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broken-glass-puppet · 1 year ago
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Gay cod? Yessir
Price x husband reader, where they have kinda a relationship like the Addams family, yk Morticia and Gomer (?) and the rest of the team just teasing price for being so smitten
I love that kind of relationship, I live for "I love my wife and I'm devoted to her" trope BUT MAKE IT GAY!
Devoted to him
You are taller than him so when the task meets you they are really surprised by you being taller than their captain, you are tall and elegant while your husband it's...it's him, he is so smitten and devoted to your beauty is adorable, he kisses your hand, and puts a hand around your waist
You are the one 'in charge' in the relationship, kind of, you are elegant, mysterious and handsome and he is in love with you
Once you touch him he leans into your touch, you cup his cheek? He leans and brushes his hand against your hand, your wedding rings brushing against each other, you kiss his lips? He follows your lips whimpering softly
definition of German shepherd x black cat
He will pull you closer by your wait after a particular rough mission
Now for the one shot!!
Price was married, that wasn't a secret amongst the task 141, he had his wedding ring all the time in his finger, it's true that when soap asked who was the lucky woman price chuckle and said in a soft voice "woman? I have a husband mate" so yeah now the entire task knows their captain is fruity but when you enter the military it's kind of hard not to find LGBTQ+ folks, so one time after a mission they all where in a pub,. celebrating and everything when price talked
"I hope y'all don't mind but I thought you would like to meet my husband" he said drinking his beer
"we don't mind at all captain, ya always talk about 'im like a teenage talking about their crush ey" soap teased while the rest chuckle a bit
Price smiled when the door opened, it was you, you where...tall...you walked to price and he walked and kissed your hand, specifically the finger where your ring was, you kissed his cheek softly, making his cheeks heat up
"y'all must be the task, is nice to meet you! I'm price husband" you presented yourself
"its nice to meet you too mr.price" said Gaz, you chuckle and maked a soft motion with your hand "oh drop the titles, you can call me [redacted]"
And after that meeting soap and Gaz couldn't stop teasing price, but you are ether new father figure for the rest of the 141, good job
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eowynstwin · 4 months ago
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Blackbird, Fly - One
Cowboy Gaz x mail order bride—only, not his. After exchanging letters for half a year with ranching man Hans König, you finally travel out west to marry him. - You stand alone on a train platform, whole life in your hands, ready to promise yourself to a man you’ve yet to meet. - ao3
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You step off the train carrying every one of your earthly possessions clutched in both hands. In one a carpetbag, only half-full, and in the other, a stack of letters tied together with string. A paltry summary of a very small life, you thought months ago, but today you only see how much room is left over where happiness might take root.
It began with an ad in the paper—Widowed Ranch Owner Seeking Tender Companionship—and a mailing address to a livestock town out in the west. Hans König described himself as Austrian, unusually tall, and fair lonesome in a big ranch house with no woman to make it a home. He’d immigrated to the United States as a child, married very young, had no children, and was forced to watch his first wife perish to consumption.
After two years of mourning, he said in the paper, he finally accepted that she would not want him to live and die alone. And thus, if there were any kind-hearted lady willing to give an old widower a chance, he would promise to take very good care of her.
You’d replied as fast as you could get your hands on paper and pen. The fourth child and only daughter of a tobacco farmer, you hadn’t much else to occupy yourself with. And truly, you hadn’t expected anything to come of it. Proficient in the written word though you were, there was not much else to recommend you. You brought a tiny dowry, skill with a sewing needle, a general knowledge of plants, and mediocre cooking to the bargaining table; he was horse man tried and tested by the challenges of the frontier.
You were under no illusions that you were the most attractive candidate.
Still, you wrote your letter. Described yourself to him as honestly as you could—neither especially pretty nor particularly accomplished, but told by friends and family to be of gentle demeanor and useful intelligence. Forgave him preemptively if he never responded, and wished him the best of luck in his search for a wife.
You’d nearly fainted dead away when his response had arrived as immediately as the next mail wagon. Hans König had addressed you by name, as intimately as if he’d known you for years, and said,
I was very pleased to receive your letter, Miss, and am terribly excited to correspond with you in the future. Although you write that you cannot imagine yourself an appropriate wife for a man of my experience, I myself cannot imagine what more you must need to be such. While I will not do you the discourtesy of making any promises with only my first letter to you, I will tell you truly that I was glad of your introduction, and hope you will grant me the pleasure of knowing you further.
Your whole family had been so excited for his response that Pa had broken out his fiddle after dinner that night, rejoicing already that his little girl’s future was secure.
What followed was a whirlwind half year of romance over letters sent back and forth so fast that you kept running out of ink for your pen. When you’d related this problem to Hans, he’d sent not only an entire box of lampblack ink, but a new steel pen, blotter, and lap desk on which to write.
There is no greater misfortune I can imagine now than to lose the pleasure of your correspondence, he’d written.
Pa had cried that day. Your mother had drawn you close and kissed your hair, whispering a thankful prayer that her baby was going to be alright.
In every letter, Hans demonstrated himself to be a kind man, thoughtful and patient, and as the relationship between the two of you blossomed, you started to believe it yourself. You had long given up on the possibility of marriage, thinking yourself too old and plain by now to offer much to any man worth marrying.
Now you stand alone on a train platform, whole life in your hands, ready to promise yourself to a man you’ve yet to meet.
There are only a few people milling about the station for you to survey. The surest way to pick Hans out from a crowd, he’d written, was by height. He towered over most people, and expressed hope in an early letter that he would not dwarf you too much.
But as you look around, no one stands out above the rest. In fact, the people here aren’t much different than what you’re used to; their simple dress and slight grubbiness prove them to be working folk, the kind you’d expect in a town like this, stockyards visible from the station. Your kind of people—at least normally.
Anticipating this meeting, you’d put on the best dress you own, a light frock with little printed flowers all over it. Your hair is braided and pinned up as fashionably as you could manage early this morning, and you’d even dabbed a little rouge on your lips for the occasion. As far as you can tell you are the cleanest, best-dressed person in the vicinity, and you notice not a few people openly staring.
The thought would usually make you blanch, but right now you hope it will only help your would-be husband to catch sight of you. You still can’t find him—
“Mrs. König!”
You whip your head in the direction of the call. Relief trickles through you, soothing an anxiety you hadn’t wanted to acknowledge yet, and then you see that stepping onto the platform is the handsomest man you’ve ever laid eyes on.
Dark skin, warm as a summer’s day. Lips soft and full like a peach fresh-picked from the tree. A serious brow over serious eyes.
Strong and lean in build, with a loose, confident swagger in his step. He approaches, his large, long-fingered hands coming to rest on the buckle of his belt as comes to stand before you.
Tall, to be sure.
But not unusually tall.
This cowboy—profession evidenced by the worn state of his attire—is not your intended husband.
Something in you falls at that.
Swiftly you berate yourself for the betrayal. Your Hans is gentle, generous, kind. So what if this man before you is attractive? Marriages must be built on more, and Hans has already given you more. His looks shouldn’t—don’t—matter to you at all.
“Not as of yet,”you reply to the cowboy, “but soon. May I help you, sir?”
He fixes you with an intense gaze. Up close, you see thick, dark lashes framing even darker eyes—the color of which, you realize, is as black as fresh-turned soil.
The smell of humus fills your memory, powerfully earthy and fresh, such that you could be on your hands and knees with your face to the ground right now. You feel the phantom of it between your fingers; rich and cool, like at the start of the planting season before the rains. So dark and fine as to live between the grooves of your fingertips for days.
“I’m Kyle Garrick,” he says, pressing a hand to his chest. “I’m a wrangler for Hans König, miss. He sent me to meet you.”
You blink. The fantasy you’d dreamed up on the train ride—of seeing Hans across the platform, recognizing him instantly, and running into his arms—finally crumbles into dust.
“Oh,” you say.
Kyle Garrick frowns. “You’re disappointed.”
“No!” you exclaim immediately. “No, he must be such a busy man, I couldn’t expect him to drop everything for me.”
The cowboy sucks his lips between his teeth, studying you for a heartbeat, then—“He is busy. Mr. König is finishing preparations for your wedding this evening. That’s why he couldn’t come.”
What disappointment had begun to sprout in your stomach immediately strangles down to the root. Joy surges in your chest like birds taking flight.
“A wedding!”
You didn’t need a wedding, you’d written to him—you were so happy merely to marry him, you couldn’t possibly ask for more. All you needed, you told him, were his hands in yours, promising before God to be your husband for the rest of your lives. You’d meant it, too.
But an actual wedding!
“Biggest the town’s seen in years,” says Kyle Garrick. “Folks haven’t talked about anything else for weeks.”
“Oh!” Then suddenly you despair. “Oh, I’m not dressed at all for a wedding. If I’d known, I would’ve worked on this dress more, I would’ve put my hair up better!”
Kyle surprises you with sudden passion. “You look perfect. You’re the prettiest thing that’s ever come into this train station, miss. This town, even.”
“Oh,” you say again. You flush hot up into the roots of your hair. Embarrassed, you avert your gaze, looking down at his worn roper boots. “I’m not, really. But it’s kind of you to say.”
His hand touches yours, the one holding onto your carpetbag. When you look back up at him, his expression is gentler.
“Mr. König will agree with me,” he says, “I promise.” He eases the handle from your grasp. Up close, he has a comforting smell. Leather, and sweet hay, and campfire smoke.
“You think so?” you ask, tightening your grasp on the letters in your other hand.
He nods. “I do. Now come on—I brought a cart. Let me take you home.”
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mxiaogod · 2 years ago
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— 15. [FANTOMĂ] GHOST / SIMON RILEY  X FEM! AFAB READER
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WARNING : MANHANDLING, DEGRADATION, PRAISE, FEAR PLAY, DOUBLE PENETRATION, KNIFE PLAY, BONDAGE, SPIT PLAY, MASK KINK, IMPACT PLAY, OVERSTIMULATION, BLOOD, PRIMAL PLAY, SIZE KINK, DARK CONTENT! NSFW, (DNI IF YOU AREN’T 18+)
A/N : The story will be substantially altered, and certain portions may not be linked to the original lore of COD. I do not play the game, nor am I educated in the military field; this is simply self indulgent. ALL OF THIS ARE A WORK OF FICTION AND IS LABELED AS DARK CONTENT, PROCEED WITH CAUTION.
And a big thank you for 342 followers.💐
— Ghosts are a tale, a haunting narrative; some may find them symbolic, but they are essentially a mental construct; some may believe in them, while others do not. They are terrifying, instilling fear in the hearts of those who cross them.
Your trembling fingers grasp the firm soil beneath you, gripping it with might. The thumping of your heart synchronizes with the heaves of your chest, under your nails are caked with dirt, twigs and dead leaves entangling with your hair. You’ve been running for what felt like hours now, you’ve fallen and got back on the soles of your bare feet more times than you can count, your frail fingers grazing the tender bruises trailing down your thighs as you  try to ignore the constant throbbing in your skull.
A twig snapping causes your head to snap up, wintry wands, waved by nature's hand, take on a bold black silhouette in silvery air; a sob caught in your throat. You get up by the palms of your hands, sliding your back up against the tree as you run, tears blurring your vision by the sheer fear that has its grip in your heart. Multiple debris has dug into your foot but you paid no attention. Through the dance of fog, the  twirl of mist, a small, cozy cabin sits atop of firm land, big enough to play cat and mouse with whoever is running after you. You immediately seek shelter, your frail body slamming the aging, oak door. You slam it shut, pushing an old book case to block the door with whatever strength you had left.
You grab ahold of the ends of your dress, wet from the rain and caked with mud, wringing it with your hands. You start to look around, a measly wooden chair and table sits on the corner, spotlighted by the moonlight, book shelves after book shelves that are littered with rubbish. Your feet thud against the wooden floor as you near the lone desk. A wall of newspapers, pages torn from magazines and books are slacked onto the peeling walls. You grab one that piqued your interest, ripping it off the wall and reading it with trembling fingers.
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As you take in the information, a prickling sensation by your nape alerts your senses, tears brimming your eyes as your gut drops. The paper crinkled in your hand as you fell to your knees. “No, no, no!” 
“Found you.” Strong arms held you by your armpits, lifting you into the air. A scream tore from your throat, pain spiraling up to your spine by being slammed onto a shelf. “Fuck! What do you want from me, please let me go!-” You were interrupted by a pointer finger touching your cold lips, “Shh” he said. You finally had the courage to open your eyes, widening as you were faced with a man bigger than you, his face concealed in a skull mask, eyes blown with primality. Your mind, hazed from previous events, is confused by the calmness emanating from him, but the danger was overpowering.
Your whimpers subside as tears lick the flesh of your cheeks. He brings you into the bathroom, tying your arms to the shower head with a crimson rope he picked up on the way.
He steps back and admires his work as your chest heaves from the intakes of air, nervousness and fear wrapping it hands and gripping your throat, along with your heart.
"What did I say, hm?" He inquires gently, his deep voice rumbling deep within his chest. He's so large that you had to bend your head back to face him. As a display of defiance, you shake your head and purse your lips.
“I asked you a question, love.” He repeats, “To- To stop roaming these forests.” you respond, voice steadying. “Right, and you didn’t listen.” you can’t help but feel ashamed for defying him at his disappointed tone. “You said I can’t be here because there are dangerous people around, but you’re lying, I haven’t seen anyone around, except you.” 
“Exactly.” His tone is gruff as he tears your dress off down the middle, ridding you of clothes except your underwear. You gasp and cross your leg, tugging your arms down in an attempt to cover yourself.
“You look so beautiful like this, all filthy and afraid.” As his fingers caress the apple of your cheeks. You flinch from his touch, turning your face to the side. “You scared of me love?” he says, almost humorously. “Isn’t that the reason you come here, everynight? To come see me? Because you know you’ll only get that fear you crave from me.” 
“Does it make you wet, knowing that people fear me? Knowing that you’re the only one who has gotten close enough?” He chastises, “Your curiosity will get you in danger, my love.” Your stomach caves, thighs pressing together as you try to resist the nature of your very being. You tried, tried to resist the chase, the thrill, the fear that this man has brought to you, but it had gotten so addicting, so inhabitable to the point you live and breath for it.
You tell yourself that it’s wrong, so wrong to be living like this, living with threats behind, chasing after you but you couldn’t resist the temptation, couldn’t stay away from him, so raw and untouched. 
His face had gotten closer, you could feel his hot breath on your cheek through his balaclava, your lips part open as you welcome all the ugly parts of him, all the sick and twisted elements that you’re willing to take from him, and he knows that with how you bare yourself to him, like an offering to a god. “Please.” One word was enough for him to kiss your lips through his mask, your hips immediately rutting against his thigh. “I’m going to fuck you til’ sunrise.”
His big hands grip the plush of your hips, helping you to tilt your hips back and forth in his thick thighs until he sees you forming a wet spot on his combat pants. “Look at that, grinding on my thigh like a little slut. My little slut.” He moves high thigh away, and you give him a desperate whine in return. 
A sharp, glinting metal trails from your sternum, to your hips, a sharp cry escaping from your lips as it digs through skin, just light enough to leave a scar. The knife moves to the side of your hips, tearing through the thin fabric of your underwear, baring your swollen cunt to him. 
He circles your clit with the rubber handle of his knife, spelling his name, you couldn't decipher it with your hazy mind, pleasure rolling off in waves. He trails it back up your torso, your slick sticking to your skin. “Spit on it.” He instructs and you do, sticking out your tongue and letting your saliva drip into the handle while maintaining eye contact. Your arousal and your saliva mix together as he inserts the handle into your cunt, your legs automatically widening to welcome his assault. “Feel so good” you moan through heaving breaths, he smiles under his skull mask, kneeling down on his knees as he lifts half of his mask, exposing his red lips, parted open and wet with his saliva as he sucks your clit into his hot mouth. You throw your head back, hips gyrating on his face as the knife pumps in and out of you, his hands that grips the sharp end of the knife, digging into it, his crimson blood trailing down his forearm dripping down his elbow onto the bathroom floor. Your eyebrows knit and your eyes close in pleasure, your hips shaking from the stimulation. He spits into your clit as he rubs it with his other hand, his eye trained on your face, there’s nothing he loves more than seeing your face contort with pleasure.
“Look down so you can see how I’m on my knees for you, bleeding and desperate to taste you, look and cum for me.” He stated firmly, you trail your eyes down and meet him and it was a sight you’ll never forget, pleasure climbs up your spine, coursing through your veins, consuming you whole.
“That’s it, scream for me, sounds so beautiful.” You come down from your high, head lolling to the side. He nips and sucks you clean until he’s satisfied, “That’s my good pussy, yes it is.” He coos. . 
He stands back up, throwing his knife to the side as he turns you around, the rope twisting harder into your wrist as you wail in pain. His combat boots kick your left feet to the side, widening your legs for him. He grabs ahold of your waist, his other hand pressing down your lower back, arching you beautifully.
He presses his hips into your bare ass, humping and thrusting as he releases groans beside your ear, you bite your lips as you thrust back, his movements getting harsher and harsher until you hear him zip his pants down, hurriedly taking his cock out.
You look back at him, stroking his cock, standing tall with his tip swollen and dripping with pre cum, veins bulging as he grabs himself at the base, his hips rutting into his palm. “Please- want it so bad.” You plead, throwing your ass back onto his hips as he catches it with his palm, steadying you as he guides the head in. “Fuck-”
“Does that feel good?” He asks as he pulls out, and thrust back in. “Oh I bet it does.” He pants as he thrusts his hips, making you take the entirety of his length. A beaded chain, wraps around your thighs, his hand curling against it as you feel it embed into your skin, the chain dangles as he fucks into you, his dog tag.
“Fuck, it’s too much, can’t anymore-” as your hands push his pelvic back.  
Smack!
“You’ll take it because I said so.” He said, thrusting harder, tilting his hips as he repeatedly hits your g-spot. “This is for doing a good job.” He whispers, wet lips ghosting the shell of your ear. You feel him spit into his hands, his thumb circling your puckered hole as he inserts it inch by inch, “And this is for being a good girl.”
“Gonna cum, gonna cum-” You warn as your head falls back onto his shoulder, he lifts both your legs up, lifting you as he continues to chase his high, his cock bulging out your stomach.
“So good love, so good, fuck, cum with me- now.” His ragged moan beside your ear pushed you to the edge, pussy clenching on his girthy length. His hot cum fills your pussy, your eyes rolling back, saliva dripping into the side of your mouth from the immense pleasure.
You feel your arms loosen, as he unties the rope that binds your hand. 
“Care for a bath?” He whispers, rubbing his warm hands on your lower back as he carries you bridal style.
“What’s your name, Ghost? Will you tell me?” You ask, doe eyes pleading.
Your eyes snaps open, jaw trembling from the cry forming inside your throat. You feel your hips itch as you scratch, your scar making an appearance.
S.R
Etched into the skin of your hips, your hair sticking to your neck from the sweat. You dreamt of him again.
But that’s all he ever was, a figment of your imagination, haunting your dreams, instilling fear into your heart.
A ghost, Fantomă.
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broken-glass-puppet · 1 year ago
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Ok so can i request Cod men being down bad for The dilf male reader? I'm sure they all got daddy issues so- it's can be a full fic or just a headcanon I'm ok with anything
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We all in this account have daddy issues, any ways (it's a bit SPICY soooooo)
Captain price
He's DOWN BAD like us
He's polite and a gentleman but seeing you with your kids/taking care of kids just makes his heart melt, he loves seeing you being like a father figure to children
You are taller than him and that TURNS HIM ON A LOT, look, my man is a pillow princess and no I don't care what everyone says, HE IS
will flirt with you just so hear you chuckle with that deep sexy voice of yours, call him "sweetheart" "babe" "big guy" and he is in love
Imagine if price flirted and you are just like "oh yeah? Wanna say that again big boy?" Getting really close to him
Simon 'ghost' Riley
At first he doesn't admit he is attracted to you BUT god damn you look good in a plain white t-shirt with shorts doing breakfast
If you are in the military he will stare at your butt, thighs and chest plus you are older than him and that is attractive to him
If you aren't in the military, you two probably meet at a cafe or pub, and when he discovers you have or take care of children he thinks it's adorable
His childhood was SHIT, so seeing you worrying about those kids, his heart started to feel warm
Hug him, press your chest against his face while you stroke his head while whispering "good boy Simon" or praise in general
Jhon 'soap' McTavish
Puppy, a total puppy
He's energetic but also serious and smart, and not many people give him credit by that so, after a mission you went and ruffled his hair and slid your hand to the back of his neck "good job out there McTavish, keep being a good boy ey?" You smiled softly
He falled right there, he nodded giving you puppy eyes
One time in particular he was like putting his harness in his thighs and he was having problem so you grabbed his waist and helped him "stay still" you finished and brushed his sides and smiled "good boy Jhonny"
PRAISE KINK
everytime you touch him, he melts
Gaz
He likes looking at you, he thinks your age your height and size is attractive, he is a big guy fan
In one of the missions he has a injured leg and you carried him to the HQ in BRIDE STYLE IN FRONT OF EVERYONE
And when you are patching his wounds and he whimpers from the pain "shhh you are doing so good gaz, such a good boy" and he almost fainted
He loves playing with your hands, they are bigger than his own and they are rough but gentle at the same time and he LOVES IT
He's in his middles 30's so you are older than him and he is so turned on when he sees you doing traditional dad things, you in an apron? Bedroom, you wearing a suit? Bedroom, you in a swimsuit? Y'all know what I mean
Alejandro Vargas
He thinks of you as a friend, even as a brother from another mother but when he sees you in your uniform, he had to control himself to not grabb your pecs and take you there in front of everyone
When he wants your attention will grab your belt and pull you closer, smirking at your flustered face
Once you too started, fooling around, he will grab your body, arm, waist, ass, pecs, everything
Once he sees you playing with kids or animals he almost grabbed you to take things to the couch wink wink
He's shorter than you and when he wants to look at you he grabs your collar and pulse your face closer
Rudy (MY MAN <3)
Flustered, blushed even
He likes you for you, your height, size and age its a plus but one things he loves even more than your personality is
Your arms
You are like a giant teddy bear, when no one is looking he will pull you for a hug, excuse it's he had a rough time in a mission
Nah
He wants to feel your GIANT ARMS AROUND HIM
You would break him like a twig and he will be thankful
"here's the reports for you [redacted]" You smiled and patted his head "thank you Rudy, you are so good" and he is so flustered
Thank y'all for the cod requests
Fell free to send more :D
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bandagewastern · 3 months ago
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- req by @phillygraves
- philip graves from cod discord layout
_ ꒰۪۪ ᩧ ͡ ͡ ◞𓈒 F2U with credit AND Reblogs ^o^𓂃◟ ͜ ᐩ ་།
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inurspiderwebs · 2 years ago
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simon ghost riley layouts if possible please? ^___^
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_ > 💣 MODERN WARFARE . •
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broken-glass-puppet · 1 year ago
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Ok now write Cod men being jealous because dilf reader is pay all his attention on the new dog he got and almost forgot about cod men what will they do or say to get the dilf reader attention on them again??? (I know that i request one already but i can't help myself your writing is so Fun to read I'm sorry 😭)
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You wish is my command also I LOVE THAT PICTURE, HOW DID YOU KNOW I LOVED SHARKS?!!
Captain price
At first he's jealous but then he starts to look at you like a husband looks at his spouse, and he is still jealous so he comes from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and started kissing your neck, trying to catch your attention, whispering things in your ear and one of them flustered you so much "I can be your pup if you want" he teased kissing your neck
Simon ghost Riley
Simon has a German shepherd so when he sees you playing with another pup he is a bit Jealous...just a bit...okay he is extremely jealous, he knows it isn't the dogs fault so he just simply gets closer to you and leans against you so he can get your attention and now he has your attention again
Jhon 'soap' McTavish
He is annoyed that you aren't giving him attention so he just goes up to you and kisses you softly, you are surprised by that so you look at him and smirk "where you Jealous because I was calling someone else my puppy huh? Do you want me to call you a good boy?" And he is so flustered by that
Gaz
Not that jealous actually he just goes up at you and starts playing with the dog too, so you can be close, he likes being around you and he isn't that jealous actually
König
He is a dog person so he could go so he can play with the puppy too, he scratch the puppy's ears and pets him, he is great with kids and also animals, but you of course can't stop calling him pet names like "good boy" or "sweet boy" he loves it, he likes Felling vulnerable and small
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v1x3n · 7 months ago
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pls helppppp!!! i need those nsfw anime banners/ headers for my text series and idk where to find them 🙁🙁
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nit0filia · 2 years ago
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𝐂𝐨𝐃 𝐌𝐖𝟐(𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐) ⸻ Soαp & Ghost 「Iᥴoᥒs/Hᥱᥲdᥱrs」
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satanlyedit · 2 years ago
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MARA, COD.
If used, please give credits to my Tumblr or Twitter @sxtanly where you can ask for an edit. I answer faster there than here. A thousand apologies to everyone but due to health problems I disappeared.
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lakritze-is-mid · 9 months ago
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About me
hi, I’m Jester :) I’m new here! I’m an adult!
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im trans 🏳️‍⚧️, german 🇩🇪 and an anti-fascist. Punch ‘em Nazis!
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ghostofaman · 1 year ago
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H͓̽𝑬𝑵𝑹𝒀 𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙰𝙽
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𝙆𝙀𝙀𝙋 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙊𝘿 𝙄𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐.
𝙔𝙊𝙐’𝙇𝙇 𝙉𝙀𝙀𝘿 ᴇ͟ᴠ͟ᴇ͟ʀ͟ʏ͟ ͟ᴅ͟ʀ͟ᴏ͟ᴘ͟.
𝒎𝒅𝒏𝒊; adult writer.
canon/non-canon portrayal.
multiverse/crossover/oc friendly.
fake/parody.
deaddove.
#𝕊ℙ𝔸ℂ𝔼𝔹𝔸𝕄𝔹𝕝
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the ghost ˙ ⊹
⠀⠀⠀⠀ this portrayal of ghost is twenty-nine years old, is a pansexual male, and goes by he/him pronouns. he is six foot tall and of muscular build. his real name is henry lorcán and he is originally from ireland. after growing up on dangerous, crime-filled streets, he decided to join the military and eventually climbed the ranks with his skilful gunmanship, marksmanship, high intelligence, and expertise (amongst other things) to become a lieutenant.
the lieutenant ˙ ⊹
⠀⠀⠀⠀ mun goes by the tag spacebambi, is twenty-seven years old, and goes by she/her pronouns. mun is new to character, but has played COD: MW2 and COD: Ghosts.
⠀⠀⠀⠀ detailed and descriptive replies of varied writing lengths. the use of fonts will be present at times too. if this is an issue for you, please flag it up with mun privately so fonts can be avoided when writing together.
credits ˙ ⊹
⠀⠀⠀⠀ credits for this account’s layout (header and profile picture) go to SPACEBAMBI from ONWITHTHESH0W ⌖ filter is ‘after the storm.’ by bobbisbird ⌖
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gremlins--motel · 2 years ago
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side blog for the spicier side of fandom life (mostly hetalia). if you are not 18+, dni!
and yes, my header is the name of another b-17. this is me you're talking to.
✈︎ grem/gremlin
✈︎ 21+
✈︎ they/he
✈︎ my shit: a-flying-fortress | gremlins-hotel (hetalia) | archaeology f jones (ask blog) | twitter | spicy twitter
my old shit: gremlinshotel (old main) | gremlins-hotel (hetalia) | archaeologyfjones v1 (original)
✈︎ tag guide: 
misc: //room service (txt) | //sugar spice and everything nice (art)
fandom: //hetalia | //cod mw2 | //top gun
characters: //alfred f. jones | //ivan braginsky | //könig | //ghost | //soap | //maverick | //iceman
ships: //rusame | //ghostkönig | //ghostsoapkönig | //icemav
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shinmiyovvi · 1 year ago
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Hello hello! Poppin in to see how you're doing!
I've been a bit absent so I've come to wrack your brain, any new updates or projects you'd want to share about??
I hope you're doing well Shin!
Hello, Spengs, hope you're doing well too 💖 This is gonna be a long read so buckle up
I did some think thonkin for a while even if my brain was already wracked when school started last week (Senior year was now being an ass on me for a freshman as myself) but anyways, enough of that. Let's jump in to what I have in mind for my projects and updates
Update: Barely hanging while trying to run this abomination of a blog with changing the blog's color, header, and tumblr website's theme while dealing with school and trying to brace myself this Saturday for my birthday as I try to accept that I am now getting older 🫠 (Also forgive me for throwing a bunch of MW content if you ever come acrossed with it)
Art Projects: Now, I am atleast trying my hardest to bring myself to draw my Cod MW oc Noemi in which I haven't quite made a proper reference sheet for her. Now that MW3 2023 was announced and will be releasing on November(?), I need to work on her new design for the sequel. I have made her MW2 2022 design and not with her MW1 2019 which is I am planning to do. Her info was still on a wip and the shipping was somehow changed? To tell you what, Noemi is turning into an oc/self insert and I am not complaining about it. Going to CoD Zombies, you thought those reference sheets of my ocs are final? No, and I hate it 🙃. There is just so many ideas of changing their outfits and I rarely even draw the Ultimis versions of them and also my other oc crew Salvatorix. I even have a lot of changes for my self insert design as well and need to work on it as soon as Christmas break comes or in Summer. I also need to add some casual outfits for my ocs for easy drawing cause I know sometimes whenever we had an art trade together, I feel like the designs are getting the best of us so I am hoping to draw their casuals to give ourselves a slack. But if you're still fine with their usual outfits then that's fine by me 💖. I'm still working on with my ocs' infos and also the Ultimis voice claims so stay tuned if I ever find a gap to my time to work on it. I will also make some references for the fic I am working on which is an oc x canon one. Lastly, I need to draw my SoE oc cause I haven't even talked or posted something about her for months now.
Fanfiction Projects: I still have 3 fics that are discontinued or still ongoing but ran out of ideas.And now we have 2 new additional fics. I've answered this from an ask from a friend of mine but I'll tell you as well. Under the Red Moon and Echoes of a Certain Past are two fics that I've planned. Under the Red Moon is an old au concept for the Primis crew but I changed the idea and use it for the lore change of the Vampire Knight and Noble Prince Au from before. Basically the story will be an oc x canon one since it focuses on Primis Nikolai and Primis Val. Echoes of a Certain Past is a fic that will be containing the past of my ocs, from Primis to Ultimis as the story will be divided into two parts, separating the two from each other. In the story, the story will be divided into four parts for each oc, starting from Val to Dragomir. If you want to know where to read them, these two stories will be posted here, Ao3, and in Wattpad but I'm still undecided to post in Wattpad since I've already made their cover pages of the two stories but let's see how these two will unfold. I may be a bit rusty when it comes to writing but I will try my best to make you all entertain as I will also try to research more and more about my ocs so atleast I could add up the historical vibes of it even if there will be also inaccuracies so please bear with me on this.
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itsohh · 2 years ago
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HELLO I am here to inquire if using one those mw2 pastel gifs as my header is allowed (with beloved credit OFC💖) BC GODS IM OBSESSED AND THEY ARE SO DAMN CUTE I LOVE YOUR PASTEL EDITS ILYSM FOR MAKING THEM /p💖 also please keep bullying ace my pathetic meow meow it’s funny 👀☕️
Oh course hun! Go for it, thanks a bunch for asking (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤ (hehe if ace didn't want to be bullied he shouldn't be so damn bullyible)
I had a bunch of fun making these and I'm glad you enjoy em!
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cybercherryz · 2 years ago
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current request list
(in no particular order)
euroasian wolf doodle
sebastian (ranfren) everything
soap (mw2) fashion board
tubbo (dsmp) icons, header and neopronouns
soap (mw2) self care kit
carl grimes (from the walking dead) moodboard
the world machine (oneshot) stimboard
viren (The Dragon Prince) moodboard
red (everhood) aesthetic
pearl (steven universe) recipe list and snack box
neopronouns for carcassgender
micheal (ranfren) stimmboard
mono (little nightmares) stimboard and doodle
mike wheeler stimboard
Fly Minetti (LISA: The Painful) stimboard and moodboard
eggbug (rain world) stimboard
steven universe doodle
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