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Some more tweets so I’ll have posted something today. Sorry, I’m trying a new posting schedule so this weekend will be slow

deranged reader my beloved, my daughter, me. back again in the spools of my brain.

warnings: exactly what the title is. fem! reader, pwp, blood, gore, manipulation (?), toxic reader (?), reverse harem w/ soap & ghost eventually the others, pnv, fingering, overstim (fem)

🏷️ | @warenai @reese-is-right

part 1

you came from a normal life before joining the military. your parents love you and so does your younger brother, he's a pain in the ass but aren't all siblings? cookie cutter houses lines the suburban streets, grasses cut, and christmas decorations find themselves on the houses as soon as december hits, no sooner to avoid hoa fines.

It's actually silly how you turned out this way, a small malicious brain in a body of a well cared for girl. in many ways it was like taming a wild animal; your nails were manicured on the regular, hair neat and put together, strands never where you hadn't meant for it to be, and your uniform was pristine, never stained, never wrinkled. on the outside, you truly where just the sweetest young lady that was meant to sing christmas carols at nursing homes and gain pinches on your cheeks as tips.

but you can't fully tame a wild animal though. in many cases, tigers eat their owners, monkeys maul them, and raccoons abandon home after trashing it. you, were simple. you don't bare your teeth to your owners or unsheathe your claws, you pin them. you pin them in a way that artists pin beetles and butterflies, perfect and spayed out for display and enjoyment.

and that's what you did to the 141. you made them yours. it came easy, natural- almost instinctive. everyone wants to be liked, right? so what if you're extra, extra good at that? you're just charming!

it started with soap. he was an easy target knowing how friendly he is. after finding out he's a demolitions expert, you stepped in asking him rather complex questions on the molecular composition of the explosives he found himself building. and he gladly explained it to you, not having a lot of people who know chemistry on such a level outside of an academic space.

the two of you spend lunches together relating his chemistry knowledge to your biology knowledge as an ex-medic. together you were Biochemistry, what a bunch of nerdy POS'.

quickly that lead to more chemistry in the comfort of your bed as well, having the two of you wrapped up in the sheets as he fucked you hard and fast, his name spilling out of your lips like an echo in the void that is your thoughts.

his dick rammed into, your ankles on his shoulders and his grip on the back of your knees as he bends you in half.

after that night, it became many more. soap was now just johnny. the two of you shared loving glances and plenty of playful touches, a slap on each other's ass when the other passed by, a ruffle of hair, and arms wrapped around the other's waist, cheek to the muscle of their back.

ghost, observant as ever, found this quite aggravating as he thought you were his to hold. while you and johnny fumbled with carbons and phosphorus, ghost had picked up more paperwork than normal, training more recruits than he normally would, just to go and ask you for help. which, being the nice person you were, happily agreed to help him empty his plate.

silence filled the air besides the occasional sound of paper shifting and being flipped, or tossed to the side. some pens scribbling on the paper and against the hardness of the wood also found its way into the comfortable silence and the absence of words. ghost's eyes dashed up to look at you, chewing on the flesh of your lip as you focus on the paperwork that he had asked for your help on. he sees the blankness of your face, how nothing else seems to move or show any signs of emotion besides the gnawing of your teeth.

he quirked an eyebrow at this, how unusual you are...how fascinating. almost as if in a trance, a stupor, a daze as your aura pulls him onto his feet and over to you. he hovers over you, only your wooden desk in between.

"you and soap..." he started and as quickly as the daze came, it left him to fumble for the right words. you look up at him, the same bored expression on your face before you wide your eyes just a tiny bit in surprise and realization.

your head tilts to the side, deciding on letting him grumble with his own choked words. and he, in fear of such situation, opted to shut his mouth and walk back to his desk, picking up from what he left off.

a giggle escapes your mouth, "you can ask him." you say playfully, going back to your own sentence to write and finish up.

the two of them were a pair, always have been- and easy to hook both with the same, sweet bait of your kindness. sooner or later, you got what you wanted, two playful dogs that tend to your every need, whether to pick up some food for you, run to your room to get a file you forgot, knock someone's teeth out for your collection, or to pull orgasm after orgasm out of you until you’re a panting mess. that last one was your favorite.

you sat in simon's lap, knee bent with your leg thrown over it, spreading and keeping your thighs from closing. johnny's fingers thrust into your sweet heat as your sharp nails continue to dig into the back of simon's hand, holding onto the flesh of your waist tightly. behind you, you could feel simon's dick twitched as more of your slick dribble down onto his own trousers. his hot breathe against your ear grounded you just a bit as johnny's thumb grazed over your swollen clit. "that's it lovie...one more for us yeah?" johnny snickers from his place, crouched right in front of your pussy, all wet and puffy from the many orgasms that the two of them have taken from you. you whined as he continue to tease you, fingers languidly pulling in and out of your cunt as his thumb swipes over the top edge of your bud. you cry out. even his feather-light touches on your wet clit draws you closer to the edge until your mind goes numb, your pleasure boiling over the edge once again. your body convulses as simon's grasp on you tighten. "good girl, come on now. i kent you could do it..." johnny praises as his fingers pumps in and out of you quicker, pulling every last drop of your pleasure into his palm.

now two of them were playful with you, you were theirs and they knew how to share. their sweet little play thing that was always too good to them, so obedient.

simon now wishes that you were as obedient in the field as you were in bed as he sweeps through the building in search of you. he curses to himself for letting you slip past his field of vision and his attention, going off on your own with a simple "be right back".

he believed it but that was almost an hour ago, and this building is not big. however, the concrete walls and fluorescent lights rendered this place a labyrinth. rifle in his hand, held close and alert, he quickly tip toes up the stairs, observing the twisting quiet hallways, its greenish lights making him feel sick.

he continued on, careful in the thickness of the silence, making his heart thunder and his steps heavy, like forcing through gelatinous air. a wail rung through the concrete walls, not yours, but a shriek of agony, the only sound being made in the longest minutes in his life.

he jogged on, gun tight in his grip, ready to shoot the poor bastard that stood in between his darling and him.

your voice got louder as he got closer, he turned the corner, meeting you and a man in an empty room, door swung open. the man knelt on your feet in front of you. crimson pipes and frayed pieces of his bicep dripped down thick, molten blood onto a pile of rumble from the collapsed wall. simon froze, his own blood flowed thunderously in his ears as he felt his chest shook.

your face showed the same picture as it did when he made you take over his paperwork all those weeks ago. a plain, empty, broken face stared back down at the man on his knees. he mumbles something in russian quickly, petrified in his spot as you held the saw onto the top of his head. his pleas faded into nothing as his voice grew raw from overuse. a simple, broken, "please" breathed out of his exhausted lungs.

simon saw the way his unsteady back raised as he took a quick breath and how it shakily exited his body. blood continued to drip from his exposed bone and muscle. the man's body swayed, weakened from the lack of such plasma flowing through him. a man on the brink of death didn't scare simon, he has been where you are now. he has seen death like an old friend from school, bumping into it every so often.

the dread that filled his body and weighed on his shoulders was your reaction- or lack thereof. you didn't care about his pleas, or how the light in his dull eyes extinguished from tight-lining in between life and death. you didn't care that his arm was discarded behind you. you didn't care about the severed arm, laying in a dark pool, drenched in blackness, just a foot away from your backside. you didn't care.

the man's hand grabs onto your leg, begging, pleading for mercy, even as death was eager to take him. simon sees his breathing becoming staggered, shallow, knowing death is standing over your shoulder, staring on, waiting for you to make the final blow, to end his life.

but you don't. a satiated hum of approval rumbled out of your throat as you dug the jagged blade of the hand saw into his skull. the man pulled from the well of his energy, enough to let out a sluggish, hoarse sob. he bent over more, trying to escape the digging of the steel into his scalp, failing.

you pull back the blade, making you cut deeper and the man choked on his anguished cries. satisfied, you yanked the blade out, leaving the man to hiccup one last plea as you kicked him off your leg. he falls to the ground on his side, his chest rising ever so slightly. you step over him, throwing the saw to the other side of the room, it's weight hits the concrete with a 'thump'. simon doesn't speak, and neither do you. he walks behind you, rifle still drawn. and you know why.

Here’s a thought…

TF141 + whoever else, with a medic reader who is secretly a necromancer?

CW: main character death (not really), MW3 spoilers, depiction of ‘self harm’ if you squint (reader gets really sick), little bit of Ghoap (love them),

None of their patients have ever died… even if half their face had been blown off. They were a damn miracle worker… literally.

I say this, because of (AHEM) Soap’s death. They watched him die, his eyes were open, Ghost, Gaz, and Price saw Soap hit the floor cold.

Once they arrive at base with Soap’s body. Your ass goes: “are you sure… he’s dead?”

Price explains his eyes were open when he hit the floor, plus the fact he was shot IN THE HEAD.

You just blink at him, then down to Soap’s body they had propped up on a carrier.

Eventually you and the other medics convinced the other three squad members to let you do what you do best, even when they KNEW Soap was dead. Price chalked it up to a coping mechanism…

Ghost held on to pure hope that you held your record of a patient never dying. The other two did too, they just we’re extremely skeptical.

Knowing Soap was absolutely completely dead, you had to do a bit extra… since he had been dead a bit longer than most of your other patients. Essentially, you were going to force his soul back into his body.

Cuz you’re cool like that.

Anyway, you do the ritual, absolutely fucking yourself up in the process: bleeding from your eyes, nose and mouth, your fingers and extremities looking like you had been severely frostbitten, your heart struggling to keep up and your brain mush.

Eventually, after a few hours. They were told Soap was stable… how?

They instantly asked where you were, even Alejandro and Rudy had showed up.

The medics said you were taking a break… only two or three of them were aware of what you were. And they knew you were going to be very sick after what you had just done.

Price demanded to see you. And the second lead medic scolded him, telling him you had saved his sergeant’s life, and he should let you have your rest.

They all stepped down, and they all examined Soap’s sleeping form. It was like he never even got shot; minus the bandages covering half his head.

He didn’t look dead, his skin had returned to its normal tone, his eyes were closed, and they could see his chest rise and fall.

They all three saw him die. What the fuck

Gaz looked almost disturbed.

Price looked extremely dumbfounded.

And Ghost… Ghost’s chest ached… because he didn’t loose his Johnny.

Alejandro and Rudy, who weren’t there… inquired… fairly confused at their reactions.

They detailed how Soap hit the floor with his eyes open and blood pooling under his head.

They were at a complete standstill. What the fuck did you do to Johnny?

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Might be silly and write a fic, do with this as you will.

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Imagine johnny laughing at something SO HARD. He’s got his hand clasped over his mouth, he’s folding in half and even smacking his knees then wiping the tears away from his eyes from all the laughter. He’s genuinely in pain and short of breath just from pure laughter. Naturally, the team are all confused. What the fuck has got Johnny laughing so hard he’s clutching his chest and struggling to breathe? He turns his phone around and lo and behold:

COD MW3 Spoilers

Nahhhh you got it wrong könig is 100% a wendigo

Can't change my mind

Casually just thinking of a cryptid au, where the witch readers moves out to a abandoned farm and unbeknownst to them, has become the new territory of a pack of monster men known as 141-

We have Drakon Price, Mothman Gaz, Werewolf Soap, symbiotic Ghost, shadow walker Roach, and lab experiments Alejandro&Rudy.

Would also like to mention Kor-Tac as a sort of "traveling" pack of cryptids where König is DEFINITELY a vampire-

Roach is my favorite little cryptid like fella

Roach in Las Almas what will he do

“We don’t judge.”

Also us:

can’t bring soap anywhere tbh

[Later, back in base]

Soap: we’re baaack 😅 here’s our food! 😄✨ let’s eat, let’s eat ! ! !

Price:

Gaz:

Ghost:

Price & Gaz, turning to Ghost: why is the back of his head bleeding- did you guys get ambushed-

Ghost: he fucked around and found out, don’t worry about it

Okay imagine soap invites everyone to a sleepover and not even 5 minutes on the sleepover, somebody in the group just starts a pillow fight

(I’m lowkey unsure who would be the first to make a pillow fort)

Gaz and Valeria both had the idea to do the pillow fight for separate reasons

Price and Laswell are chaperones and drinking wine in the kitchen and ignoring them

Roach and Farah are happily joining in the fight

Soap and Alejandro have gotten into a pillow BRAWL

Rodolfo and Ghost made the pillow fort to get away from the chaos and are playing cards

Alex is desperately playing referee to keep anyone from getting hurt

And Graves has managed to get a mattress on the top of the stairs and is about to slide down on it

Alright, I invite you all to consider: Alejandro with naturally curly hair

Even Rodolfo didn’t know

They find out one morning when Alejandro decided he was way too tired to deal with it. He’s in his thirties, damnit, he can just not spend an hour on his hair

He walks into the dining area where everyone is eating breakfast

Dead silence

It was actually decently loud a moment before, so this is startling

Everyone just stares at Alejandro 

Laswell, Alex, and Farah make a “huh” face and go back to their conversation

Valeria isn’t sure what to say, so of course her first instinct is to ask what the fuck happened to his hair

Ghost immediately covers Soap’s eyes and glares at Alejandro, because goddamn, he needs at least a fucking chance.

Soap thinks it’s cool but Alejandro still isn’t really his type. Still jokingly flirts with him when Ghost uncovers his eyes to make Ghost jealous

Rodolfo has not said a word or blinked this entire time by the way

Price is about to have a conversation with him about changing his looks because “goddamnit, there’s a rule against that!”

Gaz is… not coping well. Every time he gets a moment to breathe, someone is reminding him just how gay he is

Alejandro definitely notices and flirts with him in Spanish and Gaz turns dark red

Price tells him to stop messing with the poor kid and Alex is about to beg Alejandro to straighten his hair again, “please man, I have so little

Roach is also bright fucking red and he just kind of excuses himself

Rodolfo still has not said a fucking word

Valeria pokes him and he screams and immediately covers his face, embarrassed, and runs out of the room

Valeria laughs loudly 

Graves speaks up and says he liked it better before

I broke out laughing at 3am

ahaha *bites lip*

inspired from this post by @incorrectcodquotes :3c

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soap pick up line where reader goes up to him and says

“do you like magic? because ive got a rabbit and a wand we can use”

risky, so very risky

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Soap peers at you, frowning over his pint glass. "What's a rabbit got to do with magic?"

Your teasing smile falls into a look of disbelief. "Are you serious?"

"Is this a joke or are you trying to waste my time again?"

"The rabbit from a hat trick?" You grope for the right words to explain. You didn't think there would be cultural context required for this pick-up line. "It's like the stock stage magician trick. How do you not know what that is?"

Soap scoffs, swirling his beer and turning his barstool so that he's leaning back on the bar and facing the other patrons. "You're takin' the piss. Rabbits don't fit in hats."

"That's why it's a trick. My God. Are there no street magicians in Glasgow? No silly magic shows?"

Soap takes a swig of his beer, looking amused by your reaction. "Wouldnae know if there were. Got better things to do than pay money to watch some dunce dressin' up rabbits."

"Unbelievable. Who do you hire for birthday party, then? Don't say clowns. No kid wants a clown."

"Dunno. Do people actually still hire out for that? Thought they'd moved on to high-tech shite. Video games." He cracks a grin and leans back with his elbows on the bar behind him. "Clown doesn't sound so bad. Maybe we hire you for a gig like tha'?" 

"Hilarious."

He shrugs. "Suppose you could hire one of those fortune-teller types who can read your palm and talk to animals."

"What? That sounds fake."

"Right, so you're saying rabbits do fit in hats?"

"That's not what I mean and you know it. They don't do parties."

"Aye, I swear they do. I thought about gettin' certified myself before joinin' the military. Make some extra cash. Thought I might like to be a cat whisperer."

You feel yourself make a face. "Why?"

"You really wanna know, hen?" He takes another sup of beer, but now there's a wide smirk on his lips. "You sure?"

"Why are you saying it like that?" You pause for a beat. "Why cats?"

"Same reason you've got yourself a wand and a rabbit, hen." He leans in. "Cause I know exactly what a pussy needs."

Don't mind me requesting again cuz your writing is good-

Anyway I need some older male reader that is team GHOST from call of duty ghosts and his team is fucking chaotic like they be almost killing them self's and one of them do stabby another like blowing shit up while male reader don't get enough sleep and be a dad on his team but in the end they get the job done

I just want 141 to meet male readers team during a mission and all of them see his team jumping out a window lol

I just need some chaotic shit

Ghost Soldier!Male Reader + Task Force 141

WARNING: INCREDIBLY CRINGE WRITING

While Captain Y/n is on a mission with his team, they are interrupted...

What matters most though is if they are friend or foe...

Honestly, trying to put a whole scenario like this together was fun and challenging at the same time but worth it @gamersansblog !!!

So I hope you enjoy!

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"Midnight, Hawk, do either of you have eyes on the target yet?" Y/n asked as he let his eyes sweep over the contents in the room. Falcon followed behind him, silently with his gun raised, clearing the room himself before rejoining Y/n's side.

"No sir, not yet," Midnight's heavy feminine voice replied through the radio.

"Just a whole bunch of shit in here, Captain, unless..." Hawk drawed out slowly.

Y/n knew that tone and quickly tried to intervene, "Hawk, I swear if do what I think..."

"Calm down, sir. Why don't we just turn this place inside out?"

"Hawk..." Falcon warned from beside Y/n as he watched his Captain let out a long sigh in front of him.

"Just a little demolition, sir. That's all... it's not like anyone knows we're here anyway. With the guards dead, I doubt we'll be interrupted, " Y/n could have swore he aged faster as he listened to Hawk's suggestion.

Honestly, Y/n was too tired for this shit. It felt like he was baby sitting 3 kids and he couldn't help but wonder if other groups dealt with the same thing.

There mission was simple, take out the guards, retrieve the files, and get out. Really simple shit. Y/n could do it in his sleep if he wanted too. But noooo, the Higher Ups just had to say his team needed to be with him for this operation.

Plus, Y/n doubted that Falcon could deal with all of them if Y/n left him alone with Midnight and Hawk. So he was forced to bring his crazy pyromaniac of a man, the little assassin that would kill just about anything even when Y/n told her not to, and his only good child.

God, being a father of a Ghost Team was hard.

But even so, Y/n wouldn't change it for the world. His team was just about the best thing that ever happened to him and his career. They were his second chance, his redemption. His everything...

"Alright, Hawk, set up those explosives and see if you can find anything. Midnight, watch his back. Falcon and I are gonna make our way over there..." Y/n commanded.

"Understood, sir," and in the background, he could hear Hawk's sinister little giggle and shook his head at his soldier's antics.

"You sure this is the best idea, sir?" Falcon looked worried about this and Y/n didn't blame him for it. They both knew Hawk could go too far when it came to blowing up things.

Last time they left him alone, half of a building managed to disappear.

Y/n shook his head at the thought, not wanting to even remember that mission again.

When he caught sight of Midnight, the woman was throwing her knives at some random crate she was using as target practice.

"Midnight, Y/n told you to stop doing that. You're gonna mess up your knives and then cry about needing to get new ones," Falcon stressed.

Midnight stuck her tongue out at the man and Y/n chuckled.

"Come on Captain tell her!" Falcon pleaded.

Y/n ignored it and looked towards Hawk.

"You ready Hawk?"

"Annnnnd FINISHED!" the man exclaimed happily as he put the last finishing touches on the bomb.

"Good... get ready to...the hell is that sound?" Y/n turned to see a drone watching them outside the window.

"Shit... someone else is here... we're leaving NOW!" Y/n yelled as he made his way to the windows with their repel gear.

"WHO THE HELL ARE THEY?!" Midnight bellowed next to him.

"Doesn't matter! Hawk on my signal you blow this place to hell!"

"What about the files?!" Hawk asked.

"The Captain and I got them on our way to you two! Now hurry your ass up and get ready to repel!" Falcon hollered at him, quickly putting his gear on.

Once they were ready, Y/n didn't take the chance of the enemy spotting them from the window. If anything, these guys were definitely professionals and had yet to show themselves but it didn't bother Y/n one bit. He knew his team was just as good.

So, he turned to the other window, pulling out his P226 and aiming it at the window.

"Hawk, you remember that scene from Fast and Furious where they jumped from building to building?" Y/n asked.

"Yeah, but we don't have a supercar, sir!"

"Well we can try!" Y/n began to run towards the window, shooting it multiple times until to burst into glass shards and they all jumped out.

"NOW HAWK!"

Y/n heard that lovely sound of the explosion going off behind him as they landed on the roof.

"Hell yeah!" Hawk whooped from beside him.

"We can celebrate later...we still need to find who else is here."

Y/n turned to Midnight first.

"I got an idea..."

"Sir?" She tilted her head in curiosity.

"You see anyone even hostile take them out. Hawk fill this place with traps, take Falcon with you."

Hawk nodded and tapped Falcon's arm before leading them away from Y/n and Midnight.

"Alright, let's go see who the hell were dealing with..."

Midnight sent Y/n a smirk as Y/n moved to take point and as they set out to find the intruders.

It didn't take long when they both heard a cry that only Hawk could make and quickly ran towards his yells. Y/n told Midnight to hide the in the grass, dropping into the dirt himself and aiming his rifle at the newfound men that had Hawk and Falcon in their custody.

He heard the gruff British man's voice question who Hawk was working with, who their team was, but Hawk wasn't one to talk.

Y/n made sure personally that they would never talk. He put then through the same exact situation he had been in now. Cornered by the enemy but except this time not alone.

"Midnight, stay down unless shots are fired. Got it?"

She nodded at him before popping up out of the grass.

"I wouldn't move it I were you..."

The men all turned back to him, guns drawn on him while he held his Honey Badger tightly to his chest.

"Who the hell are you?" The man in the skull mask questioned.

Y/n gave him a look before turning back to the man with the fisher hat on.

"You plan on fishing for my soldiers..." he drawed off.

"Captain Price." He answered.

"Ah...I've heard of you... You and your little Task Force. What was it...141, right?"

"Ye now who the hell are you?" He watched the man's grip tighten on his own gun.

"Captain Y/n and you're going to give me back Hawk and Falcon now." Y/n demanded.

"How do I-" he was cut off by another voice going through his radio.

"Yeah but-... Are you sure, Laswell?"

Y/n looked up when he heard Kate's last name leave the older Brits lips.

"You familiar with Laswell?" Y/n asked as he watched the men untie Hawk and Falcon.

"Seems so...and it seems she knows you as well..." Price commented as he watched Hawk and Falcon walk back to Y/n's side.

"Sir, are you sure Laswell said they're green?" The dark skin man asked the Captian.

"I doubt Laswell would lie to us Gaz. That goes for you two as well," Price said, turning to the skull masked man and the slightly shorter man standing next to him.

"So that's a infamous Ghost...I thought he be taller," Hawk.

"He lots pretty damn tall to me, considering he's standing near shortstack over there..." Falcon said.

The shorter man sent him a glare, obviously hearing Falcon's comment, but before he could say anything, Ghost pulled him back.

"He's not worth it, Soap."

Y/n heard a Scottish accent come from the man as he watched the two talk.

"Oh, sir... You should probably tell-" Falcon was too late to warn him when Midnight sprang up from behind Ghost and Soap.

Y/n sent her the scariest death glare in history before the woman's knife even made it near the two men. Only then did Ghost realize Y/n was glaring but not at him and turned around only to see nothing there. When he turned back, there was now a third soldier standing near him that wasn't there.

"Who she?" He cocked his head towards her.

"Midnight." and he left it there.

Price turned to look at them apologetically before letting out a long sigh.

"Sorry about the mishaps, mates. Seems we got you mixed up with someone else, by the way... you know who blew up that building?"

"We did," Y/n said quickly, watching the man's face change to confusion.

"Why did you-"

"Sorry, but we're kinda on a tight schedule so we'll see yall again sometime soon yeah? Nice meeting you, Captain and your team. Lovely bunch, really! Sir, we have go to go." Falcon said as he pulled Y/n away, the man shaking his own head and chuckling himself, with the other two laughing.

"Kids am I right?" Y/n shouted as he sent a quick nod to the Captain before turning to greet his own team as they made their way towards exfil.

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Ghosts & Banshees (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader) - Part 1

Author's Note: I welcome you all to my blog. It has been ages since I wrote fanfiction on here but I thought I should get back in it. I used to have a fanfiction blog back in 2016 where I wrote for multiple fandoms but ended up deleting my blog in 2021. I got obsessed with Call of Duty (I never played it but Ghost and König set a wild fire in me) so I thought I'd give it a shot. Naturally, I'm not an expert when it comes to the games or anything related to the military so mainly it's from research I did. Enjoy this piece (might write additional parts in the future if it does well). - Minerva 🐦‍⬛

Summary: An old friend of John Price joins the 141 team, by his recommendation.

Warnings: Mild language, alcohol ingestion, inaccuracies when it comes to military.

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Monday morning. Bright and early, the men of Task Force 141 woke up at the crack of dawn. Their body's internal clock had gotten used to them waking up at 5am but the booze they indulged themselves in the previous night had taken a bit of a roll on the aforementioned "internal clock".

Nonetheless, with their bodies soaked in sleep and taking heavy steps, they made their way down to the base's mess hall, trying to eat away the hangover they manifested the night before. Johnny and Kyle were wiping their foreheads, trying to soothe the aching boom in the heads while walking languidly behind them was Ghost who seemed to be sober than them.

"Liver of steel you got there Johnny." Ghost teased the Scot, his British accent thick in sleep as he watched his friend fighting to keep his breakfast down. Gaz wasn't much help to Johnny either as he also chewed his food slowly. Too weak to reply and with little energy, Johnny shot a cold and annoyed gaze at his friend.

Ghost watched the men in front of him as he washed his breakfast down with a cup of black tea. Nothing soothed his soul like a nice cuppa in the morning (or any time of the day).

Minutes had gone by and they exited the mess hall, laughing about the moments they shared the previous night from Price's arm wrestling to Kyle's poor flirting techniques to Johnny's drunk dancing on tables. Ghost always considered himself as he is. A ghost. Watching from the corner silently, occasionally beating Price's unbeaten streak of arm wrestling to pulling Kyle in a chair after embarrassing himself in front of the ladies to pulling down Johnny off the tables and shoving glasses of water in front of him to sober up, convincing him it's a type of vodka (which Johnny took enthusiastically).

They reached Price's office who jumped off his chair when he watched his men enter, trying to compose himself with a big smile on his face. "Good morning gentlemen." He coughed as he settled with them around the table.

The men adjusted comfortably in their seats, waiting for the meeting to start. "Alright lads, I know last night was tough and thankfully today we don't really have a lot of work to do but we do have a mission coming up in the next few months that would need your undivided attention." He looked over to Johnny who was slowly dosing off in his chair. Ghost, "ever-so-gently", took the initiative to smack his friend in the back of his head, surprising Johnny.

"This should wake you all up." In Price's hand was a manila folder which he planned on the table. "Since this mission is sensitive to say the least, we need a pair of extra hands to help us complete it successfully. Hence why I asked an old friend of mine to assist us in the upcoming mission which she kindly and gladly accepted. She is one of the best snipers and combat fighters I've ever worked with...no offence gents."

"Did he just say 'she'?" Johnny whispered loudly.

"Ah so I do have your attention then Soap!" Price chuckled. "Now you all better keep it in your pants. She is also a medic and I'm sure she'll find a way to castrate you in your sleep if you try something funny. Come in Sergeant Y/N."

And there she was. Standing at 5"4 feet tall in black jeans and a dark blue t-shirt that hugged her body nicely. Her soft dark brown hair danced behind her as her brown eyes scanned the room.

"That's not a very nice way to sell me Captain." She chuckled as she made her way over to him. Jaws dropped.

"She has my undivided attention." Johnny whispered to the two men seated next to him. From his cold state, Ghost felt something inside him jolt, like a bullet just fired in his chest. A warm sheet of sweat covered his body, pupils dilated as he watched you and Price hug as he greeted you. No one ever took Price for the "huggy type" person but all formalities flew out the window when he patted her back gently afterwards.

"Welcome Y/N to Task Force 141. We are glad to have you with us. She will also be doing training with the new recruits," Price announced. "Just in case you get bored." He whispered in your ear, chuckling.

Y/N observed the men in front of her when her eyes fell on the only masked man in the room. But before she could introduce herself properly, Johnny bounced from his seat, finding his newly hidden energy.

"I'm Johnny but you can call me Soap." He shook her hand gently and beamed a smile. Kyle was up next.

"I'm Kyle but you can call me "yours"." He said with a small smirk on his face. She swore she felt Price's eyes roll to the back of his head as did the masked man's.

"It's too fuckin' early Gaz." Price scoffed.

"It's Gaz." He said when he received a silent response from the men. A heavy hand landed on Gaz's shoulder and was pulled back. And there he stood at 6"4 feet, dressed in tight fitting black clothes and a balaclava with a painted ghost mask on it with black shadows around his eyes. His fluffy blonde lashes never once fluttered as his eyes were stuck on her, like he's never seen a woman before.

Intrigued by the new member, Ghost approached silently, taking his hand out to introduce himself. Standing tall, towering over her tiny self, he shook her hand.

"Ghost." He said. Short and sweet.

"But you can call him-"

"That's enough Johnny!" Ghost barked.

Once they let go of the handshake, Price stepped in. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he gave her a tour of the base as well as showing her her sleeping quarters. Her place wasn't big but it was comfortable enough for at least 2 people to live in. A kitchenette, a bathroom, a double bed and a living room with a comfortable couch, TV and a balcony that led to the outside. All she had to do was spice it up with her taste in decorations.

"If you need any help or have questions, we don't bite we're literally next door." Soap offered as he placed her bags in her apartment followed by Gaz. Ghost stood at the frame of the door leaning as he scanned her apartment.

"Thank you gents. I appreciate the warm welcome." She beamed at them.

"If you want, tonight we're heading for a couple of drinks if you want to join us. It's a good opportunity to get to know you a bit more." Gaz said, hoping she'll say yes, to which she did.

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That evening Task Force 141 gathered around the bar table, downing a pint of Guinness each, laughing along each other's jokes.

"So bonnie," Soap licked the froth from his lips. "What's your code name?"

Y/N raised her eyebrow. "You didn't read my Manila file? I'm impressed at your restraint Soap."

"I'm more of an upfront guy you know. Like to look people in the eyes when I talk to them. He smirked like.

"Do you want to take a guess?" Her lips landed back on her pint of Guinness as she looked around, her eyes landing on Ghost. He is thankful yet again for his balaclava that hid his blush.

"It's Banshee. Price actually suggested it years ago." She chuckled. Price patted himself on the back for this one. "Ay, you're fuckin lethal Y/N." He said sipping on his drink.

"Why do they call you 'Soap' Johnny?" Y/N asked, spinning the subject to the man next to her.

"Let's say I clean up well." He winked at Y/N. "I'm fast, efficient, accurate." While Soap continued praising his agility and the speed he can clean a room and his urban warfare tactics (as Gaz called it "jerking himself off with his own compliments"), Y/N's eyes get again landed on Ghost. His legs splayed open covered in dark jeans and a shirt that was two sizes smaller than his actual size. The way his muscles were ready to rip the sleeves of his shirt, his dark tattoos littering his arms and if her eyes served right, they landed on his crotch where a small bulge could be seen. Immediately averting her eyes when she noticed Ghost's hot gaze on her.

He must hate me. She thought to herself as she diverted her attention back to the rest of the team.

And nothing short could be said about Ghost couldn't take his eyes off her. The way she threw her head back in sweet laughter or the way she punched Soap's arm when he teased her. Or the way her lips gently closed around the rim of the glass and swallowed her beer.

Ghost knew something was about to change.

Ghost knew he was fucked.

Ghosts and Banshees (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader) - Part 2

Author's Note: Thank you for the love shown on the first imagine I posted. I appreciate the support therefore I decided to write a Part 2. Let me know what you think. Minerva 🐦‍⬛

Summary: The new recruits get to have a taste of Y/N and Ghost does as well. She might've left a bit of a bitter taste on one specific recruit but not on Simon's tongue.

Warnings: Language, slight degrading, threatening

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Y/N set down the boxes she brought with her from home filled with decorations. "This apartment needs a makeover." She talked to herself. With her music on, she started dusting and washing the place, occasionally flexing a move to the beat and singing along. Until she settled in, Price was generous to offer her a couple of days off to get to know their routine and to settle in her apartment comfortably. The living room was the first room that introduced the apartment, a couch and two armchairs adorned the area with a balcony to her left.

Walking right was a small kitchen with a dinner table and some chairs. The bedroom and bathroom were situated on either side of the corridor and a small office area where she could work on mission files. She couldn't complain as it was perfect for at least 2 people to live in.

Price was also generous to offer her her own office as a medic since she had the qualifications and nonetheless experience. Gaz, Soap and Ghost were decided to help her out with her luggage and boxes up to her apartment.

"Are ye plannin' on staying a decade?" Soap teased when he saw her unpack her clothes from the luggage and hang them into her wardrobe.

"With this occupation I don't think I'll make it that far." She giggled looking over to the boxes with labels on them. "Gaz, would you be so kind to take that box to the living room please? I don't know why I brought it in the bedroom to be honest." Gaz obliged and exited the room.

In the hassle of unpacking and cracking jokes, Ghost stayed silent until something caught his eye. From the corner of his eye, in the open luggage, he spotted something or more like some things that made his cock twitch. Underwear. Not just anyone's underwear. Lacey black and red underwater, thin strings (poor excuse for an underwear) that to his imagination could barely cover his palm. He swallowed hard as his eyes were glued to her lingerie. From thongs to g strings to lace underwear, Ghost felt his pants tighten and his face flush. Thank God for his balaclava.

"Ye alright Simon? Ye haven't said a word." Soap snapped him from his thoughts.

"Yeah I'm 'right." He said curtly.

"Ah, I didn't know your name was Simon!" Y/N exclaimed. Unbeknownst to her she took the exposed luggage that has Simon's undivided attention and pulled it towards the chest of drawers. "Is he any different from Ghost?" She teased as she folded her clothes in.

Ghost didn't even know how to answer her. Simon was a soft and a gentle man despite his past. Naturally, due to his line of work a tough shell is required and frankly he never sought to be in any relationships due to time (or the lack of it) and the dangers the job carries. He wouldn't fathom to put someone in danger or put them in a mentally challenging state especially if a mission goes south and he ends up on the other end of the gun. He wasn't selfish in that matter.

"Depends." He shrugged, praying she switches the topic. He never liked being the centre of attention although the mask he wore said otherwise. He looked over the apartment in general and took in the smell of fresh linen candles and talc, the blankets laid neatly on the couch and armchairs, the trolley full of books situated near one of the armchairs with fairy lights hanging around the living room.

It looked magical.

It looked like Y/N.

***

On Wednesday morning, Y/N woke bright and early for the new day. It was her first day training recruits. As soon as she opened the food she found Ghost in front of her closing his door as well.

"Ah, so we're neighbors as well." Y/N exclaimed, earning a scoff from Simon.

He hates me. She thought.

Why the fuck did I scoff? It was supposed to be a chuckle. He thought.

"I assume you're heading to the mess hall." Y/N said trying hey best to ignore the awkward moment.

"Yes we are." Gaz came up from behind them, putting his arms out until they tested on each of their shoulders. Together they walked together to the mess hall where they found Price and Soap already stuffing their faces in their breakfast.

"Good morning bonnie!" Soap smiled.

"Good morning lass." Price greeted her as she took a seat next to him, earning her a pat on her back. "Ready for the day? You've got your first class starting at 8am. You'll have Ghost with you just in case they cause you trouble." Ghost who was sitting opposite Y/N watching as she stuffed her face with food, nodding at Price.

She looks cute with her mouth stuffed. What the fuck Simon! Get it together! Simon mentally slapped himself. Lifting his mask above his lips, Y/N watched him sip his tea. His eyes never left her face as he swallowed.

***

While Ghost showed Y/N around, the recruits slowly filed in the training room, eyeing the sole woman amongst them. Some guffawed and some could barely walk from sleep.

"Good morning, I am Sergeant Y/N and I will be your instructor for the next couple of weeks. Lieutenant Ghost will be present today and will naturally be grading you according to your progress. Any questions?" Y/N scanned the boys in front of her.

"Actually I have one." A tall, lean boy walked towards her. "It's actually more of a concern really. How long do you intend on teaching us? Because frankly I don't want to fall back on our training due to...feminine distractions." His friends behind him chuckled and guffawed at his comment. Y/N looked behind her to find Ghost sitting on the box still, staring at Y/N waiting for her reply to the recruit. One could say that although Ghost had his poker face on, he wanted to punch the recruit in the throat for disrespecting her but he let her take the reins on this one.

Sucking her teeth and a breath in she stalked towards the boy, smirking. "What's your name recruit?"

"Thomas Boyd." He replied with a cocky grin on his face.

"Well, Thomas. If you get distracted easily, you shouldn't really be here... especially if you get distracted by a woman because I'm going to be here for a while." You retorted. Simon smiled under his balaclava, chuckling. Thomas, on the other hand, felt his cheeks grow red. Licking his lips, he brushed off the momentary embarrassment and quickly moved close in front of Y/N, face to face, looking down at her. Ghost immediately stood on his feet and flew behind Y/N. She was basically sandwiched between Ghost and Thomas. Feeling the presence behind her, she gently put a hand on Ghost's chest to tell him that she's fine without breaking eye contact with Thomas.

"If you think that a meek little girl like you can handle a group of men like us -" Thomas didn't get the chance to finish the sentence before Y/N actually pushed Ghost back, sending him stumbling, linked her right arm around Thomas's neck in a tight grip, pulled his body weight over her hips and slammed him to the floor. Two crossed knives were resting against Thomas's neck. Out of breath from the shock he felt the cold metal gently pressing against his carotid artery.

"This meek little girl could castrate you on the spot without you even noticing. So I suggest that you shut your mouth and run 20 laps. In fact, add another 5 to that until you learn your place with me. I am not here to be your friend. I am your superior and you will obey me whether you like it or not! If you don't I can show you or even better throw you out the door and trust me you won't find your way back here. So do not underestimate me. And since I'm suddenly feeling generous everyone will do the laps with you." Y/N spat, anger seething through her veins like venom. If looks could kill, Thomas would be a dead man. Her eyes were shooting daggers like icicles at him. Thomas tried to compose himself underneath her from the whiplash. His eyes traveled over to Ghost who was standing tall a few feet away from Y/N.

Lifting herself off Thomas, she looked at the rest of the class who were dumbfounded as she put her knives away. While Thomas laid on the floor in pure silence Ghost marched over to him grabbing him by the hem of his collar and pulling him to his feet with brute force. "You have a big fucking mouth for someone with such a small dick." Ghost whispered in his ear. "If I catch you opening your mouth to her unless it's an apology coming out, I will not only let her castrate you but I will rip you a new arsehole. Understood?" His grip tightened around his shirt. Thomas nodded frantically. Throwing him back on his friends, Ghost looked at the recruits in front of him.

"You heard her! 25 laps around the block! Go!" Ghost shouted. And they all scrambled together and started running for their lives. They had a new person to be scared of. Ghost walked back to Y/N who watched the initiates run.

"Are you okay?" He asked gently, looking over at her.

"Yeah," She replied. "Do you think I went overboard?" She asked him, looking up at the behemoth next to her. He chuckled.

"I told him I'd rip him a new one. So no, you didn't go overboard." He replied making her giggle softly. "You handled it well." He looked back down at her standing tall and confident next to him. The height difference would've made any girl envious.

"Come on, let's get some training in while they do their drills." Ghost lead Y/N to the mat a few feet away from them. As he watched dher hips slightly sway all Ghost could think about was that she was a little firecracker and that he was both a bit scared and turned on by it.

Focus Simon, for fuck's sake. Focus.

Ghosts & Banshees (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader) - Part 3

Author's Note: Part 3 is here! Enjoy it! It gets better after this. - Minerva 🐦‍⬛

Summary: Ghost and Y/N get close during one of their training session. But how close is close enough for Simon?

Warnings: Language, physical combat, innuendos

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Y/N removed her right black jacket sliding it down her arms and over her shoulder, revealing her lean and muscular physique. Feminine but looks oh so strong. Ghost watched in awe as she put her brunette hair up in a ponytail. Her sports bra hugged her breasts together and her black leggings wrapped around her physique like a second skin.

He gulped trying to maintain his composure and trying to look around as much as possible to not get his pants feeling tighter than they are. Now, not a lot of things got to Ghost, between his abusive past and occupation he had a skin made of titanium. Yes, he had relations with women before but it never got in the way of his job. Until he met Y/N. He knew she was going to be a distraction, whether or a good one or a bad one he was unsure of but the way she jogged on the spot and doing her warm ups, he felt time slow down.

Snapping himself from his thoughts, he moved to the centre of the mat and soon Y/N followed, standing opposite him. She looked so small in front of him he was scared he would snap her in half. Not that it would take much. He could snap anyone in half just by looking at them let alone lay a hand on them.

Adjusting their positions, feet planted to the floor, fists fisted into balls in front of their faces, they looked in each others' brown eyes.

"Now don't go too easy on me Ghost." Y/N teased.

"I wouldn't worry about me, love" He said. The word just slipped from his lips without him being able to process it. In a split of a second, Y/N charged at him, slipping herself between his open legs, using her right elbow against his hips and her left elbow behind his knee cap making him fall flat on his back. Composing himself from the whiplash he looked up to find her staring down at him, smirking. He tried his best not to get a boner there and then. But Ghost wasn't one to lose.

"I would worry about you... love." She imitated him down to the accent. Her victory was cut short when from her crouching position Ghost managed to flip his body around her, securing an arm around her torso and flipping her underneath him, pinning her to the mat, his body between her legs. She looked at him breathlessly and flushed, her chest heaving up and down, touching his.

"Again, you're quick but you lack strength Sergeant." Ghost said lowly, almost a growl. In the meantime, Price, Gaz and Soap were helping themselves in front of them. With a cocky smirk, Y/N looked down between their bodies. So close to each other they were sharing each others' heat.

"Tell me Ghost," She sang. "How do you like your eggs? Diced or scrambled?" Looking down as well, Ghost saw her knee and a small knife between his legs, gently pressing against his crotch. No amount of restraint in the world for a man to hold back from the dirtiest thoughts.

"Whole." He replied, making Y/N laugh. He pulled himself up on his feet and offered a hand to help her get up. But Y/N was not one to go down easily. As soon as she took his hand, she yanked his arm with such force that she sent him on his knees and jumped behind him, holding one of his arms behind his back.

"It seems like you had them for breakfast there Lieutenant." She gently released him.

"Is it me or am I the only one getting hard? How is he not hard from this?" Soap said adjusting his pants.

"Alright you two. I don't want to clean up Ghost's balls off the mat. Funnily enough, we kinda need him Y/N." Price intervened, laughing.

"I'm sure you do," Y/N replied. "I'm gonna go see how the recruits are doing after their 25 lap punishment. Until next time Ghostie." She smiled and exited the gym.

All four men were quiet. "Ghostie huh?" Soap teased.

"Don't start Johnny." Ghost lifted his mask to take a sip of water. He noticed that she left her jacket behind her. He took it in his hands and felt the soft fabric against his calloused hand.

"Guess Price wasn't wrong about her castrating us blindly. Mate you were this close to losing your jewels."

"I'm never wrong." Price coughed. "Also, 25 laps?"

"They underestimated her." Simon scoffed as he made his way to his apartment. Looking at Y/N's door he wondered if she was already inside so he knocked gently.

No answer.

He waited and knocked again gently and the door opened. She had a fluffy white bathrobe three sizes bigger than her and a towel around her head. No makeup whatsoever, she looked fresh out of the shower.

"Oh Ghost I'm so sorry to keep you waiting. Come on in." She invited him inside.

"Umm...no it's okay. I'm here to return your jacket. You left it behind." He stretched his arm holding her jacket.

"Ah thank you. I was wondering where I left it." She took the jacket from his hand. "Are you sure you don't want to come in? I can make you a cup of tea if you want." His heart was about to burst. She looked adorable in her oversized bathrobe swallowing her little body with a massive towel on her head, giving him almost puppy eyes. How could he say no?

"If you insist." She smiled widely at his acceptance. She moved inside and went straight to the bathroom. "Have a seat and make yourself comfortable I'll be with you in 5 minutes!" She shouted from the bathroom.

He took a seat in one of the armchairs with the fancy blankets she had. The smell of talc filled his nostrils. She was cooking something sweet because the smell of cinnamon mixed with the fabric conditioner of the blankets. It smelled like home.

Ghost looked around her furnished apartment.

Looks like a woman lives here. A cosy one.

After a few minutes Y/N showed up in the living room, wearing an oversized grey t-shirt and black shorts. Her hair was still damp. She put on the kettle and got the mugs out. "How many sugars Simon?"

"None." He replied. "Do you need any help?" He asked.

"No I'm fine thank you." She smiled at him as she turned back to making tea. "Milk?"

"None." He replied again.

"Ah, you're so traditional. I can't down tea with at least two teaspoons of sugar and milk. I like tea don't get me wrong and I like herbal tea but I like it sweet." He heard her ramble on about tea with a smile hiding under his balaclava.

Two sugars with milk.

"So basically you drink sugar with tea not tea with sugar." He joked as he took the cup of tea from her hands.

"Now, now Simon, don't tell a girl about her cravings." They conversed and shared their memories when they joined the military, when Simon joined the SAS and how he became lieutenant, how he met Soap and Price and Gaz. He tried to keep it as light as possible and not mention the people he lost during those times as did she.

Simon looked over to the little clock hung on her wall. "Oh my God I've been here for two hours! I probably interrupted your rest." He placed the cup on the coffee table and got up from the armchair.

"Oh don't worry. I enjoyed our little tete-a-tete. Just don't tell Soap or he'll get jealous." She giggled as she walked him to the door, making him chuckle.

"This was nice though." She said opening the door to find Soap staring at them.

"Did ye have a tea party without me?" Soap looked offended (jokingly of course). You shook your head laughing as you closed the door.

"Jealous much Johnny?" Ghost rasped opening the door to his apartment and Soap followed him in.

"Are you 'aving a thing with 'er?" Soap asked in a flirty tone.

"I am not. We're just friends. I'm making her feel welcome. It's not easy for a woman to be in this place, eyes prying her by men who want to get in her pants." Ghost said suggestively towards Johnny.

"Mate if you're saying that Y/N can't defend herself you should rewind to 5 hours ago when she 'ad her knives inches away from yer family jewels and frankly I'd like to keep mine. Honestly I was having trouble keepin' it together."

"Maybe you do need a castration." Ghost retorted.

"And ye need to grow a pair and ask the lass out."

Soap patted Ghost on the back as he said his goodbyes and retreated to his apartment.

Simon could still taste the tea on his tongue and could still smell the talc in his nostrils. He closed his eyes for a minute and let himself wander off to how she were curled up on the couch with a blanket covering her lower half with a cup of tea in her hands.

Simon and relationships couldn't be found in any dictionary together. He was never interested in having any sort of relationship with any woman. Yes, he went out on a couple of dates when he was way younger but when he grew up and joined the military there was no time or even interest especially after his past to get involved with anyone. He was emotionally constipated as Soap had put it several times.

But Y/N was different. She felt like hope. But getting close to her can be dangerous and looked down upon. They could both lose their jobs or even worse if anyone found out they're together they could use her as blackmail for Simon.

But how could someone love a ghost?

NSFW!

♥︎ strictly 18+ ♥︎ p! twt links ♥︎ part 4 ♥︎

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY… ♥︎

what better way to wake your husband up than to ride his cock in the skimpy lingerie he bought you

simon prepping you open before stuffing another of your holes full

riding simon in the rec room

sloppy head for your lieutenant

simon takes you to a remote cabin for your anniversary

elevator shenanigans w frat bf! simon

the mask stays on, even when your fully spread and squealing

JOHNNY ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH… ♥︎

cuddles and sex

wearing your underwear like a ring on his cock bc he’s yours and only yours

christening the new house w some fun in bed

boob job for nerd bf! johnny

paying thanks to johnny for taking you on such a loved holiday w your mouth

johnny is a tease through and through

back shots w silly! soap

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK… ♥︎

spread your cheeks for kyle

squelching and slurping as he shoves his cock into your drooling cunt

sneaking into gaz’s bunk to show him some love

slow and sweet sex w big dick kyle

beach day w kyle ends w you on your knees

you and kyle are left alone in the car.. what else is there to do

clap them cheeks for gaz

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE… ♥︎

price loves eating your pussy

john just can’t keep his hands (or cock) to himself when you wear pink

mafia boss! price takes you on his poker table

professor! price takes good care of his favourite student

any glimpse of pink and he’s feral

missionary w your older neigbour! john

you buy a pink wig… ofc he was gonna fuck you in it

been thinking of maybe making a tag list, pls lmk if you’d like to be added <3333