#modern warfare

[morinthou]

this is how you eat pizza

[blingblong55]

Breed Me- John Price NSFW

Based on a request: For Kinktober, would you be willing to write Price x F!Reader with the breeding kink prompt? I love your work! ---- F!Reader, MDNI, smut, 18+, established!relationship, P-in-V, unprotected!sex, breeding!kink, husband!Price, oral!sex ----

After arriving back home from yet another mission, your husband walks into your shared bedroom. Once his eyes were set on you, he sighed. Fuck did he miss you. He gets on the bed and all he can do is hold you from behind. You are his haven. His lips find your neck and he begins to place small and tender kisses on your soft skin. You smile and scoot closer to him and he groans. He sighs, and his hand finds its way to your stomach as he slowly grinds himself against you.

You turn around and smile. He looks at you with a smirk, his eyes dark with lust as he meets your gaze. He slips a hand down to grope your ass, pulling you flush against his hard body. "I want to see you round with my child, want to feel you heavy with my seed," his voice is deep and still as seductive as the first time you heard him. You knew he wanted kids, wanted as many as you did so maybe tonight he could start with the first child.

"Please, let me try. Let me love you, worship you, until you're dripping with my cum." He says in a whisper. His lips trailing to your shoulder. He smiles softly at your words, his heart swelling with love for you. He turns his head to capture your lips in another deep, passionate kiss. His hand slides up your sides, cupping your breasts and giving them a gentle squeeze. He breaks the kiss and starts trailing his lips down your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point. He sucks on the skin there, marking you as his. His hands moved to the hem of your shirt, slowly pushing it up and over your head, tossing it aside. He takes a moment to admire your breast, his eyes darkening with lust as he takes in the sight of your body.

He leans down, taking your breast into his mouth and sucking gently, his hand coming up to pinch and roll the other between his fingers. He lavishes your breasts with attention, his tongue swirling around your nipple before moving to the other one to give it the same treatment. His other hand slides down your stomach, dipping into your panties to cup your folds. He grows at the feeling of your wet heat, his fingers sliding through your folds teasingly. "Fuck, you're so wet for me. I'm going to fuck you so good, fill you up just right," he groans. Your moans fill the room and he groans at the sound of your moan.

He leans down, taking one into his mouth and sucking gently, his hand coming up to pinch and roll the other between his fingers. He lavishes your breasts with attention, his tongue swirling around your nipple before moving to the other one to give it the same treatment. His other hand slides down your stomach, dipping into your panties to cup your folds. He grows at the feeling of your wet heat, his fingers sliding through your folds teasingly.

He starts to lap at your pussy, his tongue delving between your folds to taste your sweet nectar. He groans at the taste of you, his tongue swirling around your clit before sucking it into his mouth. He brings his fingers up to your entrance, slowly pushing two fingers inside your tight heat, pumping them in and out in a steady rhythm. "Fuck, you taste so good, love. I could eat this pretty pussy all day. But right now, I need to be inside you. I need to feel your tight cunt squeezing my cock as I fill you up with my seed. I'm going to fuck you so hard, so deep, that you'll be feeling me for days. You're mine, Y/N. All mine. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

He stands up, quickly removing his clothes until he's standing before you, naked and hard. He strokes his thick, veiny cock, giving it a few pumps as he lines himself up with your entrance. He leans over you, his hands gripping your hips as he slowly pushes forward, his cock stretching you open as he sinks into your tight heat inch by inch. He groans at the feeling of your walls fluttering around him, your pussy clenching down on his cock like a vice. 

He doesn't stop until he's buried to the hilt inside you, his pelvis pressed against your ass. He pauses momentarily, giving you time to adjust to his size as he nuzzles into your neck, placing soft kisses along your skin. "Fuck, you feel incredible, love. So tight and wet and perfect. Like you were made just for me," he groans, his voice rough with desire. He starts to move, then pulls out slowly before slamming back in, setting a deep, powerful rhythm. He pounds into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the kitchen along with your moans and his grunts. He angles his hips, making sure to hit that special spot inside you with every thrust, determined to make you see stars.

His hand snakes down between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing in tight circles, adding to the pleasure coursing through you. He can feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he gets closer and closer to the edge. But he holds back, determined to make you come first, to feel your pussy clenching around him as you scream his name. He redoubles his efforts, fucking into you harder, and faster, his fingers rubbing your clit with increased fervour. "Come for me, Y/N. Let me feel you come apart on my cock. I want to feel you squeeze me, milk me for every last drop. Come on, baby, give it to me. Let go and come all over my cock like the good girl you are."

Your eyes roll back from the stimulation, "John~" you whimper. He groans as he feels your pussy clench around him, your juices coating his cock as you come undone beneath him. He continues to thrust through your orgasm, prolonging your pleasure as he chases his own. His hips snap forward, driving into you harder, deeper, his cock throbbing inside your fluttering walls. He buries his face in your neck, biting down on your shoulder as he finally lets go, his cock pulsing as he shoots his hot, thick cum deep inside you. He grinds against you, making sure every last drop is seated inside your womb, filling you up just like he promised. He collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the counter as he catches his breath.

He peppers your neck and face with soft kisses, murmuring words of love and praise against your skin. "That's it, love. You took my cock so well, milked me dry. Fuck, I can feel my cum painting your insides. The thought of you round with my baby, your tits swollen with milk…fuck, it's the hottest thing I've ever imagined. I'll fuck you day and night until my seed takes until you're heavy with my child. You're mine, Y/N. All mine. And I'm going to love you, worship you, for the rest of our lives. I promise you that." He rolls his hips, his softening cock still buried inside you, unwilling to separate from you just yet. He holds you close, savouring the feeling of being inside you, of being one with you. He knows he'll have to pull out eventually, but for now, he wants to stay connected to you, to bask in the afterglow of your lovemaking.

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[cod-dump]

Graves: You look like you cry watching nature documentaries Ghost: I- Graves: About BUGS Ghost: LISTEN- Soap: ... oh my god, do you actually? Ghost: SHUT UP

[metallictastinglifesupportliquid]

Soap, texting: Bro she's online Soap: What should I do? Ghost: Send nudes Soap: U first Ghost: ? Ghost: send it to her Ghost: Fucking idiot Soap: ...shit

[temeyes]

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[mrs-ghost-2]

Something something maintenance!Simon and how you’ve had to call him multiple times this past month over various things that have broken in your apartment. Stupid, old building and the awful plumbing. Crumbling bricks and faulty fuses. Dishwasher that leaks if you run it on anything other than a delicate cycle.

What maintenance!Simon doesn’t tell you (not that he talks much anyways) is that he’s the one that’s been messing with everything in your apartment. Not sneaking in, but while he’s there working on something else of yours. You don’t hover while he works and he knows this building like the back of his hand so it takes mere seconds for him to losen a bolt or flip a fuse or not tighten a clasp. He can’t help it, honest. Not when you look so good in your comfy clothes, hair thrown up haphazardly because he comes so early in the morning that you aren’t ready for work yet.

He lives for the fresh-faced, glassy-eyed look you give him in the morning as you open the door with a steaming cup of coffee already in your hand. He mutters a simple greeting and asks what the issue is today. You open the door wider for him to enter, chest barely moving as he brushes past because he’s so tall and wide that, of course, his biceps brush across your chest and it takes everything in him to not moan from now knowing you don’t wear a bra when he’s over.

You tell him it’s the washer this time. It fills, sure, but then the clothes just sit there. No spinning, no draining, nothing. It wasn’t your own washer, it was there when you moved into this unit so you didn’t know anything specific. But you about had this grown man on his knees when you leaned over the washer, stretching out on your tiptoes and back extended to show him where the pipes and everything connected to the wall.

Let me know if you want this continued! The NSFW version or the fluffier version 🫡 as always, likes and reblogs are amazing but I live for feral comments 💙

[ghostybaby000]

Gone | Part 2

Part 1

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Word count: 780

Warnings: 18+, fighting, cursing, general violence, symptoms of panic, fluff

Part one above!

Tag List: @yyiikes @talooolaaloolla @strawberrygato @cumsluut @sofiacoppolaslut @blackbeautyiloveyouso @casalucard @identity2212 @daydreamerwoah

The switch had flipped. Ghost pulls out his phone, already having John on speed dial he was still frantically searching, this time on the ground. He looked at other stands where you had wanted to play games, searching for people’s faces-for yours. He paced between people, pushing some harder than others without hesitation as the phone rang in his ear. 

He felt his hand going numb as he squeezed the bear he had won you no more than 3 minutes ago, your eyes flashed in the back of his mind. Shaking his head to rid of the image- there was simply no time. 

Moving with force as he weaved in and out of the crowd, catching a glimpse of a man across the crowd of people, slowing him for a moment. The man had made eye contact with Ghost trying to look away casually, but it didn’t sit right with him. He pushes through people as John picks up the line, Ghosts voice cold.

‘Where are you?’

‘Ah yeah, were just making our way out, what’s goin’ on?’ His voice became more stern after hearing the seriousness of Ghosts tone. 

‘I can’t find Y/N.’

Ghost hears John telling his date not to worry and that she should drive safe getting home before his voice was back in his ear.

‘Where are ya?’ 

‘I think I know who’s got her.’ 

‘How would you know that?’ Ghost dodges through the crowd of people to see the man in black had slipped farther ahead of him, the dim light of the night wasn’t helping. He walked quickly, squeezing the phone as John listened.

‘I’m across the park, near the house of mirrors. I’ll explain later.’

The call ends as he swiped furiously to get to your number, his hands shaking as he clicked on your name. It rings a few times before sending him to voicemail, he hangs up before he has the chance to hear your sweet voice. 

Again, he presses your name, no answer. There’s a mumbled ‘fuck’ under his breath as he stuffs his phone in his pocket and pushes through more people. Some would turn over or say something to him making a rude remark, but there was no way his attention was going anywhere else. 

The man looks over his shoulder once as he turns a corner to move in-between a ride and the mirror house. Not wanting to lose him Ghost speeds up, peering around the corner the man had taken. There was a door attached to the house of mirrors, and he had just watched it close. He paused for a moment to see if anyone was entering or leaving, crouching down to gently place your bear in the grass, his hand hesitant to let go entirely. 

Moving up to the door, the night air brushing his face, he listened to what or who was inside. The door was outdated, and the paint was now colorless from the sun, the material worn away, you would never know it was there. He stills to listen as there’s a clash that made his hand fly to the door handle, when he heard a man speak. 

Moving slowly he cracked the door to try and listen to what the man was saying. It proved difficult given the rides in the background mixed with the echo of the room. He strained his ears as he listened, only hearing certain parts.

‘….he knows…’ Another man who spoke just a little louder continued

‘…he saw you?…’ He listened as an object was tossed to the floor, it sounded small and dense. A stomp followed that echoed through the space, your phone.

‘…she’ll be fine- I don’t see why you’re upset…’ His grip on the door handle tightened as the other man responded in a louder, more aggressive tone. 

‘He was supposed to be alone...’ Footsteps from behind Ghost made him break focus, only to see John slightly crouched walking over to him. John listened as well, both men barley breathing as the other two continued inside the room. There’s a stilled silence as footsteps pace, then another new voice. 

‘What-What if she tells someone?’ One of the men sounded nervous, panicked even. There’s a shuffling of feet and more murmured words as they continue.

‘…we have to do something…’

‘…well not here…’ The men’s voices begin to overlap, making it almost impossible to make out what they were each saying. The aggressive man who spoke above the rest, cleared his throat as his voice traveled through the room.

‘She won’t remember a thing-‘ There is a scraping noise of metal on concrete as Ghost looks to John for a moment before his impulse wins, and he rips the door open.

[omegapropaganda]

[writing-with-moss]

Saw your post, and thought: why not?

Ok ok, imagine reader is a sleeper, and they like to sleep in most mornings. But one day they decided to wake up in the devil hours of the day and bake apple pie, waking up the 141 and they're generally concerned about reader's sleep schedule and health lmao.

If you understand what I mean.

thank you anon! I really appreciate the ask. My inbox had been really funky these last few days so I'm sorry it took so long!

Poly!TF141 x F!reader

TW/CW- mentions of anxiety and pregnancy, reader wears glasses and is called American, but nothing more than pure fluff!

It was dark when your eyes fluttered open. The warmth of the bed almost pulls you back to sleep. But you manage to get your eyes to stop drooping, your body lazily rolling over and glancing up at the clock.

3:20 a.m

You groan, might as well get up and start the day. So you sit up and swing yourself off the warm covers, leaving your comfy safehaven to maneuver through the dark room. Your hip brushes against a bookshelf and your hands enclose around your pair of glasses.

Finally able to see, you stumble into the kitchen, stretching out with a hum of pleasure, shivers running your spine. The gentle lamp light of the kitchen and the rumble in your stomach kept your socked feet moving along.

You settle on a book, wide open to a certain page. Apple Pie. Warm saliva filled your mouth at the thought of what you had been craving for weeks now. It had been so intense your boyfriends thought you might've been pregnant.

You open up the cupboards and drag out a few bowls, cutting up a few apples.

You must've been too loud because you were halfway into pouring the filling when a large form fills the doorway.

"Wha' da 'ell ya doin' Bonnie?" A sleepy Scottish man grumbles, stumbling towards you in just his boxers. "Cant feckin' sleep with so much bloody ruckus-"

He pauses at your baking, raising a brow. You turn and give a weak smile. "Sorry....Didn't mean to."

"Wha' da 'ell are you makin'?" A rougher voice came from the doorway, a man in matching black sweats stood behind Soap, tilting his head to watch you work.

"Apple Pie." You curtly answered, smiling as you hummed along, popping the dish into the oven.

"Yer so feckin' American." Soap wraps his arms warmly around your waist as he pecks a few kisses to your jaw. His stubble brushing against your cheek, causing a giggle to bubble in your chest. Ghosts warm hand landing on the back of your head to scratch at your scalp before gently tugging at Soaps Mohawk.

Johnny sticks his tongue out at him, before smiling. Ghost responding roughly. "Yer hair makes ya look like a fecking rooster."

Before he could reply, another man walked in.

"American apple pie huh?" Price came in with an almost concerned expression, pouring a mug of steaming coffee. "Yer up early baby. Somethin' goin' on?"

You shake your head. "Don't think so. Just had some cravings and got up early." Soap buries his head a bit deeper into your shoulder as he chuckles.

"You sure you ain't pregnant?" You elbow his side and he laughs, pulling back with a grin. Hopping onto the counter.

"I am not!" Ghost side eyes you and you huff, laughing. "Trust me, I would know. I already took a test. I. Am. Not. Pregnant."

"What about pregnancy- Oh is that apple pie?" Gaz suddenly pops into the kitchen, scratching his chin. "You okay babe? You're up really early."

"Yeah, I just woke up weirdly early. I dunno."

Price tilts his head, wrapping his arm around Gaz' shoulder as they cuddle up. "You anxious?"

"Maybe? I think I'll be okay." You respond, sighing as you cross your arms over your chest. Ghost gently pulls you a bit closer, enveloping you in warmth.

"We're always here for ya. Our sweet girl." He pecks a firm kiss to your forehead and they all nod.

Soap grins slightly. "But are you sure you aren't?-" You throw your towel at him before he can finish.

(Hopefully this is good enough! Thanks for the ask Anon! Requests are open!)

[forsaire]

Soap loves celebrating ghosts birthday

Dedicated to @bmtillerbabe who wanted Soap baking ghost a cake

[blingblong55]

Touched....-141

Soap: my lass is just the softest person ever

Gaz: not this again

Ghost: let the lad be

Soap: I swear it's like an angels touch

R/N: so you're being touched by an angel?

Soap: yes

R/N: I was touched by a priest

Price: fuck sake *sighs*

[cod-dump]

Graves: Really? What's my problem?

Soap: You skip leg day

Gaz: *wheezes*

Price: No he doesn't

Soap: ... what do you mean by that, cap?

Gaz: YEA WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?

Price: We... work out together

Graves: Yea, "work out"

Soap:

Price: ... listen-

Gaz: I have KorTac's colonel's number DON’T MAKE ME USE IT

Price: USE IT FOR WHAT!?

[callsignimmortalvalkyrie]

Alejandro Vargas!!!!!

[cristaq]

“Where the fuck did I put it?”

I imagine Price scouring the room for his bottle of perfume. It’s been so long since he put on some but today is special. Even if they have been a… thing for awhile now, he and Soap never went on a proper date. When he finally finds it, he places some puffs on his wrists and neck and he takes one last look in the mirror.

Price is sporting a chequered shirt, safely tucked in his cargo pants. He put in extra effort to trim his mutton chops, which bounce around now, as he purses his lips in thought. He is quite satisfied with himself.

“Ok, you’ve got this!” Some pep talk in the mirror goes a long way.

They finally meet in front of the designated restaurant and the standoff begins. Soap is dressed in a black shirt that hugs his gigantic frame perfectly. And his jeans leave nothing to the imagination.

“Hey…” Soap is the first to close the distance but something stops him in his tracks. “Is that… perfume?”

Price places his hands in his pockets and lets out a nervous laugh. “Yeah… Do you like it?”

The only valid response Soap has is to jump in Price’s arms, hugging him close and enjoying the smell. Price immediately responds by wrapping his arms around him.

“God I love you… so fucking handsome.” Soap says, his words muffled by the fact that his face is buried in Price’s neck.

“You are not so bad yourself…” A small laugh accompanies his words. “I love you too.”

Soap breaks the hug with a smile. “My parents will also love you, don't you worry.”

“Parents?!” His voice cracks.

“Yeah we are going back to theirs after dinner. They would kill me if they knew I brought you to Glasgow and they didn’t get to meet you.” Soap loves to see Price squirming like this.

“Sure yeah…” He is too stunned to speak.

Soap pulls him out of shock and towards the restaurant. “Nice shirt by the way.”

Bet your ass he is wearing that stupid shirt forever from now on. And he keeps the bottle of perfume in sight now. For just one night, a truce is signed and the war ceases.

[giotanner]

A proud Captain John Price of his Lt Ghost

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[omegapropaganda]