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saw a tiktok of a woman grabbing her husband’s throat while he’s trying to sleep and he smiles without opening his eyes………. price

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What do u guys think of a fic with a Y/N Pov or Cod character Pov...I am new to writing, and soo I can't decide which ones are better.

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I need a Ghoap situation of "Ghost falls for Soaps Gf" or "Soap falls for Ghosts Gf" don't matter which one, both taste great.

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It's giving Price after retirement

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You tell Soap 'you wanna kiss me so bad' like a child. You're a little tipsy so it's fine. You're allowed to be childish. You don't need to be locked in every waking second. You're allowed to tease the forbidden object of your affection as long as you're not sober. It's fine.

Soap just turns red and sinks into his seat across from you, taking another swig of his drink. If he were maybe 2 more drinks in and Laswell wasn't sitting just a few seats down, you can bet your ass he'd be rattling about all the other things he wants to do to ya.

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Sorry guys, I can't get over how musty, hairy, big, and hot Price can be.

Like during working out all you see is the sweat drops and puffs of hot mist steam off of him. Your watching him as he does some heavy lifting and can't take your eyes off him. It's hard to see him without his layers of clothing at any time.

He's wearing those over sized tangtops that like a muted forest green and you can totally see the sweat stains spotted all around his arm pits and between his chest. His hair sticking to his skin. You swear you can see the heat rays coming off of him as he passes by, literally raiding off of him with a stench.

You feel yourself clenching between your legs at the thought of him being behind you, shirt less, nearly a few inches away from you. You could feel how hot he is just by being a hand apart. Before you know it, his big sweaty palms surf along your back, and to your sholder, his rough textured hands contrast against your soft skin. His other hand lands on your naked chest, presses you into him. All you can feel-

"Sergent Y/N?"

You jump as you pop out of your imagination, hands sweaty, face flushed with red. "Did we over do it? Your red as an apple, you wanna try something easier?" Your trainer said beside you. You nearly forgotten your water bottle but as you try to grip harder the sweat from your palms causes it to slip from your gasp. Tumbling to the floor with a 'clink' & 'clanck'.

Prices head lifts up at the noise from squatting on a bench, wiping away sweat during a rest.

"AH I AM FINE-" you scramble you find your bearings, reaching down to catch your metal bottle before it made more noise.

As you awkwardly woddled away from Price's space, turning away to reasure your trainer that it must be your iron levels. Price chuckles at the moment, unwilling to get rid of the view he got of your sweaty boob's when you dent down.

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AAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHAGAGAHAG

I NEED TO CRY

immortal tragic soulmates au but the twist is that you're the immortal one and Ghost is the one that keeps dying and being reborn, and no matter how hard you try to avoid him for his own safety, he always finds you and aggressively pursues you in every life despite having no memory of his former lives

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before

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do not kill yourself over this election if you are someone who will be deeply effected by policies trump will put in place. republicans want you dead, whatever type of minority you are, they want a world without you in it.

if you voted blue you did what you could. stop doomscrolling.

go do something you love. be with people you love. check on the people you love. your neighbors. lock in with your community. you did what you could, now what's left to do is preserve the life they want to take from you. survival is the most radical act you can manage.

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PSA to all CoD writers

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Thinking about you telling husband!simon that you want a divorce. You still love him just as much as the day you married him but you can’t take the constant fear every time he’s gone on deployment, wondering if you’re about to become a widow, if his enemies have caught him, if they know about you.

Simon stays silent, listening to you. You think he understands, that he agrees. You take his silence as assent, as understanding.

He holds you while you cry, telling you it’s going to be okay. You’re his strong girl, you’re gonna get through this, he’ll always be here for you.

When you’ve finally exhausted yourself you don’t even fight as Simon ushers you into the bathroom, using a cool wash cloth to wipe your face and help you get ready for bed. He pulls you under the covers and takes his place behind you, knees bent into yours, arm wrapped around you with his palm on your chest, fingers just barely touching the base of your throat.

You can accept this. One last night of comfort before the harsh reality of morning. You sear it into your memory to get you through whatever the days ahead might hold.

The problems start next morning

Simon acts like the conversation last night never happened. He was up before you and got breakfast ready. You woke to the smell seeping into your room.

When you make your way into the kitchen Simon just greets you with a morning lovie and a bussed kiss to your temple before going back to the stove. The same thing he’s done dozens of times in the past.

When you remind him of the conversation last night he shrugs it off. You’re allowed to have your feelings but I made a vow. You’ll be my wife until death do we part.

This is the theme for the following week. Simon continues to act as if nothing has changed. He goes to the grocery store to pick up food. Cleans the bathroom when Saturday rolls around. Fucks you until you’re seeing stars. Shh shh love, I’ve got you. I know. You’re just scared. It’s okay. I’ll always be here.

Finally you break and ask him flat out why won’t you leave? I broke up with you. I don’t want to be in a relationship with you anymore Simon! I can’t be in a relationship with you any longer!

Simon just pulls you into his arms, tucking you under his chin.

I’ll never let you go love. I am your husband and I’ll keep being your husband until the day I die. And you best believe I’ll be finding you in whatever passes for the next life too. No don’t cry sweetheart. I’ve got you. I’ll always have you.

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The important thing is that Marcille did not learn to blaspheme against the natural order to save her girlfriend. She just happened to have studied the art of spitting in God's eye for wholly unrelated reasons, and when the opportunity by chance arose to employ that skill in service of girlfriend-saving, she was ready.

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Getou Suguru is the type of guy who would beg and cry for your forgiveness. Like he'll quite literally go down on his knees and beg to get you back, but that only happens when he's reeealllll desperate. He totally just does it for fun too, he'll beg so pretty just for a bite of your ice cream, god its to the point where it can be embarrassing in public.

Suguru is the cool guy that you fall for then find out hes a total slut.

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You really think she’s your girl. My brother in Christ she’s up in here every night twirling her hair and kicking her feet to the raunchiest “x reader” COD smut on the planet.

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thinking about men who start babbling out the cutest promises when they’re inside you. supporting themselves on their hands that are planted on either side of your head, hips moving in heavy thrusts and hair falling over their face and just endless moans of “‘m gonna marry you angel, fuck, and ill buy you a big house…ahh, gonna give you babies…we’ll grow old together yeah? make you so happy-” all while your back is arching and you’re creaming around him, nodding rapidly at his words and knowing his words are true when he pushes in to the hilt with a final groan of your name against your lips