#pornstar!gaz
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Going off of him calling reader his wife, Ps! Gaz whose highest rated video with his favorite girl is a "Honeymoon" night concept where it's basically a really romantic lovemaking video.
Their natural chemistry is perfect and the romance feels real; they even joke around a little and take things slow.
And that vid is what confirms for the fans that there's something going on between them that goes beyond the cameras.
- 🦴
part 237423849 of kore writing a drabble/one shot when she probably shouldn't have. not edited because my brain is fried? idk save me, pornstar!gaz, save me
It's late into the night when your phone screen illuminates your face.
A sleepless night quickly plagues you with a wandering mind that won't let go of the images that still haunt you from your last shoot with Kyle. The two of you have filmed countless times together, but there's something about this most recent one that refuses to let go of your mind. It overwhelms you so much that you've got your studio's porn site on your phone at nearly one in the morning.
Usually, you hate watching the videos you perform in. It crosses an odd sort of boundary in your mind that makes you feel disgusted with yourself, but you can't help but watch the one you filmed with Kyle titled "Honeymoon Getaway." Before the video even starts, you notice the ratings. Tens of thousands of people have watched the video already, and it was only edited and published five days ago. The ratings are all positive, thousands of thumbs ups and bookmarks.
Your teeth sink into your lip once the video starts. Both you and Kyle are dressed in your "wedding" attire; a well fitted suit with the jacket removed for him, and a white slip that covers your bridal lingerie for you. It's... sensual. The way he kisses you. And really fucking weird watching it from a third person perspective. You vividly remember his breath against your face and the way his hand caressed your cheek, but it's not what you're looking for, so you skip ahead.
When the video loads the next portion, Kyle's face is buried in your cunt. The angle they filmed it at is nothing compared to the view you had in real life. The way he kissed the side of your knee, keeping eye contact with you for as long as he could as he kissed all the way down your thigh until his tongue was on your clit… it’s a sensation that ghosts along the inside of your legs even as you lay there in bed.
But the video? Fuck, it’s terrible. Focusing more on the side view, obscuring his pretty face with your thigh. At this point, you’re ready to take the camera and film everything from a first person point of view next time you film with Kyle.
But that’s besides the point. You’re looking for something else.
Once again, you skip ahead and the sound of your laughter emanates from the speakers on your phone. Kyle, who had been hovering over your body, had quickly rolled you on top of him, switching your spots. It was done so effortlessly, and you try your best not to gawk at the way his muscles flex as you straddle him.
"Kyle," your voice whines over the speakers.
"Better view this way," is all he responds.
You hate it. Hate the way he makes your stomach churn just from a video alone. It almost churns worse than it did when you were really filming with him, pretending to be love-struck newlyweds fucking one another in an expensive hotel room.
You skip forward again, a significant distance this time, and Kyle has you pinned to the bed on your back. With his hands underneath your knees, you're nearly kissing them as he ruts into you. You try not to pay too much attention as the camera pans to a view of your cunt sucking him in like the good little wife you pretended to be.
Luckily, you're not stuck watching it for too long before the film shoots over Kyle's shoulders, showcasing the way your tits bounce at his relentless pace. You grimace when they zoom in, but it's not much longer before you finally find what you were searching for.
"My sweet wife. I love you so fuckin' much."
You sit up straight the moment you find it, and your fingers are scrambling to rewind so you can hear him again. The breathlessness of his voice, the lilt in his tone. It feels like gold on your ears, yet it has your heart shredding into pieces in your chest. It feels real. Too real.
But it can't last forever.
You pause the video, ceasing the sound of your moans and Kyle's fake confession. Everything spins around you when you look up from the screen and at the darkness of your room. Lonely. So fucking lonely and cold. You shake your head as you look back at your phone, and you decide to make the terrible mistake of sleuthing through the comments.
The idea of it all, was finding something that would turn you off so that you could forget it all and go back to sleep. And there were plenty of disgusting comments:
>> need a submissive wife like this
>> great tits
>> too soft with her. you need to learn to put your bitch in place the first night.
It should have been enough. You should have stopped there, but you don't. You can't stop scrolling, and scrolling, and scrolling. It's a vicious cycle that you can't stop, and you're stuck reading every single comment and speculation from anyone who still had living brain cells after jerking off to your video. Each and every one of them destroy you more than the last:
>> I feel like i'm ruining a special moment lmao
>> there's no way these two aren't together irl what the fuck
>> can't wait to see these two on OF together when they realize they don't want to fuck anyone else lol
>> nah, they really snuck in a whole crew on their actual honeymoon that's dedication
>> he sounds like he's about to cry when he says he loves her
You shut your phone off and fight the urge to toss it across the room as you slam yourself back against your mattress. All you want to do is sleep but your chest aches so furiously that it's all you can focus on. Everything feels so real with Kyle, and it's not fair that he's always out of your grasp. Always teasing you with the promise of fucking you off camera, of looking at you like you're the only woman in the world.
A tremble begins in your bottom lip as you shove your face into your pillow. Kyle Garrick is going to be the death of you, you're sure of it. Judging by the tears that soak your pillow that night, you know it's not going to be a kind death, either.
#pornstar!gaz#kyle garrick x reader#gaz x reader#gaz smut#kyle garrick smut#gaz x reader smut#kyle garrick x reader smut#kyle gaz garrick x reader#f!reader#🦴 anon
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There's only 3 people Simon follows on social media. Gaz, Soap... and a pornstar he's been obsessed with for months.
He loves coming back from missions and seeing you promoting your new content on Twitter, always getting fucked by a different person— never the same man or woman twice.
He'd be lying if he said he doesn't think he can fuck you better than the men jackhammering into you without care, or the women who keep staring at the camera rather than focusing on your lovely body. He could do it so much better, stuffing your pretty cunt full of eight inches of thick, veiny meat.
Warm water runs down his body as he rubs his throbbing cock, calloused hands toying with the angry, red tip before he smears it all over his shaft, almost cumming at the wet sound that rings around the shower when he jerks off again.
His leaking precum sticks to his hand, begging him to keep going while he scrolls down your Twitter. Half-lidded brown eyes struggle to stay open when he sees a new photo of you, groaning at the way your bright smile overpowers the thick cum smeared all over your lovely tits, looking so proud of finishing another man off and getting marked.
His boner is almost painful at this point. He's sure his arm is going to get a cramp after this, but he's too far gone to care.
Simon's fantasies run wild as he keeps scrolling and liking your new content. He's barely lucid enough to register the newest video, looking at the skimpy clothing you're wearing being ripped off by an older man, cock thrusting into you wildly, almost punishingly. There's nothing more lovely than your expression when you get penetrated, wide eyes looking at the camera and pretty lips turned into an "o" shape before you smile, clearly enjoying every single inch of meat stuffed into your needy cunt.
“Fuck.” His hand works faster down his shaft, the familiar tight feeling in his heavy balls returning while he lets out a low moan. A tidal wave of euphoria hits him when his half-lidded brown eyes return to the video, muscles flexing and tensing up as he releases thick ropes of cum onto the floor, letting the water wash it away.
His hips buck uncontrollably as he squeezes the last drops of thick cum out of his cock with a couple of low groans, hand finally slowing down.
His muscles finally relax, chest rising up and down while he tries to recover from the intense orgasm. He can't help but look at the ropes of release being washed away, secretly hoping they were in you instead.
His phone vibrates in his hand, and he immediately looks at it with a raised eyebrow, breath catching in his throat when he reads the notification announcing that you follow him back.
Part II | Part III
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Masterlist
18+ Blog! MDNI
Simon 'Ghost' Riley
I'm your only situationship
Mistress
Inevitable
Situationship into Relationship
Tormented by a Ghost
Submitting to his dominance , part 2, part 3
Please stop staring (or don't)
Good thing we're all dogs
Not a dog, but a rat
John 'Soap' MacTavish
Maybe Dessert first
John 'just the tip' MacTavish
You'd look better as mine
John Price
Happy trails, John
Loba
Soulmate AU part 1
Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick
A chance encounter
Drabbles
Ghost being a toxic ex
Ghost with pre-parenthood
141!spotter Simon
141!spotter John
Dom!Ghost
cbf!Johnny
pathetic!Simon
pathetic!Simon extra
pathetic!Simon 1.2
pathetic!Simon 1.3
pathetic!Simon monopolizing you
blindfolded
König
cbf!johnny 1.1
cbf!johnny 1.2
Alpha!Ghost
Alpha!Ghost 1.2
pup!Ghost ask
cbf!simon dbd inspire
neighbor ghoap x reader
neighbor ghoap x reader 1.1
cbf!simon would kill for you
biblically accurate simon
davy jones!simon
ups!simon
cbf!simon teaches you everything
ex-husband simon
ex-husband simon with a twist
simon's not a guy you take home
pen pal simon, 1.2
Reqs
Ghost NSFW
Best friend!Johnny & FWB!Simon AU
Ghost is the unexclusive fwb
Ghoap x reader
Johnny helps with your monthly
You don't need anyone else but us
Escort AU
Needs must, part 2, part 3 (simon, johnny, simon)
Sensual Domination (kyle)
Price
Pet!Reader
Simon meets John's cat
Simon plays with John's cat
Betrayal pet au
Betrayal pet au 1.2
Betrayal pet au 1.3
The boys take you from your old owner
Old owner sees you with the boys
The boys take care of you
Taken to a new home
John doesn't come home to his kitten
Pet needs comfort
Pets exchange hands
Johnny gets himself a fox
Bun waits for Gaz to come home
Multiverse COD
'09 Ghost's wife meets '22 Ghost, part 2, part 3 pre part4, part 4
multiverse asks
Pornstar!AU
pornstar ghost, part 2, part 3
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i’ve got sex worker female!reader thoughts turning around in my brain today so have a bit of brain dump under the cut.
price hires her for a “girlfriend experience”. he wants cuddling, kisses, someone to play with his chest hair while they cool off after surprisingly intimate sex. she joins him in the shower of the hotel room en-suite and scrubs his back gently. he tips +50% of her hourly rate and leaves her with a gentle kiss on her forehead.
soap hires her for a “pornstar experience”. he wants to do all the things he’s convinced a “normal” girlfriend wouldn’t do. it’s loud, energetic and he ruins her carefully chosen lingerie. she gets fucked in front of a large mirror so soap can watch as he slams into her over and over while she moans and whines in a slightly exaggerated fashion. soap pays extra so he can get the video she shot on her phone of her deepthroating his cock sent to him.
gaz hires her as his “date”. she’s witty and charming the entire time and he can’t keep his eyes off the way her dress dips over her cleavage. she teases him with little touches to his hand and smiles prettily when he twines their fingers together. he absolutely has her gasping into his neck as he circles her clit in the back of the taxi he flagged down to take her back to her hotel room. when he leaves her with a passionate kiss she gets the thought that maybe she should’ve been the one to pay him for the pleasure.
ghost never meets up with her in person. he pays her to send him videos and photos of her lounging in bed using the toys he paid for. his favourite video is the one where she bounces on a custom ordered cock that is modelled after his own. he buys her things off her wish-list that she wants and adds a gift card to her favourite coffee shop as an extra thank you.
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Simon Ghost Riley is annoyed.
" So you ended up working together, you ended up helping one another, you ended up not liking each other. " || Ghost listens in to you having sex ||
for adults only; NSFW; sexual themes; stalker!Ghost; smut; other COD characters briefly mentioned; backstory for main character; afab!reader x konig; no use of y/n; English is not my first language, feel free to privately message me to correct any mistakes.
Much to Ghost’s annoyance, they need you.
You being the highly-trained-deadly-skilled-gun-for-hire of a now nearly collapsed criminal enterprise, and the only one left alive with the intel that they need.
But that’s alright, because, as it turns out, you need them.
Them being the task force 141, the very same that has been sistematically dismantling the above mentioned criminal empire and hunting down the above mentioned highly-trained-deadly-skilled-gun-for-hire. Little-fucking-nuisance, according to Simon.
So you ended up working together, you ended up helping one another, you ended up not liking each other.
Much to Ghost’s annoyance, judging by the way Gaz has been telling you stories from his childhood, the way Price has been calling you silly nicknames through the crackling comms, and the way Soap has taken the habit to fully lean into you every time you show him something stupid on your phone, the only one who doesn’t really like you is Ghost himself.
Not liking you is fine; that’s something he can deal with for the simple fact that he does not really have to deal with it. Disliking you is a mere subjective perception that he acknowledges in passing, almost distractingly, when he lays his eyes on you. The real problem is that he does not fucking trust you. Now that’s something he has to deal with; that’s HIS duty, that’s HIS team.
Sure, you are constantly monitored, they are not stupid: you have lived most of your life like a criminal, surrounded by criminals. You have the resources, the knowledge, and fairly good reasons to fuck them over. That’s why you are never left alone and never trusted to carry any weapons unless strictly necessary. Your location is always traced, your heartbeat is polygraph-tested every time you have to be questioned. The thing is, you were very well made aware of all this when you signed on the dotted line the day that Laswell came to see you in the prison’s infirmary.
A few days later, there you were, with a bruised face and an even more bruised ego, getting yourself nice and comfy in the room down the hall.
So it was for the sake of HIS team that Simon had to break into the room down the hall to carefully bug it. With a bit of patience, he will find something compromising that will force Laswell - who seemed to take a shine on you for whatever bloody reason - to send you back to prison. Or anywhere else, really, as long as you were out of sight. And with that, out of mind.
Much to Ghost's annoyance, you moan differently than he expected. Simon assumed, definitely assumed, and NEVER fantasized that you would moan like a fucking pornstar.
No, this… This is something entirely different. And now that it thinks about it, it is more like you. You have a wicked sweetness about you, the kind that makes men want to either break you or protect you.
You have the cheekiness that gets you in trouble—the same one that gets you out of it. Ghost adjusts the ear buds in his ears and draws his eyebrows together.
The man on you (behind you? Under you? Most definitely inside you) is babbling, grunting, and moaning, visceral and guttural. And you... You sound breathy and airy and wet and light. In a delicate voice, you are giving him directions, but you have to repeat yourself a few times before he snaps out of his daze and complies. And when he finally does, oh, you are all praise.
How the fuck did he menage to get into your pants? And why, on God’s green earth, would you let him?
Ghost has witnessed you flirt before: sometimes you were just doing your job, other times you were having fun dancing with recruits in bars, flashing them a little smile with a pretty blush on your face. You were quick to throw them a bait and even quicker to retrieve it. “Don’t push your luck, soldier” you would say with an easy grin. Cheeky little thing.
Simon would scoff at your antics and at the men and women who would fall for your little act. That’s why he is so surprised now, because with you, everything seems to be either an act or a transaction. I’ll give you what you need if you offer me something better first.
That’s what he thought you were doing with Konig when he caught you complimenting his skills and commenting on his strength. Just being smart, just trying to have one more ally.
But the way you were panting, mewling, and pleading told him a different story. You could not be trusted. And now HIS team is in danger because you couldn’t keep your legs shut. Are your legs actually wide open? Are they on his shoulders? No, Ghost is not thinking about your legs. Instead, he is thinking that he wouldn’t need you to give him pointers on how to adjust the rhythm or how to angle himself to hit your sweet spot. With one hand on your mouth, he’d know exactly what to do to you. You wouldn’t need to say please and thank you; you wouldn’t need to be so polite.
Simon is startled when you let out a sudden giggle, immediately followed by a whimper. You are confusing, half crying and half elated, half begging to stop and half begging to continue. It’s intimate—you sound so defenseless, so vulnerable. You are definitely not to be trusted.
Much to Ghost’s annoyance, a little escapade with a fellow soldier is not enough to get you to fuck off somewhere else—somewhere far, far away from him. If that were to be enough, the base would be empty by now. He just has to be a little more patient and wait until he hears you say something compromising to the mercenary (or any other bastard that you’ll let into your bed, for that matter, a slut like you). Eventually you'll let something slip that will put the safety of the team at risk and thwart your credibility in the process.
Ghost is just going to have to endure more of this bullshit, and THAT is what annoys him the most. Not the fact that while listening to you, he is reminded of that one time when you dislocated your shoulder. He lets his focus drift to your moaning, desperately trying to conjure the memory of the way you turned your big, watery eyes on him, looking like a wounded animal. He can see it now; he can hear it now—the barely audible plea that escaped your lips, “Please, please don’t hurt me," as he was grabbing your arm and trying to fix you. It is only a pang in the pit of his stomach that snaps him out of it; he should not find the idea of you getting hurt so damn erotic.
You little fucking nuisance.
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EYES ON YOU [ SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY ]
cw: suggestive, sexual tension, strangers to lovers, not beta read, might be military inaccuracies because i'm not in the military, alcohol consumption, medic! fem!reader. this is part two of a series. part one.
notes: sorry for such a long wait, i just went through the academic trenches.
words: 1,222.
It was expected that the friendly crowd would welcome you, but drinking at the local pub in uniform was not something you anticipated.
Luckily, you had the chance to change out of your… not so clean scrubs into another set of a simple grey.
Sighing as you sat beside Soap, or as the mesmerizingly gruff voice called him, Johnny, at the end of the cushion booth. You smiled at the rest of Taskforce 141, happily introducing yourself once more. Conversation was easy with an easy crowd, they were all friendly, even more so when they learned you were a personal recommendation by their Mrs. Kate Laswell.
“Looks like someone stole my seat, aye?”
Low, almost inaudible, Ghost murmured as he slipped into the seat beside Gas, or Kyle, though not as fondly called by that alluring voice. You smile, laughing in soft tones as Gaz nudged his new neighbor's arm. Of course, he meant no harm, anyone could tell, but the unassuming way your eyes fluttered away from his made it seem like something else.
To be honest, it probably was. 4 shots, a margarita, and taking sips out of Soap’s, which he ordered in humor after he chugged too much of something else, Pornstar martini, you genuinely couldn’t let left from right.
But you could tell his eyes from theirs.
All night, every second, every time you turned, away or to, he was watching, like a predator on the hunt, he stalked your every move. Arms crossed his broad chest, shifting only for a moment to sneak a sip from his old-fashioned as he carefully lifted the bare minimum of his mask. It was almost impossible to look away, no matter how trained the others were to shift their eyes, sober or not, you couldn’t help but stare at the pale skin beneath.
Then suddenly, his eyes met yours. It felt like white-hot lightening, the way you couldn’t look away, even as his hand dropped to settle his glass back onto the table, his mask following the same direction, even when the others laughed drunkenly as they cut your paycheck in half.
He didn’t look away and you couldn’t.
You felt your cheeks burn, your eyes snapping back to the salted rim of your glass as you mindlessly laugh along with the running chatter. They burned holes into the side of your head, you felt as they traced every feature, every curve, dip, whatever else was on your face. It made you tremble, made you hold your cup a little tighter. But it wasn’t out of fear, it was a notion you weren't quick to resist.
If anything, you leaned into it.
You let your fingers tap across the glass between your palms, debating how to go about this. The man, that after a couple, two, (2), interactions, you had become completely enthralled by, was eating you alive with his eyes.
Trying not to make your intoxication too evident, you purr, leaning onto your elbows on the wooden table,
“Y’know… Soap’s right, we should play a game.”
Maybe you should’ve been a salesman with how easily they took your offer, ignoring that they, too, were drunk and easily impressionable. They laugh, especially the Russian one who was, far too often, accidentally funny.
Soap cheers, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he nods his head, pointing at the rest of them babbling about his ingenious idea. In his drunken state, his hand slips down to your waist. He swayed, holding you close, teasingly grinning,
“Aye, Ghost, yer’ looking a lil’ jealous?”
The way he twitched, his gloved hands tightened around his whisky, gorgeously intimidating eyes narrowing, piercing into the blue eyes beside you. Used to his tactics, Soap, pokes a bit more, squeezing your waist, while you nervously chewed on your lip, comfortable in Soap’s arm, but melting under Ghost’s eyes.
Your eyes drift away under the pressure when Ghost’s eyes move from Soap to you, a stern utterance of, “Johnny,” before they shift. Focusing on his drink, you eye the cherry settled atop the block of ice in his glass.
Johnny continues raving about some random form of a drinking game that would surely have you all taking far too many shots and dying of high blood alcohol content. You nodded at each word that followed his mouth, your eyes following the shape of the maraschino cherry.
Then he moved it.
Grabbing the small, artificially red stem, thick, gloved fingers carefully grab the tip, pulling it away from its place above the ice. He rests his elbow on the wooden table, his dark eyes scrutinizing the plump, round cherry dangling from his fingertips.
”You want it?”
You blink, eyes fluttering up to his hesitantly, met with an intense gaze that made you want to look away, but so mesmerizing you couldn’t. You didn’t reply, not sure of your own answer, No, I want you.
“The doctor mute?” He muttered at your silence, gravelly voice barely making it through the buzz of the surrounding people. His bulky figure let out a sigh, watching the way your lips parted in surprise. Straightening out, still a little woozy, your eyes blinked,
“I- yes, I’d like it.”
He gives a skeptical look, analyzing the slow movements of your hand as you reach out for his. Your fingers wrap around around the lower portion of the stem, knuckles knocking against his as you hold the sticky stem. Ghost lets go just as you take hold, the moment your hand grazes his cold gloves barely a second for any of the detail to be even mildly valuable.
But It felt like minutes, the way you stared into his eyes and he stared back as a damn cherry exchanged your hands with an exotic kind of excitement. Your hand retracted quickly, his hand lingered,, his elbow still digging into the table.
It was just you two, eyes on each other as the conversation beside you spun into an unintelligible droning,
“Well?”
Low and sharp, he asked, eyes trailing down to your lips for, who knows what time within the night. You blinked a couple times, now was your chance. God, you were fucking desperate.
Keeping your eyes on him, you bring the crimson fruit to your lips. He never looked away, his eyes not on yours, but watching the way your lips took in the juicy flesh between your teeth, your lips closing around the stem to pop it off.
You see him shut his eyes, desperate to hear the gruff voice as his eyes snap away, a hand coming to cover his mouth.
"Doc! We should play musical chairs!"
Your eyes snap to Soap, stammering in surprise, lucky to have alcohol as an excuse when your face begins to heat up,
"Yea- what?"
You scoff in confusion, still trying to shove away the fluttering in your stomach. "We-... We can't do that in public, Sargent." The others laugh as Soap continues to ramble about the available space in the common area at the base. You couldn't help but grin, your foggy mind slowly clearing its yearning.
Only he didn't laugh. It's been consistent with a spectrum of people that said he had a cold demeanor. But this was different, this was distraction, and two blue eyes saw right through his balaclava.
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I feel like their drunk-ness was a little ooc but for the plot. giggling and kicking my feet i hope this counts as slow burn bc i really like reading slow burn and this is my first series. also, will probably make a masterlist bc i wanna be organized.
taglist: @141trash, @thriving-n-jiving, @agorophobicreader, @murder-hobo
EYES THAT HOLD SECRETS
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Gaz: Here’s the toxicology report.
Laswell: Huh…nothing? What did the medical examiner say?
Gaz: That his body showed clear signs he was killed by belladonna.
Ghost, Soap, and Price: The pornstar?
Laswell and Gaz: …the poison.
Ghost, Soap, and Price: Oh…
#cod incorrect quote#cod incorrect quotes#call of duty incorrect quote#call of duty incorrect quotes#incorrect quotes#kate laswell#laswell#jonathan price#captain price#price#simon ghost riley#simon riley#ghost#john soap mactavish#john mactavish#soap#kyle gaz garrick#kyle garrick#gaz#cod#cod mw2#mw2
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WIP Game
Thanks for the tag @ethereal-night-fairy
Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how nondescript or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it!
I have taken a big step back lately because of my work, but I do have some things I'm slowly putting paragraphs into.
Long Fics in Progress
Ursa Major - Bear!Price x Female Reader - John Price is a hot, lumberjack werebear. This is the most self-indulgent fic I've ever written, and I will not apologize. Updates are weekly, for the most part.
The Sin Eater - Monster!Price x Female Reader - A dark, monster fic based off of the Jekyll and Hyde paradigm. Co-authored with amazing @vampirekilmerfic, but updates are extremely slow. It's a hard fic for me to write.
The Window - Poly!141 x Female Reader - Pregnancy fic with a poly/reverse harem theme. This should've stayed a one-shot, honestly. I don't know what the heck I'm doing with this.
The Fox & The Hound - PornStar!Soap x Female Reader - I love this fic so much. I should just stop, but I can't let it go. For some reason, this story just lives in my heart rent-free.
My Brother's Keeper - Regency!Price x Female Reader - Unpublished arranged marriage childhood friends-to-lovers dual virginity fic with a huge twist. It'll probably come out midsummer? I think.
Doubt Thou the Stars - Space!Price x Alien!Female OC - Unpublished space fic where John Price is basically Malcolm Reynolds from Firefly. Self-indulgent and weird. I might never publish it because it's so odd.
The Cube - Ghost x Female Reader - We don't talk about The Cube. But, it's there... lurking.
One-Shots in Progress
Down the Hatch - Gaz x Female Reader - Gaz convinces you to fuck him inside a tank.
Pas de Deux - Ghost x Ballerina!Female Reader - Inspired by an ask, but a bit of a divergence from the original request. Ghost falls for Gaz's sister as she performs as Odette in Swan Lake.
Against Medical Advice - Price x Female Reader - Inspired by an ask where Price gets shot in the thigh and ends up convincing you, his medic, to get nasty with him anyways.
A Knight's Errand - Medieval!141 x Female Reader - In order to avoid a dangerous foreign king from being eligible to marry their queen, her knights work hard to ensure that she is with-child, securing her position on the throne. (I think this fic already exists? I don't remember the name of it, though. But, that's why it's unpublished. Maybe it's a two-cakes situation, but I don't want to publish it and have it be so similar that it repeats their original idea.)
I hope some of these are interesting to y'all! Feel free to ask me about them if you have questions.
No pressure tags: @vampirekilmerfic @gemmahale @kit-williams @deadbranch @ceilidho
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2009 soap is a pornstar.. and price :( gaz is a stripper
#i swear he is#pornstar!price#pornstar!soap#stripper!gaz#orla speaks#call of duty modern warfare#cod x reader#modern warefare ii#cod x y/n#cod headcanons#cod mw2#cod modern warfare#cod imagine#cod mw22#captain price x y/n#captain price x you#john price x reader#price x reader#soap mactavish#john soap mactavish#cod soap#soap cod#soap call of duty#soap mctavish#gaz mw2#gaz call of duty#kyle gaz garrick#kyle gaz garrick x reader#gaz garrick x reader#kyle garrick
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Ghost w a pornstar reader who somehow found his Twitter account he uses to post progress pics of his physique and has 3 followers (Gaz and Johnny lmfao). She keeps dming him, talking about flying him out and he replies with a "not interested." as if he isn't jerking off daily to her videos and pics. Send tweet.
#simon ghost riley#ghost mw2#simon riley#ghost cod#cod mwii#cod mw2#ghost simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost x reader#ghost smut#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost x you#stray talks mw#stray talks
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PORNSTAR! SIMON WHEN HE WHIMPERED ACCIDENTALLY ONCE WHILE FILMING AND THEN YOU GET ALL SELF CONSCIOUS ABOUT NOT BEING ABLE TO MAKE HIM WHIMPER!!!!
hey hey hey i can't do that ever to reader like no.
i will curl up into a ball and desiccate if i have to write that cuz then if he does whimper it's gonna feel like he's read your mind and knows what's going on in your head and shit.
i think the insecurity is already there anyway. you're an avg OF model and he's him, yknow?
so why is Ghost, the Ghost, following you on twitter? you're not one of the top, first page babes on OF.
squealing though, because he only follows some dude named John Price (?) your other two favorite pornstars Soap and Gaz and some woman named Laswell. you refuse to acknowledge the fact that even though he's made multiple videos with one jaw-dropping beautiful pornstar, he doesn't follow her.
it means nothing it means nothing it means nothing
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i live laugh love medic reader. working in hospital/healthcare is crazy like one second im fighting a combative pt trying to bite my hand and spit at me when i try to draw some blood and then next im eating my stupid yogurt for lunch.
i feel like cod dudes would 100% listen to y/n's work gossip lmao
ghost: wait so he did-- and then he--, and then he punched the CNA??? bloody hell...
soap: he got MAGGOTS??? on his WHERE????
price: *gasp* so she was cheating with the new attending doc this whole time??
LMAO THEY WOULD <3 and i imagine soap is your most frequent flyer in the med bay. do i really need to explain? broken nose, bruises, random obscure injuries he doesn't remember,,, CHRIST JUST PUT HIM IN A BUBBLE !!
price and gaz kinda being problems :/ they "unintentionally" spread gossip around the med unit :///
and then simon, trying to avoid medical help or help in general. but still being on an exam table more often than not :( but he'd def listen to you ramble while you patch him up !!
(not directed at anon) I'm sick of sexy fetishized pornstar medic y/n !! GIVE ME REALISTIC NURSING SHIT !!
IT'S SO MUCH COOLER AND INTERESTING, AND FRANKLY, NURSING IS ALREADY A RESPECTABLE, ATTRACTIVE PROFESSION TO ME !!
#rachel speaks#not writing#medic!reader#nurse!y/n#nurse!reader#mw2#call of duty#task force 141#task force 141 x reader#task force 141 x y/n#tf 141 x reader#141 headcanons#141 task force
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hey it’s me again lol (thanks for clearing up the masterlist thing)
i was just thinking: gaz n soap would def be a bit silly during sex. whether that means making jokes or maybe tickling u or smth like that
imagine them eating out their fem s/o (separately not poly) and in the middle of it they just like do smth silly and s/o’s laughter is like cut off by a moan when they get back to it 🫣 it works if they’re having p in v sex too tbh
u don’t have to write this but yeahhh just needed to ramble ab them
18+ 18+ 18+
I am so sorry it took me so long to get to this lmao I started to answer it and then forgot 💀 anyways, let’s talk about some silly sex with Johnny and Kyle! (Reader is explicitly female)
You know what, I could totally imagine Johnny Boy saying some stupid little joke about how wet your pussy is, his hovering just inches from your slick hole, yours juices and his saliva already dripping down his chin. But you’re just so out of your mind fucked out, so you can’t help but lazily laugh out as he paws at your thighs and talks about how you taste better than the best water that Fiji has to offer… a waterfall that that runs off his tongue! And then he decides it’s funny to aggressively lick up your swollen clit and watch as you abruptly moan out like pornstar. 😩🙏
Okay, and then Gaz? Good (bad) boy Kyle? He’s definitely got his lips all over your neck, sucking and kissing your sweet skin like a starved man. You’re in the zone, your legs are wrapped tightly around his waist… And then all of a sudden he’s dragging his fingers lightly down your sides, his nails just hardly brushing your more sensitive areas. His ears almost automatically perk up at the sounds of your contagious laughter, he just can’t help but let out a little chuckle himself, thoroughly enjoying both teasing and entertaining you. But your little laughters as quickly cut off the very moment he dips his fingers in your underwear and starts twirling around your clit, then dragging deeper to rub all along the folds of your soaked pussy. Your laughters were heaven, but your moans were like listening to the gods themselves.
(I was tempted to turn this into a threesome, but I will refrain… for now.)
#call of duty#cod x reader#cod smut#johnny soap mactavish#johnny soap mctavish x reader#johnny soap mactavish x reader smut#johnny mactavish#johnny mactavish x reader#johnny mactavish x reader smut#soap mw2#soap mw3#soap smut#soap x reader#soap x reader smut#kyle gaz garrick#kyle gaz garrick x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader smut#kyle garrick#kyle garrick x reader#kyle garrick x reader smut#gaz mw2#gaz mw3#gaz x reader#gaz x reader smut#my posts#my writing
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john "bravo six" price
bar owner john price kissing you under the mistletoe
dbf john price shotgunning his cigar with you
how dbf john price fucks you
fucking you in a club
getting ready to go out for a night
simon "ghost" riley
bodyguard simon who takes a bullet for you
best friend simon riley picking you up from a bad date
pornstar ghost who's in love with you
soft pornstar ghost
soft simon who's so gentle and calms your nerves during sex
guard dog mafia simon
john "soap" mactavish
possessive soapwerewolf
soap with a breeding kink
kyle "gaz" garrick
cockwarming with gaz
fae changeling taking the place of best friend gaz when you were younger
fae gaz meeting you in a coffee shop
fae gaz kisses you at midnight on nye
poly + 141
helping him workout
puppy play comfort (ghost/soap)
soulmate red string theory (ghost/soap)
see you on the other side (ghost/soap, series) prologue
sweeter than sugar (ghost/soap)
etc
fucking john price
husband simon riley with the wedding cake
keegan's voice makes a girl ache
mob boss john price collars you
possessive soap marking you
#inkbybambi masterlist#navigation#john price#simon riley#soap mactavish#kyle garrick#141 x reader#141 x you#modern warfare imagine#modern warfare smut
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sofies's KINKTOBER LIST 🎃🦇
my first kinktober 🥹
10.01 miguel o'hara x reader
POWER PLAY + BEGGING + SLUTTY READER
10.03 ticci toby x reader
DEGRADING + KNIFEPLAY + PUBLIC SEX + DUBCON/NONCON
10.05 gaz x reader
FACE SITTING + MARKING + MORNING SEX + SOMNO
10.07 hobie x reader
SEX TAPE + PORNSTAR! READER/PORNSTAR! HOBIE
10.10 rodrick heffley
TOYS + BONDAGE + SPANKING
10.13 shuntaro chishiya
TEASING + PETPLAY + DEGRADATION
10.16 jeff the killer x reader
CORRUPTION KINK + BLOWJOB + LINGERIE
10.19 ghost x reader
DRUNK SEX + WALL SEX + SEDUCTION + AFTERCARE
10.21 konig x reader
BELLY BULGE + APHRODISIAC + SIZE KINK
10.24 keegan russ
DIRTY TALK + PROSITUTION
10.26 hoodie x masky x reader
EXHIBITIONISM + THREESOME + DOUBLE PENETRATION
10.28 gojo satoru
PHONE SEX + MUTUAL MASTURBATION
10.30 dabi x reader
DOCTOR/PATIENT DYNAMIC + CORRUPTION KINK + DUBCON
10.31 miguel o'hara
SHOWER SEX + PRAISE + CHOKING
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