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Not y'all tagging your shit as 141 [with a fussy wife, for example]—only to immediately exclude Gaz with the lame excuse of "He didn't fit the vibe".

Bitch, be honest and write 141 [with a fussy wife (except Gaz, because he's POC)].

Alternatively, just write CoD men with a fussy wife. Is that really so hard?

Jesus Christ. The fandom is doooooomed.

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hi! i wrote the 141 fic and i just wanted to address this with as much grace as possible. I am half Black.

I didn't include Gaz in my fic because I don’t know him, that is LITERALLY it. My entire exposure to COD comes from Tumblr. I genuinely had NO FUCKING IDEA Gaz was part of 141. I thought he was like König or Keegan, who pop up in other parts of the fandom.

I KNEW THE OTHER THREE WERE A PART OF IT FROM CLIPS ONLINE (IE. GHOAP INTERACTIONS) AND OTHER TUMBLR FICS.

To accuse ME (black woman) of racism for that is not only unfair, it's harmful. your supporters have been bullying the fuck out of me and i've had to delete anon submissions and block people.

i'm not going to include someone just for the sake of optics, esp if I can't write them well. there are tons of other gaz writers. was i wrong in tagging my post 141 men? sure! did i know gaz was in 141? no. i know nothing about him. i would not do him any justice.

in the nicest way possible, i can write who i write. my blog is self indulgent and i write who i know best. gaz is SUPER HOT, yes, BUT i wasn't particularly inspired to write him in this particular scenario. just as i wouldn't write someone like bruce banner from the avengers in an "avengers men with a fussy wife" fic bc idk anything about him. i dont think people would get on my case if i did that, if it makes sense?

and i would love to learn more about gaz, but i'm not obligated to write about him. getting on your blog to spread a false narrative to your followers is kind of unkind, especially due to your big following. but i just wanted you to know i'm not some white girl with an agenda.

hope that cleared everything up! :) xx

I wanna say first and foremost, my intention was not to send people to spread hate, bully or maliciously attack you and in no way do I condone that. Especially since I myself am a fully black women. That’s my fault in every way and I should’ve been more careful with my wording and should watch myself because of my following moving forward. Im sorry.

Secondly, I do understand only knowing cod characters via fics and edits on this app/tiktok and it’s not anyone’s job to have to look everyone up when you get interested in one singular character. You also don’t have the obligation to write every character known to man in every drabble/fic. That’s fine.

The conversation to be had though would be about exclusion and micro aggressions.

I’m not expecting you to know the ins and out of cod fandom especially when I see you do write for different fandoms (as do I). But exclusion towards Gaz on this app and in edits and the like, is a major issue in the fandom because of his race. And it’s probably a reason you didn’t know Gaz was apart of the 141. This is something that happens to many characters that look like you and me (black people).

And yes, I see (and again I apologize) that excluding Gaz was not your habitual intention. And sure, not all characters fit a certain scenarios.

But you not realizing Gaz was apart of the 141 was a micro aggression in itself, that’s what micro aggressions are.

The unconscious actions. 

The unconsciousness of excluding ppl who look like you and me just because of our skin color, facial structure and builds, the constant need to make black ppl look like aggressors even we don’t do anything wrong, being “scared” of black ppl having “too much” fun.

And those who are white, those are POC and those who are even half black, tend to do it a lot. Same thing with black men and colorism and how it’s ingrained in society’s culture. It’s done Unconsciously. (Not all the time tho) And I’m definitely sure for the white/poc ppl who follow me, it flew over their heads. They just see racism and that’s surface level. Yes, maybe that’s on me for not explaining it further. But that’s something that me and you have to live with till the day we die. And you should understand that.

Lastly, I want to reiterate, I know you did not mean it. I know you don’t have to write for Gaz if you don’t want to. I know Gaz doesn’t fit for some scenarios, same way that Soap doesn’t or Price doesn’t.

But I am saying to watch your actions towards ppl who look like you and me because they pan out at the end of the day.

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Can the people get more deer!reader and Jon Snow drabbles/headcanons🙏?

Loved the first/introductory post 🫶🫶🫶

posted some headcanons just for you angelface!

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jon snow and deer!reader headcannons bc why not!

warnings: fluff, nsfw content. yall think jon snow eats it through the panties?

if it were anyone else, she’s as quiet as a mouse. but when she’s with him, those lips do not stop moving for a second. i guess it comes with her being more comfortable and feeling safer around him, but that girl can talk. most importantly she liked taking to him.

and he listened, very well. it could be in the middle of the night, and he’d sit and listen to whatever it was that she talked about as he got them both ready for bed. a little grunt of acknowledgement here and there, occasionally breaking down or further expanding on something she was curious about. whether it be something new sam taught her, or simply babbling nonsense, he listens, always. and never made her feel bad about talking too much.

the first few weeks after he found her, she did not leave his side. if he was at his desk reading letters and signing things off, she was perched right next to him. everywhere he went, she went. she’d live in his skin if she could do that.

she had a habit of watching him sleep, especially after his resurrection. it gave her some sort of comfort, in a way. knowing that he was still there, breathing, where she could feel him, it eased a lot of her anxiety.

she’s actually so sweet and friendly when you meet her. once she got a little more comfortable in her surroundings and started to actually talk to other people without him by her side, she was a delight!

his personal healer. he had a cut? she took care of it. he was in pain? she found a way to fix it and make it all better. and it worked everytime.

you can always tell she spends all her time with him, because she started picking up on all of his mannerisms, especially his facial expressions. every scowl she made had jon written all over it. you hear her say the most outrageous thing ever? she most likely was repeating what she heard him say.

whatever he says goes. and she doesn’t question it, she goes right along with it. “jon said i can’t do that”. “wait, why don’t we like him?”

since she has a true talent for embroidery, she was the one stitching his clothes most of the time. she’d find any rips and tears, or holes and spends her time repairing them so they were all brand new.

she likes to argue, a lot. and they argued over literally anything. if she folded his clothes one way and he went and folded it another way, boom another argument. one of rare times too really see her being anything other than sweet and shy. never lasts long though, cause when he actually started to get angry all it took was a look and she shut the ass right on up.

very curious about his…body, their bodies. forgive her, these were the first times in her life that she was seeing somebody other than her self naked. they’ll take a bath together and she’d sit there and stare at the large muscles of his arm and compare how big it was to hers. or she’d stare his chest and compare his chest to hers. or when they laid together, she point to how different scars and ask how he got each of them.

nsfw-ish

pussy slaps.

she was a maiden when they first met…enough said.

surprisingly enough, they don’t have sex a lot. they only ever have sex when she initiates it. every intimate moment they shared was on her terms. while he may be the dominate one in every aspect of their relationship, he always listens to her, and values her comfort and wishes. so if she wasn’t in the mood to have sex, they won’t have sex. he’d be completely fine not having sex if she wasn’t comfortable with it, he was just glad to be with her.

see, pre death jon would be a little on the fence about being rough in the bed. this was a man who barely knew a thing about women as it is, so he would do what he thought was safest. slow, gentle, constantly watching her face and her body to see if she were hurting or uncomfortable, the man just wanted to make you feel good.

now post death jon….👅👅👅👅. that man knew how to lay it down. the most elite position was on your back. i’m talking laid out on the bed, the floor, his desk, legs pinned back to your shoulders, his dick hitting you deep. it was his favorite sight, watching his dick fuck you with long, deep strokes, absolutely stretching you’re already puffy pussy.

in my head, he’s not much of a talker, cause he could show you better than he could tell you. but when he’s caught up in how it feels to have your perfect pussy clenching around his dick…👅👅👅. hand gripping your hair tight, holding your head up and forcing you to watch how you just swallow him up. “look at her, taking me so well.”

mister man was a true eater. from the front, from the back, from the side, that man ate pussy like it was his last meal. moaning like a man starved. and it didn’t matter the occasion. you were upset? lift up that dress. you were sleepy but needed a little extra push to really put you to sleep? say no more, his head was under that nightgown with the quickness. he loved eating pussy!

he knew that body like the back of his hand. he knew what she needed when she needed it. it was like a superpower, sweet baby never went unsatisfied, and never would as long as he was around!

the sweetest aftercare ever. nine times out of ten she was already knocked out before he even got a chance to do anything, but still. sometimes he didn’t stay in bed after, but he made sure you were good before he left. wiped you down real good, made sure your body was covered and warm beneath the furs. he’d leave some water on the nightstand and kissed your forehead, your shoulders, letting them linger before he left you to sleep and slipped out of the room.

other times, when he was feeling extra sentimental, he’d cradle you in his arms, his calloused finger gently traces over the features of your face as you slept. holding you extra tight, like it was his last. his big hand rubbing the softest circles on your back, or gently massaging your legs to help with the stiffness and soreness in the morning.

then he would finally close his eyes as all that adrenaline finally left his body and he’d sleep right with you, the only place he ever wanted to be.

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was this too freak out? i think i need that though.

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She look so cute being fussed at by Smoke

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plug!smoke x nerdy!black!fem!reader

She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose for the fifth time, heart jackhammering like it always did when he came through the door. Elijah “Smoke” Moore — with the thick chains, the matching attitude, the scent of tobacco and Dior — moved through her tidy little apartment like he owned the place.

Hell, he probably did — rent was always mysteriously “taken care of” before the first.

She sat cross-legged on the couch, oversized hoodie swallowing her frame, highlighter-pink fuzzy socks peeking out. A textbook lay open in her lap, filled with notes so neat they could be printed. She looked like the embodiment of academic anxiety and innocent routines.

And he… didn’t.

Gold teeth flashed when he smirked at her, shutting the door behind him with his usual casual weight. Gun still tucked in his waistband, designer jacket draped off one shoulder, cigar pressed between his lips. She didn’t understand it — him. Not really.

“I just… I mean, I don’t get it,” she blurted, looking up at him from behind thick glasses. Her voice came out small, nervous. “Why are you even here, Smoke? You could be with— I don’t know, someone cooler. I’m just… me.”

He raised a brow, pulling the cigar from his mouth and letting the smoke curl lazy through the air. “What, ‘cause you like comic books and color-code your flashcards?” he said, voice a low drawl as he moved to stand over her. “That’s why I’m here, mama.”

She blinked, confused.

“‘Cause you soft. You sweet. You mine.”

He kneeled down, bringing his rough, ring-clad fingers to her calf, brushing those pink socks like they were silk. “All them girls out there wanna be seen. Loud. All that extra. But you? You don’t even know how pretty you are. That shit drive me crazy.”

Her face burned.

“You come in here smellin’ like books and vanilla lotion, mouth runnin’ ‘bout your midterms—meanwhile I just came from movin’ weight, and all I can think about is gettin’ back to you.” He tapped her textbook, voice softer now. “You don’t gotta understand it. Just let it happen.”

And she did. She soaked it in like sunlight on skin — the way he kissed her temple before kissing her mouth, the way he picked her up like nothing and sat her in his lap even when she squirmed shyly. The way he called her his princess when he tucked a stack of bills into her pencil case without a word.

She was still soft-spoken. Still unsure. Still didn’t feel like she fit in his world.

But when he curled his arm around her waist and pressed his lips to her throat, whispering “my lil genius,”

She didn’t question it anymore.

@cursed-carmine for the dividers.

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deer!reader

was found by jon beyond the wall, running from god knows what. nobody knows who she is, where she comes from, all they know is that she was jon’s, end of discussion.

the most timid princess in the world. hates loud noises and yelling. hates the cold, hates when jon even gets the slightest bit upset with her. very sensitive, a little too sensitive. always looking to jon for guidance and direction. literally the only man she’s ever known. “jon said i can’t do that.”

the sweetest ever. tries to be helpful when she can. doesn’t like feeling useless which is why jon lets her help with certain things. very curious, the smartest girl in the world.

but in the same breath can be a very bratty and defiant woman when she needs to be. doesn’t like being told no, doesn’t like people who are rude to her because she’ll be even ruder in retaliation. will absolutely argue with her man from sun up to sundown, especially when he does something that makes her upset. can hold a grudge i tell you.

insanely good at embroidery. an insane sweet tooth. loves animals. ghost’s bestest friend. very gullible and easily entertained. physical touch, words of affirmation, quality time. the anxious to jon’s avoidant. though he leans more secure when they’re together.

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mean dadbf!jon with his polar opposite gf who had attached herself to him the moment he found her because he was the closest thing to safety and security that she ever had. he made a promise to protect her and keep her safe. and even after he died, and was no longer the man he used to be but instead this meaner, stricter, angrier version of himself who took control, she stayed with him and went along with it because he was the only man she ever knew.

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they should've been at the club :(

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and when i start ranting about jon snow then what?

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need

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grumpy dadbf!jason who only agreed to go to this party for two hours and ended up staying the entire night instead, because he just didn’t have the heart to kill the immense joy that was radiating off of you as you were three glasses deep into a bottle of taylor port and having the time of your life with your friends. now you were at home, drunk as hell, all up under his ass in the middle of the bed, drunkenly asking daddy why he let you stay so long, he only agreed two hours!

“cause you were having fun, baby.” he spoke softly, his eyes trained on the tv playing princess and the frog, your request, one hand gently rubbing your back gently, trying to lull your drunk ass to sleep. “and i had fun seeing you have fun. no big deal.” and you knew to leave it at that and not question him anymore. because absolutely nothing was a big deal to him when it came to his angel.

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i’m thinking so many dad bf thoughts, i’m about to just start spewing shit

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dadbf! frank who’s an absolute yes man when it comes to you….until you ask to see his guns.

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grumpy dadbf!jason who just came home from murking criminals all day, and yet finds the tiniest amount of patience to sit there and watch his pretty girl twirl around and show him all of the new dresses she bought for the summer.

“you look beautiful, baby. daddy loves all of them.” he’d say softly, knowing damn well all he wanted to do was sleep, but you were happy, and as long as his baby was happy, his number one priority was to do whatever it took to keep it that way.