For your td requests, is it only chris you're taking requests for?
helloo!!
i take requests for other characters, tooš. i just mainly write about chriss
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ur whole acct is so cute omg
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i love you and your account and how you write so much thank you babyššš«¶!!
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Kƶnig: (is recklessly driving like he has 9 lives)
Y/N: Dude, slow down!
Kƶnig: (car heavily bumps into something)
Y/N: ā¦
Kƶnig: Did I just run over a cat..?
Y/N: No. It was a dog to be exact, Kƶnig.
Kƶnig: Phew, thank God.
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How 141 As Teachers Would React To You Calling Them By Their First Name
Simon: would probably ignore you/pretend not to hear until you finally address him properly
Gaz: Wouldnāt really mind or would say āHow can I help you, Mr/Miss L/N?ā
Soap: āI think you meant Mr MacTavish?ā//āFor you, thatād be Mr MacTavish.ā
Price: Is honestly startled so he hides his nervous-laugh before scolding youš
How TF141 Would Be As Teachers
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Headcanons of Dating Ghost PT.3
ā: Fun fact, part one is on 600+ NOTES??? HOLY SHIT?!? THANK YāALL SO MUCHš!!! (You donāt need to read the other parts to read this one)
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ā”Summary: Wholesome headcanons of dating Ghost PT.3 <3
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Bf!Ghost loves seeing you wear his clothes. Although you practically own or have worn at least half of his wardrobe, he still gets that same content feeling that surges throughout his body when he sees you lounging in one of his t-shirts. They looked way baggier on you, but that makes it even better. No matter what youāre wearing, heāll always do a double take, smile, and say:
āIt looks cuter on you, keep it.ā
Bf!Ghost never backs down from his light hearted pranks, no matter what day, season or time it is. Halloween was coming up and he remembered that uncannily misplaced skeleton prop in your garage, slowly withering away as other things piled on top of it. Compared to how it was originally bought, it honestly looked ten times scarier. The quality was worn out and old, perfect for the prank he was about to play on you.
He stood at the end of the dimly lit corridor, calling out your name like he needed your help with a favour.
āY/N?ā he said, trying to contain his laughter by clearing his throat.
āHmm?ā
āCāmere for a sec, āneed yer help with something.ā
You turned your corridorās lights on before making your way to where his voice was, before you made the final turn he held the flimsy skeleton prop out which admittedly scared you half to death.
āBoo.ā
āAhhh,ā you replied, trying to mask how genuinely scared you were with his thoughtless prank. He saw how scared you were, even if it was very, very brief.
āThe skeleton checks out,ā you quipped, rolling your eyes.
Bf!Ghost always ties your shoe laces for you. Always. Itās honestly became a tradition for whenever you guys go out.
āYou ready to go?ā you asked, kneeling down to slip on your Jordanās.
āWait, I forgot something.ā
You expected him to make a quick trip upstairs to grab whatever he forgot, but he suddenly knelt down in front of you, catching you off guard for a second until you realised what he was doing.
You stood up, smiling down at him as he effortlessly tied your shoes.
āAw, such a gentlemen.ā
You always tease him for his officious habits, just like how he always keeps them up.
Bf!Ghost is used to solving your unserious petty arguments with pillow fights. Upon hearing a satirical remark from him, youād grab any nearby pillow and thwack his face with it. He would grab a pillow and use it to shield his face before you guys have a blast with pillows. They always start off with teasing before they gradually grow in competitiveness. Heās fully aware he can easily win each and every single time but he still acts defeated so you can win. But you still are pretty good at beating people with pillowsā¦ is that something he should be taking note of?
āThatās it, let it all out.ā He teased, still using a pillow as a shield whilst flailing it at you.
Bf!Ghost draws on your arm/thigh when heās bored.
āYāknow ink poison is a thing, right?ā you asked, still closely watching as he draws an intricate flower on your arm.
āEhā¦ youāll live, dove.ā
The drawings are honestly impressive, you kind of want to keep them on - possibly get them tattooed just to surprise him and catch his reaction. Theyāll be worth the ink poisoning, anyways.
Bf!Ghost canāt go to bed knowing youāre upset with him. He will not go to sleep until heās forgiven or if he sees you smile, literally. He knows youāre unaware of how many nights heās kept himself up just because you wouldnāt talk to him and he plans on keeping it that way. He doesnāt even know why he does it, itās just his guilty consciousness gnawing at him.
Bf!Ghost tickles you just so hear you laugh - itās always out of nowhere, too. You could be in bed together as heās resting his head on your stomach and out of nowhere heād turn to face you. You curiously peer at him. His fingers make way to your stomach and start mercilessly tickling you and youāre suddenly dying from all the giggles and laughter,
āSimon!ā you exclaimed through chuckles, trying to clutch onto your stomach whilst floundering his hands off.
Bf!Ghost has only one collection: his beloved teacup collection, of course. You decided to ironically gift him a skeleton cup you saw when you were shopping. God, if you only knew how much that flimsy cup with that cute little chibi cartoon style skeleton waving a British flag around meant to him.
Itās his go to cup each time he drinks tea, which is everyday. If any of his lads comes over and heās casually sipping his tea, he never fails to mention how you got it.
āThe misses got me this,ā or something along those lines. He completely abandoned his other ones, this was just his signature cup.
Bf!Ghost has his occasional late night cravings, some weird, some not. But heās just continually found himself having them and each time itās at night. Heās not one to typically participate in British stereotypes, wellā¦ sometimes. But the urge for a good olā beans on toast was starting to get irrepressible. You were willing to try some, too. It honestly wasnāt even bad - in fact, it was good. You added some cheese on yours for the sake of the exquisiteness, so did he. You guys also mix any drinks you have together like odd scientists taking āshotsā.
Bf!Ghost was trying his very hardest to keep quiet as you took a nap on him. He was a light sleeper, it was only natural to assume everyone else was. Heād inherently hold his breath every now and then whilst keeping his body meticulously still. When he felt faint and dizzy, thatās when he knew about his involuntary breath holding. Little did he know, you were deep in sleep. There could be a boisterous, off-beat 80s band playing and you would still be knocked out.
Bf!Ghost had a long, dreadful day - so did you. You were both burned out and feeling so overstimulated from the lingering buzz of people and their loud conversations and the dizziness from somehow feeling faint. When you have days like this, youād silently endure in each otherās company, laying with each other in bed with a comfortable tranquility. Youād just appreciate each other being there as his warm hands are wrapped around you. You were both feeling unbothered. but the only person you could both bare seeing at the moment was each other.
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Hobie: Oi, why you disrespecting me bruv?
Noir: My mistake, original gangster.
Hobie: No, this cannot be forgiven. Now, empty the compartments of your pantaloons.
Noir: For what purpose?
Hobie: And discard of your footwear as well.
Noir: FOR WHAT PURPOSE?!
Hobie: In fact, I am equipped to summon the one casually known as Miguel on thy buffoon self.
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Bf!Gaz walked in on you sleeping on your raw mattress; no bedsheet in sight. You were in the middle of deep cleaning the house for when he was going to return from deployment, wiping every crevice, doing the laundry and cleaning then changing everything out - but you were exhausted from sleepless nights of missing him whilst changing the bedsheet and just passed out whilst doing the task at hand. So, he finishes everything up for you, cleaning, cooking and even finishing up that bedsheet.
You woke up still tired, surprised then overwhelmed with joy.
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Dom Male reader with Chris McLean smut?
Dom!Male!Reader x Sub!Chris McLean
ā: i lowkey forgor about this ask in my inbox cus i donāt really be checking it nglā¦ SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG LIKE LITERALLYš.
ā”Summary: Bf!ChrisMcLean with a dominant boyfriend. (Reader)
Warnings: Very smutty, minors skedaddle! Degrading, praising kink, spanking, jealousy, Chris kinda being a whore.
āāā ļ½„ ļ½”ļ¾ā: *.ā½ .* :āļ¾. āāā
Dom!Reader loves reducing poor, poor Chris to merely nothing but a whimpering mess. You almost laugh at the way heās all big-talk and tough on his show, and the way he effortlessly fronts this sturdy image in front of others, but when itās just you two youāll easily have him squirming and pleading underneath you - begging for more and your mercy.
Dom!Reader couldnāt help but notice Chris flirting with other men; for their attention and your reaction. Either nodding along and sweetly batting his eyelashes at them whenever they spoke or holding their hands for way longer then whatās typically appropriate if they were handing him something. These men would almost always entertain his antics and theyāve just unwillingly met their sworn enemies for life - you. You glared holes into the back of their skull, impatiently tap your foot and wait for them to finish their prolonged, meaningless small talk or youād passive aggressively clear your throat at them, reminding them of your clearly disregarded presence. He was yours, you needed him to know that. So, as soon as itās just you two, you jump at the opportunity to make him suck your cock clean from base to tip, a punishment for when he misbehaves or acts up to show him whoās in charge.
āTell me you wonāt pull some stupid shit like that again,ā you irritably huffed, lifting his head up from your glistening, throbbing cock with a handful of his hair in your grasp.
āI promise,ā he mindlessly babbled, wiping some of the precum that trickled down the side of his face with his thumb.
āYou promise, what?ā you asked expectedly, further turning his head to make him meet your cold, sultry gaze.
āI promise, sir.ā
Dom!Reader loves the sweet sounds of Chrisās needy whines, moans and whimpers. You mercilessly rutted your hard cock into him as he helplessly arches his back, clawing his fingers into whatever fabric is underneath him. Youād hold his flimsy back up that seemingly gave out with each second that passed, supporting him by his hips and giving you more access to pound into him.
āSo close,ā you praised, talking over his endless pleading, ākeep taking me like the good boy you are.ā You loved it when he kept his back in a pretty arch all for you to use as your seed filled him to the brim. He weakly shoved his face into your mattress; trying to muffle his grunts.
Your gruff and exasperated voice praising him always got him off, making him cum pathetically fast.
Dom!Reader has to punish Chris for being so comfortable with those male bartenders nearly every time you guys go clubbing. You pushed him onto your bed, pinning his body underneath you.
āI didnāt meant it like that, I promise. I was only being friendly to him,ā he said, giggling, alcohol tinged into his breath as he spoke.
āOh, really now?ā you asked, amusement heavy in your tone. Your lips forcefully collided with his as you cupped the back of his head, pulling him in closer. Sometimes, you needed to kiss the attitude and stupidity out of his mouth. You pulled him in even closer than before, making this kiss even more passionate and intense by tenfold. You both took sultry breathing breaks amidst kisses, deeply holding onto one another for leverage as you practically attacked each other with your tongues - each one battling for dominance. His was more drowsy from all those copious shots that evidently got to his head.
Dom!Readerās favourite way of punishing and teasing Chris was having him bent over your lap so you could spank him whenever he misbehaved, leaving him sore with red marks as uncontainable tears pricked at his eyes. You ignored his helpless cries and pleads, in fact - they would only fuel you to be more passionate and harsh with each spank, leaving him more tender than the last one did.
āThis oneās for being such a needy whore,ā you asserted, striking at his sore, reddened ass yet again with the flat of your palm.
āPlease, Iāmā sorry, Iām sorry,ā he pleaded, writhing around in your stronghold.
You tried your hardest to ignore the hard-ons you got from seeing Chris of all people so vulnerable and needy by continuing to ruthlessly strike him over and over again, giving him a lesson heās bound to never forget. Just as you decided to stop, having a pitiable amount of mercy on him, you slowly and lightly began caressing his poor and sensitive ass, catching him off guard but making him feel immensely more relieved at the luxury of not being in a constant stinging and rousing pain.
āIāll stop if you just fuckinā behave every once in a while,ā you professed, still rubbing soft circles on his ass, feeling some sympathy for him. But you were met with a silence from his end as he was still recovering from the aftershock of the pain. Because of his silence, you continued. He flinched at the sudden revisited pain and the daunting realising that he had to endure this relentless torture yet again for the next few minutes.
āDonāt think Iām letting you off so easily now, huh?ā
Dom!Reader noticed Chrisās sulky demeanour and pouty lips after heās been spanked. You couldnāt help but think of all the sinful ways you could use those pretty, pouty lips. Either parting them with your fingers and force him to suck on them just to get off at the sight of him gagging on them and his drool trickled down them or make him gag on and suck your cock all over again. Heād desperately whimper as you make him suck more of your dick by bucking your hips up, make him gag at the sudden movements. Heād suck on your sensitive tip at the perfect amount of pressure and still lap up and swallow all your cum, just for you.
āPutting that cocky mouth to good use, arenāt you, pet?ā you asked, grinning, wiping his tears away with your thumb.
Dom!Reader laughs at Chrisās failed attempts of him trying to be dominant, too. Heād back you into a wall, trap you into his arms and try his best to look intimidating. The only thing he looked at best was cute. He still had to look up to meet your gaze, and you were both fully aware that you could easily have him left with tears dribbling down his face as he quivers from all the soreness in the sensitive areas. It doesnāt even matter if youāre praising or degrading him, heās always going to be the one begging.
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Bf!Ghost x Cat!Mom!Reader
ā: this is for my cat moms out there
ā”Summary: Bf!Ghost meets and adapts to your furry friends.
Bf!Ghost watched as you lined all your cats up for a roll call. They peered at the towering, bulky man standing before them as their eyes instantaneously dilated like black marbles. Your cats who were more on the more defensive side slightly shied away from him - downturning their ears and keeping their heads low.
āSo, hereās Coco,ā you began, gesturing at the small, dark brown kitten who was comfortably tucked away into a kitten loaf. āHereās Bambi - you can easily remember her ācuz Bambiās a very fluffy fatty,ā in which she was - a round, white, furry ragdoll. She kept her gaze intently fixed onto Simon, like if she were to look away heād suddenly disappear. āThis is Rocky, and thatās Benjamināā
āBenjamin?ā he asked, his expression suddenly growing in amusement.
āItās a long story, okay?ā you groaned, playfully nudging him for mocking your precious babyās name. āItās complicated. But, she is in fact a girl and itās Benny for short.ā
Nodding along to your words whenever you spoke, he felt obscurely intrigued by the cats displayed in front of him. He never thought heād be willingly standing in the same room as a cat - let alone multiple cats being the massive dog person he is. The dogs he were familiar with ranged from big and tough ones or soft and cuddly ones, like Golden Retrievers and many others.
āAnd thenā¦ thereās Milo.ā You finished, pointing at blank air, āheās always hiding when guests are over. Iād be surprised if you even get to see what he looks like in person,ā you giggled, amused with the thought of Simon never getting to meet who you sent him pictures and videos of the most; either if it was Milo doing silly things in the silliest of places or random videos of him. He had dark, indistinguishable fur, so he can easily hide and observe others from a distance and go unnoticed like a cute shadow.
Bf!Ghost didnāt really plan on interacting with your cats despite how adorable they were. They didnāt really want to interact with him, either. Itās a win-win. It was like they were fearful to go up to him, but in all honestly, he doesnāt bite. Everyone else but Bambi understood this, she never shies away from being a friendly, clingy extrovert; sheād rub her whiskers against his ankles and purr into him as if she was making her mark on him, indirectly claiming him as her second owner. The moment you werenāt in the room, they all seemingly scattered away like a harsh wind was being blown on sand.
He couldnāt help but be astonished with the thought of how much time you must commit into all the feeding, petting, cleaning or changing their ādoo-doo boxesā, (as you simply put it). Even their toys, food packets and cave beds are organised - and theyāre well behaved. They rarely fight or quarrel with each other or cats that theyāre unfamiliar with. He even remembers seeing Rocky playing outside with some random cat. He shared his tuna snack with them, as well as kindly befriending them. You had incredible motherly skills when it came to that massive, ever-growing kitten family.
Bf!Ghost has a sleek black sketchbook where he draws hyper-realistic wild animals in his free time. Theyāre all very high in detail and quality, he only uses a mechanical pencil or a scarce amount of materials when he draws. Drawing was an effective and productive distraction from all else. The contents inside where more on the edgier side; menacing skulls, roaring bears, large lions - things along those lines. Being the artist he was, he noticed how still your cats could be despite their energetic outbursts. They were always calm and still in the cutest of poses like the kitty loaf or when they poke their bellies out when stretching. He couldnāt help but draw Coco who was sleeping on your living room carpet, freely extending her limbs out with her eyes closed as she endearingly purred to herself. Her snout was in a cutely shaped w, like she was warmly smiling. She was basically an adorable muse that was longing to be drawn, and so he got to work, darting his gaze between his sketchbook and Cocoās restated state, methodically stroking lines with his pencil his sketchbookās high-quality paper. He tried his best to capture her cuteness, like a photographer who just copy and pasted the kitten onto paper - and all with a pencil and a spare amount of time. He was now a professional printer who drew your kittens quite often. But, they all looked so out of place amongst the sketchbookās general theme. For one page you could get an ominous wolf or a dark, sinister raven, the next page you get a wholesome sketch of Bambi snuggling Benny, adorably falling asleep in each otherās warmth with hearts around it. Everyone else in the cat family had been drawnā¦ except for Milo. He hasnāt even seen him up close, the closest thing Simonās gotten to him is the sound of his anxious footsteps scurrying away from areas he picked up on Simonās lingering scent.
Bf!Ghost got your cats to gradually open up to him, it was a more of a tedious process for Milo, though. He couldnāt help but want to pet them. They slightly flinched the first times heād touch them, but they still mutually endured in the feeling of his hands enveloped around and gently stroked them. His clothes would be stained in their fur after, but he doesnāt really mind it as heās too busy living in the moment. The way they closed their eyes, purred and melted into his touch and softly vibrated was all too worth it. You love taking in the sight of him being so adoring with them, despite him being very keen on dogs rather than cats.
He befriended everyone else, but he was still left defeated - he needed the last family member to come say hello to him. Heād crouch down next to the cupboard, where Milo was hiding under, and softly coo to him like he could actually understand a word he was saying,
āāts alright, buddy, ām not gonna hurt ya,ā he teased one of the rat toys in his hand under the cupboardās gap, hoping to at least catch a glimpse of his paw reaching out to try claw at it but the only thing he got in response was Miloās nervous footsteps further rummaging into the darkness for protection.
Bf!Ghost went out of his way to buy tuna treats, mostly for trying to teach them tricks as a satirical experiment. But heād fail about each and every time, sigh in defeat before giving them the tuna snack, just for being ineffably cute and greedily meowing at the mere scent of it. Their eyes always curiously dilated and heads would slightly crooked to the side, being confused at the British man crouching down besides them, repeating āSiitttt, cāmon. Sit,ā whilst wagging the treat in the air as an offer for their compliance. He gave up with the in vain tricks and tried fetch. He tossed one of their toys across the room, whenever one of them got it theyād zealously claw at it with their sharp teeth. He expectedly waved the snack around, expecting them to return with the toy in their mouth.
Long story short, it never works.
That was until you were watching. He promised you that Rocky knew how to play fetch, knowing that he would only sink his paws into the toy thatās been thrown instead of returning it.
Rocky ran towards the tossed toy, briefly clawed at it, then somehow returned with it in his mouth, nearly dropping it on the way.
āI never knew Rocky was such a good boy!ā you exclaimed, astonishment heavy in your tone. You knelt down besides him and contently pet his multi-coloured beige and brown fur for his supernatural achievement.
Simon was honestly shocked. After all his attempts, all it took was for you to be there so it to actually work. He casually played this off like he taught them how to play fetch with a smug expression.
āYeah, they learnt from the best.ā He teased, gesturing to himself like heās made the decadeās biggest discovery.
Bf!Ghost would gently ruff your kitties fur and subconsciously say, āWhoās a good kitten? Whoās the cutest kitten?ā as he did. Even though his petting style was akin to how youād pet a dog, he was still super soft and gentle in doing so. He just canāt help but express his dog person personality, even with cats.
Bf!Ghost is used a human bed by these cats. They playfully squabble over who gets to sleep on Simon or whoās turn it was, jumping on his lap for attention or meowing in front of him, demanding pets and praises.
The most precious moment heās had so far is when both Benny and Coco fell asleep on him at the same time without disputing; they were both too still, warm and tired.
Bf!Ghost was having a movie night with you. In the corner of his eye, he saw a tiny, dark critter moving around. He just dismissed it, assuming it was just Bambi who would just meow for him to pet her again. That was until he noticed that he hasnāt seen this curious creature before.
Lo and beholdā¦ Milo. Here he was, living and breathing, standing right in front him. He turned to you, checking if you were witnessing this as well, but you were already half asleep and on the verge of dozing off right on your couch. Milo leapt and curled onto his lap, warmly purring. He shot you another unsure look, knowing damn well that when you woke up and if he were to tell you about this, you wouldnāt believe him for a second. But, Simon gladly gave into him, feeling a sense of achievement whilst petting Miloās short, slick and dark fur. His in vain attempts of getting him to come meet him finally deterred. He fondly smiled to himself and the timid kitten curled up before him.
Bf!Ghost has finally met your whole kitten family, sharing wholesome, funny and rather confusing moments together. The thought of petting so many cats in such a short period of time never crossed his mind - let alone befriending and growing bonds with them. Itās like he became a part of you guys. You, the organised and caring mother. Your cats, great snuggle buddies for when youāre having sleeping troubles and also your adorable children youād do anything to protect and care for and Simon, the newest addition and āfarther figureā of this family.
A/N: I had so much fun writing this, Iāll drop a Kƶnig version later for sureš!!
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Headcanons of Dating Spider Noir
ā: Iām going to drop so many Spider Noir blogs from now you have no idea (as well as Ghostā¦ from CODš)
ā”Summary: Headcanons of dating Spider Noir !!<3
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Bf!Noir is more on the traditional and old fashioned side, and itās the cutest thing ever. He doesnāt miss a beat to knock on your door when itās Valentineās day, wearing his best cologne and suit, making his best efforts to look as presentable as possible with a vibrant bouquet, a romantic letter and a box of your favourite chocolates. It makes you fall in love with him more and more by the minute. Itās another one of the things you love most about him. Heās also the type of traditional to open the car door for you, say āladies firstā or put an arm on your shoulder/waist to guide you through bustling crowds.
Bf!Noir makes frequent check ups. Heās a tad bit inconsistent with his timing but heāll usually come late, like noon or night. He doesnāt show up too much to come off as clingy and not too less to seem redundant. He couldnāt help but care for your well-being. If you were to text him, heād arrive at your front door as soon as possible.
You just finished changing into your pyjamas, got your snacks and a snug blanket. You were planning on putting on a movie before going to bed. Your window somehow opened and closed, like it had a mind of itās own. This didnāt catch you off guard, you were used to this.
āWhat are we watching?ā Noir asked, sitting besides and wrapping an arm around you. You rested your head on his shoulder as you skimmed over your Netflix watch list.
Noir doing his weekly and partially late check ups was nothing new to you. He felt a vague sense of relief when he saw you with no bruises, cuts or injuries as he canāt forgive himself each and every time se saw you hurt, even if it wasnāt his fault.
Bf!Noir gave you gifts, this soon became was a mutual thing, where gift receiving was your guysās love language. He rarely asks for what you want when he gets you them, he just has this divine intuition when it comes to it. You always follow up with a, āHoly shit, how did you know?ā or āIāve been wanting this for decades,ā as you happily took whatever he was presenting you with and embracing him in a tight hug, peppering his face in kisses. Most of the time, heā buys you things because it made him think about you. He restricts himself from doing this every single time he looks at something and youāre his first thought, because then youād have never-ending heaps and heaps of products, clothes, items and expensive gifts. He just loves spoiling you.
Bf!Noir enjoys and is grateful each and every time you made him dinner whenever you knew he was going to come around. He always had the same amount of gratitude, and if not, heād show even more than the before when eating your cooking.
Bf!Noir took note of your little āhat thief habitā where youād take and wear his dark detective hat whenever he came over. He thinks it looks cuter on you, anyways. It slowly became akin to a tradition, and you couldnāt help but do a posh, plummy upper class accent if you were wearing it.
This one time he forgot it at yours. Later on, he came over to collect it upon realising. When you answered the door you playfully tilted it down at him in greetings and grinned at him for the sole purpose of teasing him.
āLookinā smart, detective L/N.ā He chuckled, taking it from you and placing it on his head.
Bf!Noir is a committed man, heās committed to you and his work. He has a good balance between those two things. Youāre still and always going to be his number one priority; he loves and would drop everything just to protect you.
Bf!Noir had to warm up to the iPhone and other modern day technology, and he did so with you.
He was bored, you were bored. You guys started exchanging messages. These messages slowly transitioned into you guys playing satirical games amongst yourselves before you came up with the idea of playing a lighthearted game involving emojis. Heās not used to these tiny, cute pictograms on his keyboard. Theyāre all so colourful and brightā¦ and cute!
Y/N: šŗš½šlol they have cute kitty faces too !!
Noir: šŖWhen would anyone use this in your typical day to day conversation? šŖ
or this oneā¦
Y/N: ššši canātt
Noir: Whatās wrong, Y/N? Did something happen? What does that crying face mean. Should I come over?
Y/N: Peter.
(Noir reacted š¤ to your message).
And when he finally warmed up and got used to things, you guys played this emoji story game; making elaborate stories with emojis and taking turns guessing the storyline - which he was unsurprisingly good at no matter how vague or hard you tried making them.
Bf!Noir loves a good brain-teaser; making him an overly skilled āpuzzle mastermindā.
You found this large jigsaw puzzle in your garage and laid it out in your coffee table, determined to finish it. It was conveniently misplaced as you were trying to find something productive to pass time, anyways. The pieces were fairly small, and there was a ton of them. As you poured them out onto your tables surface, you couldnāt help but mentally reconsider doing this as you listened to the nonstop clattering of them falling and pouring, like a never ending waterfall of puzzle pieces.
Fortunately, you invited Noir over not too long ago - before you even started doing this. He was met with the sight of you trying to solve a Paris themed jigsaw, you only got around to some of the corner pieces in about five minutes.
āWhat do we have here?ā he asked, taking his black trench coat off before settling down besides you.
You explained your need for āa good brain exerciseā as your hands and gaze were still hyper-focusing still trying to fit some pieces onto others. He reached his hand out, subconsciously helping you in doing so like itās just in his nature. He effortlessly found their proper places in lightning speed.
āI know youāre gonna finish it anyways,ā you giggled, watching how quick he was working.
āProbably not. Iām only doing a few, anyways,ā he said, contradictory to how he finished the entire thing before he or you even realised it.
You both laughed off his witty habits before admiring the jigsaw masterpiece of the Eiffel Tower. He made a memorable promise to you, gently cupping your face and meeting your gaze before saying it. He promised he would actually take you to Paris one day to make up for it. And how that he would take you to see the whole world together before planting a soft kiss on your head through his mask. You guys spent the rest of your time together zealously discussing countries on your bucket list.
Bf!Noir takes you to fancy dinners. He admired the sight of you, the warm restaurant lights shadowed you in a beautiful glow as you skimmed over the extravagant menu, looking as gorgeous as ever in doing so. Heād listen to you and whatever soft jazz that faintly buzzed through the restaurantās atmosphere as you both enjoyed each otherās company.
Bf!Noir loves taking you to his house every now and then. Itās size was comparable to a mansion; a dark, mysterious mansion. It honestly reflected him quite well. The overall colours were monotone and dark - although there were subtle splashes of colour here and there. Everything you can think of is in there - even a library. Thereās intricate details on his staircaseās banister, an office that he takes great pride in and spends most of his time in and lavish painting peppered around the walls. He seldom lets people into the safety of his house, so him letting you come over felt amazing - it felt amazing knowing he could trust you so much. He always feels the need to wipe down every single crevice before you come over, despite him already being super organised.
Bf!Noir was smoking a dimly lit cigarette as you both admired the tranquil city at night from your balcony. He blew his smoke away from you, subtly turning his head and parting his lips away from you as he puffed it out. You both listened to the wind, the faint honks from cars, vehicles zooming past and watched the city lights illuminate buildings like twinkling stars. It was all such a perfect, intimate and calm moment. You gestured for him to lend you a cigarette. He took the one in his mouth out and offered it to you - you took it and giggled at his antics.
āI had another pack, I swear,ā he chucked, not even trying to hide the smirk on his face.
Masterlist
(Masterlist includes the Call Of Duty versions for headcanons of dating characters + other fandoms).
TOP ONES!!!
Headcanons of dating Ghost
Headcanons of dating Kƶnig
Headcanons of dating Price
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Busy thinking about submissive doggy Kƶnig.
You guys made a lighthearted, satire bet that slowly got serious and competitive; whoever loses had to be the ādog of the dayā.
He knew he was going to win.
ā¦he didnāt.
This is basically torture for him - torture that he has to endure for the next 6 hours.
Doggy!Kƶnig has a massive praising kink. He would never admit to the hard one he gets as heās on his knees whilst you ruff his hair, petting him like heās a dog.
āGood boy, whoās a good boy? You are, yes you are! Yes you are!ā
Doggy!Kƶnigās face flushed as he shies his gaze away from you upon realising how pathetic this all was. Youād cup his head and turn it your way; make him look at you.
Doggy!Kƶnig who was spoon fed everything like heās an incompetent child, even if he only wants a snack. This man eats a lot - a lot, I mean just look at the size of him. Your arm ends up being sore from all the spoon-feeding.
Doggy!Kƶnig came in his pants after you were non-stop praising and touching him. You didnāt even think much of it in the moment. To you, this was all just a wholesome and playful game. He felt pathetic, he was trying so hard not to, he swears !! He hated how his cock pathetically twitched in his pants and how he made poor attempts at trying to hide it from you.
Poor thingā¦
Doggy!Kƶnig gets sent to timeout when he talks and isnāt barking to get your attention, or if he isnāt constantly on his hands and knees for you. He tried protesting that this was getting too out of hand, you shushed him by placing a finger on his lips, gave him more time for talking and shooed him away. He rolled his eyes and sulked, deeply regretting all his life decisions that led him to this moment as he moped in the ānaughty cornerā.
Doggy!Kƶnig hated the leash. Youād tug at it, usher for him to bark as he tells you heās a good boy - heāll be a good boy for you. He couldnāt stand seeing you being all pouty if he refused to soā¦
Doggy!Kƶnig wants to do nothing more than to rip off the dumb dog ears on his head and the flimsy collar encircling his neck. It was like a constant reminder of how malleable he was being right now. He was a tough and large man. Now, heās over here kneeling in front of you. And for the first time ever, he had to pathetically look up to meet your gaze.
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Alejandro: Bitch, whatās for dinner??
Y/N: ā¦Pasta.
Alejandro: ā¦
Y/N: Sorry I-
Alejandro: (honestly looks offended)
Alejandro: If I ever talk to you again, smack the shit out of me. Do you understand?
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COD Characters as Cats
This is all true, Iām a firsthand witness !!
Simon
Russian Blue Cat
Soap
Scottish Fold Cat
Price
Norwegian Forest Cat
Gaz
Sokoke Cat
Valeria
Korat Cat
Horangi
Toyger Cat
Kƶnig
Bombay Cat
Keegan
Havana Brown Cat
Alejandro
Burmese Cat
Alex
Ragdoll Cat
A/N: The Russian blue cat for Simon is especially true, it takes time for them to get used to people or surroundings theyāre unfamiliar with - them bitches is super fast too :( but they give a good cuddle!! and they donāt really socialise with the other kitties, but when theyāre ready theyāll come say hi or share their food :)) but not too much cus they greedy asfš. ok bye,, mwah !!
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