#modern warfare x black ops

[mockerycrow]

Price x GN!Reader where you’re a demolitions expert. Why would they bring another demolitions expert when they have both Gaz and Soap, you may ask? Well, this order came straight from General Shepherd—because you’re a demolitions expert, specifically with gas bombs.

And Nova Six has made an appearance after a long, long hiatus.

[j0hnpr1c3sm1ssus]

Hard Dom!Johnny Soap McTavish x Reader

Title: Tap out

Synopsis: You tap out, and Johnny takes care of you.

Warnings: Smut, safewords, overstim. It's hard dom.

AN: OMG this was one of the first fics I wrote for COD and about Johnny, so it's kinda special to me haha

The way he's off you like a repelled magnet as soon as you tap his wrist twice.

Johnny is having fun, choking you out with you laying down beside him--he's kneeling, merely shirtless. There's sweat running down that dimpled face and he's smirking, one hand on your collar bone, pushing in deep enough that you can feel it pool arousal in your tummy, your hand squeezing his arm as you ride waves of pleasure from his thumb circling your clit.

Tears are flowing down your cheeks from the overstimulation, anytime you feel like you're about to finish he stops and tuts, stopping his movements to ride it out further.

Then it's starting to get to be too much, from how he's forcing you down onto the bed. Your eyes look back up at his, all meek compared to the confidence he oozes.

Then your two fingers tap his wrist twice and it's the way Johnny practically flies across the room, hands in the air and off of you. You start to pant, trying to catch your breath and then he grows worried.

"Bonnie.." he mutters, walking to your side, tilting your head up, "wha' can I do fer ya? Wha's wrong?"

You feel tears form, but this time from feeling so overwhelmed. That's when he rushes out of the room, leaving you alone.

He comes back after a second, rushing in with water and a towel. He puts the bottle of water up to your lips, urging you to drink some. When does Johnny EVER want you upset?

"C'mon, Bonnie.. donnae cry.." he mutters, covering your lower half with the blanket and sitting down beside you. You try to calm down, his thoughts reeling with how wrong he feels.

He mutters something in Scottish under his breath, likely a curse onto himself, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close to his chest. Johnny lays your head down into him, "I's okay.. I'm sorrae I wen' so rough.." he coos, petting your hair.

You start to calm down and you shake your head, explaining that it wasn't his fault but he shushes you, kissing your forehead.

"C'mon.. bonnie, I was the one'n control. I had ye held don'. I' was me."

He kisses your head again, "Do ye need yer clothes? Are ye okay?"

When you shake your head and start to get up he pushes you right back down, tutting. He gets up off the bed and bends over, grabbing the shirt he was wearing, then tossing it to you. You give the faintest smile and start to pull yourself through it, and he's in your underwear drawer, finding you a pair of underwear.

He balls it up and tosses the pair to you, turning around to let you put it on.

"Do ye need a bat' firs', acth'ly?" He asks, hands behind his head as he waits for you to finish putting on your underwear.

"No.. 'm good," you respond, and he lets out a little sigh. You stand up, finished changing and he turns around, crossing his arms.

"Do ye need a bat'?" Johnny repeats, unimpressed by your original response.

You sigh and give up, "Fine... I'll take a bath." He walks to you, opening his arms, but hesitating, "Can I pick ye up, bonnie?" You give a tiny nod, closing the distance and wrapping your arms around his neck. He lifts you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips.

He carries you to the washroom, and sets you on the counter to start your bath up.

"You wan' me in it, hen? Or no?" He asks, turning his head to look at you.

You think for a moment before nodding, taking a big deep breath. You take your clothes back off, and he sets them aside for you to put on when you're out.

He wraps his arms around you, lowering you down into the tub before getting undressed and getting into the tub with you.

He works carefully, lathering your hair with shampoo and cooing to you in Scottish Gaelic and English.

For a man with no reserve, who's a firecracker and a harddom, he really knows his aftercare.

[leavemealoneplsandthx]

Okay everyone in the cod fandom thirsting over mw characters, it’s time to introduce u mfs to the black ops world cuz honestly I’m tired of the lack of appreciation and fanfics (mostly fanfics) these people get.

Lemme introduce you to some of the main baes

This mf right here is a grade a ASSHOLE but it’s why we love him. Honestly if you love effed up relationships and angst you should read some of the bell x adler fics going on. Bell is YOU. It’s the customisable character in Cold War who Russell Adler brainwashed and it’s a whole thing and it’s toxic af to pair them but I fuggin loveeee itttt (second pic posted by @adlerboi)

Alex Mason <3333 my wifey for lifey

He was brainwashed by the Soviet’s and he’s our fave lil mentally scarred old man. Seriously tho it’s criminal the lack of love this guy gets he is so handsome

Ahhh mr frank Woods. Asshole but not in the same way Russell adler is. He’s the kinda guy who would act annoyed when you ask him to hold your drink but would protect that mf with his LIFE. Would treat you right but it’s a whole ‘dick to everyone else but sweet as pie to you’ kinda vibe yk?

Miss Helen Park. Honestly we should hate her. She manipulated and brainwashed us alongside adler but would I kiss her on the lips? Maybe possibly yes. Nuff said

The CRIMINALLY underrated navy seals commander david mason. Yes he’s alex masons son yes we keep it in the family here. He has some mental scars like his father but honestly who doesn’t?! Handsome as fuck, and so kind and respectful <3 I luv him

So please guys I beg you!! Play black ops 1, 2 and Cold War so we can get some love for these guys!!

If you like the sound of it please read this fic about adler x bell omg my heart

[hauntedangelconnoisseur]

Graves is not going to have another step-parent

The dad in question:

[thepeculiarauthor]

"CIA this" and "CIA that." Shut up, Case is listening to the Barbie theme song while he drives. 💅🏻

[littlemissclandestine]

Please please please, I wanna know how adler and makarov will comfort us, like hcs, I mean, please? I want sweet thing because am very sad

Howdy Anon! 🤠

Thank you so much for the ask! Sorry to hear you're not feeling great and hope you feel better soon. Wasn't sure whether you wanted platonic or romantic or whatnot so I just thought of a mix (kinda) i guess. Sending hugs and hope you enjoy! <33

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---------------Russell Adler Comfort Hcs-----------------

So as you know, Adler isn't the type of guy to get all emotional (Feelings? What are feelings?) but there's no doubt he'd try to be there for you as best he can

He sometimes does stay silent. Mostly because he's just trying to figure out what to say and how to say it but it doesn't take too long for him to come up with something

He's a great listener for sure. You can rant to him about anything and he'll make you feel heard. Hell, he could probably even relate to it.

Phone calls to check up on you are a given -> "Right. I'm coming over. Promise me you won't do anything stupid in the meantime? Be there within the hour, okay?"

You might find yourself crying on the couch and he'd sit beside you. He'd probably place a hand on your thigh and give it a light squeeze as he asks you what's wrong

If you refuse to answer, he'll play some slow songs and pull you up and off the couch and into his arms to slow dance because he knows it'll earn a smile from you. He'll brush a stray piece of hair out the way and look into your eyes, telling you he loves you.

If you're really having a meltdown and you're in a right state, he'll pull you into his body, resting his chin on top of your head as he whispers words of encouragement to you, not caring that his favourite shirt is drenched. -> "That's it, just let it out. You're gonna be okay. I'm here, alright? Shhh. I'm not going anywhere."

If you're in public having a panic attack, he'd notice the signs. The way your watery eyes dart all over the place being hypervigilant of your surroundings, the way you cling to him a little more than usual, how you aren't responding to him, how your breathing is quick and you feel all clammy. It's his job to know.

He'd take you to the side and shield you as he talks you down. Maybe even take your hand and lead you to the public toilets, making sure it's clear to freshen up and have some space and privacy. -> "You ever heard of box breathing, kid?"

He'll take you back to his car for a long drive and offer you tissues and strike up a conversation, your favourite songs playing in the background while you steady your breathing

He'd hold your hands in his to ground you if need be and rub your arms and thighs as you sob violently, staying quiet, looking away and closing his eyes briefly as he hears you. He can't bare to see you like that.

Russell would also cup your face, wiping your tears away with his thumbs as he asks you to look at him and he calms you down with that low, husky voice of his. -> "You'll get through this, okay? Just like you always do. Only this time, you've got me. So let me take care of you."

He's one to always come up with solutions to your problems, no matter what it is

But he's also brutal. No sugarcoating.

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-------------Vladimir Makarov Comfort Hcs-------------

I feel like, whereas Adler has more of a way with words and is someone who also gives you comfort through touch, Makarov mostly uses a more materialistic approach but that's not to say he doesn't use touch.

He'd ask if you wanted to go out shopping (retail therapy) where he'd spoil you crazy, letting you buy whatever you want. A dress? Sure. A watch? Of course. A diamond necklace? You got it.

Mak would take you on a helicopter ride for sure during the day or even night, letting you take in the sights.

Makarov may offer to take you out for dinner to your favourite place, getting his goons to make the reservation (or threaten someone to give up their reservation and hold the poor receptionist at gunpoint so you can get a table right there and then).

But don't get me wrong...he'd defo watch your comfort movie with you again, no matter how many times you've watched it. You both just cuddling on the couch with a blanket as he plants kisses on your temple.

He'd crouch down in front of you, rubbing your knees as he asks you what's troubling you. -> "What's got you crying my beloved? What do you need from me?"

He's defo a hand holder so he'll rub your hands and draw circles on your palms and intertwine his fingers with yours. -> "It's okay, my love. Breathe. Just breathe."

This guy loves giving forehead kisses and you can't tell me otherwise. His kisses linger and he rests his forehead against yours for sure as he talks you down.

As you two sleep, he'd be the big spoon, wrapping his arms around your body, keeping you close while he whispers words of praise and how you don't have to worry as he'll always take care of you.

If it's someone who's causing you problems, Makarov goes pew pew and calls it a day.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *

Note: I was a bit biased when it came to Adler. Whoops. Hope that's okay for now. I might edit this post and add some more when I can. Defo doing a part 2 to Adler's comfort hcs. This was a nice little exercise though. Always a pleasure to write for COD men ;) - Star ☆

[ojiisan01]

Social-anxiety bf asked his small bf to order food for him

[lorvdz]

Here’s my smol WIP dump:3

I finally drew both of my hubbies!!:D

[lorvdzdumpz]

IM WORKING ON A LOT OF STUFF CURRENTLY BUT HERE’S PHILLIP’S MOM AND ADLER’S EX WIFE!!!!^w^

[eloisyw8]

Can I put a ring on Makarov (the reboot one)? 🥹 💍 Your art is so good. Literally. I love it.

Why of course you can and thank you!! x)

[mentanol]

Reader! X Obsessive (?) Simon. (Fem or male reader).

Ever since you first transferred teams, you began receiving strange letters to your apartment, you didn't think any of it at first , nor even noticing them due to simply ignoring the letters assuming they were junk mail letters. You had been gaining lots of random mail since you first moved here after the transfer - something about some shitty scam, something else about newspapers, clubs , etc.

After a long day of work with the 141, your heavy boots went clunk against the floor as you stripped down your gear readying yourself for a shower to rid yourself from the gunk of dirtying yourself to keep the world clean. The dirt beneath your fingernails, mud in your braided hair, deep maroon drenching your shirt, it all was a testament at to your work. You stepped down the hallway with your own footsteps leaving thumps against the floor, your black kitten following suit behind you, mewing and rubbing against your leg.

You let out a soft hum, kneeling and scratching behind the fluffy creature's ears for a bit before standing back up and making a b-line for the washroom. Before you could open the door to it, just as your calloused hands touched the cool knob you heard a knock on your door. With a groan of annoyance, you begrudgingly turned around and trotted to the entryway expecting someone to be there. You open the door with a tired yawn only to be met with absolutely nothing , your cat sitting by your leg meows pawing at something causing you to look down - which quickly switched your annoyance from before into intrigue with the sight greeting you.

A letter with a lavender pressed into it, your favorite flower. A secret admirer? You crouch down and gingerly pick it up, closing the door behind you as you curiously sat down at your dining room table opening the letter.

Who did you tell you liked lavender? Was it just a lucky guess?

This went on for weeks, and you continued assuming it was to be from a certain somebody yet never brought it up. He didn't either, you assumed it to be just some silly flirt thing - as if to keep the excitement going as notes were spread. Each note was more intriguing and more vulnerable - but as you hung out with them more around work they got more threatening. Possessive, maybe even protective? You did not understand, all you had done was hang around his desk more, and see him in the mornings, nonetheless, they were getting too protective for your liking so you took out your dark phone typing up (undecided’s) name to arrange to meet at a simple cáfe. You additionally wanted to know who it was, maybe with some communication you two could become something?

You sat down waiting on them to show up, sipping on your coffee to ease your nerves as your other hand drummed on the table, leg bouncing up and down as your eyes glanced around. The time on the clock in the corner said 12:00PM, they were meant to be here a quarter hour before now. If they were sending the letters, why would they stand you up?

You take out your phone - sending them a very confused and not so polite message.

Y/n : " Hey? If you're going to send me fuckass letters, you can at least show up."

Undecided : "Letters?"

Were they playing dumb?

Y/n : "The letters, yeah. The one you've been bombarding my mail with?"

Undecided : "I think you need some sleep, y/n. Are you okay?"

With a groan of annoyance - and maybe disappointment you close your phone. Did you really get the person wrong? There was no way. They had to be playing dumb, you came to terms with. As you finished your cheap coffee and stood up, a voice cleared its throat behind you calling your attention.

You swung your head around, confused as your eyes flicked around until they settled upon someone you deemed the sound from.

But, that's not who you planned to meet with? Why was Simon here?

"Sir- " You start, before correcting yourself , reminding yourself you're in a public area.

"Simon. Why are you here?" You question curiously, taking a seat across from him politely like she had done so many times before in their childhood.

"Same reason you're here, luv. Been having a letter problem, hm? He comments bluntly with confidence bustling through his words , dark eyes burning holes into you trying to hide the practical heart eyes he had for you, as the petname paints your cheeks a gentle red you pray goes unnoticed.

"What do you - Oh."

The letters. He wrote them?

[ryatsdollface]

dress up as ghost, give me a 10 second head start to run, then the rest is up to you 🥴

[deaconusdelirium]

Can you do adler and makarov how they gonna comfort me? I really really need it, please make it sweet like very, am very depressed and k really need it

I’m so sorry to hear that, love, and im real sorry I took forever to answer this. I was busy with school and I had a few personal things I needed to get to before I came back to my socials. Forgive me🧎‍♀️

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Makarov-

Vladimir knows he probably the worst person to come to or even be around when you’re feeling down. The man knows nothing about how to comfort you, he knows he’ll say something wrong at one point. And he beats himself up about when he knows he struck a cord with you, so he often asks Yuri/Nolan if they know anything about helping and if they have any advice. But one thing for sure is he will let you tell him what’s bothering you, he’ll let you cry and he won’t say a word. It makes it a little harder when he’s traveling for work, knowing he can’t be there to rest your head against his shoulder while he wipes your tears away with his thumb. He can’t offer a supportive pat on the back or a very (awkward) tender cuddle. However, when he comes back home, he’ll treat you to a few gifts he brought back along the way. Handing you a bag as he stands there with his hands behind his back- hoping you’ll at least like what he got, which reminded him of you. Sometimes he curses to himself when the realization sets in that he actually really cares about you when he’s scrolling through his phone- shopping. Looking through your favorite comfort items, or even just anything in particular he thinks you’ll like. And he knows he can just have it shipped back to you, but he’d rather personally deliver it to you just to see that smile grow on your face. That or he just sends you money and lets you get whatever. Sits with you on the couch, watching as you go through the things he bought, silently hoping you’ll like what he got. Gently pulls you in closer as he kisses the top of your head and apologizes for how long and how far he was away from you. Whispers words of love and mainly asks himself how someone like you trust him of all people to help you during your state, in Russian

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Adler-

He knows a little more about feelings and what you’re going through. He’s more on the ‘know your peers’ side, he already gets how you feel when you have slightly smaller states of depression, if you want, he’ll let you have your space. But if he knows you really need him, he’ll let you do what you need him to. He’ll tell Woods and Mason to lay off you, gives you time off from work, he’s not one for much backlash against his coworkers. But if Hudson so much as says something he considers rude, he has no problem saying something back. Once he’s done with work for the day, he’ll come back and sit with you, asking if you’d like anything to make you feel a little better and comfortable before you both settle down. He’ll make your comfort food, offer a jacket or a shirt. Always makes sure you’re eating properly and drinking plenty of water. He knows it’s a far fetch to make you laugh and actually feel better, but he’ll be damned if he won’t make you smile by the end of the day. When night time rolls by he’ll scoot up on close to you. Asks you to tell him about your day, even if you did nothing interesting, he’ll ask you to go into detail about what you thought about. If there’s a specific memory that makes you smile all while he holds you close. He doesn’t like when you stay up late, he can see that some things are bothering you. And he hates to say it, but always tells you that even missing one nights sleep can really impact your week. He’ll make you tea, give you a massage because of how tense and anxious you get. He knows insomnia is a real pain, but he also doesn’t want you missing out on sleep. so he’ll cuddle behind you, one arm as your pillow the other- up and under your other as he smoothes your hair back. Fingers softly brushing against your temple as his legs tangle with yours, pulling you close as he keeps an eye on you throughout the night. Jumping up at anything you want or need

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♡̩͙im a little rusty but im sure it’ll all come back to me soon. Im sorry i took so long without any updates and i didnt say that i was leaving. I just thought that my work was going unnoticed and i didnt need to explain. But I hope i got a bit of this right, it’s a little sloppy and doesn’t exactly fit everyone’s bill. But send me some ideas so I know what to put down the next time i write something like this. Much love, Deacon ♡̩͙

[lxvvie]

Gurl

Yk who simon kind of gives me the vibe of???

HIM. Hes so grumpy lol. Refused to seek help. Like yeah ill just take Benadryl and sleep the gsw off s ok luvie. Like this stare is so simon coded 😂

Also I feel like out of everyone price has the most potential of having 2 ex wives named Tammy. He KNOWS when they are near and hes terrified. She the reason why he has high blood pressure and cortisol level. Its why he choose to do long term deployments lmao. Tammy cant find him if hes 1/2 way across the continent. OR CAN SHE🤣

Simon's inner Swanson comes out when someone asks a stupid question, says something silly, or bothers him before he's had his Cig and Cuppa.

I also think under different circumstances, Price and Graves would be excellent drinking buddies who bond over their former fuckboy ways. Price is very much the one who's experienced his fair share of Tammys in his youth. Young, dumb, and full of cum he was. He avoids certain places for that very reason because every time he meets up with one of his exes, they fuck. The rest of 141 wouldn't believe it if he told them.

Graves just slept around. Folks never thought he'd settle down... until he met you. When you meet some old friends of his, or, hell, a former fuck buddy, and they ask how you did it, how'd you get him to slow it down, you're confused and say, "I didn't...?"

Because it's the truth. Graves pursued you heavily.

Of course, Graves and Price don't compare to the God of the Fuckboys that is... Russell Adler. He could teach those rookies a thing or two. Or three. Fuck, how else do you think he got those scars?

[rascal-xo]

i swear i’m not ignoring anyone’s requests i’m getting to all of them i promise 😭

[unreliablesnake]

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