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vvh1sk3y · 1 year

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See No Evil

Pairing: John Price x F!reader

Synopsis: The flowers came every week – Tuesday, two O’clock, two minutes after your break. The only problem was that you knew they weren’t coming from John.

Word Count: 17.5k

Warnings: Stalking, violence, intense gore, blood, abduction, angst, fluff, protective!John, not quite smut, swearing, stereotypical ‘Bad Guy’ character who gets his ass beat, minor character death

A/N: Finished this at 3am so forgive the absolute deterioration of the plot near the end.

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#this is so good omg #captain john price #john price #john price x reader #john price x you

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vvh1sk3y · 1 year

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hi everyone!! i’m currently working on some stuff to post over the next few days. i’m combing a lot of requests into one big headcanon post right now with all of the 141 boys, los vaqueros and könig :) that should be up soon.

i am currently simping for alejandro and soap so… bless my inbox with any requests, asks, or just whatever :)

#call of duty #modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare #cod #modern warfare 2 #codmw #modern warfare ii #mw2 #john soap mactavish #alejandro vargas

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vvh1sk3y · 1 year

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Hey, I really need how would be like in an argument, but with Alejandro, please!

character(s): alejandro vargas, gen!reader warning(s): arguments, toxicity, mentions of sex

Arguing or fighting with Alejandro is one of the last things you want to do. He is very adamant about whatever he is arguing with you about, and it takes a lot for him to give in to you or let you win.

Usually, you both try to stop and compromise before things escalate, but if it is something Alejandro cares about a bit too much, he will keep on going.

He is very overprotective, so overprotective to the point where he hates having you go out alone, even if it's doing something as simple as getting groceries. He worries for your safety and is paranoid that someone may look for you to get back at him.

"You know, it's not safe out there mi vida. I don't want you getting hurt." and if you give him attitude? An argument will definitely ensue. He'll tell you he's just trying to protect you or keep you safe, sometimes he will even try to go with you wherever, even if its a night out with friends.

"You're going to go out like that, cariña?" If you wear anything slightly revealing when going out alone or with friends, you'll never hear the end of it. Not because he doesn't like that you're dressing that way, but because he is afraid people will get the wrong idea or try to make moves. He also doesn't like people looking at what is his.

Alejandro will raise his voice and yell at you, even if he doesn't mean to. He'll say things in Spanish, whether you understand it or not.

Compromising after a big fight? Ha. It's either he just gives up and lets you do what you want (sometimes followed by a lot of him sulking or giving you the silent treatment) or you just give up and listen to him.

Arguments or fights with Alejandro aren't pretty. They usually end with either you crying (which makes him instantly realize he's messed up bad) or one of you storming away. Though things can get intense, he would never lay a hand on you or belittle/insult you.

The best part of fighting with Alejandro? The make-up sex. He will make sure you know he's sorry after the fact. He'll take his time kissing you all over and making you feel good.

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vvh1sk3y · 1 year

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hi guys! hope you all had a good new years and enjoyed the holidays :) i will be posting some stuff tonight ❤️ i’ve been super duper busy recently and not feeling totally well so i haven’t been on tumblr much… but i’m here to stay hehe

#call of duty #modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare #cod #modern warfare 2

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vvh1sk3y · 1 year

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hello everyone! i hope you all had a good holiday, i took some time off of writing because i’ve been very busy with work and family related things. i will be back to writing pretty soon 🖤

#whiskey’s personal #call of duty #modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare #cod #modern warfare 2

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vvh1sk3y · 1 year

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this shit was more tantalizing than any studio ghibly foods

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vvh1sk3y · 1 year

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hi everyone! i’m not dead :) i’ve been extremely busy as of late and in my free time i’ve been doing other things besides writing. i will be alive again soon. i hope everyone is having a good month & good luck with christmas shopping and family 🫡

#whiskey’s personal #call of duty #modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare

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vvh1sk3y · 1 year

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um hi hello i’ve been indulging in (the limited selection of) price and gaz fics the past few days. i don’t have much posted for either of them and i’m feeling inspired so feel free to send me any headcanon requests for them 💕💕

#inbox is open ;)#call of duty #modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare #cod #modern warfare 2 #codmw #modern warfare ii #mw2 #call of duty modern warfare ii #call of duty headcanons #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz garrick #kyle garrick #kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader #price x reader #john price

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vvh1sk3y · 1 year

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sacrilege

minors dni!!

this oneshot has two versions, this is the nfsw version, here is the sfw version

Simon “Ghost” Riley x gn!reader smut

wc: 1115

cw: kinda angsty, a little fluffy, smut, ghost misses you, male masturbation, this happens in a church, mentions of sex, established relationship, no use of “y/n”, no specific gender mentioned for reader

not beta read.

also posted on ao3

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#simon my baby i love you #whiskey fic req #simon ghost riley #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #call of duty mwii

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vvh1sk3y · 1 year

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Whiskey! I am so sorry to read about happen to you today, that is truly unacceptable. I am not from the United States but what is your working environment like? I just want to understand why people would treat you like this! Again, I am so sorry and I hope you are doing okay.

thank you for your kind words 💖 for privacy i don’t want to reveal to much about where i work publicly but i work for a home improvement store. a majority of my coworkers are men and there are some middle aged/retired women. there are only two other women close to my age who work there who didn’t leave after only a few months. many women around my age who have worked at my store don’t last long and a lot of them have said they can’t stand how they’re treated and it’s one of the reasons they quit. i have a pretty high tolerance for bullshit and am a super passive person so i sort of deal with what happens to me. l

i made it on a coworker’s “hottest women at *store*” list, i’ve been sniffed, i’ve been offered weed/a vape (by being shoved in my face), i caught someone watching porn next to me my first week doing training, i had my coworker tell me “i should be grateful for being hit on and be happy i’m as hot as i am” 😀 and that’s only the tip of the iceberg that is the BS at my job

#whiskey’s thought dump #anon reply #rant #when i write or talk about my job i realize how bad it actually is…?

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vvh1sk3y · 1 year

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Girl you need to contact HR that is so scary and unprofessional and creepy.

as much as i’d like to, i know nothing will be done about it. …and i would find another job but there’s more “ups” than downs to this job. i make $2 more than minimum wage, they’re super super flexible with availability- i’m a student and have a lot of doctors appointments so it works out good- and i get a ton of benefits. as awful as this sounds in a way i’d rather put up with this (to an extent) than be unable to pay for bills

i try to ignore a lot of the harassment and stuff that goes on unless i feel threatened, but this whole incident today made me feel so gross :/

#whiskey’s personal #rant #anon reply

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vvh1sk3y · 1 year

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okay rant below but i wanted to just put a quick trigger warning bc it’s just… icky. also i promise i will be posting soon i’m just busy atm 🥲

today made me honestly consider quitting my job… i was grabbed by two of my coworkers and forced to sit on my managers lap bc he was “dressed as santa” while i was watched by a bunch of my coworkers who laughed and encouraged me to do so. meanwhile i think i made it pretty obvious i was uncomfortable, i tried to say i had to clock in but i was being physically held down by these two people while my manager just watched and let it happen??? my photo was being taken without my permission by multiple people and one of the guys i work with who’s a bit of a creep asked if i had been a “good girl”… i was awkwardly sat on his knee & told by some of them watching to “sit back further”. for a little more context i’m the youngest person who works at the store (i’m 19). i’m creeped on a bit as well especially by customers but this was something else and it has just made me feel so gross all day :(

want to also make it clear none of my other coworkers, male or female, were forced to do the same thing or grabbed and it was only me 🥲 i told some of my coworkers i get along with what happen and they were on the same page as me. they thought it wasn’t ok and said they were never forced to take a picture or were held down onto my manager’s lap. my manager apologized to me later and said it wasn’t appropriate what happen because i was “obviously uncomfortable” and that it was just a joke that they were doing with other people. but if i was being forced why didn’t you tell them to stop or tell me to sit anywhere but your lap???

i hate it here :) i can’t really do much of anything about this but if something like this happens again i’m going to try looking for a new job bc i’m reaching my breaking point with being treated like this ☹️

#whiskey’s personal #rant #stuff like this makes me want to throw myself into a wood chipper

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vvh1sk3y · 1 year

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Lessons Learnt

Christ. I am trying my hand at writing for the first time in almost a decade. With my CoD hyper fixation at an all-time high and the unrelenting support of @sprout-fics @yeyinde and @moondirti, I bit the bullet and gave it a shot. They were so unbelievably kind and encouraging, I decided to post it.

Anyhow, here's my take on Captain Price, but as a hot history prof.

Enjoy!

Teeny tiny drabble about the Cufflinks

One hand braced against your cheek, the warmth of his calloused palm serves as a comfort. A contrast to the almost painful pressure with which his nails are digging into your scalp behind your ear. The palm intends to soothe 'You are taking this so well, love.' His fingers, a preemptive retaliation 'You better keep it that way.'

His other hand strikes again, right at the cusp of where your ass meets your thigh and squeezes. His relentless attack on your flesh is unevenly timed. Varying degrees of severity coupled with the off-beat whacks threaten your concentration. You will yourself to not lose count. “It’s a simple enough instruction, my darling. You’ll follow it, won’t you?”

The professor braces down on his knees, his keen eyes inspecting the bruise in its infancy. “Gon’ mark you up good, so good.” You flinch as you feel his tongue grace the aching spot. Wet. Warm. A consolation. An apology. It lulls you into a false sense of security.

“How many was that?”

You blink.

“Hmm?”

“How many? Don’t lose focus now, love. We have a long way to go.” His hand ever present against your face, presses down. You bite back a protest as he digs in the heel of his palm.

“Fourteen, professor.”

“Good, girl.” His voice, a whisper. An echo of admiration resounds in the palpable lust of his words. It coaxes the feeling of deja vu.

Label. Cufflinks. Pine. Label. Cufflinks. Pine. Label. Cufflinks. Pine. Your eyes are downcast, lest they betray the storm of uncertainty behind them as you recite these words in perpetual canticle. A childhood habit. Pick three things of comfort to zero in on. A breath in and out with each repetition. Label. Cuffli-

“You’ve actually listened to my critique unlike most of your classmates, haven’t ya? If I have to read more paper with a 5 page tangent, it’ll drive me to drink.”

Your gaze immediately falls onto the bottle of scotch in between some books on the shelf behind him.

“I think you already have, professor.” Label.

“Christ, you’re observant.” Cufflinks.

“It’s hard not to be when it comes to you.” Pine.

Good girl.

He says it, just as he had then. A thought to himself, not meant to be heard. He presses his forehead to the back of your thigh and takes a breath. “Lets resume, darling.”

Hand braced on the curve of your hips, he bring himself back up to his feet. You brave a glance back at him, his gruff beard in your peripherals. “I wasn’t sure, you know.” A pinch to your left ass check. “Whether to make you count out loud or in your mind.” Another one, harder this time. “And while I love hearing your voice, I really do.” Soothing rubs with his thumb. “Had to challenge you some how, didn’t I?”

He raises his hand and you brace yourself. It descends to the spot right where he pinched you and your hips buckle. Your knees cave in as the tip of his oxfords nudge your feet further apart.

“Mm. Steady, now.” His voice a deep timbre, with clear authority.

This time, the pain isn’t followed by an easing touch. He follows it with another six hits to the same spot, each one harder than the last. Your vision glazes over with the prickling of tears. Your resulting whine is cut off as his fingers immediately explore the wetness between your legs. He doesn’t take pause, no second thought, as he pushes in one finger and then two inside you. “So fuckin’ wet, love. Look at you.” His fingers push in and out of you in a steady rhythm. “You love it so much, hmm? Yes, you do. Being at my mercy like this.”

He separates his fingers inside you, stretching you out so delightfully as he tuts to himself. “That’s it. Take it.”

Just as you’re about to ask for a reprieve, feeling stretched to your limit. He pulls back out. Suddenly you feel the front of him against your back, his lips at your ear. “At my mercy. Just like I was at yours. Is this what you had in mind when you sent the photo, mm?”

You try and fail to curb your excitement. It’s done. No turning back now. The finality of your actions starts to turn your emotions from gleeful to panic. But before you have a chance to linger on the thought, Price walks in. He’s seen it already, you know it. As soon as he comes through the door and his gaze falls on you, your breath catches in your throat. His eyes are aflame with anger and something else. A something else that makes you squirm in your seat. He forgoes his usual greeting to the class, and walks to his desk in the front, eyes never leaving yours. He doesn’t utter a single word as he shrugs off his jacket and folds it over the back of his chair. You can see a look or two of confusion among your peers. Your heart beats at the speed of a sixteenth-note percussion as he pulls his phone out of his pocket and holds it in a vice-like grip. His eyes are back on yours, and you can see a look of disbelief in them. He closes his eyes, for a moment too long. But when they open, all you are met with is a look of a challenge.

As the class progresses, you resist the urge to cower in your seat. With what you’ve done, you have to hold your ground. It’s too late to dial it back. The task proves to be Herculean. Every piercing look has a reverberating threat behind it. It doesn’t help matters that everyone in class seems to clue in on the change in Price’s attitude. Participation in class, which is usually encouraged, seems to be at an all time low with no objection from the professor. He rushes through his lecture, barely pausing for questions from students. The prickling sense of panic rears it’s ugly head once again. Perhaps you were mistaken. Perhaps you built your connection with Price to be something more than that of teacher and student.

Your cheeks begin to flush as you glance at your professor, agitation bleeding through his every movement. You try and center yourself. Take a breath. Label. Cufflinks. Pine. Breathe out. The thought that you won’t be able to use him as a source of comfort any longer fills you with an ache so sharp, it brings about the threat of tears. You will yourself to sit straighter, square your shoulders and cross your legs. Just as you do, Price stops in his tracks. There is an unmistakable clench in his jaw as he wipes a hand down his face. “Class, I think we can call it a day. My head’s not in it, I won’t have you pay the price.” The entire class pauses, a hush silencing the crowd. In a tone harsher than he intends, Price barks aloud.” Out, I meant it. I apologize for cutting the lecture short, we’ll make it up next week.” His tone is final and no one dares to challenge it. As the class empties out, you gather your things. Just as your luck, you end up being the last one to head out the door. With new found determination to focus your eyes on to the floor as you move to exit. His voice makes you stop dead in your tracks.”Wait back.”

That was two hours ago. Feels so much longer. If the ache of your flesh, the soreness of your limbs, and the wetness of your pussy were any indication, you’d think you’d been in his office for hours. But no. Just two. Two hours of torturous control. It was Price’s decision. He felt as though you needed a lesson. “We think before we do, don’t we darling? Did you think before you decided to be a fucking tease? No, you did not. Acting on pure impulse isn’t what good soldiers do. Good soldiers exercise restraint.” He had you on your knees. His erect cock, leaking. Right in front of you as he stroked himself. “Want to suck me off, don’t you? Don’t look so sad, love. You’ll get a taste. Just not today.” He braces his hand on the crown of your head. “Keep your mouth open. Yes, just like that. So good for me.” His occasional showering of praise is what kept you going. It’s what made all of this worth it. The silent reverence in his tone, and the tender look in his eyes made you forget the pain in your jaw, the saliva pooling in your mouth. “Need to teach you self-control. Now, what kind of teacher would I be if I didn’t aim to correct my student’s most pressing faults?” You couldn’t help but nod. “Look at that, so agreeable now. My girl, open a bit wider for me. That’s it.” Your eyes widened as strings of his cum flew directly into your mouth. You kept your eyes on him, his face contorting in pleasure, eyes pinched close, mouth open. His grunts reverberated in your ears, a cacophony of innate masculinity.

Two hours with your professor pulling you in every which was he liked, all the while barking instructions and murmuring praise. It’s all a part of the lesson, he assured you. A lesson which seems to have no end. His teeth nip at the shell of your ear,” Think you’ve had enough? Learnt enough to bring about an iota of self control?” You can’t bring yourself to trust your words, so you nod. It is met with another vicious smack to your thigh. “The question was rhetorical. I decide when you are done.”

He strands up straight and turns you to your back with a bruising grip. He had vowed, to leave your body akin to a topographical map.

“Tell me, sweetheart, did the book on militant mapping I lent you prove to be useful?” You couldn’t bring yourself to return it yet. It was a book from his private collection. Every now and then, you’d find yourself tracing the words ‘Prof. J. Price’ scribbled in his untidy scrawl on the title page. The book lays on your nightstand. You wanted it close to you.

He had followed through, a myriad of bruises littered your skin, some darkening faster than others. “I want to look at that pretty little face, now.” He murmured as he pulled himself back out of of his trousers. “Want my cock in you, sweetheart? Yeah?” The tip of his cock teased your sensitive clit. “You know what’s going to happen, don’t you? I am going to fill this pretty little cunt up.” He positions himself right at your dripping hole. “But you, love, you’re not gon’ come, are you?” His eyes move from the apex of your legs to meet yours. “Tell me now, why is that? Why won’t you get to come, pretty girl?”

You frown and his eyes light up with warning. A reminder to behave. You lick your lips and answer, your voice trying to match his own certainty. Like a good soldier follows their command. “Because I need to be taught self control, professor.”

His resulting smile is wide. “Good girl.”

With unforgiving force, he pushed himself into you. While you were meant to hold yourself back, he did no such thing. Harsh deep thrusts rocked you on his desk as you wrapped your legs around his waist to give you some anchor. “Yeah sweetheart. So good, so-fuck-so tight. This pussy. Gonna drive me crazy. How am I going to look at you in class now-“ His pace was brutal.”-and not think about how well you fuckin’ take me.”

You gasped as this unrelenting thrusts threatened the beginnings of an orgasm. “Fuck I’m close, please-slow!” You pleaded over and over in broken sentences. Yet, Price showed no intention to stop. Deep in your belly, a coil begun to tighten as your legs shook. All you could do was wail, implore, cry for him to stop.

He had promised punishment, if you disobeyed and came. But it wasn’t fear of retribution that had you pleading for reprieve from something you could not control. It was your innate need to please your professor. It was so that you could follow his command. Being granted his plaudits was what you craved. You were almost certain with the way you chased his praise, receiving it in that moment would make it all worth it.

You squeezed your eyes shut as his fingers rubbed circles on your clit and bit back a whimper.“Need you to bring you to the edge with me darling.” He bites out in a clipped tone. Thrust. “You.” Thrust. “Can.” Thrust. “Fucking. “ Thrust. “Take it”. His hips finally stalled, his cock buried so deep within you, right to the hilt.

His face is red, and sweaty, cheeks puffing as he takes in short quick breaths “Perfect fuckin’ pussy.” His voice, now lower than its already deep baritone makes you ache and clench around him. His hands find purchase on the sides of your face, as he resumes his movement, slow and long. No words were spoken between the two of you, just the sound of his hips slapping against yours mixed in with his deep breaths and your soft gasps.

Your eyes don’t dare look away from his. It’s almost nostalgic, the way you communicate through your gaze alone. Like so many times before in class. He’d same something clever, he’d look to you to ensure it. ‘Funny one, aren’t I?’ Take the piss out of another student for acting up, he’d look to as if to say ‘Well, they can’t all be you, sweetheart.’

“Didn’t think you could do it, huh? I did. I knew.” He begins to fuck you faster. “I knew you’d be good for me. Had so much faith in you, love.” He bends down to muzzle at the base of your throat as he hips piston into you. “Gon’ come now.” He gasps out. “Gon’ come in my good girl. Right here. On my desk. Fuckin’ hell-“ His hips jerk erratically as his cock pulses inside you. With a deep groan he empties himself into you. “So fuckin’ perfect f’me.” His persistent praise now but a whisper.

You close your eyes and lose yourself in the sensation of his body against yours. Finally being able to take stock of what’s around you. Label. Cufflinks. Pine. Your hands explore the expanse of his back, committing the feel of him to memory.

You want to make sure you have something to add to your words of comfort.

He helps you dress in silence. But it’s the comfortable kind. Easy. Gently. You’re grateful for it, you doubt you’d be able to find your words anyway. His goodbye is a kiss pressed to your lips, surprisingly chaste after everything that transpired, as he drapes his jacket over you. Your eyes look up at him in question as the scent of pine envelopes you. “It’s cold.”, is his only reply. “I’d like for you to return it the next time we meet.” He pauses, eyes playful. “Along with the book."

#something about prof price….#john price #john price x reader #call of duty mw2 #mw2 #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare #cod #modern warfare #whiskey fic req

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vvh1sk3y · 1 year

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personal post but i just got accepted into another university to transfer to next semester and when i tell you all i am relieved… i’ve been struggling financially and have been extremely depressed where i’ve been so this is the best news i could have gotten 💖

#whiskey’s personal

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vvh1sk3y · 1 year

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Are your requests open? :)

hi yes they are!! i've been a bit busy as of late and I've been (trying) to work on a few wips. a lot of my requests have not been giving me a lot of inspiration BUT i am going to try to get to most of them <3

#im not dead just super busy :(#finals season #also trying to transfer so thats been a lot #very stressed very tired its not been fun #but i will be more active soon guys i promise #tysm for the support #call of duty #modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare #cod #modern warfare 2 #codmw

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