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seveninchesovsatanicpanic · 1 year

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dbf!joel holding you in front of a mirror with your legs perched on his thick thighs, his hands ghosting over your panties while he has you whining for more. "What would your poor daddy think, seeing his little girl on his best friend's lap acting like such a whore?" He whispers in your ear, his stubble tickling your jawline and neck. You suck in a breath, turning your head away from the mirror.

Joel tuts, his forefinger and thumb catching your chin in a tight grasp and forcing you to look at yourself as his other hand dips under the waistband of your underwear. "Look at you, already so wet for me. How long have you wanted this, sweetheart?" His southern drawl bites at your consciousness, urging you to speak. But all that comes out, you find as his middle finger circles your clit, are strangled versions of a sentance you can't put together in your head. He laughs bitterly at your meek whimpers and you're too embarassed to try to speak again. "You're going to have to speak up, doll. I've barely even started, and we've got all night."

dbf!joel who's so mean to you in the bedroom. absolutely devouring you, licking and biting every gorgeous inch of you, and then when you’re spent, when you can’t handle the teasing anymore, he'll wring one more pretty, needy, climax out of your exhausted body. But once you hit the streets, that sweet southern hospitality y'all know of starts shining bright. His hand on your back, rubbing the small of it and tracing over some of the bruises and hickeys he gave you the night before while talking sweet to the barista behind the counter.

Little does that poor girl know he had you bent over his lap not even hours before, slapping your pretty little ass raw for wanting to wear something so slutty outside. He let you wear it, of course, he wouldn't be a gentleman if he didn't. He made sure he bruised your thighs so everyone knows who you belong to.

#dbf!joel #the last of us #tlou hbo #tlou #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #i dont know how to tag stuff #joel miller #joel miller x reader

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seveninchesovsatanicpanic · 2 years

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Oh, Who Is He?

pt. 1 (You're here!)

pt. 2 (in the works)

pt. 3

Word count: 1,381 words

Warnings: Typical COD violence, near death experiences, blood loss, passing out

Us men are starving in the cod fandom

Simon "Ghost" Riley x male!reader

When Y/N gets injured, Ghost comes to save the day. After he recovers, he comes back better than ever and even impresses the unimpressionable Simon Riley.

Oh, Who Is He?

The balaclava mask on Y/N's face seems too tight, too sticky. He realizes the reason the mask was sticky, as he opens his eyes, is that it's raining. He stares up at the sky for a moment to regain control of his body. His fingers can wiggle, his neck can turn, but his left leg can't move at all. He doesn't have the courage to look down at it. Suddenly, all of the previous events come streaming back through his head like a movie, in third person.

"Flash, how copy?" Ghost mutters through the receiver.

"I'll live." Y/N had been shot through the stomach, but there was an exit hole which meant he was in the clear if he wasn't passed out already.

"Atta boy, where are you?" Y/N felt his face heat up at the praise as he looked at his surroundings.

"There's a fruit market. Shadows everywhere. Killing civs." He shakes his head and sighs. "It's gruesome."

"Get to the church on the other side of town, Soap and you will RV with me there."

"Hard copy, L.T. Welcome to guerrilla warfare." He chuckles into the receiver before shutting off his mic. He listens to Soap and Ghost's banter as he clears houses, looking for things to fight with.

He found a shotgun in a coat closet in one of the houses, but he deemed it too loud to sneak around with. He decided on a makeshift knife made from broken glass and twine from a dead body. One shadow, two shadows, all of the dead bodies lay as markers of his path. He crosses over the bridge, spotting the church.

"Ghost, can you see me?" He whispers as he takes down another shadow. "I'm on the bridge in front of the church."

"I've got eyes on you." The gruff voice brings him a sense of comfort. "There's a group of shadows heading towards the bridge, don't confront them. Hide and stay out of sight."

"Copy, sir. Staying out of sight." He releases the button on the receiver and hides underneath a truck not too far from the bridge.

By the time he registered the grenade near his legs, it was too late. The beeping coming from it was ending as he turned around and scrambled from the bottom of the truck.

Boom.

It shook the ground, the car exploded and had flipped over. Y/N could barely register the screaming of his name in his ear before he passed out.

Shadows came around and took a look at him on the ground, pinned beneath the truck. They dissipated as they deemed him immobile and no need to kill him.

Ghost storms from the church, killing the shadows in there in the process. "I'm going to Flash, Soap! Get to the bridge and help me!" Ghost had never heard himself in such a panic. His chest heaves as he runs to Y/N, taking down more shadows as he goes. Once he knows the coast is clear, he runs over to him and kneels next to him. Y/N's eyes flutter open and his fingers twitch.

"Hey there, kid." The scruff voice not coming from his headpiece scared him a bit, but he realizes it's from Ghost as he looks around.

Y/N looks down and takes a deep breath. The truck on his legs made them numb, and there was blood splattered on the windshield. He guesses from himself. He reaches a hand up to his face and the glove comes back down, covered in sticky blood. "How bad is it, L.T.?"

Y/N can barely recognize his own voice as he speaks, but Ghost just shakes his head. "Don't talk. Save your energy. We need to get you out from under this, alright? I'm going to lift it up and you're going to pull yourself out. Your arms work, yes?"

He nods and Ghost lifts the truck. He scoots himself out from under it as Ghost grunts and drops the truck. "Damn, those things are heavy."

Y/N looks down at his legs, mangled and his foot facing a way it shouldn't be. He sucks in a breath at the surge of pain that runs through his body after looking at it. "God dammit." He growls out, ripping a piece of his shirt off. He ties it around his leg to minimize the bleeding, but he can already feel his eyesight starting to blacken. "Shit, not now." Ghost is at his side, tying another cloth around the other leg.

"I found a military truck we can take to the safe house just outside of the city. Come on, get up." Ghost reaches down and grips Y/N's tricep, pulling him up and over his shoulder into a fireman's carry. Y/N groans in pain and nearly sobs. "God, this hurts, Ghost."

"I know, I know." Ghost mutters. He grabs the receiver on his chest and all but screams into his mic. "Soap, where the fuck are you?"

"Around the corner, sir." Y/N hears Soap reply as he rounds the corner by them. Soap pants as he gets closer and he looks at the wounds.

"Christ, Flash. Are you sure we'll be able to do something in time?"

"Not if you don't haul your ass into that truck." Ghost demands, opening the door. Ghost then sets Y/N in the middle of the seats, squished between Ghost and Soap. Not that he was complaining.

Ghost puts his hand behind the passenger seat and reverses over some shadows. The trek to the safe house with the medics is nearly ten minutes, and Ghost clears it in nearly four.

During the bumpy ride, Ghost yells at Y/N while Soap is turned around in his seat, shooting down shadows shooting at them from behind.

“You’ve got to stay awake, do you hear me?” Ghost yells, making a sharp turn.

Y/N’s head rolls to the side and he blinks slowly, trying to stay conscious. As his eyes flutter, Soap turns back around and shakes him, but to no avail. He’s gone, and now it’s a race against time.

When they get into the safe house, nearly every medic surrounds Y/N, blood dripping onto the floor as they lift him into a cot. Outside of the house, Ghost sits with a hand on his chin, just sitting there, bouncing his legs.

Would Y/N make it? He hopes so. He doesn't want to lose another comrade and friend. He might even have more than platonic feelings for Flash, but it'll be a miracle sent from God if he actually admits it to himself or others.

A medic steps outside a few minutes later, about 30 minutes since they arrived. Ghost and Soap look up from the places they were sitting at. "Is he okay?" Is the first thing Ghost says.

"He is alright. He's actually awake and asking how you guys are doing, if you want to step in." The nurse smiles and opens the door for them. Both of the men practically run in.

Y/N is laying in bed, both legs bandaged and doped up on pain meds. "Hey guys." He smiles lazily.

"Hey, Flash." Ghost smiles beneath his mask. "How are ya doing?" Soap asks, sitting on the chair next to the man on the bed.

"I'm alright. They said I'd be sent home once they can reach Laswell and get a 'copter to take me out." He looks between the two. "You guys look like hell."

"You don't look too good yourself." Ghost snaps back. Y/N nods and laughs a bit.

Eventually enough, the helicopter comes and picks up Y/N from the base to take him home for recovery. On the ride there, Y/N falls sound asleep to the hum and rocking of the helicopter. Ghost refused to let him out of his sight for reasons he won’t even admit to himself, so he got Laswell to let him go home with the sleeping man and take care of him. Laswell made him promise to take care of Y/N until he’s healthy enough to go back out into the world and fight alongside him again; she had made it part of his duties as Y/N’s superior.

#ghost #simon riley x reader #simon riley x reader #call of duty #cod x reader #male reader #idk how to tag help #this is my first post

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seveninchesovsatanicpanic · 2 years

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Hey! I'm Seven!

Who will I write for?

Mystic Messenger: Yoosung, Jumin, Seven

Demon Slayer: Tanjiro Kamado, Inosuke Hashibara, Zenitzu Agatsuma, Kyojuro Rengoku, Akaza, Nezuko Kamado, Obanai Iguro, Sabito, Enmu, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Genya Shinazugawa, Muichiro Tokito, Mitsuri Kanroji, Giyuu Tomioka, Tengen Uzui, Murata, Gyutaro, Hotaru Hanganezuka

Silent Hill: Pyramid Head

Outlast: Miles Upshur, Richard Trager, Father Martin

COD: Victor Resnov, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" McTavish, John Price, Keegan P. Russ, Phillip Graves, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Logan Walker, David "Hesh" Walker, Gary "Roach" Sanderson

Resident Evil: Ethan Winters, Mia Winters, Zoe Baker, Lady Demetrescu, Leon Kennedy

The Evil Within 2: Sebastian Castellanos

Murdered: Soul Suspect: Ronan

The Last Of Us: Joel Miller, Ellie

The Mandalorian: Din Djarin

Triple Frontier: Frankie "Catfish" Morales

Scream! (1996): Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Sidney Prescott

Ghost Adventures: Zak Bagans, Aaron Goodwin, Billy Tolly, Jay Wasley

Ghost BC: all Papas, Sodo, Rain, Mountain, Swiss, Aether

I'm willing to write NSFW if requested 🙂

This is a safe space to just be a nerd :)

Any requests are taken, little to no rules and rules will be added if requests overstep personal boundaries.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

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