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iifishizzleii · 18 days

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inspired by: this post.

you can’t tell me that soap wouldn’t date a gal who’s tall. he will ogle those legs for hours, adore the way you smile down at him like the sun shining through the clouds.

ghost loves a woman who cooks as much as she (but only as half as he) eats. you keep each other strong and healthy, and he gets to love on the softest parts of you.

there’s just something so beautiful about black women to price, especially the ones with accents and languages different than his that they can teach him.

and if a woman can physically keep up with him, gaz adores her. muscular arms, thick legs, you’re a greek statue carved from marble in his eyes and you’re glorious.

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cookiepie111 · 6 months

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Cod men taking you to build a bear workshop to cheer you up.

A/N: This is widely self-indulgent cause I was sad and wanted a plushie/ get a giant cinnamoroll. Ghost/könig and price X black fem reader. Not proofread

Ghost looks terrifying there in all black and ski mask, but he's sweet staying with you while you're there. roaming the shop looking at different accessories. He's the one who suggested it when you were sad. He was happy to see your face light up when the bear was done tightly hugging it all the way home. (Later got a little felt/ toy knife for the bear, sticking it the stubby hand, cause he thought it was 'well funny ' 'No!'

König - he sees a girl leave the shopping mall with a giant cinnamoroll plush, instantly knows he has to get you one. The poor girl looks so scared as he asks. She takes him there, but it's sold out. She suggests another place "if you're girlfriend likes sanrio try Miniso!" Lots of smaller,regular size plushies and blankets that with a few snacks is the perfect pick me up and gift for you. He comes back, proud of his work, with a whole basket of goods for you. You shower him with kisses, snuggling next to him in your new blanket.

Price is more than happy to go with you, ushering you to the car. He can't stand seeing his girl so sad. he helps you pick outfits, holding them up comparing the two. 'He's gonna be cold without a jacket.' he talks as if you're getting clothes for a child. Sees the bear cheered you up a bit, got an arm wrapped your shoulder. you mutter a small 'thank you' as he kisses the top of your forehead

#ghost x black reader #simon riley x black reader #könig x black reader #john price x black reader #price x black reader #simon riley x reader #john price x reader #könig x reader #x black reader #cod x reader #captain price x reader #my writing

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yesimilkdamilkman · 20 days

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Firefighter!Price saving his future gf from a fire🫣🫣

(get in my fucking askbox now)

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nina-renmen · 12 days

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You’re Mine Pt.4

I’m in my era where I can produce 2-3 fics a day but I lose motivation within a week 😭 anyway, sorry for the long wait! As you all know there are Yandere themes such as mentions of drugging, murder, drinking and other themes that are not suited for minors or people that can’t handle this. You have been warned! (This fix is not prof read)

part 1 part 2 part 3

The worst thing about this job was the aftermath of missions. The one thing y/n didn’t like was having to stay in one place after getting shot. The darker toned woman sat down, her leg throbbing. She was just thankful that it stopped bleeding. Unbeknownst to her, y/n’s captain stood around the corner. Y/n had gone on a solo mission, it was completed with no casualties but she did pay the price by getting shot. Although the bullet went straight through, price knew she wouldn’t be on her feet for a few days, maybe even weeks.

Outside he stood holding a sugary treat. Something y/n had told him she liked on their ‘date’. He fiddled with the packaged candy in his hands. Contemplating on going inside of her room, but just as he decided to do so, he heard y/n’s phone ring.

Looking down at her phone y/n saw her father’s contact name. Without waisting any time she answered it, putting it on speaker so she could changer her bandages. “Hey dad.” Y/n spoke first as she grabbed the roll of bandages and disinfected. “Y/n, sweetie….are you okay?” He asked. His voice sounding worried. Y/n only brushed it off as him being worried because of her wound. Word travels fast within the military.

“Yes dad….the bullet went through my leg. I should be back on my feet in two weeks or so.” The sound of bandages opening filled the silence as her father didn’t say anything in return. After a few moments he finally spoke up.

“No….thats too long. I’ll have one of my men come get you.” He said in almost a rushed tone.

“My wound isn’t that bad. I’m taking care of it and-“

“Not the wound y/n. I want you to stay away from Price.” General l/n spoke over y/n. Like a commander, barking orders at his subordinates. “Dad…Price isn’t that bad. He’s can be a little rough around the edges but he’s not bad.” Y/n said as she finished pouring the disinfectant alcohol over the wound.

“Y/n….Price has been looking into you. He’s stalking you. I want you out of that squad immediately.” Y/n furrowed her eyebrows as she hauled her movements. Sure…it was normal to look into someone. Y/n had looked into Price to see what he’d accomplished to get in the role of a captain but that was it. “Dad….thats normal. Maybe I’ve been late to a meeting or-“

“Stop making excuses for that man….ill tell you what. If I get you stone hard proof, you leave that squad with now argument. Okay?”

Y/n sighed as she wrapped her leg. Making sure not to put it on too tight. “Dad, I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

Y/n paused. She wasn’t sure how he’d react to this. “He’s my soulmate. I found out a while ago and-“

“You don’t think to tell me?” General l/n’s voice was softer this time. He seemed more understanding of the situation. “If I had known I wouldn’t have had made a big fuss.”

“It’s alright. I know you’re only looking out for me.” Y/n replied. As she finished tiring off the bandages.

“I still don’t trust him. My parents were soulmates and my father killed my mother, but you know that already. Don’t drop your guard just because he’s your soulmate.” Y/n’s father started. “Just because he loves you, doesn’t mean he won’t hurt you. Treat him just like any other man you’d come across.”

He was right. Loving someone dosn’t always mean you’re compatible or vise versa. “Okay..”

“Promise me.” General l/n’s voice grew stern.

“I promise.”

“And make sure you carry a gun on your dates.” Y/n’s father advised.

“I already do. No need to remind me.” Y/n said as she rolled her eyes.

“I’m just making sure you’re safe. You’re my only daughter.”

Y/n smiled at that. “I’ll be safe…..” There was a small silence between the two of them until he spoke up. “Alright then. Well I have to get back to work. Don’t cause too much trouble, I love you.”

Y/n laughed as she told him she loved him before he hung up. Sitting in silence, y/n thought about what he said. Even though she brushed it off she couldn’t help but be a bit wary of John.

A knock on her door startled her from her thoughts. Pushing those bad feeling away she called out. “Come in.”

The door opened, revealing John. He was in nothing but a blue shirt and khaki pants. His hand holding up y/n’s favorite sweet treat.

“I…heard you got injured. So I got you this.” He said, holding it up. Y/n’s eyes trailed over to the sweet treat. A grin carved on her face, giving price the green light to step into the room. He closed the door behind him before handing Y/n the sweet treat. Y/n’s fingers wrapped around the packaging. She thanked him with a smile as she tore open the wrapping paper like a child that had just been gifted candy.

“Is the medication working?” Price asked, trying to make small talk as he sat in the chair that was beside Y/n’s bed. He got comfortable in the chair. It was obvious he planned on staying a while.

“Not really.” Y/n said truthfully. “The medicine here dosn’t really work on me.”

John looked at y/n curiously. “Why is that?”

Y/n let out a nervous chuckle, as she leaned back into her pile of pillows that propped her up. “I didn’t grow up in a stable nehiborhood. My parents worked so much that I was sent to live with family members that weren’t so great. I picked up some bad habits if you know what I mean.” Y/n stated. “I’m clean now, but I still have a high tolerance for it.”

John nodded. He didn’t seem disgusted or disappointed. He seemed grateful that y/n told him. “I appreciate you telling me.” He said honestly. Unfortunately for y/n he only appreciated that y/n told him about it so he can up her dosage. If she hadn’t told him then he would have been confused as to why she hadn’t passed out after eating the snack he spiked.

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hunterbunter3000 · 1 year

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loving that Sweetheart white era i bet the hair was an accident and the boys has never seen her l i v i d

RIGHT??? like she was gonna kill someone fr fr

Sweetheart: THE BOX SAID BLONDE NOT FUCKING STORM WHITE

Oh, she was mad.

Yelling at everyone, giving everyone death glares

And then Graves said something about it and she threw him in the trash (LITERALLY-- PICKED HIM UP AND PUT HIM IN A TRASH BIN)

But Price said it looked good on her anyway and gave her a Lil wink

She was like "Teehee 🤭 Thank yeewww" and that calmed her down 💀 AND THE GUYS WERE ALL HUDDLED IN A CORNER BEING SCARED AND THEN SHES ALL FLOWERS AND HEART THE SECOND SHE HEARS A COMPLIMENT ABOUT IT

LIKE???

Sweetheart is... something else man 💀💀

#love her tho #with her crazy ass #ALSO THIS ASK IS SO OLD IM SO SORRY #black fem reader #price x reader #price mw2 #cod price #price x black reader #john price x reader #task force 141 x reader #task force 141 x y/n #black reader #141 sweetheart #hunter's ask lounge ☕️

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lxvvie · 7 months

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Y'all know that whole trend that was going around social media with women calling their significant other by their full name? Yeah, that one. Yet another conversation was had, this time it was about the reactions your favorite babygurls would have if you called them by their full government name because of reasons. Maybe.

Capt. John Price - He's, uh, startled but not enough to drop his cigar this time. Does take a puff of it, though, before addressing you like it's the calm before the storm. Isn't too fazed because he heard it enough from his own mom growing up and he figures he's suave and diplomatic enough to placate you.

Gaz - Pointedly ignores you while giving you side glances here and there which is a major indicator that he's gotten into some shit. Probably. More than likely. Yeah... it was Soap's fault.

Alex Keller - Actually did get into some shit. Does not answer the call of duty.

Soap - You hear 'ah, shit', heavy footsteps, probably a crash, and Soap's peeking his head out from the other room. Has a deer-in-headlights look about him. It was Gaz's fault, goddamnit. He's so adorable. It's enough to make you giggle.

Ghost - You get a grunt. And then it hits him. He stops doing whatever it is he's doing. Fuck, he knows that tone. Simon turns to look at you and he stares into your soul or something like that. What in the hell kind of made-up middle name is that? You spend the better part of a good minute staring each other down before you're all, "I love you ♥️," and Ghost groans and rolls his eyes and goes back to whatever it was he was doing. But not before he grunts out a "Love ya, too." in return.

Alejandro - This is one of the few things that'll actually faze the man. Will damn near break his neck turning to face you to see what's wrong and his eyes will be wide. Oh, the last time he heard his full name called like that was from his beloved grandmother and he'd gotten into some shit then, okay?

Rudy - Ducks his head. Doesn't show his face; he can't bear the sternness of your voice, your gaze. It wasn't him this time, he swears; it remains, though, the way you say his name, an echo in his mind: Ro-DOL-fo. Why'd you have the emphasize THAT part of his name, huh?

König - König.exe stops working. Actually does break something trying to get to you. His eyes are fucking saucers, okay? Oh shit, what did he do this time, Schatz? Are you getting him back after that one time he snuck up on you to surprise you and you dropped dinner? Did you find out about the time he accidentally messed up the laundry and the white clothes came out pink? WHAT DOES HE HAVE TO DO FIX THIS?! Oh, you... just needed him to grab something off the top shelf for you.

Horangi - Also did some shit. Is unapologetic about it. Hits you with a nonchalant, "Yeah?"

Graves - STAYS IN SOME SHIT, OKAY? Saunters in like the smug bastard he is. Smirks and winks at you. "Haven't heard that name in a while, darlin'. What's your fancy?"

Valeria - Pulls a Uno Reverse and calls you by your full government name. Wait―

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cinnamoodles · 1 month

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smut is great but do you know what’s better? heart wrenching, soul twisting angst that makes you want to cry (take my money)

#spencer reid x reader #jason todd x reader #anthony bridgerton x reader #james potter x reader #sirius black x reader #kaz brekker x reader #kageyama x reader #cedric diggory x reader #daryl dixon x reader #dick grayson x reader #din djarin x reader #steve harrington x reader #azriel x reader #john price x reader #jake seresin x reader #charles leclerc x reader #chris evans x reader #homelander x reader

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ceilidho · 7 months

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ghost asking price to fuck you because price was older and had more experience. wanted price to show him how to make you feel the best, what to do. :3

and now. i am going. to shriek. slight twist on this because I don't necessarily envision a threesome here, but I think Ghost would enjoy Price taking a look at you and guiding him.

Ghost bringing you to Price for his approval and then locking the door behind the two of you when you step into his office. Then leaning down to whisper into your ear that Price is a good man, that there's no one Ghost trusts more than him, that he trusts him with his life, every single day, without question.

He sits you on his lap and spreads your legs over his, flipping your skirt up and just nudging your panties to the side. You let him even though you can't help the way you grip Ghost's legs, nails digging deep into his thighs, even through the material of his pants.

You had a mind to bolt, to freak out. To yell at Ghost that you're not some plaything and stomp out of the room. But it doesn't come out. You sit there, lost for words and breathing in too little oxygen, quick little hitches that betray your anxiety.

Price leans against the desk to watch the two of you, eyes calm in spite of the show being put on for him. Like this happens every day.

You think Ghost's been with women before so you almost wonder if they've done this before, but somehow it feels different. It feels reverent. You feel it more so when you peek over your shoulder and catch Ghost staring up at his captain's face, eyes intense. Searching for his approval. Looking at him like he's brought something home and needs to be reassured that he did good.

"She lets me put it in twice a day," he says, matter of factly more than a boast. The lightning zap of shameful pleasure nearly bowls you over, but he keeps you pressed to him, back to chest. Holds you steady in place. Anticipates how much of a shock his words would come to you.

"You make her come every time?" Price asks, voice gravelly and you hate, hate, hate that it makes you clench up. It shouldn't. He's your boyfriend's boss, his captain - a man you've (up to now) looked at with nothing but respect and cool distance. His voice shouldn't make you wet.

You jolt when Ghost's rough fingers pass over your clit. "Every time. Sometimes more."

"Good lad."

You choke on a whimper when Ghost's hips bump up into you, hard cock pressing against your ass. The grunt that spills out of him is visceral, barbed like wire. Like Price's words affect him just as much as you.

#i literally blacked out and woke up to this sorry #ceil writing #cod x reader #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #cod simon riley #ghost/reader #ghost cod #captain john price

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s1ckh1mb0 · 9 days

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Men who spit on it. They’re just purely sloppy with it. Holding onto the fat of your thighs to keep you pinned in place. He wasn’t doing this for you, no. He has been at this for hours just because he had missed you. You were only gone for a couple days to see your family. That didn’t mean shit to him. The moment you came in the house he had you pinned against the wall, legs thrown over shoulders as he held you up by your thighs. The way he was moaning and grunting into you it was basically like he was getting off just from being able to taste you again. But no matter how much you push his head back he is just relentless. “Fuck jus’ a bit more baby. Just giv’ me one more then m’ done.” You both know that’s not true but what could you do when he was so much stronger than you?

Hidan, Price, REINER, Zoro, and alucard

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keenzinemugstudent · 1 month

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Imagine Konig finds out you gave birth to triplets.

This poor man is on his knees hugging your waist and legs hiding his face in your stomach, you're gently rubbing his back trying to calm him down while Ghost, Soap and Price are starring down at the three sleeping babies.

Y/n: Darling please calm down.

Konig: I'm so sorry!

Y/n: Seriously it's fine so will you please get off the floor!

Konig: I'm a terrible person! Es tut mir so leid, meine Liebe! ( I'm so sorry my love!)

Y/n: It's not as bad as you make it, I swear it was quick and easy! See I'm fine and so are the babies so please stop crying sweetheart!

Yeah this man is not hearing you at all all he knows is that you were alone and you gave birth to three of his children, yes you both wanted kids, yes he knew you were pregnant but triplets?! Who would have thought?

Soap: I still can't believe Konig is a dad?!

Price: They are cute, I just can't believe I'm a grandpa.

Ghost: Poor Y/n gonna have their hands full dealing with four babies

Soap: Four? I know you're old but your not blind at least not yet.

Ghost: *points at a crying Konig* Four

Soap: Oh... Now hold on a minute that's just mean!

Ghost: Just being honest

Konig: Danke, dass du mir drei wunderschöne Babys geschenkt hast, meine Liebe! Ich verdiene dich nicht! (Thank you for giving me three beautiful babies my love! I do not deserve you!)

Y/n: I love you too but please stop crying! And get off the floor already!

(nothing tells me I got that translation wrong so I'm going to have to look it up again 😭)

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erensonly · 2 months

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thinking about sweet data analyst!reader being quiet as a mouse always scaring the boys. scares them so much they think abt getting her a bell. lets get into some backstory bc this may be a mini series 😈

contains: extreme fluff, ooc writing, love is used as a pet name, no pronouns used, references to DV pls read at your own discretion.

you were the new data analyst for the 141. before, you only worked with Kate, gathering and analyzing data for her but she thought you would be so much more helpful to the task force since their old analyst had retired. you were hesitant at first, not really wanting to be around a group of men. why should you leave your comfort zone?

this did not work with laswell. she had taken you in after you stumbled to the gates of the base, attempting to stop crying to give them an explanation and sporting bruises on your face and hands. luckily she had been there to meet with john when she had heard the guards complaining about a crying woman refusing to leave. she had helped you in more than one way. even allowing you to stay with her until you could find a job and move by yourself.

when she had found out you knew your way around computers, her face lit up like a christmas tree, telling you she had the perfect job for you. you were hesitant to take the job, knowing the work she did involved the military, you didn't know if you wanted to take the job. you had tried to convince her that it was fine, but once laswell has her mind made up, that's it.

thats how you ended up here, wanting oreos. you didn't mean to scare them at first. they were a little scary and you wanted nothing to do with them at first.

you just wanted the oreos but ghost was in the way, facing the opposite way with his head in his phone. you stood there awkwardly at first,not wanting to ask the big man to move but you really wanted those cookies. you stand there for a bit debating if you'll wait for him to leave the room or grow some balls and just ask him to move. you decided on doing neither.

you made your way towards him as quickly as you could; the plan was to just reach up and grab the chocolate cookies so you could go back to your desk before ghost could say anything. trying to get closer to the cabinet, you find yourself pushed up against the counter, a large hand wrapped around your wrist. when he realized it was you, he let you go with a big sigh. "scared the shit out of me. when did you get in here?"

"uh.. not too long ago." that was all you could muster, the man was too intimidating. you awkwardly shuffled towards the cabinet with the cookies and reached up to get them. mission accomplished, you thought to yourself. slithering back to your desk, you leave ghost stunned and only able to mutter a quick "bloody hell" before going back to his phone.

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the next time you interact with the 141 outside of working it's with gaz. from the small conversations you had, he seemed very nice with a kind smile and calming aura. this time you were trying to make your way to price's office to give him a manila folder with the information he requested. you had walked to the door but heard talking, maybe he was busy. you decided that you would wait to give him the folder so you wouldn't have to speak to whoever was in the office.

it felt like time was going so slow and by the time the person had walked out, you were leaning against the corner of the wall, head against the wall in a way that you had have to almost round the corner to be able to see you. you looked up, and the man look like he just had a heart attack. clutching his chest like he was clutching his pearls and purse and breathing heavily. "Jesus, love,gotta say something. have you been waiting out here long? you could've just came in, y'know?" all the questions were becoming overwhelming when you just gripped his lips to silence him.

it took his look of surprise and a bit of thought to realize what you did. you had just grabbed the lips of a soldier. not just any soldier but a heavily decorated soldier who was apart of The john price's task force. he could kill you faster than you can say you're sorry. "oh my god, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to, you just kept talking and i didnt know what to do. please don't kill me." you had finished your mini rant only to see him doubled over in laughter. he was in tears.

"did you just silence me?" he asked between laughs. you didn't understand what the hell was funny, this man is going to kill you. while he was still laughing and trying to get soap on the phone, you tiptoed into price's office to give him the folder, telling him that if he found you dead on base it was gaz before scurrying out of his office. john was left looking confused because he had just heard kyle laughing a few seconds ago.

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next was soap. sweet, sweet soap. he genuinely did his best to welcome you into their group, but you didn't really seem interested. he eventually just took any interaction you two had and replayed it in his head over and over again. you were just so sweet, how could he not? you still got lost on base sometimes since everything was one monotone grey and everything looked the same. and it was just your luck that the only people around were new recruits and other people you never spoke to. turning, you see soap heading toward the mess hall.

when you sped up to catch him, he's surprised. he even did that cartoon cat jump they do before running off. he started saying something in a language you don't understand when you cut him off. "not sure what you're saying but i agree. anyway, where's the gym? i need to ask ghost a question." he was shocked to see you turn around and wait for him to lead the way. he couldn't help the smile that came across his face. such a hasty girl; you always said everything you needed to say as fast as you could before turning away, giving him a look at allat movement back there.

he laughed again before helping you find ghost. and you still don't get why these men find you so funny. there is nothing funny about them being so scary.

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lastly, we got my husband john. he was made aware of your situation and why you acted the way you did before you started working under him. he couldn't help but think you were a sweet, hard working little thing. never with much to say, and so skittish. he may have told you that he doesn't know how to access the files on his computer just so he can see you come to his office with a folder. is it a crime to want to see such a sweet face?

john had told you he would like to see you after debriefing and that he would just let you know. but you had already finished your work of the day an you spent your free time playing whatever games you could access on your computer. you eventually started to feel restless so you decided to sit in price's office until he got there. there was a couch in a corner of the room, worn but comfortable. you could imagine the boys laying on the couch talking mindlessly to john.

you had sunken into the corner of the couch, curling up in a way that you would have to step completely into the office to see you sitting there. it had been a good 10 minutes of sitting in silence before you heard footsteps approaching the door. you couldn't hear exactly what was being said, but it sounded like john was on the phone. he, not long after, walked into the room, holding his phone between his shoulder and ear with a stack of folders in his hands.

"-exactly. yeah i'll be on it right away. bye." and as he's turning around, you're sitting up straighter and he yells. and i mean one of those old people, "help i've fallen" type of yelps; and he drops his files on the floor. you just give him a blank stare.

"good God. when did you get in here?" you just shrug, brushing over the question. "what was it that you needed from me sir?" that's when he knew, you were going to be the death of the 141. literally.

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cookiepie111 · 6 months

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Old shirt

A/N: Price finds his ex-wife with his shirt, ex-husband price x black fem reader. Not proofread Suggestive? @ceilidho for her ex husband price

Always a sight for sore eyes. A sight he'll always be happy to see. You, desperate and aching on the bed, usually under him, but this was good too. Face pressed deep against the pillow, grinding on the toy under you, broken cries, escape your lips as you desperately try to chase relief. Inhaling the last traces of your ex-husband from his shirt, his memory at the front of your brain.

He couldn't help but smile, still so desperate for him. It's good to know you still feel the same about him, which means he still has a chance. wearing you down will be easy, much easier than he thought, his girl always so headstrong and stubborn. Yet here you are wishing you were fucking him and not some useless toy but your pride would never let you call him for a hook up but it's okay that's why he's here now he knows what you need before you even ask.

You jolt up at the rubbing at your calf "thought you didn't know where that shirt went hmm" you turned eyes blown, mouth agape you didn't know where to start, the fact you lied about shirt, or using said shirt to get off to him and he caught you. Your Brain tried hard to piece something together but the burning heat and desire at your legs made it hard.

" I, um"

" shh, don't worry, sweetheart. I'll help you, alright" pushing you back on your stomach. it itches in the back of brain that you /should/ say or do something but you lie there, its so much easier, to not think, let him take charge and give you want you need.

You wake up dazed and alone, body aching and sore. Your fingers find their way down to your legs confirming the events of last night. The shirt is gone, no longer at side by your pillo. Itt's fine it the smell was fading anyway. You turn to see a new shirt on the counter you grab at it inhaling the sent, rubbing your legs at the smell. God, you'll never escape him

#price x black reader #john price x black reader #captain price x black reader #captain price x reader #john price x reader #cod x black reader #call of duty x reader #my writing #x black reader #john price smut

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merowkittie · 2 months

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Poly!141 x bratty reader :( (could also be read individually <3)

You’re so bratty that it really turns them on and simultaneously annoys them at the same time..

Gaz has developed the most patience with you, he tries to get you out of your punishments sometimes and other times lets you get away with certain things.. but when he does that both of you get punished :( but it’s ok, he’s holding your hand and whispering praises to you through it <3 “S’ok, Sweet girl.. next time be a good girl, ok?”

Price? “Oh no no no, sweetheart why are you crying?” “You’re the one who did it.” “Maybe after this you won’t do that again, yea?” He’s so mean about it.. but he makes the best love to you after. He’ll kiss over the hand prints he left on your ass don’t worry sweets..

Soap is much like Gaz but a soft mix of Price. He will definitely let you get away with being bratty, it turns him on so so much to see their girl act out. But when you’re taking it far and pushing your limits with him? He’s quick to deny you from everything you want.. he’s fucking you and you want to cum? “Only good girls get to cum, baby.. ye know this.”

Ghost.. oh he’s the worst of them all when you’re bratty.. he’ll quickly pick you up and bend you over his knees.. still acting out? All of your toys are taken away, the other men know not to interact with you at this point.. so now you have to claw at Ghost for attention and he’s not giving you anything.. not even a bat of his eyelashes. If you try to get off by yourself? Oh sweetheart, you’re not getting touched for a couple of weeks.. :( “What a needy, baby.. y’know what you did. Stop pawing on me like a pup.”

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nina-renmen · 12 days

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loved the makarov story:D can’t wait for part 2

Thank you! I’m glad you’re interested in it. I already have part two ready so I might as well post it. It’s taken me a bit longer to write as I’ve been juggling with school, work, ect. I’ll try and produce more but I can’t really promise anything yet!

Bleed for me Pt.2

Makarov x black reader

Warnings: Makarov has Yandere tendencies, reader is said to have braids, killing, stalking, threats

(If anyone wants a male version don’t be afraid to ask. Story is under the cut)

The base was quiet, your angered yells no longer filled the corridor. The harsh banging of the doors ceased, like still waves after a storm. It was almost too quiet. This prompted Makarov to get up from his comfortable office chair that was way to expensive to just be an office chair. Making his way down the halls he was oblivious to the dead body that was on the first floor. Your body hunched over it, pulling a pistol from it.

As he opened your shared bedroom confusion washed over him. He looked at the room that was only missing your presence. Anger over took its place. Your suitcase was still there but your backpack and immediate essentials were gone. You’d gotten up and left.

He slammed the door shut, shouting commands to his Russian soldiers. He would turn this place upside down if need be. He couldn’t let you go, he wouldn’t allow it. He’d become too attached to your presence. You knew his secrets, you knew that he wasn’t always a cold hearted monster. His enemies would try and take you, pull information out of you.

And unfortunately for you, that’s exactly what they did.

Y/n ran down the empty streets. The muscle memory in her body kicking in as her legs strengthened after being pampered for so long. She sped up, occasionally patting her pocket to make sure the plane ticket was still in her pocket.

It seemed as if she were running for a while. Twenty? No…maybe thirty minutes? Y/n couldn’t call a taxi, the people in these parts of town knew who Makarov was. They knew that y/n was his ‘woman’ and would immediately report it.

She was on her own.

As y/n rounded the corner she finally crossed into the next town. The airport was within sight. As she began to near it she realized that a car had passed her three-no…four times. Ane cursed under her breath, making a sharp turn into an alleyway where a large man tackled her down.

“Het the hall off of me!” Y/n sneered at the person in Russian, pulling out a pistol she’d looted from the dead body of the Russian soldier. Pressing the barrel against his stomach she put her finger on the trigger.

The two struggled on the ground, grabbing her wrist he pulled it out from under him but the gunshot rang out. Going straight through his arm.

“Fuckin hell lass!” He cursed in English. His Scottish accent was noticeably making y/n’s eyes glance down at at the flag that was on his vest.

Oh…..he was apart of the uk military

Immediately he grabbed her wrist, twisting it, forcing her to drop the gun. “I….I thought you were one of his men.”

The sound of multiple other pairs of footsteps reached her ears. “Shit…I-I didn’t mean it.” Y/n spoke in a distressed manner. Her hands covering the wound, pressing down to stop the bleeding.

“Tis’ fine.” He groaned, putting his hand on top of yours to press down harder. From her peripheral vision she could see three other men. She removed one hand, reaching for her gun. Well…until her wrist was grabbed harshly. She yelped in pain as it was twisted behind her back and she was pulled away from the unknown man.

“Where’s Makarov?” A deep, rough voice barked out.

“If you think I’m going back there then you’re wrong! Get the hell off of me!” Y/n sneered at the bearded man. “You ought to kill me before taking me back to him.”

There was a small silence. “You’re not with Makarov?” A dark skinned man asked, he crouched down beside you. “No! Of course not. I’m trying to get away from him and if he finds you with me he’ll kill all of you.” Y/n said in a rushed tone, she tried to wiggle out of the man’s grasp but he kept a strong grip on her.

“You’re still comin with us-“

“Like hell I am! I havnt done shit” Y/n barked at the bearded man.

“We can still put you behind bars for illegal underground fighting.” The man threatened, pulling y/n up to her feel.

“Captain be gentle with the little lady.” The wounded man spoke, getting up to his feet as well. His bleeding had stopped.

The man known as ‘Captain’ only shot his wounded team member a look before nudging y/n to get into the vehicle. He grumbled something along the lines of ‘Soap being soft of pretty women.’

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hunterbunter3000 · 1 year

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Sweetheart listening to TRAVIS SCOTT?? TRANCE??? not me imagining her in that white hair era moment with her headphones on singing-

“SHe’s LickIn DowN On My CheST”

*Probably price never whip his head so hard*

“IF YOURE MY HO I CALL YOU SEXY YEAAAHH”

THE BOYS WOULD LIKE NOOOOOO BUT LOWKEY ENJOYING HER THAT WOULD BE SO FUNNY SEEETHEART RAP CONNOISSEUR🫣😳🥵🥶

AHAHWHAHA FUCKING RAP CONNOISSEUR IS SO FUNNY

White hair Era Sweetheart is so different to regular Sweetheart omg

Like White Hair Era (W.H.E) Sweetheart I feel like is a damn man eater or something 💀💀 more bold, using her dark feminine ways more, and just confident to the MAX

She even changed her music flow cause of W.H.E (BLAME @missroro FOR THIS SHE PUT W.H.E IN MOTION BLESS HER HEART🫣)

And omg hearing her rap would be a highlight cause they've never heard her say these words before??? AND PRICE-- would get a show, babes

He would be wide eyed but never leaving Sweetheart's dancing figure. The white hair swishing like silk on her back, her hand movements. He's enjoying himself.

She sees him and coughs, kinda embarrassed that he was watching. He chuckles, blowing thick smoke out from the cigar Sweetheart gifted him. "Don't stop on my account, Sweetheart. Just enjoying the view."

(WHAT DO YOU M E A N BY THAT SIR-- WHY AM I GIVING MYSELF A HEART ATTACK)

#price look at what you do to me #wtf #I DONT HAVE DADDY ISSUES NO ONE ASK THIS PLEASE #IM COMPLETELY FINE AND NORMAL #ITS HIS STUPID BROAD SHOULDERS AND HIS BEARD THAT MAKE ME WEAK #LEAVE ME BE #black fem reader #price x reader #john price #price x black reader #black reader #black!reader #cod x y/n #cod oc #price x oc #john price x reader #hunter's ask lounge ☕️#141 sweetheart

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lxvvie · 7 months

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Your fave who uses you to edge himself.

He's close. So. fucking. close. Damn near came he's so drunk off of you, but no, not yet―

Not when he needs you to cum for him again.

And so he continues, finds pleasure in the tight coil within that's fucking screaming for release, gets off to your moans, your screams, the way your body quivers because it's overstimulated, and the way you say his name...

He's close, so. fucking. close.

Fuck, baby. Bring it home for him.

Just one more time, yeah?

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