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roommate!johnny who yells “honey, I’m home” when he gets home from work. only grins in response to your reminder that he doesn’t have to scream and that you’re also not his honey

“then why are you so sweet to me hen?” bastard.

will openly flirt with you when your friends are over to see how flustered you get. they giggle and whisper about how sweet he is while you stand there glaring at him

sneaks his shirts into your laundry

orders you breakfast at least once a week, usually on your days off. he has your favorites memorized and always has it waiting for you on the breakfast bar

constant hair ruffling, whether you like it or not

he never brings anyone home from his trips to the bar and when you ask why he shrugs dismissively, not bothering to hide the way his eyes seem to peel back the layers of your clothes

has a habit of walking around half dressed, something that becomes a huge issue when your air conditioning breaks halfway through august. you swear the universe if torturing you as he parades around the apartment, purposefully leaning in close behind you to speak lowly over your shoulder

insists on movie nights for ‘bonding time’, even though you two couldn’t get along better if you tried

the movie always ends with his arm wrapped some part of you, a blanket tossed over both of your legs. you always swear you’ll be able to drag yourself back to your room afterwards, but your willpower dies the moment he hums something about putting on another movie

jokes about being hopelessly in love with you – or at least you thought it was a joke at first. after a bottle of scotch is shared between you one night he starts to ramble about knowing how special you were from the moment you’d met. now you're not so sure

beams like the sun when he hears you tell an overbearing door to door salesman that you’re going to get your boyfriend if he doesn’t go away

“that’s me, right?”

pays you extra attention when you're sick, not that you can ever get him off your back anyway

king of platonic princess treatment

offers to marry you so you can get his military benefits. when you ask him what will happen if he falls in love with someone who isn’t his ‘wife’, he chuckles. “I’m pretty confident that won’t happen. who knows bonnie? maybe you’ll end up falling in love with me.”

you hope he doesn't know that you're closer to it than he realizes.

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Can't stop thinking about Captain John Price, your good friend's boyfriend, listening to you talk about how you are considering getting a guard dog, and he whole-heartedly agrees with you. John likes you, you're a fantastic friend to his dove and you're sweet, and sweet girls do need protection. So he nods along and tells you he'll look into getting you one, a big one to protect you.

Two weeks later, you're invited to your friend's house, her telling you days before that John might have gotten you a dog, so to prepare! She wasn't sure, he just hinted at it on the phone.

Tell me why, after knocking at your bestie's door, she opens kinda pale and awkward, maybe even a little bit annoyed, inviting you in. Instead of a proper, legit, literal dog, John introduces you to Simon Riley, who stands there awkwardly but tall and intimidating while your friend apologizes, calling her boyfriend an idiot. But John isn't an idiot. For a while now, he thought you'd be perfect for his Lt., this just a funny way to introduce you both. And the only thing that took Simon to agree (after a sharp yet bored no when firstly asked) was to send him a picture of you at a bar, smiling.

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"So... you come with a leash?" You joke with the tall man, whose eyes wrinkle in amusement. He has been more on the silent side although very atentive, his intense brown eyes on you all evening. Now that you were both alone at the balcony, abandoned by the two love-birds, you tried to ease the tension.

"I don't do leashes but I can pull a spiky collar." He smiles as you giggle. Hell, he felt relief that you did. Even happiness...

"Yeah, it would fit you."

"Yeah?" His voice was low and buttery. "What about a tag with your name on it?" He leans down a little, just enough in your personal bubble, and your stomach flipped. You felt your cheeks warm.

"Can it be heart shaped?" You stare prettily at him and all he can do is to snort to ease the tension.

"However you want it." His reply was quick, eager.

"Deal. But first take me on a proper date."

"Perfect." He smirks.

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What happens in your ask?

nothing different than what i posted earlier about it, but sometimes people dont read my “more about this blog” post pinned to my blog and submit requests that i usually dont answer/write to. when people do this, i genuinely think theyre trolling/trying to just joke around w me so we can both have a little laugh, and i have a hard time trying to figure it out.

i REALLY dont want to come across rude/insensitive if that isnt the case. i love all my followers/people who interact with my content and it literally makes me grin each time i get to interact with someone on here since im still a growing blog!! thats why as a general rule, i dont think im going to be responding to asks that i dont feel comfortable writing. there are so many amazing COD blogs out there that write abt topics that i dont write (like bdsm)!!

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OK lemme clarify sumn yall 😭 nobody probably saw it but sometimes i cannot distinguish whether you guys are being serious in my asks or not, i have issues w/ reading tones over text. ive gotten some trolls before but maybe i should update what ill write and what i wont write.

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ghosts 💀

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Why 2019!Price is obviously better than OG!Price: Reason 1583

New Price has that peak dilf physique

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my babeys….. I HAVE 100 OF U GUYS FOLLOWING ME!!!! thank u guys i promise to take care of u w my writing 🤧

#sunny speaks #i love u all!!! #mwah mwah mwah #lil forehead kisses for u all

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hes SOOOOOOOO GRHHRRHRHRHRHRHRHR god i love that man and his stupid mohawk

☕️ SOAP IN “TROJAN HORSE” | MODERN WARFARE III

#john soap mactavish

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aint no way i already almost wrote drabbles for all of 141 already lmfaooo. i need to write for gaz hrgrhrgrhr hes so cocky i love it

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cw: 18+ MDNI, afab, smoking

price relished in the feeling of the mattress underneath him, his cock half-hard with you laying idly at his side with a fucked-out expression. he had been back for the holidays, which was rare since he very seldom got the privilege of spending it with you. snow continued to fall outside of your shared cabin, the warmth of your afterglow enveloping you. you could still feel his cum coat your inner thighs, your legs closed in an attempt to soothe the ache he left behind. the smell of sex and your perfume permeated the air, his eyes focused solely on you— god, he’d take you again if you’d let him.

he lazily reached for the pack of cigars perched upon his nightstand, fetching the lighter as well. he brought the cigar up to his mouth, the sparks from the lighter flicking off until the flame grew steady, lighting the cigar with ease. he let a few puffs escape his lips, finding sanction in the way the smoke burned his lungs— hell, he barely even felt it anymore. he turned over to you, his eyes half-lidded with admiration. the way your hair fanned out across the pillow, your softness, your warmth— you were his. his to take care of, to dote on, to satisfy.

he’d ruin you for any man that dared to come after him, that much he knew. he extended his hand out to gently cup your cheek, guiding your face to his.

“do you trust me, pet?” he cooed, using the term of endearment that had become your bond. you slowly nodded, visibly curious. he responded by easing his thumb into your mouth, gingerly guiding it open. as your mouth remained open, he removed his thumb before he took a drag from his cigar, his lips hurriedly meeting yours. the slickness of his tongue found yours, coaxing a soft moan out of you as he exhaled the smoke into your mouth. he grinned at the way you took it so well, his lips and tobacco mixing to make a heady concoction. he pulled you onto his chest, your breasts flush against him. he could feel his cock starting to harden at the thought of taking you again, sprawled across the bed as he shared a part of himself with you.

“just open a lil’ wider this time— aye, there we go. takin’ it like a champ, are we?” he praised, a smirk landing on his features as he pressed the head of his cock against your puffy folds, your eyes rolling back at how well he stretched you as the smoke infiltrated your lungs, feeling him with every breath.

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hey guys im sorry i havent really been posting, ive had some family issues going on in the past few days. i promise to upload something this week, mid-week the latest 🩷 i love u all and im very grateful for all of u!!! pls take care of urselves

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i love the cod writing community so baddddd…. if any cod author ever sees this ilysm 🤧

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clumsy!reader and simon.. she's always tripping over something, if not herself. :((

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"Easy, tiger." Simon rumbles affectionately as he catches you around the waist, stopping you from tumbling off of the kitchen counter. You'd been stood up there in an attempt to find some niche spice at the back of the cupboard, one you'd needed for the dish you'd been wanting to make since you saw it online earlier in the week.

You almost find yourself rubbing chilli sautéed onion in your eyes until a hand wrapping around your wrist saves you from inevitably winding up in tears. "You - how the fuck are you still alive?" He questions with an amused incredulity, wrapping his arms around your waist, guiding your hand with the knife to save any bloody fingers.

"Maybe you're my guardian angel." You giggle, not even looking down at the cutting board, knowing that Simon's got you covered.

Still with a scar on your foot from the last time you dropped a scalding metal tray, you've long since been banned from actually getting things out of the oven, always forgetting gloves, stumbling over your own feet or accidentally setting your hair on fire with the rings on the stovetop.

As Simon withdraws dinner, you watch eagerly over his shoulder, fingers crossing in the hopes that it turned out alright.

"Smells really good, honey." He coos as he swats your hand from the tray, still piping from the oven. "And no injuries this time. A new record."

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I’ll try to get around to answering requests … currently in the process of making 2 fics for u guys + id like to write another thing for mechanic könig, maybe even make it a little ongoing series of this blog 🩷 if you'd like to see what im working on, my WIP’s will be in my masterlist. also thinking of making an ao3 for my longer fics to be posted on :^

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ONE NIGHT I PROMISE I WONT FUMBLE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

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the way yall ate up the mechanic könig au was insane shiiiii might have to make a pt 2

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♡︎♡︎ SWEET.

simon riley x reader synopsis: you and your fiancé were settling in for the night, ready to go to bed until you insisted on doing a little skincare with him— he didn't know it'd bring about old memories. tags: fluff, slight angst/lots of comfort, mentions of blood word count: 1.8k

There you were again— another night of standing in front of the mirror, your menagerie of face products messily lined upon the white-marbled sink, the hum of a low fan serving as white noise as you got ready for bed. The bathroom’s humidity welcomed you, having just gotten out of a well-deserved shower. A white towel wrapped snugly around you as you reached your hand out to press it against the fogged glass, rubbing the condensation away in short and swift motions. You leaned over the sink in a feeble attempt to get closer to it, the edge of the sink poking at your stomach as your eyes squinted in concentration. An exasperated sigh left your lips, eyes daring to roll back into the back of your head out of sheer annoyance from the inconvenience. A sudden hand snaked around your waist, pulling you into its warmth as you jolted up out of surprise, your shoulders loosening once you put two and two together.

“Boo.” The gruff voice whispered, his voice reverberating from his chest into your frame. A huff of amusement escaped through his nose, seeming quite pleased with his ability to still catch you off guard doing such mundane things as taking care of yourself. He was met with a gentle elbow to his hardened abdomen, your elbow seeming to take more of the blow than him. “Rude, Simon.. I was busy!” You griped, reprimanding your fiancé for sneaking up on you when he was aware of how much you hated that. Years of military training seemed to only hone his stealth rather than diminish it, his tendency to loom in hallways and corners out of pure habit by now. “Uh-huh. Bet you were, love. Quite a shame.” Simon supplied simply, unphased by words that lacked any venom in them. He slipped past you with ease, extending his arm out towards the lid of the toilet seat, letting it fall as he took a seat atop it, legs spreading as he drank in your figure. Simon did this often, almost following you around like a lost puppy— dark eyes simply fixated on you and enamored with your movements. “I was! I was about to put on a face mask.” You said as your hand reached for a nearby packet, the small gray packet crinkling with each movement. Simon’s eyes narrowed in examination of the product, brows slightly furrowed as he took it from you without further hesitation, his eyes scanning it, practically burning holes into it. “Charcoal... paper mask. What s’all this for?” He asked with a hint of interest in his tone, his brows knitted in skepticism. He was aware of your interest in skincare, yet the topic remained foreign to him for the most part. He had no need for it although his skin was beyond needing care. A couple of ingrown hairs from messily shaving in the wrong direction, and purple under eyes that did anything and everything but blend into his skin. Skincare— what the hell does anyone need skincare for? Are soap and water not enough these days?

“It’s supposed to reduce oil by pulling blackheads out or something, I think.”

“Your skin’s oily?”

“Isn’t yours too?”

“Dunno. Just usually scrub the shit out of it and roll out of bed good as new...” He mused, rotating the packet between his index finger and middle, offering it back to you after he was done. Being in the military left little room to worry about the condition of his skin, the only liquid meeting his skin being water, sweat, and blood— his own... most of the time. It was a folly thought to think you believed he was informed about the condition of his skin, stifling a small laughter caught in his throat. You gently took it from him, attempting to rip the top of the plastic packaging off and absentmindedly setting it aside before an idea crossed your mind. Simon sensed this, his eyebrows slightly raised as interest peeked through his poker face.

“Si…” You began sweetly, your voice comically raising an octave in an attempt to persuade him. As predicted, Simon’s resolve slowly crumbled at the sweetness in your voice, mentally cursing himself for being such a sucker for you. “What is it?” He softly inquired, his head cocked slightly to the side as he awaited your words. “Would you want to try this with me?”

"Try what?"

"A face mask— don't act stupid."

"If I wanted to act stupid, I'd take notes from you, lovie."

"Oh, ha-ha." You stuck your tongue out at him, eliciting a huff of amusement from him. He remained quiet as he gently took ahold of your hand, getting your fingers to loosen their grip on the packet. His eyes scanned the foreign piece of plastic, reading the ingredients it contained. You caught his attention, moving closer to him as you pointed out the ingredients.

"These are just all the things it's mixed with. Niacinamide is supposed to help with oil reduction, the aloe is for calming inflamed skin..." You trailed off as you gestured for him to read the rest. He gave you a look that practically screamed, 'You don't need any of this', but he obliged in the directions you gave him anyway. Everything checked out with what you said, not that he'd doubt your knowledge. You always knew about little facts, odds and ends here and there-- maybe that's why you kept wiping the floor with him whenever you two would watch Jeopardy.

He inhaled deeply for a moment before letting the puff of air out through parted lips, finally giving you a nod of acknowledgment at your earlier offer. "Yeah, sure." He agreed, shrugging it off as if it were no big deal. The corners of your lips tugged to form a huge grin as he handed the packet back to you to rip open. You took a step forward between his legs, his dark brown eyes watching you with rapt attention. Pale eyelashes flicked up to trail your features as you struggled to open the packet, much to his delight. The shape of your lips, the way strands of your hair would fall into your face and catch against your long lashes that dropped over your eyes— Simon was by no means a saint, but God, did he want to be one for you. His hand found its way to your clothed hip, his thumb rubbing small circles over the fabric.

"Aha! Got it!" You threw your hands up in the air, fists clenched as you celebrated your small victory of getting the packet opened. "Ready?" You eagerly asked, practically teeming with joy. He stiffened slightly at your words, his eyes straying from yours for a moment. He didn't know what came over him— you had seen his face a thousand times, hell, it wasn't like he was wearing a mask now. Maybe it was the way that all these face products served as a reminder that he didn't have perfect skin. Better yet, it served as a reminder he was far from perfect himself. Scars littered his body, some from even when he hadn't been in the military— each scar on his body told a story, some nastier than others. "Yeah." He responded bluntly, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat. You were his fiancé and accepted him wholeheartedly— he knew that. Your relationship had been through hell and back to get to where you are now. Countless missions he had gone on that you were convinced he wasn't going to come back from, dreading the day that you'd only have his dog tag to remember him by. You were the only person he had left and gave a promise of coming back to— everything be damned if he didn't claw his way back to you every time.

You fished the paper mask out of the packaging that was soaked in product, his eyebrow twitching in curiosity about how it was going to be applied. "Close your eyes." You cooed as he stared at you for a moment before his eyelashes fluttered shut. Your expression softened as you straightened the mask before placing it over his face, the coolness of the mask sending a chill up his spine. You began smoothing out the mask with your thumb, delicately mapping out his features. His nose was crooked from the time he told you he broke his nose at age 18 for getting into some barfight at a local pub, which served as no surprise since you were well aware of his temper when it was directed towards others. Craters of acne scarring embedded into his cheeks from his nails digging at the painful hormonal acne he had suffered from until the ripe age of 22. The scar on his chin from when he had scraped it on a rock as a rookie in training for the military. All of what made Simon, Simon.

"You're handsome." You said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I know it." He replied, his voice mirroring yours. You gave him a weak smile as you shook your head, your thumb still smoothing down the edges of the mask. He always hid behind his cocky demeanor, vulnerability masked by his dry humor. "No, I mean it." You mumbled as a moment of silence fell between you two, filled by the low hum of the bathroom fan. His hand was still resting on your hip, his thumb pressing into the soft flesh blanketed by polyester. He didn't say anything in response, opting to say nothing as he blinked a few times, his gaze falling on a nearby bath towel that was strung up to dry. Even though his words failed him, you could've sworn you saw a hint of a smile threatening to grace his features.

The rest of the evening continued with him learning more about skincare, letting you ramble on about which products you were looking forward to getting in the future. Night fell as quickly as the evening ended, landing you two in the comfort of your shared bed. You fell asleep before he did, practically swallowed whole by the cotton blanket you two had picked out a week ago. Maybe it's too big, he thought to himself. His eyes landed on your sleeping form, watching as your chest rose and fell rhythmically. Your hair was sprawled across the pillow as moonlight filtered in through the curtains, almost giving an illusion of an aureole of light surrounding you— he could've mistaken you for an angel itself if he were half-asleep, honestly. He reached out for your hand, gingerly taking it in his as he admired the ring he had proposed to you with. His index finger grazed across the band of gold, the reality that you were his pulling at his heartstrings.

He fell asleep with you in his arms that night, peppering kisses to your temple before bringing his face down to rest in the crook of your neck with him tucked at your side. He wasn’t burdened by nightmares for the first time in a while— he dreamed.

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