harper

welcome to bluecarolina!

my name is Harper, i'm 24 and my pronouns are she/her. i love writing and this blog is basically my creative outlet for that! a masterlist of all my work can be found here.

i’m primarily a Call of Duty blog, but i also write for The Pitt, Sons of Anarchy and more in the future. a full list of who i’m currently accepting requests for & my rules can be found here. i keep it regularly updated and requests are pretty much always open.

my writing will mostly consist of f!reader and gender neutral!reader. i write a mixture of genres including fluff, angst and smut. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! my blog contains 18+ content.

Price is the best big spoon ever to exist. When you're tucked up in his arms, it feels like nothing can ever hurt you. Spooning is the only way that man will sleep - his hairy chest pressed against your back, one arm draped over your waist and the other tucked under the pillow. He loves feeling you so close to him, pressing kisses to the top of your head, breathing in the scent of you. During the day he'll come up behind you, wrapping his strong arms around you and squeezing. He loves to be in that 'protector' role, keeping you safe from the world.

Gaz loves to have you tucked up tightly to his body, lying face to face. He tucks your head under his chin, his arms wrapped around you as his fingers trace patterns on your back. It's intimate to him, romantic. He likes to pepper your face with kisses until you start laughing. Or you just listen to the rumble of his chest as he talks to you. When you sit on the couch together, he likes to pull you into his side with his arm slung over your shoulder and your head resting in the crook of his neck. He'll definitely intertwine your fingers together, too.

Ghost would never admit it, but he loves it when you hold him. He'll lie mostly on top of you, his arms wrapped around your hips and his body weight between your legs. He likes to place his head either on your stomach or your chest - mainly your chest. Hearing the steady beat of your heart is a comfort to him, a reminder that you're alive and with him. You like to run your fingers through his hair and tell him about your day, relishing in the fact he feels safe enough to do this with you. He's great at holding you, too! Big, strong and warm.

He chuckles, the sound rumbling over the line. “Well, hello to you too, love,” he says, leaning back in his desk chair, lifting his feet up to rest on his desk. You can practically hear the smirk in his voice when he speaks again. “Any particular reason you want me to have the chop, or are you just mad I left my socks on the floor again, darling?”

You normally would laugh at that little joke, but not today. Today you roll your eyes, your grip tightening on the phone as you think about all the reasons you need him to have a vasectomy.

All five reasons, to be exact.

Your two eldest children are currently at school. Your middle child, the toddler, is clinging to your legs. The youngest is napping in the nursery. And you’re staring down at yet another positive pregnancy test.

“It’s not the socks, my love. It’s because you’ve knocked me up. Again,” you reply, through gritted teeth and a tight smile. “And in case you can’t work it out, that’s number five.” You can practically hear his jaw snap shut on the other side of the phone. You can imagine how the smirk drops from his face.

John’s feet fall from the desk to the floor as he runs a hand down his face. Jesus christ. How is this possible? “…fuckin’ hell,” he rasps out, his tone a mix of disbelief and… pride. There’s something about knowing you’re pregnant with another of his children that makes him just a little feral… but he quickly pushes that thought aside.

“Sorry, love. I’ll call the doctors,” he mumbles, causing you to smile and hum to yourself.

“And you can pick up the kids from school today. And bring home a takeaway for dinner,” you say, the smugness evident in your voice. This whole situation is a mess, but that won’t stop you from using your pregnancy privileges.

John sighs, grinning to himself. “Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you want.”

Your choice!!!

oh my god this was so fun to write!! i had too many ideas it was hard to pick just one…

Kyle's excited to finally introduce you to his teammates. He's not worried about them not liking you and a part of him wants to show you off. He's the kind of boyfriend who's a little smug and possessive over you - he likes seeing other men wish they had you, even if they're his mates.

When you get to the pub, the three men are already there as Kyle drags you towards them. "Lads," he says with a proud grin on his face, pulling you to his side. "This is—"

"Simon?" you blurt out, staring in shock at the ghost in front of you. Kyle's eyebrows furrow as he looks between the two of you, watching the way Simon's cheeks are turning… pink?

"…you know him, babe?" Kyle asks, his voice noticeably tighter. What could possibly be the reason for his girlfriend knowing Simon goddamn Riley? There is one idea in his head. And he's praying he's wrong.

You swallow hard, your eyes looking everywhere but at Simon or Kyle. If the ground opened up beneath you right now, it would be a blessing. "We, uh," you start, struggling to get the words out. "…hooked up last year." That's the simple version, anyway. The easy way to say you slept with Simon and he ghosted you afterwards. Kyle is eerily silent beside you as he processes this new information.

His girlfriend and Ghost. Simon Riley, sleeping with his woman. Kyle doesn't even care that it was last year, before he even met you.

He sees red.

Simon doesn't have time to react before Kyle's fist is moving through the air towards him, knuckles connecting with his jaw and sending the bigger man stumbling back a few steps. Your hands fly to your mouth in a gasp, eyes wide as you watch Price grab Kyle's shirt and haul him back, shaking his head.

"Son," Price says, using his Captain voice to get through to Kyle. "There's no need for that." Kyle knows he's right, but he can't help feel just a little satisfaction at the mark now blooming on Simon's face.

Kyle takes a deep breath, sliding his arm around your waist and anchoring you to him in a gesture that clearly says you're his. As if the punch didn't do that already. "Sorry, mate," he grits out, attempting a smile as his fingers dig into your hip.

You're in shock, your mouth open and your heart racing. This is bad. You know it is. You know you'll have to explain everything to him when you get home, and you hope none of this affects the two mens friendship, but… you can't help thinking how hot Kyle is when he's jealous.

Maybe you'll have to tell him about your other exes?

You’d been arguing more and more recently, mostly about his job and you were basically at your limit. He had a dangerous mission coming up and you flat out told him if he went on it you’d leave him. He had previously promised to stop going on so many deployments, to start winding down and prioritising your relationship and future more, but he was still putting his job above you. Or at least that’s how you saw it. 

Even with your threat, he still agreed to go on the mission. It was both surprising and disappointing to you - you wanted him to pick you, but you knew he wouldn’t. You followed through with your plan, handing him the divorce papers the day before he left. He accepted them with a broken heart and a promise to sign them when he got home, giving you one last kiss before he went out the front door. 

He never got to fulfil his promise.

You’re his emergency contact, obviously, so you get the call. It feels like the ground falls from under your feet when you hear the words from Price - Johnny shot, hooked up on life support in a coma… You drive so fast to the hospital that you’ll probably get a speeding ticket. You don’t care.

When you get there and see him wrapped up in bandages and wires, your legs almost give out. He looks so fragile, so vulnerable. So unlike the man you love. You drift to the side of his bed, to the plastic chair the nurse left there, sinking down into it and immediately reaching out to take his hand in your own. You bring it to your forehead as the tears fall, whispering words of love and apology that you hope he can hear.

“LT! Catch!” Johnny’s voice is loud, carrying over the sound of the waves crashing. Simon turns his head, his hand shooting out to catch the ball before it can hit you. You laugh, shaking your head as Simon throws it back with a grunt, a little harder than necessary.

“Pack it in will you, lad?” John growls, looking up from his little book of crossword puzzles. He's sitting in a deck chair, his hat on and a cold beer in the sand beside him. It's rare to see the Captain so… relaxed, even if Johnny is disturbing his peace a little right now.

You watch as Kyle breaks the surface of the ocean, the water clinging to the muscles of his chest. “Look at him,” you whisper in awe, Simon humming in agreement behind you. Four sets of eyes track his movements as he exits the water and makes his way towards you.

"Why are you all staring?" Kyle asks, reaching for a towel to dry himself off. Johnny whistles, quickly snatching the towel away and shaking his head.

“Don't need that, Kyle," he purrs, his beach games all but forgotten. "We're enjoying the view." Simon rolls his eyes as John smacks the back of Johnny's head, but you all know it's true. Kyle is a very handsome man, especially dripping wet like some sort of Greek god. And he doesn't even seem to realise it.

Kyle rolls his eyes, letting out a snort as he flops down onto the sand beside John. "Oh, piss off," he scoffs, reaching for a beer from the cooler. John chuckles, closing his book and shaking his head. Fondly, of course.

"Sit down, Johnny," Simon says, shifting on the beach towel to make room for him. You squeal as Johnny all but launches himself towards the two of you, managing to settle himself in between your bodies. You sigh, leaning back against the sand and closing your eyes.

It's blissful. The sun warming your skin, the sound of the sea and your favourite people around you. A chance to relax and enjoy the summer.

"So," Johnny's voice cuts through the peaceful moment. "Who's up for skinny dipping?"

content: SMUT MDNI, robby makes you cry and jack makes up for it, oral (f receiving), pinv sex, slight dom/sub dynamics, jack calls himself daddy, bratty reader, f!reader

Jack looks up as you come shuffling into the room with puffy eyes and cheeks wet with tears. Your lips are set in a pout that lets him know what's wrong immediately - Robby made you cry. Again. "Oh, baby girl," he coos, beckoning you over to him. You crawl up into his lap, burying your face in the crook of his neck. "Shh, honey. Tell me what happened."

You sniffle, your voice muffled slightly by his skin. "Robby is so mean…" you complain, not even needing to go into any details over why he yelled at you in the first place. It doesn't matter what you did, Jack will always take your side and make it all better. That's the beauty of dating both men.

Ghost watches from the doorway as Gaz stands at the stove, humming some nameless tune as he cooks. He's wearing one of Ghost's old t-shirts, faded letters spelling out RILEY on the back, the fabric hanging a little lose on his body. Ghost feels his heart clench at the sight of him like this - domestic, peaceful, his.

Quietly, he pads across the kitchen tiles, his footsteps barely audible. He moves in behind Gaz, slipping his arms around the other mans waist, resting his chin on his shoulder. "Mornin'," he rasps, voice a little rough from sleep. Gaz tenses for a second - a soldiers instinct - then settles and leans back into the embrace. Ghost turns his head, pressing a lazy kiss against his neck.

"You know," Gaz starts, flipping a pancake in the pan. "For a big guy, you're awfully quiet when you walk. Living up to your name, huh?" He feels Ghost's chest rumble behind him with a sleepy chuckle, feels the puff of hot air against the back of his neck. Gaz is a tall guy, but when Ghost holds him like this… he feels small. And safe.

Ghost hums, shrugging as he squeezes Gaz to him. "Training," he mutters by way of explanation. He slips his hands under Gaz's his shirt, hands splaying out across his abs. "Come back to bed, Kyle," he mumbles, kissing the spot behind his ear that he knows makes him melt.

It works.

Gaz melts into him, his eyes fluttering closed and a sigh escaping him. Damn this man. He knows exactly how to get to him. "Si, it's almost nine," he says, trying to focus on the food in front of him and not the man at his back. "You can go wait in bed if you want—"

"No," Ghost growls, cutting him off. He doesn't want to be apart from Gaz right now. The big, scary Ghost is actually surprisingly… clingy. Especially in the mornings. "I'll stay here. With you."

Gaz simply smiles, content to finish making breakfast with Ghost attached to his back. It's not the first time, and he hopes it isn't the last time, either.

content: SMUT MDNI, nipple sucking, nipple piercings, f!reader

He's blunt about everything, even this. His face is completely blank when he answers the question, his tone blunt. He isn't afraid to point out your assets, either - his eyes will drop straight to your chest or if he's in a particular mood, he'll reach out and give one of your tits a squeeze. You'll be sitting there wide eyed, heat rapidly rising up your neck to your face.

And boy does he love your boobs…

They're his favourite place to rest his head after a long day, lying on top of you with his face nestled in your cleavage. He likes to play with them, too, like they're his own personal stress toys. Squeezing them, kneading them, biting them… anything. He looooves sucking on your nipples! You're not sure it's even sexual at this point, with the way his eyes glaze over if you start to stroke his hair.

He has to see your boobs when he fucks you. Even if you start out in a different position, you'll always end up flat on your back with him hovering above you. He likes to see if he can make you finish purely by touching your chest. He can. He'll pinch your nipples until you're practically crying before fucking you hard enough to make your tits bounce, just so he can watch them move.

Ghost also enjoys buying you things that accentuate and show off your chest. Lingerie, bikinis, dresses, tops… anything that he thinks you'll look good in. He makes you give him little shows, twirling around in next to nothing while he fists his cock, giving you the dirtiest comments possible.

you don't know how excited i was when i saw this request... god bless you anon

content: SMUT MDNI, size kink/size difference, scent kink, pinv sex, f!reader

Opie's weight above you is heavy, his body pressing you down into the mattress. It's almost suffocating, like you can't move or breathe. But this is exactly where you want to be.

"Feel so good, baby," he rasps into your ear, his voice rough and strained as he fucks you. Your hands roam across his back, feeling the lines of his ink beneath your fingertips and the way his muscles flex with each roll of his hips. You can't help but dig your nails in slightly, leaving scratches in his skin every time he hits that special spot inside you.

"Fuck," you gasp, your body writhing beneath him. The room smells of sex, sweat and smoke. It's a combination that sounds dirty and disgusting, but to you it's heaven. To you, it's Opie. "Don't stop, please don't stop—"

Opie growls from above you, his hands moving to grasp your thighs. He shoves your legs wider apart, allowing more room for his bulk. More room for him to fuck you deeper and harder. His fingers press into your skin, no doubt leaving marks that will blossom into bruises tomorrow. "Never," he replies, capturing your lips in a deep kiss that steals your breath. "Not gonna stop… not until you break f'me…"

ive actually drafted out the same premise with each of them and still can’t pick sooooo ill let you guys have the honours

i have never done a poll before i hope this works lol

thinking about Gaz who you don't really know, but go to the same gym as. he's there almost every night, usually using the treadmills or training with weights. it doesn't matter what equipment he uses - you watch him anyway.

your favourite time of year becomes summer, because he always works out topless when it gets warm. is it creepy to watch him, to follow the sweat beading down his abs and the way his muscles ripple with each movement? maybe, but that doesn't stop you.

you think he doesn't notice you, but he does. he's a soldier, after all. he's trained to notice things.

and maybe because he knows you're watching, he emphasises some of his actions a little more than necessary. stretching slower so you can see the lines of his body. making more noise when he lifts weights, making sure you can hear him grunting. putting on his shirt slowly so you can savour the sight of him for longer.

sometimes it's just too much. you feel your stomach tighten and your blood heating up, your skin tingling with desire. Gaz watches you sneak off to the showers, knowing that you're going to 'cool off'.

requests are still open and i’m working my way through them currently <3 i’m loving writing at the moment and the creativity is flowing! full info to request here

also starting to plan my kinktober list for this year so if you have any specific characters&kinks you guys wanna see… drop me an ask 🤭

thank you so much to everyone who has liked any of my posts!!! cannot say that enough ❤️

firm believer in bush lovers 141, but this was fun to write hehe

Price is a mature man - body hair doesn't bother him. I mean, look at him! He has enough of it himself. If you want to have a full bush, he's more than fine with it. However, if you want to shave, he's cool with that too. He'll definitely pay for your waxing appointments and 'inspect' you when you get home. Or he'll help you shave yourself. Although… shaving with Price always ends up with him eating you out all night and definitely giving you beard burn. Not that you're complaining, though.

Gaz is a lover of self care and pampering both you and himself in general. He loves nights in with you when he can shave your legs and if you want him to, your pussy. He's soooo good at it, too. He uses all the right products and likes to shave cute little patterns, like hearts. It's incredibly sensual and intimate. You definitely end up retreating to the bedroom so he can worship your body some more. He loves you with a bush, but he really adores you with a landing strip.

Ghost couldn't care less, honestly. The man is obsessed with you and doesn't even notice at first - he'll be fucking you as normal and then think 'something feels different'. He gets huffy if you tell him you got it waxed because he doesn't like the idea of someone else seeing you so exposed. He looks up how to shave and offers to do it for you himself, but you've seen the nicks he gets on his neck when he shaves his beard… there's no way you're letting him near you with a blade.

Simon pauses outside of the Captain's office, the sound of muffled voices drifting to him through the door. A woman, speaking softly. The voice feels… vaguely familiar to him, but he can't put his finger on why. With a shrug, he knocks twice on the door before swinging it open and stepping inside.

Immediately, his eyes land on you. He knew the Captain had a daughter, but he didn't know you were… fucking hot. You flash him a smile before leaning in to kiss Price's cheek. "Bye, daddy. Enjoy your lunch." Simon grunts as you brush past him, trying his best not to stare at your ass as you walk away. He's stronger than that, he tells himself.

That night, Simon is lying on his bed when his phone pings with a notification that never fails to get his blood pumping - 'cherrydaze is now LIVE!' . Even just reading that username makes his cock harden. He quickly taps on the banner and his screen fills with those familiar cherry print sheets. One hand grips his phone while the other reaches down, fingers wrapping around the base of his length while he waits to hear her sweet voice.

"You guys won't believe what happened to me today," Simon freezes, his eyes snapping open as he hears that voice. Your voice, to be exact. Price's daughter. "There was this huge guy, and he was wearing like… a mask!" you giggle, shifting the camera closer to your pussy. Simon can barely focus on the images he's seeing, too preoccupied with the fact his favourite faceless camgirl is apparently also his Captain's kid.

A moan fills Simon's ears, his fingers squeezing his dick as he watches you spread open your cunt on screen and circle your clit with a finger. "I wish it was him touching me right now," you purr, and Simon thinks he might explode right then. You're talking about him. You're playing with yourself, wishing it was him.

He's never been so hard in his life.

The sight and sounds of you pleasuring yourself combine with this newfound knowledge of you wanting him, making Simon stroke his cock harder and faster than usual. When he finishes, it's more intense than he's ever fucking experienced before, ropes of white painting his stomach as he grunts and groans.

He watches through hooded eyes as you present your sticky fingers to the camera, a growl rumbling in his chest. Those should be his fingers. And, he realises, they can be. You're not anonymous to him anymore - he knows exactly who's behind 'cherrydaze' now. He knows your name. He can easily find out where you live, can find you and give you exactly what it is you've been asking for.

i saw the words sugar daddy and got carried away... enjoy

content: SMUT MDNI, frank calls himself daddy, he's divorced!, pinv sex, tiny bit of fingering n oral, f!reader

Since the divorce, Frank found himself with a lot of free time on his hands. And, surprisingly, money. His salary is good, he's no longer paying for a four bedroom house and he only has to spend half as much on his kids as he used to. So, he started a new investment - you.

"This one is my favourite," you say as you twirl in the new dress you bought yourself with his card today. Well, one of the dresses you got today. Frank doesn't care how many you buy; he's happy to spoil you and encourages it, in fact. You always have good taste, too, picking cute little outfits that make him hard in an instant. "What do you think?" you ask, fluttering your eyelashes as you look at him.

All Frank can think is how badly he wants to rip that fabric off of you and fuck you.

this is delicious i hope i managed to deliver everything hehe ;)

content: SMUT MDNI, creampie, overstimulation, idk its just dirty lol

Boyfriend König who just loves you soooo much that he can't help but overstimulate you both when he fucks you :((

He's got you face down on the bed, his whole damn body weight pressing you into the mattress as he bullies his fat cock in and out of your cunt. There's a creamy ring around the base thanks to how many times you've both already come, the slick noises almost obscene.

"Schatz… you feel so good…" he slurs the words into your ear, completely drunk on the sex and on you. He shifts slightly, one hand sliding underneath you to angle your hips up, allowing him to fuck you deeper. His other arm loops around your neck, his meaty muscles almost choking you as he pulls your face out of the pillow you'd buried it in. König whimpers when your sweet noises fill the room again, his hips stuttering in their rhythm.

Somehow, you're on the edge of yet another orgasm, your body worked up into a goddamn frenzy. "König! Too much," you gasp, your body tensing up beneath him. He growls, feeling the way you clench even tighter around his sensitive dick, sucking him in. He's so addicted to you, so obsessed with the feeling of you. His thrusts speed up again, his hips hitting your ass with each punishing movement that pushes you closer and closer to your high. You finally come with a high pitched mewl, followed by a broken sob. Your body twitches, your cunt pulsing wildly, every nerve in your body overwhelmed.

The sensation makes König almost fucking blackout. You feel so good that he can't stop himself from fucking into you faster as he feels his own release nearing. "Ah, maus," he whines, biting at your neck as he lets go. His whole body shudders as he floods you with what seems like an endless supply of his seed, his cock twitching inside you until it's empty. You feel his body grow limp, crushing you beneath a solid wall of muscle. Even now, with both of you exhausted and overstimulated, his hips are still moving in slow grinds that have you whimpering beneath him.

Once his vision and mind clears somewhat, he pushes himself up and reluctantly pulls out with a hiss. His dick feels raw - it's been milked dry by you, by his insatiable need for you. König watches hungrily as a smear of your combined juices slides from your puffy, well used hole and drips down your thigh.