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valiira · 7 months
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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — hello hello! just here to say I’m taking requests after a lil break! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა
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valiira · 7 months
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his everything ◦✧・゚
◦ tags; simon 'ghost' riley x reader, soft ghost, short and sweet, couple paragraphs, comforting, sfw, caring, heartfelt.
He never says ‘I love you’. Of course he, the Ghost himself, would show it in every other way he possibly could. Making your tea with two sugars in it, cooking your eggs just how you like them. He knows you like the little fork or how you like to sit on his left by the window to soak up the sun. He knows you prefer his black hoodie over is navy blue one. His love language was remembering everything you loved. Ghost didn’t have much in this world except for you and that’s all he ever needed.
Now all he whispered were those 3 little words into the frown of your hair. “I love you…” His raspy voice echoed out. Thick accent barely hiding the hurt behind his words. A previous mission gone bad and now you lay pretty messed up in a hospital bed. The way his voice and fingers trembled gave you the idea that he had feared he had lost you forever.
His hand was ever shaky as he gently grasped your own. And in this moment you soaked up every word he muttered. You don’t know how long you had been out for or what exactly had happened, but you didn’t care in the moment. The only thing that mattered was Simon being there with you. You squeezed his hand weakly, managing a hoarse response.
“I love you, too.”
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valiira · 7 months
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♡:・゚✧:・゚✧ A Good Workout
synop: Soap helps you workout as promised!
tags: soap x reader, hinted-nsfw, 18+, a lil short & a lil spicy
— You had unfortunately told Johnny in a delirious moment while half asleep, that you wanted to start working out with him. Meaning more so that you just wanted to hang out while he worked out, but he took it as an opportunity to have you participate this time.
Now you were 10 reps into whatever he had you working on and you felt like dying. You were sweating and entirely too hot even in your athletic gear that was ‘suppose to keep you cooler’. That was definitely a lie.
“Just ten more lass,” John says. Even though it was ‘just ten more’ the last time he said that. Your thighs were far too sore and it seemed like your entire body trembled with the strain. The only thing pushing you forward at this point was his hands. The slight pressure of one hand on your lower back and the other just barely ghosting your hip, guiding you through every set.
While obviously reassuring, they were also very distracting.
You were already hot but his hands felt like liquid fire tracing over every part of your body. Lingered longer than you would expect. It made you nervous.
Finishing your actual last set, you flop onto the mats, totally exhausted. “I think I’m gonna sleep right here,” You groan, closing your eyes for a brief moment.
“Oh no ya don’t,” Soap’s voice calls out, waking you back up out of your brief rest. Your eyes find the very attractive Scottish man standing above you. Hands crossed over his chest, he smiles down at you. “Now you’ve got to stretch out the muscles you’ve overworked.”
And that’s how you ended up on your back with John’s hands working out your hamstring. His instructions of anything fell on deaf ears. Not for a single damn second could you focus on anything other than the grip this man had on the back of your thighs. Your focus was entirely on trying not to breathe too hard and squirm beneath his touch.
This feeling was entirely new. Felt…far more intimate. The way his fingers rubbed into the muscle, edging lower and lower with every stretch of your leg, almost teasing you in a way. Although you’re sure he wasn’t doing it entirely on purpose.
It’s not until his fingers press lower, somewhere far more sensitive, that you gasp and finally allow your body to shudder at the pleasure.
“S-soap,” His name catches in your throat as you try to speak. The sudden stop of his movements felt relieving but also disappointing.
Realization hits him quickly. Pieces fall together behind his brown eyes and he smirks down at your blushing face. His fingers press into your sensitive skin once more. This time, entirely on purpose. He knew exactly what he was doing now.
“You think you can keep your voice down lass?”
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valiira · 7 months
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valiira · 7 months
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╰﹒ price's wife = the wife of 141
warnings/content: 18+! 141 x fem!reader. dubcon: sex under the influence of alcohol, unprotected sex, blowjobs, anal, mentions of cum and spit, male masturbation ??? just... everything, really. buckle up, besties. mdni!
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being price's cute little tradwife would mean that he'd share you with the rest of 141, too. it wasn't his plan at first: he had never thought of it until he had seen the way that they had all looked at you. 
gazes lingering on your frame for just a while too long. tongues wetting their lips as they towered over you, grinning as you laughed, soft and sweet, at something they'd said. your eyes sparkling, your glossed lips tugging into one of those smiles that filled the pit of price's stomach with butterflies each time he saw it on your features.
you knew how to make everyone around you feel special, no matter if you meant to do it or not. and slowly but surely, they all had begun to ask about you: about whether or not you'd be joining them for drinks that evening. about your plans for price's vacation. 
"takin' our lass somewhere warm?" johnny grinned, wetting his lips. "send us boys a postcard or a picture of our bonnie layin' on the beach, will ye?"
where price had expected to feel a touch of jealousy, he instead found himself feeling something so much deeper. excitement; burn at the thought of them enjoying you just as much as he did.
you were good, and sweet, and kind.
your love was endless and unconditional: the type of love that healed wounds one didn't know they had in the first place. your lips soft, your eyes twinkling, your touch nothing short of damn heaven: a woman like you made to be loved by so much more than just a single man. 
so why not four?
and after months of watching their need for you grow day by day, price gave in.
inviting you to dance with the boys in your living room. grinning, as he encouraged ghost to draw you into his lap: to let his fingers play with yours as you drank yourself silly, your husband handing you a new glass each time you downed the previous one.
price humming with warm agreement, as gaz pulled you to him and let his lips ghost a kiss on your forehead. so soft and gentle, careful to not scare you off. 
though his permission for them to touch you had not been explicit, they'd all known: had seen it in the way that he had looked at you and them, brow raised in his amusement.
help yourself to her, lads.
and so, they did. 
you were so drunk that your words were slightly slurring: eyes twinkling as the three men were suddenly all over you. his little wife so confused, yet so happy—you always were when you were drunk. so gullible, so easy to influence.
the drunken words of encouragement from their lips tangled together: their hands suddenly all over you, nearly impossible to keep track of.
it was ghost who called you our darlin', wasn't it?
soap who promised to be so gentle with you, not wanting to hurt their little lass. wanting to make sure that you could take it all.
gaz whose hands were kneading your hips, as his lips brushed against your earlobe. 'gonna fuck you so good, love.'
your gaze searched for that of price, yet all he did was raise an amused brow with a cigar hanging from his lips. lounging on the couch of your living room, cock pressing against the soft material of his pants.
be good, his eyes told you. make your husband proud, bunny.
and so you did. working so damn hard on your knees: the three greedy men taking their time with you as they fucked your throat in turns, grinning as they watched your mascara run down your pretty little cheeks. price's little wife exhausted yet glowing: eyes looking up at them as they slapped their cocks against your cheeks and watched you suck and lick on their balls, drops of precum messing up your pretty hair. 
so fucking good for them, weren't you?
price's good little wife. 
their sweet little slut.
though your thoughts were clouded from the alcohol rushing through your system, your body responded in all the ways that you knew made price proud of you. your thighs glimmering with your arousal, your lips parting in the warmest and softest of moans and gasps, as their hands palmed your throbbing cunt and tore off your panties and dress.
so greedy in the way that they forced your breasts on full display. mouths and hands attacking your sensitive nipples: low, rumbling laughs making you clench your thighs together, as you struggled to stay standing from the way that they were passing you between the three.
faster than you understood, you found yourself perched up on the coffee table. on your hands and knees, eyes aligned with those of price, as his hand moved to your lips.
"spit, sweetheart."
you did: your brows furrowing as price used your spit as lubricant, his hand moving to his cock as he laid back on the couch and touched himself.
touched himself to the sight of his squad mates going to fucking town with you. a cock—whose, you did not know nor did it matter—sliding into your drenched cunt, merciless in the way that it stretched you wide and open with a single snap of his hips. another one at your mouth, pressing against it: sliding in, impatient, as soon as you parted your lips. burying itself deep down your throat.
"keep your eyes open, bunny," price groaned, voice touched with dark amusement. "the boys wanna see you when they fuck you, don't they? wanna see what a damn good woman they've got."
the tip of johnny's cock pressed against your second hole, and your eyes widened from the realization. 
"it's not her first time," price chuckled, eyes never leaving yours. "she's never taken one in each hole, but she can handle it. can't you, love?"
your brows knitting, you nodded your head. no use in trying to talk with gaz's cock pushing deeper down your throat—his fingers tangling in your hair, as johnny pushed in. 
inch by inch as you focused on your breathing: your eyes locked with those of your husband. and you managed. of course you managed. you were price's good little wife, and his good little wife was made for taking three cocks simultaneously.
was made for pleasuring his friends, now fucking losing it on you. fucking into you as you moaned and mewled: as you came again and again, shaking and sobbing around them. covered in your own arousal and their cum, their spit, and your tears of sheer overwhelming pleasure.
and as they were finally done, it was clear to all five of you.
by then, you were no longer the wife of captain john price.
you were the sweet little wife of the entire 141.
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masterlist | requests are open 💌
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valiira · 7 months
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♡:・゚✧: — hey cutie! i’m still taking a few requests so if there’s something you’d like for me to write, send in an ask! ily!
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valiira · 7 months
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♡:・゚✧: — hey cutie! i’m still taking a few requests so if there’s something you’d like for me to write, send in an ask! ily!
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valiira · 7 months
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perhaps... a boba date with simon?? ˊᗜˋ
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♡:・゚✧:・゚✧ First Date
prompt: hehehehe boba date :3
tags: simon riley x reader, sfw, short & sweet, cutie patootie simon, first date
— First dates were always going to be a little awkward, especially when said first date was with a coworker of yours. You and Simon had known each other for a few months when you more or less confessed your feelings to him one exhausting morning. And luckily for you, he agreed to go on a date
You did your best to forget how embarrassing and red your cheeks got after the confession and simply just enjoyed the thought of getting to go on a date with Simon.
Arriving just a few minutes earlier to the cafe you two decided to meet up at, you picked a nice table in the corner.
Not long after you arrived, the front door to the cafe chimed its little bell and Simon entered the cafe. Tilting his head just a little bit to even fit through the door. It almost made you laugh yet instead you just waved your hand at him.
His brown eyes upon seeing you lit up, crinkling in almost what seemed like a smile. You couldn’t tell, as he never went out without his fabric mask. A black mask with white markings of that of the bottom half of a skull. You never asked why he wore the mask, just assumed it was something he enjoyed and a topic that maybe he would share with you in the future.
You greet the tall man with a warm smile as he moves in closer to the table. “Sorry if I kept you waitin’.” Simon says in an apologetic tone.
“It’s really no problem. I just got here, please don’t apologize,” You state and wave your hand to brush away the apology. He brushes some of his dusty blonde hair out of his eyes and accepts the gratitude.
You two talk shortly before a waitress comes over to take your order. You order a tasty sounding strawberry shortcake and a blueberry boba. Turning to Simon, who you expect to order something more bitter, he instead orders a brown sugar milk tea.
“Good choice,” You encourage him with a smile. He doesn’t answer but his brown eyes flutter in what you could assume as thanks. Casually now you two have some fun banter that doesn’t even casual work conversation. And you can only describe it as…really, really nice. Never knowing he was such a passionate person. But that is probably because work is draining more so than you could describe with words.
The two of you receive your drinks and your dessert, which both look absolutely amazing. You opt for taking a photo of your food and instead ask him how his drink is.
“It’s really good. Sugary but tasty,” he responds softly, glancing over at you with soft eyes. “Next time, I’ll have to try that blueberry one you ordered,” Simon states, another crinkle of his eyes.
Laughing softly you stir the drink before you…that is until his words really sink into you.
Next time!?
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valiira · 7 months
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♡:・゚✧:・゚✧ Be Good
synop: toji comes over because you owe him money.
tags: toji fushiguro x reader, NSFW, 18+, minors dni, short & spicy
— “Listen brat,” A hot, raspy voice spoke against your ear.
A hand tightened around your waist while another around your throat. A comforting reminder who was in charge. You can’t form words to respond so you simply gasp in hopes Toji accepts it.
He chuckles at your pathetic attempt to speak, snapping his hips forward making your whole body tremble.
“You owe me twice the amount we agreed upon. I’ll triple it if you don’t behave and be good.” Toji spoke, removing his hand from around your throat to smack your ass before continuing his aggressive rhythm.
Heart filled eyes, you moaned at each of his thrusts, trying your best to match each one.
“Y-yes…sir,” You mumble between pants. Hoping this shared night never ended.
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valiira · 7 months
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♡:・゚✧:・゚✧ guess who’s taking requests!!
drop a cute little request in my ask box and I’ll be sure to deliver a few sweet little responses soon! ♡
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valiira · 7 months
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♡:・゚✧: Mornin' Love
prompt; john price helps you out in the garden and gets stung by a pesky wasp ♡
tags; john price x reader, sfw, anon request, soft price, lil short & a lil sweet.
— You were thankful for Price, especially when he was home from work. Even if the two of you never really had a lot of time to spend together, due to said work, you enjoyed every moment you could. This morning he woke you to a nice cup of coffee and some wildflowers he had picked just outside the fence on your shared farm. Of course you two would rather stay in bed the entire day, sadly the garden needed tending today.
So begrudgingly, you two got up to begin the task. The garden was slowly becoming more like a hot spot for weeds than that of a pretty field. And of course, Price just had to make a comment on it.
"I've only been gone a few months love," He starts to say, gesturing to the obstacle before you two. Smirk on his face as he slips on some gloves to help with pulling the weeds out. "What'cha do while I was gone, huh?" The sarcasm very apparent in his gruff voice.
You rolled your eyes, lovingly of course, and shrugged. "I don't know John, count our savin's?" You reply jokingly as you put your own gloves on.
The two of you began your work of removing some of the more stubborn weeds. Things went smoothly for awhile, snarky comment here and there, but suddenly Price was muttering in discomfort. Come to find out, the big oaf was stung by a wasp. You chuckle at the thought of this man getting stung by something as small as a wasp. Even though, wasp's kinda sucked.
"That's what you get for all that sarcasm," You say, making your way to his side. Gently grabbing his arm and turning it ever so slightly to view the sting. It was of course just a little swollen and a lot of red but no stinger in site, which was the most concerning thing at the moment. "C'mon baby, let's go get some ice for that swelling." You kindly speak, leading John by the arm back to the house.
Of course, he replies simply in a grumble. Managing a shake of his head at his predicament. The military man had been through hell and back but it was certainly a wasp that was making him feel the worst.
Once back inside, you adoringly take care of John. Making sure to dress the wound and put it on ice. Listening to him gripe about being taken care of , but you truly wouldn't have it any other way. The morning coffee, the sarcasm, the loving caress, the complaining old man, you wouldn't trade it for the world.
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valiira · 7 months
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ooo okay! maybe something with price? him helping you with your garden and he ends up getting stung by a wasp so now he’s all 😐🤕
♡:・゚✧ would you like sfw or? :3
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valiira · 7 months
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hiii! who do you write for in the cod fandom?
♡:・゚✧ hi there! i write for anyone in cod! simon is my pookie bear but I really like all of the cod characters so I’ll write for all of them!
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♡:・゚✧:・゚✧ guess who’s taking requests!!
drop a cute little request in my ask box and I’ll be sure to deliver a few sweet little responses soon! ♡
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valiira · 7 months
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his everything ◦✧・゚
◦ tags; simon 'ghost' riley x reader, soft ghost, short and sweet, couple paragraphs, comforting, sfw, caring, heartfelt.
He never says ‘I love you’. Of course he, the Ghost himself, would show it in every other way he possibly could. Making your tea with two sugars in it, cooking your eggs just how you like them. He knows you like the little fork or how you like to sit on his left by the window to soak up the sun. He knows you prefer his black hoodie over is navy blue one. His love language was remembering everything you loved. Ghost didn’t have much in this world except for you and that’s all he ever needed.
Now all he whispered were those 3 little words into the frown of your hair. “I love you…” His raspy voice echoed out. Thick accent barely hiding the hurt behind his words. A previous mission gone bad and now you lay pretty messed up in a hospital bed. The way his voice and fingers trembled gave you the idea that he had feared he had lost you forever.
His hand was ever shaky as he gently grasped your own. And in this moment you soaked up every word he muttered. You don’t know how long you had been out for or what exactly had happened, but you didn’t care in the moment. The only thing that mattered was Simon being there with you. You squeezed his hand weakly, managing a hoarse response.
“I love you, too.”
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valiira · 7 months
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with dreams like these ✧・゚: *✧・゚:*
just a soft intro post here! you can call me vivi and i like to write sometimes!
◦ i'll mostly be making y/n content, keeping it as vague as possible (unless of course on special requests!), about any of the following; call of duty, genshin impact, final fantasy, BG3, JC'S avatar, demon slayer, jujutsu kaisen, rwby, my hero, naruto, bleach, aot, atla/lok, tokyo ghoul, full metal, fate/stay, and a slew of other's! if you want something specific just ask!
and of course, anything heavily nsfw implicated/involved will be with canon characters who are confirmed to be older than 18! I will write platonic relationships between characters and y/n as well!
◦ i can and will rp too! if that's something you're looking for. but if you're also just looking for someone to just rant or chat with, send me a message!
if you have any questions, go ahead and ask! ♡
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