#onestopfanficshop

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parenthood hcs (141 + los vaqueros + könig x f!reader)

tbh i feel like this sucks but like... i've been working on it too long to scrap it lol 💀 i might come back and add more as my brain starts to solidify again so if you read it and come back to more stuff just pretend you don't see it. so uh... enjoy the hot mess under the cut i guess

ghost/simon riley

during the pregnancy/delivery

—the reality of you being pregnant didn’t really sink in until after you started showing. that’s when he was like oh shit this is actually real this is actually happening

—if he was a light sleeper before (which i’m absolutely sure he was), he’s practically awake with his eyes closed at night now. very sensitive to every single movement you make, whether it’s you slightly shifting in your sleep or you getting up to use the bathroom. can’t really “fall asleep” until he’s absolutely sure that you are.

—has the most horrific nightmares of all the things that could go wrong with you and the baby, and he always feels so guilty afterwards, as if he was somehow willing those things to happen. he never told you about them until years later either

—likes to whisper to the baby when he thinks you’re asleep and can’t hear (except you can, and it nearly brings you to tears)

—was anxious to let you leave the house, insisting on getting all the groceries and whatever else you needed so you wouldn't have to go outside

—is paying attention to and remembers all of the important medical info that the doctor tells you two at your maternity appointments, especially when pregnancy brain is getting the best of you

—simon can't remember the last time he's cried in his adult life, but when he gets to hold your baby for the first time and they latch their tiny little fingers onto his larger one, he certainly does.

random parenting moments

—mans can hear the baby crying before the baby is even crying. being a light sleeper + having incredible hearing is a goated combo. he'll race into the nursery and try to take care of whatever the issue is to avoid waking you up at all costs

—absolute hell to fucking no to the hot diggity dog no when it comes to corporal punishment. no ands, ifs, or buts. (for the record, i don't think any of these men would do this, but simon especially, given his past). and it'll be a freezing cold day in hell before simon raises his voice at your kids; he simply doesn't see the need to

—gives his kids washable markers and lets them color in his tattoos

—shooting my girl dad blaster at this man because i can. (*pew pew*) he's the best tea party attendant in the history of tea party attendants. doesn't matter that he can barely even fit one thigh on the tiny chairs at his daughters' kiddie princess table–he'll make it work!

—i can definitely see him having sons too, which i know would be really bittersweet for him. he's determined to be a better father than the one that life afforded him. seeing that brotherly bond between his sons would be really therapeutic for him :(

—very surprised that his kids find funny, mostly because he's got that dry sarcastic deadpan humor, as opposed to the slapstick-type humor that most kids at that age gravitate towards. he's certainly not complaining, though; he loves making them laugh. he swears his kids' laughter is one of the best sounds in the world.

soap/johnny mctavish

during the pregnancy/delivery

—honestly is surprised at himself for deciding to settle down (finally). he knew he wanted a family eventually but he wasn't expecting it to happen so soon. he certainly isn't complaining though, because he thinks you'd be an amazing mother

—is constantly talking to your belly, even before the obgyn said that your baby had formed their ears. very determined for your kid to have his accent so he’s talking to them 24/7 lmfao

—and he definitely believes that the baby can communicate back 😭

—"okay, if you're a boy, what'd you think of this name? kick twice for yes."

—gives the absolute best foot rubs. would literally put a trained masseuse to shame

—so ecstatic when he finally gets his kid in his arms. he finally gets to see the little human that he's been talking to for the past several months; literally a dream come true

random parenting moments

—does the thing where he falls asleep on his back with the baby lying on his stomach

—his kids' first words will probably be curse words, no thanks to johnny 💀

—i'm picturing three kids: two boys (possibly twins; idk he just seems like a twin dad. it makes sense in my head, okay?)

—very relaxed parenting style, with an emphasis on letting his kids "fail" on their own and learning from their mistakes. relaxed shouldn't be confused with permissive, though, because he will definitely put his foot down and be more assertive if need be

—always down to play video games with his kids

—finds it absolutely hilarious to kiss you in front of the kids because they all make the most exaggerated sounds of disgust

—teaches your kids how to swim, which eventually leads to them convincing him to put a pool in the house (it took a lot of convincing but johnny just can't say no to them)

—has his own designated "dad" chair in the living room and gets disgruntled if he sees someone else sitting there. but one time he came back to one of the kids curled up in his chair late at night, fast asleep. he couldn't bring himself to wake them up so he just covered them in a blanket

gaz/kyle garrick

during the pregnancy/delivery

—lowkey has a stronger nesting instinct than you lol 💀 constantly is cleaning the house not only for you, but because it makes him feel calm

—always willing to hold your belly for a few minutes (or however long you need) to relieve you of the weight of carrying a whole human inside of you for a while

—also adores talking to the baby through your stomach, and loves putting headphones on your belly to play them music

—down to try your craving combos with you. sometimes he like “this is incredible" and other times he's like "what is this monstrosity" lol

—when you guys were putting together the nursery you discovered that ky has an impeccable eye for interior design. most of the unique pieces of furniture and paintings in the nursery were picked out by him

—has the biggest smile on his face once he gets to hold his kid for the first time. like his face hurts thats how hard he's smiling

random parenting moments

—literally doesn't want to put that baby down. like at all 💀 you practically have to beg him to give you your daughter so you can at least feed her

"just let me hold her for 5 more minutes!"

"kyle, your daughter is going to starve if you don't give her to me!"

—i'm thinking two kids for kyle is the perfect number to him; gender doesn't matter to him :)

—tries to keep up with pop culture so he won't be called old by his kids (and fails)

—always down to game with his kids

—has a really hard time saying no to them 😭 if you weren't there to keep him in check, your kids would be so spoiled

—LOVESSS halloween. taking his kids costume shopping and taking them trick-or-treating is one of the highlights of his year. and he's always down to customize a costume, too. anything from buying a bunch of different pieces to make one look or sanding down some plastic armor and painting it to look weathered—he's so unbelievably creative

john price

during the pregnancy/delivery

—collects sooo many books for the baby. especially loves the soft cloth books that have all of the different crinkly textures

—absolutely cherishes that first trimester where you’re not really showing and he gets to keep the two of you to himself and away from the rest of the world

—"sternly" tells the baby to stop kicking their mum (aka you lol)

—always has a protective arm around you while you two are out and about. was absolutely shocked by how many strangers would try and reach out and touch your stomach unprovoked once you started to pop. most of them were women, so the most he’d do was give them a hard look. still hated it though 🙄

—helps you make a checklist for your hospital bag + packs everything for you with military-like efficiency

—so so gentle when he holds his baby for the first time. he was never sure if he would get the chance to even be a father so it's quite emotional for him

random parenting moments

—your babies will have the largest vocabularies ever thanks to john, who refuses to use baby speak with his kids. instead, he speaks normally, as if the baby can understand him perfectly, and the results are pretty amusing

"love, did you move the almond butter?" john calls to you from downstairs.

"i swear i didn't!" you call back from upstairs, busy with your morning routine.

"hmph." he plants his hands on his hips, turning around, only to be met by the blinking stare of your infant daughter.

"darling, did you see your mother move the jar of almond butter?" he asks her, arms crossing over his chest.

*cue unintelligible-to-others-but-perfectly-understandable-to-john infant noises from the baby*

"bloody knew it. love, our daughter is saying you moved it. and she doesn't know how to lie yet, so i have no reason not to believe her."

—this man is so girl dad coded it's insane. but i'd like to think he'd have one son; he'd possibly be the middle or youngest kid

—you and the kids love to play "hide the bucket hat" from dad. price puts on his grumpy old man act but he secretly loves it because it always ends up with him chasing you guys until you all collapse in a laughing heap on the carpet

—constantly dropping bad dad jokes like he's paid to do it 😭 kids are always looking at him with a mixture of pity, disappointment, and mild annoyance

"dad, i'm hungry."

"why hello, hungry. my name's dad."

"no, your name is john.

"...how do you know that 😐"

alejandro vargas

during the pregnancy/delivery

—always showing you off to LITERALLY everyone, especially his family

—always finds a way to bring up the fact that your pregnant in every single conversation with a stranger lololol

—if you're the first one in ale's family to be pregnant (which you very well may be because i headcanon him as the oldest child in his family heehee) prepare to be spoiled by his siblings and the rest of his family. you have enough gifted clothes for your kid to wear an entirely different outfit every day for a year i'm not even kidding

—very protective, but not in a controlling concerning way. it’s more so seeing you visibly pregnant with a ring that he put on your finger that gets him all riled up

—was driving like an actual mad man to get you to the hospital when you woke him up in the middle of the night and told him your water broke (and by "driving like a mad man", i mean he forgot to use his blinkers and ran one singualr stop sign lmfao)

—first time he got to hold his baby it was absolutely love at first sight. gives you the most tender kiss on the forehead to say "thank you"

random parenting moments

—if you have all girls he is SUCH a girl dad. i think out of all the boys, he's the one that i can say would 100% have all daughters. he's playing princesses, doing hair for school, letting the girls experiment with makeup on him, all the works.

—and he absolutely doesn't let those "oh you're trapped in a house with all of those girls poor you!" comments slide. like at all.

—"not trapped, just lucky." he always says (before glaring at the person once they turn around)

—tries so hard not to curse in front of his girls but fails 💀 swear jar is always full

—the idea that your girls can do and be anything they want is drilled in from day one. naturally, this means that ale is the biggest sports dad EVER. he's at every recital, every game, every showcase, every scrimmage– you name it, he's there if he can make it. whenever he can't be there, he's always doing two mandatory facetimes; a pep talk before the game, and a debrief after

—one non-negotiable? self-defense. signed up each of his girls for self defense classes when they each started middle school

—not overprotective by any means. i mean, he can definitely be protective at times, but he knows his girls can handle themselves (you two raised them, after all).

—takes saving for their quinces as seriously as saving for their college funds (as he should)

—secretly a huge disney fan. he's watching all the disney princess movies, pretending like he's doing it for his daughters, but he's really doing it for himself hehe. still whisper-yells everytime he watches snow white eat the poison apple 💀

roldofo “rudy” parra

during the pregnancy/delivery

—is literally the most gentle person with you ever and it’s so sweet :(( always willing to massage out any knots you have in your shoulders or neck

—does all your pregnancy exercises with you (even though he’s not the one delivering the baby lol) just so you won’t feel alone :)

—always down to cook whatever cravings you desire (or run out to the nearest grocery store or gas station to get them)

—he's already a pretty touchy person but it's amplified times 10 during your pregnancy. he can't keeps his hands off of you, especially your stomach

—his abuela is always on back, asking you if he's taking good care of you and scolding him if she's sees you so much as lifting a plate by yourself 💀

—when your baby was born, he was quite sensitive to the noises of the hospital, getting fussy and crying a bit whenever he heard doors closing and loud beeps and such. you noticed however, that when rudy was holding him whenever this happened, he never shushed him to keep him quiet. he would simply rock your son back and forth, whispering quietly to him about whatever was on his mind until the newborn would calm down. just witnessing this alone solidified the fact that you'd basically picked the perfect man to be the father of your children.

random parenting moments

—carries his kids everywhere when they're young, even when they can walk. he just loves holding them :(

—incredibly rational, even in the face of conflict. when your kids get to be teenagers and get into typical teenage trouble and whatnot, he sits down with you first to break down what happened and what an appropriate response would be. not a fan of reacting on emotion (which teenagers can make very tempting to do) , which is always appreciated by both you and the kids

—i think he'd have the biggest family out of all the boys; i'm thinking 4 at the very least, with more girls than boys

—takes birthday party planning seriously, even when they're little and won't remember it all

—lovesss cooking with his babies. he gets ‘em those little kiddie knives that are safe to use and teaches them the proper technique and everything

—very frantic whenever one of them gets sick. even if it’s the mildest headache or a slight upset stomach, he just hates seeing any of them in pain

—drop-off duty warrior. has a whole system in place to get all the kids into the car on time and he’s literally never been late. it’s honestly very impressive

—vicks vapor rub is the solution to everything. sore throat? vapor rub. headache? vapor rub. bad day? vapor rub. broken leg? vapor rub (jk) (not really)

könig

during the pregnancy/delivery

—if you have mood swings, könig has to try his absolute hardest not to panic right along with you. he knows that your hormones are giving you a hard time right now, so he really wants to be your rock through all of it (however, if you start crying out of nowhere, he'll probably definitely start panicking)

—once you start showing, he likes talking to the baby in german to "give them a head start" (his words not mine)

—also good luck with that delivery babes because that's gonna be a 10 pounder at LEAST 😭 high probability you're getting a c-section

—if there's any complications, especially with a c-section, best believe any shred of social anxiety is disappearing and he's running on pure adrenaline when he yells at tells the medical staff in the room that he refuses to watch you and his child die here

—was so thankful you two were both okay that his hands were shaking a little when he cut the umbilical cord

—holds his kid like they're made of glass because he's so big that he fears hurting them :(

random parenting moments

—when the kids finally get to the toddler stage, he's pumped. they can run now, and he absolutely loves chasing them. also the kids love to treat their dad like a tree, climbing him and dangling off his arms like he's a human swing, which has given you a mild heart attack more than once 😭

—loves reading to them every night before bed

—i’m thinking two kids for him; either a boy and a girl or two girls

—big fan of doing doing arts and crafts with them (your house is constantly covered in scraps of construction paper)

—also loves taking the kids to a local fairground where they can go on a bunch of rides, pet some animals at the petting zoo, and play games. könig is usually too tall to ride the rides comfortably (rip), but he doesn't mind. as long as the kids are having fun, that's all that matters to him!

—yearly trips to visit his mom and grandma in austria are an absolute must

—kids are always clinging to him during the colder months because he just radiates heat

—his homemade remedy: soup! the kids absolutely love the different soups that he makes and it always seems to make them feel better whenever they're under the weather :)

#könig x reader #john price x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #simon riley x reader #soap mctavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #rudy parra x reader #cod headcanons #onestopfanficshop

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Avatar | ATWOW: FIC RECOMMENDATIONS

This is for anyone else who is searching for certain avatar (wotw) fics; I’ve got you.

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All the time in the world @onestopfanficshop

All ten toes @black-dhalias

Being courted @nervousd

Being a pilot and Tsu’tey liking you @bumblesimagines

Breeding Kink @anchoeritic

Breeding kink head cannons @alien-magnolia

Call it all you want @theseuscmander

"dada??" " do i look-” by @victoirey

Domestic life with Tsu’tey x fem reader @atokirina-writings

Genesis @sapphicrhee

Grieving apologies @pandor-uhhh

Giving Tsu'tey a lap dance @tarrynightss

i see you @/victoirey

Kxani @neteyamslovrr

Ma TSu'tey (sneak peak) @iammefrfr

..Make you his @nanamimizz

Meeting r dreamwalker! reader in their human body for the first time @thatgrumpybxtch

Mr steal your girl @asimpwithfreetime

nip ngahu | stuck with you @sevinisms

Ray of sunshine @merivalowrites

Riding lessons @/nanamimizz

Sharp edges @star-girl69

They would have loved you @avatarbyamara

The calm before the storm @/atokirinia-writings

tìtunu | tsu'tey @hinataashoyos

Treating Tsuteys wounds @/star-girl69

Tsutey as a dad headcannons @/avatarbyamara

Tsu’tey having a crush on Neytiri's brother @/bumblesimagines

Tsu’tey headcannons @/avatarbyamara

Tsu’tey with a short sighted mate @/avatarbyamara

tsu’tey being courted by a human reader @kiiyevame

Tsu’tey with a human reader who loves to give and receive praise @/anchoeritic

Unrequited @randxmthxughts (!!! Y’all should read this!!)

Unspoken @/avatarbyamara

Way of the heart @lovebeinaprincessworld

We should have one @/avatarbyamara

You will never be truly without me @/avatarbyamara

You didn’t drink your tea @/avatarbyamara

You tasted like yovo fruit @/avatarbyamara

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𝗠𝗔𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟮)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC RECS M.LIST

ONE CHICAGO

KEVIN ATWATER

Badge of Honor — @keanureevesisbae

Torments — @proceduralpassion .☘︎ ݁˖

I’ll Be Seeing You — @proceduralpassion .☘︎ ݁˖

Just One Round — @yaachtynoboat711 .☘︎ ݁˖

Coffee Bae — @yaachtynoboat711 .☘︎ ݁˖

Can We Talk — @yaachtynoboat711 .☘︎ ݁˖

S.O.S. — @darqchilddaydreamz .☘︎ ݁˖

I Got You — @darqchilddaydreamz .☘︎ ݁˖

Daddy Kink — @strwbrrykss

Nothin’ I Wouldn’t Do For You — @libraryofloveletters

Won’t You Be Mine?— @ssahotchswifemain

Smoothie — @reelwriter19 .☘︎ ݁˖

Say It — @blackmissfrizzle .☘︎ ݁˖

Doctor’s Visit (Drabble) — @blackmissfrizzle .☘︎ ݁˖

Lucky Ones — @blackmissfrizzle .☘︎ ݁˖

Ready — @blackmissfrizzle .☘︎ ݁˖

CONNOR RHODES

Lunch — @collecting-stories

Model Husband — @deanstead

Money, Money, Money — @poppadom0912

Vows — @deanstead

In The Dark — @bullet-prooflove

JAY HALSTEAD

My Blessings — @halsteadlover

Mine — @onechicagolife

What Are You Doing? — @themultifandomgal

Never Been So Scared — @dlmlufics

Med Students — @poppadom0912

I’m Late — @dlmlufics

Domestic — @lily174

I’ll Look Out For You — @lily174

Birthday Surprise — @dlmlufics

I Promised You Forever — @dlmlufics

The Sister Halstead Materlist — @citygirlcharlotte

Baby Halstead — @dlmlufics

Mrs. Detective Jay Halstead — @dlmlufics

HANK VOIGHT

Keep You Safe — @poisonedjoinery

Filthy Secrets — @poisonedjoinery

Sweet Little Thing — @poisonedjoinery

The Family We Chose — @procrastinatorimagines

Hank x Deaf!Fem!Reader — @keanureevesisbae

Is That My Shirt? — @one-sweet-gubler

Slow And Steady — @smaoineamhsalach

Accidental First Kiss — @libraryofloveletters

TLOU

ABBY ANDERSON

Anything But Me (+ Ellie Williams) ⎢ Part 2 — @seattlesellie

Abby x Ticklish!Reader — @lolasimms

First Kiss — @millerssurora

Sleepy Lovemaking w/ Abby — @lolasimms

Scumbag!Abby — @canaidliafail

Uncharted Territory — @sweetercalypso

Abby Being Sweet w/ Crybaby!Reader — @sweetercalypso

Stressed Out — @ourautumn86

Tea Parties and Mockery — @lolasimms

Espresso and Hand Holding — @lolasimms

Abby and Reader w/ Toddler Twins — @lolasimms

Girl Mom!Abby x Black!Reader ⎢ More HCs — @theendofevangelionnn .☘︎ ݁˖

At Least I Got You In My Head ⎢ 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 2.5 ⎢ 3 — @whatwouldsylwrite

Camgirl!Reader x Camgirl!Abby — @deblklesb

Abby Making A Sextape With You— @deblklesb

Soft Ridges — @elsfairy

Discovering The Mommy Kink — @hope-drunk

The Late Shift — @pinknightsinmymind

Tan Lines — @sweetercalypso

Look, Wild Cherries! — @s-4pphics .☘︎ ݁˖

Sexting w/ GF!Abby — @ourautumn86

Jealous Sex w/ Basketball!Abby — @elsweetheart

Morning Routine — @lolasimms

Abby Teasing You — @strawberryjamheart

Stay Grounded ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 — @canaidliafail

Deep End — @angelkissiies

Stubborn — @darlingmisa

It’s Gonna Kill Me — @fleshwaters

Abby Anderson NSFW HCs — @pinknightsinmymind

Size Kink w/ Abby — @seattlesellie

Mom!Abby HCs — @lolasimms

Abby Helps You Squirt — @sweet-lover-girl

Mornings — @pinknightsinmymind

Wife!Abby and Reader ⎢ Part Two — @lolasimms

Modern AU: GF!Abby HCs ⎢ Part 2 — @hyperfixatesnwrites

What? Like It’s Hard? — @angelkissiies

Try Something New — @toasty-melons

Lemon Color, Honey Glow — @girldreaming

Munch! — @ourautumn86

Being Modern!Abby’s Girlfriend — @hope-drunk

Rugby Player!Abby — @abbysgirlx

Cooking For Abby — @darlingmisa

Hockey!Abby — @millersaurora

Serene — @elsfairy

Talk You Through It — @pinknightsinmymind

Text Messages (+ Ellie and Dina) — @onestopfanficshop

#navigation

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Call of Duty Masterpost

Hello! Welcome to my Call of Duty Masterpost!! If you happen to see this, this is a masterpost of various Call of Duty fanfics and masterlists that I have come across from different authors. If you are one of these authors and do not want your work shared here, please message me. Other than that, please enjoy and check in often as this is continuously being edited.

Masterlists:

Uselesshuman’s Masterlist

m4ctavish’s Masterlist

mactavsh’s Masterlist

Wttcsms’ Masterlist

Halfmoth-Halfman’s Masterlist

Charnelhouse’s Masterlist

Toshidou’s Masterlist

Crimsonbubble’s Masterlist

fict1onallyobsessed’s Masterlist

xcixmoon’s Masterlist

strikecommander’s Masterlist

vvh1sk3y’s Masterlist

keegansgf’s Masterlist

Siren Song series Masterlist by the-bottom-of-the-abyss

ghost-soap’s Masterlist

ghostandsoap’s Masterlist

lethalchiralium’s Masterlist

the-book-gnome’s Masterlist

emomanswhore’s Masterlist

harachuiyo’s Masterlist

starphasedd’s Masterlist

classickook’s Masterlist

johnnytavish’s Masterlist

peachfridges’ Masterlist

eliecasa’s Masterlist

asta-lily’s Masterlist

whiskeynwriting’s Masterlist

gh0stswh0re’s Masterlist

themology’s Masterlist

wakatshi’s Masterlist

plastikun’s Masterlist

captain-of-my-game1992’s Masterlist

diorstarr’s Masterlist

yeyinde’s Masterlist

mehidktbh’s Masterlist

isa-grant’s Masterlist

nsharks’ Masterlist

zombieintheflesh’s Masterlist

koniglover’s Masterlist

une-femme-des-lettres’ Masterlist

mvtthewmurdmvck’s Masterlist

churchofrain’s Masterlist

sweet-as-an-angel’s Masterlist

shoot-the-oneshot’s Masterlist

gtgbabie0’s Masterlist

moondirti’s Masterlist

bemyawakening’s Masterlist

konigbabe’s Masterlist

sednonamoris’ Masterlist

worstghost’s Masterlist

darkherolovercroissant’s Masterlist

hina-hina’s Masterlist

irnbru32’s Masterlist

Fics

A Fish with a Bow Tie by onestopfanficshop

Kerosene Touch by questyfics

Paralyzer by questyfics

Ghost x Hurt!Reader by questyfics

Ghost x Reader x Soap by questyfics

Ghost x Reader x Soap Voyeurism by questyfics

Reader gets injured x König by questyfics

Walking in on König by questyfics

Staying In by cioneo

Truth is out by iamcalmdammit

Dirty Thoughts by iamcalmdammit (part 2 of Truth is Out)

Take it out on Me by iamcalmdammit (part 3 of Truth is Out)

Sleepless Night by iamcalmdammit

The Answer by iamcalmdammit (part 2 of Sleepless Night)

Mr-mandalorian fic Ghost x Reader

Now you see ‘em, now you don’t by stararch4ngell4dy including part 2,3

Ghost x Artist!Reader by horrorisunknowntoyou

Negative Ghost(rider) by randomshitwhore

Affirmative Ghost(rider) by randomshitwhore

Caught in the Spider’s Web by catharsisfire

The Spider’s Bite by catharsisfire

Hot Showers by crimsonbubbles (part 1 is linked in this second part)

Cold Heart, Warm Hands by preciouslandmermaid (part 2 included)

In Love with Johnny’s Girl by dimepdf

Arañita by danirizz

Making König flustered by theoutlawfaleena

Kissing König Headcanon by theoutlawfaleena

you get me closer to god ghost x reader by munsonsins

sleepless ghost x reader by ppinkvvitch

threesome with ghost and soap by h0rnyauth0r

tattoos ghost x reader by vcnillazelda

ruthless ghost x reader by sweetnothingtm

Voice Kink ghost x Reader by sweetnothingtm

Ghost x Doctor!Reader by a-edgar-allan-hoe

Showering Together for the first time multiple x reader by judethejudas

Time Off multiple x POC!Reader by niawritesbs

Baby Blues Price x Reader by halcyone-of-the-sea

Let Me Lean on You Price x Reader by halcyone-of-the-sea

Enemies to Lovers multiple x reader by ghostbabyboii

141 Taskforce x genz!Reader headcanons by sant-riley

Big Bear König x Reader by pettyprocrastination

How they react to you wearing their shirt multiple x reader by drunkwater

Holding Hands with Task Force 141 by holdmyhand

#cod masterpost

[undercoverpena]

Hi! Loving your Simon and Helen pieces! Do you have any fic recs for the Cod boys? (I need moooore)

aww that’s so lovely to hear! 💕

I don’t read as much as i want to, so if others can help rec that’ll be amazing! however, here you go. i’ve picked a personal fave, but all of these writers works are amazing! trustttt me. the fact some of them interact/have interacted with me is bonkers to me.

some of these you may have seen before, but honestly check out their masterlists—you will be SPOILED!

ghost

riptide by @yeyinde ✨

boxed cake by @charnelhouse 💕 (tattoos is another fave too)

the little thing by @halfmoth-halfman ✨

cigarettes out the window by @moondirti 💕

a fish with a bow tie by @onestopfanficshop ✨

devils advocate by @sweetnothingtm 💕

soap

charcoal by @moondirti 💕

you left bruises by @halfadogwrites ✨

price

i don’t personally read price, but I know @guyfieriii has a professor!price collection and that @yeyinde has some fics 🎉

and the others I’ve not come across (other than as side characters)

#ghost fic recs #jo’s cod fic recs #asked and answered #kind souls #anon

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spider-noir smutty headcanons

um... yeah this is…idk how to explain myself um. literally just spidernoir x f!reader smut headcanons. mdni

Spider-Noir, who tries his absolute hardest to remember to ask for permission, but sometimes gets so lost in it that he forgets to. Gets so lost in it that he just takes what he wants from you, leaving you completely and utterly breathless.

Spider-Noir, who dies a little inside every time he hears those absolutely sinful noises that his action tug from your lips.

Spider-Noir, who is oh-so talkative in bed, something that you were not expecting from him. But, you certainly weren't complaining either.

“Goodness, darling… you’re making quite a mess there, aren't you?”

Spider-Noir, who loves having you on top, where he can admire you in all your glory. Loves to dig his gloved fingers into the pliant flesh of your torso, gaze lustful and heady.

Spider-Noir, who fucking hates having you on top. You're slow—agonizingly so. He tries to be a gentleman, really tries, but...

"Darling, please, don't–don't be a tease," he stutters, grip on your hips tightening. "Please, just–a little faster for me, doll, please…"

Spider-Noir, who gets borderline animalistic during missionary. Who loves to cage you in, loves watching your facial features contort in bliss, loves the feeling of your fingertips dragging down his back, and loves ducking down to drown out your moans with endless kisses.

Spider-Noir, who's dominant exterior completely disappearing when you go down on him. Your proper, no-nonsense boyfriend is suddenly reduced to a babbling, incoherent mess, cursing more than you've ever heard him curse before.

"H-honey... goddamn it," he hisses. "I'm so—so close..." he whispered, hands trembling in your hair as he fought to the urge to push your head down further.

Spider-Noir, who's favorite lazy Sunday activity was making you fall apart on his tongue and his fingers, in that order. His arm reaching down to your clit, parallel to your torso, his lips and his nose oscillating between your neck and your ears, talking you through orgasm after orgasm. The only thing on his mind are your moans, the way your legs are tangled in his, and how deeply you're digging your fingernails into his bicep.

Spider-Noir, who dips his index finger in the glass of his whiskey sour, runs it over your lips, and kisses it all off.

Spider-Noir, who hugs you when he's close.

#running away and hiding now #this is embarrassing #spidernoir x reader smut #spidernoir x reader #spider noir #spidernoir smut #spiderman noir smut #onestopfanficshop

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könig headcanons

warnings: afab!reader, mentions of unprotected sex, oral sex, thigh riding and fucking, and an (accidentally) broken condom lol

A/N: this is so self indulgent LMFAO. can you believe i've had this sitting in my drafts for over three weeks? i hope y'all enjoy bc there's not enough content for this man fr! gif not mine :)

will use your fingers as a human fidget toy

he likes to rub his chin when he’s thinking real hard about something

loves grapes (green ones only, and they have to be cold)

the left corner of his nose constantly gets dry for whatever reason so he’s always needing to put extra lotion there

hums under his breath without realizing it and it's the cutest thing ever. especially if he’s alone with you, or if he’s just relaxed and in his element

he really loves to cook but he's too lazy to do the cleanup after he's done

has better than 20/20 eyesight; idk, i just feel deep in my soul that he does

if he's lying on his stomach and you start rubbing his back or scratching it, he'll literally melt it is the most relaxing thing in the world to him

his morning voice is super deep and raspy. i feel so strongly about this it just has to be true

is a snob about bread. he just likes a nice warm loaf of well baked bread okay?

when you first started dating, it would sometimes scare him when he would wake up in the middle of the night and see you lying there peacefully next to him; he had never shared a bed with someone else before so it took him a while to get used to it 

but once he does he literally will treat you like a human body pillow. which sounds cute in theory but it's not 😭 like if you need to go pee in the middle of the night, good luck getting yourself untangled from him without waking him up (spoiler alert: it's not really possible to do bc he's the lightest sleeper on planet earth). you can either hold it or deal with a groggy and slightly grumpy könig the next day lolol

is the clingiest bf ever. if you let him, könig will sit on the floor next to you while you’re in the bath and hold your hand if you dangle it off the side of the tub while you watch a show together

speaking of baths this man hates taking them. he's never found a tub big enough to fit him so he just doesn't bother. he hates when his skin gets super wrinkly from being in water for too long anyways

loves to put a bunch of creamers and sweeteners in his coffee. the first time you took him to starbucks he was like a kid in a candy shop when you told him all the different flavored syrups that they had

doesn't like swimming; i mean he knows how to do it (bc of his job) but it's not his favorite thing to do. he feels like the water is always working against him lol

yeah he has social anxiety but when he's with you? especially once he gets comfy with you? yeah that's a different man entirely

like he loves to tease you constantly, is very cocky, and is super funny in a witty dry humor type of way

is absolutely the type of boyfriend to keep a joke going once he sees you're laughing really hard at it just so he can continue to hear your laugh :,)

know how to make jams from scratch for some reason; his favorites are peach and strawberry jam

one time he finished making a fresh batch of jams; you tied cute little ribbons around the jars and jokingly said you were "proud of the jams we made"

könig shaking his head because you didn't do shit except for stir a few times and sneak some tastes when you *thought* he wasn't looking (he's always looking)

buuuut he loves you so he plays along and tells you that you did amazing

makes fun of you if you like to watch cheesy or dumb shows but then 10 minutes later he's on the couch next to you, fully invested and asking you who the characters are and what's going on in the plot

is bad at sharing his food. even with you. he's more than happy to get you seconds but just don't touch his food, alright?

love language is 📢PHYSICAL TOUCH📢

followed by acts of service and quality time obviously. but yeah... the man is handsy. better get used to it

nsfw

first time you guys did it, it was awkward but in a really cute way. he was very, very nervous but also overly confident at the same time somehow? it was a potent mix

he'd watched porn before and gotten himself off but he didn't really know what to expect irl. he just knew that he wanted to make you feel good

when you tried to put one of the condoms you had on him, it broke. this man is huge so EVERY part of him is huge. like it just split clean in half 😭 and he turned bright red and started apologizing profusely 

it was super intense up until that happened and you just started bursting into giggles which just made him grab your neck and kiss you to shut you up

that laughter turned into moaning real quick mhm

you eventually just told him to pull out and you would take a morning-after pill just in case; the prospect of fucking you without a condom made him more excited than he wanted to admit 

has a ridiculous amount of stamina, we're talking three rounds at the absolute LEAST

LOVES thigh fucking and cannot get enough of it. especially since he can go for a lot of rounds, and if you tire more easily, he loves it as an alternative. something about cumming all over your thighs sends him into overdrive

speaking of thighs, thigh riding? oh yeah. that'll do it for him. that'll do it! his eyes would go so wide with awe at the fact that he could make you feel that good without doing anything. especially if you wrap your hands around his neck and you're so close to his face that your noses are touching; you're panting and trying your hardest not to moan loudly so no one else will hear? he's gonna fucking fall apart

whenever he's on top of you, he's infinitely careful to not put all of his weight own you, despite you telling him multiple times that you wouldn't mind and that you could handle it

dirty talk would get him flustered but at the same time, he'd have the stupidest grin on his face if you did it 

if you wear lingerie he'll like- he'll literally die and go to heaven. especially the fancy ones with the garters and the stockings, even though he has absolutely zero clue how they work. like i'm imagining him sitting on the edge of the bed, you standing in front of him and staring right into his eyes as you guide his hands to the garters to take the stockings off (JUST GAVE MYSELF BUTTERFLIES LEMME RUN A LAP REAL QUICK)

okay i'm back where were we

i feel like what he does after you're done sort of depends on you. like if you get a huge burst of energy after sex and you wanna stay up and talk he will totally do it. but also if you're the type of person that immediately falls asleep after he'll go right to sleep with you

if he’s on top and you dig your fingers into his biceps he will bust right then and there. trust me.

THIS MAN EATS PUSSY FOR PLEASURE PERIOD. i will not accept any other truth. he’ll literally grind down into the sheets while he’s eating you out and has probably accidentally came a few times from doing so. he especially loves when your thighs squeeze around his head, and all the pretty little noises you make when he does it. as soon as he can tell you’re close he starts to give you the most intense eye contact while he’s doing it and it’ll probably send you over the edge

he loves being on top because he can cage you in and he has access to your neck to give it non-stop kisses and hickeys

but on the other hand he also loves it when you're on top; his hands will never leave your hips and he'll be gripping onto them like his life depends on it

when he cums, he cums hard and a lot. it's basically like a fountain... sometimes, when he does it while he's still inside of you, there'll be so much that it actually leaks out of you and onto the bed

was kind of self conscious about it and felt bad for making a mess until you told him it was nothing to be embarrassed about and it had actually turned you way on

for someone that doesn't prefer to talk all that much outside, this man is--whew. he is vocal like he is fucking paid to do it. especially when he's about to cum or if you're on top of him. this is a man that is not afraid to moan fr fr.

he's always asking you if you're okay and if what he's doing feels good to you. "is this alright?" is a sentence you've heard countless times and yet it still gives you goosebumps always

unspoken rule that if you're wearing his clothes you're gonna get fucked right then and there 😭 just accept it. könig seeing his SO in his clothes is always gonna do it for him!

#könig #könig cod #könig smut #könig hc #könig x reader #könig mw2 #könig x you #könig call of duty #onestopfanficshop

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a fish with a bowtie

a simon "ghost" riley x reader blurb part two here!

no shock that i have fallen for yet another tall, muscular masked man. nothing new here! 😭

warnings/author's note: it feels so good to actually be able to write again omg. i included a very poorly drawn floor plan of the house in my head so you can visualize it better- nothing worse than not being able to see a story in your head! just some language and unreasonable amounts of fluff. your call sign is sparrow. simon being simon. gif not mine

word cound: 2100

"If any of you get boot prints on my tile, I swear to God…" you threaten weakly, kicking your shoes off at the door. The team knew better than to argue. You had saved their asses back at the warehouse breach–and unfortunately, you also took the brunt of the damage. Your head was throbbing, and your legs threatened to give out at any moment beneath you. The team had been successful with your help, but the attack was loud. They figured they'd lie low for a couple of days and let the smoke clear, but they needed a safe house. You debated it for a second before reluctantly telling the boys that you knew a place.

Unluckily for you, that place was your house.

The team silently marveled at your home. It seemed to be a perfect reflection of you but also not at the same time. For someone that claimed to be no frills, your couch sure did look fancy. But your collection of vinyls matched up with all the music recommendations you'd give them between missions. Soap geeked out over the movie posters you had framed around the living room, and Price squinted at your coffee table decor. He never took you for a candle person.

"Is that an original Back to the Future poster?" Soap asked in awe. 

"Mhm…" you mumble distantly, racking the fridge for food. You zone out on the bright lights of the fridge for a second before letting out a grim chuckle. Of course there was no food. You were barely ever in this house– if you kept food in the fridge, it would all go rotten. Seriously, how fucked up was your brain right now?

You decided to search for the pantry next. It was mostly empty, save for a few spices and boxes of tea here or there. Your eyes searched the shelves until you found what you were looking for: exactly five bowls of nearly expired Hot-and-Spicy ramen soup, which was just enough for you, Soap, Price, Gav, and Ghost. You thanked whatever higher power might exist out there as you stacked the bowls on top of each other, carrying them close to your chest to avoid dropping them.

"I have the finest delicacy here for you, boys," you say humorously. "Three Michelin stars,” you continue, earning a laugh from Soap and Gaz. You set the bowls down on the kitchen island, keeping one for yourself. You tear open the lid and untwist a water bottle cap, pouring the water up to the ridged line inside the bowl. After you poured the tiny packet of dehydrated vegetables and chicken, you stick it into the microwave and lean cross-armed on the kitchen island, waiting for the three minutes to pass. The rest dutifully follow your lead, taking turns with the microwave built into your kitchen and the other one that was plugged in on the counter. 

"Dinner" was eaten in relative silence. Not that anyone could hear anything anyways (you really needed to tell Soap to go easy on the frags before you all went deaf). You were too busy eating your soup to notice the team sneaking glances at each other and then at you, Ghost most of all.

After you all ate, you pointed everyone to their rooms. Soap went straight away, which is how you could tell he was really exhausted. Price and Gaz sat on the couch debriefing for a while before they headed to bed, too. Only you and Ghost were left. You were lying on the couch, half-tuned in to some old-time game show on the TV. Ghost sat on the loveseat to the right of you, polishing his gun and sneaking occasional glances at the TV—and at you. 

“Shit,” you exclaimed suddenly. Ghost halted his movements, watching as you got up to a sitting position, closing your eyes.

“What is it?” he asked you quietly, finger moving instinctively to the trigger.

“No, I’m fine. I just�� I just remembered I have to wash my hair. It’ll be a fucking miracle if I don’t collapse in the shower,” you sighed. “It’s a whole process, and it’s gonna take forever, and it’s already late… I’d better start now,” you finish, rubbing your eyes.

Ghost sat for a moment, contemplating what you said.

“I’ll do it for you.”

“What?”

“I mean—only if you want. I could. Over the sink or... something.” It’s the first time you ever heard Ghost sound unsure of himself, and it completely threw you off.

“Are you... sure?” you ask, staring at him.

“Positive,” he replied, staring back.

“Okay… I’ll be right back,” you say, moving towards the stairs. Once you were in your bathroom, you grabbed everything you would need: a towel, shampoo, conditioner, and your beloved shampoo brush.

When you got back downstairs, you found Ghost ungloved and running water in the sink, absentmindedly touching his fingers to the stream of water as his eyes were fixed on the TV. It occurred to you that he was making sure the temperature of the water would be okay for you. You weren’t entirely sure why your stomach got light at the sight of it, but you stubbornly decided to ignore it.

“You ready?” he asked, eyeing all the stuff you were carrying. 

“Mhm,” you say, setting everything down on the counter. “I’ll just lie like this over the sink to make it easier for you,” you tell him, lying down and pulling your knees up on the unusually long kitchen island. The size of the island had been something that drew you to the house when you were house shopping, even though you weren’t home enough to cook on it.

“Is that a torture device?” Ghost said, jutting his chin at the shampoo brush sitting on the counter as he got your hair wet.

You laugh for the first time all day when your eyes land on what he’s gesturing at. “Far from it. You kinda just use it to get the shampoo into my scalp. Probably my favorite invention.”

“Your favourite invention?” Ghost repeated to you.

“Yeah. What’s yours?” you ask him. 

He’s silent for a minute as he squeezes the shampoo onto your hair and works it into a lather.

“Electric kettle,” he responds finally.

“You Brits and your tea,” you say fondly, laughing to yourself. Ghost let out a sound, and it took you a second before you realized he chuckled. He laughed. You had never heard him laugh before. You decided you liked the sound.

“What’s your favorite kind of tea, Ghost?” you ask, closing your eyes. He had started using the shampoo brush, and it felt like heaven. You could feel the grime and dried blood dislodging from your scalp; you didn’t even want to see what the sink looked like right now.

“Black tea, maybe earl gray. But I’m not picky,” he shrugged. His eyes narrowed at the nape of your neck where he saw a thin line of blood. 

“You have an interesting cut back here, Sparrow.” He started rinsing out the shampoo as he carefully moved your hair aside to examine it further.

“Well, shit,” you say, sighing louder than necessary. “How bad is it? Is it stitch-worthy? Am I gonna make it?” you ask sarcastically.

“No stitches. You’ll live. Unfortunately,” Ghost deadpans. You roll your eyes at him just as you notice his hands aren’t in your hair anymore. You turn your head to see him squinting at the conditioner bottle.

“The hell is this for?” he asked.

“The conditioner?” you replied incredulously. 

“I know what it is, it’s just—why is it separate?” 

You squint your eyes in thought, trying to understand what he meant when it suddenly clicked.

“Simon…” you say, a wicked grin spreading on your face as you move up to a sitting position, carful not to drip water everywhere. His eyes shot down to look at you. That got his attention. You almost never called him by his actual name. “Please don’t tell me you use it.”

“Use what?” Ghost pressed, getting mildly annoyed. Oh, how he wanted to wipe that stupidly adorable annoying smile off your face. He hated not being in on a joke, even if he rarely showed it.

“On today’s true crime episode,” you say, grabbing the conditioner bottle out of his hands to use as a makeshift microphone. He crosses his arms at your antics, seeming oblivious to the fact that he was getting water and eucalyptus-scented suds all over the arms of his uniform.

“We’re looking at one of the most prolific criminals out there, Lieutenant Ghost. It’s terrifying, it’s horrifying, it's downright disturbing. What are his crimes ,you ask? Using two-in-one… shampoo and conditioner,” you finish, lowering your voice for dramatic effect.

“Fucking hell,” Ghost rasps, voice tinged with exasperation. “Am I not supposed to?”

“No!” you whisper-shout, mindful of your sleeping teammates. “Shampoo strips all the oils from your hair and conditioner puts moisture back in! How could one product do that simultaneously? I mean, seriously, Ghost,” you say, squeezing a generous amount into the palm of your hand before smoothing it over your strands. “It’s common sense.”

“It’s not common sense. Tedious and unnecessary is what it is,” he replies gruffly, watching you put the conditioner on. “So what, you just–put it on, and… leave it there?”

“Yeah… I usually leave it in for 15 minutes while I do other stuff but I’ll just let it sit for a couple minutes since I’m-” you pause, yawning. “Tired.”

“Do you want me to wash it out for you?” he asks, his voice going unusually soft.

“Yes, please,” you responded, lying back down so your hair was over the edge of the sink again. 

His fingers thread through your hair, ridding it of the last traces of conditioner. You force your eyes closed, trying not to think about the fact that Ghost’s face was mere inches away from yours. You felt something cold brush by your face, and your eyes shoot open to see the gleam of his dog tags dangling over you.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” he mumbled, tucking them back into his uniform like it was nothing.

Like it didn’t just get your heart caught in your throat.

You can feel his hands wringing out the water in your hair, strong enough to get your hair dry but not strong enough to hurt you. In a final act of pure kindness, he takes the towel sprawled out on the counter and throws it over your head.

“Done,” he says nonchalantly, ignoring your muffled protests from under the towel. When you finally get the towel off and tie it around your hair, you see him standing by the bottom of the stairs, leaning against the wall and watching you intently. Suddenly shy, you pull a stray blanket off of one of the chairs at the island and wrap yourself in it as makeshift armor from his icy gaze.

“You going to bed?” he asks as you walk up. You spin on your heel to look back down at where he’s still standing, arms crossed.

“No. I was actually just about to go for a six mile run,” you shoot back, rolling your eyes. “You should go to sleep too, Ghost. I could see your beady little eyes fighting to stay open at the dinner table.”

“My eyes are not beady.”

“Whatever. I’m going to bed. You can stay up until my neighbor's rooster Fish starts crowing if you like,” you say, fighting off another yawn.

“Your neighbor has a rooster named Fish?” he asks, amusement tinting his voice as he starts up the steps after you.

“Mr. Stricker is a strange man,” you reply. You’re met with a few seconds of silence as Ghost catches up to you.

“What do you call a fish wearing a bow tie?” he questions.

“Oh God.”

“Sofishticated,” he continues, not missing a beat. You were not expecting the laugh that erupts from your lips, and you clamp a hand over your mouth, wary of the rest of the team sleeping right above you. 

“That was so not funny,” you say, clearing your throat in a poor attempt to cover up your smile.

“Mhm. And yet you laughed,” Ghost replied. Even in the dim light, you can spot the glint in his eyes. You’d like to think that under his mask, he was smiling too. 

He fell into step with you now, his hands brushing against yours as you two made it up the rest of the stairs. There was plenty of room for both of you to walk without touching each other, but you didn’t pull your hand away.

Neither did he.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley fanfic #mw2 #modern warfare 2 #ghost x reader #onestopfanficshop

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if you still write for carmen, would you mind writing something soft and sweet for him <3

omg anon i'm so sorry this was late 😭 i hope you can forgive me and i hope you like this!

warnings: language, mentions of cut skin and blood, mostly just carmy taking care of you :,)

“Honey, that knife is really fuckin’ sharp. Be careful, yeah?” Carmy warns from the sink.

You roll your eyes, pausing your cutting to look at Carmy pointedly.

“Yes, Chef,” you say exaggeratedly, waving the knife around to punctuate your words. You appreciated his concern, really, but you could handle yourself.

“You know I hate it when you call me that, hon,” he says, smiling softly at you.

You dismiss his protests with a wave of your hand and turn back to the onion you were cutting. There was one little slice of onion left. It was narrow, but you wanted it a bit smaller, so you carefully lined up the knife to split it two.

It all happened so fast you didn’t even process what had happened. It wasn’t until later that realized that you must have pushed the knife down a little too far to the left, and the blade of the knife had sliced cleanly into your left thumb instead of the onion. The blood had come out flowing more freely than drinks at a frat party.

“Shit, shit, shit!” you hissed quietly under your breath. You jerked your hand away, narrowly avoiding dripping blood onto the cutting board and onions slices. Carmy’s head whipped around, and his mouth dropped open when he caught sight of your hand.

"Holy fuck," Carmy exclaims, his eyes getting as round as a dinner plate. He tore off a couple paper towels from the roll on the counter, lifting your wrist with one hand and wrapping your finger with the other.

"Just hold that in place, honey, okay? Keep a shit ton of pressure on it," he instructs you, his voice muffling on the last sentence as he stuck his head in various cabinets. Where did he put that fucking first aid kit?

After finding his cabinet raid unsuccessful, his hands began to fly to the drawers in the kitchen island, jerking them open and not bothering to close them when he didn't find the kit. He frantically rummaged around until he finally found what he was looking for: gauze pads and medical tape.

"Okay, okay, I'm here," Carmy says, carefully unwrapping the now-soaked paper towels from your hand. "Is it still bleeding?"

"I don't know," you say, trying to prevent the lump in your throat from showing in your voice. "I know you said to put pressure but... it just hurt too much to keep pressing down on it. M'sorry," you finish, hot tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. 

"No, no, no, don't apologize. It was an accident, hon. That's all it was," Carmy tells you, squinting at your thumb. He had wrapped the gauze tightly around your finger, and was now putting on the medical tape to keep it in place. "Is it too tight, honey? Is that okay?" he asks, rotating your thumb to examine it further.

You knew that if you opened your mouth to speak, your voice would falter, so you simply shook your head no, forgetting that Carmy's eyes were completely focused on your finger. When he didn't hear a verbal response, he finally looked up at you. And when he did, you sort of lost it. You shook your head again, but hot tears began to run down your cheek.

"Does it hurt real bad, honey?" Carmy asks, eyebrows furrowed with the utmost concern.

"No. I mean- yes, it hurts, but... Carm. You literally told me that the knife was sharp. And I ended up slicing open my thumb three seconds later. Like an absolute idiot," you say, your voice cracking with emotion.

"It wasn't on purpose, though, baby," Carmy replied, furrowing his eyebrows. His hands come up to rest on either side of your face, the pads of his thumbs brushing away the tears on your cheeks. "Hey. Can you look at me, hon?" 

You're forced to lift your eyes up to meet Carmy's gaze, and when you see the amount of tenderness in his eyes, it makes the lump in your throat grow even bigger.

“Every single chef I know has sliced themself open at one point. And that’s how you know they’re the real deal. It’s like... it’s basically like a badge of honor. So don’t sweat it, okay?” Carmy says softly, kissing the top of your forehead. “You want me to finish these up for you?” he asks, gesturing to the onions.

“I don’t think you have a choice, Carm. I’m basically incapacitated,” you laugh tearfully, looking at your bloodied thumb.

“Okay,” Carmy chuckles. “Just sit tight. I should have this done in a minute. Do you want some Advil?” 

"No, m'okay," you promise. "Although I think I'm developing an intense hatred for onions now. Fuck onions," you say, chuckling.

Carmy chuckled at that, using his knife to sweep the onions into the pasta sauce he was making. He made his way over to you, planting a kiss on your forehead. "Fuck onions," he said, smiling at you.

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto blurb #carmen berzatto fluff #carmy berzatto fluff #onestopfanficshop

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brought to you by popular (no one asked for this) demand: you, dina, ellie, and abby in the most unserious group chat of all time

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson headcanons #abby anderson tlou #ellie tlou #ellie tlou headcanons #dina tlou headcanons #tlou fanfiction #text fic #onestopfanficshop

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Take The Lead

carmen x f!reader

word count: 1.55k

warnings/author's note: mdni! unprotected p in v sex (y'all better wrap it irl), creampie, light teasing, established relationship. this is literally my first time writing smut of any kind and i am SCARED this could literally be complete hot dog water i hope it isn't and i lowkey might delete it okay enough rambling enjoy

gif isn't mine!

You hear the lock to your apartment click quietly, and the door hinges creak slightly as the door opens. The sound of non-slip shoe soles and heavy coat fabric fills your tired ears as you recognize the familiar sound of your boyfriend coming home. He pads over to the sofa where you’re lying with your eyes still closed, stuffs his hands in his pockets, and tilts his head as he watches you breathe softly for a few seconds.

“Carmy,” you mumble, making him flinch slightly. He had no idea you had been awake. “Staring at me while I'm half-asleep isn’t a proper way to say hello, y’know.”

You push yourself up to a sitting position on the sofa, blinking your eyes to adjust to brightness of your TV screen. The baking competition show you had put on hours ago was still running. You zone out for a second, staring at one of the contestants frosting a chocolate cake. Carmy’s eyes follow yours, and he furrows his brows after a second.

“That cake looks really fuckin' dry,” he says, folding his arms and looking back at you. You take him in, noting his disheveled hair and red, sunken eyes. Your gaze softens, and you pat the spot next to you on the sofa to motion him to sit down. He plops down next to you, throwing his head back and sighing loudly. You lean over and let your head rest on his shoulder.

“Long day?” you ask, playing with the fingers on his left hand. You pay extra attention to a gold signet ring you’d given him on his birthday that sat on his middle finger. Except for when he cooked, he had rarely taken it off since.

“Yeah, um… yeah. Really long,” he exhaled. “We, uh… started doing to-gos today,” he explained, looking at you.

You grimaced. You knew that he’d been nervous about it for days now, and from what you can tell, it hadn’t gone that well. “How was it?” you asked gently.

“It was… a completely and utter shitshow. God, babe, we were so fucked. I—” he paused, raking a hand through his hair haphazardly. “I raised my voice. I yelled. More than once,” he admits with a defeated shrug.

“I bet it was stressful, hon; don’t beat yourself up over it. You made it through, at least. I’m really proud of you, Carmy,” you say, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Yeah?” he says, giving you a small smile. “Jesus, I’m just glad that shit’s over. I’m so goddamn tired. And I missed you. I need you,” he says, whispering the last sentence. Your heart jumps in response.

“You missed me?” you asked coyly.

“Always. Only thing I could think about was coming home to you. So I could do this…” he trails off, burying his nose into the crook of your neck. He plants a kiss on the skin where your neck and shoulder met, eliciting a sharp inhale from you.

“Carmy… you’re tired, you should— you should really go to sleep,” you struggle to say as he kisses the upper part of your neck.

“Shit, you’re right,” he mutters. “You’ll make it quick, yeah?”

You try to hide your grin. It was like this most nights. Carmy, usually too tired from his shifts, loved it when you were in control. You climbed over him on the sofa to straddle his spread knees, clasping your hands behind his neck and pulling his forehead into yours. You dipped down to plant a sweet kiss to his lips, but Carmy tightened his grip on your hips, willing you to deepen the kiss. Your hands left his neck in favor of playing with his hair, paying special attention to the hairs at the nape of his neck. One of your hands moves down to palm between his legs, causing him to moan.

“Baby, I dunno how long I’ll last. I’m so fuckin’— so fuckin’ tired,” he admits, murmmering against your lips.

“It’s okay, Carmy,” you breathe, the syllables of his name sickly sweet on your tongue. He groaned low in his throat. He fucking loved it when you said his name like that. He reached down underneath you to pull off his pants and boxers, noting the way your breath hitched when his hand brushed against your clothed sensitive spot.

“Did that feel good?” he asks, taunting you. You nod your head blissfully in response, and he bites back a smile.

“Yeah? Take ‘em off,” he says, tugging at the waistband of your shorts. You waste no time lifting yourself off his lap, pulling your shorts down, and tossing them off, not caring where they landed. His ringed middle finger hooks under the crotch of your underwear, and he flicks his calloused thumb over your clit. You give a ragged gasp, bracing your palms on his chest.

“Carmy—,” you whine.

“Hmm?” he replies, acting completely oblivious to the effect he was having on you.

“I thought— I thought this was supposed to be quick,” you breathed. He slips two fingers inside you and speeds up the pace at which he was playing with your clit, causing your face to crumple with pleasure.

“I know, baby. M’still gonna take care of you, though,” he said huskily. With his thumb still working your clit, he picks up the pace, angling his fingers to hit the spot inside of you that made you lose all your senses.

“Fuck, Carmy,” whisper out in a high pitched whine. Your fingernails dig into his muscular arms, and you throw your head back and shut your eyes in anticipation, feeling the knot in your stomach stretch tighter and tighter like a rubber band. You feel two fingers grab your jaw and tilt your face down.

“Look at me, honey, look at me,” Carmy whispers, his eyes roaming over your face. He takes in the sight of you— chest heaving, forehead glistening, jaw slack with pleasure— and makes a mental picture for later.

“Carm, I’m gonna- I’m so… so close,” you whisper frantically. You feel the band inside of you snap, and you dig your fingers even deeper into his skin as your eyes loll back and you reach your peak. Carmy’s name is the only word on your lips as your legs tremble while you ride out the aftershocks of your high. His fingers slow to a stop inside of you, and he tilts his head to the side, shooting you a lazy smile.

“Don’t tell me you’re all fucked out already,” he muses. “Are you?”

“No,” you say, knitting your eyebrows in defiance. “Absolutely not,” you add, running a hand up his hardened shaft as if to prove your point.

“Christ,” he says through his teeth. He reflexively throws his head back, causing you to smirk. You pump him a few times before you line his dick up to your entrance and slowly sink down.

“Oh, shit” Carmy hisses, watching his cock disappear into you. “You’re so- oh God, fuck,” he breathes. Both of his hands shoot up to grab your tits as he watched you ride him.

“You like seeing that dick slide in n’ outta ya, hmm?” he whispers. His words shoot straight down to your pussy, creating a familiar ache. You bite down hard on your bottom lip.

"Carmy," you breathe. "If you make me come again, I just might have to stop. You don't want me to stop, do you?" you finish, your tone deceptively sweet. You watch as his eyes shifts to something darker, more needy.

"No, don't— don't fuckin' stop," Carmy says through gritted teeth. He can feel your walls hugging him tighter and tighter, bringing him closer and closer to his peak. Carmy swears right then and there in that moment that you were made just for him. He digs his fingers deep into the flesh of your hips, and uses the strength in his arms to slam you down harder onto him, causing a strangled gasp to escape your lips.

"Fuck, Carm," you whine. "Are you close?"

Your question's answered seconds later when you feel his hot release into your core. You slow down to a stop, resting your palms on his chest as you both catch your breaths. Carmy gazes at you with heavy-lidded, lust blown eyes, and the sight makes you smile. You loved how he became completely and utterly undone by your touch.

"You made a fuckin' mess of yourself. Just look at the couch," Carmy teases, running his hands up and down the sides of your waist.

"I made a mess? You're the one who came in me," you shoot back, poking an accusatory finger into his chest. "And how are you gonna tease me while you're literally still inside me?" you say, fighting back a smile.

Carmy looked down between the two of you where you were still connected, then looked back at you, feigning surprise. "Shit. You might have a point, hon," he says, grinning lazily.

"Let's clean up, okay?" you giggle. "And then after that, we need to sleep. You need to sleep. Deal?" you continue, smoothing the hair from his face and holding his face in both of your hands.

He leans in to rest his forehead on yours, planting a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose. "Deal."

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dating carmy berzatto pt. 2

warnings: language, here's a few nsfw things in here so watch out for that 👀 mdni

author's note: after forever i'm back lol 😭 i started school again and lowkey lost motivation to write so this has been in the works for weeks lol! enjoy <3

gif not mine!

you can count on one hand how many times carmy has called you by your real name. his go-to pet names are honey (he would say hon most often), baby (when he's trying to persuade you, when he’s whining about something, or when he feels guilty), and sweetheart (when he's feeling extra romantic and lovey-dovey). even when you two are fighting or on the very rare occasion that his anger's directed at you, he rarely uses your name

one time when you had stayed over, you left your shampoo at carm's place and he made mistake of using it just to try it out because the next day richie noticed

"did you rob a fuckin' hair salon, cousin?"

"what the fuck do you mean, richie?"

"the fuck do you mean? what is this shit, herbal essences?" richie says, sniffing carmy's hair.

poor boy would turn red from head to toe and never touch your anything of yours ever again

this one's sad but like- it's kinda important i think

obviously mike's death really fucked carmy up. you see him pushing away, detaching himself from the people who love him (just like mikey did). but you coming into his life really forces him to wake the fuck up. family is forever but you're something in carmy's life that isn't guaranteed and that he genuinely has to work for if he wants you around long-term

and he's so terrified to fuck it up but after you assure him over and over again that you don't intend to go anywhere he starts to loosen up a tiny bit and let you in

his family and everyone else at the restaurant can see the effect you're having on him, and even though they were a little apprehensive at first, they're so glad that carmy has you in his life

okay enough emotional stuff :,)

i know we don't see him read in the show but something in me tells me that he'd love a good library date. he raids the cookbook section, you clear out half of the romance section, and then you'd have a picnic in a park after and read each other's books and swap ideas

carmy dog-ears the pages of the borrowed cookbooks to make note of later. even though you've scolded him a thousand times not to fold the pages, he just can't help but forget, okay? old habits die hard

"look, baby, it's not my intention to hurt the book, okay? i swear. this is just easier than using a bookmark"

his favorite fruits are plums (with the skin on) or granny smith apples (also with the skin on)

would 1000% name a dish after you

keeps his hand in yours or on your thigh while he drives with the other hand

he has to set his alarm at least half an hour before he actually needs to get up so he can hit snooze 3 times

speaking of sleep we all know this poor man barely gets any so on the rare occasion that he does he can be out for hours at a time no joke

when you first started sleeping over at his place more, sometimes it would scare when he woke up and saw you sound asleep next to him because you seemed too good to be real :,)

one time he was teaching you proper knife technique before you were officially together; he put his hand over yours on the knife and even though he looked calm on the outside, he was freaking the FUCK out on the inside but for the life of him he couldn't tell why (it's called a crush carmy look it up)

i know it's hard to imagine carmy having a least favorite food because he is a chef, but idk; i feel like it would be cornbread 😭 something abt it just makes no sense to him. he thought maybe it was because he's had bad cornbread, so he made it for himself once and still didn't like it. who would put corn in bread? what was the reason?!

he always keeps you on the innermost part of the sidewalk whenever you're walking together

this isn't even a headcanon bc we all saw it on the show but 😭 this man's EYE CONTACT. good lord. the best (and worst) part is he isn't even aware of the power it holds on you; he would literally stare at you whenever you would talk and you'd get all flustered and he would just be completely clueless as to why

he LOVES it when you grip onto his arms while you’re fucking and he constantly teases you for being so obsessed with them 👀 any time he feels like skipping a workout he just thinks about that and boom he’s motivated

“you sure you wanna go out to eat? i can just make us somethin’ real quick”

would definitely get a tattoo for you once you guys got serious! something cute and simple (idk much abt tattoos lol); would love it if you had a matching one on you in a place that only he could see 👀

neck kisses are his absolute favorite. especially from behind when he gets to completely bury his face in your neck and kiss it into oblivion

literally ever since i saw carm take those jeans out of the oven my brain has been stuck on the idea that has an odd but endearing obsession with vintage levis lol 😭 one time, after the bear had opened up and completely taken off, he stayed up all night on ebay and scored a vintage type ii trucker jacket after furiously bidding on it for over an hour like a mad man

this man's always using his hands so i can totally picture his fingers doing all sorts of weird things to fidget. absentmindedly drumming his fingers on your thighs, rubbing strands of hair between his thumb and pointer finger-- literally anything to keep his hands occupied

“is this too spicy or no?”

always insists that you don't have to come to the restaurant to help but is secretly over-the-moon when you do. seeing you help with the dishes, or scold richie, or laugh with tina just makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside (and makes him wanna start a family with you oops)

if he sees you he has to give you a full hug. he’s not a side hug kind of guy when it comes you. even if he has to drop what he’s doing in the kitchen and wipe his hands! he always gives you an all-encompassing bear hug and kisses you on the forehead and the lips- it’s his signature greeting :,)

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hi!!! it was me that asked for more text messages because they are so funny i can nottttt thankyou 🧎‍♀️💕🫶

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back by popular demand: you, abby, ellie, and dina in the most UNSERIOUS group chat of all time—pt 3

pt 1

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yeah i saw the movie again and i’m not ashamed. this is very self indulgent enjoy

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being in a relationship with carmy: pregnancy edition

warnings/author's note: fem reader, language, one y/n is dropped but i think it's needed (at least i hope) 😟 bitches says they hate pregnancy tropes then go and write stuff like this (it's me i’m bitches)

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carmy has zero experience with babies. literally NONE. if he's being totally honest with himself, they kind of scare him.

i know a lot of people have super creative pregnancy reveals and stuff, but i honestly feel like this would just be quiet and unplanned tbh. you would be in the bathroom. it's been over half an hour and you've peed on at least 5 of them now. you're looking at the digital display of the fifth test and it reads the exact same as the other four: Pregnant

meanwhile Carmy's in the kitchen and he hasn't even thought to himself where you’ve gone because he's in the zone

you call carmy’s name like three times before he finally hears you, comes over, and you quietly tell him it's unlocked and he come in

he comes in sweaty, hair all messy, towel tucked into the strings of his apron, and he's smiling at you until he sees the look on your face

"you okay, hon?"

you just wordlessly hand him one of the tests and he looks at it

reaction one: *silently stares at the test without blinking for at a good full minute*

reaction two: "how many of these did you take, honey? ...five? shit. okay."

reaction three: him sitting on the edge of the bath tub across from you and just looking at you

"are you okay? does it hurt?"

"not yet," you joke.

"i know it's unexpected, but… i think we're ready. we’re gonna be okay, yeah?"

and he just hugs you and you two stay like that for a while :,)

after your first trimester is over you finally start telling everyone (and i feel like carmy would love those three months of you two just keeping it to yourselves)

he doesn't care about the baby's gender as long as their healthy, but i feel like deep down, in a small crevice of my heart, that carmy is a girl dad

sugar would be the first person you told. she would most definitely cry and you hug you super tight before pulling away and saying "ohmygod! i shouldn't have hugged you that tight! did i hurt the baby??" to which you would laugh and assure her the baby couldn't feel anything. she would be so over the moon excited for you and carmy

michael would be the first person carmy tells. he drove down to his grave, but when he got there, it took him a little while to get out of his car.

"i know i haven't been down to visit you in a while, mike. m'sorry about that, i just... i dunno. the restaurant's keeping me busy, i guess. god, i wish you could've seen the place, mikey. we kept some of your plaques from the old office, put it in the new one. we, uh, we called it "mikey's corner" and... it just helps, y'know? having you be a part of it, a part of the bear. (y/n)'s keeping me pretty busy, too. that's why i came here, to talk to you, because.... she's pregnant. and to be honest with you, mikey? i'm scared. i'm fuckin' terrified, mikey, and i'm not even the one carrying the goddamn baby. i'm scared that i won't be a good dad. i just-- i love her so much, and she deserves that, y'know. she deserves the world. they both do. god, it feels fucking wierd to say that. it feels like now, my heart, it's... it's gonna be split in two different places. does that even make sense? i dunno. but... i know that if you were here, you'd tell me i'd be okay, and that everything's gonna be okay. that i'd be the best dad. and i'd believe you, michael. everything you say has a funny way of comin' true, y'know that? you would've told me i'd be the best dad, and i would've told you that you'd be the best uncle. i mean that. i love you, mikey. i miss you."

everyone at the bear is so excited to see what carmy would be like as a dad, especially tina. she always kisses you on the cheek whenever you walk into the bear and shoos away anyone that comes within a 6 foot radius of you 😭

when you and carmy told richie, he grumbled something about how the kid was gonna be a spoiled brat with unlimited access to free gourmet food??? you assumed that was his way of say congratulations and gave him a big hug anyways

"do you think they'll wanna be a chef like you, bear?" you asked one day.

"oh god. i hope the the fuck not."

sugar constantly dragging you to buy baby clothes! no, seriously. at this point, 80% of the baby clothes you have came from her

"sugar! they're gonna outgrow all of this!"

"who cares!? just make sure you let 'em know their aunt nat bought everything"

carmy secretly hopes the baby looks more like you because he doesn't find himself beautiful or anything (what a silly man 🙄)

he literally would not let you do ANYTHING for yourself 😭 if he sees you lift so much as a finger he freaks out

“carmy, i’m pregnant, not helpless! i promise you i can get myself a glass of water!

“honey, i know you can, i just don’t want you to.”

the delivery would be really hard for him to watch. not because of the blood or anything, but he just hates seeing you in any type of pain or distress

of course when he holds this tiny being that he helped create it's love at first sight

the next one is random but bear with me (pun not intended)

you best BELIEVE carmy is making his baby's food from SCRATCH when it's time to introduce solids. this man would spend hours on his computer after you and the baby were asleep, looking up the best foods to puree for babies and whatnot. he has nothing against pre-made baby food, but this man has two hands, a shit ton of produce, a michaels near by that sells mini mason jars, and a dream

literally just picture this man early in the morning, hair messy, apron on, with a bunch of mini mason jars cradled in his arms, and every vegetable known to man crowding the kitchen island. you're holding the baby on your hip and you're just looking at him like???? even the baby's like 👁👄👁. you just slowly back out of the kitchen and you're like "let's go, sweetheart. daddy's being weird. again."

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behind the scenes of the bear via mattysworldrules on instagram

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