#call of duty laswell

[writer-fennec]

[goatgoesmbe]

Implied age gap, reader is about 20

Imagine being adopted by Kate Laswell and her wife.

One day, Kate decided to invite some of her colleagues back home. Hanging out, catching up, stuffing bellies full of food.

It didn't take a long time for said colleagues to take interest in you, and of course- Kate being the mama bear she was, noticed.

Her eyes narrowed everytime one of them- or more, started getting too cozy with you. Or in some cases, laying it on thick with the flirting.

But she couldn't do anything with her wife squeezing her hand, reassuring her that you're more than capable of putting your foot down if you're not interested and feel uncomfortable.

Alright, she wouldn't step in for now. But that doesn't mean she's not gonna send her glare from the other side of the room.

But that's ok, the boys wouldn't mind putting in an effort to get mama's approval to date you.

[waves-against-a-cliff]

being laswell's little assistant :(

laswell often hires a new assistant every few years, giving new people a foot in the door into the CIA. but you? oh you're the cutest one she's ever seen. all soft, wide hips and thick thighs wearing those pencil skirts that make her mouth water. your lip gloss catching her lamp desk light just right to make you look even more kissable.

she finds herself fantasizing about having you under her desk. letting you put that mouth to good use while she provides overwatch for the boys. shoving a vibrator up your cunt and adjusting it's settings on her phone as she pleases just to see your knees buckle a little. she keeps her thoughts to herself, content to watch you around her office. to turn up the heat in the building just to see you undo the top three buttons of your blouse. "is that okay ma'am? it's really hot in here,"

god, the way ma'am had never sounded so good before you said it. she wanted your nails to leave marks on her skin as she made you take her strap down to very bottom. to watch the way your eyes rolled into the back of your head when she pressed the bullet vibrator on your clit.

but they remained fantasies. just something to occupy her while she shoved her hand into her pants late at night for some stress relief. something she had been doing increasingly more often.

it was all fine until the boys met the pretty little bird that had been helping laswell. she wasn't a fool. she saw the way their eyes dragged over you, how price seemed to bore holes into your skirt like he had x-ray vision.

this simply wouldn't do.

so one night she invited you to stay in the office for a few drinks. "to celebrate," she said. it only took a few glasses of wine to get you all loose, to get you to abandon any work protocol you had learned and accept her hand sliding up your thigh. higher and higher.

"ma'am?" you asked softly, blinking softly up at the blonde older woman who was slowly running two fingers over your clothed slit which was becoming damp with your own slick. laswell just hummed as a response and pushed your panties to the side. the pads of her fingers brushed against your clit and you gasped, your hips jerking slightly.

"been a while since someone touched you?" she asked and you nodded, gasping and moaning as her dexterous fingers rubbed circles on your sensitive clit. "gonna cum for me? gonna cum with me barely doing anything?"

you writhed underneath her gaze, "y-yes ma'am. fuck, yes like that, like that." your thighs began to tense up and your toes curled within your shoes as she teased the orgasm out of you. your nails continued to dig into her arm as she kept at it until you were trying to pull her hand away, the overstimulation becoming too much to handle at once.

the next week you returned to the office with a dainty chain around your neck.

[homosexualgirlandbags]

Legit gonna die rn so we're gonna speed run through the military man running in my mind.

Simon, for all his money and savings, refuses to change the same 5 year old pair of sneakers he has. The thing is rotting, deteriorating in front of his eyes, and he still tugs them on everyday and walks out in Britain's dreadful weather. He steps on every single puddle out there, and scuffs it up every damn time. Yet his relationship with the converse might be stronger than his relationship with Johnny. He doesn't even wash them, just... Throws them on the balcony. This leaves Johnny looking horrified at him every single damn time.

Price leaves his cigarette ashes everywhere. And his office fucking reeks of cigar smoke. There was a recruit with asthma who had to report to Price after a mission. His CO changed to Simon afterwards. (Price panicked so hard he fucking sprayed the inhaler on the recruits neck for a solid 5 seconds before finally realising what he did wrong. Their medic never lets him live it down.) Either way, everyone walks out of Price's office smelling like smoke, which at least makes it convenient for him to identify who's been sneaking in his office.

Johnny trains at 3 in the morning if possible. He climbs out of Simon's his bed, and pulls on a tank top and shit. Unfortunately, he plays loud ass classical music and rock punk music during his training, without headphones. (There's no in between his music tastes. Fucking Beethoven to My chemical romance). Either way, the recruit's room is closest to the gym, and they have not slept peacefully in 5 months. (Gaz is lowkey impressed by Johnny's method of torture and deterioration of the recruits. Johnny has no idea this was happening)

Gaz is an interesting case. He seems to never get into any trouble or controversy, and seems to be the first person (beside Laswell) to know whenever the rest of the 141 screws up. Johnny watches him closely for months until he finds out that Gaz bribes a few recruits under the table to find dirt on the rest of them. Gaz punishment does not lighten up when Price finds out about the fact that he's been reducing training for recruits who hide the stupid things he has done under the rug.

Laswell once brought her wife on base, a nice lady. She made a good impression on everyone and all. It took a day of her wife being around the base for her to start flirting with her. It's never subtle either, and Nik could only stare in slight surprise and amazement as he sees Laswell twirls her fucking hair like a schoolgirl. The rest of the 141 almost gets a stroke from seeing Laswell and her wife snuggle up in the blankets. And Price had to climb up a ladder to get a drunk Laswell and her wife off the rooftop. Apparently, normal Kate disappears when in close approximate to her wife, I suppose.

Nik has a fucking sweet tooth. His helicopter? Filled with chocolate and bread and what not. He keeps a candy bar with him everywhere. (Price once had the misfortune of learning how hard it is to remove chocolate smears on white shirts). His cookbook is mostly sweets and recipes he collected from around the world. Sometimes, him and Simon stay in the kitchen after hours, just making some sweets and then mysteriously disappearing later. It's quite sweet, if anything, if only he didn't make the aphrodisiac chocolate and gave it to Price on accident... (Spoiler alert, he intended for it to happen, even checked Price cycles to make sure he was free the whole day)

[v1x3n]

[dumbbitchgalore]

I WANT KATE LASWELL TO FINGER ME UNTIL I FUCKING CRY AND THEN SHOVE HER FINGERS IN MY MOUTH AND TELL ME TO LICK THEM CLEAN BEFORE SHE SPITS ON MY FACE WHILE I SAY THANK YOU BECAUSE PRICE DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO TAKE CARE OF THE ONE GOOD THING IN HIS LIFE SO KATE MAKES SURE JOHN WATCHES SO THAT HE CAN LEARN HOW TO PROPERLY TAKE CARE OF HIS WOMAN

MOMMY 🙇🏽‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️

[mrsparrasblog]

Price head canon

the feminine urge to add gifs to see pookie >>>>

I just had a random thought again sorry to bother you, but I was thinking about why Price and Laswell know each other so well and why they aren't eager to share the real reason, like portrayed in the campaign.

The real reason - you, Mrs. Price (née Laswell).

Kate hated Price at the beginning. She met him when he was still a Sergeant, so arrogant, and like now, he didn't like to listen to rules, which resulted in both of them seeking out a safe house after a failed mission. Price wasn't eager to spend days or weeks with Kate; she was just so annoying with her always-right attitude. That changed quick when he walked inside the house and noticed you; he swears to this day it was love at first sight.

"Hello, love, I'm Sergeant John Price," he shook your hand, and you melted for the tall, handsome British man; it didn't need more to sell.

You danced around each other for two weeks in the safe house, trying to hide the attraction to each other so Kate wouldn't see. On the last day, she walked in on John between your legs, eating you out like a fine meal. God, it was the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to you.

Kate didn't let John hear the end of it.

"You're not good enough for my sister."

"I can kill you and make it look like an accident."

"I'm going to mess up your job, John."

After five years of your relationship and marriage, he grew on her, and now he was like a brother she didn't want but loved like her own. John Price was family.

Author's Note: I have so many more thoughts on this. Let me know if you want to hear more about it.

[lenitheraccoon]

I’ll keep drawings these. You can ask the characters who you like in cod😚

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

It's a proxy war, John. We're all just pawns in this.

[3archangelsaints]

It's been months since he'd been home, Laswell had done her best to keep up with how you were feeling whilst 141 was after Makarov. You were good, you were running every day, you got a dog called Soap, ironically, he was both your best friend as much as Simon's.

He'd look at Ghost like he knew, everything, as if Soap was looking back at him through the dog. The last time Ghost left, Soap had whined and nipped at Simon, tugging the mask. He never did that before. Never.

It was weird, and unnerving, but when he came home, to low whines and scratching at the bathroom door, his heart dropped, and he broke the door down, to see you in the bathtub, pale, and cold and stained with the one colour he hated at home. Red.

He knew at that moment you were dead, Soap had jumped into the bathtub, nudging your lifeless head with whines.

He called Price and next moment they were all here, police officers and paramedics arriving. 141, still in uniforms, and there was an anger building within all of them. It was breaking their entire lives. Soap had to be tugged from your body, Simon washed his fur after things had cleared up.

Soap took comfort in Simon's strict words as he took him out for a walk. They walked to the cliff side where they'd released the ashes, and Soap seemed to calm down, looking out at the distance panting. He looked at Simon, barking excitedly, tail wagging.

[simonriley09]

WLW COD P☆RN FICS [Valeria and Laswell]

Valeria: Fingering and making out with Val Eating her out so well she grabs your bun 3some with Laswell <3 Teasing val till she shakes Pussy rubbing <3 Val going from shy to horny Val dominating you with a strap-on Another 3some with Laswell <3 Leashed!Valeria x Femdom!Reader Valeria calling you to her barracks for "work" Laswell: Eating Laswell out after she was stressed the whole day <3 TF141 Watching you and Laswell make out through the cameras 7minutes in heaven with Laswell <3 Cupping ur tits while u finger Lasswell Humping Laswell's teddy while she works Valeria watching you both make-out in the kitchen Laswells new camo thong <3 Humping her thigh in the shower Nipple play Turning Laswell into a whimpering mess <3

[obsessivelullabies]

warnings. female reader, threesome, dom!laswell, dom!price, sub!reader, smut, 18+, strapon, praise. unedited. (please hear me out)

you had a strange relationship with your superiors. currently, your captain, price, had his large hands dug into your hips, his face in between your plush thighs, teasingly flicking and circling your clit.

laswell was teasing your nipples, gently kissing and licking them. your moans filled the room, you squirmed under their touch. you babbled incoherently, shivers of pleasure running through you.

“use your words, pretty girl.” laswell whispered to you, “tell us what you want.”

“more,” you begged.

both of them were cocky, they knew exactly what you needed. price moved to sit beside you in the bed, laswell found her way between your legs, aligning her purple strap to slowly thrust into your needy cunt.

price’s fingers rubbed your clit as laswell slowly thrusted into you, hitting your sweet spot deliciously.

“takin’ it so well, sweetie.” price encouraged your delicate state, your moans almost drowning out his praise.

you came fast, your body shivering and shaking as you practically shrieked for them. the two rode out your orgasm, whispering sweet nothings to you.

laswell gently pulled out, your essence covering her strap and leaking onto the sheets.

price smirked to himself. “so pathetic,” he mocked. “my turn, lovie.”

masterlist! | reblogs and comments appreciated.

[blingblong55]

I can see her -141

Reader found out its lesbian visibility week....

R/N: why is everyone making memes about lesbians?

Gaz: it's lesbian visibility week

Soap: Price made it clear last week

Ghost: it was even on his weekly newsletter

R/N: does that mean I can finally see Laswell?

Soap: ....w-what?

R/N: lesbians aren't invisible this week, isn't that right?

Gaz: *sighs* I don't think you get it

R/N: why do they make lesbians invisible!? *cries*

Price: *walking in with Laswell, sees R/N and walks back out with her*

R/N: oh my god she won't be seen again! *sobs*

[homosexualgirlandbags]

The two biggest hypocrites all around are....

Nikolai who tells John to eat constantly and gets disappointed in him if he starves himself. But have on multiple occasions, not eaten for days straight because of business deals, resulting once in a hospital trip

Laswell telling her wife not to miss her while she was out on the field but proceeds to complain and mop around about being away from her wife constantly to John.

Honourable mention:

Johnny fetches Simon water after a mission under the sun, and forgets to fetch his own, resulting in him fainting under the sun from fucking dehydration and Simon giving him water from his bottle. (Kyle saw Johnny's lips twitch when Simon genuinely panics and forces water down his throat)

And also, Kyle telling people that falling from helicopters is a rare thing to happen while... Having fallen from one himself. (He says this to the rookies so they jump out before him and possibly not die)

[mactavishenjoyer]

Gaz:"for a lesbian you are good at seducing straight men."

Laswell:"straight men are just lesbians with longer cargo shorts, fewer skills, and evil in their hearts."

[chief-laswell]

Anybody care to explain why there are so many military officials on Tumblr?