I go by Petty (she/her/hers). I am an '01 liner and am a black, queer woman. Take that as you will.
Just a warning: This is a sideblog and is pretty much solely dedicated to my burgeoning Call of Duty and John Price fixation/interest. I cannot promise that I will always be very active all the time, but when I am active you'll definitely know.
Please continue reading before interacting/sending any asks/etc.
First and foremost: I write what I want!
If you don't like it, then why the fuck are you here? Why waste the valuable time you have on this earth hating on something when you could spend that time enjoying something else??
I don't mind taking requests, though, and will probably do so from time to time. But it is up to my discretion whether or not I do so.
ALSO, BEFORE YOU CONTINUE: I think it goes without saying that I don't fuck with any racists, homophobes, terfs, etc. If you got beef with people's basic human rights, fuck you.
Okay...now that I've gotten those two things out of the way... Now onto the main topics.
DO NOT INTERACT(?)
To be honest, I also feel like it goes without saying that I do not want any minors on my page. I was, however, a minor in fandom spaces at one point. I know how to get around all of the usual DNIs people post and whatever (or at least I used to...back in my heyday). But I also had common sense/decency/courtesy about myself. So, if you are a minor that is consuming my content you are to never be heard from or seen. You are in an adult space. You are consuming adult content. It is your responsibility as the invading party to accept that you are breaking the rules/crossing boundaries. I don't want to hear jack shit from you. The legal age in my country is 18. So until you are 18: zip it the fuck up or keep it pushing.
I post what I want, as I said. So if you don't like it then block me. Or get off my page. I don't care. It's not hurting me any. I won't be responding to any nasty anons or any of that bullshit.
I will occasionally post Dead Dove content. I, of course, will be tagging the posts as necessary, but it is your job to navigate these warnings (and others) as you need to. I don't want to hear shit about the morality of blah blah blah. This if fiction. If you cannot separate reality from fiction and think that everyone that writes about rape/murder/etc. is somehow okay with it or endorsing it, you have no business on my blog. And if you ever get itchy fingers about messaging me about it, see the above for what I'll do to your "opinions".
What You Can Expect:
I am falling madly in love with John Motherfucking Price, so I will be posting a lot about him (but don't worry, I love the other members of TF141 too. John is just my pookie bear).
I am grown fucking woman with my own kinks and interests. Some kinks/topics I will likely write about/have in my writing are: Breeding kinks. Daddy kinks. Impregnation kinks. Stepcest. Monster fucking. Omegaverse. Noncon/Dubcon. This is not an extensive list, by the way. So, if that is not your cup of tea, exit now. Again, I will be tagging and warning as necessary, but again: I am a grown woman, with my own kinks and interests. If ours align and you like what I write? Cool. If not? I am not holding you hostage.
While my writings will likely use gender neutral language (for the most part), I am writing with a female reader (AFAB) in mind. This is a very self-indulgent blog. The writing is very self-indulgent. I am, for all intents and purposes, writing self inserts except instead of putting my name, I am using the " x Reader" model.
If you could not already tell, I like to swear. I have a potty mouth in real life...even though I am trying (and mostly failing) to cut back. If such strong language offends you, then I would also suggest not continuing further with my blog.
I am new to the Call of Duty fandom. I happened upon a couple oneshots and got hooked. I am learning information about characters (and about new characters in general? lol) as I go. Please be patient with me and, if you have any material that would help me get a better understanding of the characters, that you'd like to share with me, I would be happy to read it/look at it. So, for now, most of my characterizations are based off of fanon and not canon. Do with that what you will.
I tend to write long fics/blurbs. Oneshots are struggle for me. I have a hard time writing anything under 1k words. Bare with me. Be patient. I'm an exposition queen, but I can (mostly) promise that it is worth the wait.
In response to #6, it is possible that I will make my longer fics available on ao3 for a more seamless experience. If that is the case, I will always provide links.
This intro is subject to change (likely additions rather than any removals...) but that is all for now!
I didn't want to add any extra fonts or images to this because I feel like this is pertinent information that everyone should be able to read as easily as possible, but if that is not the case then please let me know and I will restructure it to be more accessible.
I did my best to highlight what I felt were the most important parts because I know some people won't read this fully, or they won't read it at all (say I never warned about blah blah blah, that I never said xyz, so on). So it's there!
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So long as you are respectful and keep in mind all that I've stated above, I'm sure we'll get along swimmingly! :D
Shutting a very (nervous) chatty soap up by letting him give you head under the table of a fairly fancy restaurant?
(oh my fucking gosh!!! my first ask request! >.< sorry it took my so long babes, ya girl has been busy and also just down and out with cramps. Also? I was trying to decide on what was making him nervous...anywho! I hope this lives up to your expectations!!!)
CW: AFAB!Reader, Exhibitionism, Dubcon, I love writing out accents :P, as always if I missed any important warnings pls feel free to let me know (in case you didn't read my intro post, i get heavy handed with exposition. i'm not used to writing short form fanfic T.T have never written a 100 word anything outside of academia...sorry loves)
Okay, so the way I see it, Soap is a chatty motherfucker all the time anyway. Cracking jokes, making conversation, the whole spiel. He's a naturally extroverted guy, so it's not like he can help it...but when he's nervous? Oh, there's absolutely no shutting him up.
But can you blame him for being nervous? He definitely did not think he would he ever manage a date with you, an actress he's recently come to admire.
It started with seeing you in a few small roles here and there and enjoying them. And as you grew in notoriety and landed bigger roles, Johnny found himself seemingly following along—watching each project. Before he had even realized it, he had naturally become a fan boy of yours.
So he was absolutely surprised when, upon returning home from deployment, he had run into you. The poor bastard had nearly passed out.
He thought he had died and gone to heaven when you had actually given him the time of day, letting him chat with you in the queue as you two waited for your respective orders at the cafe.
And when, upon parting, you had accepted his invitation for a date and had given him your number? He really thought he was on cloud fucking nine.
This, all of this, the Scotsman nervously rambles to you as you sit for said date.
He's on edge, which is more than obvious—but you find it endearing. Johnny is just so charming. Even as he trips over his own words and blushes every so often, he manages to make you laugh.
And it's not like you don't understand.
Maybe you don't know exactly what he's feeling right now, but you've been in similar situations. And so, maybe that is why you just cannot help but try to lighten the mood.
"With how much you can talk, it's a wonder if you use that motormouth of yours for anything else."
Okay...even to your own ears, you realize that maybe you shouldn't have said that. You wince, ready to apologize, but Johnny's blue eyes seem to sparkle and the Scotsman smirks at you.
"Aye?"He asks, cocking a brow at you as he leans back in his chair. "Well, ah can promise ye... Ah can show ye be'er then ah can tell ye."
It takes you a moment, but it comes to you that he is not so nervous anymore. A more calm and confident air surrounds him now, his gaze more assured.
A shiver runs down your spine.
You have only just met the man, but you can tell that Johnny is many things. Intelligent. Extroverted. Charming. But how are you supposed to know that he is also a massive eater—that this man loves eating pussy?
How are you supposed to know that yes, he is a military sergeant that has a talent for many things, namely diffusing bombs…but eating pussy is where he truly thrives and shines?
There's just absolutely no way he's going to pass up an opportunity to eat you out. Not even if you two are in a fairly nice restaurant, sitting across from each other on your first date.
So of course it is a surprise that a smirk spreads across his lips, "Ma bad, bonnie. Yer right. Donnae mind if ah do."
And before you can call him off, telling him that you were only joking, the Scotsman has disappeared himself under your table. A feat unto itself given his not so small size, but with the tablecloth draped over the table and the natural humdrum of the restaurant life buzzing all around you, he is provided the perfect cover.
His nimble fingers hitch up your dress, his lips ghosting along your thighs. You can feel his stubble scratching your skin in a way that makes your breath hitch.
"Forgive me for ma ramblin' bonnie. Ah'll make it up tae ye."He murmurs just loud enough for you to hear from beneath the table, pulling a small yelp out of you as he nips the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.
You're caught between wanting to convince him to stop, and wanting to see where this goes.
It's not like you're some A-list celebrity. Sure, you're getting bigger roles, but nothing too big just yet. Nothing that would garner you too much unnecessary attention naturally, anyways. You're not at the point, yet, of worrying about tabloids or paparazzi or being sneakily recorded by fans. For now, thankfully.
Still, the prospect of getting kicked out of such a nice restaurant and getting hit with a public indecency charge doesn't sound very nice.
On the other hand...?
On the other hand, you have a super sexy Scottish military sergeant beneath the table and between your legs right this moment. Talk about a wet dream come true...
You snap out of your own thoughts when you feel Johnny pull your panties to the side, his stubble rubbing along your inner thighs as his tongue takes a long, broad stroke up your cunt.
(Did I mention that he loves eating pussy?)
Your hand flies beneath the table, fingers settling within the tresses of his mohawk and tightening as your body jolts. You have to press your lips together, holding back a soft whimper that threatens to fall out at the way he seems to savor having you on his tongue.
And it suddenly strikes you that, actually...this might not a good idea after all.
"W-Wait—"
But Johnny doesn't wait. He doesn't listen.
He presses his face between your thighs, his tongue worshiping your flesh as you try your level best to remain as calm and collected as possible. Only, of course, now is when your waiter decides to come to your table.
"Ah, did the gentleman step out for a moment? Should I wait, or would you like to order for him?"
You freeze.
How the fuck are you supposed to answer that?
This is a first fucking date.
You definitely don't know him well enough to order for him. But to wait? That's not likely either.
"I'll...I'll order—"You press your lips together and tighten your thighs around Johnny's head as he starts sucking on your clit, causing you to full body flinch.
The waiter looks at you, a startled expression coloring his features just as a wave of shame courses through your veins. “Sorry….”You mumble, pinching Johnny beneath the table.
He apologizes with a kiss to your clit.
“I’ll have the chicken pasta, and he’ll have the roasted salmon with the white rice. Please.”You order quickly, trying to sound as polite as possible. More and more, this is seeming to have been a really bad a idea.
"Right, well then I'll have those out for the two of you as soon as I can."
You try to breathe a sigh of relief when the waiter leaves your table, but aren't even afforded the option. Not when Johnny is yanking your panties even further to the side. "Yer a fuckin delight, love."He mutters gravelly from between your thighs.
He sounds almost...feral.
Like an animal.
Another shiver runs down your spine and you shift your hips, pulling back. Your heart is hammering in your chest and with how intense this is getting, you're not sure you can keep a handle on yourself if things continue.
Besides, you're sure that you have more than embarrassed yourself for one evening.
This is only a first date, you can save some room to embarrass yourself more for another time—for another date.
But then Johnny's large hands grip your hips, forcefully pulling you closer to the edge of your seat almost greedily—hungrily. "Donnae run away from me."He says to you, and with him being hidden under the table it is almost an ominous threat of sorts. A deep, raspy voice not asking but commanding you to not move.
Johnny's lips close around your sensitive clit—sucking on it with an unforgiving intensity as he holds you in place. He's determined to make you cum. Right here. Right in this restaurant.
Once again your thighs clamp around his head, but if he's bothered about that then he makes no indication about it. He doesn't even flinch.
You try to say something—anything—but the words are lost on you when his tongue starts flicking your clit.
The sound you let out is just barely muffled by the sound your free hand makes as you accidentally slam it onto the table. A couple sitting at a table near yours looks over, shooting curious inquisitive gazes your way.
"S-Sorry..."You whimper, your thighs trembling and your hips twitching just beneath the table and out of their view.
Thankfully your slumped demeanor and shaky voice lend themselves more to seemingly like a jilted date than a frisky exhibitionist, so they only send you pitying glances and then turn away. Which you appreciate because, the very moment they turn away, you slump over onto the table.
One arm cushions your forehead while other grips Johnny's hair tightly, perhaps too tightly. But you can't be bothered to care. Not when he's slipping one of his finger's into your messy cunt as he continues his dedicated assault.
"F-Fuck,"Quietly falls from your lips, not being able to contain yourself so well anymore. "So good. So fucking good, I—"
The way he switches between sucking on your clit and licking it is making your head spin, and with his finger fucking into you slow but deep it's getting harder and harder to think.
"J-Johnny..."
Your entire body is buzzing at this point. You squeeze your eyes shut, but that's a mistake. Because now all you can focus on is his touch. How he is making you feel. The way his mouth is worshiping your pussy like its his sole reason for breathing.
He slips a second finger inside of you, slowly and gingerly—careful to help you accommodate to the stretch. That delicious fucking stretch of his long yet thick fingers. Nimble and fucking skillful.
Your nails are basically digging into his scalp at this point, but it's either that or you rut into him like the bitch in heat that you currently are.
But if you do that, you two will be found out.
Your cover blown.
Which might just be the Scotsman's desired outcome, given how he ditches the slow and savoring rhythm he'd granted you and instead starts finger fucking you faster now.
Heat pulses in your veins as a familiar tingling sensation begins to rise from inside of you. Your toes begin to curl in your heels and you press your lips together. Hard. If you don't, moans far too loud for propriety's sake will come spilling out.
It is as though your head is swimming—thoughts drifting away as you will yourself to muffle every whimper and mewl that battles against your quivering lips.
You want to warn Johnny. Really, you do.
You want to tell him that you're about to cum.
But how can you?
If you open your mouth, it's over for you. For the both of you.
So, instead, your shaky fingers tap on his forehead as best as they can. And you think, maybe he's gotten the message. Maybe...if his doubled efforts are anything to go by.
Warmth washes over your body and tingles take over your lower limbs, slowly spreading to the rest of your body as he continues to finger fuck you. His mouth is seemingly permanently attached to your cunt, the Scotsman determined to gorge himself on you.
But then his tongue does a thing and his finger curl just right, hitting you deep inside.
It's too much.
Too fucking much.
Your entire body stiffens, stomach muscles clenching as your pussy pulses and clenches around his thrusting fingers and onto his sinful tongue. Your thighs tremble as your legs wrap around his muscular torso—so caught in the throes of passion that you unintentionally trapping him in your hold as you ride out your wave of pleasure.
(I did mention that he loves eating pussy...right?)
Honestly, you're not too sure how you two don't get caught.
You're not too sure how he didn't get caught sneaking under the table and you're not too sure how he doesn't get caught get out from under it now, either. But he doesn't.
Still slumped over the table, you're slowly coming back to your senses.
Johnny has moved to sit beside you and is rubbing your back and shoulders soothingly.
"Ye did so well, bonnie. Am sure naebody suspected a thin'."He praises, his hand rubbing gentle circles into your still trembling thigh.
You don't speak. Don't even pick up your head. You don't trust your voice quite yet. But, of course, now is when your waiter comes back with your food.
You hear the plates land gently on the cloth covered table and then nothing. There's a pregnant pause and you assume that the waiter has left, then there is a throat being cleared.
"Is...uh...is your companion alright, sir?"
"Aye, tha missus is fine."Johnny replies coolly, his hand as gentle and calming as ever. "Just a wee bit under tha weather. We'll actually take this tae go lad. Thank ye."
Once your waiter leaves, you lift your head and Johnny immediately hands you your glass of water and urges you to drink it.
You try to set it aside, but he won't let you—kindly yet firmly redirects the glass back to your hand. And this time, you do finally accept the water and drink a few meaningful sips.
"Good girl,"He murmurs, patting your now calmed knee. "Feelin' be'er?"
"I...well, yes. But..."You're at a loss for words. What are you supposed to say. How are you supposed to continue your date after that? "I just can't believe we did that..."
Johnny nods, a hint of a smirk on his lips. And as his expression shifts you can see a bit of sheen on his face.
Clearly, as you'd still been slumped over, he must have wiped his face with napkin. Not well enough, though. Not when there's remnants still glistening on his chin.
"Whot? Is somethin' on ma face?"He asks, his thumb brushing away your cream from the spot your gaze had zeroed in on.
And you watch in rapt attention as the motherfucker sucks it off of his goddamned finger.
"Well, ah cannae say ah regret it."He replies to you, his smirk becoming larger now. "Besides, ah figured ah only got one shot fer a good impression. Wanted tae make it count."
Your waiter comes back once more, this time with your packaged meals. Before you can even think about the bill, the waiter is sliding Johnny back his card—clearly indicating that the meal has already been paid for in full by the sergeant himself.
Not that he makes a big deal about it.
Not that he makes you feel like you owe him for it.
For any of it, actually.
He stands, grabbing both ornate takeout bags in one hand and extends the other for you to hold. "C'mon bonnie, let's get ye home."
Go home?
While you're busy wondering what he could possibly mean by that, Johnny chuckles and pulls your chair out some before extending his hand out to you once more.
"Amnae pig, bonnie. Real class, ah am. Ah'll drop ye off and let ye rest. Ye can call me when yer ready. Tomorrow. Tha day after. So on. And we can plan our next date then."
His words calm your racing thoughts enough for you to take his hand, walking with him out of the restaurant. Although...well, you certainly make it a point to not look back at the wet spot you've undoubtedly left on the chair.
"You seem confident I'll call you for a second date."You reply, giving him a side eyed glance as you step out into the evening air and he places his coat jacket over your shoulders.
Johnny looks at you and this time his expression is somewhere between a smirk and a smile—his blue eyes gleaming with a charming sense of mischief.
"Am quite confident in ma first impressions, bonnie."
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.....Is this anything? Lmao, I hope this didn't suck. It's been so long since I've written smut. So long since I've written full smut. Don't jump me! I hope this is what you were hoping for >_< if not, let me know and I can try again!
Also? Any grammar errors are totally between y'all and whatever creator you believe in. I did my best. I didn't proofread this frfr because...well, I never do. Never have. Probs never will. Never did in my wattpad days. Never have in all of my academia days either. With the power of big breasted men with juicy balls, em dashes, and dominant women on my side, it's me against the world! Grammatical errors fear me!!!
BTW! If you also just have any Qs regarding my thought process for this or for any of my blurbs/posts/whatevers you can always send an ask :D as long as you're respectful I am too. I promise I don't bite
thinking about simon calling his fave cam girl his girl once again. prancing about like he’s dating her; like she’s for him to own. for him to come home to.
and, well, he thinks: why not?
so he finds a way to star in her shows—raffles and games and giveaways, but also large tips. marking his territory, making it difficult for her to ignore him.
and she falls. oh, how she falls.
beautiful in her curiosity, poking around his profile before finally messaging him. she sends an invitation. simon’s not even embarrassed to have been in the area weeks before the meetup.
ghost is big—that’s the first thing you learn. he’s a hulk of a man, shrouding you with his bulk. he’s all thick arms—inked and scarred and delicious hooked on your neck—and darken eyes, his gaze all heavy as it drags across your body, obviously checking you out.
that he wants you makes your stomach flutter, denial sitting on the back of your throat. but no, there he is. big and needy and thick. everywhere.
arms, neck, his legs. his cock.
thick as it drills in, in, in.
thick as it scoops you out, laying waste to your pussy, and fucking all of him in.
he is so good. he feels so good. you—
you barely know what to think, your mind razed by the undeniable pleasure.
you’ve never felt this way, like your body is scorched and branded and made to be his. his to ruin. to fuck. to use.
his to own.
christ. christ, what were you even doing before this? how could you have lived without him?
what—
full lips devour your moans and you realize, mind clicking in its place, that you don’t need to know anything else. nothing about how you met him; why he’s here. nothing about the camera. about the people watching you.
you don’t need them anymore, after this. you don’t need anything else but ghost.
simon laughs at the comments rolling in; the tips—this is the most you’ve done without his own donations.
bigtiddyluvr: whT the fuck happened to her? she looks so cock whippd
simon looks back to you, watching the way your eyes roll to the back of your skull.
