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HAII L0VESSSS!
Im back and ready for more one shots!
And im opening requests so if yall have any ideas you would've love to see, let me know!
See yall soon (I have sm cooking 😶🌫️)
And maybe I'll work on some cute layout that would be good lol now is plain.
You know what's pissing me off?
When I see on the Internet those posts like
"Uh, those fanfic readers always have OC 5'1, skinny and everyone falls for them. So annoying and unrealistic."
DUDE
It's a FANFICTION.
FICTION!
The point of OC are to make them what YOU WANT.
It you want the OC to be skinny, short and blonde, then do it. It's your chance to bring your dream onto a paper. To give your characters personality/looks that you always wanted/want/dream off.
And for those who gets annoyed by this, I have a solution for you:
DONT READ IT!
It's that simple.
You can just, idk, close it? You don't have to spread hate right off the bat.
That's it, bay yall! Love you!
"RELAX. LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU."
JOHNNY SOAP MACTAVISH X READER
Warning: smut, fluff,
Ever since Johnny proposed to you, your sex life was... non existent.
It want really your fault, nor was it Johnny's.
You were just so busy that you didn't have time nor energy to stay up three hours for few rounds and then wake up at 5 the next day.
Johnny wasn't really happy about that.
Not at all.
But he understood.
(Not really. He was dying to get his dick wet in his fiance.)
So one day, he had enough. He didn't care if you were tired. I mean, he will take care of you, you don't have to do anything.
---
It was 11:30PM when you finally made it back to the apartment. The hospital is understaffed and it seems your boss doesn't really care about anyone's basic needs of sleep, but, oh well.
What are you gonna do?
You took your shoes off by the entrance and threw your bag somewhere next to your shoes. Your movement slow and tired.
A dim television light shined in the living room, signaling that Soap was home and not sleeping, probably watching TV out of boredom, waiting for you to get home.
You walked into the living room, stopping in the doorway, looking at your fiance on the couch, watching some random movie they played on TV.
But what really made you stop was what we was wearing.
Correction, what he wasn't wearing.
More specifically, he wasn't wearing anything. Only a blanket lazily thrown over his lap, hiding practically nothing.
He looked up from the TV, hearing your footsteps. He smiled at the sight of your messy after hospital shift, blue scrubs and tired face. Softness and care in his eyes shined, along with a note of desire.
"Hiye, beautiful." He mumbled, his voice rusty yet soft. His eyes never leaving you as he rested his head back against the headboard of the couch. "Come here." He extended his hand towards you.
In slow steps, you walked over to him, putting your hand in his and stopping before him on the couch.
He sat up, the blanket on his lap sliding back a bit, revealing the outline of his delicious abs and V line. His hahnd landed on your waist, pulling your closer, your body too tired to object.
"Tough day, hm?" He hummed, his hand gently kneading you sides, running up and down on your waist before hooking on your pants.
You nodded with a sigh, running your fingers through you hair.
"Hm." He nodded. His hands dipped into your scrubs pants, in slow movements slipped them down your legs. "Tired?" He looked up at you, his finger now running over the edge of your panties.
"Very." You mumbled with a nod.
"Poor baby." He pulled your panties down slowly and grabbed your waist again, pulling you sideways over his lap. "Let me take care of you, hm?" His breath hot on your ear.
Too exhausted to think, you nodded your head, letting it fall on his shoulder.
He looked down at your face, leaning down and pressing a string of soft kisses on your cheek, down to your jaw.
His hand wandered down your back to your ass, gently kneading the flesh before his hand disappeared between your legs.
A whimper immediately left your lips and your thighs clenched together at the soft touch.
"Shh..." He shushed you, his breath heating your cheek. "Relax, lovie. Let me take care of you."
His other hand lifted up your leg and pulled it to his chest, holding it gently to have more space. His fingers went back to your pussy, gently rubbing your clit before running his finger thru your folds, making a whine form in your lips.
A satisfied smirk reached his lips as he continued the gentle teasing, before slowly insecting his finger in you.
"Johnny..." a whimper left your lips, your head falling fully onto his shoulder and eyes flustering.
"Shh... that's alright. Relax, baby."
His finger moved slow, making you wetter each push. When he was sure you could take it, he pushed another finger, a sweet soft moan leaving your lips.
"That's it... good girl." He whispered into your ear, his fingers slowly moving in and out. "So good for me. So sweet."
Your legs started to shake and a shiver ran down your spine when the climax hit. Your hand gripped his forearm and a whine filled the room as you clenched around his fingers.
"Mhm. Such a good girl. That's it. Relax, baby." He hummed, his fingers slowing down even more before fully pulling out, making you whine.
"Shh... come here." He mumbled, pulling you up straight on his lap, your thighs on each side of him.
He reached down, pulling the blanket away from his lap, revealing his hard as a ruler cock. He put his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you closer and resting your head on his chest.
He took his cock in his hand, stroking himself a few times before before lining himself to your entrance. His tip running between your folds, teasing.
"Can I, love?" He looked at you, trying to read your half blissed eyes. Tired or not, he always asked for premission.
You nodded, the climax from his fingers leaving you needing more.
He smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips before turning his attention back between your legs.
"Come on now, lovie... bigg strech." He mumbled, pushing the head in slowly, rubbing your clit to make it easier for him to slip in after so long.
Your toes curled and eyes rolled back with sweet like honey moan.
"There we go... a bit more..."
After a moment, he was fully streaching you out with a groan. His eyes fell back and his hands gently kneading your thighs.
"Good... now just relax, yeah? Just sit here. I will take care of you, love. I alwlays will."
You nodded lazily, eyes rolled back from pure bliss, streached deliciously over his cock.
The best relaxation method in the world.
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Hi! My first smut ever! Hope its not THAT bad.
Bro it's so funny to me that I have more interest and followers here from basically just one post I worked like 30 minutes on than my fanfic I spend like 2 months planning SHSHHSH
But anyway, thank you all for the interest and I'm happy you like my one shots, I will try to make more (little spoiler: I have one in the oven with Gaz)
Who do we want one-shots with the most?
Simon 'Ghost' Riley
Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish
Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick
Captain John Price
Thanks for the feedback and hopefully see yall soon <3
Btw, go check out my COD fanfic on my other profile but no pressure <3
SHATTERED STEEL
➠ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴜᴛʏ FANFICTION
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「 𖥠 𝐍.𝐃.𝐃 𖥠 」
«【ꜱᴛᴇᴇʟ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ. ɪᴛ ꜱʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ】»
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➥ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ in which a former Spetsnaz operative, long thought dead, finds herself dragged into a war that was never hers, fighting alongside men she never planned to trust—against enemies who never forgot her name. ❧
🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭
🂱 She was never meant to survive. Raised by a system that tore apart her humanity, trained to kill with no remorse, no hesitation. A soldier made of steel and silence. But the world doesn't forget what it creates.
🃁 She walked alone. Fought alone. Survived alone.
🂭 But now, with new faces and new missions, the fight is no longer just hers.
🂾 Now, for the first time, survival is not the only thing on the line.
❝Now you have a choice. You can either keep running, or you can fight ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜꜱ.❝
❝What makes you think I will fight for you?❝
❝I don't. Nevertheless, you can't outrun it. But you can choose what you're fighting for.❝
CHAPTERS:
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𖥻 𝗢𝟭 ┆𝙂𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚 ★ ₊ ˚⟡
𖥻 𝗢𝟮 ┆𝘽𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙜𝙚𝙨 ★ ₊ ˚⟡
𖥻 𝗢𝟯 ┆ 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙍𝙞𝙙𝙚, 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 ★ ₊ ˚⟡
𖥻 𝗢𝟰 ┆𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙩 ★ ₊ ˚⟡
𖥻 𝗢𝟱 ┆𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙄𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙂𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙨 ★ ₊ ˚⟡
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▪︎ English is not my first language (and neither is russian), so there could be mistakes, but there shouldn't be much (I'm trying),
▪︎ Updates are not regular,
▪︎ There is mention of war, murder, death, sexual harassment, knives/guns, etc.
▪︎ The book is edited while writing, so it could be slight changes but nothing major that will interfere with the plot,
▪︎ IT DOES NOT GO ALONG ORIGINAL CAMPAIGNS THIS IS MY PLOT,
▪︎ It's NOT a romance! There may be elements of romance, but it's a tiny bit (more like tension) so please don't ask about it
▪︎ If this book goes well, I'm playing a sequel,
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Hi Loves 👋👋
This is my other account where I have my on-going COD fanfic, so check it out. I'm super proud of it.
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Have a wonderful day, beautiful people 🫶🫶
"THE RANK OR THE CAPTAIN?"
JOHN PRICE X READER
The sun shined through the cracked window of John's room, signaling the early morning. The air was fresh, not ruined from today's problems yet.
The best part of the day.
Well, not counting the harsh 5 AM morning routine.
The lights hitting you in the eyes successfully managed to end the dreams and peaceful sleep.
With strings pulling on your heart you slowly sat up on less-than-comfortable mattress, but soft enough to get some sleep.
141's budget clearly didn't cover good night sleep.
As slowly as you could you pushed the hairy arm from your waist and left it on the mattress, gently pulling a pillow in your place to not alarm sleeping John of your departure.
As quickly and quietly as you could you picked up your clothes that were splattered all over the floor.
Pulling the pants up, you finished getting dressed, grabbing your jacket, which was weirdly heavy, but that wasn't really on your mind right now. Sending the last look towards sleeping Captain, you slipped out of his barracks.
Throwing the jacked over your shoulder – it's bigger than yesterday, weird –, you made your way down the hall towards the common room, dying for a cup of coffee. Or even a tea would do. Anything really that can make the mind fully wake up.
Passing a few privates and other soldiers along the way, you were met with instant smirks, grins with a nod, and even a few salutes.
Why are they saluting to me?
Not letting it take up too much space in still asleep mind, you reached the kitchenette, ready to let the caffeine do the work for you, you were met with Gaz, who by the looks of it, was in the same mind space.
At your sight he looked up, offering a nod and faint smile as he sipped his coffee.
The faint smile quickly turned into a faint furrow, and then into full on chuckle and a sly smile.
"Good morning, Captain." He mumbled, passing you to walk out.
"Morning, Sargent."
Then it hit you what he actually said.
Your brows furrowed at the forein title, head snapping towards him, watching as he walked out with a grin gracing his face.
Wait, what?
Then it hit you.
The jacket.
It was heavy.
Too heavy.
Your eyes snapped down at the jacket, meeting with a forein patch on the right side.
The patch that usually says 'Agent [...]', rather than 'Captain John Price'.
Oh god.
"You know, if you wanted to try out my rank, all you had to do was ask." You heard the familiar voice behind you.
With a deep sigh you turned around, now facing John Price. He was leaning over the doorframe with his arms crossed and a lazy smirk across his face.
"Hm." You hummed with a faint chuckle, rolling your eyes.
You reached out and slipped the jacket off, stepping towards him. You pressed the jacket to his chest and let go, stepping back, letting him easily catch it before it could hit the ground.
"I think I prefer my own title. But thanks for the offer, Captain." You said with a faint smirk.
He pushed himself off the doorframe, throwing the jacket over his shoulder, not putting itbon yet. His eyes following your every move.
"You sure about that?" He asked, his head cocking to the side. "Captain suits you quite well."
"You look like you were made for that rank."
You only scoffed, shaking your head.
"To wear that rank I would have to change careers, Captain. That's not something I plan for my future. MI6 treats me well."
"For now."
You stared at him for a moment, keeping the eye battle going at his last comment.
"See you at the debrief, John." You said, passing him at the door, ready to walk away.
His eyes followed you, as did his body as you passed him at the door.
"Afraid of the responsibility?" He mumbled, stopping you for a moment to glance at him over his shoulder.
"Or scared you might enjoy it?"
You looked up at him, tilting your head slightly to the side as a smirk stretches your lips.
"Enjoy the rank or the Captain that owns it?"
His eyes hooded slightly at the suggestive comment.
"Both."
He took a few steps towards you, stopping right before you. "But I think we both know which you're really after." He said, looking down at you with the same heated stare you knew from the night before.
Then he leaned down, pressing a faint kiss on your cheek before his lips moved to your ear.
"Debrief at 19:00. Don't be late."
He mumbled lowly into your ear before pressing the last kiss under your ear and standing back up tall and taking a step back, giving you one last look and turning around, walking away.
"Wouldn't want to have to discipline you." He threw over his shoulder before disappearing down the hall.
You rolled your eyes with a smirk playing on you lips. You turned around to walk away.
"Like you ever could." You chucked under your breath before moving down the hall.
"COMMITMENT"
SIMON RILEY X READER
It was a simple deal.
Sex.
That's it.
You didn't know each other very well, but it didn't bother you. And it certainly didn't bother him.
He was hot. Sexy. Even if you didn't know what he looked like under that mask. The tall, muscular body, twice your size, was enough to say 'yes' when he invited you to his bed.
You didn't expect anything more, to be honest.
Sure, you saw each other frequently ever since you started working at the base as a representation of MI6, seeing him every day, but it didn't matter. You are a professional. Separating private life and professional one was the most important part of the job.
And sometimes the hardest.
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It didn't start that way.
The first weeks where simple.
Knock on the door. Ripped clothes. Abused pussy. And then goodbye. Kissing (ever in the middle) was rare.
Simple, right?
But after some time, the sex got more intimate.
The look of pure lust in his eyes soften. Kisses began to appear more – not only on the lips, but all over your body. The roughness of his hands began to fade. The time after sex turned from storming out to cigarette in bed and a conversations that got longer each time.
It got to the point where the mask was long gone right after he closed the door of your barracks.
It started to scare you a bit, no lie. But it scared him shittless.
Because he couldn't have any deeper feeling for you... right?
No.
He couldn't.
Could he?
—————
"I don't want you to see anyone else." The sudden declaration filled the room.
You looked up at him, laying next to him on your stomach, after yet another late night with him. His hand ran up and your back along the spine under the tank top you managed slip on after the third round, mindlessly drawing patterns on your skin.
His other hand was holding a cigarette, taking a long drag, he refused to look at you, staring at the ceiling, leaning back against the headboard of the bed.
"Why?"
"Because."
"Because what?" You furrowed futher, sitting up on the bed.
He turned his head towards you, finally meeting your eyes. His eyes where blank – as always – not showing what's going through his mind, yet his tapping on the covers finger displayed his nerves. As soon as he linked his eyes with yours, he looked away.
"I don't want you to see other people. Only me." He repeated sternly.
You stared at him for a moment with furrowed eyebrows.
He looks away for a moment before his gaze flicks back to you.
"What?" You chucked with a smirk, pulling the half-smoked cigarette from his fingers and put the end between your lips, pulling your chin away from him. "You want to be my boyfriend?" You teased him, trying to sense if he was being for real or just taking a piss — even if you knew he wasn't.
Giving him a chance to back down.
He didn't say anything for a moment, letting you plug the cigarette from him.
"Maybe I do." He said finally, voice filled with more confidence that before, turning to face you.
That pulled the smirk right off your face.
It wasn't what you expected.
But to be fair, this conversation is not what you expected.
"I don't want you to see other people." He repeated, more confident now.
"Why?" You finally answered, squinting your eyes at him as you pushed yourself up on your elbows to look at him better. "You're seening other people."
"That's different."
"Is it?" You scoffed.
"Yes." He mumbled
"I don't play like that. You want me? Want more? Then you have to drop the other girls. Loyal. I don't play the 'open' game." You said sternly, rolling your eyes.
“I haven’t seen anyone else for months.” Ghost says with a deep tone. “Dropped them. Haven’t so much as looked at anyone else because they aren’t you.”
Ghost’s hand moves to your chin and pinched it, pulling your face towards him. “You want loyalty? Then you have it.”
Silence.
Ghost looks at you, his expression serious as he brings you straddling his lap, his other hand moving to rest on your hip.
“I don’t want the open, casual bullshit anymore.” he states bluntly. “I want you. I want this.”
He pauses, his gaze roaming over your face.
“I want to be your boyfriend.”
You hummed, looking at him.
"Simon 'Ghost' Riley... wanting to be my boyfriend... can't say I expected it." You said with a faint nod to yourself, as if trying to process it in your brain.
“Me neither.” he admits as takes a strand of your hair between his fingers. “I never thought I would want to be anyone’s boyfriend.”
His hazel eyes scan your face. “But now I do. I want to be your boyfriend.”
"You know, as a boyfriend, you have to do boyfriend things." You said with a chuckle, crossing your arms with a faint smile.
“Do I now?” Ghost teases back, chuckling at your words. His hands move to your hips and grabs hold of them, pulling you even closer as he grins.
“Is that so? And what kind of ‘boyfriend things’ are you expecting from me?”
"Well... I want to go on dates. And get flowers."
Ghost raises an eyebrow, amused. "Flowers? Really?" he jokes but there's genuine affection in his response.
"If you want flowers, I'll get them. And dates? Alright, I can do that."
His hands slide slowly up and down your thighs as he looks at you.
"Anything else on the list, princess?"
"And I want loyalty." You said with more serious and firm voice, looking at him with raised brows
Ghost pauses for a moment before nodding. “Of course, you have that.” He responds, his eyes never leaving as he looks at you.
His grip on your thighs tightens slightly. “I’d never cheat on you or anything like that.” Ghost looks at you seriously. “I’m all in. You have me. You have my loyalty."
"I am yours. And you are mine."
Looked at him for a moment, keeping eye contact, and then nodded.
"Okay then."
ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʟɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ
ᴰᵃᵐᵒⁿ ᵀᵒʳʳᵃⁿᶜᵉ
It happened again.
It wasn't surprising, but still.
It shouldn't have happened.
Looking to her left, she could see Damon laying in bed, sleeping best dreams in his life.
It was almost 5 in the morning, and she didn't even close her eye.
Outside of open balcony doors, you could see the sun waking up, you could hear dogs barking, and some cars already on the road.
Life went on, and it didn't plan on stopping.
And Y/n was sitting in the bed for 5 hours trapped in her mind.
And it was dark in there.
Okay, that's enough.
She thought getting out of the bed as quietly as she could so she wouldn't wake up her date from the night before.
Grabbing some big, old sweater and her special box and walking out to the balcony, leaving the door slitly open.
The air was morning cold, which gave her gooseflesh.
Naked feet meet with cold tiles, giving her some tipe of relief.
Opening her box, she pulled out some nicotine and paper and started rolling a cigarette.
When she was done, she grabbed a lighter and opened up a fire.
Atlest, she tried, but the whole world was against her in that moment.
She tried a few more times before throwing it across the balcony with a frustrated sigh.
Fucking lighter.
She mumbled under her breath, running her hand thru her hair.
Then, she felt hand grabing her chin harshly and pulling it up slowly.
Her eyes met the darkes ones she had ever seen, which belonged to the devil himself.
He pulled out some other lighter and light up the end of the cigarette, sticking out of her mouth.
Then he pulled it out from between her lips and put it in between his own, taking long drag before throwing his head back, slowly exhaling.
Y/n didn't take her eyes away from him watching his every move before turning to the view of awakening city before her.
Damon pulled some old chair and arranged it so it stood before her and sat down with the cigarette still in his hand.
"You were supposed to quit smoking." She heard his raspy voice next to her.
She turned to look at him for a moment and then turned to the view again. She took the cigarette from him and pulled it to her lips.
"I was supposed to quit you, and look where it took us." She said. Not even looking at him, she could tell he had a small smile on his face.
"If you really did, who would light up your cigarette?" He asked, not taking his eyes from her.
"If I did, I wouldn't need a cigarette."
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~Mrozzo 🫶
