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raccoongrippers · 2 months

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Okay, so –

I felt like being in a silly goofy mood, and I can not get any of this shit out in the world that is my life, so I'mma just dump it in here as a Simon Riley x gn!reader fic. Yeah, dumb, sure, but I just neeeeeeded to do this. Bear with me here.

Uhhhhhh... There shouldn't be any TWs in here, just enjoy. It's just silly goofy shiznit.

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It was a slow day, to be blunt. Not much but paperwork was done at the 141 base, so it was..boring. There were no missions other than the ones that had been going on from days prior, and even then none of the people left at base were very involved in them.

To say you were restless was most definitely an understatement – at the end of the day, you were practically bouncing off the walls from all your pent up energy. No one had the energy to deal with it, so Price sent Simon–sent Ghost in to try and get you to calm your ass down. Which, in all honesty, didn't do squat.

So now here he was, sitting on the edge of your military cot with arms crossed, watching you pace around the room while you ramble on about who knows what. Whatever it is you're talking about, he's not quite sure, but what he does know is that you've been talking for the past 15 minutes without end, and he's getting a bit tired of it.

So once your rambling hits the 17 minute mark, he's had about enough. In the blink of an eye, he catches your abdomen with his arm, stopping your pacing as he pulls you onto his lap. A soft sigh falls from his lips as he looks at you, rolling his mask up to his nose and kissing you directly on the lips. If that wouldn't make you quiet, he didn't know what would.

And when he pulls away from the gentle, out of nowhere kiss, it's no shocker that you've stopped talking. Not a single word falls from your lips, not even a sound. The room is silent.

Simon wraps his arms very gently but snugly around your waist, looking into your eyes with a cocked brow. He speaks in his normal, Manchester accent, "Is there anything from your rambles that I can possibly answer to make you stop talking about them for a while?"

It takes a bit of thinking before you can answer, but you manage to come up with one very nonsensical question, "If curtains were fish, what would be their human attraction on a scale from 1 to ceiling tile?"

And, to no ones surprise, he looks at you with a dumbfounded look. He's seriously debating getting your brain donated to science for examination at this point. After about 5 minutes of him just staring, he replies in an almost uncertain tone, ".. Wall paint?"

That answer makes you smirk, which he really doesn't understand if that's a good thing or not. "My thoughts exactly," you respond proudly.

Now he's just confused. Congratulations, you managed to confuse the esteemed Simon Riley. 🎊🎉

I feel like he'd just look away from you during this, being something like this ↓

Anyways, have a great day! (Or night..? Idk, just have a good time of day wherever the heck you are in the world.)

-R. G.

#silly goofy mood #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost #cod #cod fanfic #silly

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raccoongrippers · 2 months

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I know I'm probably bothering people, but man I don't care right now. I got into the backstory of a character for one of my WIP webcomics (titled Unit 584, not published anywhere yet), and I drew it. I haven't posted any of that here yet, so this is new, but oh well.

TW : mild blood + bruising, barely mentioned. Nothing is too bad, sorry if it is triggering to anyone. Please comment if you think I should add any trigger warnings.

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Bubble one [Vanessa] ; "He's been missing for over a week, John! Please send someone-"

Bubble 2 + 3 [John] ; "SILENCE, WOMAN! *sigh* He'll turn up on his own, he's 18 now."

Bubble 4 + 5 [Vanessa] ; "He's still a boy, you sick fuck! What if he got hurt!? What if something bad happened to him, huh John? You can't tell me you wouldn't care if your own damn son turned up dead!?"

Bubble 6 [John] ; "He'll be FINE, Vanessa."

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Scattered texts 1 through 7 ; "HE'LL BE FINE, VANESSA." "Mitch!" "John, look!-" "OH MY GOD, MITCH, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!?" "Mitch!" "MITCH!"

Bubble 1 [Connor] ; "MITCH!"

Bubble 2 [Connor] ; "Y'alright, Mitch?"

Bubble 3 [Mitch] ; "Yeah, fine."

(Yes I know my art isn't the greatest, but I had fun making it anyway)

#Unit 584 #WIP webcomic #art #apologies in advance

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raccoongrippers · 2 months

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Yo. I'm back, ig. Here's a lil' shit-doodle I did (keep in mind I have abysmal art skills, and I was working solely on dopamine and heavy metal music).

Never said it would be good, but I like the first Soap face and Ghost's face.

(Also I apologize for my messy ass hand writing-)

I was just testing out my art skills bro, and I mean I'm not as bad as I thought. This was my first digital artpiece in a long time really, and I don't think it turned out half bad, besides the proportions and Soap's tiny ass head in the second box.

#I CAN DRAW #cod #ghoap #ghost x soap #fluffy

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raccoongrippers · 2 months

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Hello again. Just wanted to say thank you to all of you that liked my angst post, that blew up like I never thought it would. I actually thought it would backfire, but it didn't (surprisingly).

So thank you all for that!! 💞

Also wanted to say that I have no ideas in my brain currently, so give me all the ideas y'all can think of! I take all kinds of requests, except art since my art skills are...abysmal, or less than optimal to put it in other words. I'd like to write some more to pass the time, if you guys have any ideas or thoughts that need fulfilling.

-Your local weirdo, Raccoon Grippers.

(Heh)

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raccoongrippers · 2 months

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Whistling a wounded lullaby, the familiar crimson red blood of her enemies painting the streets being caused by this one woman alone. The tune she whistles is haunting, as if luring her foes to their inevitable doom with her devilish lips alone. She lurks in the shadows, the darkness masking her perfect yet devious frame so perfectly it's almost infuriating how well she's able to hide in plain sight.

She could make anyone get on their hands and knees and 𝙗𝙚𝙜 for their lives if she so much as glanced in their direction, anyone who'd have the bravery to stand up for themselves would end up digging their own damned grave. There's no escape once you're captured by her, not a single way out. That's what they thought, that was before she met you.

You –just some poor farm girl– were able to escape her daunting grasp. You thought you had won, but really, you only gained the 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 and 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 of this ruthless woman. Little did you know at the time, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗯𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴...

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TW : THIS IS SMUT! If you don't like that, DO NOT INTERACT! MDNI. Hardly fluff, but Valeria acts way different from actual CoD, so sorry not sorry.

Pairing is Valeria Garza x fem!reader. If you do not identify as a female, or do not find any of this interesting, please do not continue.

Note : I have never published smut, so..feel free to give me a bit of criticism. Or a lot, I don't care all that much. Criticism gives me information so I can improve, so whether you give me a little or a lot is up to you guys.

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Valeria was a well known and powerful woman, being head of the Las Almas Cartel. No one is able to catch her for more than a good 10 minutes or so before she's lost with the wind once more, no one except 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

There's no avoiding her, really, not when she personally seeks you out just for some fun or to hang around. You can never get rid of her no matter how hard you try, and after months of this going on, you've simply given up. Every time she shows up unannounced, you're ready for it. Anytime she tries to sneak up on you, you don't get scared. To say that she gets a bit annoyed by you being unfazed by her surprise visits is an understatement at best.

"Good morning, princess," she'd tease as you wake up, hoping that you'd be surprised this time at least. She's on your bed directly in front of you at your side.

" 'Morning, jerk," you'd grumble in response, rubbing your eyes as you roll off of the bed and onto the floor. It didn't work, again.

Valeria frowned in disappointment. "Awe, no kiss? No scared-y cat scream?" Her teasing was nothing new.

"No, none of that. If you want attention, go to the farm," you sigh as you stand and fix your hair, before walking out of the room.

Valeria was quick to follow, right behind you as you walk. She's like a lost puppy, lovestruck at the first sight of a possible mate. At some points in the day it becomes obnoxious, but others you've learned to be used to it.

"Not even a kiss? I don't exactly feel like kissing any of your horses or chickens, they're filthy. But you...you smell like the fresh breeze of summer, and your skin is as soft as silk."

"Your compliments do nothing to persuade me into doing anything, Valeria. Go find someone else to bother maybe."

"But there's not a single other person in this damned city that I would ever even 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 of treating the way I treat you, darling, you're special. If you'd only let me in~.."

"No."

A heavy sigh falls from your lips as you enter the kitchen, turning on the kettle as you already know there's water inside–the water you were unable to actually use the last time you tried to make tea, due to Valeria being distracting.

As you reached to the top shelf in a cupboard, your back facing Valeria, your shirt rode up the slightest bit, revealing a little of your skin. A devious smirk was practically always glued to her face, but it only grew once she saw her opportunity. She walked up behind you, sliding her cold fingertips along your slightly revealed sides, causing you to shiver. You did manage to grab a mug though, despite her distraction.

A slight blush formed on your cheeks as you spoke, "Do you mind? I'm trying to make myself some tea here, and your hands are cold as the dead."

She'd then take the mug from you, setting it down next to the kettle. Valeria then wrapped her arms around your waist, pressing a gentle kiss to the nape of your neck, a soft whisper emerging from her lips, "You make tea every morning, why not change up your routine..?~"

You knew the meaning behind her words, the underlying heat she'd once managed to get you to participate in. You were a fool then, but you've learned your lesson now – you won't fall for her trap again.

"You can't just manipulate me into sexual activity, Valeria, I'm smarter than that," your voice is stern, as if you finally have enough in you to fight back. It isn't exactly fighting, though, since there isn't a battle to win or lose.

"I've done it once before, and to be honest it was kind of easy, so I think I can do it again just as easily. I know that deep down you still wanna do it, don't you? You know it feels good..~" Her smirk was too devious, too mad to be anywhere near sincere. You knew she was planning something much more than just some sex run, no..there was more to it than that.

".. Whatever, just let me make my tea."

You then took out a tea bag and put it inside your mug, just then hearing the familiar 'click' of your kettle turning off. You firmly grasp the handle of your kettle, pouring the boiled water into the mug and making some good, hot tea.

Valeria was never one to be patient with the women she wanted to do things with. Always straight to the point. Much like a spoiled child, she got almost everything she wanted – but when you strolled into her life, that all changed – you didn't giver her all she wanted. You led her on, sure, but that was just to get her to leave you alone. Maybe that's why she found you so interesting, that or the way your eyes shone everytime you smiled.

"Awe, come on.. Just once? Please? I'll stop bugging you, I promise, I just want some fun," her pleading was obviously just more failed attempts, seeing as you continued to turn your back to her. But she wouldn't have it, no matter how much she had to betray her (obviously fake) promise to stop bothering you. "Fine, we'll just have to do it the hard way then.."

Before you knew it, you were swept from your feet and lifted above the ground, spun around and held like a toddler as Valeria carried you to the bedroom herself. She wouldn't have it any longer. And in her own way, this was her kind of toddler tantrum – 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲.

She pinned you to the bed, your back pressed against the comfortable mattress you were just sleeping on a few minutes ago. Valeria's body hovered above yours, mischievous intent engraved in her gaze as she kept you in place. You didn't exactly have a choice any longer, that was clear as day.

And before you could even so much as 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 about resisting, your pants and panties were slid down your legs and onto the floor below. Valeria was quick, to say the least. She moved quickly to take her own pants and panties off, throwing them aside without a single care in the world. She then slid herself beneath you, her back pressed against the pillows, as she pulls your body in between her open legs.

And with your back against her front, she forced open your legs and hastily grabbed both your wrists in one hand, making it so you couldn't fight back against her strong figure. And with that, her other hand slid to your sensitive area without so much as a thought.

Her fingertips then began to tease your clit, making you squirm slightly and whimper. A grin spread across her lips as she spoke, "Ah, you like that, do you? Well, why didn't you just say so, querida? You should've just given in earlier..~"

Her fingers then worked faster on massaging your clit, a small grunt escaping your soft lips. You were vulnerable, and you had not a single way to fight back against her strong stature and well built muscles. And not long after her fingertips started massaging your clit, her other hand released your wrists and moved down to the same area. But this time, her fingers slid inside of your cunt, making you squirm even more and grip her arm in some hopes of release. But another part of you – the part of your brain you just can't control – wants this to go on. So you make no sudden moves to stop her, at least not so early on.

She then began pumping her fingers in and out of your cunt at a steady pace, only to quicken as your soft, involuntary whimpers filled her ears. You flinched slightly at the sudden overstimulation in your body, turning your head to the side as you leaned back a bit, burying your face into the crook of her neck as she only continued. Her fingertips only worked faster on your clit as well, at the very same time that her fingers were rapidly pumping in and out of your cunt mercilessly.

And now, the only sounds that filled the rooms silence were your moans, your whimpers, and the wet sound of your cunt as your slick slid against her fingers, making the pumping much easier and allowing her to go much quicker in pace. It wasn't often that you'd feel something so good, yet so overwhelming. Sure, you'd be able to massage your own clit and finger yourself, but most definitely not the way Valeria was able to. She had better range of motion than you, which gives her much better opportunity in times like these.

She only continued to work faster, both with the pumping of her fingers in and out of your cunt, and the aggressive massaging of your clit. You had never gotten this much pleasure from yourself, and she was the one able to reach spots you couldn't. As her fingers dug deeper into you, her fingertips managed to reach that spongy spot inside of your cunt, only drawing you closer and closer to the edge, to your breaking point. She was always merciless with her enemies, of course she was, but she was especially so with you when in situations such as these.

It was obvious that she could feel just how close you were to going off the edge, it was clear as day with the way she felt your cunt pulsing with each thrust of her fingers, with each swipe of her fingertips against your clit, she would feel it throb. And you were no mastermind enough to hide that fact, either. so at that, she lost the fingers on your clit and began pumping her fingers in and out at an even faster pace, knowing you couldn't take much more. She was most definitely a smart woman, and it showed.

"F-fuck.." You moaned into her neck, gripping her arm for a hopeful sense of strength in your time of vulnerability – in your time of weakness and sensitivity.

"You look so adorable when you're vulnerable, mi hermosa flor. Just keep going until you cum, I wanna feel it run down my fingers..~" Her smirk only grew at the knowing fact of your nearing moment of pure sensitivity.

You didn't even have to warn her when it happened, because she knew just when you were gonna cum. And, to no one's surprise, she was correct. Just moments after she spoke, your hot liquid came all over her fingers, their pace slowing to a simple, calm and slow speed, hardly enough to make you anymore uncomfortable than you already are. Your cum spread across the sheets below and onto her hand, and as she slowly pulled her fingers out, the sticky, fine liquid stuck to her fingers and webbed them together. You whined at the loss of her two fingers inside of your cunt, your body had gotten used to the feeling of it being stretched that now that the void isn't filled, it feels almost unnatural.

"B-bloody hell, Valeria..." Your words hardly came out as a whisper, but she knew exactly what you said – you spoke the same three words each time she ended the session.

"Aw, you were so good for me, querida. I'd love it if you joined me for round two after dinner, yeah? Maybe you'll even let me sleep with you in your bed after that," that oh so familiar smirk never left her face, not once during this little session.

Valeria peppered kisses across your neck, a gentle peck being pressed to your lips upon her face reaching yours. You were spent, but she loved you all the same.

And just as she'd do each and every time after your session, she gets up on her feet and walks over to your closet, taking out a face towel and a regular sized towel – one to clean up and cover your body, and the other to be soaked in cool water and very lightly placed on your forehead to calm your senses.

Aftercare was important to Valeria, despite being a cold killer who bosses around soldiers on an almost daily basis. You were the only person to have seen this side of her, and you'd be the only one ever if she could help it. And even though you were annoyed by her constant bugging and nagging, you still found a way to love her and make few exceptions to show her that kindness you show everyone else.

The kindness of your love.

#valeria garza #smut #f!reader #cod fanfic #cod #lesbianism

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raccoongrippers · 2 months

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Uhh... Hi. Yeah, surprise surprise, I'm bored again. Here, have some Price x reader fluff. Enjoy. Also, I may not have proofread this shit, so..I'll probably do that later on and fix any mistakes.

No Trigger Warnings this time. Not that I know of anyway.

You and Price were always close, that was no secret. You were constantly around each other, no matter the circumstances you'd be stuck together like glue. It got you a few looks, but that didn't bother either of you, not one bit. If anything, it made things much more fun.

Today, Price was just working on some paperwork in his office after a mission, before you walked in. You were holding your favorite book, and you didn't say a single word as you simply walked over to him and sat on his lap. This happens often, and he clearly doesn't mind.

He wraps his left arm around your waist, feeling you shift in his lap so you're sitting sideways with your legs dangling over the arm of the chair and your back against the other arm. You open up your book and begin to read, as Price goes back to his paperwork.

To anyone else this would seem weird, but to the two of you it's just a regular day in the workplace. This happens quite often with you two, just silent recognition as the two of you make simple contact–it could be hugging, cuddling, sitting on his lap, or oblivious hand holding.

You two haven't exactly established it as a dating relationship, but it's kind of a little known fact between the both of you despite not verbally communicating it. You two just do couple-y things together and even kiss sometimes if you really get into it, but nothing too crazy. Everyone else on the team sees it too, but neither of you will admit it despite knowing it's true.

You shift slightly in Price's lap, shutting your book and setting it on the side of his desk, before you settle down fully and rest your head against his shoulder. He stops doing paperwork for a while, taking this as a break that he was planning on doing a while ago.

Price kisses the top of your head and sweetly remarks, "You look absolutely lovely like this, my dear. I could hold you in this position forever if life would let me, you're like a very comfortable human heater." He'd chuckle and pull you closer.

Then, the door opened with an abrupt 'wham!'. Soap entered, panting, "Captain, you'll never believe-" he cuts off when he sees the two of you in that position, and Price doesn't move an inch, nor is he fazed by it.

".. You know what, nevermind. I'll just come back later, when you and your..your spouse or whatever aren't bein' all touchy touchy. Sorry to intrude, cap'n." Soap then leaves the room, avoiding eye contact with Price.

And at that, you fell asleep in Price's arms as he lets out a very soft, hearty laugh at the little interaction with Soap. Though the one thing that you and Price can always use against him is the fact that he's secretly seeing Ghost after hours.

Have a great dayᰔ

#price x reader #captain john price #fluff #gn reader

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