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Haiiii!

Are you willing to do a smut with pornstar Simon x Pornstar reader x pornstar Soap? Like- Simon & Soap run an account where they both basically tag team whoever they’re collaborating with. And their comments in their vids/twts/etc. always saying to collab w/ reader (the same with reader being spammed to collab with Soap & Simon) and after awhile, they finally do 👀

Hi there, anon!! This is such a fun idea, but unfortunately I don’t really write Pornstar Ghost ☹️ It doesn’t really appeal to me and I just don’t think I’d be able to do what you have in mind justice. Sorry, love 🤍

However, if you’re looking for Pornstar Ghost content, @shotmrmiller has a phenomenal Pornstar AU that will leave you panting 😮‍💨 like. I was so unwell.

I believe that’s the only one I’ve read, since it’s not really my thing, but if any one else has other recommendations please feel free to drop them here ⬇️

#alas I do not watch my porn I just read it #and write it lmao #sorry anon :(

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I've decided if people are going to call male characters babygirl then I can do it the other way around for female characters. She's my man now. That woman is my boyfriend. My boytoy even.

#this is about Kate Laswell #I want her to top me so bad

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writers when they’re proofreading their works for the 34th time *find zero mistakes, there’s no typo, no grammatical error. everything looks good. hit the post button*

writers when they’re reading said works after they’ve been published like proud parents *find 52 mistakes at first glance, 38 typos and 14 grammatical errors with a bunch of inconsistencies and plot holes*

#I go back and edit my fics YET AGAIN within 24 hours of posting because this exact thing happens every time #my deepest and sincerest apologies to everyone who has read any of my fics within the first 24 hrs of posting

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Since Simon naturally wakes up before you—goddamn military schedule down right engrained in his bones at this point—he’ll gently untangle himself from you while you sleep soundly to sneak away to the kitchen and make you both a cuppa.

Brings you tea in bed every morning so you can enjoy it whilst snuggled up to him, waking up slowly and enjoying a quiet moment together before the day starts.

#ash is feeling so very soft this morning #drinking my tea in bed #but alone because while my man is very sweet for bringing me tea in bed every morning he does in fact do it on his way out to work 🥲 #but we can always pretend #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley imagine

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My brain simply will not leave the Angst alone after writing this piece, so here’s a little part…well not quite part 2–consider it more of a part 1.5, if you will. How the rest of the 141 reacts when they believe 141!reader is KIA…

Read part 1 here

Special thanks to @sim0nril3y who lets me spam angst in her DMs lol. You keep me going

Price

You were a part of his task force. He was your captain. He’s feeling so much guilt and pain. Should he have approved this mission?? Should they have sought more intel?? Should he have gone with?? Was there any way he could have seen this coming?? The questions haunt him every night.

But he doesn’t get the luxury of giving in to his grief. He has Simon to worry about now, too. There is nothing Price can do for you anymore. But he can do something for Simon.

Price knew he had no choice but to send Simon on leave. He just knew that Simon was not in the right state of mind anymore.

Price was the first of the group to notice how you had started to slowly bring Ghost back to life, back to Simon. And now he has to watch as Simon falls apart right before his eyes.

Price goes to Simon’s house to check on him periodically. Simon never opens the door. But still Price shows up. Sits on the porch for hours. Waiting for Ghost to let him in. Eventually, he heads back to his car and drives home. But he’ll be back in a week or so.

Johnny

Johnny is left standing alone in his grief on an empty tarmac as the realization sinks in: he didn’t just lose you. He lost Simon, too.

Two graves. One detonation.

The grief feels like it might just swallow him whole. He heads out on leave as soon as he gets clearance, booking a flight back home. Surrounded by his loving family, the warmth and love showered down on him attempt to close the gaping wound in his chest. But it’s little more than putting a bandaid over a bullet wound. His mum frets over the haunted look in his eyes, those moments when he goes still, goes quiet—so unlike her Johnny.

Kyle

Kyle is sitting in the your favorite pub just off base on a Friday night where you do religiously met up to destress from the week. Two pints sit on the bar in front of him because, for just a moment, he lived in a world where you were running late as usual so he might as well go ahead and order two pints of your favorite beer while he waits. It’s not until the bartender sets both glasses down that he realizes with a start that you won’t be joining him. Not this time. Not ever again. He’d never get to hear you laugh again or hear you bitch about the new recruits and swearing that the standards must be getting lower and lower every year.

He downs both drinks as fast as he can and gets the hell out of there.

#141 x reader #141 x you #captain john price x you #john price x you #john price imagine #john price x reader #captain john price x reader #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #john price #john soap mctavish x reader #johnny mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #gaz garrick #kyle garrick #kyle garrick x reader #Kyle gaz Garrick x reader #gaz x reader #soap x reader #john mactavish x reader

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Hi!! I love love love your writing! Especially your 141!Reader series <3 I don't know if you take requests, but your last post about Simon and baby Joseph made me so angsty and I would love to read more angst from you. Could you please write about Simon thinking 141!Reader was KIA on a mission? Thank you!!!

Anon....who....who hurt you???? I’m kidding 😆 mostly 👀 But for real, this one HURT. Like. OUCH. This man has been through so fucking much…but let’s put him through a bit more 😈😈😈 also, I did very much hurt my own feelings with this one. So I’m thinking we might need a part two reunion because I don’t know if I can leave our Ghosty boy in shambles like this

Drip. Drip. Drip. 

The rain patters against the window in a steady rhythm.

Simon watches the fat raindrops roll down the small window pane, one foot anxiously tapping against the concrete floor. He didn’t know why he was called to Price’s office, but there was an ominous charge to the air. Call it a premonition, or maybe an instinct, but he knew in his bones that something was wrong. 

The click of the door handle pulls Simon from his thoughts as Price enters the office, a heavy silence filling the air. 

“What’s happened?” Simon's voice has a hard edge to it, cutting straight through the bullshit. Watchful eyes appraise every detail of Price’s body language, and Simon notes the deep sunken look of his captain’s eyes accentuated by a somber expression. 

Price avoids Simon's gaze, staring down at the oak desktop before him as he takes a seat. The captain wasn’t one to mince words or beat around the bush, but even he was having a hard time wrapping his mind around the situation despite his many years in the service.  

Simon's heart hammers in his chest, every second in the unknown feeling like an eternity. This isn’t right, he thinks to himself. 

Price steels himself with a deep inhale, pulling his gaze from the desk to face Simon head on, looking past the mask, speaking to the man he knew laid beneath. 

“I wanted you to hear this from me, son. You…deserve to hear this from me.” 

Simon stops breathing. 

With practiced determination, Price continues his speech, having rehearsed the words in his head the entire walk down to his office. 

“Reconnaissance mission, Operation Blackout, suffered multiple casualties after a long-range detonation by enemy action. There’s been no contact with the team, and rescue attempts were unsuccessful due to the extensive damage caused by the explosion. All team members are presumed KIA. The official course of action…”

The rest of Price’s speech is drowned out by the dull roar in Simon’s ears; his blood runs cold, his rigid body barely breathing. 

This can’t be happening. Not again. Never again. 

Simon's thoughts grip him by the heart, squeezing painfully. 

I can’t do this again.

He had already lost everyone once. Had built impenetrable walls, designed to protect him from this type of pain. 

But you. You and your goddamn charm, and your soft smiles, and your relentless fucking attitude. You broke down those walls brick by brick, made Ghost–no, made Simon– feel more like a man than he had in years. You slipped past his ironclad defenses and took his heart without him even realizing it. 

And just when he had finally opened up, just when he had finally convinced himself that maybe he could be happy–that you could be happy together. It all came crashing down. 

In the distance, Ghost could hear shouting. A chorus of denials piercing the air, heavy ragged breaths filling the silence between. 

A heavy hand fell on Ghost's shoulder and he found himself back in his body, looking up at Price, voice raw. 

With a stark realization, Ghost realizes it was him. He was the one shouting, the one gasping for breath. 

The world tilted out from under him. 

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Ghost left Price’s office a different man–a mere shell of the man who entered. With every step he took, he felt himself slipping further and further into the familiar safety of Ghost, an unpierceable facade moving through the world. 

Everything felt wrong. Every step. Every breath. He felt like he was moving underwater, every action taking twice the effort it should. 

The next few hours pass in a blur. The official order that he was being sent on leave. The ensuing argument with Price over the orders. He eventually just gave up. Leave, no leave, it didn’t fucking matter. 

None of it fucking matters. 

Johnny tries to see him before he leaves, meeting Simon on the tarmac. He tries to be there for his lieutenant, his friend. 

The red rim around Johnny’s eyes reminds Simon that he wasn’t the only one who had lost you. They had all lost you. But even that which should have been a comfort, a sort of kinship in the grief, meant nothing. Simon didn’t give a singular fuck. He turned away from Johnny mid-speech, leaving the Scotsman to sit in his grief alone as he watched Ghost disappear into the aircraft. 

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It takes every ounce of strength Ghost has to make it through the flight. To make it through the drive back home. To make it through that door. 

Keep it together, soldier. Don’t you dare fucking lose it, Simon Riley. Just a bit longer. 

His belongings crash to the floor as the door slams shut behind him. He doesn’t even bother turning on the light, instead using the faint glow of the moonlight through the curtains to guide him to the cabinet. 

Ghost pulls the bottle of bourbon from its resting spot, not even bothering with a glass as he pulls off the corked top and takes a hearty swig. 

The burn of the liquid is invigorating, filling Ghost with a quiet simmering fire. 

He takes another drink. And another. 

He walks through the flat in a daze, the amber liquid dulling his senses, sending him even deeper into the haze of his grief. 

Ghost finds himself in front of his dresser, staring at the wooden drawers. 

Taking another drink, he steels himself as he yanks open the top drawer. Rummaging beneath the pile of socks and t-shirts, Ghost digs out the small velvet box. He grips it tight in his hand, the small object groaning in protest as waves of rage and pain overtake Ghost, threatening to pull him under. Hot tears slide down his face, but he doesn’t even notice. 

With a roar he throws the velvet box across the room, the impact fracturing the drywall. Ghost’s knees go out from under him and he crashes to the floor, his heart shattering into a thousand pieces. There would be no repairing this. No amount of time could heal this type of heartbreak. 

You were dead. 

And as far as Ghost was concerned, Simon Riley died with you. 

#y'all I'm so sorry this one HURT #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon riley imagine #simon “ghost” riley x reader #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #cod ghost #ghost riley

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Headcanons of the 141 and their nagging injuries.

Price: Arthritis, primarily in his hands. Knobby knuckles and stiff fingers. They're bigger than they should be, and he's so calloused he can move the wood around in a fire without feeling the heat in his finger tips. Doesn't mean he doesn't like seeing them all slick and wet inside you, or cupped around your soft and delicate skin.

Ghost: His hips, by default of his stature alone, but some genetics too. He groans when he stands up. Whether you hear it or not. He lumbers when he walks, and he feels every step, but he doesn't complain. He thrusts like every motion doesn't cause him pain. He'd gladly push himself as far as he's able, just to see the pleasure on your face.

Gaz: His eyesight. He won't admit to needing help, but there's a glare in his peripheral that won't quit. A flash of light that can be distracting, it gives him a blindspot. You sneak up on him sometimes, and he flinches so subtly you don't even notice. But he instantly knows it's you, and he shows you how thankful he is. Every time.

Soap: His knee. He twisted it funny once when he was a lad, and his skipper told him to walk it off. It's never been right since, but he barely notices anymore. Whether he's hoisting furniture around your flat, squatting at the gym, or pummeling you against the wall, he'll bear all the weight, and then some, with a off hand joke, and a blissful grin.

#me 🤝 soap #our mutual knee problems #we love having two major knee surgeries in our late 20s!!!!

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Did I wait and specifically go to ren faire on Kilt Weekend™ because I’m a thirsty bitch who just wants to see men in kilts??

Yes. Yes I did.

#and it was GLORIOUS #and I looked fabulous by the way #tits out and swords on #AS IT SHOULD BE

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Captain

Younger!Captain John Price x Reader

Summary:  Price just got promoted to captain, and then inadvertently discovers he really likes it when you call him by his new title. Like, he really likes it. How do we celebrate this new promotion and self discovery?? By fucking in an elevator of course! Warnings: SMUT!! So much fucking smut. Established relationship. P in V. Oral (male receiving). Fingering (female receiving). Fucking in an elevator ?? Listen this is just so fucking filthy. Porn with some plot. But also of course I had to end it with fluff because I don’t know when to stop.  I don’t fucking know how elevators work. We go with it. 

Also, check out this beautiful piece of art by @ wombywoo for the most beautiful Captain Price photo inspiration

“I knew you’d look good in these new dress blues,” you smirked, brushing off invisible lint from John’s jacket with your spare hand as you admired the glint of the many medals and honorifics that decorated your husband’s chest—including the three shiny gold stars that represented his new rank. Your other hand held a pair of high heels as uncomfortable as they were stunning and you had rid your aching feet of the offending items as soon as you and John were in the relative privacy of the elevator, heading up to your hotel suite. The swanky hotel was a little surprise of yours to John, knowing he wouldn’t want to travel all the way back home after a long day of ceremony and celebration.

You and John had just left the ceremony honoring his latest promotion to Captain. It was a night full of pride, honor, and maybe just a few too many glasses of wine post-ceremony, if you were being honest. 

“I was under the impression you thought I look good in everything,” John drawled, his lips twitching upwards, a hint of a smile gracing his face. 

“Oh is that so…Captain Price,” you playfully quipped and watched as John’s lips curved upwards even more, a slight flush creeping up his neck. 

You opened your mouth to comment again on his new rank, enjoying the momentary power trip–it wasn’t often you could incite this kind of reaction from your lover, when a soft ding  warned you that the elevator had reached your floor. You smothered your frown, taking a step off the elevator before stumbling over the silken hem of your gown. A strong hand gripped your elbow to steady you, another reaching around to rest firmly on your waist. Before you could attempt another step, a force abruptly pulled you backwards, your back pressing against John’s muscled torso. His warm breath caressed your neck as he dipped his head low. “Say it again,” he all but growled, his lips ghosting your neck in a way that sent heat straight to your core. You couldn’t help the slight arch of your back in response, noting with pure satisfaction the reaction you were garnering from John. You could feel his hardened arousal through the pristine dress slacks, and your cunt clenched in response. 

“Well now, love, here’s the thing,” you tease, pressing your backside against his hardened member and relishing John’s sharp intake of breath in response. “I don’t take orders from you.” You felt the rumble deep in his chest as he took the bait, his fingers all but slamming the keypad to shut the doors to the elevator. Confusion flitted across your face, but John didn’t even hesitate as he forcefully pressed the bright red stop button to halt the elevator completely.

A brief alarm sounded, followed by a robotic voice that was no doubt meant to sound soothing as it reassured passengers that the elevator had been stopped and help would be arriving soon. Understanding began to dawn as John released his hold on you, and you turned to see his familiar blue eyes peering down at you, ravenous. 

“If you don’t take orders from me,” John’s voice was low and steady, a hint of that tameless lust just under the surface. “Then please, do tell me, who do you take orders from?” He took a step closer, towering above you with a piercing glare. Reflexively, you took a step back. Well, tried to–the elevator door pressed up against you, and you weren’t  sure if it was the sudden coolness of the metal or the heat of your husband's gaze that caused the shiver that shot up your spine. 

“Well, that would be…” you  swallowed hard, wracking your brain for a name, any name. “Umm,”  you attempted to buy yourself time, but you felt as though every coherent thought you’d ever had eddied out of your mind, a ravenous need overtaking your entire body. All you could think about is John and how damned good he looked in that fucking uniform. As if reminding yourself, your eyes trailed downward, soaking in every last detail of his new dress uniform. Your gaze stopped short upon seeing the evident outline of his arousal and you instinctively bit down on your bottom lip to conceal your moan. 

John took another step to you, quickly closing the small distance between you two. You felt his firm grip on your chin, forcing your head to tilt up and meet his gaze. Passion burned in his eyes and you felt the last of your resolve melting away. Fuck being witty right now, you thought to yourself, I need this. As if he read your mind, John’s lips crashed against yours and your entire body ignited with need. Your fingers tangled in his hair and every inch of your body pressed up against him. John’s hands gracefully slid down your hips, cupping the upper back of your thighs. You took the sign for what it was, giving a little jump as he lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He didn’t even break the kiss, just pressed your back against the doors of the  elevator, grinding his erection into your core. The friction was practically electric and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips as you break the kiss. You leaned your head against the steel frame and John’s lips moved to your newly exposed neck, sucking and nipping the sensitive flesh. He took the thin strap of your gown between his teeth and  before you could so much as utter a warning, he ripped it straight from the gown. Without its integral support, the delicate satin of the bust fell down, exposing one of your breasts. 

“God damn it, John, that was expensive,” you chastised halfheartedly, your chest rapidly rising and falling as he once again ground into you. As if in apology, John peppered kisses across your exposed breast before taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. Your complaints died in your throat as your body became alight with pleasure. As he continued his ministrations, he pinned you against the wall with his body, freeing one hand to gently slide your remaining strap down your arm, exposing the other breast in a manner completely opposite to its torn counterpart. John switched his attention to the other breast, gingerly taking your other nipple into his mouth. He took a moment to adjust your position against the elevator, one hand cupping your ass as the other hand slid between your bodies. For the second time that night you heard John’s sharp intake of breath as he brushed your bare self. 

“Are you really telling me you didn’t wear underwear to such a formal event?” he breathed out, barely concealing his moan at finding you bare and ready for him. “For fuck’s sake,” he breathed out, “you are so wet for me.”

You couldn’t help but let out a slight breathy laugh. “I told you I like the uniform,” you panted before your sassy remarks were replaced by cries of pleasure as two of John’s fingers plunged into your aching cunt. 

His name fell from your lips like a prayer. 

John. John. John. 

Your body was lost in the passion, his lips on your breasts, his fingers curling towards himself, hitting that spot that makes you see fucking stars. He’s relentless, devouring you–mind, body, and soul.  Before you knew it, you were on the brink of pure bliss. “John,”  you gasped, “I’m going to come,” you warned, though you knew it wasn’t necessary. Knowing your husband and all your years together, he knows exactly when you’re on the edge just as well as he knows exactly how to pleasure you to get you there. He is as in tune with your moans and sighs of pleasure as he is with his own heartbeat. 

His fingers picked up the pace, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit. “Come for me, my love,” John purred in your ear, and the low timbre of his voice combined with the heat of his words had you tumbling over the edge of pleasure, his name on your lips as stars crossed your vision. 

You slowly drifted back to reality as John pressed soft kisses across your chest, trailing up your neck and back to your lips. He set you down on shaky legs, supporting you with his strong grip. 

Having finally caught your breath, you took a second to take stock of the sight before you: John’s dark hair, once perfectly styled, now a mess, the ironed jacket now crumpled and partially undone, and worse of all, those brand new dress pants now clearly soaked through with a mix of  his precum and your juices. The sight had your mouth watering. You fell to your knees before the captain, hands reaching up to unfasten his belt. It fell to the floor with a satisfying clank, but you didn’t even flinch.Your tongue darted out to wet your bottom lip as you oh-so-slowly began to free John's cock. 

A low hiss escaped John’s lips as you took his bulging member into your hand. Your hand glided across the surface, eyes drinking in the veritable feast before you. No matter how many times you had been with John, his size always took you by surprise. The length, the girth, the thick vein that ran along the underside. Sliding back the uncut skin, your attention shifted to the deep red head, your thumb swiping a bead of precum from the tip. John’s gasp only encouraged you to lean forward and take the tip into your mouth, his fingers instantly tangling in your hair. Your mouth slid down his length, struggling to take as much of him in as you could. You used your hand to take whatever couldn’t fit in your mouth, and your mouth and hand worked in tandem to pleasure him. John’s quiet moans and growls of pleasure only spurred you on, and you worked to take more of him in your mouth. Only once the head of his cock hit the back of your throat did you stop, looking up at him with tears in your eyes, mascara trailing down your cheek. His loving gaze peered down at you, his lips ajar as he panted with need. 

The sight of you, on your knees before him, looking up at him from under your dark lashes, his cock resting in your mouth–it almost sent him over the edge. It took everything he had to pull himself out of your mouth. You sat on your knees, looking up at him as he closed his  eyes and took a few deep breaths to steady himself. A brief moment of uncertainty flashed across your face,  “Was it…not good for…” you trailed off, slightly confused why he stopped you. You weren’t one to brag, but you certainly hadn’t had any complaints before. Before you could even finish the sentence, John pressed a finger to your lips. “You’re perfect,” he breathed out. “I wasn’t going to last like that,” he finished, a small smile at the edge of his lips as he helped lift you to your feet. “And I’m not done with you,” he growled as his lips crashed against yours once more, but this time there was even more urgency in his kiss. He pressed your back against the elevator wall, sliding the skirt of your dress up your hips so he could lift you up again. Your legs wrapped around his waist, causing his throbbing member to brush up against your soaking wet cunt. Biting back a groan, John repositioned his hips to line up with your entrance.  With a growl, he slid home, your earlier orgasm helping his cock slide in with ease. You can feel and hear the groan deep in John’s throat as he bottoms out, the head of his cock brushing against your cervix. 

John’s forehead dipped to touch yours, his unsteady breathing matching yours. His hips froze as he waited for you to adjust. You waited a few beats, relishing the delicious stretch, before you gave a nod of approval. Supporting you with his hands, he pulled out, all the way to the tip, before slamming home. Your head fell back to the cool metal wall as you gasped in pleasure. John continued the action, hips colliding with yours, every thrust sending a wave of pleasure through you. Your moans got louder, joining in the symphony of your bodies slapping against one another, the soft beat of your body against the wall of the elevator as John railed into you. 

It was too much. Every thrust pushed you closer to the edge, and you didn’t think  you could take much  more. “Yes,” you cred out,  “Yes, Fuck me, Captain,” you pant out, extra emphasis placed on his title. John’s hips stuttered at hearing  that word on  your  lips  once more . With a growl he slammed into you even harder. “Again,” his voice so low it sent a shiver straight to your cunt. 

“Please,” you begged, as his hips piston in and out of you with abandon, veritably nailing you to the wall with his cock. He hit that delicious spot deep within you and every thrust pulled  you closer and closer to  bliss.  “Captain,” you cried out before biting John’s shoulder as your orgasm crests, washing over you in endless waves of pleasure. You bit down harder than intended, but you don’t have time to regret it, not as John loses all semblance of control, thrusting into you with abandon. He thrust into you once, twice, and a final time as he came with a grunt of pleasure and his hips stuttered as he flooded you with his come. 

Your breaths were ragged, foreheads pressed against each other, feeling every twitch of his cock deep inside you. After a few beats, John withdrew, gently lowering you to the ground on legs that felt less than stable. He made sure to tuck himself back into his uniform and  adjust the remaining strap on your dress. You kept your grip on him, balancing yourself, as you felt his hot seed start to drip down your leg. An attempted step forward proved to be too much in your addled state, your leg threatening collapse as soon as you tried to step away from John. Without a word, John scooped you up into his arms, just like on your wedding night, before pressing a series of buttons on the elevator keypad. The elevator gave a small jolt back to life, and you found yourself thankful that John was holding onto you so tightly. Like nothing happened, John stepped off the lift and crossed you over to your suite.

You dozed in and out of consciousness in your blissed-out, post-orgasmic state, but came to as John gingerly laid you on the bed. He  helped slide you out of your dress, and you made a mental note to berate him in the morning for ruining your dress, already mapping out when he would take you shopping for its replacement. You watched in silence as John disassembled his uniform and set it out almost reverently before crawling into bed next to you. Rolling onto your side, you laid your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “I am so  proud of you, Captain Price,” you murmured. His hand trailed slow,  lazy circles over  your arm and down your back, pulling you closer into him. “Everything I do is for you,” John replied, his voice barely  above a whisper. He pressed his lips to the top of  your head, “I love you.” 

#john price x reader #captain john price #john price #captain price x reader #captain John price x reader #john price x you #price x reader #captain price #john price imagine #captain john price x you

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Here's a question...

Roughly 3k words in and I just can't decide if I should use "John" or "Price" when writing this man. I just keep interchanging them lol.

My Price Girlies...what do you think?

*ahem*

How would we feel about a smutty lil throwback Price one shot? Based on him and his lil wifey after he gets promoted to captain? And price realizes he has a bit of a thing for when you call him by his new rank? 👀👀👀

#this is new territory for me I haven't read much Price #Chill ash your Ghost Girlie side is showing #I'm loving this so far though VERRY into it I think you'll like it #but please for the love of god tell me which name to use #john price x reader

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This looks fun!! I love this stuff…

i'm over 5'5 (5’7” tall queen) / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts (thank you wfh life) / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings (I have 3 in my ears) / i have at least one tattoo (i have quite a few lol i think 12 or 13??) / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair (born a natural blonde but now I pay an absurd amount of money to stay that way) / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don't often smile / resting boss face / i play sports (im counting weight lifting 💪🏼)/ i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing (obviously lol) / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend ive known for over five years / i am an only child

I tag: anyone who wants to play :)

Got tagged by @kaitaiga thanks again I love doing stuff like this.

i'm over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts (glasses) / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes (depends, i like tight tops and baggy pants) / i have one or two piercings (only ears)/ i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don't often smile / resting boss face / i play sports (does lifting weights count lmao)/ i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone (?? Does a situationship count LMAOOO) / i have a best friend ive known for over five years / i am an only child

This was fun, okay so I'm going to tag,

@cybxr-nem3sis @itsclovhere @gamergirlbones @pampanope @deadbranch

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Reblog so everyone can hear what they need.

#needed this

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*ahem*

How would we feel about a smutty lil throwback Price one shot? Based on him and his lil wifey after he gets promoted to captain? And price realizes he has a bit of a thing for when you call him by his new rank? 👀👀👀

#one thing about me is I’m always gonna ask yall for approval before writing anything #because I’d hate to write something that wasn’t appealing to anyone lol #we’re not gonna look into that too deeply tho #captain john price #john price x reader #john price

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How Price Actually looks

How Price looks according to the fandom

#I’m almost 30 please stop calling him old 😭😭😭 #okay okay okay chill we’re not at 30 yet so it’s fine it’s all fine and great and everything is fine

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Tw: references to Simon’s past

Simon’s not sure how you convinced him to tag along to come see your best friend’s new baby. But somehow he finds himself seated next to you on the couch as you play with the newborn and offer your friend the opportunity to catch up on some much needed rest.

The next thing Simon knows you’re pressing the little bundle into his arms, insisting he simply must have a turn holding the baby boy.

“Make sure to support his head there, and watch his little hands so he doesn’t scratch himself, oh and make sure—”

“I know how to hold a baby, love.”

“Oh because you’ve spent so much time around babies, yeah?” You teased, a smile on your lips as you playfully rolled your eyes.

“Yeah…I have.” Simon’s voice was suddenly quiet. You caught him looking down at the child, a sadness in his eyes. True to his word, he seemed at ease holding the babe in the crook of his arm. This clearly wasn’t the first time he’d done this.

A quiet “oh” was all you could manage in response.

Simon couldn’t take his eyes off the little one. He looked impossibly tiny curled up against Simon’s large bicep. The baby let out a fierce yawn, eyes falling closed and snuggling into the crook of Simon’s elbow as Simon gently bounced him in his arms. In that moment, he looked so much like Joseph it nearly took Simon’s breath away.

Simon felt a hand on his upper arm, turning away from the baby to find you looking up at him, face full of unspoken concern.

You recognized the haunted look in Simon’s face that took over every so often. Leaning forward, you pressed a tender kiss to his cheek. “Love you, Si. Come back to me.”

Simon took a deep breath, grounding himself in the present, mentally shaking off the ghosts of his past.

“I’m here, love.”

#don’t judge me it’s 2:30 in the morning I can’t sleep take this sleep-addled brain ramble #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley imagine #simon “ghost” riley x reader

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These John price thoughts will not leave me alone…I fear….i fear I may need to write my next one shot for him

#it was supposed to be with Simon but now I can’t stop thinking about that damn captain and it fits my idea so goddamn well I just #I fear I cannot let it go #don’t look at me ghost girls I am still one of you

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the 141 and quotes that match them:

#I’m kissing each of these men on the mouth #I could take them all #in a fight of course cough cough