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[jimmy-j-james]

I’m kind of back!!

I won’t be as active as I used to, and I won’t have set posting schedules, but I do hope to go back to writing!!

My first plan is to re-write ‘I Wish You Were A Girl’, so look forward to that!! Also, I will be looking at my inbox again!! So feel free to request, but don’t expect answers right away!!<333

#cod x male reader

[jimmy-j-james]

You are so amazing, i love your fics so much!!!!!! ❤️🧡💛💚

<333

[jimmy-j-james]

PAPA BEAR

- M!reader x John Price (+18)

- Warnings: Explicit content, fertility test, pregnancy talk(?), masturbation, praise k.

- A/N: Depending a second part, this could be seen as a ftm!reader who is willing to carry a child, aka seahorse dad!reader. Second part being the proper explicit stuff. Side-note, it’s so hard to write a long piece for pure smut.

FEM! ALIGNED, DNI, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!!

MINORS DNI, YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR CONSUMPTION OF MEDIA!!

John sits wordlessly on his chair, the sample cup in hand. He was expected to take a fertility test, to fill his spent into the small cup. He grunts softly, setting aside the cup and shuffling about to set up a certain type of video on his laptop.. it wasn’t easy, not when you’d been conditioned to only get off to your husband. But he was busy, and John was left to his own desperate techniques.

Shuffling about with his belt, struggling for the moment with a few low groans, tugging his belt loose and tugging the fly down. Fishing into his briefs and pulling himself free with a small exhale. Giving himself a couple generous tugs as he lies back.

John hated every part of this. He wanted you.. wanted your touch to help him. And just the memories wouldn’t do. He tried.. tried to imagine his hand as your own. Gently teasing his own tip, tracing one prominent vein, but it didn’t work. Tried pretending his fist was that warm, wet mouth he was so used to, but it only added to his pent up frustration. Glaring at that stupid cup as he held himself with no relief.

But you.. you were like the devil with your charming looks and sinful ways. And speak of the Devil.. you had managed to walk right through that door as John had been tucking himself away.. your eyes warm with realization as you sit yourself on a small wheely seat. Placing yourself directly in front of him with your hands on his large thighs.

“John..” You coyly hum, giving his jaw a small kiss as he lets out a small, low whine “Are you having some trouble, papa bear?” The nickname alone has him tensing up and groaning with need, dropping his own head down against your shoulder. “Would you like some help?” Your cold fingers trace gently up and down his hot thigh, always trailing a little closer to his prize with every move up.

John finds himself softly panting and squirming, his hips gently bucking as your smaller hand wraps around him oh so perfectly. Your thumb tracing up that one vein in just the right way, the perfect amount of pressure on his tip as you trace his slit with the pad of your thumb.

A low groan escapes John, his hands gripping into the armrests of the chair. Arching up into your addictive touch. “That’s it John, lemme help you.” You purr, placing a small kiss to the top of his head. “Think of it baby, our own little family..” Your words are so softly spoken, so perfect in this moment.

The growl that leaves John has you weak, praising him softly and peppering his face and shoulders with your sweet kisses. “Almost done..” you preen, your hand fully wrapped around him. A firm grasp with a cruel pace. The pleas and whines that leave John are almost worth it, but you rely weak and give in. Your pace quickening to his liking.

“Gonna be such a good Daddy..” That does it, the larger man bucking up with a delicious whine, quick to hurry the cup closer as he shares his load into it. “Good boy, John… so good..” You praise in hushed words, meeting his lips in a loving kiss.

Smut is so hard to write for as someone who prefers angst, but I deliver nonetheless.

#cod x male reader #price x male reader #john price x male reader #price mw2 #captain john price x male reader

[jimmy-j-james]

Back for another random thought

Ghost is Crywank.

Does he listen to them? Likely not. But would he relate to nearly every song you’d play him? No doubt.

Songs and lines I think would relate for this sad, old, British soldier:

Memento Mori —

“Everyone I love is gonna die, and I will die as well. I think about this before I sleep, and have since I was a child.”

“In my life, will I make a difference? In my death, will I be missed? Will I be granted some sort of an afterlife? Or will I just cease to exist?”

“Maybe I’m still a stupid little boy, too weak to understand what will come..”

Honestly, just the whole song considering I’ve just listed most the lyrics.

Gb Eating Gb Whilst Listening to Gb —

Lowkey, this song is how I think Ghost reacts in relationships. Not specifying because I know people have different ships and opinions (know I’m my heart I think of Soap and him), but I have no doubt that he’s going to be a guilty man for stupid things.

“Don’t let her see, how fast your heart is beating.”

“Would it be cruel, be cruel, be cruel, to let my eyes return to you?”

“I’m an overly sensitive,” not that I see him as such openly “impatient little freak. You’d do better to turn your back on me.”

I Am Shit —

Honestly, another song I’d say matches fully for the most part.

“When I’m thinking too much, I realize I’m unkind. Pretend that I’m nicer than I’ll ever be. I am selfish and deluded, enjoy my hypocrisy.”

It’s Okay I Wouldn’t Remember Me Either —

“I can hide from friends but I cannot hide from you. These chemical reactions are dividing me.” Soap.

“Self-deprecating thoughts interrupting all the time. Emphasizing all the traits that I wish weren’t mine.”

You guys are catching my drift by now, yeah?

Notches —

“No one to wonder when I’ll be home.”

“I want to feel more than just sorry for myself.”

Dead family, Y’know?

Obsessive Muso With No Friends —

More of a ‘how I see teen Ghost’ than anything else, or even just recruit Ghost.

“One more night alone in my room, listening to music I think makes me cool.”

“It’s not cool being lonely, not cool being cold. Not cool being someone you wouldn’t want to know.”

JK —

Again, teen Simon or some shit.

“Yes, I know, I think I am a joke, I know I am a joke, I am a joke somewhere.”

“Yes, I know, I’m easily provoked, I try to play it placid but I just can’t take a joke. I guess that’s the part that’s funny, I guess I’m a real dummy, As I cannot hide my upset, I run crying home to mummy.”

“She said ‘first thing tomorrow we take you out of school. You don’t have to get a job. To start a family would be cruel. It is such a pain to have to be related to you.’”

A Deer Mistaking Candles For Headlights —

“You can call me a coward and you’d be correct.”

“Now I’m shutting my mouth until this is over.”

“Distant but rational, bringer of rage.”

Only Everyone Can Judge Me —

“And this confidence I fake only makes matters worst. I am not a stallion, I am just perverse.”

“Everyday feels the same. Oh, it’s the routine, and it’s the regret.”

There’s definitely more, but those are some of my favourites. Anyways, in turn of getting this brain rot out, I’ll work on posting the Price Smut I’ve got stashed.

#ghost mw2 #ghost mwii #ghost mw3 #ghost mwiii #cod headcanons #cod hcs #simon ghost riley #simon riley

[jimmy-j-james]

Literally got spoiled by opening the app- I’m so pissed, and I know it should have been expected, but honestly others could have more decency too.

With MWIII's Campaign around the corner, it'll be inevitable that people will want to post about the story and plot.

Please, do everyone a favour and do one of two things:

DO NOT POST ABOUT IT. DON'T. Before you hit "Post now", please sit back and think: "Would Capt Price/Soap/Ghost/Gaz/[blorbo] approve of this action?" And then hit "close".

If you cannot contain the urge, please for the love of everything that is respectable, include SPOILER TAGS and other spoiler mitigation tools such as "read more" dividers, spoiler tags, etc.

Don't be Makarov.

This has been a public service announcement.

[jimmy-j-james]

Ghost keeps a clean room. Soap knows this is true for his pack, his office, his room, and—to all assumptions—his apartment.

The circumstances of how Soap got there are too jumbled with the high of a mission and the drop of mandated time off. He didn’t want to take time off, neither did Ghost.

He can’t quite remember which one of them fumbled through the offer to stick together- only to maintain their schedules, of course. They still had additional reports and inventory to do, it was only tactical.

So now here he stands, in Ghost’s wholly spartan apartment. It’s been stripped of all charm and frivolity not painted on the walls or molded into the quaintly patterned glass by the front door. It’s not intentionally devoid of comfort- Ghost may be many things, but even he didn’t go out of his way to live without small comforts. There’s an old but soft couch, rugs and mats placed around the doors, and even lamps to offset the harsh over-heads.

The most curious thing, the one that really catches Soaps eyes, is the only visible adornment, quilts.

Great, sprawling tiled blankets (tapestries?) are hung from most of the walls. There’s one draped over the back of the sofa, tucked into the seat of the solitary plush chair. There’s smaller, flat pillows on the few chairs in the kitchen. There’s even placemats on the table. All colored with swirls of vibrant linen in dazzling patterns.

Ghost catches him gaping as he leads them through his space (They decided on his apartment, given Soap’s was a bachelor pad, while Ghost had a guest room).

“My mum used to quilt.” Ghost says cryptically, and snags the pack off Soap’s shoulder while he’s still too busy gawking to protest.

Later, after they’ve showered off their travel and eaten something not wrapped in plastic and some amount of mud, Soap tries to breach the topic. Ghost replies as vaguely as ever,

“She tried to make me a baby blanket, never finished it.” Which takes Soap for a spin because based on what Ghost had previously (not) said, he’d assumed his mom had made them. He leaves it be.

Much later, after they’ve settled back into some semblance of their normal routine, Soap finally figures it out. It’s late at night, later than he should be awake after running himself ragged in the gym.

He’s stuck in a state of un-anxiety, which is in itself anxiety inducing, when he hears something next door. It’s rhythmic, mechanical, sharp, but in a way that’s distinctly well milled.

It’s coming from Ghost’s room, and if it were earlier in the night he might’ve just let it be, but he’s curious and without anything better to do.

He drags himself out of bed, slips on a shirt, and makes his way to Ghost’s room. It had been excluded from the gruff house tour he’d been giving on arrival, and right as he creaks the door open he understands why.

There are shelves covering the whole wall opposite to the door, obviously custom built, filled with bat upon bat of colorful fabric. The same colorful fabric, Soap realizes, that makes up the sole decoration in Ghost’s apartment. Sat at a desk, hunched slightly over a near-antique sewing machine, is Ghost.

Soap stares.

Ghost stares back at him, deceptively warm in the light of the machine. Soap can only imagine what he looks like, half awake and face cavernous in the dark of the hallway. There’s a momentary stand-off, Soap inanimate, Ghost giving him a look of challenge.

Soap breaks it first, glancing away and to Ghost’s project. It’s half-way finished, colored with calming blues and grays. Ghost seems satisfied turns back to his work, ignoring him entirely.

Soap, sleep addled and out of his depth, takes the dismissal for all it could be. He shuts the door behind him, for both their sanities, and sits down on Ghost’s bed. It’s covered in a thick quilt, made of reds and golds and the occasional maroon hexagon. It’s unlike anything he’s thought of Ghost as, but he’s beginning to think this is the most raw he’ll ever see him.

The hum of the machine, combined with his tiredness, or maybe with the air of safety that curled around him with Ghost in his sights, starts to lull Soap to sleep.

He blinks himself an awake every time, waiting for the cozy haze to lift and Ghost to kick him out. But it never does, and the time between his eyes closing and opening slowly becomes longer and longer.

He must’ve properly fallen asleep when he’s jolted awake by the sound of plastic on plastic. Ghost had switched off his machine and was clamping closed a large, sorted box of pins. He glances back at Soap,

“Go to sleep, Mactavish.”

And Soap is nothing if not trusting of Ghost, so he does as he’s told. He’s woken again, briefly, by Ghost pulling the quilt out from underneath where he’d laid on top of it. There’s a rush of cold air, a dip in the bed beside him, and then the warm blanket being draped over him.

He makes a slight noise of alarm as he realizes it’s Ghost crawling into bed with him. Ghost huffs and grabs him by the arm, stopping him from sitting up and pulling his head to rest on a pillow in one motion. He lets go, then, and turns away from Soap.

“You can go if you want.” He rasps. Soap belatedly realizes he hadn’t talked to the other man much the previous day. He hums in clumsy thanks before finally falling asleep.

Later, Soap asks (he doesn’t beg, he’s a grown adult) Ghost to make him a quilt. He doesn’t expect him to say yes, or to have him pick the patterns, or to let him intrude on his room again almost nightly, but Ghost does.

They both know it’s not about the quilt.

[jimmy-j-james]

Oh brother- life changing 🙏🙏

I love apocalypse AUs so so so so much, especially when denial is at play 😩

Thinking about being in a zombie apocalypse w/ Price

Pairing: John Price x Male reader

CW: major character 💀

Thinking about you and Price having feelings for each other ever since you can remember, but you’ve never gotten the courage to confess and time never seems right especially when a zombie apocalypse breaks out.

Suddenly you’re too busy trying to survive and thoughts about confessing are long forgotten about.

However one day when it’s just you and Price out on a patrol, gathering necessities before night comes, you end up getting bitten and for the first time since the apocalypse happened you see Price truly shaken up.

He’d been the first to take charge when the apocalypse broke out, the first one to put his feeling aside and focus on surviving the horror that was now your every day life.

But in this very moment he looks so lost, frozen in place eyes wide and mouth agape before he gathers himself enough to shoot the zombie dead and pull you to the side.

You already know what this means, you remember him being the first to say it.

If someone gets bit we shoot them dead no hesitation.

He just never thought- never dared think it would be one of his own at some point, someone so close to his heart yet so far away.

However before you can even suggest it, he’s pulling you into his embrace, lips pressing against your temple and whispering “it’s okay, it’s okay, just a minor scratch” as the blood soaks through your sweater because denial has always been his best friend.

“You’ll be okay you’ll be okay you’ll be okay” he mutters over and over again as he rips a piece of his shirt before he grabs ahold of your wrist, hands shaking as he rolls up your sleeve to see the damage.

It’s clear as day, it’s not just a scratch but teeth marks deeply etched into the skin, with blood continuously pouring out from it.

You feel your eyes fill with tears, bottom lip wobbling before the wound’s covered by a piece of fabric.

“John” you say as he begins to wrap it.

“Hush” is all he says in response albeit his voice is sounding weaker and you see the way his hands shake, can hear him take shaky breaths, can feel he’s falling apart right before your eyes as he applies the gauze.

“John” you say again with your hand resting on his but even then he won’t look up for your wound

“John you have to do it” you say again and that’s when he finally looks up, cerulean eyes filled with tears and bottom lip wobbling as he grabs ahold of your neck to pull you closer to him

“Do you hear yourself boy?!”

“You’ve said it yourself! If someone gets bitten we shoot them dead!” You say, your own furry reflecting on your face

“That is not the same thing! That is not what - that’s not” his eyes close, tears trickling down his cheeks and his voice cracks when he speaks “you’ll be okay it’ll be alright we’ll just wait til the rest of the boys get here yeah?”

You bite your tongue, swallowing down the bile rising at the back of your throat before you nod your head in response because after all you too have made denial your very own best friend.

The first hour passes and Price makes sure to dry the sweat from your forehead, gives you some food and water to shove some nutrition into your body while continuously changing your bandage with the limited supplies he has with him.

The boys arrive by the third hour and he doesn’t even allow you to mention the bite, just explains you had some bumps in the road but managed to get your supplies. He has an arm around your waist, body flushed against yours to support your weight as he walks you back to the camp, explaining to the rest that you’re just tired it’s been a long day and that he’ll be the one to take you to bed.

By the fourth hour you’re shriveled up in your sleeping sack, running a fever while heaving up your dinner, all while price is there hands once again shaking eyes glassy as he wipes the sweat of your forehead and makes sure you take proper gulps of water.

By the fifth hour you’re reminding him once again that you won’t make it there’s no cure for this and denial has overstayed its welcome but he’s having none of it head shaking and lip turned down into a frown “why?! Why why why are you keeping me alive?!” You almost sob out. “Because I love you, that’s why, do you understand now?!” He yells, the captain tone slipping into his voice as he explains how you’ve got his whole heart in your hands.

A silence falls over the two of you because what is there to say for two people that are doomed.

By the 6 hours silent tears are trickling down your half changed face, blunt nails digging into the palm of Price’s hand while your heart beat gradually slows down.

By the 7th hour, dusk has turned to dawn and 141 find you and Price laying on the floor, hand in hand, with matching bullet holes in your temples.

In the palm of Price’s hand they find a note, on it the words “to be loved is to be changed” are written on paper, later on they’ll find a bite on his body that matches yours.

[jimmy-j-james]

Literally obsessed- their inner child- omg and Gaz and Ghost moments??? 🙏🙏🙏

Christmas comic in October? It's more likely than you think.

Also I would die for young Kyle and Simon

[jimmy-j-james]

I don’t typically post serious things, but this shit was so god awful and heartbreaking.

Inquisitor didn’t deserve what happened, and all because of attention seeking frauds and other people such as Keegan’s mask and her boyfriend. People like Keegan’s mask, who frequently spreads hate and rumours, should not be allowed nor accepted into communities with such ease.

As someone who followed them for a bit, it’s clear how they could have simply stated something and had their followers blindly agree without evidence. Keegan’s mask, in fact, often did this; hating on other creators which would then have this harmful group slandering them for no proper reason. Keegan’s mask should have known better. Should have made the work to reach out for all points of view and gather all evidence for their side of the argument. But instead, they blindly accused and pushed those claims to the very limit.

This world is gonna be filled with liars and manipulators, and it’s up to you to figure out where you stand and what the truth truly is. Don’t just trust something because someone you like and trust said it, but go out of your way to do the research from both sides. Without the caution accidents like this will only happen again.

May Inquisitor forever rest in piece. And may karma come to those that caused this.

#rip inquisitor

[jimmy-j-james]

Hii!! This is my first time requesting anything but i just love your writing smm

I just wanted to ask how you felt about writing age regression fics? NOT AGEPLAY ew ew. Sfw age regression. Its fine if not, its just been a really good coping mechanism for me. Id love to know how certain members of task force 141 would take care of a age regressor reader :))

HiHi, I think I’m generally open to this subject, but to do so I think I’d rather you, or someone with similar coping mechanisms/wants, to private message me and give me further details on how this subject works. I don’t want to butcher this considering it’s a big coping mechanism for some people.

[jimmy-j-james]

Octonauts x COD AU, aka another crack AU because I’m special in the head and currently delirious-

Captain Barnacles = Price

Shellington = Soap

Peso = Gaz

Kawzii = Ghost ig

I’m never touching this AU again though.

#cod headcanons #ghost mw2 #soap mw2 #price mw2 #gaz mw2

[jimmy-j-james]

I want COD x Pitch Perfect. That’s my crack AU. But I’m too lazy, so it shall live on within my head. Just thought I’d tease the idea and never mention it again.

#cod pitch perfect au #cod modern warfare #cod headcanons #ghost mw2 #soap mw2 #price mw2 #gaz mw2 #alejandro mw2 #rodolfo mw2 #roach mw2

[jimmy-j-james]

VERY EXCITING NEWS!!

I have opened up my Ko-Fi for commissions!!

It is a Black and White lines commission and if you'd like to add minimal shading and/or an extra character, you can!

I'm currently only taking OC and CoD characters! The more detailed your description, the faster you'll get your drawing!

Current art style + prices are so:

(please open image for better quality i'm begging you)

If this interests you, come on by! I'd be more than happy to make you happy <3

[jimmy-j-james]

do you post on ao3? Your stories are amazing and I loved the one with Simon and his internalised phobia.

I actually don’t post on ao3, I tend to stalk around there, but I’m not a fan of the set up as for writing. Alongside the fact that I only ever touch it like- 3 times a year.

Which really reminds me that I’ve gotta start writing again soon… got a lot of ideas, but I’ve been weirdly sick recently.. I’ll be writing again soon though!

[jimmy-j-james]

Bringing this back because of the fucking amount of Fem!people interacting with me, especially following. The amount of people I’ve blocked within one week is insane. Stop interacting with me, I’ll find out and I’ll block you.

Kindly fuck off.

In like the nicest way possible, she/her and she/they users, DNI

I’m sick and tired of blocking you guys because I’m not comfortable with your interactions. It’s not hard to understand that male readers are, shockingly, for male readers only.

Leave my work and account alone. Leave the tag alone.

Female readers have been present and overrunning fandoms forever, let the guys have their personal things for once! It’s uncomfortable having you interact with me and my work and the tag meant for males specifically!

#cod x male reader

[jimmy-j-james]

Alrighty, fertility test plot wins!! I’ll start writing this hopefully sooner than later!!

In the mean time, I’ve started writing for that short series based around Simon and the album ‘AM’!! Think I might just post chapters whenever I feel like it, because fuck schedules. Gonna make y’all eagerly refresh pages and check back everyday just to see if I posted or not 😼

Anyways, drink some water and take care, the nasty stuff will posted relatively soon.

How many of you would want some smut between m!reader and Price?

Because of tiktok it would be based off that one scene in ‘The Six’ or whatever that show is called (never seen it, but I want to watch soon) where Barry’s character is tryna get a fertility test done or what not-

Either way, Price jerkin’ it but can’t finish without his darling husband.

#cod x male reader #captain price x male reader

[jimmy-j-james]

How many of you would want some smut between m!reader and Price?

Because of tiktok it would be based off that one scene in ‘The Six’ or whatever that show is called (never seen it, but I want to watch soon) where Barry’s character is tryna get a fertility test done or what not-

Either way, Price jerkin’ it but can’t finish without his darling husband.

#cod x male reader #price x male reader #john price x male reader #captain price x male reader #price mw2