#call of duty dr

[vshiftsss]

STORE OWNER BY DAY, STREET RACER BY NIGHT - (STREET RACER DR INTRO)

engines revved and growled all around her, attempting and failing to intimidate the up-and-coming racer. no one really knew her yet. not when she was the last car to pull off, and the first one to overtake everyone and finish first. no one knew how much of a threat she was; how scared they should be if they depend on that prize money to keep them afloat.

seraph didn't come here to lose. she never did. no, she came to these races to prove a point. to show her mother that she could still have fun and win. even though she wasn't keen on the idea of telling her mother the ins and outs of how she got to these races, the thought was what counted. she was going to win damn near every race and have fun doing it. because she could, and she would. seraph's eyes flitted back and forth between the track and the racer beside her, his jet black car a stark contrast to her pure white one. his windows were tinted to hell, but she could still see the outline of his head. the way it was tilted towards her, seemingly examining the competition. she almost wanted to wave. to wish him luck with a smile she knew would be taken as a taunt. she held back, however, directing her eyes back to the long expanse of asphalt just waiting for her to speed across it, overtaking all her opponents with ease.

"racers, get ready!"

seraph settled back into the smooth cream leather of her driver's seat, one hand resting languidly on the wheel. she was in control here. no matter how new she was, no matter how many people underestimate her, she would still end up at the finish line first. there was no doubt about it. 3.

seraph could almost hear the collective deep breath every racer on that track took—could almost feel the sense of safety and confidence that washed over everyone. she smiled to herself, resting her hand on the gearshift. she had this in the bag. 2.

in her peripheral, she caught that same racer glancing over. his gaze permeating through the thick glass of her windows. was he trying to intimidate her? throw her off-balance?

why was it working?

1.

seraph straightened up in her seat, trying her best to avoid the glances of the mystery racer. he didn't matter. the only thing that mattered was winning this damn race.

GO!

...

that night was the first time serafina had lost since her first race. she couldn't get over how cocky the winning racer had been— ghost, the announcer had called him —and how she could see the shit-eating grin in his eyes, even when he had a balaclava over his face. the simple thought evoked an unnatural amount of irritation in sera's heart, one that disturbed her enough for her to stick the wrong key into the lock of her record store, deep groove.

she couldn't dwell on this all damn day. there were more important things to deal with, more pressing matters to attend to. like the heaping piles of unorganized records she had left behind last night. the ones she had left behind to go to that race, only to lose and embarrass herself.

an annoyed expression overtook her features, though she quickly schooled it. deep groove opened in an hour, and sera needed to sort at least a chunk of these records before those doors opened.

so with a sigh, she got to it. putting away various vinyls, even when the store eventually opened. sera couldn't greet the first customer properly, not with this steep task. she opted for a simple "welcome to deep groove" and got back to work.

the customer didn't end up buying anything—as per usual—so serafina didn't have a reason to glance outside. she didn't have a reason to stare past the glass door for just a moment and see a familiar jet black car sitting out front.

if only she had known that her newfound rival had stepped foot onto her property...and that he would become a regular she would grow fond of.

END OF POST - HAPPY SHIFTING!

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tags... @visualcve @avelineshifts @julianasversee @miaojune

[katsmultiverse]

i genuinely can’t wait to shift to my dr dad. i dont even give a fck about my dr s/o anymore- i want my dad.

yeah, of course, i want my dr s/o too but nothing compares to my dr dad.

i can’t wait for the hugs where i feel so safe, the bear hugs. the hugs celebrating something i did well on, the hugs of excitement from him finally being home from deployment, the hugs of comfort during the hard days, the farewell hugs when im off to school or he’s leaving for deployment, the just because hugs. i can’t wait for the soft, encouraging words my dad will say to me. the “im so proud of you”s, the “good jobs”s, the “it’ll be okay”s, the “i love you”s, the “it’s okay”s. the words of comfort he’ll whisper as i cry in his arms, the words of encouragement he’ll tell me when i do well on something, the words of exasperation when i do something chaotic. i can’t wait for the days when i cant sleep so i just end up climbing into my dad’s bed, stealing all the blankets and then falling fast asleep. hell, i can’t wait for the moments where we’re bickering over something stupid. though, he’ll never yell at me, not even if my attitudinal teenage self is pissing him off.

my dr dad will be my safe place. when i’m with him nothing can hurt me because i’m his little girl and he’ll forever protect me. he’ll protect me with all he has but also allow me room to grow and make mistakes. he’ll always be there to catch me when i fall, figuratively and literally. i’ll be his little princess who’s comfort and safety always comes first.

i can’t wait to shift to my dr dad so then i know what it’s like to have a good dad.

[reyaint]

my COD drs is about to just be the same thing except one is where I'm my original nationality and the other is I'm from Haiqin😓🙏

plus scripting soap doesn't die, and that mw3 era is actually a good campaign bc it was whack in the game.

what if I made a BO6 dr too....

[mariameowshifts]

[shotmrmiller]

size difference where the one afraid to fuck you is simon. he thinks you soft. which is what you are. soft. fragile. small.

you're not like him. nothing like the guys. battle-scarred. muscles carved by relentless missions, scars that speak of duty.

your skin divots under his fingers, yielding to his weathered touch and if he squeezes hard enough, you'll have marks by morning. (he needs to be careful, he can't hurt you, won't—)

and so simon watches you touch yourself in the beginning, clever fingers swirling over your slippery clit with practiced movements even though his cock is straining against his trousers painfully. he can hear you mewl his name through bitten lips and it takes all of his self control to not tug his jeans off, slot himself between your spread, inviting thighs and push— stretch open your fluttering walls, so hot and slick, until he meets resistance, until he can push no more but—

he can't. you'd hurt. and he'd hurt because he hurt you. he won't.

after, when your eyes are heavy lidded, mouth slightly parted in exertion, you remind him that you aren't made of glass. that you won't break. you'll shatter— in the way you do when his tongue replaces your fingers— but not break.

"not a virgin either, for christ's sake," you groan.

maybe he's thinking too hard about it. he knows your teeth have edges, knows your bite is swift when deserved. but all he's truly good at is making things give. biology made it so with his bulky frame and raw mass.

his eyes trace the contour of your collarbone. delicate. then it darts to the pulse on your wrist. vital. his hands, the size of dinner plates don't coax. they demand. he'd snap you like a twig, leaving nothing but splintered remains in his wake.

you don't seem to mind, however. it slightly alarms him. where's your self-preservation? do you enjoy pain? is this some masochistic thing?

he looks at you, all glassy eyed and dewy skinned (ethereal; you're practically glowing under the soft light of the full moon that paints the room silver) and he thinks of how it's going to take work to make it work. his cock is large (he's seen the guys' eyes pop out of their heads in the showers once they caught a glimpse of what's between his legs) but you're persistent in the end. one too many nights of having him without having him.

he understands. simon knows better than most what it's like to yearn. to want and not have. he'd cause you pain by not giving in, and cause pain by giving in. damned if he does, damned if he doesn't.

so he caves. promises to go slow. careful.

"i can take it," you bravely say but he's barely pressing himself to your entrance and you're already making noises that tug at his pathetic little heart. the way your teeth sink into your bottom lip-- you look so pretty, how'd a twisted creature like him get someone like you to come home to-- as his cock fills you has him feeling lightheaded. it takes every ounce of self control to not sink into your heat, to hook your legs around his thick waist and let gravity do the rest.

an unsteady hand weaves its way down to your stuffed cunt, fingers splitting into a vee, feeling how he splits your puffy lips, and the view makes him buck his hips involuntarily.

his hands tighten around your calves when you keen, a high pitched noise that swells the lust he feels burning white hot at the base of his spine, tips of his fingers, deep within his loins. he feels ready to burst.

and he's only halfway in.

your voice cuts through the ringing in his ears. "m-more, simon, c'mon," the n is low and drawn out.

his fingers bite into your flesh as he pushes slow, oh so slowly, until your vise-like cunt envelops him completely. the sibilant hiss you let out makes his hair stand on end. (shame pricks at his nerves like a thousand tiny needles when his cock twitches at the sound of your slightly pained moans)

simon doesn't move, feeling your swollen walls around his cock ripple, tighten and slacken, like it's got a pulse of its own. he could be here, in you, cock deep in paradise for the rest of time.

"fuck me," you warble out, hand rubbing your swollen clit to well up the pleasure that's being smothered by the searing pang of discomfort.

when simon cants his hips back, he watches his cock come out of you, glistening with slick. his jaw aches from how hard he's clenching it. control. got to keep it slow, gentle. slow, simon, slow, slow--

"harder."

he feels the sudden sharp sting of your nails and jerks forward in surprise, filling you completely in one fast movement.

your moan this time is needy, thick with want, arousal dripping from your voice as it does your pussy, coating him in creamy white, a frothy ring at the root.

simon can see the barest of bumps below your navel, or maybe he's seeing things, your hot cunt putting him in a state of delirium but the way you take all of his cock and continue to beg for more, beg him to fuck you like he means it even though he's twice if not thrice your size well...

you'll just have to forgive him on the finger-shaped bruises they're going to be on your body after.

(you'd looked so cheeky before he flipped you onto your knees, grabbing onto your delicate neck like a lifeline as he pulled your hips to meet his. you'd taken him easier here, cunt sodden with slick but the angle had him reaching a devastating depth no one else could ever dream of reaching and even though it'd sprung tears to the corners of your eyes at the pinch, "mama ain't raise no bitch.")

[hidingwhere]

Price who is dating a very feminine person; you. He doesn’t mind- of course he doesn’t. In fact, you’ve embraced your femininity even more since dating him.

He watches you some nights after your everything showers, gently placing face masks and eye masks on while he leans on the bathroom counter next to you, occasionally pressing a soft kiss against your cheek. He wears a smile while observing you do more skincare, pick a pair of pink pyjamas before going straight back to the bathroom to put cream in your hair and exfoliate your lips with some pink-sugary concoction.

In shops, you make him smell-test different body moisturisers you’re considering on buying. Different perfumes, body wash, etc. Then he gets the luxury of smelling them on you after entering the bedroom from the shower. He buries his face in your neck, humming contently as he smells vanilla, pomegranate, the lot.

He pays for it all, no debate involved. He pays for new clothes you want, pays for your nails to be done. You’ve protested time and time again but he’s already swiped his card before you get the chance to swipe yours.

At Christmas, most decorations are pink and Price wouldn’t have it any other way. His house sparkles with life and serenity now that you live in it. He gets the decorations down for you from the loft, strings up lights on the ceiling and ensembles the big tree for you. You give him a thank you kiss in return and hug him tightly as he steps down from the small ladder.

Afterwards, you force him to rest on the sofa while you decorate the tree and ask his opinion if the decor is too close together or too far apart. Then throughout the evening you make little treats such as cookies dazzled with pink icing and snowflake sprinkles that he tastes-tests for you.

[artieseni]

yeah sure whatever his new model is cool but what about the receding hairline and the silly little moustache, huh????

primis richtofen call me back baby i miss you sm

[vshiftsss]

asks for saia's ask game!!

⊹ 🔮 PROPHECY — ✶ do you have a special role or purpose in your dr world?

⊹ 🛍️ TREAT YOURSELF — ✶ what’s the coolest thing you own in your dr that you don’t have in your cr?

⊹ 💔 GHOST OF THE PAST — ✶ have you experienced loss or heartbreak in your dr?

⊹ 💭 UNWRITTEN PAGES — ✶ if your dr had a book, what is a chapter title that describes your journey?

SMALL TOWN DR Q&A 2 - (ASK GAME)

woo! row's back again! thank you for the ask fren <3

🔮 - PROPHECY...

i wouldn't say i have a special role, per se, but everyone knows me as either the librarian or the substitute teacher in our town. eventually, once i start helping simon with the case he keeps coming back to the library for, the town starts to see me in a different light. so i'm not sure if i have a special role or purpose, but i try my best to help as much as i can!

🛍️ - TREAT YOURSELF...

the coolest thing i own is definitely the family piano. it's been passed down from generation to generation, and in our town, it was initially used by my great grandmother who was a famous musician in her time. she collaborated with many legends, and we even have some signatures on the lid! some of the keys still have faded labels on them from when i was learning how to play. as for the piano itself, it is a beautiful chestnut color with a glossy finish. very pretty! i play it often, and simon tries his best occasionally.

💔 - GHOST OF THE PAST...

the first thing that comes to mind is when my mom first told me she was leaving to live in another state. there was a hospital offering her a higher position than the one she had in our town, so she took that opportunity immediately. however, she told me (i was 19 around this time; just got my job at the library and i was enrolled in community college) that i would need to take care of the house and my sister. of course, she would send financial support, but i couldn't handle the fact that my mom, the sole figure i looked to for guidance and comfort, was leaving. in such a short time, as well.

after she left, the house didn't feel the same. aviva (my sister) seemed as if she was mostly fine, but she could tell i was feeling the pressure from the sudden shift in authority. but, we worked around it, and now we're closer than ever. now that i'm financially stable on my own, my relationship with my mom has weakened, mainly because she's so busy and, frankly, doesn't try to reach out as much as she claims. but we move!

💭 - UNWRITTEN PAGES...

holy shit. a chapter title? you would think i could come up with those, but if i'm being frank...i haven't titled a chapter since i was in fifth grade. erm. awkward! i can try though.

i think mine would be, "she's trying. she's succeeding. and finally, she's opening her eyes."

this dr is just a fun small town, but it's also a place where everyone already knows you. whether it's as the librarian that's all easy smiles and playful banter, or as the oldest sister of two who tries too hard just for no one to see her. when you get a new chance to prove yourself as someone who is worthy of being proud of, you take it. and that opportunity is simon asking me to help with his case.

i learn a lot of things, i make mistakes, but most of all, people see me. people see the woman i can be and what i can do for others. i finally feel as if i made an impact, and that i did something that benefits everyone. even if my mom doesn't see me, other people do. simon does. my friends do. aviva does. and at the end of my journey, i finally notice that. shit like that changes mindset, and it will in my dr!

whoops, got a little deep there...lol! my bad.

END OF POST - HAPPY SHIFTING!

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tags...@visualcve @julianasversee @miaojune @avelineshifts

ask game :)

[aleksanderyearns]

actually putting effort into shifting ❌

thinking about shifting and going to bed ✅

[thinkerer24]

Masterlist 🥰🎃

HI BABIES. My name is T, and I'm a new writer. I used to write a lot in high school but then life got in the way I guess and med school wasn't really easy but a few months ago I saw The Pitt and it felt like I just,,HAD to get my writing out there, you know? I'm so grateful for whoever reads my work...it's just a great feeling to start writing again.

Most of my work is smut so minors do NOT interact with my account thank you!

All dividers used. Thanks @strangergraphics !

The Pitt

Jack Abbot

Jack has lost a lot in his life. He's not going to lose you too. Smut, mild angst.

"Look at me, sweetheart, please? Don't you wanna be good for me?" Missionary with Jack.

Jack doesn’t bring an extra pistachio pastry. He knows he’s fucked up. Flufffffff heheh

Vampire!Jack loves the smell of you on day1. Don't look at me

Pussy sliding. Inspired by @spookypeachpitt13 . That's it.

Jack Abbot x Samira Mohan

Guilty as Sin? Inspired by Taylor Swift. Angst, smut, you know. The works.

Michael Robinavitch

Something in his eyes confuse you tonight. He looks ... Unhinged. Barely there. Or, Robby loves anal with you after a hard day at work.

Pussy starved Robby. That's it

First person account of worshiping Robby's huge dick (self indulgent don't @ me)

It's been a long day. You're here to help. Sub!Robby

Your fucking tits. He thinks he's going insane. Robby is a tits guy, sorry 😔

Self insert mainly - my experience with sleep paralysis and Robby being a sweetheart.

ANGST. crybaby!Reader x standing up for herself.

Robby x Jack x Reader

You have a very...low...orgasm threshold. And they love taking advantage of that.

Custom rhinestone panties. Enough said.

Their reaction to you walking up to them butt naked in heels.

John Shen

John hates his glasses. Until he doesn't. BDE Shen, what can I say.

Dana Evans

Young barista x hot older nurse? Some steamy age gap, no smut (maybe smut in the future?)

CALL OF DUTY

SIMON RILEY

“I’m hungry, please” Simon fucks you dry. You’re really sorry.

Simon Riley and John Price get a bit... Competitive when they get their hands on you. Just a blurb but whew I think I need holy water.

"I want you. All the time". Angst, self insert mainly.

Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" McTavish

Mary on a Cross. Divorced!Simon x Virgin!Johnny. Yeah, it's cute. And hot. And aaaaahaahhhh

Piss kink! Don't click if you're not into this!

Robby (1)(2)

Simon Riley x Johnny (1)

Dom! Simon

[theweaselofalcatraz]

ART DUMP!!!!

Here's some old traditional art I did!

I printed out this one lol ☝️

Hope you enjoy, I just spent 10 minutes flipping through sketchbooks n stuff and taking pictures

[restive-crayon]

Dont tell richtofen hes balding @ukrieger-official

Richtofen just does some shit like this sometimes, trust. He just stares and Takeo doesn’t move. Richtofen prob thinks they’re telepathically communicating about the 2nd zombies movies

Originally this was just a sketch bc it wasn’t giving the right vibes for the characters, then i made another tiny sketch, but i fucking deleted it like a dumbass and didn’t realize, so i went back to this one & finished it 💔

There’s more though, im redrawing the deleted sketch in hd muehehe

[necroounicorn]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY RICHTOFEN

...enjoy the poison, mwahahahah

(Unrelated doodle :3)

[vapidcadaver]

I love their Alpha Omega interactions lol

[thezombiemoon]

Dr. Edward Richtofen

I've known Black Ops Zombies since I was little, and I've always admired the Doctor!

Now I think I'm in love with him...

[jupitersmoon167]

Humor me for a moment

The Pitt x Call Of Duty crossover with a Dr Robby x 141!Reader x John Price love triangle

The Premise:

Reader is apart of the 141 as their combat medic, and is in a “will they won’t they” with Price (they’re both interested but Price doesn’t want to sabotage Reader’s career so he pushes his feelings down and tries to remain professional). Reader gets injured on a mission and is honorably discharged for their injuries, and they go back home to their apartment in Pittsburg.

Tired of moping around, they contact their old pal Jack Abbot to see if he can connect them with PTMC to see if they can be hired there while they get their bearings being back in the civilian world (don’t ask me how that would work I’m an environmental poly sci major) and as a result meets Dr Robby.

Few months in, things are looking up! Reader is doing great at the Pitt, they’re getting along with everyone (and a bit close with Dr. Robby *wink wink*) and overall feels good about how things are going.

The boys try and stay in contact (except Price who hasn’t talked to Reader since they were discharged), but it’s on rare occasions. So to make up for it, they decide to surprise Reader with a surprise visit

I’m sure you can see how this goes…