle and high school, but in his junior year, he had Meniscal tears that prevented him from ever playing again. John was heavily depressed after his injury, one day one of his close friends, Nikolai, who was also one of his fellow teammates on his high school team, told him to cheer him up to go watch the team play or to attend the training camps, John agreed and started assisting to the games and eventually started to think about becoming a head coach. He was recommended by his former high school head coach to take the job as a defensive coordinator for the New Hampshire Wildcats, a college football team. His performance and playbook were impressive, leading the Wildcats to reach a bowl and winning it twice. He proved to be fit and ready for a professional football team in the NFL and was hired as a defensive coordinator by the New Hampshire 141âs, by the HC at that time, Herschel von Shepherd. His first two seasons were disastrous as there was friction between the players and their head coach, most of the players disagreed with Shepherd's decisions and playmaking. To add to that, he seemed to never care about the player's input or needs. Although in those seasons they held a record of 4 wins and 12 losses, the General Manager of the team noticed his defense was the best in the league for both points and yards, and also noticed that a good portion of his defense players were selected on the all-pro team of those two seasons. After the owner and GM fired Shepherd as a Head Coach, John took his place. In his first seasons with the 141s, he restructured the team and went to playoffs and one NFC championship. As he wanted to improve his team, he started attending college football games, he attended once a college game in which he met the offensive coordinator at the time, Aly, and after the game he met her to ask about some players he was interested in on her actual team, for QB and WR positions, they became acquaintance since that day and kept communication for some time, as she sent some prospects his way. She also requested his help every now and then, making him attend her games and inviting her over to watch the 141s too. After spending time together and sharing the same interests and love for football, they started to date but kept it low as two months later, John hired her as his new offensive coordinator.
#26 Kyle Garrick (WR)
the most responsible and reliable player of the team. Kyleâs dad was an ex-WR and a former head coach out of a college football team. His father is a very hardworking man and disciplines his son like a football player, and with that, comes a great expectation for Kyle since his high school years. Kyle is extremely reliable, responsible, and respected on and off the field. He is HC John Price's favorite due to his work ethic. Kyle believes in having discipline in everything he does to be one of the best. He keeps a picture of his girlfriend, Eleanor Graham (Ladybug) everywhere, especially in his locker room as he says she brings him good luck for catching the hail maryâs from Alex. Kyle and Alex met in Baylor University, where they played together and won many games, including several bowl games. They became best friends in and out of the football field, supporting each other infinitely. âYou've got friends nearby.â On Alexâs quote, âI can throw the ball like âfuck it, heâs over there somewhereâ and Kyle would magically appear and catch the ball. Heâs always at the right place.â
One day during practice Alex was throwing the ball too far to the left, which headed straight towards her head. On instinct and in an attempt to catch the ball, Kyle collided with Eleanor, which bruised her arms. Instead of being upset like how Kyle would expect her to react, she laughed loudly at him, saying that she chose to sit there. She knew the hazard of studying near a football field. Even though Eleanor said she can take care of her bruises, Kyle insisted on nursing her. (Alex SMILED ear to ear). They both met from time to time. Every practice, Kyle always looks for Eleanor on the side of the field. Eleanorâs laid-back personality often bothers Kyle as she's a damn med school student, but through her, Kyle learns how to slow down and live in the moment. Love bloomed between them and they became a couple midway through freshman year.Â
When Kyle was drafted to the NFL to be with Alex for New Hampshire 141s, Eleanor was there with him when he received the call from HC Price. Though Eleanor has to stay in Texas to continue her studies, Eleanor travels to New Hampshire often to visit Kyle.
#31 Alex Keller (QB)
Alex is the quarterback of the 141s, second draft pick and first QB of his university. He is very skilled and hard-working, he is in love with water girl Farah Karim and aspires to be like Tom Brady. He and Kyle Garrick (WR) met in their first year of freshman in University and they played since their first year as the duo of QB and WR (Burrow and Chase vibes) and were drafted together in the NFL draft by the same team. Young duo but very effective especially during the regular season. Alex Keller met Farah Karim in his rookie season during training camp in his first year and has been infatuated with her. Since then, he has tried to score ASAP or reach 4th down so he can sit on the bench and talk with her. Whenever he can, he visits and picks her up from University and helps her out whenever he can in anything she would need.
#70 Simon Riley (TE)
Simon Riley used to be a rugby player in England. He joined the rugby team during his college days and met Price as one of his coaches, who trained and guided him to become one of the most dominant flankers in college rugby. Unfortunately, though heâs always dependable whenever heâs on the field, Simon was often riddled with injuries. His quiet personality didnât help his case either, bearing the pain in his left leg in silence, until one day, he tore his ACL during an important game which cost the team their winning chances. Simon rested for a whole year to heal his knee. Together with his familial struggle, he contemplated quitting being an athlete. That was until Coach Price offered him a fresh start in the USA. As a flanker is equivalent to the Tight End position in American football, Price told him that he would be perfect for the role. Simon was adamant at first as he was still injured and how heâd be able to completely heal from this devastating injury. But when he said that in America they could find him a good physiotherapist to help him heal his knee, he reluctantly accepted the offer. Simon got into the draft and was a first-round pick due to how much of a good player he was in rugby. On his first day on the team, he met the other players who got drafted, but the most important and the most fateful meeting was when he got introduced to Charlotte Le Jardin (nickname Jade to simplify her last name), a physiotherapist that Laswell had promised help him to heal his ACL and help him regain his top form. It was a rough road, but with every step he took, Jade was there to help him.  Now, every injury he has he doesnât stay on the sidelines but goes inside the tent or the stadium so he can be checked by her. Whenever Jadeâs out watching the game, he scores more than usual or gets distracted. He often carries the team, especially during the conference championship games.Â
#71 Johnny MacTavish (RB)
Johnny MacTavish was born and raised in Scotland. After high school, he was offered an academic and sports scholarship to a prominent university in the USA. He began his football career when he was a freshman at University as a very talented runner, which elevated him as the starter RB on his fifth game. In his senior year he was awarded the Heisman Trophy winner at college, but due to a shoulder injury, he missed being the top pick at the draft. He was later selected by the New Hampshire 141s and got put in as a starter as soon as he got drafted. He has good chemistry with his team but gets injured by overdoing himself or trying to tackle defensive players on the other team. He is also constantly with Jade for treatment and often misses important playoff games. Johnny is a very talented running back and that is why HC Price canât get rid of him no matter how he misses practices and meetings and how his personal life affects his performance on the field. He always tries to take his friend Simon Riley to social gatherings and social media, but he completely shuts him down every time. That's different on the field though, as whenever Johnny's going to play a run, Simon will always be there in front of him to push the tacklers away, making way for Johnny to score a first down or a touch down. They're an unstoppable duo together. Johnny is very popular among female fans, making his jersey the one with the most sales every year. His dating story is pretty large and his games are always attended by the women he dates (which constantly changes).
some memes I made đ
Here's the Hereford 141S' Logo and jersey design! The logo is heavily inspired by the Task Force 141's logo, so it's pretty much just a sporty twist of the logo!
More characters underneath the cut!
#11 Alejandro Vargas (MLB) and #22 Rodolfo Parra (OLB)
(Drawing to be posted!)
Alejandro and Rudy both moved to El Paso, Texas when they started high school at the age of 14 years old. They were avid football (soccer) players during their time in Mexico, but when they started High School they began to play football. Both Alejandro and Rodolfo played as Linebackers, Ale being MLB and Rodolfo being OLB. They did amazing in High School then they both received a scholarship to attend the university in Dallas, Texas. Both of them were later selected to do the NFL Pathway program, for both of them. Being together since their childhood years, high school and university they were a packaged deal and were both selected on the same team, same position on the NFL draft. Alejandro is especially hyped when playing against Philip Graves, QB of the Dallas Shadows. They have had beef with each other on and off the field since they played against each other for the first time. Aleâs average sack during a game against Dallas is approximately 5 per game, he sometimes is way too harsh while tackling making him get a couple of flags whenever he blitzes and sacks. Heâs often scolded by his friend Rudy, but he does not care as long as he can sack Graves.
Kate Laswell (Defensive Coordinator)
(Drawing to be posted!)
was raised in Virginia, USA. Both her parents and brothers loved football and so did she. Since elementary, she watched and never missed a game during weekends, she always had a fascination for the Chicago Bears and their â85 team. Her father told her about how that defense, without an extraordinary QB or offense made them win the superbowl and also made them the best defense of all time. After witnessing that season and that Superbowl, she fell in love with how the defense scheme in football works. Unfortunately professional football for women wasnât an option, so she studied a lot to become a defensive coordinator. She studied day and night, memorizing the plays, analyzing games and creating new playbooks since she was young. She struggled a lot to have an opportunity since it was a male-dominated team. One of her childhood friends made it to the roster to become a defensive coordinator for the Colorado Buffaloes College Football Team, he was a good coach but not âimpressiveâ. She supported him by attending his games but couldn't help but try to talk to him whenever she thought he could do better, often interrupting his play callings during his games to make him change the play, and it always worked. She and his friend attended a College Bowl, and met John Price at that game, the three of them watched the game and she started to tell both of them what adjustment she would do for both teams, and that piqued Johnâs interests as she was awfully right, he was impressed by how well she read offenseâs routes and how she was able to change from a 3-4 or 4-3 to a hybrid defense. He decided to give her a chance and hired her as his new defensive coordinator for the 141âs and established a very good partnership and friendship with her ever since.
Farah Karim (Intern Physical Therapy Student - Watergirl)
(Drawing to be posted!)
Farah Karim is a university medical student who got an internship in his junior year of college to be the water girl and help around the New Hampshire 141s team. She comes from an immigrant family and is the pride and joy of her parents. She struggled so much in her younger years to pursue an education and get into a good college in the USA, she managed to get a scholarship due to her great school performance and was given the chance to work with a professional football team. She met Alex Keller after his rookie season and developed a close friendship with them that later turned into a romantic interest. She is grateful for his help and also supports him during games. Her classmates usually bug her by asking Farah to let them meet Alex or to set them up with him, which she dislikes very much.
(OC) Alyssa Martinez (Offensive Coordinator)
Aly was born in Mexico and moved to the USA thanks to a scholarship she received when she graduated from High School and moved to Texas to attend college. As soon as she graduated from Texas A&M holding a Bachelor of Science in Sport Management, she started working as an offensive coordinator at a local highschool. She then escalated to being an offensive coordinator for the College she attended. Aly managed to take the team to a College Bowl where she met 141s Head Coach John Price and became acquaintances after that game, they kept communication after that game, as Aly asked for suggestions for her playbook and she helped Price on suggesting him prospects for the upcoming draft selection and also players on free agency. She was later hired by Price as his offensive coordinator and they began to have a low key romantic relationship. She specializes in West Coast offense, having her team play the Air Coryell scheme. She suggested Price to draft Alex Keller as he was the perfect pocket passer that would fit their offense perfectly. Sheâs an avid Tom Brady fan.
(OC) Charlotte Le Jardin (Physical Therapist)
Originally from England, Jade was adopted by an American couple and moved with them to the United States at an early age. Her parents, Eli and Gracie, worked at Bravo Stadium, home of the 141s, and Jade became a constant presence on the sidelines. As time went by, the Bravo Stadium became her home. Jade started helping around the sidelines bringing water, towels, medical kits, and even helping out in the blue tent, all the while completing her college in biological science and doctor of physical therapy (DPT), and of course, licensing in Physical Therapy. When she got her license, her experience was already on par with the other physiotherapists since she had been jumping from senior to seniors, learning and practicing all she could. Kate Laswell who has been seeing Jade there since she was a teenager, hired Jade as one of the many physiotherapists for 141s, and with that came a fateful challenge: a newcomer Tight End with a torn ACL from his rugby days, whoâs trying to get back to his top form in order to play in the NFL.
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PHEW so there you have it! If you've read it this far, oh my LORD me and Aly love you so much! This is a pretty severe brainrot that we had, so hope you like it!
And let's enjoy the 2024 NFL Season đđđ
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Roommates are sometimes absolute assholes. But not Alex Keller, Alex Keller would be a good damn roommate. You wouldn't have to worry about him arguing on the phone with someone at 1:00 AM when you have work early in the morning. You may just have to remind him to turn down his romcoms late at night.
That goes for Gaz as well, he'd honestly be the one getting onto me for leaving my dishes in the sink. He'd put you in your place so fast it would leave you awestruck and you'd end up washing his dishes out of confusion. The apartment? It would smell so nice in a natural way.
Soap.... Soap wouldn't intentionally be a bad roommate. But I have a feeling that he'd accidentally be loud late at night or early in the morning. He doesn't think about the fact that you're still nice in bed when he comes back from the gym and starts making a protein smoothie. After the first couple of times of you complaining tho, he'd switch to making them the day before.
And do you even actually have a roommate when it comes to Ghost? Yeah, he pays his share of rent and utilities but he's sighted less than the local cryptid. The one time you did seem to see him was at 3:00 AM when you went to go get water. You screamed so loudly that your neighbors thought someone had broken into your apartment.
Price isn't your roommate. He's your whole ass husband. The fridge and pantry are full of beers, meat and potatoes. After plenty of persuading he's finally agreed to stop smoking in the apartment, but the smell from his cigar still lingers a little.
#141 headcanons#tf 141 x reader#call of duty#call of duty mw2#cod mw22#simon ghost riley#captain john price#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#alex keller#headcannons#roommate headcannons
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ALEX DEWITT & KYLE RAYNER in GREEN LANTERN: CIRCLE OF FIRE
#alex dewitt#kyle rayner#kyle x alex#green lantern circle of fire#kylealex#alexkyle#*panelsandpages#ganthet
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Thoughts on COD men favorite way to cuddle? Personally I believe Soap likes to lay directly on top of his partner, heâs a whore for head scratches. Please any soft headcanons you have for 141+LV would do rn. I just need some soft boys. đ„č
How Do They Cuddle?
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COD SFW Head-Canons
Characters: John Price, Johnny Mactavish, Simon Riley, Kyle Garrick, Alex Keller, Gary Sanderson, Nikolai, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo Parra, Kate Laswell, Valeria Garza, Phillip Graves, König, Farah Karim
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Warnings: None- Just Fluff.
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John Price
Loves to pull you into his arms in bed and be the big spoon, honestly okay with most cuddle positions.
Will lay on top of you and snuggle but it's typically unintentionally in his sleep- like a weighted blanket that snores and sleep talks.
Will pass out immediately if you rub his shoulders.
Johnny Mactavish
Absolutely adores laying on top of you with his head on your chest, your heartbeat soothes him and lord help him if you scratch his head- he may just drool.
Any and all types of spooning is welcome, will be the little or big spoon.
Hands on you every chance he is given, tugging you close in bed and nearly roasting you because this man is a straight up living furnace.
Simon Riley
Pulls you into his side so you can lay your head on his chest, typically sleeps laying on his back.
Absolutely melts if you press little kisses to the scars on his face, wraps his arms around you so tight that there is no escape.
Not opposed to you spooning him or just wrapping your arms around him from behind.
Kyle Garrick
Does the thing of tucking your head to his chest so you can listen to his heartbeat, will also hum a soft tune to you and murmur the sweetest things as you fall asleep.
Tuck your face into the crook of his neck and you'll hear an audible sigh of happiness, arms slipping around you to pull you impossibly close.
Kiss attack!!! Will randomly pepper kisses all over your face and anywhere else you'll let him- he just can't resist you.
Alex Keller
Absolute puppy energy as he follows you around closer than usual whenever he wants to cuddle, will eagerly pull you to him on the couch or wherever else you two sit down.
Tucks his face into the crook of your neck and purposely tickles you with his facial hair, grins like an idiot when you giggle and push at him.
Is typically the big spoon in bed because he just loves being the one with his arms around you, planting kisses to your shoulders.
Gary Sanderson
Lays on top of you to trap you with his affection, nuzzling and making little hum sounds to express how much he adores you.
Traces shapes and letters along your skin when you two are cuddling in bed, loves tugging you close to his chest and running his hands along your back.
Often pats his lap when he wants you to stop what you're doing and just come sit on him for snuggles for awhile.
Nikolai
Handsy? Handsy. Gentle touches at all times and constant hugs from behind, is so damn cozy though and knows it- pulling you into him every opportunity.
Loves having you lay on top of him like a blanket, mumbling loving words in Russian as he rubs your back.
If you're sitting beside him his arm is wrapped around you, however he much prefers you on his lap so he can hold you even closer.
Alejandro Vargas
Wants you to lay on him. Please lay on him or let him spoon you, he just has to feel you close so he can praise you softly.
Will drag you onto his lap to hold you when he feels you're working too hard, that's enough chores for right now- snuggle time.
Rubs his hands lightly up and down your sides when you two are in bed.
Rodolfo Parra
Literally the absolute sweetest- wants to sit and cuddle you while feeding each other snacks. Wants you on his lap so he can tell you about his day while sticking food in your mouth.
Loves being the little spoon or laying his head on your chest, run your fingertips along his back and he'll hum out in response.
Consistently gives you the coziest hugs and sweet forehead kisses, hands on your waist or lower back.
Kate Laswell
Intense spooning- prefers being the big spoon but will gladly be the little spoon. Loves taking care of you.
Wants you to lean your head on her shoulder when you two are sitting at home watching shows together.
Encourages you to tell her all about your day, pressing a sweet kiss to your head as you drift off in her arms.
Valeria Garza
Holds your hands when you two cuddle in bed because it's romantic, presses kisses to your knuckles as you tell her about your day.
Praises you for whatever you accomplish and also insists that you take plenty of breaks so she can hold you.
Wants to be the big spoon or tuck your head against her chest so she can mumble sweetly in your ear.
Phillip Graves
An absolute menace who unleashes tickle attacks occasionally when you two are cuddling, usually though he just mumbles sweet things against your skin.
Showers you with kisses and groans softly as he eases into bed with you and with a 'c'mere darlin'' starts spooning you- loves being big spoon.
Wants you to lay your head on his chest sometimes as well, feel his breathing and steady heart beat while he rambles about his day.
König
Lay on him please- he craves it so bad to just feel you close like that. Wants to hold you tightly to himself and ramble about how much he loves you.
A giant teddy bear- please let him lay his head on your lap. He'll fall asleep instantly.
Gentle and doting wanting to give you massages constantly- if you return a massage though you will just hear so many soft groans and praises in German.
Farah Karim
Spoon spoon spoon- will be little or big spoon she doesn't care. Just let her tell you how gorgeous/handsome and perfect you are.
Rests her hands on your waist often when you're doing things, especially loves doing it if it makes you flustered.
Lay your head in her lap and she will gladly smile and stroke your hair- you're just so cute.
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Pet names from the entire CoD ensemble (TF141, Los vaqueros, Graves, Alex & Farah, Hadir, Valeria..)
because itâs actually painful when I see someone use one that I could not imagine hearing from them (no hate itâs my problem not anyone elseâs đđ)
A/N: yâall Iâm not from any of the characterâs countries meaning idk standard terms of endearment in their countries/languages (ĐŸÂŽâ`ĐŸ) - especially the Arabic ones
Also, I may do another one with Makarov, Nolan, König (ew), Horangi and anyone else yâall want!
@medic--main for you :33
Kyle âGazâ Garrick
MY BABY (anywho)
- definitely uses âLove, Lovey, Babe, Babyâ
- could hear him possibly saying âDarlingâ
- maybe âSweetheartâ
- honestly probably wouldnât use his loverâs name as much to their face. More while referring to them.
- If you ever got married, he would 100% jokingly yell âHUSBAND/WIFE!!â Whenever someone wanted to speak to you.
Rodolfo âRudyâ Parra
- yâall idk Spanish but if you have any ideas for pet names in Spanish then yes.
- âAmor, CorazĂłn, Cariñoâ [Love, Heart, Darling]
- âDarlingâ is something that could be heard at points in time but likely not when dating, more married.
- would interchange between âAmor/Loveâ in conversations.
- Would use your first name a lot, especially when other people are around. Itâs not that heâs insecure or anything, he just prefers using your name.
Phillip Graves
- âSweetheartâ violent screaming
- âDarlingâ more violent screaming
- Could at times use âBaby, Loveâ
- rarely says âBabeâ instead of âBabyâ
- âHoneyâ <33
- âDollâ or âDollyâ
RHAJGDISHDUAUDHSB IM GOING INSANE
- honestly wouldnât use your name a lot, sure sometimes when heâs in conversation with others, but even then he just says âthe missus/misterâ or âmy sweetheartâ
- would sometimes tease you when youâre dating by using your last name rather than your first name when wanting your attention. Idk itâs an authority thing. đ
John Price
- âDarling, Love, Sweetheartâ melts
- again, before you took his last name (or he takes yours), he would call you by your last name.
- âLoveyâ when he wants to be a pain tease
- in marriage he would often say âSweetieâ
- sometimes uses âHoneyâ or âHonâ
- sometimes he would use your first name.
Alex Keller
RAHHH MY LOVE <333
- âBabe, Babyâ an insane amount.
- Sometimes, but not often, âLoveâ
- probably uses stupid names or inside jokes that no one else understands.
- if you speak another language, he 100% tryâs to learn it and use names from it (heâs absolutely terrible to the point of it being painful, but heâs adorable in trying nonetheless).
- used your first name a lot, sometimes used your last name as a joke.
Farah Karim
- âMy Loveâ is her go to <33
- never âBabeâ but sometimes (rarely) âBabyâ
- âHoneyâ or âHonâ especially.
the next ones I got straight off of Google so I apologise in advance if theyâre wrong (ÂŽïŒĐïŒ`)
- âhabib albiâ This term of affection means âlove of my heartâ - ŰŰšÙŰš/ŰŰšÙۚ۩ ÙÙŰšÙ
- âya hayatiâ âmy lifeâ - Ùۧ ŰÙۧŰȘÙ
I would put more but that fucked up my keyboard and took about 10 minutes (copy and paste was a pain in the ass)
Hadir Karim
- said âBabeâ once and immediately regretted it, he thought it sounded stupid. It did
- never âBabyâ
- sometimes he says âLoveâ or âMy Loveâ
- Has a lot of inside jokes that he uses to make fun of you (he means it in good fun).
- Any of the Arabic words from Farahâs list (Iâm aware that Uzikstan has its own language.. because I searched it up.. but they also speak Arabic - itâs just not as well spoken)
- sometimes tryâs out âSweetieâ or âMy Sweetâ
More Arabic below âŹïž (again Iâm so sorry if itâs wrong itâs from Google I know absolutely nothing about the language, please correct anything if you do knowđ§ââïž)
- âya heloâ âmy beautifulâ - Ùۧ ŰÙÙ/ŰÙÙŰ©
- âya amarâ âmy moonâ - Ùۧ ÙÙ
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John âSoapâ MacTavish
- âHenâ & âHoneyâ for sure
- Often also uses âSweetheartâ and âSweetieâ
- probably uses âBonnieâ if heâs with a femme partner (idk much about Scottish slang)
- loves to yell âWIFE/HUSBANDâ if yâall ever get married.
- Would probably jokingly say âDearâ or âDarlingâ to sound fancy (it sounds so weird with his accent that it always makes you giggle)
- âDollâ and âDollyâ while dating, not as much during marriage.
Simon âGhostâ Riley
- âDearâ when married, also uses âDarlingâ a lot when married but plays (teases) when dating.
- he sometimes, but itâs usually rarely, âSweetieâ or âSweetheartâ
- apparently âDuckâ is a British term of endearment? Idk it says older gentlemen use it and he seems like he would say it. Old man soul
- sometimes says âLoveâ or âLoveyâ when heâs sleepy.
- uses your first name a lot, not as much your last name.
- unless you get married, in which he uses your last name all the time (whether you take his last name or he takes yours)
Alejandro Vargas
- He uses a lot more English than Spanish around you unless your first language is also Spanish.
- He loves to tease you with inside jokes and all sorts of complicated Spanish compliments if you donât speak the language.
- âCariñoâ & âAmorâ a lot.
- Doesnât usually use âCorazĂłnâ but it will rarely slip.
- âCieloâ [Sky] sometimes, but again, not so much.
- sometimes says âBabeâ or âBabyâ
Valeria Garza
Gods there arenât enough women
- lovesss calling you âCorazĂłnâ and âCieloâ especially right next to your ear while holding you from behind, pushing her body weight onto you.
- âMi Vidaâ [My Life] sometimes
- âMi Rey/Reinaâ [My King/Queen] a lot, especially if sheâs treating you to dinner/luxury.
- Doesnât often use English pet names, but when she does she favours âLoveâ or âMy Heartâ (she often translates Spanish names directly into English)
Nikolai
- I honestly could imagine him saying âbabyâ or âbabygirlâ and I donât know if it would be as a joke or not.. thatâs up for interpretation.
- When you two just started dating, he jokingly called you âcomradeâ to his and your friends to confuse the shit out of people.
- âĐșĐŸŃŃĐœĐŸĐș âkotyonokâ [kitten] also as a joke (maybe not.. up for interpretation againâŠ
- âĐĐžĐ·ĐœŃ ĐŒĐŸŃâ âzhizn moyaâ [my life] as an actual name he uses for you.
- he doesnât use a lot of pet names in public, mostly when itâs just you two.
- ĐĄĐŸĐ»ĐœŃĐ” (solntsye) / ŃĐŸĐ»ĐœŃŃĐșĐŸ (solnishka) - [sunshine].
@pillowwarzone I added Nikolai â°(*Ž`*)âŻâĄ
Hereâs the website I used (for mainly Arabic) âŹïž
#call of duty#cod#cod modern warfare#John soap MacTavish x reader#Phillip graves x reader#Kyle Gaz Garrick x reader#Alex Keller x reader#Valeria garza x reader#John price x reader#Simon ghost Riley x reader#alejandro vargas x reader#rodolfo rudy parra x reader#Rudy Parra x reader#Kate Laswell x reader#nikolai x reader#CoD Nikolai x reader#Simon Riley#john mactavish#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#alex keller#John price#Kyle Garrick#kyle Gaz garrick#Rodolfo parra#Alejandro Vargas#Valeria garza#cod nikolai#farah karim x reader#farah karim
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Okay everyone in the cod fandom thirsting over mw characters, itâs time to introduce u mfs to the black ops world cuz honestly Iâm tired of the lack of appreciation and fanfics (mostly fanfics) these people get.
Lemme introduce you to some of the main baes
This mf right here is a grade a ASSHOLE but itâs why we love him. Honestly if you love effed up relationships and angst you should read some of the bell x adler fics going on. Bell is YOU. Itâs the customisable character in Cold War who Russell Adler brainwashed and itâs a whole thing and itâs toxic af to pair them but I fuggin loveeee itttt (second pic posted by @adlerboi)
Alex Mason <3333 my wifey for lifey
He was brainwashed by the Sovietâs and heâs our fave lil mentally scarred old man. Seriously tho itâs criminal the lack of love this guy gets he is so handsome
Ahhh mr frank Woods. Asshole but not in the same way Russell adler is. Heâs the kinda guy who would act annoyed when you ask him to hold your drink but would protect that mf with his LIFE. Would treat you right but itâs a whole âdick to everyone else but sweet as pie to youâ kinda vibe yk?
Miss Helen Park. Honestly we should hate her. She manipulated and brainwashed us alongside adler but would I kiss her on the lips? Maybe possibly yes. Nuff said
The CRIMINALLY underrated navy seals commander david mason. Yes heâs alex masons son yes we keep it in the family here. He has some mental scars like his father but honestly who doesnât?! Handsome as fuck, and so kind and respectful <3 I luv him
So please guys I beg you!! Play black ops 1, 2 and Cold War so we can get some love for these guys!!
If you like the sound of it please read this fic about adler x bell omg my heart
#john soap mactavish#soap mactavish#soap x reader smut#soap x you#captain john price#captain johnathan price#captain john mactavish#john price#simon ghost riley#ghost x you#ghost x reader#kyle gaz smut#kyle gaz garrick#gaz x reader#modern warfare#modern warefare ii#call of duty#cod x you#cod x reader#141 x reader#task force 141#black ops cold war#black ops 2#russell adler#alex mason#david mason#frank woods#helen park
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Alex Keller is the type to say "ooohh big stretch" with a beaming smile on his face as he pushes a third finger in you, and I won't elaborate.
#ugh i hate crushing on Americans đ#i wanna explain to him what's a kilometer while he eats me out#alex keller#alex keller x reader#alex keller smut#cod#cod x reader#cod smut#call of duty#mw1#captain price#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#phillip graves
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It's the little things, Part I:
It's the way Price blushes as you cover his face in kisses. He's seen and done it all, stared down the barrel of a gun more times than he can count, but nothing will ever quite throw the Cap'n off his game more than the way you show and tell him that you love him and that he's damn good at what he does.
It's the way Gaz exhales and feels all the stress leave his body. His head rests comfortably on your lap and your fingers ghost over the wrinkles on his forehead. He was only away for only a week and a half but it felt like an eternity. Gaz leaves the work behind in your embrace, closes his eyes, and it's the best damn nap he's had in a while.
It's the way Soap whines and leans into your touch as your nails work shampoo and miracles on his scalp. Oh. That's new. You do it again. Same response. You tease him about it later much to his chagrin but it's just one of many things that endear him to you. And amuses Simon if your text messages are any indication.
It's the way Ghost is trying not to laugh when you blow raspberries on his stomach. Apparently, you made it your life's mission to get a reaction out of him every time you did it, and when you finally succeededâhe said it was a cough but that's bullshitâyour eyes lit up and it was the cutest fucking thing to him. Victory looks good on you, sweetheart.
It's the way Alex relaxes and his eyes flutter close when you kiss the side of his mouth. It's the way he softly murmurs, "Boss...", you murmur, "Babe..." in response, he groans in faux exasperation, and you thank whoever heard your prayers that he's safe in your arms again.
It's the way Alejandro lets his guard down and silently brings you into a hug. His face is buried in the crook of your neck and your arms squeeze him back as tightly as you can. It's one of those moments where you can feel the weight he carries in the tension in his body but it's also a reminder that just as he watches over his men, you'll always watch over him.
It's the way Rudy leaves you speechless as he tilts his head ever so slightly as he listens to you talk, and when you realize what's happening, he laughs heartily and it's your turn to be flustered. What would you do without him?
It's the way Farah leans her head on your shoulder, respite from the burden of leadership. It's the way you lean your head against hers and she feels safe all over again.
It's the way Keegan looks at you, intentional in everything he wants to convey without uttering a word. Still waters run deep, and you'd be a fool to ever doubt the things he feels for you.
It's the way Roach smiles, wide, goofy, and boyish, things he can be when he's with you. It's the crinkle around his eyes reassuring you, and it's as if your worries and fears have dissipated into nothingness.
#2queued4u.#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare#call of duty ghosts#call of duty x reader#call of duty x you#cod x reader#cod x you#x black reader#x poc reader#captain john price x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#john soap mactavish x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#alex keller x reader#alejandro vargas x reader#rodolfo rudy parra x reader#farah karim x reader#keegan p russ x reader#gary roach sanderson x reader#task force 141#los vaqueros
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