mare

Hello!! I’m Mare, I’m 24, and I’m fairly new to Tumblr (haven’t been on here since 2016). I made this blog to try my hand at writing fanfiction, most of my work so far has contained smut and has been focusing on Call of Duty content because I’m obsessed and feral for Price and Ghost.

I am more than open to requests and would love to hear your feedback on all and any of my work!! Get in my inbox I don’t bite ;)

Here’s the masterlist to all my work thus far:

🌸= f!reader 💕=fluff 💗= smut

💓=fluff with smut

❤️‍🩹= angst

cw: body worship, f!reader, praise kink, established relationship, chubby/curvy reader description, breeding kink mentioned.

John Price who doesn’t shut up during sex. The man spends all day barking out orders and reprimands, when he gets home to the missus it turns into soft, murmured praises.

He’s got you in bed splayed out and in the lingerie he’s bought you. The way he got there to begin with was by sweet talking you out of your clothes, out of the regular underwear you had on, and into the new lacy white set of panties and bralette. He had walked through the door with that bag in hand and was a man on a mission.

He doesn’t take off the set, instead he pushes it aside so it’s still decorating your body but he’s got access to all his favorite spots on you.

And you know what those spots are because he does not shut up about them. He’ll start at your ankles, yes your ankles, massaging your Achilles and gliding his hands up your calves. His calloused hands squeeze at your plush flesh up and down for a while before he takes one of your legs and drapes it over his shoulder. He’ll kiss the tops of your feet, your ankles, your shins, until he’s lowered himself down to have his head between your thighs. His mustache bristling against your skin making you shiver.

His words are muffled against your flesh, hot breath against your skin as he coos “love these legs, baby,” and plant a kiss between his praises.

“Love sittin’ here between these thighs,” a squeeze at the fat of your thighs.

“Want you smotherin’ me with ‘em, my perfect girl,” a nip of his teeth at the tender flesh.

You’ve got to be patient with him, because he’ll take his damn sweet time, and he insist you don’t rush him because “baby I’ve needed this all fuckin’ day, so be good for me, yeah?”

And you can’t complain when he’s finally got his mouth latched at your cunt. Panties pushed aside and soaked, while his mouth engulfs your mound. He licks circles around your clit, suckling the sensitive bud with hollowed cheeks. Without even breaking away he’ll continue to purr.

“Y’got such a pretty pussy, darling…can’t get enough of how good she tastes,” his lips coated and sticky with your slick, “could cum just from tasting you.”

His hands pin your hips down so he can work efficiently without your squirming. You’d think the only time he’s quiet is when he’s eating you out but far from it. He doesn’t need words to tell you how much he loves going down on you, he’ll tell you through muffled moans and whimpers that send vibrations up your spine. Satisfied hums of appreciation for you as he’s making out with your cunt, eyes hazy and pupils blown because the man is utterly lost in you.

He’s not moving past that until you’ve cum, and it’s only the first time out of many. His beard completely saturated in your climax, not even bothering to wipe himself clean as he’s trailing hot, wet kisses up your body.

He’ll kiss your tummy, kneading and pawing at the tenderness there as he kisses it.

“My gorgeous girl’s soft belly,” his grip is almost bruising, “love holdin’ onto you to fuck you good…can’t wait till I have this pretty belly all round n’ full,” and he’ll chuckle cause all this man wants is for you to be knocked up and all his.

He’ll take your tits into his hands and knead at the soft peaks. He likes teasing you by making them jiggle before his thumb’s caressing and flicking at the sensitive buds.

“Fuck, these perfect fuckin’ tits, baby,” his index and thumb pinch together to tug at them, “how can all of you be so fuckin’ pretty like this, hm? So soft, wanna devour my sweet girl.”

He takes your breasts into his mouth, one by one. Sucking at them with a loud pop, coating them in saliva, and flicking at your nipples with his tongue. All whilst still kneading them in his palms. He’ll nibble at them lightly and when he’s got you jotting and whining about it all he’ll do is give you a condescending chuckle before he’s doing it again, because he knows it’s just your theatrics and you love it when he’s a little mean to them.

When he moves on it’s to your neck, peppering kisses up the column of your throat. Each side gets equal attention, then your jaw, and then your cheeks. He’s got your cheeks clasped in his large hand, making your lips pout. Before he kisses them he’s gotta get a good look at you, all flushed and dopey with desire.

“My girl is just so god damn gorgeous, ain’t she?,” and he’ll kiss you with so much adoration. Between every kiss he’s praising you, calling you my angel, my sweetheart, my darling doll, my beauty.

Somehow he gets even more talkative when he’s finally fucking you. Cock buried deep and pace unrelenting. He’s upright, chest puffed and flushed red as he’s pummeling his hips into you. He’s got that vice grip on your thighs again as he holds them firm around his waist. His eyes are trained on you, watching carefully as if memorizing you. He’s absolutely enamored with how you look while he fucks you.

“Feels so fuckin’ good bein’ inside you. You take my cock so well, hon. She fits my cock like a glove, don’t ya think? Ah, baby, gonna make me cum just from lookin’ at you.”

He’s a blabbering, groaning mess and he still won’t stop talking. Somehow, he’s even more talkative the more desperate and closer he gets to finishing.

He’s got you on your belly, hips clashing against your ass. Smacked red, bitten, and praised, all in pure adoration. His hands are in your hips, arching your back and slamming them down against his own with every thrust.

“Tell me how much you like it, sweetheart, go on.” and all you can do is stutter out a so good, love it so much, between whines and cries. It drives him fucking insane to see you like this.

“Such a good girl, so good for me,” and he becomes more and more incoherent as he’s nearing his own orgasm.

“Like when I fuck you like this? Love watchin’ your arse bounce on my cock, hon, fuckin’ takin’ all o’ me. Christ, baby, wanna cover you in my cum, yeah. Wanna— fuckk— wanna keep fuckin’ you but m’ gonna cum, a’right? Want you to tell me where to cum, love.”

And when you say the magic words, when you grant him that permission, he’s spurting his spend all over your ass and lower back with a hoarse, choked out moan.

To me he slightly resembles Samuel Roukin

The boys were boys after all, and they had a knack for locker room talk about any attractive female soldier on base. It was a regular occurrence, like a different girl for every calendar month.

Ghost tended to be the most quiet but there would be a quip here and there. Meanwhile Kyle and Soap would be the dogs. The one to completely isolate from their talks would be Price. He’d be the voice of reason most of the time, telling them off when they got rowdy or shrugging at them dismissively.

Neither Soap nor Kyle cared about the older men’s eye rolls and reprimands, they’d keep going at it amongst themselves if neither Price nor Ghost would listen.

But there was a particular comment they’d make that was a running joke between the three of them against the Captain.

“Ah, sorry Price, forgot you’ve only got eyes for the pen pusher.”

You worked in the logistics department. And to say you were not a pen pusher would be a lie, because quite literally that was your sole responsibility. You answered to all four men, technically, but the only one you sought out was Price. Primarily because he was relatively fair to you compared to the other three.

He’d make eye contact with you, puff his chest when speaking to you with a cocky yet attentive posture. His face would be adorned with a sly smirk while listening to you blabber about shipments and cargo and routes and whatnot. Truthfully, the way he eyed you was almost predatory at times. No wonder the boys would tease him.

You didn’t think much of it; you didn’t perceive yourself as exactly a 10 like the other women on base. Plus, your getup of a pencil skirt, thick lensed glasses, and frumpy cardigan weren’t exactly oozing sex appeal.

Because of that, the boys would make a joke of Price’s interactions with you. Everyone had eyes, and everyone could see John was a dashing man. Rugged, tall, handsome and brawny. He could have any woman on base he wanted to. To the boys, a man like him would not or should not look twice at the dowdy logistics girl. That made the jokes about you two the funniest to them. Just jokes after all, no truth to them.

If they were talking about how much they fancied the new recruit, with a build fresh out of boot camp, they’d say something along the lines of “The captain’s not interested, he likes his birds behind a desk instead.”

Little did they know, Price did like you behind a desk. In fact, he liked you against a desk, more so bent over a desk. His desk.

He liked you here with that unflatteringly long skirt hiked up and bunched at your waist. He liked how you stood there with your legs pushed apart, bracing yourself with your palms against his desk. He liked the way you had your ass exposed to him, so welcoming. Especially after he’d torn apart the old pantyhose you wore under said skirt, making a perfect entryway for him to paw at the flesh of your ass and neatly push your panties to the side for him to slide into you.

The boys would talk about all the filthy things they’d do to their Girl of the Month. But, no, the Captain only makes sweet love to his little bookworm.

They’d never believe the sight of him taking hold of your hips to piston his cock into you. The obscene sound of his hips colliding against your ass, turning the skin red and tender with just the force he used to fuck you. Fucking you so hard you’d have to shift your stance to grip at the opposite edge of the desk, holding on for dear life. So hard the desk would creak and skid away from you.

The boys would comment on how Price wouldn’t dare make a move on someone that answers to him, that’s too much of an HR violation. They’d go the extra mile to tease that the captain would wait till marriage.

So they’d never believe it if someone were to tell them that he was all up in your guts, cock pummeling your cervix and him growling about how he was gonna fuck you in his office as many times and as you could take. “Gonna fuck this pretty cunt till it can’t take any more cum, hon. Don’t worry, I’ll sign the maternity leave for ya when ya make me a daddy,” he’d chuckle with unrelenting thrusts and relish in the way you whine at the thought of being filled to the brim by your superior.

tw! anal + DP

Price is under you. Sweaty, toned belly sticky against your own. You cheek meets his hairy chest, also dampened, and the scent of musk and tobacco floods your nostrils as your cheek rests against the cushion of his hairy pecs.

You’re absolutely demolished, exhausted. A sheen of sweat all over your body and making your hair stick to your forehead. You’ve been at it for hours. Sore, reddened, and even bruised deliciously. You’ve practically collapsed on top of your Captain. Ragged breaths and blown pupils under barely-opened eyes. He’s rubbing your back in soothing circles. His beard is bristling against the skin of your forehead as he plants comforting kisses and whispers praises you can hardly make out.

He’s buried deep inside of your pussy, you can practically feel him in the pit of your stomach. He’s hardly moving, only a lazy roll of his hips under you to make the head of his cock kiss your cervix.

Your senses are so overwhelmed you don’t know where you end and he begins

Mostly because Ghost is there too, adding more sensations to your nerve endings. He’s behind you, between Price’s wide-spread thighs, and his cock is rutting in and out of your asshole. He’s massive, it’s almost unfair that he’s the one conquering your tightest, most sensitive hole. Both men have overtaken your body.

Ghost is putting the work, as he’s the one languidly thrusting into you, the motion making Price’s shaft sheath in and out of you by proxy. Ghost is trying his damnedest to be gentle, to go slow so you won’t break. And you can tell he himself is trying to not break by the way his panting breaths rasp out in desperate groans, by the way his hands grip and knead at the fat of your ass and hinge of your hips. Your lower back is arched, allowing for your two men to take advantage of the two entrances you’ve got to offer.

This is the most tender you’ve been, the three of you together in harmony for once. No competition, no jealousy, no tug of war for anyone’s possession.

Ghost fucks you tenderly like a lover. Price comforts you and praises how well you take them, how good you are for them, how much he loves you for welcoming both of them like this. You could call this making love in its most profound definition, no matter how unconventional.

Ghost is waiting for the magic words, from you and from the Captain. Price hooks his finger under your chin and tilts it lightly, tipping your head to make you look at him. You’re fucked out of your mind, kiss-bruised lips glossy with drool and remnants of the skull fucking you’d received just moments ago. Price’s thumb wipes at your lips, tender and agape. He tucks your hair behind your ear, and holds your cheek fondly before he kisses you with delicate care.

“Ready, baby?” He coos. You can only nod and muster a raspy yes in response. But that’s all he needs, “good girl,” he praises. And that’s all Ghost needs to hear before his pace picks up. His thrusts increase in speed in increments, making sure to be kind to you, to make sure you feel good and comfortable first and foremost. He’s not there to selfishly seek his own pleasure, he’s there to make you cum before either men can think of their own releases.

His pace makes your ass ripple as his hips slap against your skin. Wet, squelching noises and the contact of skin are an orchestra vocalized by your moans. You feel his hands slide up and down the sides of your body, his own subtle form of comfort. You hear him muttering and whining behind you, “so good, sweetheart, so good…so good…s’good”.

Price’s hands are in your scalp, scratching at your temples and the nape of your neck. His lips peppering your face. His cock sliding in and out, in and out, at a quicker pace as he meets Ghost’s rhythm.

You’re flooded with overwhelming pleasure. You feel like your body’s set on fire. You feel Ghost shift his posture, now with his torso against your back and bracing himself with his arms on each side of you and Price. You feel the cold wetness of his lips against your scorching hot skin on your back. He kisses your spine, your shoulder blades. His breath is hot against you, as he plants sloppy open mouthed kisses. His chants shift to love you’s and thank you’s.

You crane your neck to kiss him with the last remaining energy you have. It’s messy and wet. You then turn back to Price, whose hand cradles Ghost’s cheek and yours in the other, and you kiss the man bellow you with equal affection.

You’re almost there, almost there. Just a little more. Ghost’s balls slap against where you and Price are joining together. Price is the first to succumb to the pleasure, his hips stuttering and straying from the rhythm as he spills his cum inside of you. It seems out of your pussy, frothy at the base of his shaft.

That only gets you closer, and Ghost can tell as you tighten and pulsate all your muscles. Price is softening but still plugging his cum into you. The man growls as he feels your cunt close its walls once you finally break. The pit in your stomach crumbles, and you feel the wave of your orgasm physically shake you. Your body goes limp as you quake, and Ghost immediately, and finally, cums inside of you. You catch a glimpse of his forearms shaking as he can barely keep himself up. His mouth is pressed against your back and you feel the vibration of his whimpers as he moans through his orgasm. The two of you a symphony that tugs a smile on Price’s sex-drunk face.

I haven’t talked nearly enough about Price’s side of the throuple. You’d think with how territorial Ghost is being he’d start to feel major fomo, but he’s actually right where he wants to be.

Price is absolutely nasty and relishes in Ghost’s jealousy. He’ll fuck you and pull out just to cum on your pussy, then cover it nicely by putting your panties back on. Then send you on your way to Ghost’s office for him to see, like a god damn messenger pigeon.

He likes to grab both you and Ghost by the back of the head, firm hands tugging at your hair, and makes you both sloppily kiss each other like you’re his pliant little dolls. In that condescending tone of his, he’d say something about how he loves to watch you two kiss and make up.

He likes to fuck you full nelson, making sure to free up a hand to use two fingers to spread your pussy open for Ghost to eat you out. It’s a way for him to obviously get deep in your guts but also to make sure he’s even got command over Ghost’s contribution to fucking you.

Ghost’s attempts to gatekeep Price’s attention accidentally (?) resulting in the two of you having more contact with each other than with Price.

If he walks in on you in the Captain’s office making out with him, he’s right behind you slipping a hand down your waist band, playing with your cunt, making you moan so much your mouth is hardly on Price’s.

If he sees Price cumming inside you, he’s either gonna cover you in his own heavier load, or he’ll eat Price’s cum out of you.

If you’re riding the Captain, Ghost is behind you, chest flush against your back, Price’s legs around his waist as he’s fucking into him. He’ll wrap a hand against your neck, tilting your jaw to look back at him and shoves his tongue in your mouth. Cus you have to know that he’s there too. That it’s not just Price fucking you, but that Ghost’s there and he will take you too.

I’ve decided to move back to the city we’re from because not only is my new job based there, but it’s where my parents are at. I’m an only child and they’ve been having a really hard time being 4 hours away from me, and so have I. My support network is very limited, pretty much nonexistent because yes I do have friends whom I love, but I’m too closed off to reach out about this stuff (plus they’re the girlfriends of my boyfriend’s friends), so I pretty much only have my parents. I don’t get out of my apartment, all I do is work and couch-rot, I’m extremely lonely because again my boyfriend works long shifts and we spend 2 days of the week together even though we live in the same apartment. To top everything off, I lost my soulmate, my sweet orange kitty, to a very long battle with leukemia last month. Now y’all can see why I say I’ve been through hell and back.

In all these 10 months living with him, there’s been many fights, honestly a fight per month on average. Fights about finances, about him not pulling his weight with chores at home, about him not continuing his education. I’ve had to do a lot of heavy lifting and a lot of emotional (and financial) support for him, push him to do more and to take a load off my back for us to thrive more. TMI but our sex life is uh…pretty dead. This month or these past 2-3 weeks it’s been especially difficult because there’s been two instances of him lying/sneaking around. He rarely wakes up early when I ask him to, for the sake of us getting to spend more time together before he goes to work. But he decided instead to wake up early to go out with one of his coworkers to go grocery shopping with them…not for me. This caused a major issue obviously, almost broke up then because the topic of moving back home surfaced. Essentially, he’d rather stay in this new city and do all the things I’ve asked him to do, while I move back home. After much back and forth, he decided nvm I’ll go back home with you. This made me feel, in the simplest terms, as taken advantage of. I feel like I was not chosen, like I haven’t been in a long time, like there’s a lot of selfishness on his part for choosing a meaningless city over a 6 year relationship. This resurfaced today when 2 days ago he stayed out after work until 4-5AM to smoke weed. Mind you, I’m a woman home alone, in a city with no friends or family, spending every night by myself, and he didn’t see any problem with this until I told him so. It’s another instance of not being taken care of; feeling like I’m being taken for granted and like I don’t really matter. He once again brought up that he doesn’t feel right moving back to the city we’re from even if it’s with me, another instance of not choosing our relationship and choosing a city over it. We didn’t break up again but it felt close. I was the one asking for him to not leave me, practically begging for him to follow me back, begging to put me first and to stay with me. He didn’t break up with me, he agreed to stay with me and move back, give it another shot.

Regency AU! Simon Ghost Riley x f!Reader

cw: smut!!!! fluff, fingering, oral fixation, sucking fingers, time period gender roles, religious themes

You were left a gasping, shaking mess. Soiled, damp, and sticky, as your body went limp and your sweat-slicked forehead rested on Simon’s broad shoulder. Your eyes fell closed with tiredness, and your hand still rested with your fingers encapsulated by Simon’s panting mouth. Your remaining, deafened senses let you register the way his chest still rose and fell breathlessly as he basked in his own afterglow. Beneath you, you felt the warmth of the damp spot your husband’s climax staining his trousers.

The thoughts in your mind were drowned out, and all you could compute was the fact you’d exposed yourself in such a way to a man you’d only met hardly a year ago. It was hard to wrap your mind around the fact that yes he was in fact your husband, and yes your name was in his testament and half his assets belonged to you if anything happened to him. But you still could not believe that you had let your carnal desires make you act with such debauchery.

But oh, how your body tingled and buzzed with freedom and pleasure after letting yourself indulge in such a way. If God had not made you to feel this pleasure from the touch of a man, then why had he created you this way?

Price is in control and absolutely dominates ghost, no matter if he’s top or bottom.

Their dynamic is borderline puppy play. Price is the handler, ghost is the loyal hound eating from his hand.

Ghost has been head over heels devoted to Price since the millisecond they met, since back when he was just Simon.

Ghost fell faster, but Price fell harder. But at the same time I kinda want to entertain the notion that Price loves Simon, yes that’s his right hand man, but Simon adores, cherishes, is infatuated with, devoted to Price.

Ghost is insanely jealous and protective of Price. He’s jealous of Kyle as much as he loves him, because Kyle is fresher and sharper just like he was back in his sergeant days, and it breaks his heart seeing Price even just praise Kyle.

Price has had Ghost quite literally crawling across the room just to rest his head between his thighs.

Price knows Ghost gets jealous and it only spurs him on even more to be malicious and go out of his way to praise the sergeants, and he makes sure Ghost knows that he knows.

*sigh* Price saw Simon cry once back in their Lieutenant-Sergeant days and that’s the number one image of Simon he’s got in his mental spank-bank. Something about younger, smooth-faced Simon flushed red and snot-nosed crying (for whatever reason honestly) makes him so pathetic it makes his balls heavy. He’s been chasing that sight ever since, maybe that’s why he’s so damn mean.

This one goes both ways (à la Challengers/Y Tu Mama También), when Price fucks a girl Ghost will go out of his way to fuck her too. It’s a way to fuck his Captain without admitting it to himself. Price will do the same with any girl Ghost fucks, except he’ll be less sneaky about it, might even outwardly tell him.