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i am a jester in a cage with nothing but my quills and an insatiable need for john price
COD fanfic writer
my fic All Your Ways is on AO3 now
"So... what's your type?"
Me:
i love a man who is the living embodiment of mnt Everest
HE'S IN LOVE WITH YOU. ✧*。
about. best friends to lovers , oopsies?
detail. if you have seen this post somewhere or an exact replica, don't worry that account is mine.
You and Keegan have been best friends since you both met. you two have never seen without each other, like two peas in a pod.
never once in your life you never love anyone more than ever. Keegan is secretive with his feelings or love language but you're different.
As everyone was practising, Keegan was on the side watching everyone, especially you. Soon, you saw him alone and decided to march yourself to him.
"hey kee! everything alright?" you asked him with a genuine smile.
"Everything is alright, just watching." His lips curved upwards giving you a small smile and a slight nod.
"oo, okay then! hey wanna watch me practise my gun range over there !!" you pointed your finger to the direction by the corner.
"Okay, I'll be right here watching you" his hips sunken on the bench, legs spread open and his eyes focused on you.
you headed to the court, as you walk, Keegan admires your figure. your body swayed left and right, everything about you made him realise he won the lottery.
"That girl is going to be the end of me" Keegan mumbles to himself.
his eyes darted at you, you're the most beautiful girl he has ever met. you never realised how lucky you are to meet him, to know him, to have him.
"look at her .. “
"I would die for her .. “
"I would kill for her .. “
he admires you from afar, every little imperfections for you are all treasures to him. if only he has the guts to tell you what he feels towards you.
enjoy pls.
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god blessed me today. 🤞🏻
price would be strangely possessive over his assistant.
referring to her as things that really aren’t work appropriate at all. “swee’eart,” “dolly,” “sugar.” once, a “baby” slipped through his teeth, but he was switching the subject before she could really catch on.
it’s hard to pinpoint exactly when it was he started tacking “my” in front of his pet names. “my angel,” “my love.”
even when she wasn’t in the room — it was impossible to know he was talking about a colleague with the way he spoke about her. “my woman’s always on my case abou’ shit like that — cholesterol levels, sugar intake. fuckin’ bullshit, but i do it to make ‘er happy.” or “can’t stay long, lads — got my lady waitin’ on me.”
in the summer months, her skirts get a bit shorter and her tops a bit tighter. he doesn’t blame her, the AC is shit and the heat can be suffocating. what does bother him, though, is the way his men ogle her as they stroll past her desk. how they’re coming up with excuses to visit her throughout the day.
it’s an easy enough fix. “why don’t ye come work in my office for the day, lovey?” he’s already collecting her paperwork. “keep an old man company, would ye? i’ve got a nice little fan too, keep ye nice an’ cool.”
though the job came with benefits, perhaps more than an assistant should be getting, price didn’t think it was enough. when her phone started to slow and the screen cracked, he left a new one on her desk. didn’t bother mentioning it came out of his paycheque. if she complains about her outfit — all my good clothes are in the wash — he’ll take her shopping, doesn’t let her worry about the totals. and, hey, if they end up at a lingerie shop, no one has to know, right? he’s just being a good boss. it’s only crossing a few boundaries when he gets her to model it for him in the fitting rooms. when she disappears behind the curtain, john adjusts himself in his slacks — it’s a natural reaction. on that note, it would make too much of a fuss if he were to correct the worker when she asks if his wife needs any help.
when day turns to night and she’s refusing price’s suggestion of hitting another shop, he pulls into a nearby restaurant, insists on treating her to a glass of wine to end the night. finding out she’s a lightweight is a pleasant discovery — two glasses in and her skin is warm to the touch, she’s giggling and hanging onto his every word. he likes her like this, he decides — but it’s not safe to leave her alone. no, she should stay with him tonight. another few sips and she’s agreeing, changing into one of her new lingerie sets and falling into john’s bed, dozing off with his hand splayed over her tummy, beard tickling the back of her neck.
it’s been too long since he’s had a woman in his life. his wires have gotten a bit crossed. you can’t blame him, can you?
— Past works !!
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SIMILAR POISONS ::
Content Rating — Mature
Relationships — Gen
Content Warning — NSFW ; Gore / Violence
Finished / Unfulfilled ? — Unfinished
“ After the events of Valeria being put into jail smalls groups of drug cartel had started to slowly but surely spread. Claiming their grounds, and one of them makes there way to the USA. Trying to start chaos, yet TF -141 had been assigned to stop them as it’s suspected that the cartel will do more than just sell illegal goods for profit. Although while in the process, a soldier goes M.I.A. while retrieving intel. Now in the cartel’s grasp, their mission has just doubled. ”
INTERTWINED ::
Content Rating — Teen & Up Audiences
Relationships — MLM ; Ghost x M!Reader
Content Warning — SFW
Finished / Unfinished ? — Finished ( For now )
“ Its late into the night after a failed mission. Leaving TF-141 at a safe house nearby till tomorrow morning when a helo will finally come. But for now, the team is stuck there till then. In the cold summer of Norway. As the time goes on, the urge arises like it always does. To Smoke. To get his hands on a cigarette. So he does, but he’s not alone. A little bit of a reunion, hm? ”
LOST IN THE EYES OF THE STARS ::
Content Rating — Teen & Up Audiences
Relationships — MLM ; Ghost x M!Reader
Content Warning — SFW
Finished / Unfinished ? — Finished
“ Both men have been approved of being on leave together and of course decided to spend it together. And somehow they ended up in the grassy backyard of the house, stargazing. Alone together. And soon enough, the night turns into something more meaningful. Something both men will never forget. Whether it’s the eyes of the beholder or the great stars above. ”
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— Simon ‘ Ghost ’ Riley MasterList
⌖ Ghost x M!Reader ༉‧₊˚✧ ( Full Collection . )
❝ Intertwined ,, ⫘ Series !! ~ PT2 . . .
꒰ SFW ; Comfort & Light Angst ( ? ) ꒱
❝ Lost in The Eyes of the Stars ,, ⫘ OneShot !!
꒰ VERY SFW ; Comfort & Just a lot of romances between two “ friends ” ꒱
More coming soon ౨ৎ . .
— The Warzone Masterlist
Inspired as if it was made to be a campaign.
⌖ The Action !? ˊ˗ ( Full Collection . )
❝ Similar Poisons ,, ⫘ Series !! ~ PT2 . . .
꒰ NSFW ; Violence / Gore ꒱
More coming soon ౨ৎ . .
— Christmas Cheers !!
“ New Ao3 Work Out ! ,,
Christmas Special ⋆⁺₊❅ ⋆
John Price x M!Reader
SFW : Lots of fluff and only fluff
The Task Force 141 goes on leave for the holidays, and they decide to celebrate it with each other on Christmas Eve. Heading to a lovely pub in England. And as Price awaits for his boys, a bartender with an elf hat catches his eye.
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‘ Christmas Cheers ’ !
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Enjoy !
— Captain John Price MasterList
⌖ John Price x M!Reader 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ( Full Collection . )
❝ Christmas Cheers ,, ⫘ Oneshot !! ~ Xmas
꒰ SFW ; Fluff ꒱
More coming soon ౨ৎ . .
— Trembling Across the Ice !!
“ New Ao3 Work Out ! ,,
Christmas Special ⋆⁺₊❅ ⋆
Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x M!Reader
SFW : Fluff & two boyfriends just having fun
Kyle and his loving boyfriend go ice skating together. Per his boyfriend’s request even if Kyle does have end up having trouble with standing on the ice. But don’t worry, his boyfriend his here to teach Kyle how to stay standing!
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‘ Trembling Across the Ice ’!
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Enjoy & Merry Early Christmas!
— It’s Just Us
“ New Ao3 Work Out ! ,,
Christmas Special ⋆⁺₊❅ ⋆
Simon “Ghost” Riley x John “Soap” Mactavish
SFW : Fluff & two comrades who can’t fully show each other’s love yet
Task Force 141 is left out at a safe house on Christmas Eve. It’s sad that they couldn’t make their flights home, but instead, the four men spend Christmas together.
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‘ It’s Just Us . ’
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Enjoy & Merry Christmas !
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My first CoD related yap- hooray!
So you know how Laswell has a wife, right? So it makes me wonder, which wife took which wife’s last name, or did they just put both together (ex. laswell-[wife’s last name]) and Laswell just goes by Laswell because it’s easier to say? Please tell me I’m not the only one who thought about this.
MMMMM SUCH DELICIOUS ANGST
TAKE IT OR LEAVE HIM ᡣ𐭩
pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley & reader
synopsis: Ghost forgets your birthday
tags: slight slight angst
Hectic doesn’t begin to describe Ghost’s schedule, yet you accepted him with open arms. He needs to cut your dinner short because he’s needed back at the base? You nod with a smile full of understanding. He forgets a few chores and groceries because he’s piled up with tasks? You kiss his forehead and tell him it’s fine, and you just work around it and rush during your office breaks to do those tasks on your own. You’re exhausted from being held back at the office because the client changed their mind during the finalization, but you come home to a pile of dirty dishes and no dinner? You say you understand, washing up and going to bed while feeling your stomach grumble and waking up to wash the previous night’s dishes just to lessen Ghost’s worries.
You had no problem bending backwards just to accommodate him. You entered the relationship knowing about his schedule, so… were you really in any position to complain?
A few insignificant tasks and miniscule adjustments to your schedule were nothing; never once uttered a complaint because you understood. Why? Because Ghost always finds a way to make it up to you. Sending bouquets when you close a big deal, treating you to a fancy restaurant during your birthday (though he’s mostly never there to celebrate until the end), and gifting you branded things during your anniversaries… so, it was all okay….. ?
Yes, it’s fine if he never shows up for your dinner date because of work.
Yes, it’s fine that you spend most nights alone.
Yes, you can clean the house, shop for groceries, do the laundry, and cook for the both of you.
It was all okay. You were okay with it. You accepted it. You understood. You can do it. You’re fine. It’s all worth it. It’s not worth any trouble. It’s fine—
You snap back and all thoughts stop rushing into your head. Your phone blares an alarm with the words, ‘DATE NIGHT’, flashing on the screen. Right, it’s your birthday and Ghost promised he’d finally make it this time. So, you wore the prettiest dress, applied the most gorgeous (and time-consuming) makeup, and put on the cutest heels (your feet are getting blisters) because you wanted to spend this night with the man you love most on your Earth… who wasn’t by your side right now, but it’s fine.
The waiter approaches the table, asking you for what seems to be the 6th time that night if your company is coming because they’re about to close. Giving up, you offer an apologetic smile and gather your things. The walk out the restaurant was embarrassing to say the least. Harsh winter air greets your face, your legs and arms trembling as you try to seek warmth from the take-out bag. You didn’t bring a jacket because, well, you thought Ghost would be there with you, but it’s fine.
The apartment door clicks open and a dark hallway awaits you. ‘Ah, he’s not here yet,’ you think to yourself, a pang of disappointment piercing your heart that raised its hope for one night. With a wince and a pained gasp, your heels come undone. Muted footsteps along the wooden floorboards as you strip out your clothes and wash up. You resign the night with your lover nowhere to be found— once again, but it’s fine.
Morning dawn cracks through your curtains with a familiar arm around your waist and familiar dip on the mattress. You blink your sleepiness away, taking in every detail of your Simon’s face in the morning. Like he has a third sense, he wakes and stares back at you. First smiles of the day are shared between you two but you expected more. Nothing too grand. Maybe an apology and a greeting? Yet the day goes by with receiving neither, but it’s fine. Maybe the next day’s the charm?
Nothing.
Irritation towards your lover is a rare occurrence with your endless patience and never-ending understanding of his situation. You still held hopes that maybe he’d finally realize his slip-up, but what did you come home to? Dirty dishes. A pile of them.
“Ah, sweetheart. You’re home,” he kisses your cheek and presses your waist close to him like usual. The scent of whiskey and cigar lingers on his clothes— a scent you usually adore but now only fuels your anger. “Si, what’s this?” you ask, trying to keep your frustration at bay as you point to the sink. “What? Oh, noticed ‘ya didn’t make dinner so I ate what’s ever left,” he answers cooly like there’s nothing wrong.
“... do you mean you ate my lunch for tomorrow?”
“That yours? Sorry, baby. ‘Ya can jus’ make another one, and one for me.”
You pull away, slapping his face with tears rushing down your face. Ghost looks at you with shock and confusion which angers you further. How can he not realize why you’re mad?
“Woah, woah. What’s wrong, doll?”
“DON’T CALL ME THAT. Oh, my fucking God, Simon. You’re really asking me that?” you run your fingers through your hair, screaming at his face and throwing your purse at him. “What’s wrong?? You tell me! I slave away at this goddamn house. I go to bed with my bones feeling like weights because I keep cleaning after your mess, but it’s fine! Because you were busy, I understood.”
Tension builds in the air as everything you’ve held back poured out of you. “I never complained because I told you I was fine with your schedule when we first started dating. I fucking bend my body backwards and did everything for you LIKE A MAID. And you have the audacity to ask me what’s wrong? You don’t even ask me how my day went. Asking me to cook for you like I’m just a housekeeper? YOU DON’T EVEN DO ANYTHING FOR ME.” You stomp over to his face, glaring with hatred as you spat out your next words. “Just a fucking reminder that I am your girlfriend. I am not here to clean up after you.”
“Did I ask you to?” he snaps back, returning the same vile stare. “You’re whining about working around the house like I asked you to. Let’s be clear that I never forced you to do these shits around the house.”
“You didn’t have to! You just kept piling up dishes and clothes, leaving a messy trail behind you because you know you expect me to do it for you!”
“And did those come for free? I buy you everything you want on anniversaries and birthdays. You act as if you come for cheap,” he scoffs.
"WELL, GUESS WHAT? YOU FUCKING FORGOT IT THIS YEAR,” you finally confess through sobs. Realization dawns upon your lover, evident on the way his face drops. He tries to approach you but you step back.
“I waited for you like a fool because you promised. I-.. I.. had to tell the waiter 5 times that you were coming because they were on the verge of throwing me out. Did you know how embarrassing it was for me? I… I know I shouldn’t have kept my hopes up but I wanted to believe in you, but.. I’m tired.”
Silence blankets you both as every emotion rushes through your heart. Your throat felt raw and your head was getting heavy from all the crying.
“I’m done, Ghost. I’m tired," you whisper. Those words were simple but Ghost knew what lies underneath. You weren't tired of what you did for him. You were tired of him.
꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱: woah, angst again? Anyone surprised? This request has been sitting on my inbox for a while but I have enough free time to answer them, so here we are. I will make a König version if this gets attention. 📩
dividers by @cafekitsune
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older bf! john price who catches his naive little girlfriend innocently and shamelessly talking to his soldiers on the day that he takes you to the base, privates that are in the same age group as you, clearly more appropriate for a sweet lady like you instead of the nasty old man you chose to be with instead
older bf! john price who’s eyes widen and patience finally snaps when he watches you sweetly feel one of his recruit’s biceps, after the young boy had instructed you to, finally having enough of the display as your man marches over to you and silently drags you away from the group by your arm, his firm, large hand fully wrapping around the naturally tiny limb of yours by comparison as he pulls you to his office
older bf! john price who isn’t having it at all, who’s already decided on your punishment(s) as soon as the door slams shut in the private room, immediately delivering a firm slap over your cheek when you confusedly try to reason with him by calling out his name— instead only reminding you that it’s “sir” or “captain” with him and nothing else when you’ve fucked up, during times like these
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older bf! john price who has you bent over his work desk in the middle of the room with your trousers and panties bunched around your ankles, face down, pressed into the hard wooden surface covered with various paperwork and files scattered around as you begin to sob, while he lectures you with a firm hand pushed against your spine, on how a stupid little girl like you needs to know better next time, to not let his men take advantage of you like that, to not behave like a whore for hire in front of them and especially not in front of him (you genuinely did not know any better! •ᴖ•)
older bf! john price who decides to spank your bare, plush little ass still bent over his desk, maybe 20 or 30 times (depending on how much steam he still needs to blow after his lecture), using his belt, ordering you to cry out a meek little “thank you sir” even through the mess of tears and snot on your face after each hit, to ease you into your discipline for the evening, while he decides what else to do with you afterwards
older bf! john price who notices how much you’re sobbing and practically screaming by the time he reaches the final five blows, your plump behind shaking uncontrollably and so, sinfully reddened with little strips of purple bruises and welts already starting to form :( so once he’s done he coos and picks up your limp, trembling body effortlessly and pulls you into his lap while he sits down by his work desk, shushing you and even occasionally chuckling at your cries while he runs a big, warm hand down your back, your face buried into his neck as you continue to weep and even begin to weakly apologise
older bf! john price who stays like that, rocking you back and forth on his lap for a few minutes and letting his big, warm hands roam over your back and bare behind, trying to calm down the burn of his thick, leather belt and it’s blows as he shushes you and reassures you that it’s almost over. you’re doing so well <3
older bf! john price who was planning on fucking you senselessly after your spanking with your face pressed down into his desk, but decides to take it easy on you and have a little bit of mercy after seeing how sad and weepy you’re being, as well as how much you’ve even genuinely apologised for it all :( it’s not your fault that a naive, pretty thing like you was being approached and taken advantage of by his men! any soldier would have done the same to a girl who they had no clue already belonged to their captain
older bf! john price who instead gently lifts you off of his lap after a while, wiping your tears away with his calloused thumbs before softly pushing you down to your knees, making you kneel on the very same ass he’d just bruised and spanked senselessly as he spreads his legs a little further on his chair and begins to unzip his trousers — he wanted to take it easy on you, he truly did, but he’d also grown painfully hard after giving you that little spanking with his belt and now he still needed you to help relieve him, surely you’d understand!
Lazy Morning !!NSFW!!
Simon "Ghost" Riley x FEM!Reader
Tags: Fluffy sex, Cock warming, Morning sex, Sweet nothing, Praising, Comfort, Not Beta Read.
Note: just wanted to write something for one of my favorite British man.
Y/n woke up feeling Simon's heat behind her. She turns around and sees him. Simon. Just Simon, not Ghost. He looked at peace, calm and beautiful. His auburn curls fall over his closed eyes. He looked like an angel, she tried to turn around then it hit her. He was still inside her, soft, but still inside. She just contemplates for a second and then decides to awaken him from his slumber. She gently taps his hand "Simon~" and hears him waking up. He immediately kisses his her cheek and puts his face into her neck. "Morning Si." He kisses her shoulder and looks at her with a little smile. "Good morning to you beautiful." She chuckles and tries to move again but this time Simon grabs her hips. "What are you doing?" "Just, wanted to face you." He smirks and gets up with her in his lap. He easily turns her around and faces her. "Better?" She nods and kisses his cheek. He caresses her cheek and pulls some strands of her hair behind her ear. "You look radiant." She chuckles and rests her forehead against his "You look ravishing." They stay in each other's presence for a while. Then y/n tries to pull herself up but is immediately grabbed by Simon that pushes her down to him again. She lets out a little squeal. "Si-Simon!" He had this cheeky smirk on his face, looked hot as fuck, but not in the mood now, especially just waken up. "Stay with me." He said in his morning voice, 'God, how is his voice even nicer when he just woke up?!' y/n thought. "Please?" That sealed her coffin. "Fine. Just a little." He smiles and takes her hand, and kisses it. "Thank you." He says and she gives him a quick kiss on his lips, "for what?" "For being here." She chuckles and wraps her arms around his neck bringing him close to her, they stayed like this for a long while. Just two people being connected to each other.
Sorry how badly it ends, I just... Didn't know how to end. Still, I am very grateful for all the notes and support.
P.S. like really how do you guys do it? I post like once in a blue moon lmao