Hey, I Don't Wanna Freak You Out Or Anything But... You Know Your Fave? Yeah, Him. Well, I Heard A Strange

when reading smut and y/n says “daddy”

The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

I hate Price. He's hard to draw. Stupid hat…. >:0(

masked brainrot

What about Simon on a mission injured, with his pretty little nurse, who everyone knows because of her temper, but is so so submissive with him?

MDNI 18+

cw: brief mentions of gunshot wound, oral (m) receiving

“fuck, i did a bad one didn’t i luvie?” simon grunted as he sat shirtless on the bed, his wound bandaged up. it wasn’t a secret that simon took an interest in you, after all he was mainly surrounded by men and not pretty women like you. “you should’ve been more careful, any deeper and you could’ve bled out badly,” your voice soft but slightly stern, as if you were trying to hide your concern.

a lazy smile formed on his face, “s’not like i could’ve avoided a gunshot wound easily, ‘m not that good.” captain price walked into the room, his shoulders relaxing under the heavy uniform when he saw simon. “bet yer getting a good lashin from the nurse eh? she’s got quite an attitude.”

oh, if only they knew.

you stayed the night at the medical facility, a lame excuse of spending more time with simon. “you’re injured, the last thing you would want is to do some strenuous activities,” you mumbled, trying to keep yourself occupied so he wouldn’t see the faint blush on your cheeks. “awh come on luvie, yer old man is injured and you can’t provide some sort of relief?” his voice soft as he gently tugged you towards him.

“just a few bounces won’t hurt.”

“or you can blow me.”

he winced when you gently smacked his chest, “come on luvie, ‘m a strong man i know my limits.” his large hands gently rubbed along your sides, your thin uniform barely doing anything to hide the shivers. “everyone talks about yer feisty mouth, about time i see it hm?”

it was funny hearing his task mates talk about your attitude, but yet you were all gooey eyed for him whenever he snuck into your room late at night, making you cock drunk. a few thrusts in your little cunt and you would do whatever he says - literally simon says, it was pathetically cute.

“gonna suck my cock pretty nurse? or do i have to fuck it in my hands in front of you?”

he knew exactly what you were going to chose.

“atta girl,” he hissed as you knelt by the flimsy medical bed, his large tatted hand holding up your hair in a pony tail. “gotta stuff that pretty lil mouth every once in a while after givin’ everyone some attitude.”

you gagged slightly when you took him too deeply, drooling all over his cock and making a mess on your hands. “take yer time luvie, no one is gonna see us,” simon cooed softly at the pathetic sight of you. god, everyone knew about how fiery you were but here you are on your knees sucking simon off.

“fuck luvie ‘m gonna cum,” he grunted as his hips thrusted slightly, the feeling of your warm mouth milking him dry. eventually he spilt all of it in your mouth, a string of saliva connecting from your mouth to the tip of his cock.

“such a pretty girl, someone’s gotta tame you hm?”

simon gently smearing the cum that dribbled down his cock along your plush swollen lips, making them glossy. gently he slipped his thumb in, you obediently sucking it. “got yer real good hm?”

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does anybody know the fic where its an alternate universe where simon went to jail and became ur penpal I LOST THE FIC PLS HELP A GIRL OUT

I see a lot of childhood best friend headcanons for gaz, soap, and ghost, but never price.

I need that old man running into “the girl next door” that he lost touch with ages ago. The one that got away after you both grew up and life got busy. I need him making contact after 10, 15 years. I need him pulling you into a tight, overly familiar hug when you meet up at an out of the way cafe. I need him reminiscing about long summers spent together as kids and teens: riding your bikes all over town, swimming at the community pool, buying ice cream with your pocket change, all while you smile and laugh. Because, honestly, you haven't been this happy in ages.

Stalking your socials didn’t quite scratch the itch for him like it used to. It used to be enough to swipe through your photos and imagine being there. On dates in cute little pubs and parks. Taking you on surprise sunny little holiday getaways. Putting a ring on your finger.

That one hurt. Really fucking hurt. He tried to be happy for you, grimacing as he swiped through picture after picture, one gushing congratulation after another. He really did. You’re almost too beautiful in your wedding pictures; airbrushed and photoshopped to perfection in your white gown as you gaze lovingly at your new husband on the chapel steps. Bastard doesn't know how lucky he is.

Well, was.

So what if a sick part of him twists when suddenly that album is deleted, hubby’s name disappears from your profile, and your relationship status updates to “single”? He lays careful traps, small bits of bait to lead you right where he wants. Then, he waits patiently for the noose to tighten, the cage to clatter down around you. You tell the whole sad tale as he nods, pretending not to know every detail already. How you tried to make it work. About your regrets. Maybe things moved too fast because you pushed for a commitment, you say as you laugh through tears.

Or, he suggests as he lays a heavy hand over yours, maybe he wasn’t right in the head because he’d marry you in a heartbeat. Your laugh then is musical. His heart soars. He let you slip out of his hands once, when he was too young and stupid to know better, but he won’t let that happen again. You let him wax poetic about life and loss. He knows what it really means to have your life on the line, he says, to fight like hell and somehow come out the other side. So, he continues, eyes casually following the swirling dregs at the bottom of his cup with your hand still clasped in his, you'd never have to fight for him. Never.

Ok so i finished the campaign and omg-

Imagine after price comes back from deployment he goes unlock the door to your guys house and the first thing he sees is dinner ready for him, candles lit up to set up that calming mood. He hears his favorite song in the kitchen and thats where he sees you. You who waits for him everytime he leaves. You whos there to lift the world off his shoulders and You who gladly welcome him with a soft kiss in the cheek in your tiny kitchen.

And on a similar fucking note

I’m so fucking sick of seeing noncon cod fics get a huge amount of notes when there are writers who spend countless hours curating intimate and in depth pieces that are not mindless smut fics that completely assassinate the characters who you are writing for.

The CoD men are not abusers. They are soldiers who have been subject to horrifying violence and human rights abuses and who’s ENTIRE STORY is trying to make the world safer. Why the hell would they sexually assault people when it goes directly against their core beliefs.

And Ghost.

Ghost is a sexual assault survivor. It’s in the comics you didn’t bother to read. Why on EARTH would he experience violent trauma and decide to replicate it on other people? It is incredibly disrespectful to write him as a monster with no regard for consent given his background. AND it’s so clearly indicative of the fact that you’ve done zero close reading of the things you are writing for.

It is so horribly clear to me that so many people in this fandom don’t actually bother to read the wiki, watch the games, have ANY knowledge of the media you are writing for. Just took one look at a tall military man and decided to ‘simp’ for him by writing him sexually assaulting people or being abusive and violent. It’s not fucking sexy to be sexually assaulted. It’s not fucking sexy to be the subject of dubious consent. And ‘borrowing’ those characters to make them do as such genuinely concerns me.

What concerns me more will be the attention these fics get. You wonder why writers are leaving. It’s shit like this. The clear disregard of beautifully written fiction in favor of noncon smut that ignores the basic fundamentals of these deeply complex characters who are instead reduced to ‘rough military man sexy’.

Do better.