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perfinn · 4 months

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rugby player!soap mactavish x reader

wc: 3.1k

summary: you're a fieldside medic for a rugby league team and you care a bit too deeply for one of the players. he cares right back

cw: NSFW, f!reader, medical inaccuracies, oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), johnny's face is covered in blood, medical malpractice too probably, semi-public sex, johnny is lowkey concussed so dubcon just to be sure (but he wants this trust)

special thanks to @kitkatscabinet for helping this come to be!

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“Ye come here often?”

It takes everything in you not to laugh at Johnny’s obvious attempt at flirting. Not because he’s misguided or the advances are unwanted– truly, you wouldn't mind at all in any other circumstance. Only right now, you’re trying to assess him for a concussion. That, and he’s still got his mouthguard in so paired with the blood dribbling from his nose, his words are a garbled slur.

“Stop moving, Johnny,” you tell him, handing him another cloth to press to his bleeding nose– broken again, you’d wager. You’ll get to that in a moment.

“‘Am no,” he mumbles, lifting his head when you tilt up his chin and giving you a charming grin. Even with the mouthguard and a twisted nose, he’s still the most handsome man on the team. Which, given your own penchant for beefy rugby-type men, is saying something. “Just askin’.”

“It's not helping your case, then,” you say, gripping his jaw tighter when he tries to move again. “Because you know good and well I come here often. I’m your medic.”

“ Mine ?” Johnny echoes with a somewhat-delirious chuckle. “Och, I’m lucky then, have ye all to maself.”

You want to correct him, to tell him that you're technically the whole team’s medic, but you don't. You let him be, and instead reach to grab a light to check his pupils. He does manage to hold still as you shine it into his eyes, though he’s helped along by your firm grip on his jaw. His pupils react normally, but you’re still concerned.

“How are you feeling?” You ask, taking a seat across from him as he finally spits out his mouthguard and presses the cloth to his nose. “Head pounding?”

“Aye,” he says, and you frown as you watch the cloth steadily soak with blood. “But it has just been knocked off my shoulders. ‘Am not seeing two of you, if that's what you mean. Wouldn't be complainin’ if I were, mind you.”

You hum in response, seeming dubious. You suppose that's good, all things considered. Flirting aside, if he is concussed, it's not deeply serious. Still, you’re concerned. But you know Johnny. He loves to play, loves the game. And he’s one of the best players in the club. You glance behind you at the screen that's playing footage of the game, biting your lip. You can see how desperately Johnny wants to get back out there, he’s practically buzzing in his seat. So somehow, you’re going to have to break it to him that you’re keeping him off the pitch for at least the remainder of this half. Naturally, he’ll be a nuisance about it. Whine, complain, probably beg you to reconsider. Part of you doesn't want to deal with the guilty feeling those puppy dog eyes envokes.

So, you stall.

“And the nose?”

“Fuckin’ kills,” he confirms, lowering the rag and grunting in satisfaction when no more blood drips free. “Broken.”

“Again,” you sigh, moving to stand up again. The fact his nose has stopped actively bleeding does loosen the vice-like grip of worry that’s wrapped around your ribcage. He’s breathing okay too, which loosens it again. Still, though, it’s suffocating.

(You shouldn't worry so much about Johnny. He’s been knocked around far more than you could ever handle and played through much worse. But you’re a bit selfish when it comes to Johnny… you care about him more than you ought to as a professional.)

“Cannae complain when it means I get to see ye,” Johnny says with a cheeky grin as you put your fingers to his nose. “I like it when ye dote on me.”

“You won't like me in a second,” you say. He laughs shortly, and you suppose that he assumes you’re talking about setting his nose. In a way, you are. But that's not why he’ll actually be miffed with you. He’d probably never be miffed about setting his nose anyway, he knows it's a necessary pain.

You give him a smile, gently prodding at his twisted nose to get your hands in the right position, and you don't bother giving him a countdown. Instead, you break the news to him as quickly as you can manage as you snap the bone back into place, “I’m keeping you off.”

“ Fuck ! Yer what?!” Johnny rears back in his seat with the combined impact of the pain and the sudden information. You step back, wringing your hands together as he blinks harshly. You’re sure there’s dots in his vision from the pain, and once his head clears enough he’ll process what you’ve said.

“Bonnie,” he says slowly after a moment. The sweet name makes your stomach twist in a strange anxious delight. “Tell me yer joking.”

You give him a sheepish smile, unmoving– and he knows you won't budge. He also knows how much his coach trusts you, and if you say he’s out, he’s out. His coach won’t put him back in if you say not to. But you know he’ll argue anyway. “Until the next half, at least. I need to keep an eye on you.”

Johnny groans deeply, sinking down in the chair. He growls your name, and you’re a tad ashamed to say it goes right to your core.

“We’re only 20 minutes in, I’ll miss half the game! You cannae-”

“You’re staying off, Johnny,” you say firmly. When you’d started on as the Eels’ medic, you’d been a bit shier. But you’d learned quickly that these men were hardheaded in more ways than one, and being shy and timid would get you nowhere in enforcing their safety. So you took note from their coach and got tough with them. It earned you the respect you needed, and also the trust from their coach in knowing that you could handle them. “And you know I won’t be changing my mind. Now if you want to go back on at all, you’ll behave.”

This earns you another groan, but the growly tone of it says something entirely different than the last one. You feel your cheeks warm, and hope to god he doesn't notice.

“Talkin’ dirty won’t make me forgive you, you ken,” Johnny says, knuckles pressed against his closed eyes. “Ye really won’t budge?”

“You know me better than that.”

“Aye, I do,” he sighs, dropping his hands and lowering his lidded gaze to you. “Lucky yer sweet talking me, lass. Wouldn't be so forgiving otherwise.”

It's not a threat meant to be taken seriously, you know. It's a threat that does something else entirely, but you hurriedly stand and clear your throat. Professionalism, you tell yourself. It's the backbone of your career. To be surrounded by hot, burly, virile men all day and not do anything about it is a god damn superpower.

“Price will be as disappointed as you are, but he’ll let you watch from the bench-”

“‘Am no going out there,” he says, standing up with less hurry and far more care. Despite his protests, he is heeding your warnings and taking care with his head. “Can watch the game from in here. Got another way for us to pass the time.”

You stop as you’re turning toward the door, glancing back at him while he inches closer to you. “Johnny…”

You know exactly where he’s hoping to go with this. And as much as you want to – god, you want to – you truly can’t. You’d lose your job. Probably lose your licence if the powers that be were feeling extra annoyed by it, and absolutely shatter your reputation in the process.

But then… that’s only if you get caught. There’s no security cameras in the locker rooms– there isn’t allowed to be. There’s 20 minutes left of the half, no one’s going to come in here until then. You could. You could do it, and be done with it before anyone notices.

(You’re obviously being intentionally naive in thinking you’d ever be satisfied with just one taste of Johnny, but for now it’s the only way you can rationalise it.)

“C’mon, bonnie.”

You turn back round to face him, bouncing a bit on your toes. “We’ll need to be quick.”

Johnny’s bloody and bruised face lights up with a toothy grin and he nods dutifully as he closes the distance between you both. He lifts his hand to place it on your cheek, his palm warm and rough against your skin. “Cannae tell ye how much I’ve thought about this.”

You laugh a bit, staring up at him. You don’t mind so much that he’s still a bit covered in his own blood. “This is so unprofessional.”

“Aye, it is.”

He doesn’t waste another second before he’s putting his mouth on yours, teeth clacking against yours with the desperation and intensity of his kiss. You hear yourself make a soft noise of surprise, or something akin to that. It’s hard to say, hard to organise your emotions when your brain only wants to focus on Johnny, Johnny, Johnny.

He’s intoxicating. If being around him and simply being flirted with by him was as addictive as it was, actually kissing him, touching him beyond just treating his injuries, is heroin. He’s backing you up toward the lockers before you realise it, moving his hands from your cheeks down to your body. His hands explore you with no inhibitions, his rough hands squeezing at your tits. He groans into your mouth, pulling his lips away from yours to look down.

His forehead presses to yours as he takes in the sight of your body. Of course, you’re fully clothed and it’s nothing he’s never seen before, but it’s the fact that for this moment it’s his.

(Johnny is well aware that half his team wants you. Maybe more than half, but half of them had openly expressed it. While you’re gone, while they’re winding down in the locker room. But none of them could pull it off. None of them had seeped through the cracks in your professionalism and found their way into your pants. But Johnny had. He had barely even started with you, and he's already thinking about how he might gloat about it.)

“Fuckin’ gorgeous, bonnie,” he mumbles, pressing a short kiss to your lips. “Would love to take my time with ye.”

“Me too,” you breathe, arching into his touch as he gropes at your tits. “But we can’t.”

“Aye,” he says, a scowl creasing his bloodied face. “Bloody tragic. S’alright, lass, next time.”

Part of you wants to say there probably shouldn’t be a next time, which is true, but your brain is already surpassing its ability to form sentences– and the idea of denying yourself of more Johnny sounds like a nightmare right now. You can’t even entertain the thought, not while Johnny is pressing his bulge to your leg, groaning as he shamelessly ruts against your clothed thigh.

“What d’you want, bonnie?” He asks, voice breathy, almost growling in your ear. “Tell me. I’ll give it to ye.”

You have to bite your tongue to prevent yourself from asking him to fuck you outright. You’re not entirely sure why you don’t say that, actually. Maybe it’s the time constraints, or maybe it’s his cock pressing against your thigh, but fuck, you want to taste it.

“Let me suck you off,” you demand unceremoniously. Johnny chuckles, likely at your commanding tone, but nods as he presses a kiss, then another, to your neck.

“Christ,” he says between heated kisses. He seems almost disappointed to let you sink to your knees, leaving his mouth unoccupied. He almost starts panting as he sees you stare up at him from your knees, reaching for the waistband of his shorts. “Yer fuckin’ perfect. Goan then, lass, then I’ll give that pretty pussy of yours the treatment it deserves after, yeah?”

Nodding along to his ramblings, you tug his shorts down and find yourself disappointed as you come face to face not with his cock, but with his compression shorts. The both of you groan, and Johnny almost tears them off in his desperation to remove them, cursing the shorts under his breath– you bite back the urge to remind him of the medical benefits of wearing them; besides, any thought you have is cut off by the sight of his cock, hard and leaky, springing free.

It's beautiful, which is a strange thing to say about a cock, you know, but there's little else to describe such a pretty thing. You wrap your hand around the base, licking an appreciative stripe along the underside of it.

“ Fuuuuck ,” Johnny groans, hand falling gently on the back of your head. Not pushing, but just resting there. “Good fucking girl.”

You take the head of him into your mouth, gazing up at him as you begin to take him deeper, bobbing your head along the length of him. Johnny’s head hits the wall as he moans freely, seemingly unashamed of the idea of being caught. He’s lost in the warmth of your mouth, and you can't much blame him, because you’re lost in the weight of his heavy cock on your tongue.

Johnny’s eyes are lidded as he turns his gaze down to watch you, and you feel his thumb rub gently over the back of your head as you take him deeper, stopping about halfway down his length, and just stroking what you haven't fit.

“S’alright, bonnie girl,” Johnny mumbles, voice low. “Dinnae have to take me all today, we’ll work at it, aye?”

His muttered promises make you moan, and that makes him moan. You go back to bobbing your head, the locker room filled with the lewd noises of your mouth.

It doesn't take Johnny an exceptionally long time to start reaching his end, his hips twitching as he holds back on the urge to fuck right into your mouth. He has the self control to care for your comfort at least.

“Gonna- fuck , lass, can I come in your mouth?”

Were it anyone else, or any other situation, you’d probably say no. But it's Johnny ; and right now the two of you can't exactly afford to deal with a mess. You hum your affirmative, and apparently the slight vibration of it is enough to have him coming. You see the muscles of his lower abdomen tense before you feel his hot release spill onto your tongue. You take every drop, even when it begins to feel a bit much. When his body relaxes and he leans back against the wall, you pull away and swallow, making Johnny groan lowly.

“Perfect,” he praises, gently guiding you to stand before kissing you again. He licks into your mouth, tongue laving over your teeth like he’s trying to taste himself. Only as you lean to return the favour, he’s flipping the both of you around so your back is against the wall and he’s kneeling before you.

“Promise is a promise,” he mumbles, tugging eagerly at your leggings. You can tell he’d love nothing more than to rip them from your body, but he exercises enough self control to just drag them down to your calves, your panties going along with them.

The position isn't ideal, but Johnny’s enthusiasm isn't hindered. He spreads your legs as far as the leggings will allow, one thumb tugging your lips aside. He groans, leaning forward and inhaling deeply. His nose brushes against your clit and you whine, cheeks warming at the lewd gesture.

“Johnny,” you urge, threading your fingers through his mohawk and tugging gently. Johnny moans. Then, he shuffles forward on his knees and presses his face between your thighs, dragging his tongue over your dripping pussy.

One of his hands grabs at your thigh as he licks you, slurping desperately at your slickened cunt. Another tug at his mohawk draws his focus to your clit, which he sucks into his mouth with an appreciative groan. Even when he can't talk, Johnny is incredibly loud; there would be no hiding this from anyone listening outside the door.

He sucks at your clit, hand moving from your thigh to slip a finger into your cunt, making you moan before you slap a hand over your mouth. Johnny’s eyes open, and his eyebrows furrow.

He pulls away, despite your whined protest, and takes a short breath. “Lemme hear ye, lass,” he encourages. “Don't hide from me.”

“Johnny,” you begin to protest, cutting yourself off with a gasp when he eases another finger into you and curls them right against a spot that has a loud moan falling from your parted lips.

“That’s my girl,” he praises, ducking right down to graze his teeth over your clit.

His mouth combined with his rough fingers is driving you mad, making you squirm in place as pleasure begins to sear the ends of your nerves.

“ Johnny !” You cry, head banging against the wall as your orgasm hits you without warning or much buildup at all. It feels as though it's been punched out of you, making your body tense and tremble for a few good seconds, mind floating miles above your body.

When you return to earth, Johnny has pulled his fingers from your pussy and has them in your mouth, his nose pressed against your clit as he ruts his hips against his hand. You're entranced watching him rub himself through the overstimulation, fingers in his mouth and bruising nose in your pussy. It's only a few more moments before Johnny spills into his fist, a guttural groan muffled by your cunt.

He sighs, pressing a loving kiss to your pussy. Then, he pulls back, face shiny with your slick, and looks up at you, grinning lopsidedly. “Alright, bonnie?” He asks, like he hasn't just jerked himself to a second orgasm on his own.

“Yeah,” you breathe, words like laughter. “Are you?”

He nods, shuffling awkwardly to his feet and looking at the mess on his hands. Pants still around his knees, he shuffles over to your medical supplies and gets himself a tissue, wiping his hand off before tugging up his shorts.

He returns to you, who’s struggling to stand, and gently tugs your pants up for you. He kisses you, softer and sweeter than before, and smiles against your lips. “Ye were perfect, bonnie.”

You hum, shifting your legs so that your underwear doesn't press wrong against your oversensitive cunt.

The door opens before you can respond, and the first person inside is Johnny’s coach, John Price. The two of you must have somehow missed the siren in the heat of your joint pleasure. The bearded man takes in the scene of the two of you standing so close, and the slick on Johnny’s flushed face, and a heavy sigh leaves his lungs.

“Fucking hell, MacTavish.”

#soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #johnny soap mactavish #cod x reader #cod #my work #do not ask me how tjis ended up 3k words. i dont know #smut #cod smut #rugby au

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starstruckmiraclekitty · 4 months

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Saffy Lemur's 2023 Simon Riley Fic Recommendations

Jumping on the bandwagon of showing some appreciation to some of the following COD writers that I’ve grown to love reading their work💕❤️ please do yourselves a favor and give some love to these amazing writers.

These are only a few of the many that I absolutely adore, and I plan to add many, many more as time goes on💕❤️💕

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Series:

The Roomate Series by @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world : I absolutely adore the way Simon is written in this series. Wonderfully written story, and well worth the read.

Somebody’s Watching Me by @deakyjoe : not enough can be said for just how much I love this story. I’ve re-read it more times than I can count. One of the very first Simon series I’ve read, and I cannot recommend it enough.

Absolution by @barefoothighlander : Husband Simon in this is amazing. I loved the story, and the characters. So well written!!

Happiness by @lethalchiralium : This. This. This. Has to be one of my favorites of Simon as a dad. This author is one of the many that inspired me to write. Please, read this, and all her works.

Cure For Me by @groguspicklejar : it’s a zombie ghost series, what on earth more could you wish for. This is absolutely killer and so well written.

Smut:

Simon Seeing Your Tummy Buldge by @hyperfixatesnwrites : the title of the fic should be MORE than enough to have anyone racing to read this. Absolute WONDER of a smutty fic. 10/10.

Simon Gets Jealous by @strlingsav : This authors smut is next level, I truly have no words. Jealous Simon is top notch here, and had me on my damn knees.

Your Lieutenant Confesses His Feelings by @strlingsav : No amount of praise will ever be enough for this one.

MW2 Reactions To You Being A Virgin by @sweet-as-an-angel : more than just Simon on this one but HOLY HELLLLLL this made my mouth water. Fantastic, truly amazingly written smut.

I Hear You Like Magic? I’ve Got A Wand And A Rabbbit! By @makoodles : this was so purely and utterly delicious I cannot recommend this read enough. 10/10

Simon Riley With a Voice Kink by @konigsblog : this was absolutely delicious. Never did I think Simon having a voice kink would turn me on…but here we are.

Simon Riley With A Breeding Kink by @tojisun : another amazingly written smut. This author nails it every single post.

S’ Fucking Small by @cheesit-notes : Simon having a size kink will always drive me wild and this fic in my opinion is one of the BEST at portraying it.

Taking What You Need by @rowarn :no words needed, one of my all time favorite smuts. Simon in this is what I need in my life

Fluff:

Sleep by @lethalchiralium :this is so fricking adorable. One of my favorite fluff fics.

Denial by @callsign-prophet : A recent one, but this had my toes curling, my smile widening and me squealing like a tween.

Interrupted by @milf-murdock : this. Is. So. Adorable. Absolutely please read this

Hate You by @empresskylo : eeeeeppp the slight angst! To fluff is just killlleerrr here.

You Want To Kiss Me So Bad It Makes You Look Stupid @empresskylo : this author hits it out of the park yet again with this one. I loved the heck out of this one!!!

Simon Can’t Sleep Without You by @empresskylo : I love this so much, it’s adorable, it’s cute, it makes my heart flutter. Please read it,

Angst:

Firefighter FWB Ghost And Breaking Up by @hyperfixatesnwrites : the angst, the heartbreak, the way this was so well written. I loved it so fricking much.

Just For Now by @hyperfixatesnwrites :another angst break up fic that destroyed my soul (but it was fricking amazing)

Why? By @riverbutghost : Eeep I’m so in love with the “enemies(ish) to lovers trope” this is by far one of my favorites!!!

Toxic DBF Simon by @tojisun : I literally cried at the ending of this. The angst was out of this world, and I couldn’t help but re-read it multiple times.

Nothing Fucks With My Baby by @kitkatscabinet :the angst to comfort on this one is amazing. I loved this fic, and made me so desperately wish I had a Simon for myself.

Ipseity by @darklordofthesimp : another absolutely fantastic angst hurt/comfort that I adored. One of my all time favorites.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley imagine

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ghostslillady · 19 days

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Uh, hello! Where is man like this!!!!!!

I think Capt. Price or Master Chief would definitely do this!

@shadofireshinobi @homicidal-slvt @ageless-aislynn @kneelingshadowsalome @kitkatscabinet @deadbranch @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world @mysticalgalaxysalad @ghostlychief @ghosts-cyphera @ghostaholics @groguspicklejar @honestlyhiswife @konigsblog @greatstormcat @cordeliawhohung @halcyone-of-the-sea @luminousbeings-crudematter @foxwell @softlyspector @reallyrallyauthor @romanarose

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bunnyreaper · 3 months

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pairing: soap mactavish x f!reader wc: 1.5k warnings: 18+/nsfw, slight plushiephilia (?), magical fuckery, instalove vibes, shitty ex notes: an unofficial entry to my own valentines writing challenge, for my beloved aj/@kitkatscabinet <3 its short and a bit shit, but its the thought that counts, right? peep my amazing tumblr style valentines day card here!!

You remember the day you got him vividly, recalling every detail like it was yesterday, and not necessarily for the better.

It was the first Valentine's day you were to have with your now ex-boyfriend, an occasion you'd been looking forward to for months. He wasn't the most romantic man in the world, but he knew how important the day was for you, knew how you dreamed of just having one day where you were spoiled rotten and doted on like a princess.

The day of, the man had forgotten.

All the build up, anticipation, and excitement for nothing. He'd told you the morning off that he was off to work, with no real acknowledgement of the day or the significance it held for you.

You had been entirely crushed, only somewhat soothed when he came home with an oversized, fluffy teddy, just for you.

Despite the gift being mostly an afterthought—the receipt still in the bag told you he'd gone to the store on his lunch break—the bear was just so enchanting, so soft and cuddly that when you had it squeezed in your arms, you couldn't bring yourself to care about much else in the world.

That night, it was your plushie you had curled up with in your arms, your face snuggled into his brown-grey fur. That night, you'd drifted off to sleep, selfishly thinking of what it would be like to fall asleep in the arms of someone who made you feel as safe as your new fluffy friend.

This year, you were determined for things to be different. Despite still reeling from your breakup, you resolved to make the day exactly what you'd always dreamed of,even if you were alone.

So you started the day with a bit of pampering, climbing into sexy lingerie underneath a fresh, oversized shirt and barely-there shorts. You glammed yourself up just a little and spent the day at home surrounded by lit candles, heart-shaped balloons and the scent of freshly-baked cookies.

When the night grew dark, you tucked up into bed to watch more movies until late, spending the entire time snuggled up with your precious plushie. It was normal for you to whisper sweet nothings to the wolf pup before bed, to throw out your usual movie discussion to him, and tonight was no different.

You drift off with ease, feeling a sense of peace you haven't felt in a long time.

When your eyes flutter back open, you expect to see your vision obscured by fur and your room filled with light. You don't expect to see a pair of sparkling blue eyes twinkling in the dark, a pair of blue eyes you're all too familiar with.

"I'm still dreaming." You whisper in complete disbelief, yet the longer you look into the not-so-stranger's eyes, you find yourself not even believing those words. It's not a dream, he's real, and he's here.

Your eyes rove over him and his handsome, masculine features, you take in the warmth that radiates off of him.

"No dreams here, bonnie girl." His smile is wolfish, just like his plushie counterpart—full of mischief and mirth. "Couldnae stand seeing you so sad. It's our day."

His grip on you tightens, pulling you deeper into his chest for you to cuddle close—to feel at home.

"Our day." You mumble, mostly to yourself, as you tangle yourself within him until you become one. You press your forehead against his, eyes fluttering shut as you embrace every euphoric feeling flowing through you.

The safety you felt when hugging him as a plushie is multiplied, as now he grips at your flesh and his breath brushes across your lips.

He chuckles, a sweet sound you'd imagined a million times before. "Dinnae tell me you forgot when we first met." He teases.

Valentine's day, that Valentine's day—when he'd been the only thing that made you smile. It's hard to comprehend that this time last year you were muffling your tears in his plush body, and now you're smiling so unstoppably in his embrace.

"Of course I didn't." You whisper.

You feel his fingers brush over your curves as he eagerly takes you in, too. Unbeknownst to you, he's been aching for this moment since he first set his eyes on you—biding his time trapped inside the plush, until his love was strong enough to break him free of the curse that held him there.

He'd watched in anger as you were mistreated, frustration as he witnessed your ex's attempts to please you between the sheets, and sadness as he watched you mend your broken heart.

Unbridled energy thrums through him, a combination of returning to his human form and the overwhelming feeling of finally getting the woman he's loved from afar all this time. "Been waiting so long to finally have ye in ma arms."

You bring your hand up to stroke at his stubbled cheek, as you try to ground yourself in the reality of the situation. You don't know how, but somehow all your fantasies had come true. "You're real."

"Am real, lass, and am all yours." He swears solemnly. Neither of you know how long you have, but you know that no matter what, his words are the truth. "Can I kiss ye?"

"Please." You whisper, before eagerly closing the gap between you, unable to wait even a moment longer.

The second your lips touch, something in your heart feels like it slots right into place, and a sense of alignment washes over you, unlike anything you've felt before. This kind of peace is something you never felt with your ex, and barely seems real at all.

Your lips continue to melt into his as he kisses you with fervour, equally hungry and sensual, deeply passionate and full of pent-up longing.

You pull away, breathless, head spinning with lust and affection, as well as a lingering sense of confusion. It's obvious that he's actually in your arms, and you're not imagining it, but it's so wonderfully beyond your comprehension.

"But how--" You start, before cutting yourself off. Too many questions, not enough time.

"Conversation for another time." You both say in sync, rushing to return to each other's lips as you pour your love into each other.

His kisses move from your lips to your soft cheeks, the curve of your jaw, the expanse of your neck. He nuzzles against you, nips with his teeth, then soothes them with kisses. You can feel his unrestrained smile against your skin, the eagerness in the way he grips at your hip and ruts into your clothed core with his hardness. "You feel better than I imagined."

As his erection nudges against your clit, a shaky exhale passes your lips, a name uttered purely on instinct after a year of it tumbling around your head. "Johnny..."

Something surges through him then, Johnny, something animalistic, as he rolls you beneath him and cages you between his arms. His hips slot against yours insistently, his eyes battle between darkening with arousal and sparkling in delight. "You know ma name." He almost growls.

"I don't know how, but I do."

His hands claw at your shirt, pushing it up your body to reveal the lace underneath. You hadn't worn it for him intentionally, but it also seems like the fates had called to you to put it on this morning, to be ready for this moment.

He purrs, hungry like a true wolf, as he paws at the delicate material. "Need you, lass, cannae take it anymore."

You push your hips into his, chasing more and more contact, more of the pleasure he so easily gives you. "Me either. Can't wait, please."

For a moment, your mind flickers to your ex, how even on the rare occasions he tried to warm you up, he'd still struggle to make you feel much at all. With just a few kisses, and the feeling of his body against you, Johnny has you gushing, leaking down your thighs and aching with need.

Thick fingers make their way across your delicate skin, leaving shivers in their wake. He pulls back enough to rid you of your panties, before his fingers find your sweet spot and start working on melting you beneath his touch. It was easy for Johnny, having seen the way you'd touched yourself so many times before.

Whilst the sensation feels heavenly, and Johnny's eyes remain focused on yours as he drives you wild. You need more; you need him.

"Please." You whine, unable to summon much more in the way of words as his fingers dip down to tease at your entrance.

Johnny fumbles with his clothes quickly, and sinks into you with an animalistic growl as his thick cock stretches you open in the most divine way.

"Feels like home." He purrs, as he lays his muscular body over you and cages you in between the mattress and his cock. Once more, he nuzzles at your neck, as his cock kisses your insides and you adjust to the feeling of him inside you.

You wrap your arms and legs around him instinctually, willing him closer and closer in to you, entwining yourselves completely.

His hips remain still inside you, as the two of you embrace the feeling of finally being where you belong. He kisses you gently as he whispers, "All mine. Never letting ye go now."

#soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #bunny writes #call of duty x reader #call of duty fanfiction #be my valentine

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kitkatscabinet · 5 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/kitkatscabinet/732662310111526912

mk i saw this post on your account a while back and i had an idea about it back then and now i’m finally brave enough to come and ask for it.

reader x trans!soap. reader realizes one day that soap has noticeable bottom growth and his tdick is finally large enough for them to suck on like they’re giving him a blowjob. could you please get a little blurb about that??

ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY I WILL IM SO FERAL OVER THIS.

Pairing: Trans John Mactavish x gn! reader

Warnings: Gendered anatomical terms used: clit/cock

To say you loved to eat out your boyfriend was an understatement, you were borderline obsessed with the act. The way he tasted, the obscene and fucked out noises he made when you drove him to the point of tears with just your tongue as he clamped his strong thighs around your head stuck between begging you to stop and pleading you for more.

You’d been together since you were little, your friendship naturally evolving into the relationship that so many suspected it would as you grew older and discovered yourselves. You’d been together every step of the way and you’d been so excited for your beloved boyfriend when his body started to look how he desired.

You always made sure to worship him until you physically couldn’t anymore, you knew his body even better than your own, had memorised every scar and freckle that adorned his skin. You were intimately familiar with every plane, muscle and stretch mark that helped to make up the person that was your John Mactavish.

So acutely attuned to his body as you were, it would have been impossible to miss the changes to his sex. Especially his clit, he’d always been sensitive but as he continued with hormone therapy that sensitivity had been dialled up to the max. That hadn’t been the only change that had been eagerly embraced though.

With Johnny’s hands currently tied to the headboard, you lay on your stomach, face between his shaky thighs as you ate like a person starved. Ever since you’d noticed the bottom growth, Johnny hadn’t been able to tear you away from his cock, lips wrapped around him as you gave him the blow job he’d always dreamed of.

You’d only been sucking him off for a few minutes and he was already a mess, soaking the sheets below and your face, the muscles in his arms flexing as he tried to free himself, to push you off or pull you closer.

His drenched hole clenched desperately around nothing, begging to be filled, but you ignored it in favour of lavishing his cock. “Please, please, ple- ah” he moaned, tears practically sliding down his cheeks as he fought to breathe and articulate his words, his needs.

“Want me to fuck you puppy?” He gasps at your words, nodding pathetically fast when his words fail him as you smirk into the soaked curls decorating his pubic bone, “That’s too bad, I’m not finished playing with this cock just yet.”

Tags: @juvenillia @ghostslillady @bunnyreaper @tokusho @ohworm-writes @kmi-02 @dumb-fawkin-bitch @tiredmetalenthusiast @chibijustuff @cooliofango

#x reader #kat's asks #soap x reader #john mactavish x reader #john mactavish #cod mw #trans soap

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a-very-bored-blogger · 4 months

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loved.

pairing: johnny 'soap' mactavish x afab! reader

word count: 1.28k

genre: angst, hurt to comfort? insecurity speaking??

notes: this was supposed to be for secret Santa for @kitkatscabinet!! i love you so much and I am so goddamn sorry if this sounds so fucking rushed right now!!! ill update it soon because I do plan to make it longer!

You didn’t know what you had witnessed. Everything was crumbling apart. This was not how things were supposed to go. You never expected things to go this way, and yet it did.

You have been together with Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish for a couple of months now, and knowing how terrifyingly difficult his job is, you knew that you shouldn’t ask much regarding his work or what it is he does.

Yet every day spent with him forces a thought to linger around your head, making you question whether or not you’re good enough.

The thought swallows you whole.

“Love, you alright there?” his eyes averted to yours as he gently picked up your palm. He takes it, putting it against his cheek, leaning to the warmth of your palm. Your confused look immediately turned into one with a smile.

His cerulean blues looked back at you, an almost puppy-like smile staring down at you. Innocent as he is, his feelings are deep and real. You were his safe anchor, his escape from all this ratched madness whirling in his life. You can’t ruin his safe haven. You need to be perfect for this man.

So you gobbled up those thoughts and sealed them away in a box.

“I’m alright. Just some thoughts on my mind. Nothing to worry about.” You uttered, a slight gulp erupting to your throat. A fake smile still lingers on your face.

He moves closer, leaning against your body on the sofa. The soft, warm lights illuminated his features, his scruffy beard, his messy mohawk, and his shit-eating smile. God, he was fucking perfect.

Or so you thought.

September 4th- was your boyfriend’s birthday. You have organized a party just for him. A surprise and everything. You do know about his killer sweet tooth, so a chocolate cake with vanilla frosting was ordered from his favorite bakery. You invited his mates and some of yours to help you organize this beautiful celebration.

Everything was coming together so well.

The lights were off, and soft, sudden footsteps were heard from outside the door. You hid underneath the table before hearing a familiar jangle of keys.

“Surprise!” you all chanted in joy. The absolute shock in his face was shown as you slowly came up to him to welcome him in a tight embrace, capturing him in a tight-locked kiss. It was beautiful passionate, and everything stood still for a second. You could hear the chants and cheers of everyone else coming from the background, yet you both couldn’t care. Your love for each other was unstoppable.

Your boyfriend broke open the kiss. He smiles solemnly before chanting out. "Thanks, love. You're the fucking best, eh?" were what he said before being swooped over by a crowd wishing him a very amazing birthday.

You laughed and snickered. On your right hand was a glass of wine, swirling through the cusps of your fingers as you laughed along with your coworker.

Your brain got a bit fuzzy, having to excuse yourself to the bathroom after too many drinks. You gasped as you could not believe what you were seeing.

Behind the curtains of the living room was a silhouette of a figure with a mohawk, similar to your boyfriend’s, caught in a locked kiss with a long haired woman.. Your eyes couldn’t believe it. You rushed out, tears falling, puffy red cheeks and all. It was a horrid sight. You couldn’t take it any longer.

You ran back to your old flat, keys jangling, before jumping on to the couch, bawling your eyes out. Your suspicions were true. You weren’t good enough for him. He chose someone else- you are not what he wants. You knew that someone loved you for once- it all felt too good to be true.

You opened your phone, your eyes darting onto the small red text that writes out:

“10 missed calls from ‘Johnny <3’.”

You didn’t care anymore. All your feelings warbled into one as the only thing that came out were more tears. It was over between you two; it doesn’t matter anymore. He has made his choice- you weren’t good enough for him.

A few days passed, endless amounts of coffee cups stacking on top of each other on your kitchen sink. The circles beneath your eyes darkened. You have almost completely ignored your Whatsapp entirely, coming close to anger every time you see Johnny’s contact call or text you for what seems like the millionth time.

He wasn’t wrong though- you deserved nothing, after all right? You try to shove those thoughts out, tell yourself that he’s the jerk, he’s the asshole for betraying your trust, stabbing your heart and ripping it to shreds just like that. Your inner demons were eating you whole.

It felt like drowning once again. The feelings were about to arise once again, tears choking out of your eyes as they start to puff up for a thousandth time.

The doorbells rings. Once or twice, ringing constantly, until you hear a constant bang on the door. Then, you hear it.

“Open up, aye! Sweetheart come on, talk to me please!” a thick Scottish accent grumbled from out of your door.

Your mind raced back, remembering what he just did, and what he does deserve- a girl like that. Yet, your heart aches, wanting to just be with him.

Taking a deep breath, a few steps forward is what you take, before opening the door.

And there it was- your unofficial ex boyfriend- Johnny Mactavish, out in the flesh like you expected. He didn’t look good either, similar looking eyebags to yours, a stained white shirt and some old jeans, as well as some unkept hair.

You both weren’t in the best state- and it shows.

He looks up, and down to you realizing what a mess it is he has made.

“Tell me what it is I’ve done wrong.” Johnny states.

You were astounded. The logic isn’t making clicking in your head. He would’ve apologized by now if he did cheat on you, but instead he’s confused. He’s guilty, as told from his apparel, and he hauled his ass to come to see you- there’s something wrong.

You gulped. “Come in. “

His eyes scanned the room, seeing the stains on your carpet, the untidy blankets and the scattered items on the floor.

You sat down on the couch, motioning for him to sit as well.

“I saw you…kissing another woman…well a silhouette of you.” You uttered, directly.

His eyes widened, and his mouth quivered, a lost of words. Disbelief ran over his face as a whirlwind of emotions washes him through entirely.

"Love, that was my mother." He says plainly, holding out your hand, watching as guilt eats away your body.

He was certainly not expecting the hug you were attacking him with.

Tears ran over your face, as 'sorry's were repeated over and over again, as you hid yourself on the crook of his neck.

"Lovie, don't be sorry…I'm here now, that's what matters." He whispered, rubbing your back in circles with his palm, pushing you closer.

Breathing and sniffling, you took a deep breath before articulating your words.

"I…just thought you…were making out with someone, cause I thought I wasn't good enough for you…" you uttered softly.

Johnny sighs, closing his eyes before shaking his head.

He puts a palm on your cheek, caressing it slowly before kissing your head lovingly. "Don't ever say that. I date you because you're the best fucking thing that has ever happened to me. "

You wiped your tears before asking once again.

"Really?"

He nods.

"And I'll show you how much I fuckin' mean it." He utters, before dragging you back onto his lap.

#cod mw2 #cod mwii #call of duty #x reader #cod fanfic #cod soap #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish x reader #soap cod #john soap mctavish x reader #hurt to comfort #im hurtin #comfort #romance #angst x reader #cod angst

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theeonlyroman · 5 months

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This was inspired by @kitkatscabinet forced fuck fic, follow them for content! ❤️

Part 1: Everyone falls

Before everything had took a turn for the worse you were with Kyle too which Price knew about but had chose not say anything because of the potential he had saw in you both and the fact that regardless of your relationship it did not interfere with the teams overall dynamic and efficiency.

Price is especially fond of you often times thinking of you as a favored protege or a daughter, it’s somewhere along those lines.

Ghost has a not so secret thing for you which had started out entirely innocent, before you and Kyle had gotten together Soap would often encourage him to try to take things further and ask you on a date but it almost never worked out.

But you and Kyle had fit seamlessly together in a way that made sense and had came so naturally that the chemistry was so unreal. You both had brought the best out in one another and others had often viewed you both as endgame.

It made Ghost feel insecure and had caused him to shut his own feelings down for you as a way of protecting himself.

Sadly Task Force 141 would soon be torn apart at the hands of Makarov and his protege Nikolai.

Nikolai had infiltrated the 141 under the guise of William, who was from the rural area of Rutland in the East Midlands.

Over a period of time “William” had gained the team’s trust (not really Ghost) and had made himself an integral member of the task force. But little did you all know that all of Williams action’s were deliberate and meant to lead the 141 into a carefully planned trap.

Both he and Makarov had captured you, Ghost and Soap and rather than kill you both he had decided that he would much rather send all three of you back broken beyond repair to Price especially you, Price’s most favored.

But Makarov had decided to let his protege Nikolai make the choice of what form of torture he’d like to enforce, it wasn’t until then that all three of you had saw his true colors.

Nikolai had raised a gun to your head instructing you to strip bare in front of your teammates to which you did but he wasn’t satisfied and was rather miffed that you did so with a steely, guarded face.

His eyes drifted to Soap refusing to look at your bare body out of respect for you, not only as your teammate but most importantly your best friend.

It was then a sick, smug grin slithered across his face, he turned his attention to Soap and slowly walked towards him and tilted his head with his gun underneath Soap’s chin.

“Hey Soapy bitch? Isn’t she a fine woman? I can see why Gaz is so how you say “touchy” with her” his grin seems to grow even wider as he looks out of the corner of his eye and sees Ghost angrily clench his hands together

Nikolai looks back to Soap and coldly looks at him in the eyes and says

“I want you to rape her”

And it was in that moment you could feel the atmosphere grow colder as if Death was looming not far away from where you had stood but you refused to break under Makarov’s cold, indifference.

“Fuck you” Soap says and Nikolai gets up with a shrug and soon points his gun to your head and before he could pull the trigger Soap screams reaching for Nikolai but is soon shot in the head by Makarov.

Soap falls before you and Ghost, his once shiny blue eyes now dull and devoid of life.

You want to cry, you want to reach for his body and beg for him to come back but you can’t, you can’t because you know that it can mean the end for you too.

Out of the corner of your eyes you can see Ghost, you can see his resolve slowly crumbling as his best friend lays before him but before you and him know it Nikolai’s screeching laughter interrupts your shared feelings.

“Oh I know I know how about this!” He calls for more men and they surround Ghost and he instructs them not to kill Ghost but make sure you watch what they are about to do.

They brutally beat him, Nikolai tells him that if he fights back they won’t even bother raping you they just tie you to the back of their truck and drag your bare body across the ground till your nothing but scraps.

So he takes every kick and every punch but the one thing he won’t do is scream, cry or beg and little by little he feels that what’s left of him his slowly breaking as he watches your resolve break. Now he doesn’t see you, he sees a broken, frightened woman crying; you almost reminded him of a child if it weren’t for the fact that you were naked.

He wishes that you didn’t choose this way of life, he wishes that he had the courage to finally confess his love for you. He wishes to tell you that Soap said you’d both go good together, he wishes that Soap was his best man and that he was alive. Ghost wishes for so many things but in some sick twisted way he knows that those dreams would never come true. Soap is gone and he doesn’t even know how far gone you are and he doesn’t even know if he has the strength to pull you both from this.

Finally once this is over and he wakes from consciousness he can hear you screaming for him to wake up and he looks at you and sees you still standing, shivering and he sees Nikolai sitting there waiting for him to wake up.

“Have a nice rest lover boy? Thought you’d never wake up, we were almost gonna have some fun with the pretty baby but looks like you beat us to it”

Ghost shuts his eyes breathing heavily trying to steady what’s left of his resolve and shakily gets up

“Oh my! Look at you! Good for you big boy doing all the hard work of lifting you for us we should make you one of us!” Nikolai laughs and he walks towards you and his cocky nature calms, it turns more sadistic and he waits for Ghost to stand at his full height.

“Cause we’re not done because now your gonna TAKE her and your gonna thank me for it because even the flys on this wall know you want her and if you don’t well tsk tsk maybe I’ll cut parts of her off and feed her to you and in a way that’s pretty romantic don’t you think?”

#ghost #simon ghost riley #cod mwii #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #task force 141 #john price #gaz x reader #ghost x reader #mw3 spoilers #tw forced sex #tw stalking #heartache #tw cannibalism #not really but there’s talks and threats

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ghosts-cyphera · 6 months

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Saw you reblogged this, have you seen the gentlemen? There’s a scene where the crime boss man has this little monologue where he’s like “I’m not emotional about the money, but I am emotional about the fact that someone laid their hands on my wife!! 🤬🤬”

Imagine ghost saying that about you 🥵🥰🤩.

OH MY FUCKING GOD AAAA

I have such a thing for men who LOVE their wives. who are so freaking proud of them, and who show their love and adoration for them without hesitations.

like literally any variation of "that's my wife you're talking about," or "keep my wife's name out of your mouth," or indeed anything even hinting towards them thinking "if you touch my wife I will fucking kill you" has me SWOONING.

it is unhealthy, and it might be weird, but—seeing tough ass men crumble from just the thought of something happening to—what they see as—the best thing that has ever happened to them gets me weak in the knees, lol.

in other words—YES I FUCKING LOVE IT PLEASE.

#lo answers #kitkatscabinet #your url is super familiar? like SO familiar? were you active in negan x reader side of tumblr in '20? or steve rogers x reader?#I know I've seen you around now but I feel like I've seen you years ago. I might just be crazy though haha #lo’s ghostly thoughts

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ohbo-ohno · 8 months

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Ok so deranged boys is always fun but I can’t help but think about a reader that’s just as equally insane. Like being a part of the 141, highly trained and just as lethal as Ghost. He’d try to keep the obsessive tendencies under wrap at first but you? You never even try. Simon is YOURS, how dare that recruit try and flirt? How fucking dare people shoot at him. It’s you that brings out the worst in him. Simon is your world and honestly he loves it. Finally having someone that treats him like he’s the most precious thing ever? Someone that will literally kill for him? Man’s is gone, he’s down and he’s yours forever.

I just need rabid reader x obsessive ghost 😫😫.

this is giving "tricking him into nonconning you" energy and im here for it.

being insanely possessive of ghost and he has to keep scolding you for it even thought you both like your behavior :/ says he''ll have to figure out a way to punish you more effectively if you can't get yourself under control

and how exactly are you supposed to resist a temptation like that??

he bends you over and whips your ass to ham the lesson home. fucks you after, lets you bite and mark him up as a reward for taking your punishment so well

#kitkatscabinet #asks and answers #ghost x reader

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dearsnow · 11 months

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SWAN UPON LEDA

- you have been given a precious gift by your love, but it is soon ripped away from you (aemond targaryen x fem!reader, ⚠️ old-timey abortions, very little aemond content, pure angst). part of the mixtape 2: our version collab

based on “swan upon leda” by hozier

word count: 379

a/n - this is slightly the opposite of the event hozier was talking about, but the idea of women not being able to choose what to do with their own bodies holds fast.

The smell of moon tea hits you before you even open your eyes. Its medicinal, herbal scent invades your dreams, leading you from room to room until the light of the waking world filters through your curtains. You stare at it, still laying down.

It’s no secret that the queen resents you. How you couldn’t help but fall in love with your husband’s brother, the one-eyed beauty that stole your heart the moment you met him. He is kind to you. For the first time, someone in the family you married into is kind to you.

Aemond treats you like a person, like you’re more than just a whore built to carry the weight of the royal family on your shoulders. And he loves you.

You know he does. He will not say it, but it is there. It’s present in his gentle caresses, his soft voice and warm hands, and cheeks that burn for no one else but you. You see it when he reads about your hobbies, when he reprimands your drunken husband, when he lays with you. It is a gentle love, one not built for the frigid halls of the castle. The kind of gentle love that grows in your stomach.

Of course Queen Alicent noticed. It was only a matter of time. And she knows that gentle love was not the product of Aegon’s rough palms.

You sit up, reaching to grip the teacup between your fingers. It’s warm.

You cannot give birth to this babe, and Alicent knows that as well. You do not have a choice. She will always find another way to get rid of any problem. Although your lover and husband share genes, it would certainly be a scandal if your child came out with sharp cheekbones and a piercing gaze.

You take a sip. It’s slightly bitter, but not entirely unpleasant. It has been sweetened to fit your taste. How kind, how thoughtful of the queen, you think. How kind to stir honey into the beverage that will sever your ties to the only man you have ever loved.

You drink it all. As the warm tea slides down your throat, tears slide down your face.

Nothing, not even your most intimate virtues, will ever truly belong to you.

comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

Taglist (bolded cannot be tagged): @mmmimilan @its-halleys-comet @savagemickey03 @persephonesportal @lovelyliliya @the-jess-life @spaceandstars @bbosica @hopelesswritergall @watercolorskyy @m00nkn1ghts @ghostheartbeat @hoe4fiction @cecespizza01 @panelhone @nupppuff @writervaul-t @kitkatscabinet @i-killed-ramsey

#solar eclipse.#mixtape 2: our version 📼#aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond imagine #aemond x y/n #aemond targaryen fic #aemond x reader #house of the dragon #hotd fanfic #hotd headcanon #hotd imagine #hotd x you #hotd fic #aemond angst #angst

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kaylasficrecs · 1 year

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sam winchester recs

tic tac toe | au, series | @percywinchester27 (literally one of my favorite series ever)

a lot like 'us' | au, series | @percywinchester27

linger | imagine, fluff | @girl-next-door-writes

i swear | one shot, flangst | @empyreanwritings

ice cold | two shot, flangst | @deanandidrinkcoffee

stay with me | one shot, flangst | @deanandidrinkcoffee

anguish | drabble, fluff | @narcissisticmf

i love you, i love you | imagine, flangst | @kitkatscabinet

we could stay | imagine, fluff | @imaginesfordifferentfandoms

stanford sweatpants | drabble, fluff | @nt-multi-fandom

crowned | au, one shot, flangst | @imagineteamfreewill

cuddling with sam would include | headcanon, fluff | @alexsoenomel

just another breakdown | imagine, angst | @impala-dreamer

sleepy studies | imagine, fluff | @bambinovak

closer than friends | one shot, fluff | @stylesparker

car's outside | imagine, flangst (comfort!) | @yourmomxx

returned | imagine, angsty flangst | @talesmaniac89

every inch | imagine, flangst | @bamby0304

dark days | imagine, flangst | @chloelucia13

action and words | imagine, fluff | @crispychrissy

my rock | imagine, comfort flangst | @team-free-will-oneshots

playing house | two shot, fluff | @uncouth-the-fifth

bait | one shot, fluff (brief angst) | @sams-sass

it's all coming back to me now | one shot, flangst | @sams-sass

the comforts of home | one shot, flangst | @zepskies

i can't lose you | one shot, flangst | @octoberclidan

you need to rest | imagine, fluff | @wraith-posts

hold your breath | imagine, fluff | @deanswhiskey

#sam winchester x reader #masterlist #spn #fic recs

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ghostslillady · 4 months

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This is how I imagine Simon Riley would kiss me!

The Clenched fist! The hungry look! That grab!!!!

Someone please write a fic about this! 😭😭😭🛐🛐🛐

@homicidal-slvt @juvenillia @tacticalanklebiter3000 @tropes-and-tales @reallyrallyauthor @rowarn @ageless-aislynn @actuallyhiswife @greatstormcat @pedge-page @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world @mysticalgalaxysalad @ghostlychief @ghosts-cyphera @ghostaholics @konigsblog @writeforfandoms @empresskylo @luminousbeings-crudematter @pimosworld @pokechbi @anitalenia @alwaysshallow @sweet-as-an-angel @diejager @kitkatscabinet @kneelingshadowsalome @mykneeshurt @loneghostwolf @captainfern @blingblong55 @neoarchipelago @multi-fandomlovers-world @deadbranch

#Where is he??#How do people find such men?#He's such a book husband #simon ghost riley #call of duty #simon riley #call of duty modern warfare #simon riley x reader #ghost call of duty #cod #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mw2

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persephone11110 · 11 months

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Sleepless Nights

parental pete mitchell x reader

big brother bradley bradshaw x reader

warnings: past abandonment, reader needs a hug, past trauma, unknown injuries, accidental injuries, panic attacks, nightmares

prompt:“How long has it been like that?”- credit: @kitkatscabinet

ofc: Elle Bradshaw

SN: for plot reasons: Carole adopted a newborn girl in early 90s— Michelle“Elle” Bradshaw. Let just say Carole died in 99, making Bradley 15 and Elle 6

Nightmares had became a new normal for Elle Bradshaw, she hasn’t a night to herself without fear and death claming her dreams. She hates sleeping now- every night Elle lays in her bed scared of what will apear into her dream—whether its her dying father or dying godfather or big brother Bradley. Ever since Bradley and Uncle Pete risked their lives for the mission Elle only gotten accustomed to seeing them die over and over.

A full circle of death and despair. Different nightmares every night but they always end in death.

A death notification officer stood at her door his face rigid without emotion, yet his voice told otherwise. He has to say the words that no one wants to say out their mouth…the words no one wants to hear.

She opened the door.

“Vice Admiral extends his deepest regret that your brother Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw, and uncle Captain Pete Mitchell were killed in the line of duty August 15 2020, their ejection sent them into middle of enemy territory”.

Two flags were neatly folded in his arms. “I’m so sorry ma’am—I give you my deepest condolences”.

She stumbled into the man, tears flooding her vision— Elle’s face buried into his neck as he sliently comforted her.

It was true all she dreams about is death.

Elle Bradshaw throat released a guttural scream, “No, No, Please !”.

Your all alone again Michelle Bradshaw.

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Elle shot up faster than a f-18. Her hair was stuck to her sweaty face, her eyes red brimmed as tears still dripped from her face.

She continued to gasp for air, it felt like an elephant has taken a seat on top of her chest, why couldn’t Elle breathe.

She tried calming herself down— Elle tried finding five things she could see.

A clock that read 1:45 AM—of course its still early.

Elle’s vision blurred before she could make out the second object. She flipped the blankets off shakily and slowly as her hands shook. She stood limped as her legs wouldn’t allow her stand straight. Now Elle’s breathe still rasped as she inhaled and exhaled, her throat screamed for tea, just like how she screamed for a peaceful night- something that may never happen.

The floorboard creaked loudly as her tremoring body shook uncontrollably- making it harder for her able to cross the floor quietly. By the graces of god Elle’s feet made its way downstairs. God only knows how she did it.

Before she could get her glass of water, Elle thought about checking on her brother and uncle. The living room floorboard lightly rumbled under her feet as Elle made her way towards them.

“Sleeping not dead”Elle berated herself, she had no idea why her brain was doing this- Elle couldn’t justify why she felt like this, she didn’t almost die or suffer from ptsd like they did.

“Stop it!” her brain yelled at her. Elle’s fingernails dug into her palms. As the thoughts in her brain got louder and louder.

Stop it.

“Ten hut!” Elle watched the dagger squad slowly raise their hand up to the side of their face— saluting the dead… saluting Bradley and Mav. They were dead. She’s all alone.

She sobbed loudly as their caskets were lowered into the ground. Elle couldn’t stop her sobs again—too loud, your going to wake them up.

No noise.

Elle went to lift her hand up to her mouth, to muffle the sobs. When her shaking body knocked the glass off the counter. Elle’s felt her world slow down as the glass cup shards landed on to the ground and hot steaming tea started burn her feet.

She didn’t even react to her burning feet— also didn’t feel the shards that started to prick her finger or in her feet. Shards surrounded her like the circle of death did- were ever Elle turned more glass appeared just like dead did.

Again Elle was in her own world.

Pain and sorrows took over her brain.

Damn it, Michelle Bradshaw you’ve done it this time- waking up two people who deserve sleep.

She couldn’t hear the footsteps that were approaching her. Elle soley focused on the glass that surrounded her feet, her only thoughts were “Make sure you don’t wake them up, gotta clean this up before they get injured”

Elle was still on the ground picking up the shards of glass— bigger cuts formed all over her hands. Some shards that were seeping into her skin were easily forgotten as Elle only thought about the task at hand don’t wake them up. The burning sensation should’ve gotten her attention- she purposefully didn’t acknowledge the pain, but before she could get too more pieces a set of strong arms wrapped around her gently.

Pulling her away from the glass. Pulling Elle out off her thoughts.

“Shh chickadee, let me see the damage” Bradley whispered into her ears.

No. No. No.

Elle tried breaking free out of Bradley’s grip.

“Hey, Hey easy Elle”. Bradley said almost stern. “Let Uncle Mav pick up the mess”

“S-sorry Brad-Brad” her voice was low. She’s really sorry, Elle didn’t mean to wake them up.

“For what Elle?” He and Mav were confused, Mav peered up from his cleaning. His face was a mixture of concern and confusion.

“I-I don’t k-know” Elle suddenly forgot why she’s apologizing.

“Whats wrong chicken?”

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to” she decided with.

“Not your fault kiddo” Mav assured her with a soft smile on his face. “How about Bradley help you upstairs to bathroom?”.

Bradley drops a kiss down on her head.

Elle nodded her head against Bradley’s chest. “Ready— 1..2..3” Maverick and Bradley both worked together to get her to the bathroom.

The trio slowly made up the stairs no words were spoken unless you count Elle’s constant sniffling and the sounds of Bradley giving her a forehead kiss.

A low whine was released from Elle’s throat as they settle her legs into the water.

“I know I’m sorry chickadee” Bradley rubbed her knuckles soothingly. “Were almost done I promise” Maverick said softly. The first aid kit appeared in his hands as a bandage were wrapped around her legs. And tweezers were in his hands.

“I’m sorry for waking you guys up”

“Kiddo what are you talking about?” Maverick’s voice was still filled with genuine confusion.

Bradley ran his hand up down her arm reassuring her.

“I-I’ve been having nightmares every night” she told them plainly, you could tell Elle was tired from everything.

Maverick head tilted sadly. “Kid?”

“Little Chick why didn’t you say anything?” her big brother asked with a frown on his face.

I don’t deserve the help you guys are giving me.

I don’t want Bradley to leave again.

“Because you guys just got home a couple days ago”

“So—what your my little sister Elle” Bradley bluntly told her.

“I don’t deserve help” Elle croaked out

“What are you talking about Ellie?” Maverick asked her.

“I’m not the one who almost died am I!” she demanded.“I didn’t pray for someone to come save me”.

“Come here Elle” Bradley beckoned with his hands.

“No, It’s fine— I’m fine” Elle shook her head. She started to move, to get up from the tub and Maverick gently pushed her back down.

“Look at me Michelle Bradshaw” Maverick enunciated the words he said.

“Look at me Elle, no- don’t look away, look at me please” Maverick waited until her bright green eyes met his. What happened to my kid?

“Your in pain sweetheart, it took a toll on you not knowing if we were coming back home alive, just like it would do anyone else”.

“Yeah” she agreed quietly. “I-I don’t wanna be alone again” Elle voice stammered.

Bradley’s frown got bigger he came to the realization this part his fault. “I’m so sorry chickadee, I left when you were still growing”.

“I promise you Elle-Bird I’m never leaving you, not by a chance”—Bradley promised her. “Only way I’m leaving is if someone prys me away from you”.

“He’s right Ellie, were sorry for causing you so much pain sweetheart”

“Just answer my question, how long has been like that?” Maverick wondered.

“Since mom died but it only got worse when Bradley left” her head held low.

“It’s not your fault chickadee, it’s takes time to heal from trauma” Bradley nodded his head agreeing with Mav.

“Come give your ole brother a hug” Bradley ordered her softly. She giggled and in return she saluted him mockingly. “You got it Lieutenant Bradshaw”

“I technically outrank your brother Elle so I demand a hug too”

A hug happened, happy tears fled from their eyes. But most importantly the Mitchell-Bradshaw family was together again.

Uncle Ice would be happy knowing his wish came true.

“Well it’s practically morning now, breakfast?”

“I’ll cook” Elle told them. “Sit there and look pretty”

A long road of healing is ahead of them but atleast their a family again.

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