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local-crying-boy · 9 hours

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Since I'm bored and am incapable of actually finishing a fanfiction, I'm just going to casually show the summaries of the four fantasy AU one's I'm working on, just so I can actually, possibly, finally move on with writing them if I show what the hell is in my drafts (my only motivation fr)

The first one I am working on is, as I have already told, is the Alex Keller x Empress!Reader.

Summary: A threat of war endangers your Empire, although one that you might overlook as insignificant. However, with The Sick falling upon the majority of your empire, the threat of war is no longer a threat you can risk to ignore. In result, you call on an old friend of yours, Commander Karim, to aid your army against the enemy that plots to rise against your growing Empire. However, upon reuniting with your dear friend, you spot a familiar face travelling with her.

The second is a Rudy x Princess!OC I have, which is childhood friends to lovers.

Summary: At a small gathering with the towns people, Princess Antonia wonders into the petite celebration to see how her people fair, wanting to know how they live without the worries that she has as royalty. Upon her little adventure, she notices one of the Knights and he grows concerned and confused at her arrival.

The third is a Witcher!Ghost and Bard!Reader one, it's a kinda slow-burn, fluffy type fic that VERY loosely follows the events of The Witcher.

Summary: A Witcher - who gained a reputation as a soulless, emotionless monster - meets a much too friendly and talkative Bard who only wants to know of the Witcher's epic tales so ballads can be wrote and sung around the villages.

The fourth is a Assassin!König x Noble!OC which is a kinda Dark Romance fic (at least, the best I can write of one), but I don't expect this one to fall into the two characters falling in with each other, which would only happen if I did a second one or REALLY dragged out the one I am working on.

Summary: A highly sought out assassin who wears a noticable mask whenever he is out on the job, paid to carry out an odd job. To kidnap Lady Ingrid. However an odd job he was sent to do, amd it was outside out what he usually did, which was kill, he was up to accepting the job as the reward would pay handsomely.

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local-crying-boy · 9 hours

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Soap tries to make Ghost tea to his liking through weeks of trial and error only to realize…

A/n: I wasn't entirely sure what to do with this as it was vague, however, I got a good idea that I think some people might like :)

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ℂ𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕒 𝕥𝕖𝕒

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Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x John 'Soap' MacTavish

Genre: fluff, mutual pining

Warnings: short fic, pretty shitty writing (sorry!)

Summary: Soap likes making his lieutenant a cup of tea whenever Ghost wants one, and after weeks of trial and error he realises something.

Word Count: 469

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Everyday, Soap would offer to make Ghost a cup of tea. And, everyday, Ghost would say yes and drink the tea. A simple thing to any prying eyes who did not know either of them well enough, that was certian.

However, to the rest of the 141, they knew that there was something. Ghost wouldn't drink tea unless it was the way he preferred, the way he did it, and he would make this known to anyone who made his tea 'wrong'. Which is one of many reasons no one ever offers to make him a drink anymore.

And, Soap, well, Soap is... shit at making tea. Everyone knew this, Soap damn well knew it, and occasionally prided himself in the fact that no one would ever accept a drink from him if they knew he made it. Of course, the Scotsman never tasted any difference in his drinks. A drink is a drink, Afterall. But, God knows, everyone else knew.

This is why it was so curious to see Ghost, not only, accept a drink from Soap, but say nothing about how it was, and everyone knew it wasn't made the way Ghost preferred.

"Here, L.T." Soap said, a stupid grin on his face as he placed down the cup of tea in front of Ghost.

Ghost glanced up at Soap with a small nod, and in his gruff, low voice he responded. "Cheers, Johnny."

Soap then walked away from the break room, going back to whatever he was getting up to before deciding to get a drink for himself and Ghost.

Lifting up the bottom of his mask, Ghost blew on his drink before taking a sip from it. A baffled Gaz, from the opposite side of the room, stared at his Lieutenant.

"Doesn't Soap make shit drinks?" The Sergeant questioned, leaning back in his chair. "No one likes 'em."

Ghost looked up at Gaz once he had pulled down his mask again and placed the cup of tea back onto the table. "He does."

This only heightened Gaz's confusion, he glanced down at the cup of tea on the table and then back up at Ghost. "Then why are you drinking it?"

"He offered to make it." Ghost responded simply. "Be a waste to not drink it."

A small grin pulled at Gaz's lips and he let out a half-laugh, half-scoff. "That hasn't stopped you before. I've seen you outright pour drinks down the sink because they weren't made to your liking."

There wasn't an answer that Ghost could say to convince that Soap actually made a cup of tea, it would be like saying that pigs could fly. Ghost wasn't going to simply just say that he was drinking it because Soap made it for him, there was no need, he thought.

So Ghost just simply shrugged his shoulders.

"It would be a waste." He repeated once more.

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local-crying-boy · 11 hours

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Ever just, you know... start a single, really good, fantasy AU fic and then get three more ideas with different characters and now you can't decide if you should finish off the two fanfictions you said you were working on or start writing those three new ideas even though have the two you've talked about and another two fics to finish and headcannons?

Yeah, totally normal right?

#cod #call of duty #fanfics #update post #this is definitely relatable #you all definitely get this #right?

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local-crying-boy · 11 hours

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Hadir icon dump that I’ve found on Pinterest because this man needs more recognition and I will be glad to fill Tublr with it.

#Hadir my love #i love him sm please #i love him #please come home #come home I’m begging #the children miss you #hadir modern warfare #hadir karim modern warfare #hadir mw1 #hadir call of duty #hadir cod #hadir karim

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local-crying-boy · 11 hours

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Not me who made a Hadir Karim playlist because I couldn't find any and had to put matters into my own hands..

Playlist link for those who actually want to listen here

Not like it's a very long one or one that might be very connected to Hadir, just songs that make me think of him every time they start playing.

Here are the songs that are on the playlist:

1. waiting Room (Phoebe Bridgers)

“Know it’s for the better” He stole the gas and used it because he wanted Urzikstan to be free. And “Plus, I know whatever happened to me, I know it’s for the better” because let’s be honest he probably knew he was going to die at some point, and he knew that it most likely wasn’t going to be from natural causes, not with the war he grew up in.

2. Fool (Bôa)

“You and I, born as fools now.” I don’t know what it is about this line, but it hits and it makes me think of Hadir. Maybe because he used the gas, making Farah despise him. “You and I think, think we rule now” this mf became Commander at some point, which just ENRAGES Farah, no?

3. O Superman (Laurie Anderson)

Well, does this song need any explaining? I found this song on a Farah playlist (made by one of my favourite Tumblr accounts, hence me making a post about the Hadir playlist). So if this song makes me think of Farah, it immediately makes me think of Hadir.

4. Love and War (Fluerie)

Love and War, says it in the title, no? Plus, “the truth begins to show”? Him using the stolen gas to save Farah and Alex, but only killing the Russian army and some ULF soldiers (if I remember correctly). And don’t even get me started on “lover, hunter, friend and enemy, you will always be every one of these.” UGHHH it's such a good line and I think that it represents Hadir very well, maybe alongside Farah too.

5. In the house - In a Heartbeat (John Murphy)

Do I really need a reason for this song? It's so good and it makes me think of numerous edit ideas (despite the fact that I give up on editing the minute I open Capcut), just the vibe and sound reminds me of Hadir, makes me think of his whole character development, his story, ect:

6.Forest (Twenty One Pilots)

"The situation's becoming dire" The line makes me think of the moment when Hadir calls Alex to help him get the gas, making it be used and everything kicking off and him becoming the enemy. "And for some reason I smell gas on my hands" well, this needs no explanation. "This is not what I had planned" Although I think that Hadir knew that Farah would have gone against him the moment he decided to use the gas, I feel like he wouldn't expect her to basically turn on him so much that it seemed like she didn't love him anymore.

7.Army Dreamers (Kate Bush)

I think everyone can see why I put this song on here, not only because it is such an amazing song, but also because Hadir is obviously a solider. Also, I know the song's meaning is about a mother grieving her son dying because of war. HOWEVER, the song does heavily remind me of PTSD that soldiers suffer from (more so from the music video where all their eyes are wide, which kinda is like Shell Shock/PTSD), and I'm 100% certain that Hadir, like any other character is CoD, would suffer from some type of mental illness, or nightmares, or grief/guilt from being soldiers.

8. I know it's over (The Smiths)

The repeat phrase of 'Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head" just makes me think of how he died and, in my head, I have an image of him just dead and, well, we know his and Farah's parents are dead. I don't know how to explain it exactly, been staring at this paragraph trying to figure out what the hell I'm trying to say. But it just makes me think a lot of him and his mother, because I seriously get vibes from him that he was a mama's boy before she passed.

9. Advice (Alex G)

"The world is full of fishes, but I trust you" really makes me think of him and Farah, because the two of them would have had to relied on each other at a young age after their parents died and when they were building up ULF and during their time in prison. They would have had a lot of trust in one another, which makes sense with the amount of pure betrayal and rage we hear in Farah's voice when she finds out Hadir stole the gas and then used it. The two of them would have had such an almost unbreakable relationship, not only because they are siblings, they trusted one another and they went through so much, they would have HAD to have trusted each other.

10. Poison Tree (Grouper)

This song alone has so much emotion to it, it ALTERS my brain chemistry. I love this song, so it just meant I had to link it to one of my favourite characters. Which, therefore, means it has a place on the playlist.

11. The Hand that feeds (The Crane Wives)

This song screams Farah, but I feel like it could apply to both Hadir and Farah. Afterall, the both of them are doing a tiring job that is going to both mentally and physically drain them. It's dangerous and they know it. "My papa taught me how to growl, how to bear my teeth and growl", although in the scene where we see of kid Farah and Hadir, their father turns to Hadir and says to 'stay strong for Farah', this is probably one of the many reasons why he does so much for her, even if makes her fucking despise Hadir for what he's done.

12. I wait for you (Alex_g_offline)

"I wait for you" I don't know what is it about the repeated line that makes me think so much about Hadir, about his whole character, but for some reason it really does.

13. If we have each other (Alec Benjamin

The song that makes me, really, think of any two characters that are related. "So I'm thankful for my sister, even though sometimes we fight" the line is more so towards the usual sibling type fights that happens throughout with growing up with siblings, which would easily be able to apply to the two of them. However, it also makes me think about the fact that Hadir still loves Farah and calls her sister, even when she hates him. When he was dying, he even said to her that he still loves her even though she hates him now (something along those lines)

14.Where'd all the time go? (Dr. Dog)

"There ain't no way to sweep up the mess that we've made" I know it says 'we' but I think that Hadir regrets what he did, even if he believes that it helps winning against the Russian army, I don't think he likes that fact that Farah hates him over it and he knows that he can't do anything to fix that, to 'sweep up the mess'. There's no fixing that, there was no fixing that broken trust between them after that.

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GAZZZZ i love this man sm istq

☁︎ — Gaz my beloved <3 u know that man is a pussy worshiper; f!reader, nsfw 18+ (MDNI)

Just the mere thought of you tested every ounce of Kyle’s self-restraint. Nevermind the years of training wherein he learned just how crucial it was to have patience and control himself—this man would give up everything if it meant he could live between your legs.

He’s typically on his knees within seconds of walking through the door when he returns home. No matter how long he’s gone or why he left, he kneels and works his mouth like there’s no sweeter prayer; like he’ll cease to exist if he doesn’t taste you. There was no question that the man worshiped the very essence of your being.

Some nights he would be so desperate to feel you cum that he would do everything he could to make you lose yourself hard and fast. But that wasn’t the norm. No, Kyle was a man who loved to see every minute detail—every little reaction—that he could coax out of you. There was no sweeter agony than his determination to turn you into a mess. He knew exactly how to touch you. He knew exactly where to place his mouth and when to back off.

You could always tell straight away when you’d end up with a night of teasing and begging. Kyle would spend minutes rubbing and squeezing the pillowy skin at the top of your thighs before he even thought about touching you anywhere else. He loved to hear the way your breathing grew deeper, loved to watch your legs spread without being asked. If you were lucky, he’d brush his fingers over your panties as a fleeting promise of more.

He didn’t often grant you that luxury.

No, oftentimes Kyle would hold your legs apart by the underside of your thighs and simply enjoy himself. He’d litter kisses over your thighs, starting at your knee and slowly—by God, did he always go so slow—working his way to the dip where thighs met pelvis. His tongue would dart out occasionally to lap at sweat-slicked skin. Teeth grazed old hickeys and love bites, planting new ones wherever he deemed necessary. He’d do that for long and arduous sets of two on each side until you either begged or squirmed enough.

He loved it when you wore lighter-colored panties so he could see the fabric darken with evidence of your desperation. It was only then would he lean in to place a wet kiss on your clit through the fabric (and maybe even a second if he was feeling generous.) Long, slow licks with the flat of his tongue covered your panties as if he was trying to taste your slickness off of the fabric. It was almost aggravating; not enough friction to be pleasurable, but just enough to make you need more.

You’d beg him for more, to take the restricting garment off. “C’mon, Ky…take ‘em off, please,” you’d whine. All he would offer in return was a dismissive “mm-mmm” against the fabric that ever-so-slightly vibrates your clit.

And he’d do that until he had his fill, until he decided he needed to taste the real thing. He’d tug the thin material down your thighs and off of your legs before his hands return to keep you propped open. He’d take a moment to admire—no, to assess—the state of you.

And of course he wouldn’t give you exactly what you wanted quite yet. He’d lean in just enough to brush his lips over the apex of your thighs, letting the anticipation stir as you grow needier and wetter. His hands would move inward, thumbs spreading your lips apart as his fleeting kisses trail closer. Sometimes his tongue would dart out to collect the slick that coated your entrance, other times he would plant kisses around your hole until you pleaded for more.

The teasing was relentless, almost endless on some nights. It never became easy to deal with when he tormented you with those gentle touches, but, Christ, was it always worth it when his mouth finally connected with your pussy and gave you that hot and wet friction that you needed more than air.

Kyle knew you wouldn’t last long if he completely devoured you—could probably time it if he really wanted—and sometimes he’d grant you that. But, typically, he’d take his time and let you really feel his tongue as it lapped slow strips from your hole to your clit.

Then his hands would slide slowly upwards, taking your hips in his grasp, his thumbs pressed gently into the dip of your hipbone. That was his way of keeping you in place while he worshiped you; he wanted to make sure you felt every little movement of his mouth over your sensitive flesh.

Sometimes it was seconds later, sometimes it was torturous minutes away, but he’d always give you what you wanted. The flat of his tongue lapped hungrily at your clit as he sucked just hard enough to make your toes curl.

Perhaps the best part about his devotion was how much he let you know he loved it too. Aside from the wet sounds your cunt and his mouth made together, Kyle was never one to shy away from moaning at your taste.

He loved to speak right into your cunt, letting his breath hit your core and watch as you twitch in response. “Christ, you taste so damn good, love. All f’me, innit?” And when you could barely form words because of him, he accepted a breathless but affirmative grunt as an answer. “That’s right, yes it is. Pretty li’l cunt is leakin’ for me.”

He didn’t care if his words were muffled or his praise was lost between groans and sloppy wetness. As long as he could let your pussy know how much he loved it, he would.

He’d slip in a finger or two if you asked for it, but he preferred to make you cum with nothing but his mouth. He liked to see how wet he could get you and feel you clench and throb around his tongue. To him, there was no greater sense of accomplishment. It was an addictive high. So much so that he never left you with just one orgasm; two was the absolute bare minimum. But Kyle wasn’t one to do the bare minimum.

He was so knowledgeable of your body that he seemed to know your limits before you did. He knew when he could get another one out of you before you crashed for the night. Even if it felt like you had nothing else to give, he somehow always coaxed another one out of you.

It helped when that sickly sweet tone of his encouraged you to keep going. “You can gi’me one more, yeah? Just one more, baby.” Greedy, that’s what he was. “I know you can do it. Just give me one more. Just one more time, alright?” Greedy, but damn good at getting your body back to that peak.

He’d hold you down tighter if you squirmed too much, but, truthfully, he loved feeling your thighs tense around his head when you got sensitive. Plush skin would cover his ears and drown out the rest of the world—leaving only him and your sweet pussy.

You can barely recall a time when your legs didn’t tremble as he’d pull his mouth away. Of course, he never left his prize without a set of departing kisses that trailed back down to your knees. It was a wonder he didn’t always smell like you—his face was an absolute mess every time; slick and coated with his saliva and your cum.

You bet he’d keep his mouth on you all day if you’d let him.

#kyle gaz garrick

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local-crying-boy · 1 day

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AHDSHUAS DHI ALEJANDRO MY LOVE PLEASE I LOVE HIM STOP

The Sun isn’t even Down

𖤐Paring: Husband! Alejandro x Tired! Wife! Readers

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, married couple, some hints of smut, flirting, language, kissing, badly translated Spanish, mention of children,

𖤐Summary: Y/n and Alejandro have married for 5+ years now, and Alejandro still can't get over how many times this girl takes naps

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8:00AM

Alejandro sits on the couch after waking up, he made his cup of coffee, and sipping on it as he tries to find something to watch on the TV.

As he settled with a random channel and watched it he could hear the sound of shuffling, knowing it was his wife, he smiles looking over the couch seeing her.

Messy hair, over sized t-shirt, no short or pants, and fuzzy animal slippers. She let's out a yawn and made herself her own cup of coffee.

"You look so beautiful," he says.

"I look like I was fighting with a rat...and the rat won," she says, pouring her creamer into her mug and moving to her husband, placing her mug on the coffee table in front of them, her feet propped up on the table and she hugs his side earning a smile from his lips.

As he focused back on the TV, it wasn't long till he hears soft snores. He looks down and sees Y/n passed out.

"Really? You just woke up," he whispers.

Alejandro and Y/n have been married for 5+ years, and all Y/n seemed to do in her spare time was sleep. She works of course and she puts on a fake smile and chugs close to 3 cups of coffee just to keep herself awake and an energy drink coming close behind the coffee.

She tries to stay awake at work, but once she's home kicking her heels off, she plops on the couch and sleeps for who knows how long could be an hour and could be 7, it depends on her day.

Hell there was time she came home at 6 in the afternoon and fell asleep not waking till 5:30 the next morning.

Alejandro rubbed her messy hair, she stirs in her sleep and opened her eyes.

"I was sleeping."

"You just woke up 10 seconds ago," he tells her with a chuckle.

"I didn't get any good sleep last night."

"Mi amor, you were passed out, I tried to wake you up to roll over back on your side and you didn't, so I had to sleep on the little space I had."

"Well, you hog the covers."

"You do that too, amor (love)," she just pouts as Alejandro chuckled and kissed her temple. "You're so cure when you pout," he says.

Y/n's phone started to ring seeing it was her mother-in-law, Carmen.

"Why is my mami calling you?"

"Shh," Y/n shushed her husband and rolled over her side facing away from Alejandro and answered her mother-in-law with a yawn coming out.

Alejandro just listened to Y/n as she spoke to his mother. His mom was very loving towards Y/n, Alejandro was very nervous his family might not like her, but boy was he wrong.

If Carmen wanted to, she'd probably would've adopt Y/n.

"Mami!" Alejandro says next to Y/n's ear.

"Yeah, that was your son," Y/n says, picking at her overgrown nails needing them to be cut and polished. "She says hi."

"I wanna hear her say that-MAMI!" Alejandro took his wife's phone, she allowed him to take it and she rolls over to face him. "Mama, por que no me llamas? (Mommy, why don't you call me?)" He whines to his mother.

Y/n could just barely hear her mother-in-law. "Ocupado! Desde cuando? (busy! since when?)" He says. He groans and gives the phone back to his wife who kept talking to each other on their pervious topic.

"Rude," Alejandro says as Y/n shooed him away.

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10:13AM

Alejandro was getting ready for him to go to the gym, putting on a sleeveless shirt, gym shorts and his tennis shoes. He found his headphone making sure they were connected to his phone.

He jogs down the stairs seeing the channel was changed to something else, he smiles and leans over the couch, seeing his wife.

Asleep

Of course. Alejandro scoffs and gently taps her butt jolting her awake from the sudden smack on her bare butt. She smacks his hand away earning a chuckle. She jokingly took her slipper off hitting his arm.

"Asshole, I was dreaming about the beach," she says.

"I know, amor," he leans over the couch kissing her cheek giving her one more pat on the butt and walking to the front door. "I'm heading to the gym...do you want me to help you with the garden?"

If Alejandro mentions something like helping with the garden or having to do anything around the house, Y/n will usually stay up and do it.

"Huh? The garden? I mean...I can do it..." she says, popping her head over the couch to look at her husband.

"You sure?" She just nods. "Okay, I'll be back," he says, walking out of the house.

Y/n rubs her tired eyes and goes upstairs stretching and getting some clothes on. A black tank top and some jean shorts.

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12:00PM

Y/n tried to stay awake as she was digging some holes in the freshly de-weeded garden patch. Alejandro spent all day yesterday taking out weeds, a watering the dirt to make it easy for Y/n to plant in the garden and with the rain from last night also helped.

Y/n teared the seed packet of sunflowers and planting them. She sits on the knees wiping sweat from her forehead, she took a swing of her water when something soft brushed against her.

She turns seeing the neighborhood street cat brush up against her. He didn't belong to anyone, but she called him Pinto Bean or Bean for short, his little paw pads look like Pinto Beans hints his name.

She coos at him and picks him up kissing his soft head. No one else can pick him up scared he might be carrying around diseases or something, but he loves Y/n because she feeds him and give him attention, but still let's him roam around.

She placed him back on the ground and he stayed with her the entire time she was planting the garden. She could hear a loud exhaust, she looks up seeing Alejandro pulling into the driveway.

Bean stayed by her as Alejandro popped out of his car.

"What's the cat doing here?" He asked.

"He's helping, leave him alone, Alejandro," Alejandro doesn't like the fact that Bean comes around looking for food and attention from Y/n.

"Go shoo-"

"Alejandro!" Y/n smacks her husbands leg. Bean crawled onto Y/n lap as she was still putting seeds into the ground.

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Alejandro sat in a lawn chair with water in his hand as he watched Y/n, she bends over in the dirt planting tomato's next. He watched as her butt was on display in front of him, he couldn't help but smirk.

He gets up and walks behind her, she sees a shadow loom over her. She looks up to him standing over her.

"What?"

"You just look so sexy, all dirty, sweaty, the sun beating on you, you small huffs of breaths...you drive me insane, amor," he bends down kissing her lips, cupping her cheeks to deepen the kiss.

"A-Alejandro, not now...please."

"Tired?" She nods as he chuckles picking her up and taking her into the house.

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5:00PM

Y/n was on the couch on her back using Alejandro's thighs as her personal pillow. She opens her eyes hearing the TV all of a sudden get loud, she rolls on her side facing the TV and watched what he was watching.

He placed his big hand on her waist gently rubbing it, and cooing at her.

"I've been thinking-"

"It' never good when you've been thinking."

"Hey now. I'm serious...I was talking with Rudy the other day and him and his wife are...pregnant..." She looks up at him knowing where this might be going. "I was wondering...if you were ever up for it...we can try?"

"Try," she sits up and looks at him. "With me always being tired, you want me to be even more tired?"

"I love you being tired baby, who cares, I'll be taking care of you anyways with our child. You carrying our child, I think...we could do it," he say, cupping her chin and pulling her into a kiss.

"Are we even ready?"

"I feel like a lot of people ask that, we are financially stable, we have a big house, I work a lot, you work a lot, we save our money all the time, I think we are," he tells her.

"Okay, so...when shall we start?"

"Now," he picks her up taking her into the bedroom.

#colonel alejandro vargas #alejandro cod #alejandro vargas

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𝔸 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕕

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Pairing: Hadir Karim x GN!Reader

Genre: One-shot, pure fluff

Warnings: Reader’s gender is never specified, basically a longer and more one-shot-y version of the original/imagine, quite short

Summary: A quiet and peaceful moment that you and Hadir are now able to share more often now that Urzikstan is free from the Russian army.

Word Count: 500

Based on this imagine I wrote a little while ago (but it’s now a one shot yippeee)

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Urzikstan was finally free, after a long fight and the loss of many good people, Urzikstan was finally free. There was no lingering fear of possible attacks or death. No more thought of ‘what if today is our last day?’ Or ‘what if this is the fight that we die in?’.

It was another morning, without the dread of danger looming over both of your heads. You and Hadir were both laying in bed, there was no immediate need for either of you to get up, not yet anyway. Of course, Hadir still was Lieutenant and the both of you still worked under Farah's command. However, neither of you needed to get up, specifically, get up as early as the two of you were up now, which would have been the usual time that you two would get up when the war between Urzikstan and Russia raged.

It was one of those mornings where you couldn't help but feel completely and utterly lucky that both you and Hadir were alive to live another day, that the two of you could wake up in each other's arms once more. Despite everything the two of you had gone through, despite everything Urzikstan had gone through, the two of you were still standing. Surviving. Living.

It was all anyone could hope for, really. To live. To love. To finally have someone to call theirs. A home to go to. A bed to sleep in. Peace.

With your hand on his cheek, your thumb gently caressing the Lieutenant's cheek ever soft and smooth movements, a once rare occurrence when the two of you were carrying burden upon burden on your shoulders. You could feel as his cheeks moved upwards when his lips were pulled into that sweet smile.

"What are you doing?" He had asked with a low and quiet voice, one that was only for you to hear right now.

Your eyes were glancing upon every single detail on his face, every curve and seemingly flawless feature on his perfect face. You spoke innocently, a small grin of your own spreading across your face. "I'm not doing anything."

A simple lie, one that you had told countless times ever since the short time Urzikstan had been free from the clutches of the Russian army. This 'nothing' that you were doing was a common occurrence, a silent movement to observe and appreciate Hadir, the fact that he was still alive. Breathing, and by your side.

"I'm sure it's nothing." Hadir chuckled out, taking your hand from his cheek, kissing it gently. He looked you in your eyes and his other hand went to the back of your head, holding you closer to him.

You shifted closer to him when you felt him place his hand on the back of your head, his fingers entangling with your hair and stroking it gently. "You have no proof I'm doing anything."

He let out a quiet laugh, laying his forehead against yours, causing the both of your eyes to close. "No, I suppose I don't..."

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Currently working on, what I think, is going to be my longest one-shot that I have made. It's a Cod fantasy AU, with Alex Keller as the love interest.

Let me tell you that I am SO SO SO in love with it currently and it's probably going to, by far, my favourite one-shot publish.

Also, to the Carlisle Cullen request, don't you worry I am working on it, but I am incapable on working on a single thing at the same time, so I am working on that one-shot and also this CoD one as well :)

The Carlisle Cullen one is probably going to be long as heck as well, just like this Alex Keller one, so mostly older drafts will be publish before either of these two one-shots gets released.

Either way, Alex Keller x Reader Fantasy AU is going to be a banger and super bloody long.

Carlisle Cullen one is also going to be long as hell and (hopefully) fights to compete with the Alex Keller one as being the most fun to write

#update post #cod fanfiction #cod #call of duty #Alex Keller #cod alex #cod Alex Keller #call of duty Alex #twilight #twilight oneshot #twilight saga #carlisle cullen twilight #dr carlisle cullen x reader #twilight carlisle x reader #carlisle oneshot #carlisle cullen x reader #Carlisle Cullen #alex keller x reader #alex keller x you

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Hear me out. Hear me out.

F1 x CoD?

I dunno what’s going on but I hear so much about F1 (can’t lie kinda cool) and the ONLY way I will willingly get into something is if I merge it with something else I like.

Thoughts?

#call of duty #cod #cod modern warfare #cod mw1 #cod mw3 #cod mw2 #f1 #f1 fanfic #cod fanfiction

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ℂ 𝕆 𝔻 𝕞 𝕖 𝕟 𝕙 𝕖 𝕒 𝕕 𝕔 𝕒 𝕟 𝕟 𝕠 𝕟 𝕤

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What they do when their s/o passes out

Characters included: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, John ‘Soap’ MacTavish, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, Captain John Price, Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra, Alejandro Vargas

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Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Lieutenant Quick On His Feet here

He’s quick to react when you start to wobble on your feet, or when you start to falter in the speed of your actions.

He stands by your side and either waits for you to pass out or for you to start to feel better.

^ He more so does this if you pass out frequently, if it’s not a common occurrence then he’ll hold onto your arm lightly as if he was support.

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

He’s the type to not expect you to pass out (even if it is an often occurrence and he knows that it is)

The minute he realised you’ve passed out, you’re legs have given up and he’s already cursing out trying to catch you before you hit the ground

Now, don’t worry for he is a sergeant and his reflexes are pretty good (most of the time). You’ve never actually injured yourself because he might have been a little too delayed in catching you

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Not as quick as Ghost in a way that Ghost is able to catch you before you hit the ground.

Gaz obviously isn’t about to let you hit your head, but it is a delayed reaction from him to the point where your knees have already given in and are about to hit the ground

He sits in the floor with you, your head on his lap if you’ve passed out once he gets to you.

He’d brush the hair from your face and quietly whisper that he’s there for you and that you’re okay, even if you can’t hear him and wait for your eyes to open again.

It’s a 50/50 chance you open your eyes to see a half-calm, half-panicked look on his face, or a opening your eyes to see him calm (but there’s something in his eyes that tells you his mf heart dropped).

Captain John Price

If you pass out when the two of you are at home, then he’s picking you up and setting you down on the sofa or bed (depending on where you passed out)

He’s mostly quick, like Ghost, because he rushes over when you give the slightest indication you’re about to pass out

You can thank the military for his wariness, but his wariness for you is a totally different thing

Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra

Quick just like the others (I know this sounds like a damn broken record with the amount of times I’ve wrote this), however, unlike the others the concern on his face is as clear as day. No point in hiding it, you know he cares enough about you

When you wake up again, he’s asking if you want anything, like if you have low iron he’s asking if he can get you anything to eat that might remedy that. It was because of the heat? Okay, he’s so fucking quick to ask if you need a drink.

Even if you don’t need a drink, or food, he’s grabbing it regardless. He cares so much about your well being, you wonder if he cares more about it than you do

Alejandro Vargas

Has a little mini heart attack. And (if you pass out regularly) even asks you if you’re trying to kill him with the amount of times you pass out

If it’s a less occurring thing, he’s less obligated to try and pick out little signs that you might pass out (because he wouldn’t really need to)

But if you pass out often, he is so quick to realise when you are feeling even slightly dizzy, or the first to realise when you’re stalling in your movements, sometime even before you realise!

This mf is like a mind reader too, it’s like he just knows. You don’t even have to say anything and he’s ushering for you to sit down before you pass out, hands on your sides as if you can’t walk without him

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local-crying-boy · 16 days

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John Price X Nikolai X Fem!Reader

𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭

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Pairing: John Price X Nikolai X Fem!Reader

Genre: One-shot, smut

Warnings: choking, smut, threesome, no specified pronouns but p in v sex

Summary: John and Nikolai get back from deployment and they have missed you greatly

Word Count: 352

A/n: A short one since I can’t be assed to write a whole smut, but I couldn’t get this out of my head :)

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You weren’t surprised when Nikolai and John came home overly affectionate, you never really were. It was not out of the usual when the pair of them came home after long days or busy days, hands immediately heading for your body, lips peppering soft kisses all over your face.

So, of course, when you ended up in bed, Nikolai behind you and Price in front of you, you were not surprised.

It didn’t take all that long either. Quick and meaningful kisses in between all the ‘I missed you’s and ‘I love you’s, gentle hands running along your body as you hugged, undoubtedly and inevitably turned into sloppy kisses, gentle hands turning into groping and harsh grabbing.

It was only a matter of time when you would end up in bed with them, just like you did most of the time.

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“Ah, fuck…” You whimpered out quietly, head hung back on Nikolai’s shoulder, his hand was around your neck as the other one squeezed your breast.

You could feel John slowly thrust in and out of you from the front, a hand grabbing and squeezing your breast as the other one rubbed and fondled with your thigh. Your long, soft moans only encouraged John to continue the unhurried rocking of his cock in your wet pussy.

Nikolai shushed you quietly, his lips just by your ear, the hushed noise sent shivers down your spine. “Relax, моя любовь…”

Although his words were to encourage you to stop your body from shaking and squirming, John’s slow thrusts only caused you to become more impatient, even more squirmy.

“You’re just perfect for us.” John groaned out against your lips as he leaned in, before planting soft and gently kissed your lips. “Just… perfect, all for us.”

You heard the gravelly, deep voice of Nikolai’s in your ear, his accent only causing chills down your spine with the mixture of the Russian accent and his deep voice. “C’mon, Любовь… Relax for us..”

“F-fffuck..” You breathed out once Nikolai’s grip around got tighter, not too much that it restricted you from breathing, but enough to make you lightheaded.

#call of duty #call of duty fanfic #call of duty fanfiction #cod #cod nikolai #cod price #cod fanfic #cod fanfiction #captain price #captain john price #john price #nikolai x reader #nikolai belinski #call of duty nikolai #cod modern warfare #call of duty x reader #cod mw3 #cod x reader

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local-crying-boy · 18 days

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STOP I LOVE TEEN!141 AND PARENT NIK AND PRICE XJEKDNDM

Nik: *typing on a laptop while laying in bed*

Teen!Ghost: *opens the bedroom door, wearing full hunting camo including a mask*

Nik: *looks up and snorts when he sees him*

Teen!Ghost: *gets on the floor and army crawls towards the bed*

Nik, laughing: малыш what are you doing??

Teen!Ghost: *says nothing as he stops next to the bed, reaching his hand up and blindly looking for Nik’s wallet on the nightstand*

Nik: Why- Why are you- *snorts*

Teen!Ghost: *grabs Nik’s wallet before he sits up and looks through it, pulling out his credit card before dramatically snapping the wallet shut and dropping it back on the nightstand*

Nik, wheezing: You could’ve just asked

Teen!Ghost: *flops back onto the floor and wiggles back across the floor to the door*

Nik: *laughs loudly*

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Farah: Can you all stop behaving like… MEN

Alex, Ghost, Gaz, & Soap: *stare at her*

Alex, quietly: How dare you-

Ghost: Don’t say that. We’re bad bitches, you can’t be a bad bitch and be behaving like a man

Farah: Well, I can say for certainty that you are NOT bad bitches

Gaz & Soap: *gasp*

Price: … what language is this?

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*the Price family at the park*

Price: What a lovely day… too lovely. Simon!

Teen!Ghost: *standing by the pond, slowly turning to look at Price*

Price: What are you doing?

Teen!Ghost: Enjoying nature like a good, respectable child?

Price: Put the ducklings back

Teen!Ghost, pulling out two ducklings from his hoodie pocket: THEIR MOTHER DOESN’T CARE ABOUT THEM-

Price: PUT THEM BACK

Teen!Gaz: *quickly walks to the car with a cat stuffed in his jacket*

Price: KYLE-

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Soap: Damn- Why are you so big?

König: I’m radioactive

Soap:

König: Like Godzilla

Soap:

König, dryly: Roar

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