#Cod Laswell x gn reader

[youronlydarlin]

warning: Horny meemaw and peepaw taking turns on you, Miss Laswell fucking ur mouth with a strap on, me being horny

Hngghhh. Jus' imagine being tag teamed by Captain John Price n' Miss Laswell.

You're kneeling. Mouth making quick work of the fake cock in your mouth. Miss Laswell's strap, to be clear. She sits like a king on a throne, the top buttons of her shirt's undone, giving you a peek at her lacey blue bra.

She's on a call. One hand resting on your head while the other steadies the phone. She speaks so calmly, no one would suspect her of doing anything unprofessional on the other line. As if she hasn't got you choking around her cock.

You try your best to muffle any pathetic sound that would escape you. Not wanting to embarrass Miss Laswell on what looks to be quite an important chat she's having. But unlike your efforts at keeping silent, there's someone behind you seemingly not caring for being inaudible.

Your Captain drills his hips into you like a piston. Rough hands holding onto your thighs and using them as leverage to hit that one spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back. The sounds of skin slapping skin echoes about in the room, and you're worried that it might be heard by whoever's calling. But Miss Laswell doesn't seem to mind. Content on jus' running her hands through your hair.

John speeds up his thrusts. He's close, you guess. You involuntary clench at the euphoric sensation of his fat cock stretching you impossibly wide, and all of a sudden he's coming undone. Loosing his rhythm and slamming his hips so fast, and so hard you're sent forward.

You feel him fill you to the brim. And it makes you gag around Miss Laswell's cock. Your pretty fucked up face sends her over the edge, and within a second she's gripping your hair and fucking your throat like she owns it. Like she owns you. She sets the phone down, laying it abandoned on some random corner he couldn't give a shit about. And you see how she spams with pleasure. The material of the strap rubs against her clit, slowly driving her towards release.

She cums soon after. Chest heaving as she eyes John who's carefully pulling out of you. His cum leaks out of you, creating a mess on the floor. He's just as disheveled as you are.

But she notices something.

"Oh. You haven't cum yet, have you, sweetheart..? Say. How about you bend over the desk, and me, and John will switch places?.."

"Deal...?"

a/n: UGHHHHH save me Miss Laswell 😩. M' so incredibly horny. Send in your thoughts so we could both be horny together. But I hope you liked this, my loves! Have a wonderful day/night!

Yours, truly,

–dolly

[lovethetasteofnothing]

Halloween headcanons - TF 141 + Valeria + Farah

includes: valeria garza, farah karim, kate laswell, simon "ghost" riley, captain john price, johnny "soap" mactavish, kyle "gaz" garrick

gn!reader, except for Laswell x fem!reader (argue w the wall), female pet names

warnings: horny behaviour if you squint, like very little; mentioned consumption of alcohol; mentions of violence (light); the rest is pure fluff

word count: 2.4k words, roughly 350 per character

Valeria Garza

you asked her to go Halloween shopping since you wanted to decorate

got everything you laid eyes on

you had to stop her from buying three plastic skeletons because you joked about having an army of them in your backyard as decorations

she'll use her enemies bodies instead

doesn't let you put out candy on the porch, the last thing she needs is little kids coming up to her door and being loud

buys you bags of candy instead

regrets it because you get a sugar rush after eating a whole bowl

now she has a hyperactive toddler running around, spewing out random facts she found on YouTube

would make you try Mexican candy, definitely sneaks something spicy in there if your spice tolerance isn't high

"Que pasa? Can't handle the heat, muñequita?"

you hold a grudge for the rest of the night (she'll make you forget about it when she gets you in bed dw)

refuses to dress up, will punish you if you try and get a costume on her

will fold if you ask her to have matching costumes with her, still won't do it because she's "a grown woman"

takes candid photos of you in your cute little costume tho, she'll probably make one of them her background if she figures out how to

forces her men to dress up in whatever you want just to entertain you, they don't dare complain about it

the guards at your door are now dressed in Eminem and Christina Aguilera (don't ask me why)

will force you to have a scary movie marathon with her

laughs at you when you get scared and cling to her, literally calls you a crybaby and bullies you for being a scaredy cat

will snuggle you and kiss your forehead afterwards

"it's okay, mi vida, I'll protect you"

ordered her personal chef to make you Halloween themed cookies

practically folds when she sees your reaction

you get another sugar rush and she regrets everything (worth seeing your cute face and hearing your happy squeal)

Farah Karim

will plan your matching couple costumes since june

helps you thrift/craft yours and constantly compliments how you look in it

would definitely buy a ton of candy to give out to little kids trick-or-treating

is so happy when she sees their little costumes, practically heals her inner child

she has baby fever now, you have to remind her she can't get you pregnant

is searching up adoption details at 3 am after you fall asleep

helps you decorate, would definitely let you decorate since August just to see your cute face light up

adds more decorations every time she sees something you'd like and buys it

you made her watch Halloween movies with you

she judges everyone's decisions and logic

starts spewing an escape plan 5 times better and doesn't stop until she finishes it

is confused when you flinch at the scary scenes since she had seen it coming from a mile away

not surprised when you try to make sweet treats but you pull out questionable goop out of the oven

"i told you that's too much butter"

helps (pushes you to the side and only lets you crack an egg) you make an edible batch instead

lets you decorate them, you manage to make two piping bags explode before she takes over again

she hides the cookies before you get a sugar rush and/or a tummy ache

is confused as to how you found them and got both a sugar rush and a tummy ache

scolds you like a mom before taking care of you

you fall asleep in her arms on the couch, Friday the 13th playing in the background

she tucks you in bed and kisses your forehead before going to look up how to adopt a devil child

Kate Laswell x fem!reader

isn't the biggest fan of Halloween but she'd play along with you, she just wants to see you enjoying yourself

mom!Laswell would dress up at your request so you guys can have family costumes, melts at how cute you and your kid/s look together

but if it is just you and her she'd refuse

similar to Valeria, she says she's too old to dress up in silly costumes

the slightest hint of a smirk on her lips if you decided to wear a sexy costume before she rolls her eyes

proud mom smile while she takes candids of you in your cute little outfit, handing out candy to kids

so concerned when she hears about carving pumpkins

keeps a very very sharp eye on you, she doesn't want to go to the ER on halloween

helps you out when you get stuck, groans and pushes through if she starts struggling with it too

a sigh of relief leaves her lips when you finish your arts and crafts project

"it looks scary, darling" no it doesn't, but who is she to tell you that and ruin your fun

pulls out the old decorations box from the attic and helps you buy new stuff too, makes the plan on how to decorate

brings you to the halloween themed party TF 141 is holding so you can be chaotic with them while she drinks with Price

if she doesn't feel like it she'd just stay at home with you, watching you hand out candy to kids and cracking little jokes

her heart melts

refuses to let you watch horror movies, the last time you did she had to sing you a lullaby until you fell asleep

every day for a week; she also had to buy a night light because you got a random fear of the dark afterwards

you made her check the closet too

also limits your candy intake, would steal a few from your pile every once in a while and shrug when you frowned at her

candy corn enjoyer, also licorice fan

has you wrapped up in her arms, a blanket over the both of you while she tells you scary stories/ stories from her missions instead

Simon "Ghost" Riley

doesn't need a costume, he's dressing up as himself, the mask is scary enough as is

or he'd just take off the mask and say he's dressed up as Simon Riley, you call him a party pooper

you dress up as him just because you can

doesn't know if he should be upset or flattered, he's crying in his head at how cute you look with his oversized clothes and old balaclava

that's now his favorite balaclava

swaps out his mask for a balaclava so you guys can call yourselves Ghost Team

stares at you when you carve pumpkins with his throwing knives, you're lucky you're his favorite person

pries them out of your hands before you dull the blades and he has to work with oddly shaped spoons on missions

stands concerningly still on the porch and scares little kids when they come to knock on your door (like those decorations that move yk)

lets you hand out candy and coo at the little kids while he watches from the hallway (he thinks he's sneaky, he's not)

he now too has baby fever

will not mention it but you can notice him inching closer until he stands right behind you while you give out the candy, his hand wrapped around your waist

you both finish the leftover candy while watching scary movies

he feels like a little kid again, would never fess up about it being healing for him

picks out your favorite candy and gives it to you subtly, literally just makes a little pile of it in the middle while he eats the rest

would complain about you decorating since the beginning of september

has beef with a random skeleton you put up

"he's looking at me funny, luv"

picks you up while you decorate and can't reach a spot

he'd deal with the electrical decorations for you

you make him try a pumpkin spice latte

he tries so hard to be nice about it before saying he had enough sugar for the whole year

"this is milk and sugar with an idea of what coffee is supposed to be like"

cleans up the candy wrappers after you crash, takes a sneaky picture of you sleeping with his balaclava on

takes it off gently because you'd manage to suffocate in it, before tucking you in

Captain John Price

rakes up the leaves in the yard while you decorate the outside

he has to do it again because you insist on jumping in the piles and destroying his hard work

makes you help him gather the leaves again "to teach you a lesson", you never learn

picks the leaves out of your hair and dusts you off (all smiley when he notices you were wearing his flannel jacket)

doesn't want to dress up so you say that he's already wearing a capybara costume everyday

you have to explain what a capybara is

proud dad face when he sees you wearing your costume

makes you do a twirl and takes so many pictures of you so he can keep them and look at them when on mission

helps you hand out candy to the little demons

gets upset when a kid calls him 'grandpa', you have to spend at least 15 minutes telling him that he's a dilf not that old and still very attractive

dad face™ when he sees you giggling and playing around with the little kids, needs one of his own with you now

kinda sad that his job makes it so hard for him to have a cute little family with you

falls asleep on the couch while you give out candy, probably sitting up too, a bowl of candy in his lap

plays it off by saying he was just taking a little rest, you call him 'grandpa' again to tease him

doesn't notice you had been stealing candy throughout the whole night, managing to eat about an entire bag by the end of the day

holds you in his arms and tries to contain your sugar rush

you kick him where the sun don't rise on accident and that's when he lets you get your wiggles out, poor pop

you apologize by bringing him a drink and cuddling him for the rest of the night, consistently saying "sorry" every five minutes or so

"it's alright, darlin' "

you offer to share the leftover candy with him as a peace offering, pop is now a puddle

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

definitely has a dorky costume and makes you match with him

you and him have a competition about who has the better costume, he only lets you win because you're cute

still thinks his is better but he wants cuddles tonight and can't risk it

finds dumb decorations when you go shopping with him and when you tell him to put them back he sneaks them into the basket like a little kid

you wake up with the decorations in front of your eyes at the cash register and have to pay for them now

he insists on coming up with the most horrendous decorating schemes ever known to man, you follow some of them because he's sulking atp

tries to convince you to have some kind of small explosion "for effect", you turn it down because you don't want to get sued

frowns when kids get his costume wrong, chases them (playfully ofc) around to teach them a lesson

definitely scares you with every occasion he gets, you'd literally turn the corner and he'd just jump at you

you make him watch the actually scary movies because you're a horror enthusiast

"pff i've seen worse on the field" before clinging to your arm like the scaredy cat he is

carves pumpkins with you, oddly skilled at it

he helps you when your knife gets stuck in the pumpkin and your hand hurts from trying to dislodge it

blows up his pumpkin afterwards

takes couple pics with you, the sillier the better. they're his lockscreen now, will brag about them when he goes back to work

he'd try and go trick or treating before you tell him he's too old to do that

you spend the rest of the night on the couch, finishing off the leftover candy, the both of you hyperactive

would fight you because he likes the same candy as you, he wins and steals all of it

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

you make him dress up as spider man (that one mission in MW 2019), he's on board after a bit of convincing

only accepts because you promise to be his MJ

does the spider man kiss thing with you and takes pics, definitely brags about how easy it is for him to hang like that after all of those heli crashes

does whatever TikTok trend is popular at that time with you, tries to get it perfect so you can show it off to your friends afterwards

helps you choose decorations when you're being indecisive, also buys little things he thinks you'd like to add in the meantime

he'd 100% untangle the string lights while you put them up (also keeping an eye on the chair you're standing on so you don't fall)

you do actually lose your balance but he's quick on his feet and catches you, the most cocky smirk on his lips while you're blushing and your heart is beating so fast it might explode

he'd scare you too, just so he can make fun of you. also pulls random pranks on you and hides the decorations just so you can whine and complain to him

"I told you to stop being such a ditz, love" with the most loverboy grin on his face

you send him on a last minute errand to buy candy because the two of you only got your favorite kinds and you decided to hoard them for later

compliant boy, also buys you a fall themed drink on his way back

his hand is constantly around your waist or around your shoulders while handing out candy

would ask kids what they're dressed up as and gives the ones with cool costumes extra candy

you scold him for being unfair

you both decided to do a childhood halloween movie marathon, makes you feel like you're a little kid again

trades candy with you, tries to bribe you with cuddles to give him more of yours

cuddlebug!gaz who lets you fall asleep on his lap while he watches the rest of the movie (he stole the rest of your candy, your fault for letting your guard down)

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TASK FORCE 141

୨୧ SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

୨୧ JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH

୨୧ KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK

୨୧ CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

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୨୧ VALERIA GARZA

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[callsignfate]

Text conversations with Laswell & Valeria

(I've been busy as hell, and I've only had the chance to make a few of these. I have plans to try to edit and write later.)

(I want to post some x chaotic wife later if I do get the chance)

[syoddeye]

mistaken identity

Cleaned up an old draft. Shy/introverted gn!reader goes on a blind date. ~2k words. CW: alcohol, a bad pick-up line

"Are you–?"

"Yes! And you must be–?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"So…" 

Fantastic, five seconds in, and you're flummoxed. Hard not to be with a guy like John in front of you. His eyes are mirthful, matching his smirk and posture, leaning on the bar beside your seat like he's known you forever. Like he owns the place. Confident with the charm factor set to eleven.

A brief, perfunctory glance gleans the obvious: He's fit. Roughly your age. Solid build, a face with a little facial hair, and arms accentuated by rolled sleeves. Your eyes don't dare venture southward for fear of making your checking him out conspicuous.

When your friend insisted on setting you up, you had doubts. The last two dates she orchestrated went bust. Each man was too loud or too arrogant. It didn't help she said the latest contestant was a handsome sweet talker. A banterer looking for a bit of fun due to his stressful line of work. The fact he was military gave you pause, clearly not enough since you agreed.

As usual, your friend wore down your defenses and got her way, but you swore this was her last chance. She gave you simple instructions: Sit at the bar, wear red, and he'll find you.

"I see I've kept you waitin'," He gestures to the empty tumbler.

You fiddle with the cocktail straw. "No, I just needed something to relax."

A beat slips past, and you fixate on the cardboard coaster beneath your glass. God, you're out of practice. Why did you think this was a good idea? You're a conversation killer. A lifelong introvert, historically too shy to properly date. If he's as charismatic as described, you're done for.

"Nervous?" 

Your gaze collides with his - glinting in the low light. "Yes. Have you seen yourself?"

That gets a chuckle out of him, a honeyed sound that eases the tension in your jaw and shoulders. 

He quiets, but the grin never slips. His eyes move across your face, reading your features with a laser focus you're accustomed to. "Could say the same thing to you," He murmurs before turning to greet the barkeep.

The whispered remark leaves you mildly surprised. While you miss what he orders, your empty glass vanishes with the promise of a fresh drink on the way.

"Can I?"

"Please."

He takes the empty seat, and repositions slightly to remain angled toward you. "I'm nervous, too."

Another surprise.

"You hide it better than me. Don't suppose that's uh, part of your job?" You ask, hoping his work is not entirely off-limits.

He smirks and shrugs. "S'pose it is. What I do's boring, though. Our friend said you're…an architect?"

You grin and it's your turn to laugh. Not a good listener, noted. "No, I'm a librarian."

His brow lifts, then his gaze narrows, a sheen to his eye that worries you. You've seen this look before from many men who hear 'librarian' and mentally catapult themselves into many ridiculous fantasies. You love the job, hate the creeps and the stereotypes.

"A librarian."

"You heard correctly. And no, I can't give you a reading rec, I'm, uh, off duty." 

"Shame, but understandable. Bet you've heard quite a few lines."

You glance away to thank the bartender and take the cocktail, fingers finding the new straw and giving it a quarter stir. "The good, the bad, and the ugly, yes."

"Cheers, thanks," He nods at the bartender and returns his focus, an impish smirk disappearing behind the glass. "What's the ugliest?"

A sip goes down easy, your throat already pleasantly burned by the first. It stirs your courage, giving it the giddy-up it needs. "You really want to know? It's awful."

He leans close, ducking his head and lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. Usually, it'd turn you off, a date imposing on your space this quick, but you can't tear your eyes away. Something magnetic about him.

His head dips, and his free hand beckons rapidly, "Now you're teasing. Let's hear it."

You fight the grin his whisper elicits. You make a show of it, rolling your eyes and taking a swig before you humor him and lean closer. Might as well go for it. "'I bet you can make a paperback hard.'"

He winces. "That is…Yeah, that's ugly. Someone said that to you?"

"It's terrible, right?"

"I could do worse, guarantee."

"Game on, give it your best shot."

The exchange of the most cringeworthy to filthy to hilarious pick-up lines doesn't end even after he signals the barkeep for another round. The night finally feels how you hoped it would be – spirited, lively, and honestly, you feel like a different person in a good way. After breaking the ice, he's one of the easiest people you've ever spoken to. A feat in and of itself, given your poor track record.

When he excuses himself to the lavatory, you text your friend, confirming he found you and things are going well. You set it to silent and slip it away, confident you won't need rescue tonight.

He returns, setting a hand at the top of your shoulders, letting it trail to the small of your back as he sits. You startle at the sensation. A shiver you can't decide if you like or not runs down your back. His hand instantly lifts, raising in surrender, and the smile that's looked assured all evening turns apprehensive.

"Did I misread this? Shit, apologies."

You surprise yourself. "No, no, it's fine. I just haven't…" Haven't been touched like that in ages, you privately admit. It's foolish, your reaction. "I didn't expect it."

"Yeah? How's that?"

"I don't–I don't get this kind of attention often. I don't date. I don't date a lot, that is, but it's cool if you do!" You swiftly take a drink to stop yourself. It's warm here. Was it always this warm?

A chuckle draws you back to him. "Well, don't take this the wrong way, I think you should date more," You must look at him as if he's grown a second head as he continues, "You're a riot, and you're stunning. Clever, too. Could go on, but you seem anxious, and I'd rather make you laugh and more comfortable."

Your chest tightens at the string of compliments. You could crush your glass, you think, with how you're gripping it.

"Think you should date me, specifically. Night's not over, and I want to do this again."

Oh god, you're smitten.

You open your mouth, unsure of what to say, when a lilting voice calls out over the din of the bar.

"Gaz? What're ye doin here? Said ye hated this place!"

A grinning man with a mohawk cuts through the bar. His eyes move from your date and land on you, trailing up and down. At first, it looks like he's unashamedly checking you out, but then his expression falls a fraction.

"Wait. Are ye my date? Thought ye'd be long gone by now given how late I am."

A record scratches in your head. Pause. Who's 'Gaz'? Who's this guy?

Your date turns completely toward the newcomer, mouth hanging open a moment. "Soap? I thought–No, your date's at Foxhole. You told me this morning."

"That's no' right. I've got it in m'phone right here."

While this 'Soap' thrusts a phone into your date's face, your blood runs cold. A particular bit of the conversation with your friend loops through your head.

"You're seriously not even going to give me a full name? A description beyond 'good-looking'?"

"Do you trust me or not? Look. He knows you'll be in red. That's all you need."

You pull out your phone, and your eyebrows rush to meet your hairline. Two missed calls and five messages from the last ten minutes. You swipe through and confirm: She texted to tell you that your date, the real date, was running an hour late due to work. This time, your jaw drops. You glance up to meet his eye, and whatever buzz you felt before dissolves.

"I thought–you're not John?"

"No, I'm Kyle, I assumed–"

"We spoke for forty five minutes and never asked for each other's names?!" The realization bubbles out with a peal of nervous laughter, and you clap a hand over your mouth. Was that as bad as it sounded? Or good, if you were so at ease?

A taut silence hangs between you two for a good five seconds, before you both burst into laughter.

The Scot clears his throat. "Right. Well, I'm no' so thick as tae see what's happenin' here. I'll go stir up trouble elsewhere."

"You sure?" You ask, suddenly feeling guilty. Even if this would not have happened if he'd been on time, the look on his face makes you frown.

He shakes his head, a hand over his heart. "Yer sweet, bonnie, but a man must know when to bow out."

"Thanks, mate," Kyle replies, eyes narrowed in suspicion yet paired with a smile. He claps John on the shoulder.

"Ye owe me, for stealin' such a looker."

Your lip curls, and you watch his mohawked head disappear toward the door. Alone again, you turn to your date. "You should probably check on your actual date."

"On it," He replies with another chuckle, his phone screen lighting up his face. He clicks his tongue, but he looks pleased. "It's weird, but I think they blocked me. Says 'number not found'."

"Their loss," You say quicker than you'd like, and your face heats. A strange turn of events, to be sure, yet it feels serendipitous. "I can't believe this. Were you set up?"

"Yeah, friend of mine. Blind date. Said to look for the person in red and clearly I assumed it was you. Let's start again. I'm Kyle." He offers a hand. It feels silly now, given the near hour of conversation you've shared.

You oblige him, take his hand, and give him yours. "Nice to meet you. For the second time."

Kyle's smile is warm when he repeats your name. He nods at your drinks on the bar. "Buy you another?"

"Please."

Despite the odd intermission, the rest of the evening runs smoothly. He walks you back to yours, the pace slow and meandering. You're not quite ready to invite him in, but you hope there's a next time.

"Can I be honest with you?" You chance, a block away from your place.

"'Course. Let's have it."

"You aren't the kind of man I usually pursue," You laugh when he feigns indignation. 

"Really?"

"Really. You're a good looking guy. Normally I need a few shots in me to consider talking to you. Out of my league, that's for sure."

Kyle chuckles, then gently knocks your elbow. "Once again, I could say the same thing to you."

"Oh, stop that." You mutter sheepishly before a hand hooks itself around your wrist. You half-turn to see Kyle wearing an earnest expression, and his thumb rubs a small circle beneath your palm.

"I'm serious. I know I come off as confident but truth is, I'm shit with follow through. I'd've never approached you if it wasn't for the set up. Even if it was, uh, someone else's blind date," His other hand raises as if showing he means no harm, then reaches to tug you forward by your jacket, drawing you close. "I meant what I said earlier. I want to do this again sometime. If you'll have me."

You swallow hard, throat suddenly tight. You look for any sign, any microexpression suggesting this is a dream or, worse, a joke, but find only honesty. "Yeah, okay. A second date sounds nice."

He grins and leans in, giving you plenty of time to pull away, but you meet him. The kiss is sweet, on the more chaste side of the spectrum (for your benefit, you think), and leaves you wanting more. 

At your doorstep, you get another. He waits for you to sort out your keys and get inside, but before you close the door, something that's been nibbling at you forces your head back outside.

"Kyle – who did you say your friend was? The one that set you up?"

~~

🧼: Mission accomplished. World-class performance, done and dusted. You owe me a favor.

Kate smiles smugly at the text and chucks a piece of popcorn into her mouth. Always a good feeling to watch pieces fall into place. Two birds, one stone. Her two problem children: An overly shy bookworm with a nasty habit of shooting themselves in the foot on dates, and a silver-tongued know-it-all who needed a strong push. A pair she knew would go well together if the circumstances were just right.

More messages follow.

KG: Was that other person even real?  KG: And was Soap in on it? KG: Second date's next week, btw.

Y: You sneaky, devious meddler.  Y: He's fucking perfect.

She chuckles, and the body nestled at her side shifts. "What's so funny, babe?"

"Oh, playing matchmaker."

Her wife sighs. "Kate. Not again."

[the-whispers-of-death]

So bear with me here as I build upon the Your first date with John Price post, but imagine Price gushing about you. Now this could go either two ways, but either way, he's gushing about you to Kate Laswell (payback for all of the times she gushes about her wife and makes him feel starved for love).

The first way is if we go down the route of you two got set up by a mutual friend for a blind date, then that mutual friend is Kate. His gushing about you is very early on in your relationship for this route, she asks off-handedly how your date went and he goes straight into the details about how amazing you are and he also gives her flack for not telling him you were asthmatic beforehand. You're friends with Kate in this route (obvi) because you're also a federal agent and you've worked with her on several occasions (either you're an NCIS agent who served in the military and then became asthmatic due to the gases you've accidentally inhaled during your time in the military or you're also a CIA agent like Kate and you've been asthmatic your whole life and was a regular law enforcement officer before joining the CIA). This route, Kate's extremely amused about Price's gushing, because she knows you, she knows you're amazing. That's why she set you two up!

The second route if you two met through a dating app. In my head, Kate only gets Price gushing about you later on in the relationship, and it's because she's heard from one of the boys about you after they all met you. She teases Price about not letting her meet you at the same time as the boys and asks him more about you, which starts his gushing. In the midst of his gushing, he shows her a picture of you and if we keep the fact that you're a federal agent too (either NCIS or CIA, you know the whole backstory for either), then she recognizes you. She says so to him and agrees with him that you seem like a good person. She's still extremely amused like she is in the first route, but this time it's because she's happy that John's happy.

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[newyork-institute]

Imagining a fantasy/supernatural!au where Laswell has sent TF141 into Italy to deal with mafia vampires, resurgences of domovoi in Russia.

Imagining Soap rising from the ashes after his death, not understanding why he was alone in the middle of nowhere, naked, his skin sensitive like it had been burned. Turns out he had phoenix blood in him, much to the relief of the others.

I like to imagine them working for their country and trying to root out the bad creatures that stalk and hunt in the dark. Werewolves in London turned out to be a rabied dog, a Cujo looking motherfucker who was weighed in at 250 pounds after he nearly tore Gaz's leg apart. He underwent a month of rabies treatment before being cleared for work.

I like to imagine them deciding to retire after watching an innocent creature be hauled away in handcuffs, begging, screaming, to just kill her, a shrill cry sounding in the night as Laswell had to calm the boys down.

"It's outside of our jurisdiction, John! Familiars aren't allowed in-" "That's bullshit, Kate, and you know it." "Our hands are tied."

I like to imagine Price retiring to a decent-sized coastal town, buying himself a serious fixer-upper quite a ways from town that in a little secluded part of the beach, private property allowing himself a perfect, unobstructed view of the blue waves crashing onto the white beach.

(This idea has been living in my head-rent free for months now)

Months later, after the front part of the house is renovated, Price looks out his kitchen window one morning, seeing something washed up on shore.

Imagine the shock on Price's face when he realized a mermaid was unconscious on his beach, blood surrounding a massive wound in their side from something big.

Imagine him bending down, checking to find a pulse, and feeling relieved when he found one.

Imagine him carrying them to his house, not being able to leave them there to die. He places them gently in his tub, grabs his first aid kit, and goes to work on cleaning, stitching, and bandaging the massive gash.

Imagine him hauling up gallons of ocean water to pour into the tub, noticing how dry and gray their skin was as they lay unconscious in his tub.

Imagine him sitting vigil in his bathroom, trying to keep his eyes on the creature in his tub while he did as much research as he could on mermaids. (They were thought extinct by that point, the last recorded sighting of one being in 1933.)

Imagine him doing everything he could to make sure they survived, hoping and praying they would wake up.

Imagine him waiting weeks for them to wake up, their wound seeming unable to heal, even if Price kept checking on it every couple of hours.

Imagine one night, he's unable to stand the cold, hard linoleum of the bathroom floor, deciding then to sit on the couch and keep up his research, taking notes until midnight, passing out not too long after he started a video he found on some website.

Imagine him going into the bathroom the next morning to check on the mermaid in his tub, but being met with sharp, wide eyes staring him down, their frame tense and spikes and fins covering their flesh.

Imagine them trying to figure each other out while they heals in his tub.

Imagine mermaids adoring being doted on, being bestowed gifts and being complimented.

Imagine Price, who is absolutely fascinated by their beauty as color kept creeping back into their skin as time passed, their side healing and their strength returning.

Imagine him being unable to help himself one night as they swapped stories, his hand grabbing theirs and kissing their knuckles.

Imagine the blush that rises on their face, unable to stop themself from staring openly at Price, their breath caught in their throat as he kissed up their arm, reaching their shoulder and neck.

Imagine Price nipping and biting their neck, a moan slipping past their lips.

"You are the most breath-taking thing I've ever seen in my life, love."

Imagine them pulling Price's face up, looking into his eyes and feeling their very soul quivery at the look in his eyes.

Imagine him nearly falling into the tub with how hard they pull him down into a kiss.

[luboy7rt]

How I Think COD (Farah, Alex, Laswell, Graves, and Nikolai) Characters Might Hug You

(Note: This is just what I (My headcanons) think their hugs might be like, enjoy reading!) (Platonic, romantic) (GN - Reader)

Farah Karim:

- I think Farah’s hugs are careful, and gentle of what she thinks you wouldn't mind. Carefully placing her hands on your forearm or elbow as he would pull you into a soft short hug.

- Farah would glance over your face or body to ensure you were comfortable, by checking on your facial expression or body language.

- Farah would twirl your hair or clothing between her fingers just to have something to do or she would hold your hand firmly.

- Usually, those types of hugs are a bit longer but if it was a quick hug, she would pull you in then gently push you away once it was done and she would keep moving.

- She isn't that used to physical touch but Is willing to give it as long as it's not too much, I think she could get pretty overwhelmed or antsy If it goes on too long.

- If you are taller than her, she would rest her head on your chest or shoulder and wrap her arm around your forearm to bring you closer to her heart.

- if you are shorter or around the same height so would rest her chin on your shoulder and wrap her arm around the middle of your back to do the same, so you would be chest to chest and able to feel each other's heartbeats.

- She likes to ensure during hugs that she could either 1. Hear your breathing or 2. Listen or feel your heartbeat, it simply calms her down and she is quite used to worrying over her friends or loved ones.

Alex Keller: 

- Alex's hugs are quiet and relaxing, he would let out a sigh of relief and rest his eyes.

- His cheek would gently rest on your shoulder, chest, or head. Always listening to every little thing you do or say.. He would literally melt into you.

- He would hide his face into your neck and take deep breaths, forgetting he could definitely accidentally tickle or annoy You with his facial hair.

- He would pat your head or massage the back of your neck during longer hugs.

- He likes hugging for a while.

- He likes physical contact and wouldn't mind if you were clinging to him, he would just give a big smile and not mention it even if other people ask why.

- His thumb would gently rub over your knuckles or fingers, finding doing little patterns sweet.

- He would also sway during hugs, front to back or side to side, he would maybe even hum quietly.

- This man is warm and willing to share it.

- Quick hugs are little side hugs, where he pulls you into his side and flops his head over your shoulder or head before getting back to what he is doing.

- Basically, like a weighted blanket, puts all his weight on you, his arms wrapped around your shoulders to pull you in close.

Kate Laswell: 

- Laswell hugs are quite rare, unless they were half assed friendly hello hugs. For those hugs, it would be an awkward little front hug that ends with a back pat.

- Her rare hugs would feel quite safe, her arms either wrapped around your waist or one hand on your back and the other on the back of your head.

- She wouldn't necessarily pull you into a hug, but if you went up to her and asked for one she would allow it.

- Her hands are either on your hips or the side on the sides of your stomach, I believe she would gently rub over that area or pick at the bottom of your shirt.

- She would rest her chin against your forehead if she could, if she couldn't then she wouldn't exactly lean on you.

- She would allow you to lean into her through, she wouldn't push you off if you wanted a hug.

- Not into that much PDA, small touches or short hugs are fine, but if the hug lasts too long, she would gently pry you off of her.

Nikolai: 

- His hugs are a bit ‘lazy’, hugs are usually just side hugs while walking, his arm thrown over your shoulder, loosely tugging you around.

- He would pat your shoulder or head as he would tug you along to go see his new upgrade to his helicopter. 

- He's accidentally a bit rough, tugging you somewhere, or placing you somewhere during these side hugs.

- His hugs aren't the greatest, but it's warm and tight.

- He would wrap one of his arms around your head, and pat the top of it, or pat your jaw.

- Once the hug is done, he'll push you away gently and snicker if you stumble. But he'll ensure you don't fall by grabbing your forearm.

- He's not into that much PDA but when he does touch someone, He soaks up the physical touch, bonking your head with his knuckles, or poking you annoyingly.

Phillip Graves: 

- This man does all types of hugs, his most common are side hugs or front Hugs.

- His front hugs are firmly and tight, patting your back. His arms are tightly around your torso or your back. His arms tightly wrapped around, squeezing tightly but not enough to actually hurt. 

- He would let out a sigh, and move his head around quite a bit, his jaw one moment would be digging into your head, his nose pressed against your neck, or his chin digging into your shoulder... He would keep changing it until he gets comfortable or you complain loud enough for him to get annoyed.

- He likes physical touch, his hand was always on you, your shoulder, knee, head, etc.

- He wouldn't let go, you would have to ask him to let go, and he might pretend not to hear it the first time.

- He would squeeze you and rest his hand on the back of your lower back 

- Might tickle you, just to hear your laugh or to simply annoy you, he would have a smug smirk or let out a laugh.

- He would either be very quiet or be very rambling about his day. When he's quiet he just wants to relax but when He is talking he talks a lot and it doesn't matter if you respond or not, he's willing to just keep talking.

[brokenpieces-72]

Risk

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Kyle came to pick you up. By now the two of you were buddies, with him treating you like a younger sibling. There are plenty of memes exchanged between the two of you, and you’ve tagged along with him on more than one occasion. He knows a lot about cars, and you’ve helped him work on a couple vehicles. Turns out he works at a small mechanic shop. Never overcharges people, or pulls fake expenses. Has a tendency to undercharge but sometimes gets something of equal value.

You get in the passenger seat and putting your bag in the backseat. You notice a few small things in the back. Kyle starts driving and you stretch in the seat.

“Seat belt.” He says and you put it on.

“Peach wine?” You ask. Kyle gives a half smile keeping his eyes on the road.

“She insisted on giving a whole case.” Kyle says. One of his customers was an older lady who made wine on the side. She couldn’t always cover the costs of her old run down vehicle getting repaired so Kyle settled for a bottle of her wine to cover the rest. “Gonna let Price try some and serve it at the pub.”

“Speaking of drinks, do the guys like ice tea with popping boba?” You ask.

“Don’t think so.”

“Woo!” You cheer. More for you! You sit back in your seat, watching out the window. The drive is a longer one than necessary. After some time, you notice a few landmarks out of place. You suspect someone is following you two, and Kyle is trying to get them to leave you both alone.

“Had a visitor.” You say, wanting to fill the quiet drive. “Milena Romanova.”

“The hell did she want?” Kyle says, checking his mirrors.

“Gave me an invitation to a gathering. Offered to show some of my work at open houses. Graves was there too but he got there before Milena.”

“He broke in?” Kyle asks. Graves sounded like a toxic ex.

“No, he has my spare key. He was there before I got there, I talked to Milena and then found out he was around.” You exclaim. It’s quiet in the car for a bit. The purring engine fills the silence as he mutters something checking behind him.

“I told him about the raid.” You say. If anyone would take it calmly, it was Kyle. The car feels even quieter, though. Telling Graves hadn’t been decided yet. Kyle is fidgeting a little with the wheel, staring forward. “I’m sor-“

“Don’t say sorry to me.” He says, and you can hear more in his voice. You've heard a similar tone when someone brought the wrong tires after they were late for their tire change. There’s a pause as he straightens in the seat and speeds up a little, making it through a yellow light before making a turn and then another. There’s a pause while you check the side mirror to see if anyone is still following. After a few minutes, you don’t recognize any of the vehicles that were behind you before the light.

“Price has issues with the police since Graves and what happened with Makarov. If he can avoid them he does, but right now, we need all the help we can get, and if Graves can give us the legal system we should be taking it.” Kyle says. He has a look of determination in his eyes. One you haven’t seen in him much, except for when you’d seen him go out with Price for “work” or defend someone in a fight. He glances at you while waiting at a red light.

“Graves tell you what to do?” He asks. You nod. Kyle nods as if he already knows the instructions himself. There’s another pause waiting for the light to turn green. He looks at you directly.

“Did you actually record the conversation?” Kyle asks.

“Yep.” You say smiling. “I don’t think she’s seen the work I did of her.”

Kyle is laughing as he steps on the gas, the light green now. “You should go to that gathering just to see the look on her face.”

“She’ll likely simmer down by then. Not sure if I want to go if Makarov is there.”

“He’s supposed to be there?” Kyle asks.

“Probably. I mean Milena came to my apartment and when she saw me, she tried to make the excuse that my unit was up for sale. I assume Makarov gave her my address. She even stood there waiting for me. Could've put it in my mailbox or slid it under the door. Clearly, they want me to know they can find me.”

“You don’t want to see him?” Kyle inquires, though the answer is fairly obvious. He doesn't blame you.

“I... I don't think I'm ready to face him yet. Not alone, with a crowd of people." You answer.

Kyle pulls into a parking spot not far from the safe house apartment. He carries the wine, while you haul your bag. You both walk in and find Laswell chatting with Price. You haven’t seen Laswell since meeting John Price for the first time. After putting your bag in your bedroom you come back out and make some tea. Kyle has the small crate on the kitchen counter and is getting a couple of glasses for Price and Laswell to try. You take your seat at the bar and notice a similar envelope to your own invitation.

“You got invited?” You wonder aloud. Laswell looks at you and then where you’re looking.

“You got one?” She asks. You hold it up and John’s expression changes with the lift of an eyebrow. Laswell’s eyes go to her laptop, where you see some stuff but you’re not sure what exactly it is. You don’t want to inquire either.

Kyle hands both Price and Laswell a glass of the wine. You look at Kyle and then look between the two others while they try the wine. Do you tell them about Graves? Kyle folds his arms, looks at the floor, and then back at you. He gives you a slight shrug as an answer. You can, but that “you can” is gonna be loaded.

“Graves told me to leave an anonymous tip about the raid.” You blurt out. Kyle looks away while Price and Laswell look at you. The two of them are old enough to be your parents but damn do they feel like it this moment. You look between trying to figure out whose face to settle on. You pick Laswell but she just shakes her head and returns to her laptop. Thanks, Laswell, now you’re stuck facing the giant bear that is Price. You look at him and his face says something but you don't know what it is. It’s like reading a book highlighted with a black sharpie.

“I can call him off, tell him not to.” You say, wanting to back out of the whole thing.

“Tell who?” Johnny asks coming out of the hall. When did he get here?

“Tell Graves not to be at the raid.” You blurt out again. Johnny was reaching for the fridge until he stopped and gave you the same expression as John. Seriously how did they do that? That is impressively coordinated. You try looking to Kyle, hoping he'll weigh in. Nope. Kyle is not even making eye contact with you just looking at the ground. There is tension and you hate it.

“I’ll tell him not to.” You say breaking eye contact with them and staring down at the counter top.

“Send the tip.” John says, biting back some annoyance. “At the very least Graves can keep the damage down and focus on Makarov’s men.”

You didn’t realize you were holding breath until Price finished talking. Johnny goes back to the fridge, letting the tension die out.

“This is home made?” Price asks Kyle who finally looks up from the floor as if he were never trying to hide from the conversation.

“Yeah.” Kyle says. You eye Soap while the two continue talking and he’s distracted. You both know the risks that could come, and the differing amount of trust you both have in Graves. Time would tell.

“If you’re going to that gathering, you probably shouldn’t go in ripped jeans and a hoodie.” Laswell comments the next day. She’d come back to the hideout fairly early. Thinking about it, you can’t recall her leaving, since you went to bed early. You woke up, got dressed and came out to find her remaking the pot of coffee.

“Not sure I want to go.” You reply checking to see what in the fridge was still edible. You find some left over chicken, but the stray could have that after feeding her kits. You find a protein bar, and settle, sitting up on the counter.

“Because of Makarov?” She asks. You shrug, but she’s right. You never met the man face to face but if he was enough to make everyone treat him like the plague you were hardly eager to shake his hand.

“Makarov is a smart man, he won’t do anything to you when you’re there.” She says.

“You don’t know that.” You counter, rubbing your arm. Laswell notices you tugging on your sleeve. She lets the coffee brew while standing in front of you. Laswell holds out her hand and you already know what she wants. You offer your wrist and pull the sleeve back showing the fairly nasty bruise. It is healing but hasn’t by much.

Kate looks up at you while you’re focused on the bruise. You’d been in gun fights before. Someone grabbing your wrist and squeezing until you bruised was an experience you had no interest in repeating. At least not like that. Nolan had found you again and grabbed at you. He tried dragging you to a car but your quick thinking to bite his wrist got him off. It left you with the taste of his blood in your mouth and an impression on your skin. You’d kept it to yourself though.

“What happened?” Kate asks. Her voice is calm, likely not the first time this has happened. She isn't demanding an answer. You tell her and she listens. No scolding or shaming you for not saying anything or not doing something more. You almost wish she would because at times you feel like a kid in this group. You expect her to say you did your best and it’s not your fault. Kate doesn’t though. Instead, she tugs the sleeve back down.

“Good work. You may not be able to get him arrested but he won’t forget the bite anytime soon.” She says. You smile, feeling a little proud of yourself.

“If you can do this, then I think you can handle Makarov. Especially since I’ll be there as with officer Alex.” Kate says.

“You think I should go?” You ask.

“You don’t have to, but if you want… it would give you a chance to see some very humorous reactions to your work,” Kate says taking a sip of newly poured coffee.

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[harveywritings92]

[Laswell showing R/n how to make her party punch.]

R/n: Alright, I mixed the bowl what else do we need?

Laswell: Okay, now that we got our Jelly ice shapes, berries and juice mixed we’re going to need two shots of Vodka.

{Laswell takes a vodka bottle out from the fridge and pours half the bottle in, R/n shoots a look of disbelief at Price and Laswell’s wife they just nod.]

[imaginesheaven]

Bar Owner!Reader x TF 141 - Part II

Friendship Headcanons

Warning: Cursing as always, a little bit of angst, mentions of injuries

 You thought your story with Task Force 141 is over? Nah, when you think everything is perfectly alright, life throws stones into your path.

Just a few weeks after the attack on you the team wants to enjoy a calm evening in their all-time favorite bar. They stand in front of closed doors. The bar has never been closed for an evening before. A mixture of dread and anxiety crashes like a wave over the men.

Not even Laswell could get a grip on you. It’s like a hole opened up and swallowed you and Cougar whole. They days drag on and the whole team could feel the tense atmosphere your disappearance left them with.

“John! I know you are concerned, but there is literally nothing I can do. I wish I could, but if (Y/N) disappears there is no trace left”, Kate is worried herself even if she knows you are able to take care of yourself just fine.

“You know more than you tell us, Laswell”, Ghost crosses his arms in front of his chest. The whole team bugs her for days now. “I just can tell you what you read in (Y/N)’s file. If I could do something I would do it without thinking twice about it.”

Price lets out a brief unhappy chuckle, “That file is literally 99.9% classified. I know exactly the same as before.” Laswell waves her hand ending the conversation sending them out of her office.

Kate rubs her temples in pure helplessness. She knows you survived way more dangerous situations but still. The past you two share binds you together and she deeply cares for you.

The team tries to stay positive, but every day that passes it gets harder and harder. Until one evening you actually come back.

All of them enter the dark debriefing room. The presence of someone else in the room stops the men dead in their tracks. “Please, keep the lights off, boys”, your soft voice breaks the sharp silence. The whole Task Force 141 lets out a breath in unison. There are a million questions burning on their tongues.

“I know you deserve an explanation, but I don’t have the time right now”, they can barely see your silhouette in the darkness. You are not sure how you will survive the next few days and you wanted to see them maybe for the last time… as much you can see them in the dark of course.

“It’s unfair yet I need to ask you for a favor. Cougar has been through enough already. Please, take care of him while I’m gone”, they can hear your clothes rustling as you put something on the table, “Give Laswell the patch. She will explain everything. Stay safe, boys.”

“Wait!”, Soap exclaims as Gaz switches on the lights. The debriefing room sits empty in front of them and underneath the table sleeps Cougar peacefully. The poor dog is not aware of your disappearance once again.

Soap crouches down to pet his soft fur. Gaz rubs his eyes still in disbelief, “How the bloody hell did (Y/N) get out of the room?” Price takes the patch with the Russian flag in his hand. Looks like it has been ripped from a jacket or uniform.

“We never knew the real (Y/N), huh?”, Ghost lets out a deep sigh worry glances in his usually cold eyes. “No, but Laswell apparently”, John gets out his phone to ring her immediately. They need answers. Now.

Laswell meets them at your bar. Of course, she has a spare key to use. She needs to tell them everything she knows, but not without a good drink in her hands. The team comes through the door. The pain in their eyes visible to be here without you by their side.

Cougar trots over to Kate happily wagging his tail, “Hey, buddy. You are all grown up now.” Price takes the glass full of whiskey from the counter downing it in one swallow, “Tell us everything, Laswell.”

Kate thinks back fondly at all the memories she made with you, “(Y/N) served in the Special Forces in the British Army for a few years. That’s also actually where we met. We did a ton of missions together and I always could count on (Y/N). The British Government needed someone like (Y/N) for special tasks.”

“You don’t want to say that (Y/N) was an assassin for the Government?”, Ghost understands immediately what Kate wants to tell them without spelling it out.

“Well, believe it or not. I can’t tell you much, because all of (Y/N)’s work is classified, but I’m pretty sure there are over 300 targets that got taken out. The last mission went terribly wrong like on the level of “Russian military is after you”-wrong. (Y/N) got a new identity from the Government and opened up this bar”, Laswell takes a look around the room.

She remembers as if it was yesterday how happy you were to open the bar. A domestic life. Something you have never experience before. So, literally a dream came true for you.

“(Y/N) loves the military. Never did something else. No wonder the bar is so close to the next military base. The patch with the Russian flag you mentioned is probably from an assassin sent from the Russian military to kill (Y/N). Like I know my old friend (Y/N) is currently hunting them down one by one until this whole situation is sorted out”, Kate pats Cougar on his head.

Price leans back in his chair thinking how to help you out. “Why can’t we do anything? (Y/N) was part of the British military”, Gaz can’t wrap his head around the fact they won’t do anything to protect you.

“(Y/N) has a lot of allies in the military of almost every country. There are a lot of powerful people that still owe (Y/N) a favor, but that’s not the problem. (Y/N) doesn’t want the help if it brings other people in danger. I know it’s hard to accept yet we can’t do anything. We have to wait for (Y/N) to come back”, Laswell finishes her drink.

Cougar looks at her with his big brown puppy eyes. Kate remembers the day she got the dog for you after you opened the bar. You have raged not wanting to take care of someone else than yourself, but his puppy eyes brought you to his knees. You love this dog more than you care for your own life. She doesn’t tell the team about this particular memory. It is her very own and not necessary to be shared.

“Look, I care for (Y/N) as much as you all do. I know you are like a family. Everything that’s good in my life is connected to (Y/N). I would do everything. Literally everything, but I can’t”, Kate takes out a cigarette she desperately needs.

She tells them the truth. You got her this job. You got her connections in the military. You played matchmaker for Kate and her wife. You saved her life multiple times. Kate Laswell owns you so much.

Without a word Soap stands up from his place to make his way towards the jukebox. He plays a certain song he knows that would drive you mad if you would have been here. Soap stands in front of the machine trying to hide the tears in his eyes. Everything has been said and done.

So, like Kate mentioned they all wait for your return day by day.

“I really don’t want to go into the bar without (Y/N)”, Gaz mumbles under his breath. Price puts a hand on Kyle’s shoulder, “Me neither, but Laswell wants to talk to us.” They enter the bar not knowing what would wait for them.

“Hey, boys! The usual?”, your voice drowns out all the other sounds of the rather busy bar. They can’t believe their eyes nor their ears. There you are standing behind the counter like nothing ever has happened. Only a few bruises on your face show what you have been up to the last weeks.

Soap and Gaz break into a run to wrap you up in their arms. Laughing you enjoy their love blinking away the tears of joy. Johnny makes a straight beeline towards the jukebox, but this time you are more than happy to be tortured with one song over and over again. Gaz makes himself comfortable behind the counter serving himself drinks and chatting with Kick, your bartender.

Price is the next one to wrap you up in his arms. He almost can feel how the weight of worry and literally fear falls of his shoulders, “Good to see you still alive.” Laughing you push him away playfully, “That’s my line, John. You are all the reckless soldiers.” Bloody hell, John just realizes how much he has missed you.

Ghost stands there trying to keep his coolness. You give him a soft smile knowing he is not the one for physical touch. To your surprise he breaks his trance wrapping you up in his arms for a brief moment, “Please, never do this again, (Y/N).” Smiling you reply winking at him, “Promised. It wasn’t really fun to be honest.”

Cougar waited patiently for his turn to be cuddled wiggling his tail. “Hey, buddy”, you give him all the scratches and belly rubs you missed the past few weeks. Smiling you take a look at the picture in front of you. Gaz and Soap bickering about their last darts game. Price and Kate sharing stories and drinking. Ghost judges everyone silently like always.

Your own little family.

  Bonus:

“You really like (Y/N), huh?”, Kate can see how the soldier looks at you from afar when he thinks no one watches him. “I think you should tell (Y/N) what you feel. Could be the start of something amazing.”

Laswell playing matchmaker between you and one of the soldier from Task Force 141. Loves to see how the grown and tough man starts squirming in your presence like a teenager boy being in love for the first time. 

This is going to be interesting...

Thank you all for your lovely messages and ideas! I am so glad to be in this amazing community! Stay the way you are, because you are perfect :)

For all the romantic lovers, there will be a third part with romantic headcanons. It just didn’t fit in here.

 Every single time I see this video I think of Cougar! It is literally perfection!

Look at this cute doggo:

https://www.tiktok.com/@reathespicymal/video/7202079701437910314

 Tag list: @ apathetickun (I know you wanted to be tagged for the romantic one, but I want to share this with you too :)))

@grimdestination @flyingmushroomss @ abbiesxox adding those who wanted to be tagged :)

[cerise-on-top]

hello dere :3

i know u write for Laswell now !! Hooray !!!!

would u be able to write a little chucklenut about Laswell with a CIA s/o?

Like, she met her wife (she has a wife, cannonically) through the rookie years of her job, and like .. their first date was a shooting range or smth. and theyre both mama bears because i said so.

Hope ur doing well!!!!! Stay silly 👽

Hey there! I know she has a wife, I did write some HCs about how she met her wife a while ago, actually! And even back then, I HCed her wife to be CIA! However, I don’t write fem!readers, and I refuse to write a male!reader for Laswell as well, so I’m only taking gn!reader requests for her! So yeah, because I’m stupid and it’s unclear for me, whether or not this was intended to be fem!reader, I wrote it, just with a gn!reader! But please keep in mind that I don’t write fem!readers ^^; And I also don’t like writing about children, so I’m not sure I can do the “mama bears” thing justice either ^^;

Laswell with a CIA!S/O

I can see it. Although I think going to a shooting range wouldn’t be Laswell’s most ideal first date, the idea likely must have come from you. Certainly, there are more romantic things to do than shoot at a shooting range. You could have gone to a park and had a picnic there. But however could she say no to you of all people? Shooting range it was. Laswell has good aim. Scarily good aim. I do believe that every single bullet would be a hit. And if you’re struggling to hit anything at all? She’d smile and give you directions on how to have better aim. And if that still doesn’t help? She’ll do the thing where she walks up from behind, holds your hands as you hold the gun, and helps you aim. If that’s the only time you get a proper headshot, then she’ll chuckle. But considering you’re CIA too, she can likely count on you to hit a target if you need to. She loves you and does rely on you to do your job well too. In the end, she’ll likely have a lot of fun. I do believe she’ll try to be chivalrous and pay for the meal you’re having once you’re done at the shooting range. Though, she’s still gonna try to convince you to go to the park with her. She loves parks. Maybe next time you could go to a museum? She also loves museums!

Regarding you being CIA: Naturally, she’ll spend more time with you than anyone else at work, if she can help it. Lots of small gifts here and there, offering to do some of your work if she can to give you some time to rest. Those sorts of things. Laswell isn’t a touchy woman at all, but she still likes to be affectionate with you. To everyone else, it’s blatantly obvious that there’s at least something going on between you and her, but no one is quite sure if you’re dating or if the two of you just have a massive crush on each other. Laswell believes that no one needs to know about that. And if you don’t tell anyone then likely no one is ever going to find out either. If you’re on a mission together then her eyes are likely going to be on you as often as she can without compromising the mission. Lots of light banter with her while she also tells you everything you need to know about your surroundings. I think she doesn’t want to give up her position as Watcher that easily, she does like it. But she will be in contact with you more than anyone else. Or maybe you could have a group conversation as well. She doesn’t mind someone like Price knowing about you. In fact, she probably only tells him and Nikolai about you since they’re all very close friends, who trust each other. She does hope you’ll get along with them as well, they’re important people in her life. As important as you.

[lovethetasteofnothing]

You have a thing for accents, they find out/ you have an accent - TF 141, Los Vaqueros + Farah + Valeria + Alex

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includes: captain price, simon "ghost" riley, kyle "gaz" garrick, johnny "soap" mactavish, kate laswell, farah karim, alex keller, alejandro vargas, rodolfo "rudy" parra, valeria garza (everyone getting fed today; yes the boys get their smutty content too)

gn!reader, except for laswell x fem!reader (she's a lesbian, argue w the wall), fem terms of endearment

warnings: nsfw content, dirty talk (like a lot), degradation kink, praise kink (yes, you get both) reader has a tendecy to repeat words they like the sound of (pretty much copies the way they say it bc it sounds nice), multiple themes idk what i'm talking about atp

word count: 2.5k+, aprox. 250 words/ character

enjoy <3

Captain John Price

he doesn't notice it at first, he just thinks you're smiling because his dad jokes are good

you say he sounds like a regular British dad at a football match (yes, football, I'm European too)

it makes his day because if he hadn't joined the military he would have probably been one by now

you call him Bravo 0-6 sometimes, you say it in his accent because why wouldn't you

repeating his favorite phrases from missions that he brags about because you think it's cute

insert cute Price smiley face here when he hears you(bc i love it so much)

you asked him for wa-ah once, he still isn't over it

you call him a lad/old man if his accent becomes really prominent

but you can't help the way his words make your heart race and the way he says them...

your underwear is sopping wet, your honor!

you freeze up and blush when he pulls off the filthiest sentence in a British accent

when he starts talking dirty during sex you can't help but moan louder/twitch/squeeze around him

that's when he figures it out

it kind of just connects in his brain and he uses it to his advantage

"look at the way you're taking me so good, princess"

will not let you live, constantly teases you about it

he'd call you 'princess' and 'duckling'

you quack at him if you're reallly feeling silly

recorded you doing it once, his favorite video of you by far

Simon "Ghost" Riley

you call him posh just to annoy him

gives you the hardest side eye of your entire life and you take it back

you tell him the Queen died and he doesn't have to keep the act up when he really pushes it (he calls you a tosser)

insert one of his dad jokes in here

you only laugh because you love him and your humor is broken

probably uses 'bloody' on the regular; calls you 'luv' and 'pet" 100%

like that man could just pull out a "What in the bloody hell did you just do, pet?" and you'd turn back time to make him happy

calls you his princess. emphasis on 'his" because it's never missing

definitely also the type of person to just copy whatever you said if he likes the way it sounds

when you're arguing, you just copy the phrases he said as arguments

good that the mask hides his smile or he'd always lose

loves the fact that you use terms of endearment in your native language for him (for my multilingual babes)

struggles to learn your native language but still tries

listens in on your conversations just so he can learn it better

upset when he can't learn bc his job doesn't give him enough time

turns into a big softie if you scold him in it

you record phone calls and save voice notes so you can listen to them while he's gone on missions

just the sound of his voice is so hot comforting

dirty talker supreme! i feel like he'd praise you more but there's a hint of degradation

just like a sparkle and he'd ask you five times beforehand if it's okay with you

you can't help it when your brain goes blank, the sound of his voice filling up every single corner of your mind (his dick does the same)

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

you also call him posh

actually pulls out a posh accent to egg you on

you're both laughing so hard by the end of it

pulls out the most British of British sentences and leaves you shocked because the only word you understood was 'and'

clap because that's impressive

loves your accent if you have one

makes you say a word three times because he's fucking head over heels for the way your voice sounds

dirty talk champ!

but only when he feels like it

makes you beg for him to do it because he thinks you look cute on your knees so pouty

"my love, look at you getting all wet just from the sound of my voice. isn't that cute?"

his laugh!!

makes you laugh too even if nothing is funny

sends you long voice notes with how his day went or cuddles you on the couch while doing it

and you just sit and nod while listening, not saying a word

not because you're bored but because you love listening to the way he emphasizes certain words

type of boyfriend to send you a podcast of a debrief of his activities

he does it while coming back from missions even though his voice is so tired

and it just makes your heart skip a beat because it tingles your brain in the right spot

groggy morning voice, his accent all over the place, stumbling over his words because he got home late last night and barely slept

mumbles incoherent compliments? confessions? before you kiss him and make him get more rest

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

literally pulls out the most Scottish sentence out of his ass

and you fold for some reason???

he's confused because he's used to Ghost telling him to speak English but you just nod along

you also ask him to translate because you don't understand

you pick up some of the phrases he likes to say and use them around your friends before you realize they won't understand

you try to decipher his accent sometimes

you either nod along even though you don't understand and hope you don't need the context

or you ask him to use less Scottish terminology/tone down his accent

you'd repeat certain phrases he says, out loud when doing random things

it melts his heart

he'd say the funniest joke ever and laugh at it for 10 minutes before realizing you didn't understand him

he explains it, you laugh because you don't want to hurt his feelings (it was a dad joke)

giggled a little the first time he talked dirty, you were flustered already and couldn't hold it back

you make him send you voice notes/ call you when you're masturbating now

his fucking pleasure tbh, has to hide from his team so they don't hear him spewing the filthiest shit known to man

someone caught him once, he said he was talking to his mom

Gaz is now confused as to why he would use 'cunt' in a conversation with his mom

starts saying his Scottish lover's speech and you mumble parts of it because you already know it by heart

you actually start saying it with him at some point

Kate Laswell

really concerned? but also not surprised that you have an accent/voice kink

like wdym call you 'her angel' again because you need to hear the way she says it

pulls out American mom slang on you

you call her mommy as a joke, it wasn't a joke

she catches on because it's not the first time you did it but doesn't say anything about it

understands people with heavy accents like almost perfectly

"i have to"

would pick up little words in your native language

you would also pick up her mom monologue

so when soap does something dumb and you start scolding him like Laswell would you're a little shocked

she'd be somewhere nearby and hear you, little proud smile on her lips

you have to explain whatever slang you're using to her

finally understands what gaz and soap say afterwards

i dont think she'd be big on dirty talk

so when it slips out once, you stare at her in confusion before processing her words

you beg her to do it more often

literally sitting on her lap while she does her paperwork (surprising that she even let you do that)

and you whisper sweet nothings in her ear, trying to convince her to take a break and relax

"come on, hun, you know I can't do that. people depend on me" in that cute concerned tone of hers <3 <3

pulls out the filthiest flirting tactics known to man when a little drunk

"how about you sit there and look pretty for me?" and you do

she pulls you in her car and fingers you until you're screaming while whispering about how cute you sound

it changes your brain chemistry

Farah Karim

disappointed but not surprised

she feeds into your kink thing just because she can

catches you staring in awe when she speaks in Arabic, finds it adorable

lowkey find the way she talks mesmerizing

like you can listen to her voice and watch the way she gesticulates for hours on end

has that leader/public speaker charisma to her that gets you hooked

barks orders at you because she forgets she's not on mission

apologizes immediately because you're her baby and she feels bad about it

also scolds you in Arabic before translating

bilingual queen chastises you in two languages because you did something dumb

but you die inside whenever she praises you

"my good girl, you did well" like yes ma'am, yes you did and you'll do it again if it means you can hear those words coming out of her mouth again

tries to do dirty talk but fails miserably (her face is too serious istg)

makes you un-horny not because it's that bad but because you're laughing so hard for like 10 minutes, you have to comfort her afterwards bc she's sulking not amused

you just weren't used to it

asks Alex for tips on how to improve (she's really sacrificing her dignity for you)

decided to use her new skills when you were close to climaxing because you'd probably be too dazed to care at that point

you weren't, you still remember her words to this day

you play back every single filthy thing she ever said when you masturbate

Alex Keller

our American boy™

you make him do the college bro accent

you both end up laughing on the floor because you joined in and made it funnier

pure chaos ensues

if you have an accent he'd look at you with the most lovestruck eyes

literally grinning ear to ear if you speak in your native language, this man is the biggest simp known to exist

wants to hear jokes in your native language even though they make no sense when translated

he can mimick some British slang/ can say some words in a British accent

you tell him to stick to his American English because he's hurting your ears

you mimick him lovingly when he uses really American phrases/ his accent becomes really white boy™ from the USA

he flirts in frat boy sometimes but it's Alex so you find it cute

another dirty talk champ!

like his voice is so smooth and soothing while he says it. his face is just unbothered, maybe a little smirk under his mustache

"such a sweet angel, already soaking for my dick, hm?"

insert ocean cosplay here

I feel like he'd mimick Siri and be on point

also reads you books while you try to sleep, his voice really does wonders whenever you have insomia

you make him record himself reading so you can listen to it on repeat while he's on duty

Valeria Garza

she figures it out in the first week of dating you

you still don't understand how she did it, you weren't that obvious

she said Chicago once (literally went feral over cartel mommy)

it plays on loop in your mind at random times and you have to ask her to say it again so it stops, she refuses sometimes just to see you suffer

you also copy her facial expressions and her gestures when you repeat something she says

lowkey impressed by how spot on you are, thinks of ways to use it for her own benefit

teaches you Spanish!!! she'd do it herself and give you hw while she's gone on business trips

she'd bend you over her lap and spank you for every question you got wrong

speaks whole dialogues with you in Spanish just to encourage you to learn, would not translate if you didn't understand (her lap looking hella empty rn)

so happy when you can finally understand most of her sentences but doesn't show it, just praises you

"Qué bonito... que bien ahí. Well done" (iykyk, I watch that scene religiously)

Spanglish all the way when she's fucking you

She'd just slide her strap in and degrade you

"Such a greedy slut for me. Aren't you, muñequita?" she wouldn't move until you confirmed it with words

"Eres una chica tan patética" (google translate pulls through until i actually learn Spanish)

she started arguing in Spanish with you at some point, you got wet

she had to stop when she noticed you were looking at her like that

Alejandro Vargas

literally frat boy flirting archetype

but he's so nice and you can't help giggling when he calls you those cute nicknames in Spanish

you start calling him Vaquero because really look at him, tell me he wouldn't be a ranch hand if he weren't in the military

spews out the most toe curling, smutty sentences in Spanish because he knows you don't understand

literally only does it so he can see your cute confused face

would also teach you Spanish

had a period of time when he would refuse to use English with you because you needed to learn

he stopped when you cried in frustration (literally lasted 3 hours)

big simp if you have an accent

just smiles while you talk and when you ask him why he just shrugs

learns random cute phrases in your first language and says them while you least expect it

you had to stop for a second and take it in before blushing

you sometimes share one singular multilingual braincell

when neither of you can remember the word in English or in any other language

the toaster is now officially the bread torch

figures out you have a thing for accents when you keep talking about how nice he sounds while speaking Spanish

it's being used against you

"Eres un cachorro tan guarro~

makes fun of you because you listen to his voice notes on repeat sometimes

he caught you doing it once and now he brings it up biweekly

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

my fav vaquero (sorry Alejandro) bc he's just so sweet

literally praises everything you do, bonus points if it's in Spanish

makes your heart beat so fast

if you get mad he'd wrap his arms around you while trying to calm you down

"Calma, bebé. Take it easy"

and it works? like the moment you hear his voice and his gentle words you're calm again

there's something tranquil about the way he says stuff

mostly uses Spanish right after waking up

gruffy voice + him whispering sweet nothings in your ear

and you understand most of it because he took his sweet time to teach you

corrects you in the sweetest way possible

so happy when you learned how to roll your Rs

begs you to say it again because it makes his heart flutter

soft dom who loves to praise you even if you're being a brat

"Ah mi princesita, you're being so cute right now. " while he's pinning you down and pressing kisses to your whole body

literally kills you with kindness

like you're really going to be a brat after he calls you all those sweet names???

literally giggling and moaning at the same time because you're flustered

like this man is really telling you he loves you while he's balls deep in you

struggles to learn your native language

powers through tho

stumbles on his words and you help him out (that cute boy smile on his face when he gets it right)

rarely yells but when he does...

he got mad at someone over the phone and you overheard him

changes your brain structure

and then he picks you up to complain about it, his annoyed voice literally fueling scenarios to your brain

[nocturnesmoon]

Masterlist: The Divine Violence

(Main Masterlist) (Read on Ao3) (Inspired Playlist)

Fandom: Call of Duty

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" Mactavish x GN!Reader "Tags are for your health, not mine, read carefully"

Tags: Angst, Hurt/comfort, polyamory, pre-established relationship between Simon and Johnny, Childhood friends to strangers to friends to lovers, military inaccuracies(I'm just making shit up at this point, deal with it), flashback heavy(?), Suggestive themes

TW: Heavy religious trauma(Christianity centred), Religious fanatics, themes of indoctrination and people doing bad things in the name of religion, Grooming, PTSD, Hallucinations, Panic Attacks, Paranoia, (Reader has severe undiagnosed mental issues), Torture, Graphic descriptions, Sexual assault, Child abuse, Toxic relationships, Child death, Drug use, Suicide and depictions of it, Self harming behaviour, Obsessive thoughts, Disturbing imagery (Please tell me if I missed anything at all)

Summary: When the 141 is assigned to go take down a resurgent cult, Laswell calls in a last resort. Someone who knows exactly what kind of fanatic group the 141 is looking for, and how to deal with it. So what, if they're technically supposed to be dead, and has a complicated past with a certain masked lieutenant, it's just work, right?

A/N: This is my first time doing a series, so bear with me, I'm doing my best out here :))

Chapter 1: The Wandering Fool

Chapter 2: Arachnophobia

Chapter 3: Ghosts Of The Past

[ofherpinkways]

Glitches

(guess who changed her theme lol -🧸🩰🤍)

Slight self aware for these beautiful mofos (with my own personal take on it)

Nah I'm starting think they genuinely are becoming aware (because everything down below has happened to me at least once)

But imagine them purposely glitching out all your other games or parts of your gaming console?

Let's say you were playing GtaV and they messing with radio so you couldn't listen to the music

Or if you were play it's campaign right at end of important mission suddenly they crash your game completely booting out to your consoles home screen

All that time spent trying rid that five start wanted level after dying multiple as you already restarted the mission tree times before?

Of course you got frustrated and decided to abandon the game all together for the night and move onto cod instead

Or about while playing Mortal Kombat so home odd reason no matter what level you set the games you keep losing all the matches even if the combos ?

How after you just finished making a nice ass house in the Sims only the game to crash right before you were gonna save the game?

All the work gone to complete waste

They don't just stop at fucking up your other games soon they start going after your streaming services

Had shitty at work and your only way of escape was watching your favorite comfort show or movie ?

Guess what? Netflix keeps buffering and the wifi is working perfectly so it's not a problem with the internet (writing this one because quite literally no matter what my Paramount won't play Scream 3 :-:)

After about twenty minutes of going through buffering hell hole . You have no choice but to move onto your next set of comfort characters and play cod instead of watching anything

Yes they'll feel bad about crashing all your other favorite games or shutting down any other entertainment apps after seeing how upset it made you

All the progress in other games gone

No ability to laugh or smile after getting treated like shit at work by rewatching your favorite show or movie

But they would do anything to make you pay attention to them instead

Even if comes to the cost of ruining your happiness for at least little while

As long you run back them and their game at end of the day, giving them all your attention

They'll keep doing so

[callsignfate]

Hiii!

Can you please write headcanons for Laswell and Valeria having a wife who is an highschool art teacher? (or even just a highschool teacher)

Hi!

I wrote these because I immediately had ideas for them both! I also want to say how underappreciated teachers are as a whole and they deserve more everything. A close family member of mine went to college to be a teacher and often substituted a lot, so that helped me a lot. I wrote this in the mind of the American School system because Kate lives in the USA and because I only have knowledge in the American School System. I will be posting Valeria's next!

Part One/ Part Two/ Part Three

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ ♡ She 100% is in awe of how you deal with so much attitude and teenagers all day, everyday, for seemigly way too many days straight.

♡ Loves to do her paperwork sitting next to you while you grade papers or create assignments. She often finds it easier to do paperwork with you, so she loves this time.

♡ if you come home stressed about parent teacher conferences (let's be honest here half the time it's the parents fault for the kids awful attitude and they blame it on the teachers or say some rude shit) she will often tell you that it's not your fault and make you a warm drink, because she was going to make her umpteenth coffee anyways.

♡ You both often are exhausted from paper work and fall asleep at the table until one of you wakes up and wakes the other up to head to bed, or to make more coffee and keep going after a power nap, teachers have a ton of shit to do.

♡ If you are an art teacher she loves when you bring home the art work show it to her, though after the walls and fridge are full she will mentally beg you to put it in a drawer somewhere.

♡ Kate loves when you talk about students and call them 'your kids' knowing that you love your job even though sometimes like her you wish you could take a long well needed vacation.

♡ She also feels sad when you tell her about a student who had opened up to you/you had found out that they were going through something at home, she hates how terribly out of it you are and seem wishing you could save them.

♡ Sometimes, she gets an odd day off in the middle of the week and wishes it was easier for you to call out. She will understand completely, but she will wait for you to get home.

♡ Genuinely shocked when you say you need more supplies, you had already seemingly bought way too many off already, "How could they go through that many pencils?!" Or "How often do you write on a whiteboard that you already need more packs of markers?"

♡ Watching you spend your own check on them makes her realize just how little you get paid and how underfunded the school you work at is. She loves and hates watching how excited you are to spend your money on your students.

♡ Loves watching you plan fun lessons for your students, often running them by her to see if she has any feedback, she doesn't but she will grin as you explain and the pure excitement in your voice.

♡ Kate loves your outfits, often being as she describes 'very you' and loves to watch you happily wear them as you get ready for work.

♡ Will make jokes about your patience with them often, "How do you deal with them?" Loves it if you counter back with."I deal with you." She adores the pure amount of willpower you have to deal with teenagers every day. She 100% says all of the time, "I don't know how you can do it, I couldn't."

♡ Hates how much time you put in for your work that isn't paid, often noticing how you work late into the night to get papers graded and making up lessons on your own time.

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

(I will edit this more when I get done putting my cows in for the night, yes I own cows, they are only pets, I love them.)

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