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.

ooooo okay!! so Graves is a Leo sun, Gemini moon and maybe a Scorpio rising?? or at least that’s what i think

random headcanon is that he claims to think horoscopes and zodiac signs are ‘bullshit’ but he secretly reads his weekly horoscopes and enjoys looking at zodiac memes when he should be working LOL

Price is a master at forehead and head kisses in general. One of his big hands cupping the back of your head as he leans in to press a firm kiss against the skin of your forehead. He loves when you're in bed together, spooning you from behind as he kisses the top of your head and breathes in the scent of you. Something about a forehead kiss makes Price feel in control, makes him feel like the protector. He knows that he can keep you safe in his arms.

Gaz loves to kiss your hands because it's smooth and such a gentlemanly thing to do. He claims it's the most intimate place to kiss. Whether he's holding your hands while you're walking down the street, he's helping you out of the car or you're feeding him something. He kisses your palm, your fingers and your knuckles. He also loves to kiss the inside of your wrist, right where your pulse point is, feeling the flutter of your heart beneath his lips that gives away how much he affects you.

Ghost is a classic mouth kisser. His lips might be chapped and scarred, but they somehow feel like heaven against your own. He always gives you a long, deep kiss before he goes on deployments, like he's trying to memorise the feel of you. When he gets home he does the same, sighing against your lips. It's a reminder that you're real and alive. When you kiss him back, tongues meeting in a dance as old as time, it proves that despite all his flaws, you still love him.

this was such a fun request!! not sure if this is exactly headcanons because i got a little carried away with it but enjoy! 🫣

Honestly, Phillip will have been flirting with you for so long before he actually falls for you that it takes him a while to realise it. It probably hits him one day when he sees someone else flirt with you and a hot rage settles in his stomach. How dare someone else try to make you smile like he does? That's when he knows he's in love with you, but more than that… he has to make you his.

And he won't waste any time in doing that.

There's no phase of denial for Phil, no wondering if you want him too. He goes straight to trying to woo you. Huge bouquets of flowers start arriving at your door, a handwritten card with a compliment on tucked beneath a piece of ribbon. Every time you see him, he's puffing his chest out and showing off to you. He's not shy about giving you expensive gifts - jewellery, bags, clothes… whatever he knows you like.

One day, a fancy car comes to pick you up for some extravagant date he's arranged. That's when you tell him that he doesn't need to do all of this. All the showing off isn't exactly the way to win someones heart. This news is like a revelation to Phil. A big slap in the face. What do you mean the excessive flirting, the cheesy lines and the money he's thrown at you aren't what you want? When you explain that it's him you care about, not all the other stuff, his jaw snaps shut as he has the second biggest realisation of his life.

That he's an idiot.

After that, he shows you he loves you in smaller ways. A hand on your back in crowds. His eyes always finding yours in a room. Memorising your favourite orders and the little things you mention you want. Making you smile.

content: SMUT MDNI, jealousy, messy relationship??, making out and fingering in a storage closet lol, f!reader

The last thing you expected when you walked into work this morning was to end up pinned to the door of a storage room with your ex girlfriend’s fingers knuckle deep inside you. Then again, you didn’t expect to find out the new attending was your ex, either.

“Baran,” you gasp, her name both a curse and a prayer on your tongue. You hand is fisted in her hair, fingers tangled around the curls you love so much. Her lips are pressed against your neck, her teeth lightly grazing your skin. Every time she crooks her fingers, you moan, hoping no one outside this room can hear you.

Baran smiles against your neck, dragging her lips up to your own. “Shh, baby,” she whispers, kissing you and muffling your sounds of pleasure with her mouth. “Don’t want anyone to hear you, do we?” That’s not exactly true. A part of her does want people to hear, to know that you’re hers.

rules & requests!

requests are OPEN

characters/fandoms i (currently) write for:

call of duty - simon ghost riley, john price, kyle gaz garrick, john soap mactavish, könig, phillip graves, valeria, kate laswell + nikolai

the pitt - michael robinavitch, jack abbot, frank langdon, cassie mckay, baran al-hashimi, trinity santos, mel king, dana evans, samira mohan, victoria javadi, parker ellis, jesse van horn + brendon park

sons of anarchy - jax teller, opie winston, juice ortiz, happy lowman, tig trager + chibs telford

the walking dead - rick grimes, daryl dixon, + negan smith

andrew ‘pope’ cody

joel miller

ships - can't list them all here, but i have written ghoap, pricegaz, poly!141 and rabbot. happy to write others!

rules:

i'll write most genres, like fluff, angst, smut... just specify in the ask which you'd like!! this also applies to headcanons and AU's - feel free to get creative!

i'm happy to write both f!reader and gn!reader, but please let me know if you want one or the other. add any quirks, appearance or personality traits you want, or give me free reign

dark topics are welcome, but if anything makes me uncomfortable i will just delete it! don't be shy to send unhinged and horny asks ;)

any homophobic, racist, sexist, or otherwise hateful messages aimed at me or others will be deleted

if there's a character not on my list that you'd like something written for, ask! there's a good chance i'll be willing to write for them lol

content: SMUT MDNI, basically just Soap being obsessed with your tits, f!reader

Boobs. The answer is boobs. Soap loves them, your boobs especially. In fact, he loves them to the point of worship.

He practically drools when you wear lowcut tops and dresses, no matter how much cleavage is on show. Just a sliver is enough to get him hard. He loooooves leaving hickeys across your chest and seeing them peek out from beneath your clothes. And if you wear necklaces - or better yet, his dog tags - that nestle in the valley between your breasts? Yeah, he's dragging you to the nearest bathroom to take care of the problem in his pants.

When you're at home, your tits are never safe from him. If you're cooking or washing up, he'll come up behind you, pressing sloppy kisses to your neck while his hands slip under your shirt to grope at you. If you're lying on the couch, he's gonna bury his face in between your tits and use them as a pillow. He loves when you shower together or share a bath so he can lather you up, focusing on your chest for longer than necessary.

Cowgirl is his favourite position purely for the view. His pupils will be blown out wide as he watches you move above him like some sort of goddess. He'll either be reaching up to grab handfuls of your flesh, or leaning in to lavish them with his mouth. Likes to pinch and suck your nipples until you squirm. You gave him a boob job one time and he barely lasted a minute. Not that you minded.

So, whenever Soap answers that question with what you know is a lie, you silently roll your eyes. He's a boob man everyday of the week.

hi anon!! yes i do write for ghoap and am open to requests for them :))

probably should have added this into my list and i will go back and edit it but i will write for a lot of different ships like basically any of 141 shipped with each other <3

content: angst, rogue Price, military inaccuracies oops

“I told you, Simon,” you repeat for what feels like the hundredth time today, your voice weary, “I don’t know where John is.”

Simon watches you from across the table. The interrogation table. You can hardly believe you’re here, being treated like some war criminal all because your husband abandoned you for revenge. They keep telling you you’re not in trouble and that you’ll only be here for a few hours, but you’re losing hope. Especially when Simon looks at you like that.

“I don’t believe you,” he states flatly, his fingers drumming against the table. He’s desperate. “Price must have told you something. Anything. We just need a lead, love.” A lead, like it’s that simple.

You shake your head, looking up at the ceiling. “He’d never put me in danger like that,” you whisper, feeling the emotion build up inside you. “You know he wouldn’t. I know he’s fucked up, but you and I both know he’s doing this for the right reasons.” You level your gaze with Simon, your eyes raw and honest. “Let me go home. Please. This hasn’t been easy for me, or the family.”

You see a tiny flicker in his eyes, sympathy maybe. Perhaps guilt, even. He leans back with a sigh, slowly nodding before getting to his feet. “I’ll drive you back,” he says, resting his hand on your lower back as he guides you out of the room.

You say goodbye on your doorstep, with a hug and a promise to phone him if you hear anything from your husband. Then you’re alone in the house you that, up until a few days ago, you shared with John.

It feels too quiet, too empty without him. The smell of him - the combination of bourbon, cigars and gun smoke - is already fading away. You do everything you would do on a normal day, but the absence of John feels like a physical in your chest. Nothing about this is normal.

By the time evening rolls around, you double check that the front door is locked before closing all the curtains in the house. You make sure that the whole house is secure and safe, even though you can see the unmarked car parked across the street. Watching you and your house for any sign of John.

With a sigh, you retreat to your bedroom. The bed feels too big without John sharing it, his clothes still hanging in the wardrobe. You perch on the edge of the bed, watching as the clock on the sideboard ticks towards 9pm. Your fingers play with the necklace you’re wearing as you wait, a gift from John on your first wedding anniversary.

Then, as soon as the hour ticks over, the phone rings. Right on time.

Not the landline. Not your mobile.

You drag the suitcase from under the bed, digging under the clothes to pull out the black brick of a phone. Untraceable and unidentifiable. Your hand is steady as you press it to your ear, a slight smile tugging at your lips as the familiar voice of your husband fills your ear.

“Hello, darling,” John murmurs into the phone, his voice crackling thanks to wherever he currently is. “Miss me?”

hi anon!! i'll be honest and say that i'd never heard this song before, but i had a listen and i hope that this is fitting... i actually loved writing it even though it hurt </3 part two maybe???

content: angst, trinity santos is bad at feelings, lil argument, f!reader, bad communication and unspoken feelings. 911 words

The evening sun shines through the blinds, painting the room in soft shades of pink and orange, but all Trinity can focus on is you. On the way the light catches your eyes or the way your whole face lights up when you laugh at something on the TV. All she can feel is the heat of your body against her own and the way her heart is beating in her chest like it wants to break free. 

“Hey,” she blurts out suddenly, her voice cutting through the sound of whatever shitty movie is playing. It’s a Saturday night that’s become a routine for the two of you - movie and takeout at Trinity’s apartment. You turn your face away from the screen, an eyebrow raised in question. 

The words are right there on her tongue. Just a few fucking simple words. It shouldn’t be this hard for her to say them, not after the shit she deals with at work everyday. But a gunshot wound isn’t half as scary as the thought of losing you. It’s not even about rejection; she could deal with that. You walking out of her life? That would destroy her. 

She doubts you feel the same way about her as she feels about you.

this is so so cute and i absolutely loved writing it!!! i’m now obsessed with gaz x field medic!reader and i’ve already started a part two… if anyone wants it hehe

content: injury/gunshot wound but i’m not a doctor so it’s probably medically inaccurate, military inaccuracies too most likey, field medic!reader, fluff <333

“I’m fine, sir,” Gaz hisses out as Price all but drags him across the sand and into the tent. “It doesn’t even, fuck, hurt!” He’s lying through his teeth, the pain from the gunshot wound radiating from his shoulder down his arm. The bullet is still in there, luckily, and the blood flow has been stemmed by some hastily applied bandages.

Price grunts as he guides Gaz into one of the cots, a hand resting on his good shoulder. “Shut up, Garrick,” he growls out, already signalling for a medic to come over. “You have a bloody bullet in your arm!” Gaz knows he needs medical attention, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it. He wants to be out there, fighting alongside his brothers. Not here in this makeshift hospital, lying here like a useless victim.

He’s about to argue this, his mouth open and the words on the tip of his tongue when he sees you. His jaw snaps shut, the pain in his shoulder momentarily forgotten. You must be an angel, he thinks for a second, because surely someone as beautiful as you couldn’t be a medic. Not here, not now. He’s not that lucky.

content: SMUT MDNI, literally just oral, lil bit of overstimulation, f!reader

John Price eats pussy like it's his last meal on earth and he's been starving for years.

You're lying on the bed, the silk sheets cool behind your back and the plush pillows soft beneath your head as John kisses his way down your body. His lips trace a path down the valley of your breasts, over your stomach and hips until he's settled between your thighs. Two rough, meaty hands keep your legs spread open for him, fingers digging into soft flesh hard enough to bruise.

John presses a kiss against your clit, chuckling at the way your hips twitch at the contact. “There she is,” he purrs at your pussy, greeting it like it’s an old friend. He gives you one, two kitten licks that almost trick you into thinking that maybe tonight he won’t be so… intense.

Then he dives in for real and you know he was just teasing you.

He groans at the taste of you, the sound vibrating through your sensitive flesh and adding to the sensations. His tongue pushes past your folds, eagerly lapping up your juices. John can feel how wet you are, your slick dripping into his moustache and beard. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling hard on the strands as your thighs tremble around his face.

One of his hands moves down your leg to your ankle, pushing your leg back to open you up to him even more. “Fuckin’ delicious,” he growls, pulling back to look at your blissed out face for a second before going right back to his feast. His lips close around your clit, sucking until you’re squirming and whining. He uses his teeth, just a slight graze that makes you yelp.

He knows that you’re close, doubling down on his efforts. His tongue moves faster, harder as he shakes his head, his nose bumping against your clit with each movement. You know he’s going to give you goddamn beard burn with the way his stubble scrapes against your thighs, but the added friction is just another layer to the pleasure he’s bringing you. He holds you down as your orgasm crashes into you, your high pitched moans mixing with his own grunts as he continues to eat you out and prolong your pleasure.

Even when the wave passes, leaving you trembling and breathing heavily on the bed, John doesn’t stop. His cock is so hard that it’s almost painful, his hips rutting against the mattress to try and relieve the ache. You gasp when his tongue flicks your sensitive clit, your hips twitching as overstimulation creeps in. “John, I-I can’t,” you whine, hands pushing at his head. “‘s too much!”

John pulls back, his hand rubbing your thigh. “Shh, pretty girl,” he coos, kissing just below your navel. “I’m not finished yet.” You cry out as his mouth descends on you once more, pleasure heating back up inside you.

this is NOT weird at all i love this idea soooo much!! honestly might expand on it more in the future 👀

content: SMUT MDNI, musk/scent kink, degrading comments from Ghost LOL

Soap is very into it and encourages you to indulge in it. The first time he caught you sniffing his shirt after he’d been at the gym, his dick hardened at the sight. Just the thought of you being that into him that you love his scent… he fucking loves it. He’ll purposely sweat into his clothes and deliver them to you with a smirk, asking if you’ll let him watch you sniff them. 

Gaz is probably the least into it. I feel like he loves things clean and tidy, so if he catches you smelling his clothes… he’ll be a little weirded out. But, he wouldn’t judge you for it (too much) and wouldn’t be annoyed. Everyone has their kinks, in his mind. He might make a point to clean his clothes more regularly, though. Just in case.

Price doesn’t really get it, but he’ll let you do it. When he catches you, he'll cross his arms and make you explain exactly what it is you're doing with his clothes. He likes to watch you squirm and blush as you stutter through you words, smirking down at you and occasionally chuckling. Shakes his head, but ultimately shrugs it off and let's you carry on doing it.

* = smut | updated 5/6/26

KINKTOBER 2025

CALL OF DUTY

the boys know something is wrong as soon as they open the front door. there's no music playing, not even the tv. no smell of cooking from the kitchen. and you're not there to greet them, yapping about your day.

"lovie?" Simon calls out into the house. no response. all three guys immediately look to John, knowing that he's in charge when these things happen. he nods silently, pulling off his heavy boots and quietly making his way deeper into the house.

John finds you in the 'den' - a cosy room that's basically a smaller version of the lounge. it's where you always go when you need to reset. tonight you're curled up on the couch, a weighted blanket draped over you. John sighs, crouching down to your level and gently brushing his fingers against your arm. "hey, sweetheart," he whispers, knowing to keep his voice low. "bad day, huh?"

you nod, not going into anymore detail than that. you don't need to. John carefully pulls the blanket from you and slides his arms under you, lifting you up. you close your eyes, relaxing a little in his hold as he carries you upstairs to the bedroom.

Kyle has already closed the curtains and put your favourite lamp on. he smiles when he sees you, speaking softly, "movie, or just quiet?" he asks as John lays you down on the bed.

"quiet," you respond as Johnny crawls onto the bed beside you. he waits for you to give him the okay before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you against his warm body and squeezing you just enough. he's like your own personal weighted and heated blanket. better than a blanket, really.

Simon brings you some tea, leaving it on the bedside table before he and Kyle silently slip out of the room. the two of them will cook something they know you'll eat and take care of the other chores you weren't up to doing today. Johnny will hold you for as long as you need him to, until the world stops feeling like it's too much.

"rest, love," John's voice rumbles as you brushes his fingers through your hair. "we've got you."

and that's more than enough.