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temeyes · 2 days

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simon riley, ang panget mo talaga (affectionate)

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midnightarcheress · 3 days

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thinking of you becoming price's personal lucky charm :)

cw: f!reader. slightly nsfw. very rushed/unedited. idk shit about casinos or card games lol.

when your friend begged you to dress up fancy and go out with them, a casino was not what you had in mind. especially not an underground one, entrance hardly visible in the dimly lit street, where you even needed a password to get in.

despite being far from your definition of a night out, you decide to give one of the games a chance. the roulette seemed the easiest, with seemingly less rules to learn, and to your surprise, you're crushing it. starting with safe outside bets, you make your way to straight bets and stay winning every single one of them.

at your winning streak, you sense two sets of eyes on you, almost burning your flesh with the heat that crawls to your cheeks. you peek over your shoulder and meet two burly men, one with an icy stare and half-covered face, the other with an adorable boyish smirk and a mohawk. still, both glare at you with an intense puzzled gaze, laced with curiosity and an underlying hunger that makes you shiver.

suddenly, you feel a rough hand settling on your lower back, nearly making you jump on your seat, “what does the pretty lady think about heading to the vip section?” the man says, pearly smile doing a perfectly good job in luring you in, “all that luck needs to be put to good use.”

you ponder for a second, fearing that once you’re in, all your fortune will slip out your fingers and the beginner’s luck will be gone forever. but his sweet brown eyes are too convincing, and you nod, taking his hand and walking through a mysterious door.

“i– i don’t know how to play poker,” you stutter, brows knitted together at the sight of a round table with piles of chips in the center.

"don't worry, love, you're not here to play," a bearded man says, gruff voice followed by a puff of his cigar. he seems a bit older than the one who brought you inside or the two observers, ocean-blue eyes looking at you tenderly, but the sly smirk on his face doesn't go unnoticed.

he pats his thigh, gesturing for you to sit, "my men say you've been quite lucky out there," a smoke cloud forms in front of him, mingling with the strong scent of his cologne, "let's check."

hesitantly, you comply, plush thighs meeting his firm one. he chuckles at your shyness and pulls you closer to his torso by your waist, positioning your ass right above his growing bulge and you bite back a squeal, "name's John."

the game restarts and you watch the dealer distributing the cards. you glance at his hand and he holds five cards, all hearts, which must be a good sign, given the way he squeezed your hip, certainly hard enough to leave a bruise. not that you minded, considering the damp spot forming between your legs.

"would you look at that, straight flush," he flashes you a grin, cigar dangling from his lips as his laugh echoes amongst the annoyed huffs of other players.

his fingers trace your spine, teasingly edging the waistband of your skirt as you try your best not to squirm, "mighty luck you have, love," he whispers in your ear, beard gently grazing your neck.

he hands you one of his golden chips, "for you, as a thank you," your eyes widen at the number 1000 etched in the back, promptly pushing back the gift. he shakes his head, palm sneaking its way to your inner thigh, "there's way more where that came from."

it's safe to say you might become an avid gambler after tonight.

#captain john price #john price #price cod #john price x reader #john price x you #price smut #ghost cod #gaz cod #soap cod #cod mw #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #fem!reader #price x reader #price x you #casino au #nyx writes ☾#midnightarcheress

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witchthewriter · 2 days

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Y/N: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve. Gaz: I think you mean cards. *Y/N, pulling knives out of their sleeves* Y/N: No, I do not.

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toomanywordsnllines · 3 days

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Roach Gary Sanderson - He's my best friend, he's my pal, he's my homeboy, my rotten soldier, my sweet cheese, my good time boy, the love of my life, mine- *gets shot*

#manyrambles #manysart #cod #call of duty #cod mw #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty roach #gary roach sanderson #I like him traumatized but I also like him happy...sometimes

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efingspicy · 1 day

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Mornin' Gorgeous

hey look it's the render!

you know where you can see the whole painting right?

Reblog to support an artist! 💙💙💙

#call of duty #captain price #captain john price #modern warfare #mw #cod mw #mwii #mwiii #slightly suggestive

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wrylu · 2 days

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nikprice but they're that frog

why do the frogs have an ass, though?

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sleepyconfusedpotato · 20 hours

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LadyGaz Idea

I wanna do Ladybug's profile 🤔 and how Gaz meet Lady. Here are some thoughts from my restless brain (art incoming 👁️��️) :

Gaz and Ladybug have 3 first-meetings.

Gaz and Ladybug first interacted through a dating app. No, not the conventional dating app, but a (fictional) dating app where two people are matched based on their MBTI, Enneagram, heck, even their zodiac, but no photos. The idea of the app is "don't judge to book by its cover"; someone would not be surprised of someone else's personality when they meet.

Gaz had been feeling a bit empty for a while now, and after his mates told him about using a dating app, he's in on it. Anything to make his life more eventful.

So he started chatting with this girl with the name "LadyLuckBug" and after a while, they finally planned to meet! (They only know each other's user name, not actual name)

BOOM PICCADILLY CIRCUS BOMBINGS HAPPENED

Gaz and Ladybug stumbled upon each other for the first time. Gaz being in the field to fight the Al-Qatala, while Ladybug was there to take care of the injured. WITHOUT KNOWING THAT THEY'VE BEEN TEXTING EACH OTHER ON THE APP. They even introduced themselves to each other.

A day later (aka the blind date day) BOOM. They meet for the first time again.

Lady told Gaz that she'd love to meet again, but Gaz said that he had to be deployed somewhere (with the SAS gimmick, and all that). Lady also said that she also had to be deployed. They said they'll chat often.

*Urzikstan 2019* BOOM. Gaz is there with Price to help Commander Farah and the Urzik militias, while Eleanor was deployed there to provide medical care for the joint forces.

They meet each other for the first time, again.

SO YEEEEEEAAAAHHHHHH I WANT TO DO SOMETHING WITH THAT DATING APP IDEA 😭💗 I THINK IT'S CUTE AS FUCK AND I WANNA DRAW IT SO BAD

The ship name would be LadyGaz now nyehehehehe

#Gaz is the most normal out of 141 #He deserves a good normal woman (she isn't)#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod #cod mw #call of duty modern warfare 2019 #cod mw19 #kyle gaz garrick #eleanor ladybug graham #call of duty oc #gaz x oc #gaz x ladybug #ladygaz

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simonzmama · 5 hours

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guys now fr hear me out rq… simon with a man bun?

your hands were always in the light locks of his hair, the dark blonde strands falling just at his shoulders when down. you luved it especially when he was too lazy to shave, letting the sharp of his jaw prick over in hairs… even if it bout scratched your skin off.

how bout just like now? you’ve got yourself propped up in his cozy lap, his thighs flexing and jumping under yours with the way you ground down into him. you’re moaning into the warm welcoming cavern of his mouth, lashes fluttering against his cheeks as your eyes roll back.

there’s a thin barrier between the two of you, n you must admit, you almost regret lounging ‘round in one of his shirts n your panties cuz now… you’re ’bout on the verge of busting.

one of his hands slide up your thigh before he’s digging the rough pads of his fingertips into the plush, doughy skin of your ass; the other one disappears under his your shirt until he’s got his hand slipping up your breast, tugging n fisting at your soft skin till it almost hurts

as for you, you’ve got your fingers digging into the round of his hair that sits tied up at the base of his skull, the other pressed against the hard pec of his chest to stabilize yourself. you dig your nails under the hair tie he’s got in, n you audibly whimper as his hair falls, your nails dragging up the back of scalp before brushing n pulling his hair in desperate tugs.

“simon,” you drawl out breathlessly as his tongue drags over yours, words slurring into a mess. “need you, need you so bad.”

his fingers dig ever so slightly deeper into your skin, lips sealing a kiss against yours before he’s pulling just centimeters away to speak. “you want me, baby?” he whispers, “you’ve fuckin’ got me, take what you want.”

might jus be me doe 😬 like 'magine him eatin' you up with those mighty locks urghhh

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oh-sturg-art · 3 days

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The boys ✨

I can’t believe I’m still on this shit like what. Begging this hyperfixation to go away (I am lying)

Closeups

#art #artists on tumblr #my art #traditional art #cod art #cod #call of duty #cod mw #cod mwii #cod mwiii #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain price #john price #simon riley #john mactavish #kyle garrick

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chamomiletealeaf · 4 months

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Sending a video to Simon while he’s on deployment of you humping your body pillow in your cute lace baby blue panties with a little pink bow on the front, aka, his favorite pair, making sure he can see the now dark blue spot in them from soaking yourself.

You’re panting, squealing Simon’s name bouncing your ass on the pillow while you straddle it rubbing your twitching clit back and forth on it.

You have the camera positioned behind you to get a full view of your ass and pussy from behind and when you cum in your panties you make sure to arch your back so Simon can see how wet your orgasm made you.

He sees the video and immediately locks himself away in his bunk for the night, roughly fisting his cock over and over to you moaning his name, the soft jiggle of your ass and thighs, and the way your cunt just gushes for him like his own personal little cam girl.

God he can’t wait to get home.

#call of duty #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #real #modern warfare x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost cod #simon ghost riley cod #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #mw3 #mw #mw2 #cod mw #cod mw3

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temeyes · 3 days

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soap, igalaw mo yung baso,, pls,,,

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midnightarcheress · 2 days

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drabble // beach day with the one and only soap mactavish.

"johnny, can't you be quiet for a moment?" you ask, putting dots of sunscreen on your boyfriend's back. you've tried to reason with him multiple times about the importance of being protected against solar radiation, but does he care? not in the slightest.

"cannae ye do it quicker?" he retorts, feet anxiously tapping the sand as you lather the cream on his shoulders.

you roll your eyes, finishing distributing the remaining white spots of the product and moving to his front. "look up for me," your index tilts his chin upwards, narrowed eyes meeting his eager blue ones, "just a second, love," you say, fingers gently spreading the sunblock on his forehead, nose, cheeks and neck.

he squeezes your waist repeatedly, a childish attempt to urge you to end his torture. with a peck on his lips, you put him out of his misery, "all done," and the man leaps out of his seat, wasting no time to dig in the sand.

"gonnae build a castle for mah princess."

this appeared to me in a tiktok dream

#john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap cod #cod mw #cod mw2 #cod m3 #soap drabble #soap headcanons #nyx writes ☾#midnightarcheress

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lovelyghst · 7 days

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just thinking about how big simon riley is.

like him fucking you in missionary; the way his shoulders completely block your field of vision and his large hand planted right by your ear dwarfs your own by the masses. his meaty, veiny arm leading up to his panting chest, usually pressed fully against your own as it gets him so worked up to feel your tummy and tits, hard nipples and soft skin grazing his calloused build. the big man comes with big scars!!

speaking of scars, he gets so fucking weak in the knees and heart when you pay attention to his various marks scattered on him. he never tells you the full stories—rarely even a spec of the truth, most often—but he still gets a little flustered when you kiss them better.

simon can usually hold it together, but sometimes (all the time) he gets sooo hard and blushy when you touch and squeeze his biceps and feel up his abs. call him your strong and impressive man and he’ll have you on your hands and knees in the matter of seconds, shoving his dick in you from behind to cover up how pink his cheeks turned.

he loves coming up behind you in the bathroom while you’re getting ready, putting on your pretty lipgloss or adjusting the bow in your hair while he watches through the mirror like a quiet, curious dog.

seeing how the width of your shoulders only reach his pecs when you’re centered at his front, and christ, the height difference.

placing his large palms on your hips, one up them maneuvering to flatten out on your tummy and pull you further into him. he wraps his arms around your entire frame for the tightest bear hug ever.

call him cliché, but he has such an evil habit of comparing your hand sizes. it turns him on and makes you giggle, each and every time.

the one time you asked him to slip his arm around your waist and head in the crook of your collar for a mirror picture had resulted in your neck being sandwiched between his bicep and forearm, and long lasting marks on your hips from where they hit the counter repeatedly as he fucked you hard in a chokehold.

you just get him so riled up! but it’s okay, because he kissed your temple a lot throughout and afterwards apologized with cuddles for ruining your nice outfit and makeup <3

#cod mw #simon riley #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x female reader #ghost x female reader #simon riley smut #ghost smut

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witchthewriter · 23 days

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Gaz: I sleep with a knife under my pillow.

Soap: Weak. I sleep with a gun.

Y/N: You’re both pathetic

Soap: What do YOU sleep with?

Y/N: Simon.

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audisive · 15 days

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♪ BROOKLYN BABY. (💌) – previous part

౨ৎ simon 'ghost' riley | reader

synopsis: the 141 believes the scot now.

tags: fluff, romance, soft!simon, you're basically their mom atp lol, bickering, there's a bet between gaz n soap, gaz secretly wants you shh, ooc characters, not proofread, price being the gentleman he is, he's seriously just watching everything unfold

It's not always that Ghost is willing to let the 141 stay at his house for their traditions – which is just drinking beer and watching sports, really. In fact, he's always said something about his place being empty, so they always settled on someone else's. They stop asking after a year, and in turn, he stops having reasons.

It's not until Soap pops the question again when everyone else's houses are unavailable for a variety of reasons, his being that he left his faucet on and now his shitty apartment is flooded. You can only imagine the suspicion and shock when Ghost agrees (or, rather, simply grunts).

The drive is long, nothing short of 5 hours, and Soap spends the better half of it bickering with either Gaz or Ghost. He falls asleep by the next half, and when he awakes, he gawks at the lovely looking house before their car. There's two stories to it, a balcony, a front porch, and there's no doubt that there's a backyard.

Contrary to popular belief, no, it is not all black or plain at all. It's all equally surprising to them. The Brit isn't the type to care about the appearance and state of a house, usually. They do envision him in a mostly empty apartment with only a bed and a bathroom, though.

There's a delicate touch to where a rough man lives; the smell is almost heavenly when they enter the house. It's homely, the scent of newly washed sheets and lingering smell of food; there's a cat perched on the living room table that Ghost scratches the head of lovingly in a way that's so casual and natural. It's like they're at the gates of–

"Simon!" Heaven's bells ring in their ears, luring them into the doorway of the living room, and the sound of feet padding against the cold floor. There comes a soft-looking thing running into Ghost's arms, completely engulfing you.

You only notice the three familiar faces of your boyfriend's team members – though you know he considers them family if anything – when you pull away. An angel clad in only a cami top, shorts, and Simon's hand around your waist, you turn to look at the group with a surprised look on your pretty – Soap thinks that God, you're so pretty – face. "Oh, hi," you smile sweetly, obviously awkward at the silence and the staring.

"It's been a while," Ever the gentleman, the gruff voice is the first to speak up with your name uttered, the only who's actually met you – John Price. Soap is too enamored with the way you hold yourself and the fact that, holy fuck, even your name's pretty. Gaz raises a brow at the captain's greeting.

You smile once more – a genuine one now. "Nice to see you again, John."

"'S rude to stare, Johnny." Simon speaks out, a smirk under the mask. "Please excuse him, miss," Gaz adds, this beautiful man, and offers a charming smile.

"You must be Gaz," you hold your hand out, "it's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Pleasure's all mine," Kyle forgets that a hand could be this soft and gentle, "and please, call me Kyle." He barely stops himself from turning your hand in his to kiss the back of it like one should to a lady so fair; his lieutenant has good taste in women, he'll give him that. And when you're out of the area, Soap is sure to rub it in Gaz's face. I told ye so! LT wis hidin' somethin' from us. A pretty something, that is. You don't miss the way he slips a twenty-dollar bill into the Scottish man's hand.

"Glad tae meet ye," Soap finally says, winking. "Understand why he wis hidin' a bonnie lass like ye from us." There's a mischievous glint in his eye, almost naturally so.

"A'm hurt, LT, but whit can I do? After all, we're just a couple o' brutes, arenae we?"

Simon watches in amusement, "you'll live." Soap is quick to move to your side as you lead the small group of hulking men through your shared home after that.

Simon is visibly more relaxed with you around. He's comfortable, that much is a given, with the way he's taking up most of the thankfully large couch with his manspreading. So is the 141. They're pampered like spoiled children (or pets, really) through the whole day.

Instead of just beer and faucet water, they're offered a variety of drinks in the kitchen that's enough to be considered a private bar. Instead of an empty belly unhealthily stuffed with beer and a mix of mediocre takeout, they're met with warm homecooked meals. They lose track of time quickly; the night falls by the time they've tired themselves out, and they've had not one, but two meals thanks to you.

(They're sure to commend your cooking skills and think of how lucky this tall brute of a man is blessed with a woman so soft and pliant and wonderful and– while Price is the one to be the most grateful, Soap compliments you the most. "A can practically taste the love." You laugh in turn.)

Gaz is the first to speak after a meal so lovely, they could simply just sleep on the floor comfortably and wake to the same smell of home. "It's a bit late, love, we should probably go."

"Thank you for having us," Price smiles down at you kindly.

"Ye've been lovely, bonnie." He wants to stay some more.

"Wait," you stop them, looking up at Simon for further approval. He's already looking at you with a reassuring brush of his thumb on the side of your hip and a nod. You turn your eyes back at them. "It's already late, you three should stay the night. We have enough room for everyone."

There comes, "we don't wanna intrude," then, "we can take care of ourselves, it's alright."

"Please, I insist." Your smile brightens, "I'll even cook breakfast before you leave."

The mohawk moves with a sigh, "now tha's just no' fair, lass. How are we gonna say no tae that?" You giggle. Only then do they find themselves tucked away in the guest room, and boy, you were right when you said it could fit them all if not more.

On the way to the bathroom in the late hours of the night, Soap catches a glimpse of light through the crack of your bedroom door to see his oh-so strong lieutenant, vulnerable in your arms. There's something natural about the way you cradle the large man and kiss his hair like it's part of your DNA, like you're programmed to do that 'cause Soap thinks you're simply unreal.

He's proud of his lieutenant, this lucky bastard. He turns another blind eye once more, but he's paid in full with another fulfilling meal by the morning.

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wrylu · 2 days

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what is that

oh, just him

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