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about me :>

— i use they/them

— i write FAT reader, and generally unapologetically fat reader

— Mainly 141 (lots of price because he loves fat women)

— i am writing just for fun \(^•^)/ so im writing what i want to read, but please let me know if you want something specific :>

— MDNI and bigots are NOT welcome

— just having funky fun on tumblr :> looking for moots :P

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fwb!Price

CEO!Price

Shamelesssleaze!Ghost

#nsft #cod x reader #john price cod #simon riley cod #cod modern warfare #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #fanfiction

fwb!Price but he’s like inlove with the reader bcs i said so

18+ MDNI sex,oral(fem receiving), fem!reader hypothetical pregnancy, Price is a loser kind of (but like in a cute way), unspecified age gap

fwb!Price who was just some guy before. a friend of a friend that you met at some house party that you were invited to by a colleague.

It was clear that Price was much older than you, but not so much older that you couldn’t appreciate the broad shoulders and gruff voice.

fwb!Price who somehow always fucks you just right. He just knows how you need it. He takes one look at you on his doorstep and doesn’t need to say another word.

He does of course, say another word -because he can.

Fuck baby, so tight for me, yeah?

You’re so pretty for me tonight.

You can let go sweetness, I’ve got you.

That’s it doll, cum for me.

For me.

It was too late when you realised that everything was for him.

Every moan. Every suggestive post. Every matching set was for John, yet you woke up to a empty bed.

fwb!Price who longs to make you his pretty wife. He makes more than enough to take care of you both, and he could easily make more if you decided you wanted a baby. He would be ready to give one to you, so ready.

fwb!Price who pretends that his heart doesn’t skip a beat when you ask if you can stay over, glazy eyed and fucked out.

fwb!Price who lives between your legs, sucking and licking at your folds, not stopping for love nor money. You swear you can feel him smile against you when you reach your hand to grab onto his salt and pepper curls.

fwb!reader who only ever needs to send one text, knowing that John will soon be here to cure the deep ache inside.

fwb!Price who lets himself live in his fantasies when you tell him there’s a chance you’re pregnant. Imagines you swollen and glowing, padding around your place. Imagines how pretty you’d look carrying his child, breasts heavy and tender and of course he’ll help relieve your pain baby, what kind of a man would he be if he didn’t?

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i fear price would NOT be able to do a casual relationship, he’s looking up potential rings and venues the third time you stay over post hookup :/

if you like this please let me know :>

#nsft #john price x reader #john price cod #captain john price #john price #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #cod #cod mw2 #captain price #john price x you #price x reader

orpheuslament

more men should be on their knees begging desperately. like in general

Fat!reader at the bar with skinny friends being spotted by John ‘i love fat bitches’ Price (legal name)

Fat!reader who doesn’t hate their weight, clubbing with skinny friends but they’re not awful, fem!reader (she/her used), drinking, average fat experience in the club. NOT PROOFREAD

You waited patiently for your drink, watching your friends on the dance floor. Even though you weren’t having the greatest of months, you were glad to receive a text from your friend inviting you out with some of their work friends.

Although they were all skinny, getting ready with them hadn’t filled you with the usual negatively and frustration that you often felt with your other friends. They didn’t take turns pulling at their skin and commenting on how ‘fat they looked’ waiting for you to tell them that ‘noooo you’re so skinny, i’m fat’. Just a fun playlist and lots of genuine sounding compliments.

The bartender finally places your drink in front of you, and you can join your friends dancing. Before you can make it all the way over, you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“Hey,” a sweaty man half yells to you, and you can tell exactly where this is going. “Your friend-” he jerks his head towards your friends with no real direction of who he was talking about. “ Is she single?”

Of course, of course that’s what he wanted to talk about. “No.” blunt and harsh, clearly harsh enough as the man took a step back, surprised by the tone in your voice. You didn’t have the energy to deal with once again being the all knowing fridge. You shrugged his hand off and pushed through the crowd until you reached your friend.

“Yay!!” your friend cheered as she pulled you into the group “We were about to send out a search party you were gone for so long.”

“Yeah, but your drink looks so good I bet it was worth the wait!” One of your friend’s colleagues said, and it felt like they were actually interested in you and your stupid drink, not just glad they had someone to look at to make themselves seem more attractive in comparison.

You let them try it, and joined in with the group dancing, feeling like you could finally let go and enjoy yourself.

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The night progressed at you turned from a tipsy to a little buzzed, and the frequency with which your friends - but not you - were approached by various men didn’t seem to hurt as much, even if you noticed it every time. The biggest pain seemed to come from your feet, and the not at all sensible heels you were wearing.

“I think i’m going to get another drink.” You told your friend, not waiting if she heard you to leave as you’d noticed a seat at the bar open up and desperately needed to sit down.

Once at the bar, you were able to gain some relief in your feet and some relief from the drink placed in front of you, even if it was gone as soon as you ordered it.

“Could I buy you another, love?” A deep voice from beside you spoke.

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John looked around the crowded bar uninterested and bored. He had let the boys drag him out to the bar, but he had hoped they’d take him to a half decent one. The music was bad, the drinks were overpriced and the clientele were… not his type to say the least.

“C’mon Captain, let loose! have fun! get drunk!” Soap teased him, handing him two shots of something.

“I am not doing shots Mactavish, not a chance.”

John went to hand them back but Johnny already had two more shots in his hands.

“You have to.” Johnny replied, as a small smile grew across his face. “You have to or you’re as boring as compliance.”

He might be an idiot but Johnny knew exactly John’s number, and after his slight upset (total diva meltdown) about the compliance officers earlier he knew he would never hear the end of it if he didn’t do the shots.

one

two

“Disgusting Mactavish, absolutely disgusting.”

All John got in response was a laugh.

“Well at least you’ll have some courage to go up to a girl now.” Gaz added unhelpfully.

“I would if there was anyone worth talking to.” John gestured to the room as he took his actual drink from Simon.

“Not even her Cap?” Simon nodded towards you, completely unaware and enjoying your night.

John turned to look and couldn’t believe he had missed you. Perfect and soft. Happy and wearing an outfit just tight enough to give his imagination material for weeks.

“Well I hadn’t noticed her before, maybe there is something redeeming about this place after all.”

“You absolute pervert.” Kyle jokingly pushed John, “just go and buy her a drink before you cream your jeans.”

John watched as you made your way over to the bar, eyes focusing on your wide hips swaying as you walked. You were a jewel amongst the rubble of this mediocre bar.

He kept his eyes on you as he moved through the crowd towards the bar, the way you filled out the chair you were perched on, the softness he could grip and kiss and mark and bruise.

He needed you, bad.

Sidling up beside you, he made his opening move.

“Could I buy you another, love?”

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Yippieeeee writing again :P please let me know if you like and want more and what you like!!

#nsft #john price x reader #john price cod #captain john price #call of duty x reader #call of duty fanfic #call of duty #task force 141 #john price

superhoeva

i think i would be dead without fanfic. thanks fanfic. love u

CEO!John Price and his distracting assistant!reader

this was meant to be literally two sentence but I got a touch carried away, maybe I will write more of this if he stays in my brain.

18+, fat reader, fem reader implied but only you/they pronouns used, reader is spoken about very sexually, kind of objectified? I think, and sexualised for organising

thinking about CEO!Price hiring you to be his new assistant being so serious and stern that you start to think he might not actually know how to smile.

CEO!Price who tries to hide his surprise when you not only keep up with his somewhat worryingly intense schedule but also manage to optimise his calendar and make time for a full lunch hour, (he does wonder for a moment if witches might be real and if you might be one.)

CEO!Price who, a deeply serious and very much not a glitter type of guy, asks for a pen and stares at assistant!reader for a full 30 seconds when they hand him a bright pink glittery pen. John almost thinks you’re joking for a while but you continue to look up at him from your desk with full sincerity, patiently waiting for him to take it(which he reluctantly does, eventually(he keeps it in his office(even when he doesn’t need it anymore)))

CEO!Price who watches you typing up the notes from some meeting that he’s not really sure he can remember, mainly because you just looked so cute writing the minutes that how could he? He’s only a man, and they way you look so focused and attentive typing away on your laptop was so enamouring he was starting to think that you were hand sculpted to distract him from his work. The way you smile sweetly at him each time he catches your eye, the way you dress in perfect accordance with the dress code and yet still manage to find skirts that hug your hips and emphasise every soft inch of you.

CEO!Price realises that his pretty assistant might be distracting him a touch too much when he only notices that he is being spoken to as Simon waves a hand in front of his face. "Cap, have you even been listening to a word I've been saying?"

"Wha- oh, yes of course I have." John grumbled back, temporarily taking his eyes off you to glare down Simon. You had been re-organising the shelving under your desk and were currently knelt over, pencil skirt stretched over your hips, displaying your pretty, fat ass to him; basically calling out asking for him to come over and feel it for himself, touch it, knead it with his large hands, smack it as you call out in want - begging for more.

"Jesus John, fair enough." John felt Simon's breath on his ear as he was dragged back to unfortunate reality. He snapped his head to see Simon leant over his shoulder following his eyes to see what, or who, had Price so distracted. Before he could even have time to be exasperated, John was interrupted with Simon holding one finger up in front of his face. "You know, if you needed some alone time, you could've just told me Cap, especially if the alone time was as soft and fuckable as this."

John spluttered at Simon's words.

"It is absolutely not appropriate to talk about another employee that way, if someone else heard you'd be sent straight to hr." John stuttered out, knowing that he was saying one thing but meaning 'I agree with you'. Simon just laughed and replied "If I'm off to hr for admiring the naturally occurring beauty in our world then send me away… but you're coming with me because your eyes are saying much worse things than my mouth. That's not even mentioning your lower half."

"Out."

"Yessir" The smirk was audible as Simon strolled out of the office, making sure to walk really slow past your desk, admiring the natural beauty that happened to be occurring there.

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I like to imagine Price definately having worse thoughts about his pretty assistant than Simon but still shaming him for saying it out loud 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

#nsft #john price #captain john price #john price x reader #john price x you #john price cod #cod x reader #call of duty #cod #call of duty fanfic #call of duty x reader

Simon "Ghost" Riley is a shameless sleaze

Keep seeing loads of things about how much of a slag ghost is and that's so real so my brain wrote this

18+, fem reader implied only you pronouns used, this is just pure shagging, no aftercare from ghost, he's kind of a dick,

Simon Riley who is just so fucking sleazy. Absolutely no shame whatsoever when he texts 'U up?' at 3am anytime he feels the desire to. He makes no attempt to clean up before you come over, because in his mind you're not coming over to inspect his decor choices.

He opens the door in grey sweats and nothing else, and he doesn't say anything other than "took your time getting 'ere love." before he selfishly grabs your hips to pull you towards him, laughing as you squeak out about the door not being locked.

He only locks the door behind you after you leave, sending you off with a swat to your ass, as you shake your head telling him this won't happen again. You both know this isn't true.

Because between the frankly rude text and the cold send off, you are sent to heaven and back in his bed.

Simon's tongue works miracle after miracle as you scream out in pleasure, feeling him smugly smile against your dripping cunt each time he pulls an orgasm out of you. Which there are always several of before he even considers fucking you. "Need to prep you doll" He rasps out as you breathlessly ask for respite.

When he finally does enter you, it's a blinding stretch. He fills you up just right and then some, and his stamina is nothing to be laughed at. He slams into you, reaching places you didn't think were reachable. Fast and hard as he spits out strings of words that only just hit your ears in the throes of pleasure. He cums only after you've lost count of how many times you have, and lets it drip out of you.

So yeah he's the sleaziest guy around, but you guess practice makes perfect. And the sex is pretty fucking close to perfect.

#nsft #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #ghost #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley cod #call of duty #cod x reader #cod #ghost x reader #ghost x you

uh hello :) has it been about 9 months, well over a year, apparently literally forever since i posted about this? maybe, but I’m just going to ignore that. So here’s some more businessman!Joel!!

(also mainly a continuation of the thought about the train being busy) 18+ MDNI fem!reader but only they/you is used, absolutely zero grammatical or structural consistency please don't be mean I have not written in 5eva <3

Businessman!Joel who tries /really tries/ to focus on the work but with you sat next to him. The worst part is you aren’t even doing anything, you’re just /you/.

Just twenty more minutes, Joel thinks to himself, twenty more minutes. He can control him until he gets to his office so he can shamefully rub one out in the toilets(loser), thinking of you whining so pretty, being so good as you take his cock. Sweet cunt sculpted just for him, moaning out his name as he thrusted up into you. Missionary would be the best, Joel thinks to himself, already feeling his dick harden in his unnecessarily sexy (commuter!reader’s words not mine) slacks, that way he could watch you as you melted on his cock.

Businessman!Joel who also felt ashamed of these thoughts when he looked over to you, innocently tapping away on your laptop. Completely unassuming (or so he thought)

Commuter!reader who remembers the first time they looked at joel and could feel themselves getting wetter on the spot. Tall. Check. Older. Check. Almost upsettingly sexy. Check.

Commuter!reader who spends almost an embarrassingly long time daydreaming about joel literally anywhere but on the train.

Just thinking about him domestically, cup of coffee in hand leaned against the kitchen counter. Relaxed on the sofa watching a movie, your head settled in his lap content as he plays with your hair.

Thrusting up into you with you pressed up against the shower door after a long day at work, one hand holding the door, the other groping at your breasts desperately as he fucked away the frustration of work.

Commuter!reader who realises they’ll get to have to sit next to the sexy businessman that they’ve been secretly touching themselves to almost every night since they’d first seen him.

Commuter!reader who tries, /really tries/ to focus on whatever was on their laptop but was fighting a losing battle because they caught a whiff of the sexy businessman who somehow smells like a thick forest and rain.

Commuter!reader who tries to act oh so casual as they focus their eyes on their laptop screen, not really taking anything in because they can feel the businessman’s side pressed against theirs, feeling -perhaps for the first time- thankful that the seats are on the smaller side.

A thick and dangerous air that has been building between you as you both desperately try to hide your growing desire finally crescendos when your stop arrives, and although it would be tempting to stay in the musky warmth of Joel, you dragged yourself back to reality and made the universal grabbing of things to signal that you would have to move in the hopes that the people in the aisle would move out of the way for you to leave.

they didn’t, of course, that would be too kind of other people. You were mentally preparing to have to either speak to these people or just sort of awkwardly push past them, so great and so fun and definitely something you felt confident in doing.

However, you didn’t have to. You felt a large hand wrap around yours and gently tug you upwards as Joel cleared his throat loudly enough for the helpfully in the way passengers.

All of a sudden you were off the train and onto the platform, with Joel’s hand still entwined in yours. It felt so strong and supportive, and just right, as though your hands had been carved specifically for each other, perfectly matching for the two of you and no one else.

Your mind was fuzzy and any logical thoughts to do with your day, your plans and your never ending to-do list have long since departed your mind. Replaced by a soft, deep comfort that you struggle to put words to. You let yourself be led by Joel, only really returning to reality when the fresh air hits you.

Businessman!Joel who has also been operating on autopilot. Legs walking without instruction as he swiftly moves through the crowds of the station, just trying to get to the exit so he can cool down - although his belief that he is too warm because of the heat of the train is unconvincing even to himself, especially with how tightly he is holding onto your hand.

Once outside, Joel feels himself relax and cool somewhat, with the crowd from the station now dispersed and fewer people to have to manoeuvre around. He gently pulls you to the side of the station entrance and finally releases your hand, to place a hand on each shoulder and look you in your eyes.

"Sorry for just grabbing your hand, these crowds are a nightmare and I didn't want you to miss your stop." Joel looked slightly sheepish as he realised he should've asked first. You look up to meet his eyes, (and then immediately have to look away as you feel your cheeks warm with the eye contact). "Oh! its okay," you respond, trying to decide if its better to look him in the eyes (too intimidating), look at the rest of him (delicious but probably not the best option), or just look at the floor (boring but the most practical). "I really appreciate it, thank you."

Wait

You never get off at the same stop.

"You got off too early though, your stop isn't yet!"

Joel lets out a deep chuckle, and various inappropriate thoughts make a real attempt to win control of your mind.

"It's okay doll, my stop isn't too far from here, and I won't pretend that I'm upset at the thought of missing a little work." Joel checks his watch and sighs. "Unfortunately, I can only justify avoiding work for so long. Here, take my number," You look up and see an immaculate business card presented in front of you "You know, just if there's ever a crowd-based problem or something. Have a good day darlin'." Joel says as he presses his card into your hands, and reluctantly turns to leave.

You watch, still half dazed from, well everything about him, and tuck the card into your palm. "Have a good day too! Don't work too hard, you never know when I might need you in a crowd-based problem!" You smile as Joel shakes his head with a laugh, walking off towards his work, and away from his desire.

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I hope that the eons I left have been slightly made up for, and if literally anyone reads this and wants more of this, or more writing that would be super cool and awesome :]