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*laughs extremely loud like Mr Krabs

Ice Cream, You Cream (Kyle Gaz Garrick x F!Reader)

CW: Food Play, spitting, eroticism Summary: On a warm summer's day the best way to unwind is by sharing ice cream. Word Count: 2.1k a/n: an earnest attempt at eroticism for the most part

Your boyfriend, Kyle, finally had some extended military leave on his hands. So, rather than squander that leave in his flat in grey, gloomy, England, where he could do filthy things to you that would make a devil blush, he took it upon himself to book a different destination to hole up.

That's how you ended up in Milan, laid out on a balcony in a thin, barely there sundress, while the golden sunlight warms your exposed flesh. You enjoyed the sweltering heat as you laid back on the lounger, Kyle inside fetching some ice cream you had bought the day before.

"Vanilla or strawberry, lovie?" You hear his buttery soft voice call out.

"I'll take vanilla!"

Soon Kyle emerges with that warm smile and gentle eyes that you fell in love with. An unbuttoned linen shirt to show off his lean torso, and denim shorts that display his strong calves. Ice cream bars in his hands. A treat carrying a treat.

You're both laying on your loungers, quietly enjoying each others' presence as you tan, sucking and licking on your ice cream bars to prevent them from melting all over you both. However, your pink tongue simply isn't quick enough, and soon a thick river of cream trickles down your hand and arm, a cold shivering trail that drips down onto your thigh.

"Love-" Kyle sighs with a slight chuckle, "You're gettin' it everywhere."

You sigh in frustration and go to get up, "I'll grab some wipes, hang on."

"No need, I have a wipe here-" He stops you quickly and you watch him as he leans forward, tossing his stick aside, and then he licks from your hand down your arm, sucking gently as he cleans the ice cream from your skin with his warm, hot tongue. The freezing cold cream mingling with his burning hot mouth stimulating every nerve causing you to shiver with arousal.

"Kyle" You breathe out his name, your breath heavy and hot as you make eye contact with him. His smoldering brown eyes staring up at you through his thick eyelashes, while his plump lips leave warm, darling kisses trailing up the arm to your hand.

He coaxes you to move your hand, bringing the popsicle back to your lips while he smiles sweetly, "Go on love, give it a suck, know you're good at tha'".

Wrapping your pink lips around the white creamy desert you give it a suckle, your pink tongue darting out to lick the underside as white trickles down your chin and the front of your throat, making a rippling line of white down your chest and disappearing between your cleavage beneath your dress.

Kyle lets out a breathy moan at the sight and then he pinches the wooden stick between his fingers and begins to push the popsicle deeper into your mouth, watching as a melted ring of vanilla pools around your lips to dribble down across your skin. He then pulls it back out, allowing your tongue to dart around and clean it from your lips.

"Atta girl..." he murmurs, voice raspy and deep in his chest, dropping to a purr as he leans in to lick the cream off your chin, "So good at swallowing down cream, ain't ya?"

You shudder in delight at his words and they send a tingle from the stem of your brain, down your spine and right to your throbbing core, causing you to clamp your thighs together and squirm - which only causes the pooled dribbles of ice cream to stick between your thighs and smear around in an even coat - the overwhelming smell of vanilla and Kyle's citrus-tinged cologne flooding your lungs.

He plucks the ice cream from between your plush lips, leaving you chasing the desert for a second while you watch him wrap his own plump, soft lips around it, sucking the last few bits off to pull it out and reveal a clean wooden stick with a dirty charming smile, "More?"

"God yes..." You breathe out in delight, only to have Kyle on your neck, his humid and plush lips contrasting with the lulling cold stains on your skin, amalgamating in a symphony of pleasure as he moans: a rumbling low noise in the back of his throat. Then his teeth graze over the skin, gently at first, hard ivory grinding against your sweet flesh teasingly before he sinks in. There's a gentle pain as he leaves a love bite, quickly washed by pleasure as he suckles on the skin, moaning in delight as he gets a taste of vanilla on his tongue which eggs him on. His lips never leave the skin, tracing along, kissing patterns down, between each and every purple and red possessive hickey.

You let out a pathetic moan as your head rolls back, only providing him more room to perform his art. Plump thighs stuck together slick with ice cream and arousal as they soak between the flesh and stain the fabric of the seat below you.

"Tha's it, doll..." Kyle mumbles against your throat, "Sing for me, so sweet, sweeter than ice cream..." his rough hand caresses your cheek, his thumb running over the apple of your cheek as he follows that white treasure trail down to where it disappears between your breasts, his other hand pulling on the neckline of your soft dress, and you feel the fabric slide against your skin, the hem rolling over your perky nipples before its tucked under the flesh to allow your tits be free.

Crinkling is heard from the side for a moment before you let out a sharp gasp and sit up to attention, only for that warm, rough hand on your cheek to reach to your shoulder and hold you down, "Shhh shhh, just helpin' to keep ya cool, lovie." he murmurs as he presses a kiss to your temple, circling a frozen ice cream pop against your pink nipple. The first wave of arousal comes with a shiver, to be replaces by a throbbing pain similar to pins and needles, before your raw pink nipple goes numb, a sinful white trail dripping down over the hill of your breast.

"Fuck, look so pretty covered in milk, doll." then you let out a loud guttural moan of relief as wet warmth envelopes your numb nipple, bringing the nerves back to life in a way that sparks arousal through your nerves. He sucks, a wet slurping noise harmonizing with both of your moans as he ravishes your breast, the other one receiving the same cold treatment of freezing and numbing the nipple while he makes your voice pitch upwards in its keening moans.

What's worse is the freezing cold desert is dribbling under your dress, sending rivers of cold across your skin as it rushes like a waterfall, downward, steadfast, following the contours of your body to your aching cunt. Your hips jerk in reaction when the first stream of cold ice cream dribbles over your hot, swollen clit.

Meanwhile, Kyle has switched his attentions to the other breast, his lips kissing at the nipple and suckling as eagerly as he did to the one before, his face buried into the soft fleshy mound to get impossibly close, to trap his warmth against the cold stains he's leaving on your skin. He's moaning, soft but heavy in the bottom of his gut - eyelashes flush to his cheeks as he holds himself against you. His broad body cages you in with no escape, and yet it provides a warmth inside you that rises up to meet the cold nerves, delivering a wave of pleasure that makes you whimper.

Then his strong arms are trailing down until they're grabbing the backs of your knees, pushing them up and apart to watch your skirt raise - and there he can see his masterpiece on display for him. Thighs stained in vanilla desert and a waterfall of the milk spilling under your panties into your soaked, glistening cunt.

"Fuck..." He breathes out in reverence, "Fuck baby... never seen anything like this... you're, you're delectable."

He lifts a knee to his face and places a kiss there, and then you feel him give your leg the same treatment he gave your arms. Heavy kisses delivered by warm, plush lips, leaving kisses that stain your very soul with the worship they carry. Then his tongue licks a fat stripe over your thighs, lapping at the skin to peel every morsel of vanilla from you while he purrs out his pleasure through a guttural moan. Your musk melds with the smell of vanilla and it goes straight to his cock, making white pearls of cum bead at the tip.

Cotton pushes aside to expose your molten core to the cool air and your entrance flutters pathetically as you can't hold back the moans tumbling forward from your lips. It's glistening, slick with arousal and stained by cold ropes of sticky ice cream. Then you feel a forearm lock you into place, bracing you - and you feel why. You squeal in a mix of discomfort and delight as you feel something thick and cold rub between your folds, sending pulses of pleasure through your aching cunt and down your legs, the cold pooling with that heat in your stomach that threatens to bubble over into an orgasm.

He smacks the dessert against your hot clitoris, watching it melt across the flush flesh and down between your folds while your hips buck and moans of agonizing bliss are wrangled from the back of your throat until its going hoarse.

"Gonna cum for me, doll? Gonna show me which cream is sweeter?" He says in a soft voice while firmly pressing the popsicle against your pussy, jiggling it around while rubbing it between your hot folds, watching the two temperatures fight for dominance while your orgasm peaks on top - slick mixing with the desert as you let out a cry of his name and your eyes roll back, screwing tight and jaw going slack as you spread your release all over the cold, sweet toy.

Then he removes it, leaving a numb ache for more between your legs as the phantom cold whispers over your quivering pussy, your entrance fluttering in time with your racing pulse as you come back down from your high.

"So good, lovie, looked so good-" he kisses the inside of your thigh, "can I have a taste?"

You nod desperately, needing him in whatever way he has to offer. Then you feel it, his soft, burning tongue lapping between your folds, the tip flicking up to collect the dribbled desert from your swollen pussy. His nose presses firmly against the clitoris, allowing you to stimulate yourself as you grind your hips down on his tongue, overstimulated and aching, you chase your next orgasm with abandon while Kyle doubles his efforts into eating the sweetness of your pussy paired with sickly vanilla.

"Kyle, Kyle, oh God oh- Kyle no no I'm gonna-" your thighs quiver as they're forcibly held open by his firm, strong hands and he moans in delight knowing he's the one making his little pillow princess cum undone like this. He focuses his effort back over that nub of nerves, suckling on it and rolling it around on his experienced tongue, causing your jaw to go slack once more, and the chord in your stomach burning wildly as it pulls taut, about to tear and pull a scream from your throat of wild ecstasy.

Then his fingers sink into your aching hole, and it fits him like a tight, velvet glove. Squelching as he searches for that braille that tells his fingers to massage your insides just so, to watch you come undone on his hand and mouth. Your back arches as your hands and toes clench, the chord snapping and a scream of delirious bliss singing out Kyle's name to the air. You squirt down his mouth and he moans in delight as he welcomes your release in his mouth.

His lips are quickly slot over yours and he gathers all that's in his mouth and spits it into yours - his own taste, musky and chocolatey, mixed with the vanilla ice cream you ate and the heavy sweetness of your pussy. He bites on your bottom lip as he pulls away and growls out, "Swallow, lovie. Just gave you the sweetest damn desert, don' go wastin' it."

You swallow and open your mouth wide, tongue lolling out to prove to him you've done so, and he smiles in satisfaction, leaning down to suck your pleasure-tasting tongue into his mouth.

"Taste so sweet, doll... think we need a palette cleanser." He murmurs against your lips, his thumbs hooking under the waist of his shorts.

@going-to-ikea-for-the-fries @xxshadowbabexx @lovifie @mothymunson

a/n: the ice cream pops I had in mind:

#call of duty #cod #gaz #kyle gaz garrick #18+ mdni #sergeant kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader #gaz x you #poly 141 x reader #poly 141 #mmmmmm

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harlenia · 3 days

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Realllllllllllyyyy wanna know if anyone knows some PriceGhost X reader fics. I’m kinda in the trenches of my maladaptive daydreaming

#cod #poly 141 #poly 141 x reader #141 x reader #cod mw2 #kyle gaz garrick #task force 141 x reader #captain john price #john soap mactavish #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader

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harlenia · 4 days

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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

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

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harlenia · 4 days

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Soap: I’m a grown man I’m not scared of nothing.

Simon: You’re 26 and can’t fall asleep without a nightlight.

Soap: *gasps* SIMON!

Gaz: *spits out water*

#cod #poly 141 #poly 141 x reader #141 x reader #kyle gaz garrick #task force 141 x reader #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #kyle gaz x reader #johnny soap mctavish x reader

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harlenia · 8 days

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Gaz: putting on a pair of sweats

Y/N: walks into the room almost seeing his shaboingboing. NO!

Gaz: stops midway on his waist line.

Y/N looks his chisled body

Gaz: Uhh…love?

Y/N:

#cod #poly 141 #poly 141 x reader #141 x reader #cod mw2 #kyle gaz garrick #task force 141 x reader #kyle gaz x reader #gaz x reader #cod gaz #cod x reader

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harlenia · 9 days

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RAGAHAHAHAHHAAJJAJAHAHAH. JEHEBEHEHHEBEHEHEHAJHAHAHAHAHA

IM CUMMMMINNNNNGGGGG

#cod #poly 141 #poly 141 x reader #141 x reader #cod mw2 #kyle gaz garrick #task force 141 x reader #kyle gaz x reader #gaz x reader #cod gaz #kyle garrick x reader #captain john price #john soap mactavish #simon riley x reader

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harlenia · 9 days

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Nik: Y/N….what is…ROO…BUHX.. and why did you spend over 2000 dollars on it!

Y/N uncontrollably laughing: What did you say😂

Nik: ROOBUHX Y/N what is ROOBUHX

Y/N crying on the floor.

Price,sighing: it’s pronounced ROW-BUX, and it’s currency from some stupid game.

Nik lowering his voice,: Y/N.

Y/N: I swear it wasn’t me! It was Johnny also!

Soap: It won’t me! I dinnae even playe that sheit

Ghost: Okay soapdestroyer_555

Soap: Simon!

Gaz, snickering : No fucking way

Nik,walking away: I’m locking my card

#cod #poly 141 #poly 141 x reader #141 x reader #cod mw2 #kyle gaz garrick #task force 141 x reader #captain john price #john soap mactavish #john price #kyle gaz x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #nikolai cod #cod nikolai #johnny soap mctavish x reader #captain john price x reader

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harlenia · 11 days

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Y/N: Is there anyway we could cop a rich man’s condom?

Gaz: Y/N…..

Soap: I dinnae even wanna ask why.

Y/N: so I can purposely impregnate myself and we can be rich!

Ghost: We literally have Nikolai…

Price filling out psychiatrist appointment

#cod #poly 141 #poly 141 x reader #141 x reader #cod mw2 #kyle gaz garrick #task force 141 x reader #captain john price #john price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghost cod

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harlenia · 11 days

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Y/N: My therapist told me it’s good if I sometimes listen to the things in my head

Price stressing out: So you purposely step on a fucking land mine?!?

Y/N: Well….

#cod #poly 141 #poly 141 x reader #141 x reader #cod mw2 #kyle gaz garrick #task force 141 x reader #captain john price #john soap mactavish #john price #simon riley x reader #ghost cod

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harlenia · 11 days

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GIRL I am literally nawing at my cage please feed me with more poly 141 quotes 😞

It has been a busy month yall I am so sorry😭

I promise I’ll pop out some tonight for yall as an apology 😭🙏🏾❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#cod #poly 141 #poly 141 x reader #141 x reader #cod mw2 #kyle gaz garrick #task force 141 x reader #captain john price #john soap mactavish #john price #simon riley x reader

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harlenia · 14 days

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Fancy

Ch 3: The Wheels of Fate Started to Turn

Previous | Next | Ao3

MDNI

Vampire!Poly 141 x Fem!Plus Size!Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: A permanent darkness rests over the city. You’ve lived here your whole life - in the slums, just another human to be pushed and pulled at the whims of the vampires that run it. Another human made to bleed and crawl their way through a meager life.

Maybe, just maybe, a meeting by happenstance will change your fate for the better.

You feel sick when you wake. Muscles weak and body shaky. It takes more effort than you would like to peel your eyes open. You haven’t sat under a UV lamp in a while and it’s starting to show. The cocoon of sheets feels so good you don’t want to get up, to peel yourself away from them.

You realize Johnny and Kyle are gone as you sit up, all alone in the center of the massive bed. The room feels darker without them, somehow. Emptier. You roll over to climb off the bed, interrupted by the sound of paper crinkling under you. You feel around the mattress only to find a thick envelope with ‘Fancy’ neatly written across the front. As you open it, your breath catches in your throat at the contents. It’s nearly double what they said they’d pay. More than you could have ever hoped for. It makes your hands shake to hold that much money all at once. Once the shock wears off, a folded up piece of paper catches your eye.

Hey lovie,

Sorry to take off without saying goodbye. Had some business to attend to. Figured we should let you sleep. Hope you won’t be too mad ;)

We left a little extra for spending the night. Nothing like cuddling up next to a soft, warm lady.

Let’s do it again soon.

Kyle + Johnny

The handwriting changes to a messy scrawl that you have to squint to make out.

P.S. You look bonnie in my shirt. Gonnae be thinking about that all day. Feel free to take it with you.

P.S.S. I want it back unwashed.

You can’t help but snicker to yourself. Damn dirty dog.

You have no reason to deny him, though. So you slip the t-shirt on over your dress as you get ready to leave. The dress feels far too constrictive for the early morning. This is why you don’t do nights - walking out looking like a mess in the itchy day old clothes. You give up looking for your panties which seem to have evaporated, not too keen on putting them back on anyway.

Before you can tip-toe your way out to the front door, you find yourself pausing. The kitchen light is on, illuminating a figure working over the stove. Curiosity gets the better of you and you circle around the counter to see John sorting ingredients in nothing but a loose pair of sweatpants. Strong, nicely hairy chest on full display.

And they call you and slut.

“Good morning.” He flashes you a bright smile. Of course he noticed you. He probably smelled you before he even heard you leave the bedroom.

“Sorry… I, uh, didn’t mean to intrude.” You mumble awkwardly.

“No, no. I was hoping you’d stop f’me. My boys treat you alright?” He eyes your shirt.

Being asked that a second time throws you off. Why the hell do they care so much? “They did.”

“Good. Good.” He smiles warmly. “I’ll make you some breakfast.”

You scoff. “You? No offense but I’d rather take my chances with the nearest dumpster.”

“Contrary to popular belief, some of us remember how to cook.”

You glance at the half-dozen cart of eggs and perfectly fresh vegetables neatly arranged across the counter. “And you just happened to have human food on hand?”

He pauses. “…I may have had some delivered.”

John turns back to the stove, muttering something under his breath about ‘too smart for her own damn good.’

You pad over beside him to look down at the food, staring at the spread. You point at some red thing you don’t recognize. “What is that?”

He cocks an eyebrow. “The tomato?”

“Tomatoes are purple.” You poke it. “And more squishy.”

You meet his eye and for a brief moment, you think you see pity. Something sad swirling in the blue of his irises. He schools his face back to neutral before you can be sure you saw anything at all.

“Well, hopefully you trust an old codger like me to make you a half-decent omelette.”

You snort, leaning back on the kitchen island. “I’ve got nothing to lose.”

You both lapse into silence. He does seem to know what he’s doing - carefully chopping the vegetables and carefully folding the omelette in the pan. Maybe he had a human wife at some point or something. Most likely. That’s not uncommon, especially back in the 21st century. Practically a trend. You tilt your head as you watch him move, brow furrowed. He’s so weird.

What could you have said to them to make them treat you like this? You’re almost afraid to know - that block of time so buried in the recesses of your mind there’s no hope of ever recovering it. That doesn’t mean you haven’t tried since that day, but you know we’ll enough that it never works. You don’t have a single guess as to what it could have been.

Maybe you didn’t say anything. Maybe they’re just weirdly tunnel visioned. Vamps do that often enough - hone in on a target of affection. For any reason from looking like a dead loved one or they just have an enticing scent. Except they’re not usually this… nice. Normally they’d just drain the object of their affection and be done with it. Not ask them to sleep over for the night and cook them breakfast in the morning.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when a plate is set in front of you. It looks… perfect. At least you assume that’s what a good omelette looks like. Nicely golden. It looks alien. Food from another world - another time. You glance up at John as he watches you expectantly. It won’t hurt to entertain him, you suppose. Even if it does end up being shit. You cut a small bite, tentatively bringing it to you your lips. You brace for something awful.

Except it’s incredible. Perfectly cooked and seasoned. You can’t help but let out a content little hum before practically scarfing it down. You haven’t had food like this in… ever, actually. Neither this fresh or well made.

“So you like it?” John smiles.

You nod happily with a mouth full of food before remembering where you are. Steeling yourself and slowing down, returning to the more reserved persona. “It’s good.”

John huffs out a laugh, turning his back to you to clean up. “I’ll drive you home when you’re finished.”

You pause mid bite. “Oh, no, I can take the train-“

“Do you really want t’walk all the way to the depot in those heels?” John cocks an brow, blue eyes dragging from your face, over your body and down your legs. There’s a slow burning intensity in the movement that sends a shiver down your spine.

You stare at him for a moment, uncertain of what to do. The last thing you need is to owe a vampire for anything. They’ll take your debts to the grave. It happened with your neighbor once - you learned early on to be wary of any offer made by one of them. Never make a deal with one of the devils.

“You won’t be indebted for it.” John chuckles as if he can read your damn mind. Maybe he can.

You chew your lip. It’s at least an hour walk to the metro station from here. You don’t want him to see where you live, though. It will ruin the illusion. Images flash through your mind of the craggily walls of your apartment building. The syringes that line the sidewalk. There’s that massive blood stain on the front steps they still haven’t cleaned up after five years.

But then you meet his eyes. They’re so sincere. So bright. Whatever that tug is in your chest that keeps giving into them pulls again. It’s unraveling you, making you insane. Surely that’s it, you’re finally going insane.

“Okay.” It comes out weaker than you’d like.

John grins a though you gave him the greatest gift in history. It makes your face hot - leaves you shifting awkwardly. You’re not used to that much emotion carved into their marble features. This coven is too expressive. It’s putting you on edge, leaving you with your guard up. Against what, though? What’s the point? Shouldn’t you be happy and play into their more excitable nature?

It’s too unfamiliar. Too otherworldly to see human emotion on their god like features.

A cool finger hooks under your chin, lifting your face to meet John’s gaze. “You think too much.”

You scoff and tear your face away from his hand. Thinking keeps you alive. The girls that don’t think don’t survive past their teens. You have to be smart to stay alive here. To even have a hope of keeping up with creatures who contain centuries of knowledge and experience. Who are so far ahead in the race the best you can do is limp along in the dust.

A valet pulls the car around. John changed into jeans and half zip sweater. You would die before admitting to the small bit of disappointment at him donning a shirt. You expect the black SUV from the night before to pull up. Instead, you’re met with a basic sedan. It’s still nice - obviously new. The seats are a soft, well cared for leather.

“So is this what you do? Invite prostitutes over for omlettes and tea and then drive them home?” You blurt as John starts the car. That itch to dissect their thought processes continues to plague the back of your mind.

“Tea?” He repeats, a brow raised.

“Simon made me tea last night.”

John laughs. “Kyle really did fuck your throat raw, then?”

You whirl on him, eyes wide.

“Don’t act so surprised. Johnny can’t keep his mouth shut to save his life. Said you took it beautifully.” John sighs. “Bit jealous I didn’t get to watch the show. A good cigar and whiskey in hand? The perfect night, I think. Might have to recreate it…”

That last bit sounds more for him than for you.

You shouldn’t blush. You’ve been doing this long enough that there’s no reason to blush anymore. You have no right to be flustered over something as simple as sex. It’s the way he says it, you think. The way desire drips from every syllable as though he’s never said anything more true in his immortal life.

You just hide behind a huff and look out the window. “You’re all very weird, you know that?”

“Are we, now?” John rests his elbow on the door and his head on his hand. He weaves through the chaotic city roads expertly.

“You’re too…” You wrinkle your nose, pausing. The word gets lost on your tongue.

“Human?”

“If you say so.”

John chuckles. “You’re just as weird, you know that?”

“I am not weird!” You snap indignantly.

“If you say so.”

You have to do a double take when he pulls up to your apartment. Is it really that fast by car? What was that, ten minutes? The train is a nearly twenty minute ride with two fifteen minute walks. The walk is nearly three hours - two if you take the back way.

“Everythin’ alright?” He asks, voice dropping to a low drawl. You shake your head to clear it, pulling your respirator out of your coat.

“Don’t you need a-“ You stop when you meet John’s deadpan expression. “Oh, right.”

“Appreciate the concern, love.” He chuckles. It’s a surprisingly warm sound.

You reach for the door, respirator in hand and at the ready. You pause when John lays a hand lightly on your shoulder. Turning back, your eyes meeting his. There’s that storm again. The one he looked at you with before. Something roiling underneath the surface.

“Fancy?”

“Yes?”

“Before you go.” John leans forward. “C’mere.”

You assume he wants a kiss. It wouldn’t surprise you - a little thank you for the ride. Frankly, you should have thought of it first. Instead, he ducks his head to the side at the last moment. His hand tangles gently but firmly in your hair to pull your head to the side, leaving your neck craned and exposed. You freeze. Fear takes over - your heart rate immediately spiking. Your hands fist his coat, pushing as hard as you can against the unmoving mountain that is his body.

“John-“ Your voice cracks. “Please don’t-“

“Need t’ make sure you’re safe…” He mumbles.

A fang catches your skin. You freeze.

It drags across your neck, down the arch of your artery. You suck in a hear breath, the skin not quite breaking under the touch. Before you can speak or begin pushing again or even try to get out of the car, he bites down. A yelp escapes you as his teeth slowly sink in - only through the top most layer of skin. Not enough to puncture the artery or even for his other teeth to bite into your skin.

Your whole body shakes. “What’re you-“

John shushes you as he pulls away, eyes locked on the cut he made on your neck. You can feel the wet blood beginning to drip down your neck. His hand stays in your hair, holding you in place. The blue of his irises seems somehow brighter, pupils so narrowed they don’t look to be more than pinpricks. After a few beats he seems satisfied, letting your hair go and sitting back in his seat.

“Just a precaution, love.”The vampire looks you over, eyes suddenly painfully soft again. “Take care of yourself.”

Your eyes flick between his. A cold, rushing fear pumps through your veins. Your mouth opens and closes like a fish before you finally come to your senses, taking the chance to dash out of the car and toward your apartment. Fight or flight pushing away any ability to ask what the fuck that was. By the time you turn around to check behind you, John is far down the street.

You rush to your bathroom mirror, tossing your respirator to the ground as soon as you’re in your front door. It’s not deep. He didn’t even lick up after himself - a thin trail of blood pooling around your clavicle before continuing down. It wasn’t about drinking. You hiss as your fingers lightly test the tender skin.

What the fuck?

He’s a vampire. At the end of the day that’s all he is. No facial expressions or ability to cook will undo that he’s a different creature entirely. Was that what this is about? Reminding you what they are? The power they have? You wouldn’t put it past one of them, the sick fucks. What kind of fool were you to think they’re at all different.

After a shower and finally changing into some pajamas (minus a certain vampire’s tshirt that he will not be getting back) you go to grab your lamp. It doesn’t take long to set up the UV light, just dragging it out of storage and setting up the shade above it so that the rays concentrate downward onto your skin. You slowly sink to the ground. Exhaustion clings to your bones. They feel brittle and heavy simultaneously.

You sigh, curling up under the warm light like a cat. You have to be smart about how long you stay under it - the damn thing runs up the electricity bill like nothing else. Plus, too long under it can cause serious skin damage. As much as you’d rather go without, you’ve seen what happens to those that do.

You half heartedly re-count out the envelope of money, still feeling overwhelmed at the sheer amount of it. At the whole situation at hand. You realize quickly enough that despite having the money to do almost anything you don’t actually… know what to do. Despite the plan being to save up and get out of the slums you never really planned for what to do once you were out of the slums.

The realization that you never truly believed you could do it, even unconsciously, is a little heartbreaking.

Do you keep working at the club? Hope that these clients like you enough to keep up with your new lifestyle? Pray that they enjoy fucking you for long enough to save up? Do you even want to see them after what John just did? Do you look for another job? There isn’t much you can get when the whole of your resume is stamped with WHORE in bright red letters.

With a low groan you slump back on the floor and throw your arm over your eyes. Everything is so fucked. You’re lost in it and it’s all fucked.

Normally, you would avoid information about the people that come in and out of your club. They’re looking for discretion, after all. A place to hide away from the dealings of life. A fantasy. If you were smart, you’d stick with that habit. Especially when it comes to the ones that literally compel you to forget their business.

John just lost the right to any discretion after that stunt in the car.

You open up your shitty laptop that requires five hail mary’s to start. It greets you with the top headlines of the day, all just as enjoyable as you’d expect.

UNKNOWN SUBSTANCE FOUND IN FOUR MORE JANE DOES

NEW DRUG CYTH TAKING THE UNDERGROUND MARKETS BY STORM

CORPSE FOUND WITH BLOOD LEAKING FROM PORES

You close them out, for your own sanity, and type John’s name into the search bar. A few things come up - some company called One-Four-One with the most nothing description about what kind of company they are. They “develop products and services” - aka they’re a shell for shady bullshit. They’re listed as the benefactor for some lower city charities and given responsibility for several mergers and buy-outs in the upper city. All the things you’d expect from a corporation.

It’s too clean, though. You’ve been living in the underbelly long enough to know what a front looks like. Not that you’re surprised. Every vampire corporation is a cover for a million other little inner workings you will never be privy to.

The only pictures of John are a few from press reports. His imposing figure standing behind some ugly podium with a logo hastily plastered across the front. He has a commanding air about him behind all those microphones - like a preacher or a politician. Fitting.

Johnny and Kyle have a far more risqué library. Images with models and other beautiful women. The kinds of things you’d expect from young, playboy vampires stretching over the past century at least, according to the archive dates. The boys aren’t the focus of the images - it’s all paparazzi for the women - but they’re in them nonetheless. How the hell did Johnny manage to squeeze into a pair of leather pants like that?

Simon doesn’t even seem to exist. A total ghost. No matter how deep you go you can’t find a trace of him. You manage to get all the way back to the 1990s in the archive and still come up with jack shit.

You’re left with more questions than answers and a distinct understanding that you shouldn’t ask any of them. You knew that already, though, and you have no plans to let John Price close enough to speak to you anytime soon.

You didn’t realize you fell asleep up until you wake, alarm blaring in your ear that it’s time to get up and go to work. It never ends. You still feel so fucking tired, body heavy and eyes stinging. A haze settles over your mind as you fall into your constant routine. Makeup, hair, dress, respirator on, walk, train, respirator off, walk.

Your locker in the back room fights you, forcing you to practically break it open. Just another thing to leave you feeling angry and useless.

“I heard they got Red.” The girl beside you whispers. She’s mousy, new. A gossiper. She even tried to talk to you, at least before she found out that you apparently steal clients.

The girl she’s speaking to side eyes her. “What do you mean got ‘er?”

“With that new drug - Cyth or whatever.”

“Cyth isn’t real. It’s just people making up shit to cover up what the vamps are doing. As if we don’t already know.”

“But what about-“ You don’t hear the rest of what she says, her voice drowning out as you leave the back room.

Time seems to crawl by at the club without the men. You hate it. Not just the slowness of the day but the fact that they’ve had that effect on you. That these creatures you barley know have invaded your thoughts. Wormed themselves into the nooks and crannies of your psyche. Marked you - however temporarily that may be.

The patrons avoid your eyes. You serve their drinks, and where they would normally make a salacious remark or grab onto you they just offer a huffy thanks and ignore you. The tips are garbage, even the other serving girls notice and begin to basically steal your tables. It has to be the bite.

Why, though? Plenty of serving girls have fresh bite marks and they aren’t getting reactions like that. You can count four on the main floor right now.

At least once the day is over, it’s over. You can go home and hide away. Be angry in peace. Maybe make a plan for what to do. Maybe you can leave the city you and your friends talked about as teens. Except they’re all dead now and you’re pretty sure there isn’t anything outside of the dome anymore. At least not anything you could get to.

The other girls don’t walk with you to the metro anymore. The streets are never truly empty in the main city. There’s no real day or night. It’s only the places humans inhabit that become abandoned during the “night.” As you exit the lower city station, the streets empty out. It’s just you, footsteps echoing off buildings. The smog in the air only makes it darker - even harder to navigate.

Until a second pair of footsteps appears, fast and growing louder by the second. Before you can even begin to run or check behind you a force slams into you, sending you tumbling down onto harsh concrete and into an alley.

You’re cornered. There’s nowhere to go. Before you can grapple for your garlic spray the vampire has your wrists in his hand, pulling you up to dangle in front of him. The backs of your hands and arms scrape against the rough brick of the building he’s pinned you too. It hurts, cutting deep into your skin under the pressure of his strength.

The thing hisses, ripping off the neck guard attached to your respirator. The whole thing goes clattering to the ground. You choke on the poison air, lungs immediately rejecting it.

You tip your eyes to the obstructed sky. Of course it would end this way. It’s the end for you all, isn’t it? Just another body in an alley. Another free apartment for people to fight over. Another headline for people to frown at on the train. You wonder if they would use your name or just leave you as another Jane Doe.

What do the real stars look like, anyway?

He takes a long inhale and freezes in place. You can barely make out wide, frenzied eyes. A hood blocks any of his other features. His breath hastens, chest heaving against yours. What the hell is he waiting for?

Suddenly he reels backward, hissing and spitting. Muttering words you don’t understand. It drops you so suddenly that you collapse to the ground. Unable to gain any footing, still coughing and choking.

“What-“ You’re not even sure why you want to ask it a question. Before you can at all the thing runs away down the alley. Your hand travels up to your neck.

The bite.

A coughing fit sends you doubling over and you blearing grope around the ground for your respirator. At least it didn’t get smashed, you sigh in relief - clipping it back around your face and neck.

Your hands shake and you turn, staring up at that massive skyscraper hanging above the city. It’s taunting you. You feel like you can almost see John staring down at you, toying with you. An anger flares in your body so hot you almost feel as thought you’ve caught fire. He wants to fuck with you? To make you feel weak? To try to lay some sort of claim?

Fine. You can play ball.

A/N: John “you don’t need to know what’s going on, love, just do what I say” Price and Miss “don’t fuck with my independence” Fancy

I don’t love this chapter but I gotta get plot moving and grooving.

#simon ghost riley #cod #cod x reader #ghost x reader #poly 141 x reader #i love this #john soap mactavish #call of duty #ghost cod #johnny soap mctavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #kyle gaz x reader #captain john price x reader

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harlenia · 14 days

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You guys really do love me🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

#thank you #cod #poly 141 #poly 141 x reader #141 x reader #cod mw2 #kyle gaz garrick #task force 141 x reader #captain john price #john price #john soap mactavish #simon riley x reader

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harlenia · 16 days

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Hate my job so fking much these mfs said “it wasn’t okay for me to call out even though I said I literally was blowing chunks out in the toilet last night.

Really said “call us later and let us know how your feeling” like imma magically just get better in 7 hours

#cod #poly 141 #i hate this #jobs #poly 141 x reader #141 x reader #cod mw2 #i dont know #pls they sounded so mad and I felt embarrassed #rant #rant post #complaining #they probably think I was lying cus the cough that came out sounded fake I swear it wasn’t

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harlenia · 16 days

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Gaz: Nah, I have the fattest ass

Soap: bro do you see this dump truck back here? It’s obviously me.

Y/N: Price

Gaz and Soap: ????

Y/N: have you seen that mother fucker? Just the other day I saw him run and I’ve never seen someone’s ass have so much recoil.

*in another room*

Price: I swear to god I’m going to fucking retire

Nik: can I see—

Price: NO—

Ghost: *huffing*

#cod #poly 141 #poly 141 x reader #141 x reader #cod mw2 #kyle gaz garrick #task force 141 x reader #captain john price #john price #john soap mactavish #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #cod nikolai #nikolai cod

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harlenia · 21 days

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I’m stupidly sick right now and it’s eating me alive. It feels like someone shoved 100-20 inch poles down my throat. Anyone know some good remedies?

#cod #poly 141 #poly 141 x reader #141 x reader #cod mw2 #kyle gaz garrick #task force 141 x reader #captain john price #john soap mactavish #simon riley x reader #im literally going to die.

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harlenia · 22 days

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COUGH- COUGH-

(Stumbles into the room gasping for air as I hold this out to y’all)

DEITY AU?!

#i’m creaming #call of duty #call of duty mw3 #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw3 #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #cod au #cod

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harlenia · 22 days

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gaz x gn!reader drabble (no warnings)

also im sorry for not posting for a while, i havent been doing too great 🥲 but i hope yall like it + sorry for any mistakes

having been with kyle (or gaz, as he's referred to by his friends) for years now, you've come to appreciate every single way he expresses his love and affection for you.

the way he looks at you. kyle has always had this gaze that made your breath stutter in your chest. but you feel safe. you feel protected under his watchful eye. not a single thing goes unnoticed as long as he's there to see it. sometimes even when he isn't. he maps out every part of your body and soul with his eyes, committing every inch of you to his memory. he loves making eye contact with you whenever it's possible, just so you can see the extent of his devotion.

the way he touches you. gaz is a military man. his hands have caused so much death in his service, which is something you hate thinking about (and so does he). those same hands come home to you and cradle you like you're the most precious jewel on the planet. his hands dig into the knots on your back. they rub lotion onto your skin after a shower. they rub your stomach when it's upset. they care for you.

the way he cooks for you. it's not an uncommon sight, seeing gaz in the kitchen. he loves to cook for you more than anything. he loves to bust out his mother's old recipes to make for you. he's always keeping you fed. nothing makes him happier than the seeing the thankful smile on your face before eating what he prepared. while he would never turn down a cooked meal from you if you wanted to make it, he never wants you to feel like you're forced to make anything if you don't want you. he wants you to relax and eat good food like the royalty that you are.

the way he speaks to you. kyle's voice was a big part of why you fell for him in the first place. it's silky smooth, and so relaxing to listen to. you often ask him to read to you or tell you a random story just so you can sleep. you could hear him speak forever and never get tired of it. you constantly run out of space on your phone because you save every single voicemail and voice message he leaves you, just so you can hear his beautiful voice when you're feeling anxious.

the way he's loyal to you. you know that loyalty is supposed to be a given in any relationship. but kyle is loyal in a way you've never experienced before with previous partners. he actually advocates for you. family putting you down? he tells them off and reminds you of your worth. "friends" treating you badly? he tells them to fuck off and let's you know they don't deserve you. you've never had anyone put you first like this before and it's such a refreshing feeling with him. if you ever feel like it's too much, he will never push it. but you know he always has your back regardless.

the way he comes back to you. it's no secret that you hate kyle's work. you hate that he constantly had to leave. you hate barely being able to contact him while he's gone. you hate stewing in your anxiety for weeks, not knowing if you'd ever get to see him again. but he always comes back. he says as much whenever he can. there's no "if" or "maybe" with him. he says he will come back to you, and he always does.

the way he spoils you. kyle makes a decent amount of money from his work. decent enough that he constantly begs you to quit your shitty office job. you refuse on account of needing a way to busy your mind while he's gone. to compromise, he buys you gifts constantly. it never works to try and pretend you have nothing you're interested in. he is extremely perceptive and pays attention to everything you say and do. you'll constantly find yourself on the receiving end of all your favorite things.

the way he marries you. when you bring up the idea of getting married, he practically collapses onto his knees in relief. he's so incredibly happy that you want that with him, because he can't see a reality where he isn't yours for all of eternity. when he eventually proposes to you under the stars in your favorite park, you can just tell he is going to make you the happiest person in the world. when you get back home, he reveals (the most sheepish you've ever seen him) that he actually bought the ring ages ago, but he was afraid he'd been moving too fast. he couldn't help but laugh at the adorable look of shock you had.

the way he cherishes you forever. the married life with kyle was really not that different. he still treats you like he just fell in love with you, even years later. he finally took you to meet his team, after years of brief greetings while you video called kyle. you felt indebted to this group of people for keeping the love of your life alive (though, his captain was quick to let you know that kyle does the same for the rest of them often). you smile when his other teammate, soap, tells you about how kyle never shuts up about you ever. he even carries a picture of you on him at all times for good luck. you try your best (and fail) not to cry.

#cod #kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gaz x reader #poly 141 #141 x reader #poly 141 x reader #cod mw2 #task force 141 x reader

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