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okay y'all. i've been really in the mood to write for the ghouls recently. any requests?
(please make sure to read my guidelines, thank you!)
#ghost x reader#ghost the band x reader#the band ghost x reader#nameless ghoul x reader#sodo x reader#sodo ghoul x reader#dewdrop ghoul x reader#dew x reader#swiss x reader#swiss ghoul x reader#rain x reader#rain ghoul x reader#phantom x reader#phantom ghoul x reader
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☆// sidewalk rule (MDNI, 18+)
info! sodo ghoul / fluff + gender neutral reader
cw! n/a
notes! i hope this is accurate enough to his personality. forgive me, i wrote this at like 5am ;-;
sodo never thought that he would be a sidewalk rule kind of guy. never thought that he'd be the type to run around opening doors for someone or holding their hand as they stepped off a curb or offering up his jacket in the cold. because if he could take care of himself then, god dammit, his partner could too! but that was before he met you.
now things are a little different. he thinks you both can manage for a while. until you’re dressed up all pretty and perfect for a date the day after it’s rained. you’re content to be settled under sodo’s arm as you walk together until a car drives by and sends up water that almost splashes you. you don’t seem to mind it very much, just glad that your shoes are dry, but sodo find himself moving and scooting you so that you’re on the inside of the sidewalk and glares after the car.
opening doors for you starts casually at first, just a few here and there. you are his partner afterall. he has to spoil you sometimes. but the rushing around part takes a bit longer to develop. it starts with one instance. the two of you are out shopping and you have your hands full with all the things you insisted that you didn’t need help carrying. in a moment of paranoia of you dropping something he literally runs to get the door for you before you even have the change to try it for yourself. it’s worth is with the way you blush and scrunch up your nose to keep from smiling, so he keeps doing it. for every door. car doors, restaurant doors, elevator doors, you name it. you’ll scrunch up your nose and give a soft “thank you” every single time. the sight makes his chest feel a little ticklish.
holding your hand while you step off a curb feels a little bit cliche for his liking. but one day the two of you are exploring the city during some free time just a few hours after some heavy rainfall and, again, there are puddles everywhere. you seem to be doing just fine. but then the two of you are trying to cross the street and there’s a puddle the size of texas just off the edge of the sidewalk and you’re wearing new shoes and he can’t resist the pout you give him. “but what if they get ruined?” you mutter softly. and you pull out the whole nine yards for it, too. the putty lip, the puppy dog eyes, the little faux sniffle.
so with a begrudging sigh, he holds his hand out for you. “fine.” the way you beam as you take his hand and hop across the puddle almost makes him wonder why he fought it so hard in the first place.
and the last thing sodo would ever do is give someone his jacket in the cold. how stupid is that! if it seems like it’s gonna be cold out just bring a jacket, what the fuck? he’d be caught dead before he offered up his sweater to some idiot who didn’t bring their own. but one night you’re all hanging out outside and it’s fairly chilly, cold enough that you can see your breath puff out with every exhale. and you’re standing beside sodo, uncharacteristically quiet, arms wrapped around yourself and muscles tense in an attempt to quiet the chattering of your teeth. you’re really trying to keep yourself warm, it seems, doing your best to ignore the frost in your joints and pay attention to whatever it is that phantom is saying. but sodo’s starting to feel like a bad boyfriend as he becomes more aware of the comfortable warmth of his own plush jacket. so he sighs and shrugs it off, wrapping it around your shoulders. “i told you to bring a jacket, idiot.”
“no, i’m okay. don’t-” you start, but he shuts you up with a glare. you opt for a meek “thank you” instead.
it only starts to feel rewarding when you begin to press into his side for the extra warmth and he deems it appropriate to wrap an arm around your shoulders.
and they said he didn’t have it in him to be a gentleman.
#ghost x reader#ghost the band x reader#the band ghost x reader#nameless ghoul x reader#sodo ghoul x reader#dewdrop ghoul x reader#sodo fluff#dewdrop fluff#sodo ghoul fluff#dewdrop ghoul fluff#sodo ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#ghost band x reader#nameless ghoul fluff#mdni
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☆// swoon (MDNI, 18+)
info! swiss ghoul / fluff, pining + gender neutral reader
cw! n/a
notes! wooooo first official ghost fic! exciting :> let me know if you guys like it!
when swiss meets you for the first time, he really can’t help the way he just swoons over you. the way his heart opens up at the sight of you. it’s your manner, he thinks. your smile or the way you ever so gently hold out your hand to shake his, your dainty grip on his hand a stark contrast to the firmness of his handshake. he doesn’t know what to do with himself, smiling and shaking your hand just a second too long before he realizes he should say something. “i’m swiss. nice to meet you,” he says, and despite the way the butterflies rattle his ribcage, his voice comes out smooth and rich enough to warm your cheeks.
“oh, you too,” you rush to reply, bringing your hands to clasp together behind your back. you fidget under his gaze as everyone else makes their introductions and his tail sways behind himself in intrigue.
he’s never been this attentive before, never seen any reason to be, but he finds himself wanting to learn everything about you, wanting to take in every part of you. it all feels golden to him. no, he’s not “crushing.” he’s not whipped. but he drinks in every piece of you he can get like a man in the desert. he just can’t help it! it gives him the warm fuzzies and he’s never felt that before.
a lot of it has to do with who you are when you don’t care who’s watching. the focus on your face when you’re trying your hardest to learn a bass progression from rain or a tab from sodo. the way you hum to yourself when you’re cleaning up or putting things away. the way you smile when you smell a flower you like in the garden. the way you dance around on the kitchen floor in the mornings, when everyone is still asleep and the tiles are too cold for the sleep-warmed soles of your feet. the way your blinks get longer and longer when you’re all wrapped up in a blanket and settled in for a good movie night. the softness of you, the warmth around your edges. he can’t help the way it rounds the corners of his mouth. it unlocks some part of him, helps him open up his chest.
when he shakes your hand for the first time with that nervous smile and a voice like honey, he doesn’t know that you feel your own chest fluttering too.
#ghost x reader#ghost the band x reader#the band ghost x reader#nameless ghoul x reader#swiss ghoul x reader#swiss army ghoul x reader#swiss fluff#swiss ghoul fluff#swiss ghoul#swiss army ghoul#ghost band#ghost band x reader#nameless ghoul fluff#18+ mdni#mdni
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MDNI! 18+ content: unprotected p in v, missionary, johnny being endearing again. as always
ANON i am so sorry my tumblr got all sorts of fucked up and this ended up getting deleted but i got a ss so!! good enough i think. god i hate tumblr .. but hey! this made me crazy laugh. made me insane! U have infiltrated my mind with johnny and goodness gracious he is Definitely that man. would profess his love for you a gajillion times while his cock is deep inside u because he just has such a huge crush on you!
you know he's got it bad for you - not to say that you don't feel the same, but johnny just loves saying it and showing it at the same time.
you know it from the way his palms get clammy when he holds your hands during sex, the way he already reached his climax without issue when you stroked him beforehand! the way he can't look anywhere else except your face when his cock is inside your wet and soft walls.
he comes down to lave his tongue over your lips, tasting you and the lingering taste of your lip-balm when he presses his hips into yours. he's always so responsive, moaning obscenely when your tongues wrap together - savoring you like he'll never get the chance again.
he's so hard, throbbing, and all twitchy inside you - beyond desperation and pleasure - when he bucks his hips into yours, he puts all his weight into it, growling through a tight jaw. it's a pressure that makes your muscles weak, his biceps folding into your legs and lifting them onto his shoulders so he can get all your sweet spongy spots.
you’re so soft underneath him when he slides in and out of you, making you breathless with his heavy cock dragging against your tight slickness. he moans when he feels you clench down, “shite—bonnie, s’fuckin’ tight on me..” he grabs your legs and brings them back down, holding his breath.
as if he’s not filling your cunt all the the way up already, he pounds feverishly into you - shoving his face beside yours, his scratchy stubble digging into your cheek and neck.
“—love you, lass-“ his cock shudders in you, lewd sounds coming from the way he manhandles you into a deeper and faster thrust, a new vigor in his hips. “oh, oh, fuck.. i love you—i love you, i love you, m’gonna cum—“
his labored breath hitches when he cums inside you, his seed feeling hot and full of pure affection. you feel him hoarsely chuckle into your cheek before he sweeps your cheek with his lips, leaving a sloppy kiss on you.
“i love you, birdie.”
#✫; reblogs [c]#johnny kind of really has my heart actually#and if he did this to me? marriage dude. marriage.
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No no you don't understand.
I need. I need these boys to decide that having four separate residences is far too much of a hassle when they're all involved in a committed relationship with each other and with you. The constant shuffling from flat to flat to Price's too small house with the tiny garden isn't enough. I need them to spend weeks looking at finances and listings and finally settling on a huge, neglected property in the countryside surrounded by farmland and walking lanes.
I need them to show up to this place and seeing the shutters hanging by a single nail, cobwebs collecting in corners and overgrown hedges leading up to the house. I need them to roll up their sleeves and set to putting the place to rights with enthusiasm turned frustration turned delight as they work.
Soap gleefully knocks down walls, Simon keeps Gaz from falling off the roof by catching his pant leg while they mend the singles, Price stands in the garage and tries to figure out the lawnmower that may be older than them all. You focus on logistics of ordering furniture, feel the boys pass by behind you and point out things they like and dislike, squabble over details like gaming systems and couches. They enlist your help in cleaning the chimney, and you laugh when you end up covered in soot.
The plumbing systems are upgraded, new windows are installed, you pick out some fancy lighting fixtures that Simon nearly drops while putting them up. You help Price put down new wood floors, and rub his shoulders while you take a break in the afternoon sunshine. You and Gaz travel to the furniture store about an hour away still covered in paint from trying swatches for your bedroom, and end up needing to come back for a second trip to buy all the linens and towels you all could possibly need (they're on sale)
The boys watch on with exhaustion and pride as you command the movers to place the new dining table and bed frames where they need to go, and they grumble when you turn to them expectantly to do the rest of the work. Gaz gets out of it by offering to make you all a home cooked meal, and you all slouch around your new tables with full bellies and warm hearts.
You get dirt under your fingernails as you plant violets by the front gate, and Simon takes you by the back door to show you a vixen and her two kits playing just beyond the fence. You await Price's return from the recycling center eagerly to show him the finished tile in the bathroom, your cheek flecked with caulk. You watch his smile, hear Soap's delighted laughter from the attic as he discovers an aged, unopened bottle of scotch left by the previous owners.
It takes weeks, months for you all to put the place in order, and by the end of it all you're exhausted. When the mailbox is fixed at last, you all look to each other as if to say 'Is this it? Is this everything?' and try to remember the things you forgot. There are none.
Price makes you all a pot roast that night, and you and Gaz set to making enough sides to feed a small army. It's the best meal you've ever had. After, when the dishes are done and drying, Soap puts on a movie that you all watch with bleary eyes. You fall asleep against Simon's shoulder, sharing a blanket with Gaz. The fireplace flickers warmly. The movie fades to a distant murmur. You hear Price say something clever, hear Soap snort as you drift off.
You're home.
#✫; reblogs [c]#call of duty x reader#cod x reader#141 x reader#YOU GUYS#OH MY GOD THIS IS SO SWEET#literally the dream i think i would die#this is inspiring me frfr
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Bottom!Keegan my beloved.... Thank u for the food <3
of course, any time! got a lot more where that came from too :]
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BARRY SLOANE as Joe 'Bear' Graves in SIX (2017—2018) Episode 1.07 Blood Brothers
#✫; reblogs [c]#and i feel absolutely terrible that all i see is price#like especially in that smile#but look at himmmmm
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almost tempted to start writing fic for pedro pascal and stranger things
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☆// think about it (MDNI, 18+)
info! keegan russ / angst + gender neutral reader
cw! breakup, keegan is a weenie and thinks he knows best, reader has kids, guilt, attempted homewrecking
prompt! “if you come to me in my home with my three kids. if you asked me to leave, to be with you and split. well, i’d at least have to think about it” I’d Have to Think About It by Leith Ross
“we can’t do this.” his voice was gruff and raspy, and he was still grimy from just getting off deployment, not yet showered. the bag he held as he stood on your front porch looked hastily packed, not completely zipped.
you wilted against the doorframe. “what? no, no, i made dinner and everything. i cleaned, i did laundry-”
keegan shook his head, weight shifting from foot to foot. “no, i mean it. it’s not gonna work. you’re a civilian, it’s not… we can’t,” he rambled, bordering on frantic, but something about his tone seemed final.
you didn’t quite understand what was happening as your body started reacting to the situation. a tidal wave of emotions hit in your chest, churning heavily right below your sternum, and your eyes began to water. “you’re serious about this,” you breathed, and in your mind it wasn’t a question. the way he struggled to meet your eyes said everything.
he gave a single firm nod. “i am.”
“so what, kees? i haven’t seen you in months, you get right home from deployment, and then what? you’re breaking up with me before you’ve even hugged me? before you’ve even come inside? before we can even do the whole ‘oh thank god, i’m so glad you’re alive’? this is just it?” you tried not to seem too hurt as you cross your arms over your chest. a few tears escaped but you ignored them, letting them run down your cheeks without wiping them away.
keegan adjusted his grip on his bag, knuckles white and red just outside of your peripheral. another nod. “this is it.”
you nodded to yourself, a shaky sigh escaping your lips. “okay then,” you muttered, pursing your lips. you grimaced when you heard how watery your voice came out. your head felt like it was full of cotton where you leaned it against the doorframe. “i’ll text you when your shit is in boxes, then you can come pick it up. sound good?” and it all came out breathy and weak and not at all as solid as you intended for it to be, but you couldn’t quite find it in yourself to care at the moment.
keegan didn’t give a verbal response, just nodded.
you both stood there for a moment, him staring at his shoes and you watching him, both just breathing. then he jostled his duffle again, turned and started walking down the porch steps.
“was it something i did?” you called after him, the words leaving your mouth without your consent. but in all fairness, your brain and your body felt like two separate entities as you tried to process the news.
keegan froze on the cement path to the front door, knuckles now white as he gripped his hand. he didn’t turn completely, just barely moved his head to see you in his peripheral over his shoulder. a beat, and then, “yes.” he thanked every star in the sky that you couldn’t see the way his brows knit together or the wobble of his lower lip as he walked off into the night.
ten years later things were very different. you found yourself content. comfortable suburban house, three kids, and a dog. it was a beautiful afternoon, the kind that feels golden when you sit and reminisce about it a decade later. a weekend, no plans except for staying in. the kids had decided that they wanted to make brookies, so your spouse ran out to pick up a few ingredients you were missing.
in the meantime, the kids were a little hungry so you were cutting up some fruit for them. just a little snack. the three of them were talking and giggling at the kitchen table, kicking their feet, when there was a knock at the door.
your oldest looked at you for a moment, then stood. “do you want me to-”
you shook your head, setting down your knife and pushing the cutting board away from the edge of the counter. “i can get it, don’t worry,” you assured him, already moving towards the door. “just sit and watch your sisters. i’ve got it.”
your oldest nodded dutifully, sitting down at the table again with his hands clasped and trying his best to keep his siblings distracted. the dog, who had previously been lingering around your ankles, laid down on the floor beside his seat. you smiled at the sight, unlocking the door. “hello-?” and there stood keegan looking for all the world just like the day he left you, just a touch more jumpy. “oh.”
both of you stood there for a moment, just staring at each other.
“how’ve you been?” he blurted awkwardly, wringing his hands behind his back.
your brow knit together as you leaned against the doorframe. “i-i’ve been alright,” you answered, letting the door fall gently against your shoulder. “keegan, what are you doing here?”
he huffed a deep breath, bringing his hands around to his front. “listen, i know it’s been a long time. i made a mistake all those years ago – i knew it the second it did it. i was scared of you getting caught in the crossfire somehow or becoming a target. but i never stopped loving you, never stopped thinking about you. i just wanted to see if we could talk maybe? have a real-”
one of your daughters shrieked a laugh particularly loudly from the table. you jumped, turning around to look, door falling slightly open with the motion. all three of your kids smiled back at you, nibbling at strawberries you had already set out for them. “everything good?” you asked softly. all three of them nodded back, each giving their own toothy smiles. you nodded an affirmative to yourself, turning back to keegan, who looked at you a little dumbfounded.
“you have kids,” he said breathily.
you nodded, suddenly bashful. rubbed at the back of your neck, looked over your shoulder at the three of them around the table. “yeah. i do.”
he blinked at you, gaze longing. we could’ve had kids.
“my oldest is seven.” you kept smiling at them over your shoulder, watching as they played some little game and giggled to one another. “and the girls are four and three.”
keegan inhaled and it was like he had finally taken stock of where he was. the house, the dog, the family. what it should’ve been like with him.
he took your hand, gentle. brushed his thumb over your knuckles.
you turned to him, confused. he was looking at you like he used to when he got back from a long deployment. like you were the sun and the moon and all of the stars bottled up just for him.
“we could try again.”
you exhaled in a huff, surprised. “what?”
“this should’ve been our life,” he said. “come with me. we could go somewhere – anywhere. we could start over, the way it was supposed to be. before i got possessed by whatever the fuck that was and made the worst decision of my life.”
you looked around anxiously. you had neighbors, your partner would be home any minute. how would this look? “keegan…”
“we could try again. i want to fix it,” he tried, voice strained.
and for just a second, you and him were in your own world. for just a second, you considered it. you had thought about it when you were still together, what it would be like to have this with him. kids, a house, a dog. and you remembered what it was like before all of this, when it was just you and keegan in your shitty, tiny house watching made-for-tv movies and eating ice cream straight out of the tub. when he would come home from months on a mission and pick you up and smile at you like you’d hung all the stars in the sky just for him. you remembered the late night grocery trips in your pajamas, both of you laughing your way through the store; and the way he would lay his head on your tummy and hug you around your waist when you were watching tv together after a long day. lazy days in and one-day vacations and nights out. him tying your shoes and combing through your hair with his fingers and taking your makeup off for you when you were just too tired. and for just a second, every part of you longed to be back there. things were different now, but maybe if you could have that again…
“we could do it all over. i would, and i know that you would too,” he pleaded, voice cracking. “we could start over. we could leave right now. i would do anything for that.”you sighed and smiled, squeezing his hand. i will always love you. neither of you needed to say it, but you both knew.
#call of duty x reader#cod x reader#mdni#18+ mdni#mdni 18+#cod x male reader#keegan x reader#keegan russ x male reader#keegan p russ x reader#keegan russ x reader#keegan x male reader#keegan p russ x male reader#keegan russ fic
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[ MDNI, 18+ ]
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cw! bottom keegan, anal, fingering, edging(?)
taking keegan apart with your fingers. it takes so long for you to convince him to bottom at all let alone put anything inside of him. when he finally agrees and you have it all figured out and planned, it's a whole event. you block out a whole evening to take care of him. he's tense and it takes you a hell of a lot of effort to get him to calm down enough to slip the first finger in. when you finally do, he looks confused. the feeling is new and foreign and almost uncomfortable. but your movements get him panting and huffy quicker than he expected.
once you feel like he's ready, finally relaxing and just experiencing it, you ask if he wants another finger. he bites his lip, trying to keep his nod from seeming too eager. he's not really, he would argue if you asked later. just curious. tries to hide his reactions, but you pick up on all of it. the way his breath hitches when you slip a second finger in, his quiet hum when you twist them just a little as you pull them almost all the way out. before he can fully process how he got there, you have him whimpering and keening on three of your fingers, his cock hard and leaking against his stomach as he whines for you to move your hand faster.
#✫; brainrot [c]#✫; brainrot [keegan russ]#mdni#18+ mdni#call of duty x reader#cod x reader#cod x male reader#keegan russ x male reader#keegan russ smut#keegan p russ x reader#keegan x reader#keegan russ x reader#call of duty smut#call of duty x male reader#cod smut#bottom!keegan
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i can't help but think about how sodo would be when you complain about being too cold. he'd wrap himself around you and use his quintessence to warm you up a little, humming happily at the opportunity to be close to you. but sometimes touch aversion is a thing, so he's open to finding other solutions. i read him as someone who does everything in excess, so him making you as warm as possible using everything he can think of. man buries you in blankets, finds you a sweater, lights the fireplace, makes your hot beverage of choice. just everything to make sure you're warm enough
#✫; brainrot [G]#✫; brainrot [sodo ghoul]#ghost x reader#the band ghost x reader#ghost the band x reader#nameless ghoul x reader#sodo x reader#sodo ghoul x reader#dewdrop ghoul x reader#ghost band x reader#sodo ghoul fluff#sodo fluff#dewdrop x reader#okay this isn't very good but i wanted to tryyyyy i've never written for ghost before. just a lil experiment yk#ghost fanfiction#ghost x reader fluff#18+ mdni#mdni#i don't know what else to tag i just want people to come spitball w me so i can write more bls
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"Can you pass me the popcorn, princess?"
Without looking away from the TV Johnny handed you the bowl. "There you go."
You continue watching in silence and after a few seconds the scot whips around so quickly you jump a bit. "Hold on what did you just call me?!"
#✫; reblogs [c]#PLEASE#bc he would#and i feel like he’d have a lil baby crisis about it too bc of the validation#anywayssss
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Before you ask, no I don’t play cod. And no, I don’t plan on playing cod. Did I still watch the campaigns in their entirety just for this man? Yes. Yes of course I did.
#✫; reblogs [c]#UGH#y'all please don't mind me crying over mr captain john price#im having a moment he's just so babygirl
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Grown ass serious military man taking a slutty pic of himself in a mirror
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Price sketches
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