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Beautiful souls, all of them.
Out to dinner with my dad and who do we run into?
Sidney. Crosby.
Marc Andre Fleury was with him and chirped me (left pic we were laughing) and Fleury said, “only way you can get a pic with Sid is if you cover that gross logo!!”
Sid’s response : “Be nice, flower :)”
#he’s right though#jkjk#Sid and Flower are awesome#I love that they’re good friends#nhl#ice hockey#Marc-André Fleury#Sidney Crosby#goalies are the best#and captains are second
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catch up.
early access + nsfw on patreon
#thank you for coming on that temporary poolverine detour with me but we're back with the monster au!#they're not subtle are they#this is technically the start of what i mentally see as the second “arc” in the story#its a lot more plot heavy :P#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#cod mw2#ghostsoap#monster 141 au#captain john price#kyle gaz garrick#rodolfo rudy parra#alejandro vargas#giragi art
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i like to think that ever since they met it was mutually ON SIGHT bullying <3
they’re both losers (said with love)
#firm believer of shanks being the last to genuinely warm up to luffy but the one who loves him the most#its a dad and the cat situation#also luffy befriend ALL the other akagamis before shanks is so funny#shanks being like: this pint sized toddler is stealing my crew <:(((#thus the bullying instincts kick off#also also imagine like#shanks laughing and going :its ok they’re just entertaining a kid#and the akagamis are like: we’d trade you for him without second thought#their beloathed high maintenance captain who they unfortunately love#oughghhh i love the red hair pirates being luffys family hold on i need to have a quick cry abt it#monkey d luffy#red haired shanks#benn beckman#yasopp#lucky roux#red hair pirates#one piece#my art!!
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COUNTDOWN TO STEVE'S 106TH BIRTHDAY posting my favorite steve things to celebrate
day 1: his fighting style includes flipping around and being dramatic and destroying motorcycles for no reason
#106 bday#steve rogers#steverogersedit#dailymarvelgifs#dailymarveledits#the avengers#captain america#chris evans#chrisevansedit#marvel#my gifs#absolutely no fucking reason he needs to flip around that much#youre just showing off at this point#and the motorcycles??? how many must he destroy before we stop him#they were perfectly good motorcycles steve#rides around for 0.3 seconds and then is like actually fucking this thing TOSS
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I love TOS Star Trek’s slutty little cropped shirts. Their slutty little heeled boots. And no one rocks it quite like the one and only Captain James Tiberius Kirk.
#though I will admit#Spock’s a close second#Scotty’s an arguable third#star trek#star trek the original series#star trek tos#kirk#jim kirk#james t kirk#captain kirk#captain james kirk
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just saw a video abt ppl in the military sleeping anywhere they can and i have the cod brainrot so obviously thought of tf141
ghost and you just about to get down and dirty but he had to do a quick bathroom trip. next thing you know, you hear snoring coming from the bathroom and he's leaned against the wall, eyes shut.
price promising that he'd watch the whole movie, because it was one of your favorites. but lo and behold, you barely get past the opening scene and he's laid back with his mouth hanging open.
gaz making dinner for the both of you. you smell burning from the kitchen and find him face down on the counter, spoon in hand as the food blackens in the pan.
soap trying to give you a massage because you've had a hard day. turns out it relaxed him instead because minutes later he's collapsed on top of you, drooling onto your back.
#it's bad because i took like five seconds to write this#but i needed to get the brain worms out#ghost simon riley#simon riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley x gn!reader#simon riley x y/n#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#john price#captain price#price x reader#price x you#price x y/n#john price x reader#john price x gn!reader#kyle gaz garrick#kyle gaz x reader#kyle gaz x you#gaz x reader#gaz x you#gaz x gn!reader#johnny soap mactavish#johnny soap mctavish x reader#johnny soap mctavish x you#soap mactavish#soap x reader#soap x gn!reader#soap x you
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This is why I'm not the biggest fan of the Price is the dad of the 141 headcanons, because what people fail to understand is that the person on the leash is actually Price
#john “let me set off a nuke to help the war effort” Price#john “lets kidnap his wife and son” price#john “yeah i can sneak into this base alone” price#you don't understand Laswell still smokes because of him!#soap doesn't really do anything chaotic in the games#meanwhile Price every two seconds is doing something else insane and dragging gaz into it with him#ghost and soap: normal military mission#price and gaz: fighting for their fucking lives because Price decided they could take on a whole base of men by themselves#thoughts with luke#captain john price#call of duty#john price#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#task force 141
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Babysitting
#artists on tumblr#star wars fanart#star wars: the clone wars#captain rex#princess leia#luke skywalker#fix-it AU#the fields of Naboo probly#0.2 seconds away from dropping the farce of being asleep and proceeding to scare the pants off of some suspicious toddlers
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♡ part one ♡
ExHusband!Price x f!reader
been thinking ab this post 4ever and need to get it out tbh.
**I’ve never done something like this b4 and I haven’t proofread so pls be nice 2 me ._. **
You have been divorced from your ex husband John Price for two years. Still, he comes over and shovels your driveway for you every time it snows.
He’s come inside and warmed up in the mudroom nearly every 15-20 minutes, puffing hot breath into his hands and rubbing them together for warmth before stepping back out and shoveling again.
You meet him in the mudroom for his fourth warm-up break and hand him a mug of hot coffee. Dash of cream, one sugar.
“Still how you take your coffee, right?” You offer a small smile, hugging your arms around yourself as John takes a sip from the mug.
“Still the same.” He nods before he takes another sip, the small smile that had appeared at the corner of his mouth quickly fading.
He leans up against the doorframe, the shovel leaning against the wall next to him. He peers out of the door's window, checking over his work.
“I'll get goin' soon enough. It ain't snowing right now, the drive's nearly clear.”
You thank him again, even though you never asked him to do this in the first place. You can’t help but look up at him, meeting his blue eyes for just a moment.
Before he could reply, your two children came running around the corner cheering and squealing when they saw their dad.
John's smile brightens at their presence, his body language immediately softening as he squatted down to their level.
“Hey, my little monkeys. Come give yer ol’ dad a hug.” He opens his arms out wide, inviting both of them to come to him. It doesn't take long before they both go crashing into him, squealing, smiling. Their giggles filled the small room.
You just smile. Even if you and John aren’t always on the best of terms, you can’t deny that he’s a great father.
“Daddy’s cold.” Your youngest shivers a bit from hugging their dad, who still had snow on his clothes and frost on his beard from shoveling.
John tries to shrug it off, but you ask him to stay and warm up for a while.
For the kids, of course.
Plus dinner is nearly ready, and you definitely made too much for just you and the kids, anyway.
More cheering, more squealing, more giggling as John finally agrees and kicks his boots off, hanging his coat on the hook.
John’s blue eyes scan the new decor and different paintings on the wall, but he doesn’t comment on how much the place has changed since he moved out.
After dinner, the two of you stand in the doorway as you watch the kids play together in their playroom, that used to be John’s “man cave”.
“They're gonna make you tuck them in.” You mention, sipping your glass of wine.
John smiles, a casual shrug of his shoulders.
“Maybe you can convince them to go up and brush their teeth?” You lower your wineglass and offer a fake, pleading pout.
He looks down for a moment, pretending not to see the gesture. Instead, he looks back to the children.
“Right then, you two little monkeys. It’s gettin’ late. Go on up and brush your teeth. I’ll come tuck you in.”
Both children protest for a while, but eventually give in without too much of a fight. That’s a new one.
John lets out a chuckle as the children roll their eyes and go up the stairs. He watches them disappear from view before turning and meeting your eyes again, still smiling for this small victory.
As if he had just realized he was staring, John’s eyes darted down into his now empty mug.
"Let me take that." You reach for his mug but he shakes his head.
"I haven’t forgotten where the kitchen is," He smiles a bit. "'ll clean up and then tuck the kids in."
John makes his way over to the kitchen, placing it in the sink and starting water. You follow, and notice that he was also washing the dishes from dinner as well.
“John, you don’t have to-“
“I know.”
And that’s that.
You chew your bottom lip. This looked too familiar. It felt too familiar.
"I'm... gonna go check on them and get them in their pj's." You gesture to the stairs in the hall.
He looks up at you briefly and nods; "Be up in a bit, love.”
Once the water is emptied from the sink, he starts loading the dishes into the dishwasher. Once completed, he starts to wipe down the counters and stovetop, wanting to make sure he left no mess behind. Then he trekked back up the stairs to tuck in the kids.
You’re downstairs again, on the living room sofa. You wanted to let John have a moment alone with the kiddos before he left again.
He makes his way down the stairs and sees you sitting there in the dim lighting. He clears his throat a bit as he walks through the living room and back into the mudroom.
“They're tucked in. Not a whisper from ‘em.” He mentions casually as he gets his snow boots back on.
You thank him, turning to watch him leave, but notice him looking out of the door window and pause. So you make your way over to the door to see what he’s seeing.
It's started snowing and the driveway is completely covered again. It looks like he hasn't even shoveled.
John lets out a grunt of disbelief and sighs, pulling on his beanie and reaching for the shovel once again.
“Don't-“ You shake your head, placing your hand on the shovel. “It's snowing hard, there's no point in shoveling it all up just for it to be covered again. Why don't you... stay on the couch or something tonight.”
He stares down at the shovel for a moment, debating it. After a beat, he sighs a bit, nodding.
“I... could do that.”
You go upstairs to the bedroom and bring John some extra pillows and blankets to make a bed on the couch with.
You set everything on the coffee table and the two of you sit on the couch for a moment, just catching up and chatting about the kids.
“The kids both want to do soccer in the spring.” You mention, your cheeks a bit rosy from the wine you had with dinner.
“Football.” He corrects with a small smirk. You roll your eyes.
“Let me pay for the lessons.” He says; not asking.
Of course you refuse.
Of course he insists.
You settle on splitting it.
Then it happens again. Your eyes meet his. Neither one of you speaks. Suddenly you’re transported back to the first night you met; you were newly 21 and already tipsy when your eyes met those of an older man in his fatigues as he sat at the bar. You remember drunkly telling the older man that he had the prettiest blue eyes, and that you wanted a hundred of his babies that looked just. like. him.
You have two, at least.
“Oh!” You sit up a bit straighter, snapping out of your daydream. “I was going to ask you to look at something on my laptop. It's doing that thing again. It's upstairs.” You get up and head to your home office, John right behind you.
You open your laptop and hand it to John. He knew how to fix it last time, so it should take him no time.
He sits in your office chair and you step away into your bedroom across the hall to get into a pair of pajama shorts and a hoodie, since it's getting late.
The laptop whirred softly before he got it running again. Only took a minute. He sets it on the desk, leaning back in your chair with his hands behind his head as he looks up through the open door where you can be found, changing in the bedroom.
You were his wife at one point, anyway. Isn’t something he hasn’t seen before…
After you’ve changed, you lay on your bed, scrolling through your phone as you wait for John to fix the issue with your laptop, unaware that he was watching. Unaware that the laptop has been fixed for a while now, and he was just wasting time.
Eventually, his voice wafts through the doorway.
“Think I got it, love-“ He pauses for a moment. “Er, Y/N.”
“Ugh, thank you.” You sigh and sit up, taking the laptop from him and setting it on your nightstand. “Stupid thing always acting up.”
John sits on the edge of your bed as you take the laptop back from him.
“Not a problem. It was a quick fix.” He offers a small smile, rubbing the back of his head.
He takes a glance at you, noticing the pajamas you had put on.
"...Is that my sweatshirt?"
You blush a bit sheepishly, looking down at the oversized, grey 2XL Special Air Service hoodie you’re wearing. "Um..."
Another small chuckle escapes his lips. He shakes his head a bit, trying to contain his amusement.
“S’what I thought. You look... comfy." He reaches his hand out towards your leg, running his hand lightly over your bare legs, exposed by the shorts you were wearing.
Without realizing what he's doing, he has his hand on your thigh, and he gives it a light squeeze.
Eventually his hand travels higher to rest on your sex over your pajama shorts.
Usually, you'd tell him off. Monologue about how this isn't how things work because it complicated things and you both need to set boundaries.
But tonight you don't.
Maybe it's because you had two heavy-handed pours of your favorite wine with dinner. Maybe it was seeing him with your kids again. Maybe it had just been too long since you'd felt anything other than a cheap bullet vibrator.
So you let him slip his hand down your panties.
But it's a bit jarring to feel his wedding band still on his finger.
You look down at his hand for a beat when you feel it.
You look back up and place your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in and crashing your lips together.
John wastes no time in laying you back on your bed and tugging your shorts and panties off, tossing them somewhere behind him.
His lips are on your neck, his hands spreading your soft thighs apart. You can smell the musky scent of himself on him, mixed with that familiar cologne of his, and you breathe a sigh.
“Take this off f’r me.” He mumbles against your skin, sliding your his hoodie up your body.
Your body aches for this to continue, and John doesn't plan to disappoint, but he takes a moment to admire what's sprawled out in front of him. He lets out a satisfied smirk as he pulls you closer by your thighs. He's undone his belt and shrugged out of his jeans in no time.
You pull his shirt off over his head before you close your eyes and tilt your head to give him easier access to kiss your neck.
His scruffy beard tickles your neck, his calloused hands gripping your thigh and rubbing your slick, dripping pussy.
“So needy.” John observed as your back arched and your body squirmed at his touch. "Poor thing... No one's been keepin’ you satisfied, hm?”
You shake your head a bit. You hate that he’s right. You hate that he can tell. That he knows you too well.
But he’s right; no random Tinder hookup and no blind date that your friends have set you up with could ever compare to your ex husband.
“Should’a told me...” He murmurs as he leans lower, positioning his head in between your thighs, pressing desperate kisses to your aching clit.
He’s got you figured out completely. He’s always been good at that.
A smile forms as his hands move to grip your thighs. He lets out a quiet groan as your legs instinctively clamp around his head. The look of his veiny hands gripping your plushy thighs with that damn wedding band still around his finger is doing things to you.
His tongue slowly plays in circular motions, teasing you, loving the game. He takes his time, enjoying himself, as you continue to squeeze your thighs against his head. Hell, he’d let you suffocate him if it meant he could eat your pussy this one last time.
You try not to, but you let out a desperate moan of pleasure. He knew exactly what you like, exactly where to lick, exactly where to kiss, exactly where to nibble.
Damn him.
“You sound s’pretty, lovey. S’pretty f’r me.” He pants, his praise ending with a whimper.
Your eyes roll back. Fuck, he has you. He knows he has you. Your moans and whimpers are uncontrollable as he picks up the pace, all but slamming his thick cock into your pretty little hole.
You’re his, and he knows it, and in the moment, it’s true. Just him. Just you. The rest doesn’t matter right now.
John pulls out for just a moment while he swiftly flips you over, roughly gripping your hips and pulling your backside into him. He’s got the angle just right now, and your breath catches in your throat, followed by a needy whimper.
“Mine… All mine… Isn’t that right?” He whispers, more of a command than a question.
Your face is pressed against the mattress as John’s grip on your hips tighten. This angle, this position, John is so familiar with it. He knows what it does to you. He knows the way it makes you respond.
John lets out a loud groan as your whimpers and moans get more needy, desperate. He knows that you’re about to come.
He finishes right then and there, along with you.
You gasp a bit, surprised by the synchronization. Should you really be surprised, though? Only he would know your body like that. You’re his. He’s yours.
John slowly pulls his softening cock out of you, lying on the bed and pulling you into his chest. His hand grabs your thigh, draping your leg around his waist in an attempt to hold you closer.
He lets out a few deep breaths, letting the adrenaline and endorphins just fade away. Neither of you wants to move right now, both just content being in each other’s arms. Both content feeling the heat of each other’s bodies, just listening to each other breathing.
“Better than I remembered it.” John murmurs, his voice laced with a smirk.
You catch John’s left hand after he reached up to push your sweaty hair from your forehead. You hold it in yours, playing a bit with the wedding band.
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#he thought u were insane when you wanted to have babies w him after barely knowing him for .5 seconds but that’s his type tbh#he’s trying to baby trap u#call of duty#captain john price#john price#captain price#captain john price x reader#price x reader#smut#cod smut#captain price smut#cod mw2#cod mwii#cod x reader#cod x you#cod x fem!reader#cod headcanons#price headcanons#task force 141#141 x reader#141 headcanons#ghost cod#ghost riley#john soap mactavish#soap cod#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#gaz cod#exhusband!price#dad!price
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makin a note post bc i need to be held accountable;;
to start off, for every 100 notes I'll finish a wip piece of art, or work on it for half an hour, whichever is shorter. (this includes palette asks! a prompt counts as a WIP) -> 6 so far
100 notes and I'll post a chapter of an ancient fic here (full on planned out, never finished)
300 and I'll finish reading my current book and make some doodles for it
500 and I'll post the stagnant wip piece i have for Godkiller: Last Hope
700 and I'll write a 500-1k word fic in one of my fandoms, the topic determined by whoever is the 700th note (it must be a reblog! put it in the tags, and if you don't know amy of my fandoms, say so and I'll make a raffle post :) ) Claimed! it's an ancient magus bride fic
800 and I'll finish the OC ask games on my main (i have two to finish)
900 and I'll do a rendering practice page and post it
1k and I'll do an inktober style week, but actually do something each day ^^
also if you feel like making me have to do more things, send me palette or prompt asks :3 (please do!)
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Price in leather anyone ??? Inspired by this lovely fic by @on-a-lucky-tide again :3c
Guys, I think Nik liked it
#cod#nikprice#cod nikolai#john price#nikolai cod#captain price#teehee#oh this was so fun to draw#leather is fuuuuuuuun#tumblr don't murder the picture quality challenge#okay there was supposed to be another sketch to go with it but I struggled with it#I'll try again later#if you noticed that the upper arm straps aren't there on the second drawing no you didn't#anyway teehee hope you'll like this one#my art
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i love you musical stings in doctor who
#classic who#doctor who#second doctor#third doctor#fourth doctor#fifth doctor#sixth doctor#romana#romana ii#peri brown#the master#ainley!master#brigadier lethbridge stewart#delgado!master#jamie mccrimmon#zoe heriot#mike yates#captain yates#tegan jovanka#k9
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limitations (part 2)
early access + nsfw on patreon
#soooo a little bit of bg context to fill in some gaps#simon is currently being 'contained' within this chamber but it's only because he wants to. his shadows could tear it apart in seconds if h#but right now he's basically just waiting for judgement.#as a wraith#simon does get hungry and need to sleep#but he can go for far longer than the average human can without them.#price is wearing a shoulder brace to alleviate the weight imbalance from the loss of his wing#it's basically just so he's not constantly listing to his left#captain john price#kate laswell#simon ghost riley#monster 141 au#giragi art
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thinking about a whumpee on a forced march through rough terrain
hands tied in front of them, on foot while their captors are mounted, sleeping out in the open, forced to beg for adequate food and water
maybe they're barefoot, a captured royal in silken robes
maybe they're in a torn suit or soldier's uniform
maybe they were stripped at the start, increasing the exposure to the elements, the humiliation
are they a terrified mess from the beginning, or do they try to endure with dignity? how long before they're stumbling, barely putting one foot in front of the other? how long before they fall?
#im particularly thinking about a notorious captain or other commanding officer tbh#his enemies have faced defeat after defeat at his hands and now that they have him they want to make him suffer#they need to travel through the mountains to reach their capitol and -of course- they make him walk the whole way#but then someone suggests taking his boots and someone else suggests stripping him naked#they can't let him -die- before he can be paraded through the streets but they'll get him as close as they can#whump#whump prompt#captive#taken prisoner#forced nudity#nonsexual nudity#military whump#fantasy whump#this also randomly made me think of one of my ye olde whump scenarios#where a small regiment ends up surrounded by the enemy and thwir captain is doing his damndest to keep his men alive#and work out a strategy to retreat#but then the enemy soldiers offer to let the rest go if they turn over their leader and they do without a second thought#so not only is he captured he's also been betrayed and is just trying to keep it together emotionally#to do list#this would also be fun with sahota or any of the crew
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Comic page commissioned by @the-bad-batch-baroness of her fanfic “Suckers”
This page was such a delight to draw and the fic is hilarious, so everyone go read it 🤩
Commission Info
#chiligerart#commission#comic#fanfic#the-bad-batch-baroness#captain rex#arc trooper echo#arc trooper fives#domino twins#commander fox#fives’ pose in the second panel and the flashback panel were my absolute favorite to draw#fox fought me the entire time and I wanna shake him#but it’s not fox if he isn’t stubborn#rip Rex he’s dying of embarrassment lol
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Spiderverse as textposts (I'm extremely bored and I have a lot saved sorry)
#technically they're all from the second movie except for one lmao#spiderman across the spiderverse#spiderman into the spiderverse#itsv#atsv#itsv textposts#atsv textposts#miles morales#peter b parker#gwen stacy#spider gwen#spiderman 2099#miguel o'hara#spider punk#hobie brown#pavitr prabhakar#the spot#ghost spider#ghostflower#gwiles#george stacy#captain stacy
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