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cooliofango · 5 months

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pocket princess!! if you feel up to it could you pls write something fluffy with price x reader x soap. id love to see something lighthearted with price handling his loves <3!!

Baby It’s Cold Outside

Pairing: Price x Reader x Soap

Word Count: 727

Synopsis: A soft shared moment of peace between the three loved ones on a snowy night 🫶

A/N: Absolutely crying cause I couldn’t think of how to make this one longer 😭😭😭. I hated how long this was taking tho so I did my best, I hope you like it! I will continue to work on your Gaz ask and make it longer I promise 👀

Cw: None! It’s fluffy content between Bun’s favorite boys 🫶

Winter is always one of your favorite seasons. It definitely isn’t because of the snow. You hate having to constantly uncover the white flakes of frozen water from your car and pray that the doors aren’t frozen shut. It isn’t necessarily because of the holidays, even if they are always fun to celebrate with loved ones. It’s not even about the peppermint lattes you love to get on the way to work every morning when it’s being sold at your local cafe. Winter is your favorite season because of the moment you currently find yourself in.

The dim light of the television was the only thing illuminating your shared bedroom. The chatter of the late night show was quiet, just although loud to hear the men gossip about the actor’s movie and their experience on set. “It’s all rubbish, the reviews he’s speakin’ of..” You hear John lazily mumble against the right side of your collarbone, “The movie wasn’t any good.” The brit is against your side with an arm wrapped snugly just under your chest. His head rests on your shoulder, nearly falling asleep on you as the season’s early nights took its toll. The neatly trimmed mutton chops tickle your skin as he settles further against you. It’s a warm weight against you that you’ve grown familiar with, as well as come to love.

“Didn’t know ye watch cheesy rom coms, captain.” The Scottish accent of your other boyfriend fills your senses from your left and you turn to look at him with the same amused smile he’s wearing. Johnny’s eyes are closed, more in a half conscious state than John is. His head rests lower on your body, more against your chest than your collarbone, with an arm around your stomach, leaving you sandwiched in between the two men you loved so dearly. In addition, one of his legs is also laced with yours.

“Occasionally..” John mutters after a moment’s silence, earning a quiet chuckle from the scot.

The lighthearted banter between the two of them was always endearing to you, filling you with more warmth than the heat the two bodies around you did. It was more than welcome with how cold it’s been lately. You take a glance out the window on the left wall of the room, watching as large snowflakes fall down continuously. The hand on John’s shoulder absentmindedly toys with the hem of his sleeve while the other traces gentle patterns onto Johnny’s back.

These moments are scarce, but you cherish them with every fiber of your being. It’s not everyday you get to enjoy the peace and quiet. The worries that plagued your mind everytime the two went out for work are non-existent, even if it's temporarily. It is as if the dangers and horrors of the real world just aren’t there anymore and it was just the three of you.

A heavy sigh of content left Johnny and you could feel his weight against you become heavier as he relaxed. John places a soft kiss against your warm skin. You smiled lovingly at the feeling, tilting your head to rest against the top of his.

A yawn slips past your lips and John smiles against your collarbone at the sound, reaching behind him to pluck the remote from the bedside table. His movements are slow and careful, not wanting to jostle the two of you too much and disturb the peace that’s made its way into the atmosphere. “Get some sleep, sweetheart,” John whispered to you. He hit the power button, sending the room into total darkness before setting the remote back onto the table. His weight shifts back onto you, easily snuggling back into the spot against you. The blanket is pulled back over you before his arm returns back across your torso.

“You, too. G’Night, Johnny,” John said this with a gentle tap to Johnny’s nose with his knuckle. The scot simply huffs, already in the process of dozing off against you.

The room grows silent now, save for the collective breaths of relaxation being shared between the three of you. Your head falls to lean against the pillow under it, eyes falling shut. The warmth of the two men’s physical presence and love helps you to settle in a blanket of comfort. It works wonders lulling you to sleep in a matter of minutes.

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alwaysshallow · 4 months

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@bunnyreaper's secret santa thing; I had the pleasure to write for @cooliofango ❤️ I hope you're gonna have the best time reading this, love.

AO3 VERSION

Simon isn't there—that's the first thing you notice, when you wake up.

You think it's odd; he always sticks around, especially in the morning. Either he is reading something in bed, a book or an article, or tries to wake you up, softly, kissing your arm, if it was past nine in the morning.

Right now, even his side of the bed is cold, so he had to leave at least an hour ago, maybe more. You get up with a slight frown on your face, multiple questions in the back of your mind, what possibly could bring Simon out of bed. There's many thoughts, and they aren't really positive; usually if he had to leave, it was something military related. A missile missing, someone to rescue, intel to get or secure.

Being with Riley made you realize how fucked up the world is and how many times it needs to be saved. This time though, in theory, he has vacations that he asked for. Holidays with his girlfriend, he said, which caused you to grin like crazy one, since you loved this term. His girlfriend, his significant other with whom he decided to spend time with, even if he doesn't like holidays.

It's main reason why you aren't really doing anything festive this year; out of respect to him. Sure, you spend more time together, you plan to watch movies tonight, make some food, but nothing really related to Christmas. No lights, no tree, nothing what could possibly trigger his memory with the holidays and make the time worse than it already was.

But now, your boyfriend is nowhere to be seen, and your plans are under a big question mark. You don't even know where he is, if he is here, in your shared house that you've decided to buy a few months ago.

"Baby?" you call out, looking around. There's a few boxes laying on the ground, door is wide-open; if you wouldn't know any better, you'd assume that somebody broke in. Knowing your boyfriend though, how he secured the house... hell, it takes only one wrong move and alarm goes off, as Simon said once, shortly after he installed it.

So, door wide-open, bringing in the cold, clear indicator that he actually is here somewhere. And, sooner than later, you'll see him.

You prefer sooner than later, though, so you go through the door, just to see your man with a tree—Christmas tree, to be precise—with shocked expression on his face. Then, he puts it down, just to sneak his arms around you, tight. Just like he loved to do, practically from the start of your relationship.

For a military man, he is very touch starved, and you try every time to give him the love he deserves.

"You didn't wake me," you murmur into his broad chest, at which he chuckles. You look up at him, seeing his brown eyes sparkling.

"Sorry, love. Had to take care of some things," he says, his hand caressing your back delicately. "But 'm here now. Let's go to bed, yeah?"

"Oh, no, no," you laugh, shaking your head. "I want to know why there's a Christmas tree here. And those boxes? Seems like decorations to me, Mr. Riley."

He acts like you caught him red handed on something; Simon looks away and sighs, just to look at you a few seconds later with a semi-guilty look on his face. You have to hold back a laugh; he seems so stressed about something simple, it's adorable.

"I don't like Christmas," he starts, playing with your hair. "But I know you like 'em. Your eyes sparkle every time you see this shit, lights, trees, everythin' and—"

"—Simon, we don't have to—"

"—let me finish." He looks at you, a bit sternly, so you nod. You have to listen to him, especially if he asks you to. "And I just can't do this to you. Take it away from you. 'm a grown man, it's time to change some things. 'specially those hurtful ones."

You gnaw at your bottom lip, silent for a few seconds, as you try to collect your thoughts about this situation. It's hard not to cry right now, given how he overcomes his own weaknesses, just for you. Just for the both of you, so your future will be brighter.

"You are," you cup his cheeks into your hands, "the best man I've ever, ever met. I'm so lucky to have you, you know? A man that's willing to spend Christmas with me the traditional way, to

“You can't say this shit to me,” he warns, his voice almost a whisper. You raise your eyebrow, but you don't stop kissing his jaw, even when he sighs.

"Because that's so bad? Or because that's the truth and you'll blush any second?" you ask teasingly, at which he rolls his eyes with a small smile on his lips. To see his smile, to see how happy you can make him... you cherish every moment like that, knowing his history. Knowing how hard it was, how hard it still is because demons doesn't go easily.

Yet, you see the progress. His battle, to be more open, to allow himself to be more vulnerable at least around you.

“You’re gonna make me even more addicted," he explains to you, kissing your face a few times. He bangs with his nose against your eyeglasses, but he doesn't really seem to mind. "And I’m already weak. It's like... you're something that I’m not immune to. Everyone will see that later, on that Christmas party.”

He doesn’t say he loves you. That would be crazy, he thinks; every time he told someone he loves them, they died. He doesn't want it to happen with you, not when he didn't think of an idea how to possibly save you, keep you safe and locked, close to his heart.

But he can’t deny that you have him wrapped around your finger and you always will. Task Force 141 knows about you, they even invited you two to the Christmas party later, but the l-word has to wait. You know that he loves you anyway; maybe he doesn't say it, but his actions shows you enough love. And, he has other words—be safe, you know I care about you.

It speaks louder than simple I love you but he knows he's gonna say it. He has to, even for your sake.

"That's good. I love you being addicted." You grin, hugging him even tighter. "Because I'm addicted to you as well. To my big, wonderful boyfriend. Now... about those Christmas decorations."

You wouldn't think that decorating your shared house with Simon would be so fun and chaotic in the same time. Your boyfriend does the lights—since his height abilities are just insane—and you are basically running around with snowmen, reindeers and other creatures that you somehow can associate with winter. Riley also gives you disapproval looks from time to time, telling you to dress yourself properly, as you're just on your pyjamas; it ends up in you being in his big, warm hoodie, since you don't listen.

It's like everything you dreamed for, in domestic matter.

The best is taking care of the tree, though. You two have different ideas—yours with doing it in two colors that compliment each other, red and gold for example, which would give the glamour vibe of the house. Or, Simon's idea which is complete chaos. He looks so happy with placing the ornaments, that you don't tell him about color theory, you don't suggest making it less colorful either.

You just put everything just like he is, with instinct, and when he asks about your opinion, you can't help but smile widely and praise him for being creative. His enjoyment gives you the time of your life, honestly.

"You do it like it's in your blood," you say, laughing happily when he gives your cheek a big, wet kiss. His arms locks around you automatically, his lips dropping a bit lower.

"'st because of you. My girl," he purrs. "Maybe we should take a break and eat somethin', eh? Something Christmas-y."

"Christmas-y?" you repeat, observing with a small smile stomach how he drags you over to the couch, towering over you. He has absolutely no problem with crashing you with his weight, which feels so good considering how warm he is. "What would you like?"

"Anything my woman wants, I'll eat. My civilian woman."

You can't help the sensation of your heart fluttering at this view; at Simon kissing your knuckles, at Simon being so affectionate. You are sure that you haven't seen him like this before, not this open with his feelings.

"Yours. That civilian woman, for a superordinary man," you say, quietly.

“My civilian woman.” Simon’s eyes shine as he repeats your words, a light smirk forming as he gazes down at you. You really are gorgeous, so beautiful as you're there in his arms. "'m not superordinary, but I guess I'll take it."

He reaches over to remote, turning off the light in the room. Now, all that’s illuminated is the moonlight and sparkling, multicolor Christmas lights, casting a pale ray of light in the darkness.

Before he loses himself in your eyes, he leans over and presses his mouth to yours. It’s a slow, quiet, yet passionate kiss—one that sparks a fire in both your souls.

"That sounds very dorky, if you think about it," you chuckle quietly, still keeping his gaze. His brown eyes are fixed on yours, glimmering so gently, you can't help but be lost in them. God, it's even better when he turned off the light. You don't see each other properly, but the dark figures are adding everything to your imagination, when you continue this slow kiss.

You can only hear your lips smacking against each other.

“You’re perfect to me,” he says, his voice husky as he gazes down at you. You make his heart flutter. You always do, but lately, those butterflies have turned into something else, as he told you a dew days ago. "The most perfect woman in the world. Even if it's cheesy, as you say."

"You're such a cheesy man, Riley," you whisper, as you smile at his sudden comment how you are perfect to him. Knowing that he's not the best with words, and still says something like this, was just the most important thing for you. "But I like that in you. Just as much as your soft spot for those romcoms we watch. Even if you call them sappy and cringe," you say, closing your eyes.

"They are sappy and cringe. But it's our type of sappy and cringe," he murmurs into your skin, burying his face in your neck. Right in this moment, he doesn't seem to care about anything else.

And you don't care about anything else either, when you have him right by your side. Safe and secure, far from deployment, far from all those dangerous things probably just waiting for him out there.

"I love you," he whispers.

And you know you have your gift.

#simon riley #ghost simon riley #simon riley x reader #cod x reader #call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #cod mw2 #ghost x reader #simon riley fanfic #simon riley x you #x reader #cod fanfic #simon riley fluff

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bunnyreaper · 4 months

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bunnyreaper's secret santa masterlist

as you may have seen, i recently hosted a secret santa fanfic exchange—largely with members of my server! it was a lovely little event and every piece is so wonderful. presented below are the finished fics that are publicly available! (for the purposes of this list, oc implies the reader is given defined characteristics, as it was written specifically for the giftee!) soap tradition with a twist (soap x reader) by bunnyreaper it's cold, isn't it? (soap x reader) by shotmrmiller loved (soap x reader) by a-very-bored-blogger not so bad (soap x reader) by juvenilla the perfect christmas setting (soap x reader) by ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff ghost mine all mine (ghost x reader) by soapsgf all i want for christmas (ghost x reader) by kitskatscabinet things to change (ghost x reader) by alwaysshallow make my wish come true (ghost x oc) by perfinn

price john price as a neighbour (price x gn!reader + implied ghost x reader) by crash-and-live just like old times (price x reader + poly!141) by piratesfromspace bar owner!john price kisses you under the mistletoe (price x reader) by inkbybambi poly secret santa (price x oc x ghost) by ohworm-writes play chase (ghoap x reader) by literatecowboy under the christmas tree (poly 141 x reader) by gremlingottoosilly secret santa exchange (ghoap x reader) by ramadiiiisme others shedding some light (nikolai x oc) by cooliofango habits (konig x reader) by juvenilla

#secret santa #soap mactavish x reader #simon riley x reader #john price x reader #ghoap x reader #tf141 x reader #konig x reader #nikolai x reader

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kitkatscabinet · 5 months

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Pride

Pairing: established John Mactavish x f! reader (+ kyle Garrick)

Summary: Soap's girlfriend takes him to Pride, where they meet one Kyle Garrick. AKA Soap discovering he's not as straight as he thought.

Warnings: m/m/f threesome, anal, cowgirl

Soap's in his early twenties and has just been selected to join the SAS when you take him with you to a pride parade. You're decked out in pinks, blues, and purples and though Soap is a little apprehensive as he's 'straight', he's very supportive.

He ends up enjoying it far more than he thought he would and gets comfortable enough to wait for you when you disappear to find a bathroom. Just when he starts to think you've been gone for a while he gets approached by the prettiest man he's ever seen in his life.

He introduces himself as Kyle Garrick and though it takes a few minutes for the name to click Soap becomes even more starstruck when he realises that standing before him is the youngest man in history to pass SAS selection.

Suddenly there's a hand on his thigh and Soap's brain starts to malfunction, he's so flustered that his neck is undoubtedly red. He's nothing if not loyal however, he loves his girlfriend very much and would never betray you (never mind the fact he'd been previously insistent he was straight) and tells Kyle as much.

To his surprise, Kyle just laughs understandingly moving his hand further up Soap's thigh as he informs him that Soap's girlfriend is already waiting for them at the hotel and flashes the keycard. The hotel is luckily very close by, because by the time the door swings open and he catches sight of you waiting on the bed Soap's an anxious mess of nerves and confused anticipation.

You pat your thigh invitingly and Johnny reacts on instinct, coming to lay on you as Kyle follows behind him. He jumps when he feels hands on his hips, slipping under his shirt as he stares at you with wide eyes.

"Relax baby, let us take care of you. You want that don't you?" You coo at him, and as you and Kyle work in tandem to rid him of his clothes Johnny finds that he does want this.

Kyle's planting kisses down his back but Johhny still jumps when he feels fingers lightly prodding at his hole. He's so flustered and embarrassed but you and Kyle are conversing with each other like you're not actively defiling him. As Kyle's fingers work him open, so different from the feeling of yours, you're assuring Kyle that Johnny can take it, that you've trained him to.

He can't even protest because you're not wrong and his mouth is busy biting at the skin of your hip to ground himself as you curl your fingers in his mohawk. He's forced to watch as you lean in to kiss Kyle, your hand holding him down by the back of his neck keeping him in place as his hips are pulled upwards and Kyle finally sinks inside of him.

Johnny's powerless to do anything but moan and writhe like a whore as Kyle pounds into him, watching from the corner of his eye as you make out with the other man and you finger yourself right near his face. Just as he's about to cum your hand snakes around to his cock and squeezes, ruining his orgasm as Kyle pulls out suddenly and flips him onto his back.

Before Johnny can start crying, Kyle's thrusting back inside and you've manoeuvered yourself to sink down on Johnny's cock at the same time. It's so overstimulating and even as he cums embarrassingly quick you and Kyle keep moving with your hands holding his torso down. So he can't even do anything but watch as your tits bounce and you turn your head to kiss Kyle again, the two of you using his body like a toy for your own pleasure with little regard for him.

It's not like he's complaining though.

Tags: @juvenillia @innercollectivecomputer @cooliofango @pertinentpostmortem @ghostslillady @domaniquessidehoe2 @ilovehyperfixating @pauphs @skotchi @bunnyreaper @Tokusho @ohworm-writes @jack-crow-lantern @marvellover-12 @skylarf0rest @ghostfkr @Frogtowne @dumb-fawkin-bitch

#x reader #soap x reader #john mactavish x reader #kyle garrick x reader #john mactavish x reader x kyle garrick #kyle garrick #john mactavish #cod mw x reader #cod mw

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talesofsonicasura · 1 year

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I decided to make this as I noticed there's some Linked Universe x Reader blogs either not getting attention or being swamped with asks in @luimagines case. This list will update with more blogs I find. Marking those that can do yandere or NSFW as well.

@linkedhearts

@linked-heroes (does NSFW)

@cafecourage

@kitts-n-polaroids

@hylias-gremlin (now @hylias-library )

@windtooweem

@cloudninetonine (yandere)

@dreaming-of-lu /NSFW blog @desires-of-chain

@pinkfairyskeleton

@waywardxsouls (yandere)

@yandere-linked-universe (deactivated)

@lonelyrosegold

@honey-for-the-miind

@gjulkfs (yandere)

@yeoldenfictionwitch or @yeoldenfictionwitch2

@gliphyartfan (yandere)

@apolyian-alluvial

@lu-twilights-pup

@my-insanity-is-an-artform

@eclipssalfics (yandere)

@d3kubee (yandere)

@lost4pandora

@ice-cream-writes-stuff

@legendofzoodles

@triforce-of-mischief

@blogbooger

@sighfineillcomeback

@chainbakery

@rose-writes-shit

@solance-fics

@trulytiredhermit (yandere)

@lxnlxnranch

@2sleepy4dis

@trench-coat-racoon

@voidsanidiot

@cooliofango

@majesties-palace

@lu-twilight-is-best-boy

@bonkzies

@linksignited

@trippygalaxy

@legendofmorons

@wintertimestoryteller

@doodlesbf

#linked universe x reader #sonicasura #tales of sonicasura #linked universe related #linked universe #legend of zelda #loz

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weirdoinaband · 2 years

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Vampire! Gabriel Boseman x (Afton) Reader

Part 1! :)

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Ummm, Gender Neutral. I'm also trying to get better at writing! So if your a Gabriel Boseman simp, enjoy. Because there's almost no x reader for him (check out @cooliofango tho). So... here's somethin. A vampire fanfic! :/

Warnings: Swearing(lots), Blood, Violence

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Unacceptable

"Mr. Boseman isn't that bad." I said to my father. The man turned to me with a disgusted look. "Did you really just say that (Y/n)? He's terrible." He scoffed. He turned back to what he was cooking. "Get outta here. I'm cooking." He said. I scoffed and stomped as I walked away. Where was Micheal...? Elizabeth sat in the couch, trying to find something on the telly. "Found anything?" I asked her. "Nope." She answered. "I'm gonna go find Mike." I said. I went upstairs to find my older brother. Maybe he was doing better? I went to his room and heard loud sobbing.

Nope...

《The Next Night 》

"(Y/n). Go take out the trash." My dad said. "But its dark outside. Do you want me getting kidnapped or something?" I asked him. "Dont back talk me. Go take out the damn trash." He said. Oh whatever. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed one of many trash bags, dragging it across the floor, and out the front door. I closed the door behind me and dragged the trash bag over to the trash bins. "Stupid William Jackass Afton." I scoffed. I opened the trash and attempted to throw the trash bag in there. But it ripped from where I had been dragging it. "Bloody hell!" I snapped. I kicked the stupid trash can and it fell over. "Damnit." I growled.

I hated being an Afton. My fatha was always on my case about everything... and he was a homophobic bastard who made Micheal self-conscious and upset about himself. He didnt even bat an eye when Elizabeth did something amazing, and he was always an asshole! I picked the trash can and shoved the remandier of the huge bag into the can. "Why didnt he just do it 'imself?" I mumbled to myself. Soft footsteps made me perk up.

"Mike? Is that you!?" I asked. No answer. "Lizabeth!?" I said. "Fatha?" I whispered. The light on the front door light flicked on and I stared over. There was literally nothing over there. And I thought fatha turned that thing off to be an ass- I felt something brush past my back and I turned. "Bloody 'ell..." I muttered. Nothing. I ran inside and my father looked at me. "What the hell's your problem?" He asked me. "S-Something... o-outside!" I said. He got up and went into the kitchen. He returned, and handed me another trash bag and a broom (typical Will).

I now had a flashlight, and I shakily walked outside. I looked around and didnt see anything. Maybe it was a raccoon or something. I went to the second trash bin and opened it, holding the small flashlight between my teeth, and I shoved the trash in. There were more footsteps... right behind me. I turned and my flashlight slightly revealed a black shirt and a brown jacket. I trailed it up a little and then whoever was there wasn't anymore. I awooga'ed and held the broom out for protection.

Who the hell... no... WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!!!? They moved so fast I couldn't even see them! An arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me backwards, causing me to drop my broom and flashlight. Something... no... two somethings pierced my throat and my voice didnt seem to work, causing me to only struggle. Blood dripped down my throat, and a warm tongue lapped it up. I elbowed whoever it was in the stomach and they coughed. "FA-" A hand covered my mouth. "Shut up or I'll snap your neck. Ya hear me?" A voice growled. I felt tears filling my eyes... and I tried not to cry as the pain stabbed my throat again... thick pain. I clawed at their hand and then black spots burned my vision.

I started to black out and I felt again a warm tongue lick blood from my bloodied throat. Their arm tensed around my stomach as I started to black out. "Shit... what did I do..." They gasped. I fell limp, and everything when pitch black.

《Time Unknown》 Location: Afton Household

"I think they got bit by an animal." I heard Micheal say. "But it looks like a vampire bite or something... from the movies." Elizabeth said. I moaned in pain, and my heavy eyelids opened. "You good?" Mike asked. "Far from it. Close the blinds... God." I hissed, getting away from the hot sunlight. "What's your problem?" Elizabeth asked. She opened the blinds up more and I shriveled back... covering my eyes. "Fock! I said close them Lizabeth!" I snapped.

They were both silent as I stepped back, behind the doorframe, into the dark hallway. "What happened?" Micheal asked. "I don't know. I got bitten by something." I said. "Something???" Elizabeth and Micheal said in unison. "Someone. Actually. I think it was a guy... maybe I'm wrong. I didn't see their face." I said. Elizabeth closed the blinds and I entered the room. "You've definately got some sorta bite mark on yer neck." Micheal said. "Wheres Fatha?" I grumbled. "Downstairs... cooking." Elizabeth said. "He doesnt even care." I pouted. "Kids! Yew better be focking ready! Were leaving as soon as were done eating!" Fatha yelled. "SHUT THE FOCK UP YOU ASSHOLE!!!" I boomed. I covered my mouth at my sudden boldness. "Damn-" Micheal muttered. "WHOT DID YOU SAY (Y/N)!!! (Y/N) (M/N) AFTON!!!!" My fatha yelled. "Shet-" I whined.

《6:45》 Location: Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria

I covered my eyes from the light, and the sun pricked at my skin. It hurt so bad... and I didn't know why. What was I even bitten by? An animal? Or a vampire? Weree vampires even real? I sighed as I walked back into the cool environment of the pizzeria. Fatha had me on my toes after I was rude to him earlier. Which... was what happened everytime I slipped up. Mr. Boseman and three kids turned.

"Hello Mista Boseman!" I piped. I walked over to him and he stared down at me. "Well hello (Y/n)!" He said. "What happened to your neck?" He asked nervously. "I got bit by... something... I think I'll be okay though." I said. "Okay. Great to hear- I mean... great you'll be okay... not that you got bit." He chuckled. I turned to the three kids and my eyed locked with the oldest boy. "You..." I growled. That was him!

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Lol this was just sitting in my drafts-

#blueycapsules x reader #william afton #elizabeth afton #micheal afton #(y/n)#boseman kids #blueycapsules #vampire gabriel bosemam x GN afton reader #henry emily

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cooliofango · 6 months

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Sugar

Pairing: Nikolai x F!Reader

Word Count: 746

Synopsis: Lingering gazes and teasing kisses lead to a very happy Nik 🫶

A/N: Was nervous writing this cause I wanted it to be well written as my first contribution to the COD writing community— but I hope you like it!! It’s based off of THIS TIKTOK!! Credit goes to them for inspiration! Ignore my clunky layout..

Tw: None! It’s all fluffy content 🫶

Fingers silently tapped along the side of the can of Red Bull in her hand, eyes fixated on the Russian who spoke on and on about… what was it again?

It started as his recent upgrades to his helicopter that he cared for like it was his masterpiece. Then again, it has helped the team out of so many bad situations on countless occasions, as well as made travel a lot easier. The copter even brought some amusing memories— one incident in particular being one that won’t be let go for a while. It made her smile a little to herself even to this day. She supposed that he had every right to go on and on about such a useful vehicle.

The conversation seemed to drift into more of his travels while flying it than the vehicle itself. That seemed to be the case, anyways, with how he spoke of the common cuisine throughout the countries he’s flown through that he wanted to try.

In all honesty, she hadn’t been listening for the majority of the time he spoke, only catching utterances of how he fitted the copter with new blades to make the flight smoother and how he’s never tried a churro before. Her gaze had been glued to him the entire time, mind stuck on admiring the man before her as they enjoyed their lunch break together. It was hard not to. Seeing him so relaxed in her presence eased her heart and the sound of his voice, thick with his Russian accent, was like music to her ears. The Lieutenant could listen to him talk all day if she could. To add that he was quite handsome, too, only made her infatuation stronger.

“Do you know what I’ve always wanted to try?” The sudden question pulled the woman from her thoughts. Her lashes fluttered as she sat up in place, just noticing his expectant gaze lingering on her face. For a moment, a wave of embarrassment washed over her, not knowing whether or not he had noticed her almost lovesick gaze just mere moments ago. If he did, he made no comment or any physical gesture showing that he did. He only kept his intense gaze on her, shifting slightly in place as if anxious to continue his rambling.

“Kissing me.”

“No, fish and chips. Is it really as good as they--...kissing you?”

“What..? Kissing me?” It took everything in her to not laugh at his bewildered look that melted into one of pure confusion. Instead, a look of slight surprise was present on her face, a brow raised in question. Teeth bit at the inside of her lip, watching the gears in his mind turn oh so slowly to try and process the whether or not she actually said that.

He turned his head to face the wall in front of him and across the room. Not understanding his muttered Russian speech, she smiled to herself before downing the rest of the Red Bull in her hand and began to stand. The crinkle of the aluminum in her hand did nothing to catch his attention, nor did her presence standing over his shoulder.

A smirk tugged to her lips, leaning over his shoulder to level her head with the side of his. A free hand rested on his shoulder for balance and her lips pressed firmly against his cheek. The feeling of his facial hair itched lightly against the softness of her lips and for the short moment they remained against his skin, she could swear she felt the surface of his cheek warm against them. The Lieutenant smiled softly at him, stopping by his ear before pulling away completely. “See you later, Sugar.”

The sound of his breath getting caught in his throat pulled a chuckle from her, removing her hand from his shoulder and making her way to the exit. She dropped the empty and crushed can away, the aluminum can clattering against the sides of the trashcan until it reached the bottom.

A silence lingered in the hallway as she began to retreat to the training grounds where she would be supervising drills for a bunch of recruits, but only for a moment as the sound of heavy, rushing footsteps quickly closing the gap between her and the source filled her senses. A smile tugged to her lips, turning around in time to see the pilot red faced but with the dopiest grin pulled onto his face.

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cooliofango · 4 months

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Shedding Some Light

Pairing: Nikolai x Cameron

Word Count: 1044

A/N: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK AO LONG BBYYYY 😭😭😭 It’s be an incredibly hectic holiday at my mother’s and I’m only just getting the time to write this short little gift for you. I hope you enjoy it regardless but!!! Surprise!! I was your Secret Santa! Happy Yuletide @ohworm-writes !!!!

CW: Pagan holiday, exclusive to Cam and Cam only!!!!!, possible tradition inaccuracies ;-;

The spoon clinks with each turn it makes in the rich and warm chocolatey liquid. The smell brings a smile to their face. They’re already looking forward to diving into the treat alongside their lover as they stand here making it. The spoon drips hot cocoa as it is lifted out of the mug and is set inside the sink. The soft and fluffy marshmallows are easily plucked from the bowl that was set aside just before starting the creation of the hot drink. The marshmallows are large, squishing pleasantly in their fingers as they drop three into each mug. The creamy fluff immediately melts on the surface, covering the entirety of the beverage.

“That should be enough marshmallows.” Cameron mutters to themself, lifting one of the two mugs into each of their hands before turning to walk out the kitchen.

But they pause and observe.

The home is beautifully decorated for the solstice. Garland made of evergreen and fresh pine cones topped with a thin layer of fake snow lace the entryways of the home- including the one to the kitchen Cam stood under currently- as well as across the fireplace and a bookshelf that stood in the entryway hall. On those shelves, however, are also a few candles that are placed carefully in the middle of the garland. They gave a warm, dim glow into the comfort of the home the two shared.

A Yule tree is decorated with garland that Cameron and Nikolai spent hours putting together, as well as dried slices of orange and lemon that Cam had put hooks though to hang on the tree’s branches. Nikolai had brought miniature fake candles and sun shaped ornaments to put on the tree too.

A special gift that Nikolai had created by hand was the metal tree topper that was also sunshapped. It was something that the both of them were surprised that it was kept quiet about until the surprise was revealed to Cameron just earlier this week. It did explain a lot to them, though. Why Nikolai was suddenly spending an incredible amount of time in the shop- which, in itself, is saying something, as we all know that Nikolai would gladly spend hours upon hours working on his helicopter- was a big question that occured often. Turns out he had even used scrap metal from his precious helicopter to make it, cutting, bending, engraving, and heating the metal to give it the yellow, shiny appearance it has now. A light shone behind it to make its silhouette glow against the walls around it.

The smell of warm cinnamon lingers in the air and Cameron turns their attention to its source.

Nikolai is sitting at the coffee table putting together the dried sticks of the spice around a glass dish meant to catch the wax of melting candles. His tongue is pressed against the inside of his cheek and his brows are furrowed with concentration. One stick of cinnamon is held in one hand while the other carefully applies the hot glue against the side of the glass with a steady hold on the hot glue gun. The glue gun is set back down on a piece of cardboard- it being used to keep the hot glue from dripping on the glass table and ruining it- and the cinnamon stick he held is pressed carefully on top of the hot glue and beside the already glued down cinnamon. It was gently pushed up with a large finger to make sure it was even before Nikolai picks up another stick from the package to his left and the hot glue gun to his right.

Cameron felt their heart soar a moment more for the man who stole their heart almost a year ago. The effort Nikolai was putting into enjoying the holiday lined with their belief made them feel so much more grateful to have Nikolai in their life once more. They should’ve known that once Nikolai set his heart on celebrating Yuletide, there was no stopping him. He truly went above and beyond, and is still doing so, just for them.

Nikolai sits in jeans and a fluffy, white sweater that matches his love’s, as well as some fluffy socks they just insisted that he wore too. He doesn’t notice Cameron yet, too busy focusing on the mini project he was determined to finish. That was until they placed his mug on the coffee table in front of him, causing him to pause and look up at them.

A large and loving smile easily pulls at his lips, setting both items back into their respective places. “Спасибо, дорогой!” His eyes lit up at them, almost hesitating to look away as he reaches for the hot ceramic mug. Cameron sits beside him, carefully blowing the steam from her own drink.

“Thank you,” Cameron emphasizes, “You didn’t have to do all of this.” A hand gestures to the flurry of decorations around the house as Nikolai takes a sip.

A hum of satisfaction slips past closed lips, visibly relaxing at the warmth the hot cocoa provided for him. The mug is rested carefully against his thigh, one hand holding the cup up. His other hand rests on their thigh, each of them holding a soft and grateful look in their eyes.

“Do not thank me, дорогая. I’m more than happy to celebrate your traditions with you,” Nikolai says firmly and confidently, “I’ve had a great time enjoying this holiday with you, Cameron.”

They smile back lovingly up at him, eyes moving from his own to his lips. A sudden snort of amusement follows, biting onto their bottom lip as they look back up at him. Nikolai raises a brow at the evolving giggles falling from their lips. “What’s so funny, дорогая?”

Cameron clears their throat, smile still present. Their hand raises and points at the area above their own lip, “You’ve got a little something…” Their voice trails off as Nikolai carefully raises his own hand and wipes the fluffy marshmallow from above his lip with his thumb. There was a moment of silence as he stared at the sugary substance before he too laughed at the sight, Cam’s laughter joining in as they enjoyed the serenity of the moment together.

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kitkatscabinet · 5 months

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

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

ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY I WILL IM SO FERAL OVER THIS.

Pairing: Trans John Mactavish x gn! reader

Warnings: Gendered anatomical terms used: clit/cock

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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cooliofango · 2 years

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Greetings! Requests are open!

Link to Picrew

My name is Ollie (she/they) and I hope to get a good start on writing on this platform.

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Edit: I’ve been seeing where people have added their age for those who are/aren’t comfortable with certain people interacting with their things but I’d like to add that I am 18+! It’s preferable that minors don’t interact or request anything nsfw as well..!

Check out my Masterlist of Masterlists for my past writings! 🫶

Masterlist of Masterlists

I want to start out with a few things about myself-

I’m a college freshman, so I usually have a lot of work to do. It often leaves me drained so it will take time for me to finish requests/parts of fics

I’ll be friendly as long as you are so we are on the same page and no one is getting any misunderstandings!

Please specify the fandom the characters come from please! There could be a character from different anime/games with the same name and it’ll make it easier on me!

Also be specific with what you want me to write- like do you want me to write headcanons or a oneshots or anything else that I’ve typed down. This also includes a plot or it’ll take longer for me to write it due to having to having to think of an idea to write for your request.

That should be it!

Whichever reader insert or headcanon I do will vary on the request and the fandom as well as my motivation for writing that specific thing.

List of fandoms I’ll write for:

(Just because I don’t have a master list link for any of the below doesn’t mean I won’t write for them’ I just haven’t yet)

Overwatch

BlueyCapsules

Marble Hornets

Security Breach

Identity V

Genshin Impact

Stranger Things

Linked Universe

The Legend of Zelda games

Honkai Starrail

Into The Spider-Verse

Across The Spider-Verse

Call of Duty MW/MW2/MW3

Call of Duty: Ghosts

Aphmau Series

That’s all for now- I will add to this as I see fit and as I please depending on what I decide!

Things I will do:

Reader Inserts (aka character x reader)

Headcanons

Canon Ships

SFW Alphabet✨

NSFW Alphabet ✨

Oneshots

Au’s

Smut✨

Imagines

Anything else requested!

(If there is a ✨ by it then it’ll take longer to do)

Things I will not do:

Anything forced/non-con

Anything disgusting involving bodily wastes

Incest

Anything including racial slurs

And that should be all for that one! I’ll add more accordingly as always~!

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