#call of duty laswell

[lovifie]

Captain Price walks into your room, knocking on your door before peaking his head in with puppy eyes. You already know what kind of favour he is going to ask.

"Can you help me convince Laswell to sign the offer I sent her?"

You nod, smile on you face. Anything for the captain.

Now, he doesn't really know how you manage to make the stoic woman agree to everything you ask for, but that's not what's important. Results are, and you always get great ones.

And he might not really know what you do; but when an hour and half later you enter his office licking your fingers clean, messy hair, plush lips, your chin wet, shirt half way undone, love bites on your neck and a satisfied smile on your face, Price gets an idea of how discussion went down.

"I did all I could, Captain. She'll sign it tomorrow." Is all you say before you leave the room.

Next time he might disagree with Laswell, see if she sends you to him as well.

Back to Masterlist

[royaltysuite]

*Y/n bursts through the door*

Y/n: YOU ARE LOVED, LASWELL!

Laswell: 😊

Y/n: YOU ARE APPRECIATED!

Gaz: 😆

Y/n: YOU ARE AMAZING!

Rudy: 😁

Y/n: YOU ARE BEST DAD!

Price: 🥺

Y/n: YOU ARE BEST BOY!

König: 😳

Y/n: Soap, Ghost, Alejandro.....You're Hot.

Ghost: 💀😳

Soap: 😶

Alejandro: 😏

Graves: What about Valeria and me?

Valeria: Yeah

Y/n: ...

Y/n: Ya'll got mommy and daddy issues that I can't work with......and I hate you

Y/n: Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

[3archangelsaints]

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sprout-fics]

Laswell Appreciation Post

Can we talk about how amazing this woman is for a moment?

Laswell is a high level intelligence analyst with over a decade of experience in and off the field. Her acumen for statecraft and spyfare is incredible. This woman graduated Suma Cum Laude from Cornell, has a Master's degree in strategic intelligence analysis and studied Near East linguistics at the American University of Beirut. She speaks fluent Arabic, knows her way around weapons, and once broke a terrorist's neck with her bare hands.

(LOOK AT HER!)

Her bio says that Laswell rewrote the book on unconventional information warfare, climbed the ranks and became her own female mentor. She's survived a terrorist bombing, became a station chief, refused to testify before a senate hearing, was in charge of a SAD blacksite, and has been credited with saving tens of thousands of lives.

-and that's just the stuff from her bio.

Laswell is a support character during the entire series, but without her the entire story would crumble. Laswell is the one to recruit Price to find the missing Russian chemicals in MW2019. She is the one to find Hassan in MW2022. She is the one who went out in the field herself to see the job is done correctly. All of the information that 141, Alex and Farah, and Los Vaqueros act upon comes directly from Laswell. Hell, this woman got captured by Al-Qatala in the process of trying to find the missing missiles. Laswell is the one to find out how Shadow Company and Shepherd lost them in the first place. She's the one who tugs on the Russian thread and reveals the villain of MW2023, Makarov.

Laswell's achievements are often overshadowed by the plot and gameplay, but goddamn is she such a great example of a powerful female character, and an older one at that! (Note, older refers to being older than many female heroines in their 20's, not to be confused with being old.) I can't think of an instance in any of the games where she is sexualized or objectified, and even when she is kidnapped she's shown not as a damsel in distress, but as a woman who can hold her own as soon as the time is right. Plus, what does she do immediately after being rescued? Goes straight back to business and figures out the real root of the campaign.

I admit I'm fairly surprised to see such a well written female character in a series that historically caters to men. The writers for the game did a fantastic job in creating an absolutely amazing character who is skilled, well-rounded, and extremely compelling. Please hear it for the queen herself!

Also gay rights to Laswell and her wife specifically 💅

[antomatkoen]

doodles of kate laswell and my rendition of her wife, michelle‼️

ouuuuergggg i love them i headcanon that the scarf kate wears was made by michelle :3

[ghosties--writing]

Laswell and Price talking about you...

Laswell: "Do you trust them?"

Price: "No... but I trust their anger."

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

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

[obsessivelullabies]

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

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

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

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

“more,” you begged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

masterlist! | reblogs and comments appreciated.

[blingblong55]

Worth it- 141 & Laswell

pic credits: @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot (left)and @ave661 (middle)

Based on a request: Wait, wait, first of all hope you're doing well and make sure to drink a glass of water if you haven't already. Cozy? Yeah? Okay, Can I request something (you can choose whether it's a HCor not,etc etc) on how TF141 would react to meeting a teen boy around 15-16, who's like a genius in engineering, mathematics, and physics? Like the boy could legitimately build a rocket if he had the time, help and materials. Maybe the meet him because he got in trouble with the government for unknowingly making a weapon? Maybe he made it for a class assignment and it was stolen without his knowledge? Whatever you think makes sense here. Leaving space for you to enter your own creative thoughts, just the general idea of it. The boy is based on a character of mine from a book I'm writing, his name his Michael, but ofc you can switch that up however you wish. Have fun with this one Ignore if it doesn't sound fun to ya <3 ---- M!Reader, genius!reader, platonic!relationship? ----

A/N: drank enough water, thanks for the reminder <3

Y/N, the name of the unknown internet user that had been chased by many governments and caught by the one and only Task Force 1-4-1.

You created something so dangerous that no one believed Laswell when she told her bosses the age you had when you started all this. You created the one thing most geniuses working for the government didn't know existed outside of the numbers and graphs they had done for it. At first, the FBI had named you un-sub A. Now, they can finally put a name to the unknown face.

How were you caught? Well, it wasn't easy, let's start there. When all this mess began, you were no older than fifteen. You are practically a ticking bomb to the government so when they heard that someone was asking the right questions to chemists around your city, they began to search for you. Laswell at the time was on a small break from work but the journals you had left in your parent's home when you ran away one rainy day.

In the journals, Laswell found all she needed to have a task force assigned to find you. She called it Operation Mikey, the name was just to fill in the void of the one thing she couldn't find, you.

Your parents weren't much help in giving your name, hence why Mikey became a temporary replacement. With them high off any drug and you on the run with the rest of your journals, Price was tasked with finding you and making sure you were secured in their care.

For three months, you ran away. Moving to different cities and continuing your research of the chemical weapon you fabricated in your bedroom, the same one Laswell had locked in a laboratory somewhere in the capital of the country.

In month four, you found an abandoned building in the middle of the desert. That's where your laboratory, if you can call it that, began.

For months after that, you collected data and it wasn't until nine months later that Soap found you trading chemicals with some scientist that you were caught.

Once you were brought in, they had realised so much about you. You were way younger than what their profile had thought of, much more intelligent than they'd think a person your age was and so skilled in engineering, mathematics, and physics.

"Why didn't we find his information sooner," Laswell questions her bosses. "Kid was never even registered by his parents." The man on the phone answers. "How the hell did he even get this kind of education then?" She asks again but you had that answer.

"My parents just bought me books and hired a weird guy from the street to teach me anything," you respond and Price chuckles. "Bullshit, kid. Now tell us, how the hell did you get all of these journals?" He points to the evidence bags. Your research of months now being read by other scientists.

"I am the creator of them, not let me go," you protest against Ghost's grip on you. "No chance," Price barks. "What's your real name?" Laswell asks you. "Y/N," you answer knowing it was either this or get thrown in some federal prison.

"And you created this weapon? do you have any idea how dangerous it is to create something like this? How many people it would take to create a mathematical concept and then make it into a physical form?"

"It's not that hard, lady," you answer with an attitude. Were people this dumb?

It took hours, lots of bribing and one request from Soap and Gaz to give you food for you to open up. What? you are a teenager who needs enough food for growth, of course, you'll talk once they give you food. Talking and having to dumb it down took hours though. After all, how can you explain to hardheaded soldiers about probability theory, and why it mattered so much to your project that it took ten trials and two journals worth of failed work to get?

Laswell was more than impressed, no seriously, she was like a proud mother listening to you explain every page and even give notes in only a way that a teenage boy would to idiotic adults like them. She thought it was so adorable how a boy your age would throw nerdy jokes into the explanations and how she watched you be the only one to laugh at them.

Ghost would often smile when you'd give a snarky comment to Price. Don't get him started on the chuckles he let out when you threw a few old man jokes at Price or made comments on Soap's weird hairstyle. The comments towards Gaz were funny but also adorable how you tried to find more reasons to get him annoyed.

Price thought of his son who was about your age when you'd get excited over your most recent discovery for the weapon you had created. It was nice to know that behind all that matter in your head, you were still a kid. It was even nicer when you'd make the jokes no one understood but secretly, Price's nerdy self understood some jokes.

Gaz saw his younger brother in you, which is why even when you made jokes at his expense, he would let them pass. The way you looked at him when having to explain things was nice in some way but it was way funnier when you called Soap the smart one of all four for being able to understand the way bombs work better than anyone and then have Ghost shake his head and tell you, "that man is just a muppet, don't believe what we tell you about his work."

Soap was fascinated by you for sure. Just like Price, he understood some of the jokes, even the cheesy puns you made about certain elements. He liked you, it was something fresh from the people he usually deals with.

The team, for the past few days, grew to adore the nerdy man you are. Yeah, you teased and even called them out on wrong facts but it was new. It's good to have someone so intelligent and be so honest with them this time. What was funny is that you know so much about many topics few understand but you don't know much about real life outside of the nerdy realm you live in. It's a nice feeling when passing by Laswells office you find a framed picture of the day Ghost and the other men of the team taught you about hunting and even how to play baseball, something you sucked at in the beginning but have gotten better over time.

It's like having four funny, serious, and cool dads and an amazing mum whilst being taken care of at the base the team called home.

A/N: I hope this was somewhat okay and good luck on your book!

Tags: @liyanahelena @mangowafflesss @froggy-anon @jinxxangel13 @enarien @sae1kie @queen-ilmaree @avidreadee123 @ikohniik @konigssultwithghost @luvecarson @a-goose-with-a-knife @foxface013 @marshiely @sleepyycatt

[elderlune]

i want all three of them!! all at the same fucking time!!! 💭

[konigsblog]

What you think about Laswell cheating on her wife(poor woman) with the reader? And reader is also angsty/ashamed

cw: cheating

you're ashamed to be stealing someone's wife. you feel an immense amount of guilt, but can't help but fall head over heels for your supervisor. :( you spend deployments in each other's barracks, or instead, in her office, on your knees and sucking at her pretty clit. she loves how obedient you are; so eager to please her. she sees no wrong with having a little work toy, something to mess with and unload her stress onto.

when you're bent over her desk, getting fucked with a strap on, you're ashamed, yet muttering and chanting her name through soft cries and moans. your lips dripping with delirium as you plead for more pathetically, tears coating your pretty cheeks, your folds tightly wrapped around the strap. :(

she definitely praises you, as she begins to notice how your eyes twinkle with happiness whenever she rewards you, she keeps you fallen head over heels for her. you won't even think about how pathetic or ignorant you are by helping your supervisor cheat, utterly obsessed with her...

[royaltysuite]

Y/n: Mom, Dad, Graves said I looked ugly and that I was adopted. Is that true?

Kate and Price: *about to murder the man

Soap: Are we just going to ignore the fact that they just called Price and Laswell 'Mom and Dad'?

Ghost: Wait for it...

Price: Wait, did you call us Mom and Dad? *cries internally

Y/n: *doesn't answer cuz Kate's dragging Graves' ass* Say what now?

[3archangelsaints]

I'm actually dying and living for the idea that Simon Riley is such a hard worker for you. Being a soldier doesn't pay much, but considering how frugal he is, and how often he's overseas, he has money. Not rich, but with your income too, you could have what you wanted. You wanted to move to have a house, garden and all. Massive house. A few dogs. Marriage. He'd let you decorate how you wanted but he kept you in check, knowing sometimes you got overwhelmed with choices.

Luckily, his squad mates, who'd become family to you were there to be useful, who'd helped reduce renovation prices, ironically Price was in charge of delegation and keeping to the budget. The house was furnished and then painted. It was painted within a week, a light beige and brown undertones, you strictly stated no pure white as you said it was depressing. Clinical. Not homey. They all agreed.

Soon you were on Simon's shoulders, wrapping yellow led lights around the roof cover on the deck leading to the massive garden. Gaz and Soap were in charge of the music. You loved having everyone around for renovations because it made it an experience, made memories.

Price was finishing up on the phone to someone, someone you didn't know but it wasn't out of the ordinary. They were going to go on a mission soon. You paused and then you smiled. Feeling content.

After everything was done, you'd sat down and had takeout with everyone. And then there was a knock on the door, your head turning.

Price is up and at the door, in comes Laswell. Kate. Holding a drycleaning bag and you see your siblings and parents and friends walk in. You look confused. Dropping the food to greet then. Bewildered.

Then your niece snatches some food from your plate so you hug her from behind and lift her up as she laughs and pushes you off, complaining she's too mature.

And next thing you know Simon is on his knees. Handing you a simple band. "Will you marry me?" He knows its a yes, but he knows you'd love the on one knee thing, technically, he'd proposed with a promise ring, so he knew.

Next thing you know, you're being pushed into your room, into a wedding gown you'd shown Gaz and Soap one time when Simon had been deployed on a solo mission. You get married at the courthouse and had an intimate celebration in the garden at dark.

It was everything you wanted. Giggles and laughter as Simon's eyes never leave you, watching you keenly as you giggle and cheer in celebration. It's a shame he'd gotten married in his gear, but he was being deployed and had to leave by 5 am, they all did. You loved it. It was part of him, gear and all and his seargents and captain. And Kate. Bless her.

And soon you were saying bye to them all, Simon kissed you and then they were gone. Out the door and he took your heart with him. Kate came up and hugged you. She was like a mum to you. You hugged her back tightly, and she helped you set up sleeping situations for your friends and family. There were 2 guest bedrooms and a study, and the attic had space enough for all your friends.

Laswell helped you out the dress and take off your makeup, she'd undid your hair, brushing it for you and it was soothing. Like a kid being cared for. You went to bed in shorts and an old hoodie of Simon's. Laswell cuddled you to sleep, you didn't want to be alone and she knew that.

She saw the wound in your heart as they left. She was packing the open wound with gauze, it was painful, but right now, her doting was stopping the bleed.

I should actually do a long fanfic or even series of this cause I love the idea.

[mockerycrow]

laswell medic wife. laswell’s wife is a medic or works in a hospital. one time comes back after a 12 hour night shift and laswell pampers her

MY HOME (Laswell x Paramedic!Fem!Reader)

kate laswell masterlist — 1.7k words

[WARNINGS; none, this is just extremely fluffy.]

Kate is home, making breakfast when she hears the front door open. You don’t say anything, which usually means that you’re exhausted. She hears your bag plop on the floor and she hears your shoes thump against the wall as you kick them off without untying them, the door closing. You trudge your way into the kitchen and Kate turns to see you, her face softening at your expression. You look absolutely winded, there’s some type of dried fluids on your uniform—it’s been noticeably stripped of your radio which is likely half-hazardly stuffed in your bag that you left by the front door.

“Hey.” You whisper, walking over—your hand rests on the small of her back and you give her cheek a kiss. “Hey,” Kate replies softly in return, her eyes flickering between the food on the stove top and you. She knows you’re dirty, a “walking biohazard” both of you had joked about, but she doesn’t mind it when you lean against her body, your head resting on her shoulder. “How was your shift?” Kate prods gently, the food in the pan sizzling. You hum and let out a heavy sigh; that’s how she knows it likely wasn’t the best. “It was.. Certainly a shift.” You chuckle tiredly, your eyes watching her hands move. “Would rather talk about it later, if that’s okay.”

Kate hums in response at first. “‘Course, hon. Decompress first.” She leans forward and turns the stove top on low heat, settling the pan back on the burner. Kate turns to you and wraps an arm around you, bringing you close whilst her other hand gently cups the back of your head. Your face remains buried in her shoulder as you wrap your arms around her in return, hanging loosely on her hips as you grab one of your wrists so they don’t fall off of her. Kate’s fingers trail down to the nape of your neck and they pinch and massage the muscle that remains there, causing you to melt against her with a quiet sigh. You relish the feeling of her fingers working your tense neck, Kate’s fingertips occasionally dipping down to your spine. 

“You think you can take a shower?” Kate murmurs as to not startle you out of the calm mood you seemingly are slipping into. You take a moment to think about it because every muscle in your body is screaming at you. Can you handle taking a shower? The words “by yourself” hang heavy in the air, unspoken but acknowledged. You nod into Kate’s shoulder after a few seconds, earning a kiss against your scalp. “I’ll get it ready for you, get you some clothes. Just go hang tight in the bathroom, hon.”

You nod again and you reluctantly slink away from her, your legs feeling like molten lead as you walk towards the hall and into the second door on your left; the bathroom. Your hand feels for the light switch on the wall which you flip on, your eyes squinting when the light blinds you for a moment. You look at yourself in the mirror and you cringe at the fluids that are dried onto your dark blue jacket, causing you to glance down and realize it’s all over the front of your dark blue cargo pants as well. You swear under your breath as you pick your head up and lazily begin to unzip your jacket, wiggling it off and letting it drop to the ground. You unbutton the short sleeved button up shirt you wore underneath and you also let that drop to the ground, as well as the compression shirt you wore as the underlayer.

You rub your face as you dread trying to reach around your back to unclasp your bra, so you decide to leave for you to take off last. You grab your belt, pulling the prong out of the hole and you quickly tug on it, the belt leaving the belt loops on your pants. You unzip and unbutton, shuffling out of your pants, as well as stepping on the loose corner of each sock to pull them off without much effort. Kate walks in with some of your favorite pajamas and some underwear, giving you a kiss on the cheek as she sets them on the closed toilet seat. You look at her and you press your lips together into a thin line for a moment. “Can you undo my bra?”

Kate smiles softly, already moving behind you. She unclasps your bra with ease, and you let it fall to the ground. You shiver as you feel her lightly pepper kisses against your shoulder, one of her hands coming up to grab your hip. You lean against her chest, as you’ve always loved the affection she gives you. Kate’s kisses trail up your neck to your cheek and jaw. “Beautiful as always.” She murmurs, her voice thick with happiness. You huff and you can’t help the cheeky smile that appears on your face. 

Kate leaves one last kiss on your shoulder before she inhales. “Now,” She breathes out as you step out of your underwear. “Warm water?” You nod your confirmation, pinching the bridge of your nose to keep yourself a bit more alert. You have a tendency to fall asleep in the shower. Kate opens the shower door and turns the water on, the water rushing towards the drain with a soothing white noise effect. You blink as she feels the water, adjusting it slightly a couple of times. She then closes the shower curtain and pulls the little stopper, the water transferring from the bathtub faucet to the shower head. You move from where you’re standing to pull back the shower curtain, but Kate’s arm grabbing yours gently stops you.

You look at her curiously, and Kate sighs for a moment. “Please try to stay awake.” She utters, causing you to hold back a tired laugh. “Walking in here to check on you and seeing you curled up in the bathtub is scary.” Her tone is playful, but she has that tone she uses to scold her nieces and nephews, and you can’t help but chuckle. “I’ll try. No promises.” You murmur, giving her a kiss on the cheek before you take off your ring, place it on the sink counter, and then you slip into the bathtub and under the warm water.

Kate collects your dirty work clothes and undergarments and she exits the bathroom. She cracks the door instead of closing it, just in case you need her. She makes her way towards the laundry room and her face scrunches up at the mystery stains on the dark fabric, ultimately deciding to not question them as she tosses them in the hamper that’s right inside the laundry room. Kate then walks down the hall towards the kitchen and the living room, her eyes landing on the front door and the mud mat where your work bag sits. Kate makes a mental note to fetch your bag after she completes breakfast, which is when she turns to go back into the kitchen to return to cooking.

The warm water beads down your scalp and drips down your back, your butt, and your legs, swirling towards the bathtub drain. You roll your shoulders, a noise of discomfort leaving your throat as your muscles strain, a twinge of pain pulsing through the hard muscle of your right shoulder. You angle your back so the water runs down that particular shoulder, soothing the ache. You let your eyes shut, and then you go through the motions. You scrub your skin with some body soap, although with some reluctance because you just wanna rinse off and get out. You know you actually have to clean yourself. You open your eyes as you scrub your arms and you lightly smile at the view of your products standing next to Kate’s. 

You always appreciated the little things, the way your products just existed together in the bathroom, how you could see what you preferred versus what she did; just little proof of living together warmed your heart. Like someone could walk into your shared home and say “yeah, two people live here”. You're not too sure why you love it so much. Maybe it’s the same unknowing reason why you like the tan line around your left ring finger when your ring isn’t where it’s supposed to be. Maybe it’s the same reason why you like sleeping on Kate’s side of the bed when she’s not home, the same reason why you like stuffing your face into her pillow to smell the lingering scent of her shampoo. 

You sigh softly before you blink and sniff the air, the smell of the food Kate’s cooking filters through the cracked open door of the bathroom. You decide with new eagerness—and a watering mouth—to finish up, which you do after washing your face off with the water. You turn off the shower and grab a towel, quickly drying yourself off with newfound energy. You slip the ring back onto your finger first, slip on your underwear, and then the pajamas. You open the bathroom door, making your way back to the kitchen. You groan in happiness when you see Kate preparing your plate for you. “You’re a lifesaver.” You say giddily, eager to eat. Kate barks out a laugh as you sit down in your seat which is across from hers.

“Funny, coming from you.” Kate retorts, making you smile as you grab your fork. Your eyes land on the cigarette pack that is stuffed in her shirt pocket and you huff. “Hate those things.” You murmur after eating a big bite of your food, motioning to the pack with your fork. Your face is scrunched up in distaste. Kate’s lip twitches as she knows you’ve always hated her smoking habit, half from being her wife and half from being a medical service provider. “I know, sweetie. I won’t smoke right now. Let’s just enjoy our food.”

You smile in victory and your left hand reaches forward and it’s almost like you and Kate are connected because her hand naturally gravitates towards yours, her fingers brushing over the wedding ring wrapped around your finger. Kate thinks it sparkles in the light just like how your eyes do.

[manticore-fangs]

i need a kate laswell to take care of me :( (cw: mommy kink, strap, idk bad writing.)

she’s so stressed about a mission that the boys just came back from, sadly - she was sent back home in your house and arms. not knowing if the boys will be okay, and you knew. you could tell she was stressed, always stinking up the house with her cigarette smoke which bothered you.. but got used to the smell once she smoked plenty of times around you.

you looked at her resting against the door frame, you watch her rub her temple with her hand as she tapped the smoke in the ashtray she has in her office room. you watch her intently. watching her every move. “kate..” she looks back at you, getting slightly spooked as she didn’t hear you nor see you come in.

“i’ll come to the bed soon love. just need to finish this work up.” and you shake your head. in your robe you walk forwards to her, wrapping your arms around her neck. your arms dangling off her shoulders as you rock her sideways to sideways. “c’mon kate, i can make you feel good.” you speak. pressing a kiss too her head.

“yeah? and what’s that love?” she speaks with need. you get closer to her ear and whisper; “want you to use me in your favourite ways.” you let go of her and walk back to yours and hers bedroom. knowing she’ll be right behind you. you left her in a bit of shock with that sentence. but needed you in bed, badly.

when she gets to the bedroom, she opens the door to find you in doggystyle with a strap picked out. your robe bunched up on your waist as you lay there and wait for her touch.

suddenly you feel cold hands wandering over your hip dips; massaging that certain place that you let out a groan. she shushes you as you hear the shuffling of clothes. hearing the ‘zips’ and ‘snaps’ of the strap as you close your eyes, waiting for the tip to prod your lips. but you feel her hands on you again. grabbing your lips and spreading them open. a sweet sticky line going from one lion to the other and you whine, feeling her blow air on your cunt.

“shh love. let mommy take this pussy, yeah? she needs it so badly. so glad you offered yourself to me and my pleasure.” she says, rubbing a finger up and then down to your clit. circling before moving back up to your hole. “please mama, fuck me.” you look back at her with puppy dog eyes and she chuckles. “shh love, be patience mama wants to take her time with her pup.” you let out a quiet sigh, you did offer yourself to her so you must take what you get.

before you knew it, after a painfully long teasing session with just grinding her fingers up and down your slick slit, you feel the tip of her cock just poking at your hole. “relax m’love. gotta take mommy’s fat dick in that hole. just let mommy use you.” and use you she did.

[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)