#I’m not eating fucking soap you freaks

[thevirgincherry]

tw. ddlg duh, smut, fluff, daddy kink, pacifier

note. umm.. just ddlg w og4 leon 😭 @d10nyx fault!! she did this and . most of this is her doing.. written so late so ignore typos cuz idk I’m . this is frantic and sick and it might be ooc but pleek.. let me LIVE not my best just rambling I think

Your boyfriend has always been, for a lack of better words, strange. Stoic sounds way too serious, and well, to be sardonic you have to be a little more clever with your words. Leon’s cynical.

And yet, you think he likes it more than you do.

For the first time in your life, you see light in his eyes. He might’ve seen God. Eats you out like it’s the second coming and then bends you over for the third.

It started slow, you ease into it like you’re taking his fat cock— But Leon, he comes at you, guns blazing, pacifier in hand and dick rock hard.

“Go on, baby, give daddy a twirl.” He’s always so gentle. And you wonder what sort of demon has gotten into him. You wonder who took your Leon away and gave you daddy instead, but it’s nothing to complain about. “C’mon, baby, aren’t you my little ballerina?”

You are, you so are. So you give him that spin he desires so badly, satisfied by the appreciative groan that leaves his throat at the flirty flutter of your skirt. Angelina Ballerina has taught you well.

“Did you miss me?” Leon asks, the tip of his nose digging into your shoulder when he lays his head down.

A simple nod doesn’t suffice. He hooks his finger in the plastic handle of your pacifier, pops it out to see those spit-slicked lips of yours.

“Daddy taught you how to use your big girl words, baby.” Leon’s face is impassive. It’s hard to tell if he’s mad or if he’s teasing you for the sake of teasing you. He gets off on it, you think.

“I missed you,” you croak out, pawing at his chest.

“Baby.” He clicks his tongue in warning.

“Daddy… I missed daddy.”

“Baby missed daddy?” He says this shit like it means nothing. Like it isn’t enough to throw your entire world off-kilter.

(An hour later, when you hand Leon a beer and ask him if he’s alright, he’ll say something mildly suicidal to the point of concern. The shame of being your daddy is all-consuming, and to be honest, it’s a little funny when he comes down like that. Head in his hands, talking ‘bout how he can’t do that again— Can’t do no more of that, back to plain ol’ dick, no daddy, no princess parts, he’s tossing the rubbers out— Not the condoms, just that pacifier.)

“Mhm.” You nod, lips smacking against nothing, the taste of rubber lingers.

“Look at that,” Leon coos, “need something in that little mouth, hm?”

You nod again, pleading him with your eyes alone for the comfort of your pacifier.

“No, baby, this cute little mouth is made for daddy’s cock.” It comes out so easy. Like he’s made for it, to be a perverted fucking freak all for you. He excels at it, you wonder if he’d consider leaving his job to do this full-time.

He lays you down on the couch, kisses your ankle and then spreads your thighs to nose at your fat pussy through your heart-print panties, pointed nose bumping your clit when he drags it through the seam.

“Daddy…” you whine, and your hole flutters when he mouths at your clothed cunt.

“Oh, I know, my baby, my poor baby, you need daddy’s kisses, yeah?” He says this all straight-faced. “Need daddy’s kisses to make it all better.” Leon bites your chubby pussy lips, and then he squishes them together to make your clit tingle.

Daddy’s promised kisses never come. When he peels off your sticky undies, stringy slick webbing from your puffy cunt to the soaked crotch of your panties. Instead of his hot mouth or those perfect lips on your clit, the rubbery nub of your pacifier runs along your folds, sucked into your greedy hole as it pulses, pussy squelching as you push it out and Leon pushes it back in.

“Noo… That’s dirty, daddy.”

“No, honey, that little mouth is dirty.” Leon unbuckles his belt. “Gotta wash it out with soap.”

“Didn’t do nothing, daddy.” Pouting your way out of it never works. ‘Cause he punishes you on a whim.

“You’re talking back to daddy, baby,” he hums, thick thighs on either side of your head, “we can’t have that can we, pumpkin?” He feeds the tip of his dick past your parted lips, drippy pre coating your tongue. “Much better.”

You beg to differ. No offence to Leon, but you’d take the taste of rubber over the salt of his precum any day. It’s softer though. Velvety in your mouth as you suckle, looking up at him sweetly ‘cause Leon likes your pretty eyes. He wraps a hand around the base to pull his cock from your mouth, it slips out with a wet pop.

“That’s all my baby can take,” he says.

“Mhm, daddy.” No it’s not.

“You’re too little for daddy, aren’t you? Gotta be careful, don’t want you to hurt yourself, baby.”

“Mhm, daddy.” No you’re not, you take it to the hilt on most nights.

“Yeah, so give it a kiss, baby, help daddy cum,” Leon says, jerking his cock while you press open-mouthed kisses to the leaky head, lapping at the slit till his seed dribbles out like icing from a piping bag. Your pacifier is taken out of your pussy, he rubs the nub on your lips to clean it off, and you know he’s feeling mean enough to neglect that ache in your clit.

The embarrassment settles in a moment later. For Leon, never for you. He groans softly when you crawl into his lap, lifting his shirt to feel his hardened stomach, the softness of his chest. To spare himself of any more Totally Spies talk, he smushes your face into his chest and you latch onto his nipple knowing how much he hates (read: loves) it.

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[sheeluvsme]

Let’s talk about how price is literally husband material …

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE HEAD CANNONS 🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️ I love this man sm …. I normally hate facial hair on a guy BUT GOD DAYM COD MEN PULL THAT SHIT OFF..

Mix of sfw and nsfw blurbs bc I’m a silly guy. I really enjoy writing this shit bc I literally will be kicking my feet twirling my hair .. ( warning fem body parts used!) as I write this shit LMAOO enjoy!!! Ps. Not proof read..I wrote this at like 4 in the morning

He literally is so good to you , you can’t even be like mad at him over ANYTHING.

There was a time he accidentally dropped his cigar and it caught the bare skin of your leg AND HE FELT SO BADDDDD

He literally can not stand the thought of you being hurt..

He DEF SENDS CARE PACKAGES WHEN HES OUT FOR MONTHS AT A TIME

Being gone for so long he always takes a shirt of yours DRENCHED in your most used perfume so when he sleeps he can trick his brain into thinking your there.

He would be a king of taking care of your son your period!!!

Your sitting there curled up trying to not wake him up but you are just in so much pain :// and his ass senses it through his slumber?:!:?:?

“ you alright love?” He mutters into your shoulder. GOD HIS MORNING VOICE IS HOT. He woke up from feeling you tense up and sigh and whine quietly from the pain. “ yeah. Just my period.” You mumble into your pillow. He carefully pulls his arm around you , “ where” he asks. “ what-?” You ask confused. “ where is it cramping now love? I’ll massage it for you.” He whispered. You can’t help but swoon because you got the best husband in the WORLD “it’s my stomach right now-“ and immediately he takes his hand rubbing your stomach. The pain is suddenly being soothed and you can finally un-tense. “ theree you go love. I got you.” He kisses your shoulder softly. “ I’ll stay like this for a bit and then ill grab your heating blanket and a cup of tea hm? “ you feel him smile against your shoulder.

He’s very caring towards you but let’s not forget how you treat him like royalty fr

He always comes back with SOMETHING wrong with his back , and he whines about it to you every time so you’ll massage his back for him. He always wins you over.

He thinks he’s def undeserving  of you, your so sweet to him! He’s not used to women liking him just because you love him as a person himself. He’s had past girlfriends that just liked him for money benefits. Not you though, you literally freak out when he spends WAY too much on you “ John price!?— how much was this necklace??” And he always smiles and says “ don’t worry about it. “ he has learned lots of money saving tricks from you , he calls you a penny pincher LMAOO, he thinks it’s cute though you worry about him spending to much money like he doesn’t got enough.

He absolutely adores when you wear his hat , he thinks your the cutest thing on planet earth but dear god he’d never let you near any of the shit he does😭

You get along with 141 pretty well and it makes price really happy.

You’ve all been to the bar numerous of times and he likes watching you and soap bicker about stupid shit “ you..you eat lamb stomach?” “ ITS CALLED HAGGIS AND ITS GOOD!!”

Ghost and price giggling in the background.

They know how much you mean to there captain so they also would do anything to protect you

Your at a bar with them and some guy try’s talking to you and grabs your shoulder THEN HE JUST SEES A BUNCH OF TALL ASS GUYS GLARING HIM DOWN LMAOO let’s hope Buddy wore brown pants 🙏🏻

NSFW !!

Price lovesssssss eating you out , LITERALLY ANYWHERE IN YOUR FUCKING HOUSE. Especially if you had a shitty day at work , your in the shower trying to rinse off the day and suddenly you feel your not alone anymore..

Manz lifts you up on HIS SHOULDERS SO HE CAN EAT YOU OUT

He’s more dominant but he doesn’t mind you taking lead AT ALL

Man goes insane when you ride him

He can’t sleep , but you know he needs to. He hasn’t been sleeping much sense his last mission, he’s clearly stressed. Your hugging him..hugging turns to kissing. Kissing turns to groping, and then it turns to you ontop of him grinding against his bulge. “ fuck..let me take care of you, yeah?” You simply shake your head “ no captain. It’s time I take care of you.” He can’t deny your request when you look heavenly ontop of him. Helping each other slip off each other’s clothes, he loves looking at your tits , he finds how they feel so nice in his hands. He can’t help but grunt when you sit down on him and slowly begin to move your hips. His hands are gripped TIGHTLY against your hips. He can’t stop himself from using his hands to help move you and fuck you , he wants to be able to hit the deepest parts of you because honestly he fantasizes about getting your pregnant. He loves shooting a full load in you and praying you get pregnant, be there to take care of you , and most Importantly get to see a little baby made by you and him!!! Makes him go nuts , that’s why you and him fuck way too much around your cycle.

He is BIG into photos and videos of you.

He records videos of him fucking you and then watch them while he’s away, or he’ll take pictures to look at when he feels lonely on a trip!!!

He keeps a nude picture of you in his wallet ;)) soap was traumatized when price asked him to get something out his wallet and he found something HE DID NOT WANT TO SEE , soap has you and him down in his phone as ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ seeing that was horrific for him 😭😭

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[mactavishsgfandwife]

saw that ur reqs r open, and i love all ur work sooo here i am lol

what would the tf141 boys be like w a reader who’s into horror? (i was thinking reader is like rlly sweet but loves playing horror video games or smth, but u can interpret it however u want!)

i can js imagine johnny freaking out when he sees reader playing like,,silent hill or smth. or resident evil 7 (can u tell im a horror game nerd lol)

but yeah! js a silly little idea i had, feel free not to write it if u don’t want to! have a good day, ily!

TF141 Watching a Horror Movie With You 🎃

hi omg this is such a cute concept!! thank you so much for the support, you have no idea how much i appreciate it! i have so many ideas for them with someone who loves horror movies so that’s what this post is about (i hope that’s ok :( ) but i’ll try to write about horror games another time because that’s such a cute concept! i just have lots of ideas for this one rn so i thought i’d do it first female reader, fluff, not proofread <3

Simon "Ghost" Riley thinks it’s cute that you love horror movies. He spends half his life in a real-life horror, he’s seen things that you could never imagine. Teasingly calls you a ‘psycho’ for just sitting there happily, cuddled up to him as you watch something absolutely terrifying go down on the screen.

Simon is a pain in the ass to watch certain horror movies with, because if guns or fighting are involved then he will make sure to point out to you exactly what the directors got wrong.

"He’s holding it wrong… if I even… Price’d never let me hear t’end of it," he mumbles, not talking to anyone in particular.

When you cuddle on the sofa, if you’re laying face down on his chest, he loves to keep one hand on your ass. Sometimes, if something does make him jump, he’ll squeeze it out of instinct.

People don’t usually expect it but you’re very good with scary stuff, you rarely ever get spooked out. But sometimes you do, especially if you’re tired and it’s late.

Once, after you’d watched a film, you went to get ready for bed and Simon went ‘to eat something’. Even when you were all changed and ready for bed, he still hadn’t returned, and so - twiddling your fingers together for reassurance - you peeked out into the darkened hallway.

Only for a 6'4" soldier in a skull mask, wielding a cup of tea, to jump out at you from behind.

You screamed, stumbling back in a state of panicked confusion, about to cry out for Simon when you came to your senses and realised that the masked intruder was Simon.

He stood there, laughing his ass off, until he realised that you were obviously very on edge and a little bit teary eyed.

"C’mere…" he sighed, placing down his tea to take you into his arms, "i’m sorry, baby girl, please don’t cry…" Your heart was racing and you were debating whether or not to slap him, but you knew he didn’t mean to upset you. And you were happy so long as he made up for it.

Soap Mactavish claims that he’s not scared of anything. Nooo, no way, he’s not scared. He’s so not scared that he’s looking away and squeezing your hand.

Poor guy is so easily jumpscared, it makes you giggle.

"You sure this i’nt going t’be too scary for you, bonnie?" he coos, placing an arm around your shoulder as he half-watches the film that has plunged into a strange silence. He’s definitely trying (and failing) to be subtle as he flexed his muscular arms a little bit, in an attempt to show off.

"Oh yeah, don’t worry," you nod sweetly, smiling up at him.

"I’m just saying, angel, if you need to bury your head into my chest, or if you can’t look, then that’s okay, you just go ahead and make yourself comfortable. I’m a soldier, I could easily take on any- Shit! Fucking hell!" he jumps, squealing and then clearing his throat in a poor attempt to disguise it.

"You sure this isn’t going to be too scary for you, bonnie baby..?" you tease, kissing his cheek.

"Lay off it," he pouts, blushing a little bit as he nuzzles his face into your hair.

Alsoooo Johnny is a fiend for feeling you up when you’re watching a film together. He sees it as a perfect opportunity to get to know his pretty lass a little bit better.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick’s favourite part of movie night is the food. He loves takeaway (he’s definitely a Nando’s lover) but his absolute favourite food is your home cooking. When he was asked his favourite food when he was younger, he was always the one kid who would say "whatever my mum makes!" and now he’s an adult it’s just the same, but "whatever my girlfriend makes!" Whenever he realises you’re going to watch a film, whether you invited him or not, he will call out to you from the other room to "HOLD ON!" as he grabs snacks and drinks for the two of you.

Gaz isn’t too easily creeped out, but it happens. He’ll never admit that it’s because he was scared, but you’ve definitely noticed him ‘accidentally’ leaving the hallway light on. If it wasn’t an ‘accident’, then he obviously did it so that you wouldn’t feel scared in the night. He probably realises that you can see right through him, but you always say you believe him, just to make him feel better.

Kyle’s favourite horror movie series is Paranormal Activity, because it’s a so-bad-it’s-good kind of thing. He loves sitting in bed, eating popcorn, with you in his lap, laughing til you cry at all his jokes about how horrendously made the films are. Once, he was taking the piss out of how bad the film you were watching was and then immediately got jumpscared. He even let out a weird noise in shock - he didn’t hear the end of it for weeks.

Even if he’s not cuddling you as close as possible, Gaz loves to rouch you, usually by holding you with one arm as you rest your head on his shoulder. He is a serial thigh-squeezer.

John Price is a total dad, and that extends to when you can convince him to watch one of your favourite films with you. He wants to watch the movie, it’s not his fault if he falls asleep 15 minutes in every single time.

He lets you lay on his broad chest, that’s warm and rises and fall under your head, while he rests his hands behind his head and closes his eyes. He’s prone to snoring, too - in past, you’ve had to rewind the film because you missed part of it while you were trying to get him to wake up and shut up. The only sureproof way to wake him up is to try and move off of him - he’ll open one eye and grumble at you, as he pulls you right back into him.

"You’re not even watching the film, you’re asleep…" you whine, looking up at him.

"’M watching, love. Shhh," he mumbles, eyes still closed as he softly pats your hair.

"Are not," you pout.

"Shhh. ‘M trying to watch this," he hushes you, eyes closed and totally ready to go back to sleep. You’re almost annoyed at him but he makes that very hard, breathing softly through that moustache as he presses you against him, like you’re a teddy or a weighted blanket.

In terms of the films himself, Price isn’t easily scared (partly helped by the fact that he spends half of the time asleep). The first time that you two watched something scary together, he was almost expecting you to be terrified, but he was pleasantly surprised when you weren’t. He thinks it’s funny how you can sit in his lap perfectly happy and watch something that would have any ‘sensible’ (as he puts it) girl screaming.

He either gets very irritated by the main characters making terrible decisions and getting themselves into trouble, or finds it hilarious. He also loves to rub your feet while you watch the movie, literal princess treatment.

i kind of want to watch a horror movie nowwww

all pictures are from the game or from pinterest as far as i’m aware

i hope this was ok for you!!! i know it’s not exactly what you wanted but maybe we can just consider it part 1 of the horror obsessed reader saga >:)

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[cod-dump]

AHH HIHI

I am here yet again with Phoenix angst <3

(This is literally me resending the last one cause idk if tumblr ate it 😭 I’m also totally adding stuff to it cause it is eating my brain)

So, Phoenix comes comes back from a mission with 141 where he got shot in the leg because he was kind of maybe captured by the enemy.

How was he captured? Wonderful question, my friend. A group of the enemy was getting a little too close to where Soap and Gaz were hiding, so he ran out and caused a little distraction. Said distraction got him shot in the leg and dragged away.

Blah blah, rescue mission, all that jazz. Well, 141 gets back to base, and they all yell at Phoenix for being so careless. Phoenix is all like, “Bitch what? Any of y’all would have done the same and then been commended for being so selfless.”

Our boys would be shell shocked because Phoenix never yells, let alone at them. So, he’d take that opportunity to call them all assholes and hobble his way to his room and pack some stuff up before going to the Shadows base. He walks most of the way (stubborn bastard) but gets stopped by Graves, who just so happened to have been driving by that area.

Graves picks Phoenix up, who’s crying and refusing to tell him anything, and takes him back to base.

Phoenix doesn’t say anything to most of the Shadows, opting to go over and hug Moose for a little bit before dragging the poor man to his bedroom for cuddles. Yes, Phoenix has a bedroom for when he visits. Graves makes sure that it’s taken care of

Anywayyyyy, the 141 boys go to check on him after he doesn’t come out of his room for dinner, and find the room completely empty. What little belongings that Phoenix had were gone. They freak out a little and try to call him, but his phone buzzes on the bed. He left it there so they couldn’t track him, which he tells them with a note next to the phone.

Said note also tells them to fuck off and leave him alone for a while. Meanwhile, Phoenix is stuck in a cuddle pile with Moose and some other Shadows while he tells them about what 141 did and the fact that it made him cry

Let’s just say the Shadows are going to kill Price the next time they see him, which is sooner than they thought because Price goes and visits Graves to talk about something (cough get fucked into the bed cough)

OKAY I’m gonna leave it there because this is long enough as is 😭

Thank you for humoring my idiocy

-🔥

Every Shadow who knows Phoenix is on alert mode. Phoenix is hurt, he’s upset— They’re upset, they’re protective.

Moose has pulled out the most comfortable blankets he has, the Shadows are piling into the room to be close to Phoenix. Graves was with them for a good while but left when Price showed up. It didn’t take long for them to get into a loud argument over what happened. Everyone knows Graves does not fuck around when it comes to one of his people.

Phoenix may have left but he’s still very much a part of the family. And no one fucks with Graves’ family. Price had never seen Graves this angry, and he’s never seen that kind of look in Moose’s eyes before.

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[ohbo-ohno]

Obessed with the idea where you’re just really damn fast in the ghoap serial killer AU.

So Simon and Johnny let you go thinking it’d be a fun little game for them, except— much to their shock— you make them work for it. (Maybe you’re muzzled during this so that you don’t try to scream and attract attention from anyone nearby?)

Just imagining Johnny being giddy with excitement and Simon cocking his head ever so slightly as they watch you disappear into the forest. They’d take off after you, feet thundering against the ground and echoing throughout the forest— and somehow, you seem to speed up even more.

Feel like you would have the advantage of being lighter than Simon and Johnny, letting you gain more momentum, enough to prevent them from capturing momentarily; but I also feel like they’d have shitloads of stamina and their military training to boot.

So maybe in the beginning they take it easy, perhaps underestimating you— something they make sure to not do next time— and just yelling out to you in the forest. Johnny would taunt you with a big shit-eating grin on his face and Simon would say the most ominous shit that would internally freak you the fuck out.

The start to get worried when they notice some smoke and realise some campers or something are nearby.

You notice the same time they do and you take off with them hot on your heels. (Knowing that Death in the form of two men are following close behind you, that these people will likely die because of your choice— knowing and choosing to anyway, praying that they’ll be enough to distract Simon and Johnny long enough so that you can escape.)

Your start to hear sounds, and something stirs in you; but before you can make it another step you’re slammed into the ground and the air is forced out of you. Maybe you’re dazed and can’t focus on anything but breathing at the moment- you don’t even notice when you’re picked up or being moved, can only scream in frustration later when Simon and Johnny have chained you up as punishment.

(Simon ends up putting a leather shock collar on you next time they play so that you don’t get to far— unbeknownst to you of course. You just think that they’re fucking insane and logically, in your brain, said territory just comes with weird kinks on top of that.)

🍋 Anon

Lemon you’re my soulmate

I’m always so torn on how much of a Character to make a reader insert, because I don’t want to actually make an OC. I never describe readers in my WIPS either (so anyone can read them - please let me know if I ever use descriptive words and I’ll cut them out) past having them be AFAB and fem presenting, but the temptation to give them a decently unique background is sooo strong.

I love love love the idea of the Serial Killer AU!Reader being from like, rural southern America (like me lol) and having grown up chasing friends through the forest, so this whole “playing tag with a serial killer” thing ends up being just That taken to its most extreme version. She’s a little bit feral, she’s run barefoot through the woods before, she can do this

The scenario you wrote with the campers has my heart pounding. I could see that going one of two ways

(a) You make it to the campsite. As soon as you spot the smoke you’re off like a shot, and because you’re closer to the campers than Ghost and Soap, you get there first. The poor campers are having a lovely night toasting marshmallows and bam - a naked, muzzled, and filthy woman bursts into the clearing like her ass is on fire.

You try to rush them out - don’t worry about the muzzle you have to fucking go they’re literally right behind you - but they’re not listening, crowding around you instead and prying at the muzzle, at your sluggishly bleeding cuts (from the bushes you’d skimmed). They’re weirdly touchy, and you end up desperately shoving their hands away and near screaming through the muzzle to be heard.

The first one is shot through the head. One second he’s panicking and telling his friends to get away from you, the next his head is just gone - just an explosion of red and brains from a shotgun blast. That gets the others screaming, gets them dashing away from you. But you know it’s too late, can only fall to your knees and squeeze your eyes shut in hopes that it’s over soon.

You only stay like that for a moment, their screams already fading a little with your disassociation, when a rough hand grabs a chunk of your hair and yanks back. Your eyes fly open, and Simon rumbles in your ear, “No, look. Look at what he’s doing to them. Look at what you’ve done to them.” You thrash a little, throwing yourself this way and that to try and get away but Simon’s grip doesn’t loosen at all, and you don’t want him to tear chunks of your hair out. You squeeze your eyes shut to block out the axe Johnny raises high above his head and the screaming girl beneath him, only to feel a heavy smack against your cheek. Simon snarls, his anger radiating through every word. “No. You fucking look. This is your fault, these people wouldn’t have died if you hadn’t fucked everything up. You’re going to watch them suffer, and then you’re going to dig their graves.”

And you do. You watch Johnny decapitate the girl, watch him guy another person and force their head down to see it, watch him strangle a third, bash a fourths head in with a rock. The dirt is more red than brown by the time he’s done, and you can’t hold back the sobs and pained moans, loud enough to be heard even through the muzzle. Johnny sits with you and the corpses while Simon grabs a shovel, reiterates again and again that these people died because you were a fucking idiot, and the three of you are out until sunrise while you dig a grave for them.

Later, Simon bandages your wrecked hands and Johnny coos over you, kisses your palms and apologizes when you whine at the sting. Simon gives you painkillers, and neither of them make you lift a finger until you’re all healed up

(b) You don’t make it to the campsite. Johnny and Ghost have already got you in their sights, and the half second you pause in surprise before taking off to your gives them enough time to catch up. You run with everything you’re worth, sprinting faster than you ever have before to get there before them and pray to God someone has a gun.

You’re almost there, you could nearly throw out a hand and be seen in the clearing, when you’re tackled to the earth. You go rolling, breath knocked out of you and your back erupting in pain as you’re viciously held to the ground. There’s a hand locked around your throat, and body straddling you, and it takes a minute for you to be able to blink past the pain and see that it’s Johnny.

“What were you gonna do, huh? Gonna go running off and beg for help? No one can fucking help you out here, bonnie. We’d slaughter them - might just do it anyway. That what you want? Huh?”

His teeth are bared, sweat dripping from his face to yours and eyes alight in a sort of primal rage. He flips you onto your stomach, fucks you deep into the dirt right there as you stare at your would-be saviors. You scream, cry, beg, and more, but the muzzle muffles you so you’re not even sure if Johnny can hear you. Your orgasm comes just as the first person’s head is blown to smithereens

Love the inclusion of the shock collar again. I feel like it fits more in this AU than the other one tbh

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[saltofmercury]

hello my dearest, may i request a soft/fluff of baker!reader teaching/showing any cod character of your choice, how to bake/making pastries, just pure fun and giggles 🤭🥰

freaking love your writing, thank you for your time❤️

“Cookies”

Thousands of miles away, at some base in a new country, there’s a craving disrupting Soap’s body. It’s random, bubbling inside him, and growing everyday.

“You think they got chocolate chips here?” He asked Gaz one morning during breakfast.

“Er— I’m sure the cook has something, he’s American.”

Soap, embarrassed by already craving something you made, was not about to ask another man to bake him cookies— let alone bake those cookies, fuck them up, and have to eat them because he asked him to do them.

On FaceTime that night, he’s complaining about how bad he needs those cookies.

“You don’t understand pet, it’s like a need at this point.” He scoffed, his mouth watering imagining the mini chocolate chips you use, the softness of the cookie in the middle, the crunchy, salty edges he saves to get that perfect last bite.

“I could make some and ship them to you,” you offer, knowing that they would get to him pretty late, and if there’s anything worse than a hungry Johnny, it’s a pissed off Johnny.

“Ugh no, as much as I would love that pet, I just know it’s not the same fresh out of the oven like you make them.”

He laughs, then adds,

“look at me, craving sugar like an American, what have you done to me?”

You laugh, and suggest asking the cook if he would make it.

“If he’s American, I’m sure he’s nice and will offer to make them.”

He side eyes you. Remembering how much of an ego he’s got to uphold here. At home, he can be soft, loving, playful.

He’s wrapped around your finger. He’s willing to do anything and everything for you. From carrying your shopping bags, to bringing you your morning coffee. He rubs your feet at night, and warms up your towel once you get out of the shower. He dotes on you, knowing that you’ll return the love if he asks you for something too.

But here? He’s captain. He’s got to lead his team, he’s got to tear it into someone when they do something stupid. He’s a leader here, not your boyfriend.

“Listen, I’ll send you the ingredients. It doesn’t hurt to ask. You’ve got another two months babe.”

*

Soap’s outside the kitchen area, pacing around. He knows he’s going to look like an absolute knob asking another man for cookies.

The cook comes out. He’s a blond man, shorter than Soap, he’s got a fresh buzz cut, going bald at the crown of his head. He’s got pink cheeks, from endless heat surrounding him in the kitchen. He looks at Soap, offers him a timid smile.

“Hey ya mate, how’s it goin?”

“Hello. I’m good how are you?”

“Captain MacTavish, listen I got an usual request for you…” he holds his hand out.

The man freezes up, wondering what sort of request this entails.

“Uh—sure what is it?”

“I need cookies.”

The man laughs at Soap. Guides him to the kitchen where he’s stored some snickerdoodle cookies and oatmeal raisin cookies in a bin. There’s a green apple in the bin, assuming to store its freshness. He looks at Soap, waiting for him to take one.

“Take one.”

Soap does not mean to be rude. The last thing he wants is to offend someone in the kitchen but these aren’t cookies. These aren’t made with love. These cookies look like odd shaped discs. He rubs his hand over his face.

“Listen mate, I don’t mean to come off as a bampot but I was kind of hopin’ you could follow my bird’s recipe.”

The man covers the cookies and stores them away.

“Oh sure. What do you got in mind?”

Soap hands him the recipe he’s written down from your email. The chef looks at it and looks back at Soap. “Chocolate chip?”

“Aye…”

He smiles at Soap, and begins to laugh.

“Kind of funny you call them cookies and not biscuits huh?”

Soap doesn’t find this funny at all. Because of his bird calls them cookies, they’re fucking cookies.

It takes about two weeks to get the ingredients. Soap waits around the kitchen talking to the chef but criticizing everything he does wrong. There’s just no flow to them. There’s no effort put into the cookies. By the time they come out of the oven, they look wonky, misshaped rocks.

Soap judges these cookies HARD. He takes a bite and immediately hates them. He can't believe he ever trusted someone to even try to copy your recipe.

“Nope, sorry mate. We’ve got to call my bird.”

*

It’s 2 in the morning when he calls. You ignore it the first time, thinking it’s a dream, but the second time your phone goes off, you pick it up to see it’s Johnny, calling you via FaceTime. Fear runs through your body, assuming the worst.

As you pick up, you're rubbing sleep out of your eyes, hoping it's nothing serious going on.

Johnny's there, adjusting the camera, smiling big and wide. He's not in his usual office surrounded by dull beige paint and steel furniture. He's in a kitchen? A blond man standing next to him.

"Johnny?"

"Hiya pet! Listen, I know it's late over there but I could really use your help."

You're staring at him, confused.

"What's going on? Are you okay?"

"Course I am, I just need you to guide me step by step on baking your cookies."

You can't fucking believe it. You start laughing hysterically, not willing to believe what he's asking you right now. Part of you feels joy, love, and admiration, you kind of don't care that it's two in the morning, you just want him to suppress the craving he's been having.

You stand up, go to the kitchen, and get your supplies out.

You're standing in your kitchen, it's dark, you've got on one of Johnny's t-shirts on, covering your bum, and your hair is up in a rats nest, clipped by two claw-clips.

"Ok, so first you're going to melt the butter. You're going to need half a cup, so a stick should do." You model it for him then ask him to do the same.

Johnny runs over to the fridge, takes out the butter, puts in the pot.

"Babe, make sure the fire is on low, you don't want to burn it while it melts."

The man walks over and lowers the heat.

"Aye! I almost forgot! Pet this is..." Johnny is stunned that he didn't even ask the poor man's name.

"My name is Richard."

Johnny huffs out a laugh. "Aye, it's Chef Dick."

"Johnny..." You start over the other end of the line, and the chef dismisses it, saying he gets it all the time.

"I'm sorry about him, he can be immature sometimes, we're working on it."

"So, you're going to get half a cup of brown sugar, and a third of a cup of white sugar."

Richard looks at Johnny, who's looking for brown sugar but doesn't have any. Richard walks over to the pantry, gets the white sugar and molasses.

"Guess we got to make our own brown sugar." He mixes the molasses and white sugar until he's got enough. He packs it into the cup.

"Is the butter cooled down yet?" Johnny runs over to the pot, touching the edge of it.

"Yes pet, now what?"

"Okay, you're going to mix the cooled butter, white sugar, and brown sugar together until it's a nice paste like consistency."

He's overestimated the coolness of the butter because it's still pretty hot. He stirs it into the bowl, Richard watching him work with a flat spatula.

Richard interrupts, "excuse me, do you think working with a whisk would work better?"

"Yes Richard!" you chirp, "That would be much better than whatever Johnny is using."

Johnny looks over at you, raising the spatula he's used, replacing it with the whisk that Richard hands over.

You start shouting orders at Richard.

"While he works on that, I need you to get a cup and one-fourth of flour in a bowl, with three-fourths of salt, and half a teaspoon of baking powder and baking soda."

Richard completes this request, Johnny still whisking away at the sugar and butter.

"Let me see how you're doing babe." you tell johnny, but both Richard and Johnny hold up their own bowls, Johnny laughing at Richard.

You ignore them, clearly flustered, and tell Johnny to mix in the two teaspoons of vanilla extract and one egg.

Johnny goes and mixes it in, you see the way his eyes light up.

"OH fucking hell, pet this is what they look like!" He's proud of himself, then waits for the next step.

"Okay, now I need you to fold in the flour that Richard has into that bowl, with the spatula you had. Do it in small batches Johnny, don't pour it all in at once."

Johnny is folding it in, Richard helping him with little pieces here and there. Once that's completed, you tell him to put in the chocolate chips.

"You don't have to measure, just whatever your heart tells you."

"Aye, and my heart tells me to put in half the bag." Johnny pours in the chips, then folds them in.

"Look at me pet, just look at me! I can make what you make!" you laugh from the other end, knowing that he's going to hate the next part.

"You preheated the oven? 350?"

"No, fucking hell, Richard what’s 350 degrees!?"

Richard goes over to the oven and preheats it. Richard comes back to the screen, then waits for your next order.

"Alright, you're gonna need an ice cream scoop. Once you've settled about 5 cookies on the sheet pan, you bake for 12 minutes."

Richard looks at you, then Johnny.

"Ice cream scoop?"

"Yeah pet, why do we need an ice cream scoop?"

"To scoop the cookies onto the pan, that's how you get them big enough, the way you like them."

Richard lines up the pan with parchment paper, begins to scoop the cookies onto the pan.

"Jesus dick, you've got the hands of an angel look how evenly you've placed them!"

Johnny brings the phone over, and you praise Richard for giving each cookie a good amount of space.

They wait until the oven beeps, placing the sheet of cookies inside, and Richard setting a timer on the oven.

As they wait, Richard asks for your name.

"oh it's-"

Johnny interrupts, saying that it's classified, and to not get any ideas trying to look you up on any social media accounts.

You ignore Johnny and tell Richard to go ahead.

The three of you talk about what's going on in the world, the plans you have for this weekend, and what made Richard become a chef for the 141. As Richard tells you his life story, Johnny walks over to the oven, beaming that they've officially gone down, only a few more seconds until they're in his hands.

The timer goes off, and Richard and Johnny look at each other. Richard goes to pull the cookies out of the oven, wide eyed at how perfect they look.

“So that’s the secret to the perfect shape huh?”

“Make sure they cool for about 3 minutes!” You yell out.

Richard placed them on a cooling rack, begins to prepare the other cookies with the ice cream scoop.

Johnny smiles at the camera, watching you clean up your things.

“Aye pet, I love you, you know that? I’m glad you could help.”

You offer a tired smile, walking back to your bed.

Richard and Johnny each get a cookie, melting before your eyes.

“Hot dog! These are fantastic!” He looks at you, Johnny laughing at his American coming out.

“Did ya hear that pet? He said hot dog like Mickey Mouse…” Johnny holding back his laughter.

“Alright guys, enjoy the cookies. Baby I expect a call from you tomorrow night.”

“Aye pet! Thank you for this.”

“Thank you pet? I appreciate the new ideas you’ve given me!” Richard says in the background.

You hang up.

Johnny sits back against the counter looking at Richard.

“Ice cream scoop. Who would’ve thought?”

#john mactavish #john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #johnny mactavish x you #soap x you #soap x reader

[garbinge]

D&D Night

Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Day 04 from these April Prompts: “I can’t believe I’m finally meeting you”

Summary: You might be friends with benefits with Eddie, but that doesn’t stop either of you from dating. Your date night goes from shitty to pretty fun thanks to the Munson boy. 

A/N: First time writing for Eddie, this was a WIP I had in my google docs for months and I decided to repurpose it for this prompt! 

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Alludes to smut and nudity. Cursing, and just a mix of angst and fluff?

Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

The morning was hazy, even with the sun being fully risen and the sound of birds chirping through the windows, you were so tired everything was a fog. You quietly moved into the small trailer’s shower and let the water heat up before fully stepping into the steamy tub. Every move was tip-toed or softened so as to not wake up the company in the place you frequently visited. 

The shower helped with the fogginess, your senses were more awakened and your body had literally warmed up as the hot water from the shower hit your skin. Just as you began to rinse off the soap suds, the curtain slid back and a shaggy haired man was stepping in to join you. 

“Jesus Christ, Eddie.” You clung to your heart as it raced from being startled. 

“G’mornin’ to you too, Model T.” He wore the shit eating grin with pride as you pushed him back playfully. The nickname he gave you rolled off his tongue with ease. You drove a red Ford Thunderbird, it was truly one of your prize possessions, Eddie knew that and that’s why ever since you got obsessed with the car he referred to you as Model T, Ford’s first ever car. His explanation was that Model T put the world on wheels and now that you had your own ford that you practically lived out of you had put your world on wheels. It was cheesy, but it was Eddie. 

“You suck.” You murmured before turning around and getting the rest of your body rinsed off. 

Eddie’s hands trailed their way up your back, rinsing the soap off. It was intimate, but that was the dynamic you shared rarely and privately. It wasn’t awkward, it wasn’t weird. It was you and Eddie. Best friends since your freshman year of highschool. The guy who stood up for you when you were being bullied and still would do anything for you. Anything. Especially now that you had been going on this friends with benefits situation for about two years now. What started out as one bored night of fucking around turned into a ‘you scratch my back, I scratch yours’ situation. It didn’t bleed into your friendship, neither of you would let it. In fact, outside of this trailer no one would have even suspected. Everyone knew you two were friends, but considering Eddie flirted with anyone, it was easy to just assume it was a personality thing, along with the title ‘freak’. 

Eddie laughed as he rinsed the suds off you. “Didn’t mean to scare you, you're just taking forever.”

“And when did Eddie Munson get a hard on for punctuality?” You said turning around to face him, staring up into his brown eyes as beads of water jumped onto his damp shaggy hair. 

"Since you told me you’d come join Hellfire today.” He switched places with you, now being soaked entirely by the shower. 

“Motivation comes in the strangest of ways for you, Munson.” You started to move the curtain to step out of the shower and wrap yourself in a towel. 

“What are you up to after?” Eddie asked as you patted the towel around to pick up any dripping water. 

It was at that moment you realized you hadn’t told Eddie you had a date tonight. Which, to you, wasn't that big of a deal. You came to terms with the arrangement you and Eddie had days after it started. All of the fantasy and butterflies had since been blocked out by you. He made it very clear the situation you two shared. He went out on dates too, if you could even call them that. There had been multiple nights where Eddie left you hanging to go sell weed to girls and he would be gone for hours.

“I have a date.” You said nonchalantly as you wrapped the towel around your body and wiped the condensation off the mirror to get a look at yourself. 

Eddie was lucky that the curtain was between you, any sign of disappointment was hidden behind it. 

“Who's the lucky loser?” He called out, masking the dismay even more. 

“Blake Beckett.” 

The curtain pulled back rapidly and Eddie’s face filled with disgust. 

“Blake Beckett?” 

Blake had graduated a year before you had, and when Eddie was originally supposed to. He wasn’t popular, like a jock type, he wasn’t exactly a misfit either, but he definitely ran with the too cool for school crowd. 

“Yes, Blake Beckett.” You didn’t let him get in another word before you were retreating out of the bathroom and into his bedroom to get changed. 

Eddie tried to follow quickly behind you, wrapping up in the shower and immediately coming into the room to question your choices. 

“Blake Beckett is weird.” He said trying to level with you. 

“And what are we?” You asked, throwing your stuff into your backpack and pausing to motion your arms between the two of you. 

“We’re different.” Eddie shook his head in annoyance that he couldn’t get you to understand his point. “Blake is like lame, and he’s, he’s just lame.” Eddie stuttered. 

“Real convincing, Munson.” You rolled your eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow, I gotta go.” And in a blink, you were making your way through the trailer, stopping for a brief second to grab a snack from the fridge and your keys from the counter before hopping down the stairs of the trailer house. 

As you put your keys into the door of your cherry red Ford Thunderbird to unlock it, you saw Eddie’s Uncle, Wayne, having a cigarette on the picnic table that sat just feet away from the trailer. 

“Hey Wayne!” You called out and waved. 

His head turned to look over at you and he smiled and nodded. 

“I should just build on an addition so you got a room of your own!” His smile widened. 

“Nah, I’ll take Eddie’s and we can just kick him to the couch. More affordable option!” Your hand pulled the handle open on the car and you leaned on it to continue the conversation with Wayne. 

“Always lookin’ out, where you headed to this early?” 

“You know, a little this and a little that,” Your eyebrows lifted up as you shrugged and hung over your car door. 

“A lady with mystery.” He chuckled. “You go on now, I’ll see you later tonight, I might break the grill out.” 

“It’ll just be you and Eddie, I won’t be here, I got a date!”

Wayne’s smile grew in a way that was humorous, he wasn’t stupid to what went on in his home, he gave Eddie his space, always had, but you were around so often and for so long even when nothing was happening Wayne had his suspicions. It was comedic to him to see you both in such denial over it. 

“Alright then, I’ll see ya when I see ya, good luck on that date.” His southern drawl coming out in his farewells. 

________

You stood in the payphone booth as the first ring filled your ears. Your eyes were cloudy with tears that you hadn’t let fall yet. A bad date was one thing, but one that was cut short and left you feeling this way was another. 

“Munson.” Eddie’s voice cut off your thoughts. 

“Please don’t say ‘I told you so’.” You said between sniffles as you held the phone to your ear and leaned back against the wall of the booth.

“Where are you? I’ll come pick you up.” He asked in the most serious voice. 

__________

Eddie was there in minutes to pick you up in his van. He didn’t ask you any questions about what happened, he didn’t push, he didn't pry. 

“You want me to take you home?” Was the only thing that came out of his mouth. 

“It’s Hellfire night right, end of your campaign?” You asked, looking over at him. “Let’s go.” 

______

You walked into the room, taking in all the lights and stage decorations that littered the walls and floor. It was a cool set up, the table was long and the chair at the head of the table was clearly for Eddie, it had a whole King Arthur vibe to it. 

“Holy shit, no way!” A tiny voice caused you to look behind you to see a curly headed boy with a trucker hat appeared. 

“This is Henderson.” Eddie pointed over to the kid who stood next to you. “Henderson, this is–” 

“Oh I know.” Dustin smiled his signature grin as he held his hand out to you. “I can’t believe I’m finally meeting you.” The enthusiasm in his voice made you feel special. “You’re Y/N. Graduated in ‘84. Top of your class, but you turned down the Valedictorian role, you took time off of college to take care of your parents but enrolled in Hawkins Community College this year. You play the guitar and your favorite band is Metallica.” Dustin was shaking your hand frantically and eagerly. 

You lifted your eyebrows up in awe, “Pleasure is all mine, Henderson.” You said trying to read the situation. 

“Dustin, please.” He released your hand, still smiling. 

“You stalkin’ me Dustin?” You couldn't hold back. 

“What?” He frowned at the question, “Oh, no. Eddie’s just talks about you a lot.” 

Eddie’s eyes went wide as Dustin spoke, embarrassed by his confession. 

“Does he?” You turned to look at Eddie who had gone from embarassed to calm in seconds as you turned your body. His hand playing with his hair in front of his mouth before he extended his arms out and began speaking to change the subject. 

“Welcome to Hellfire, Model T.” 

“Model T? She drives a ‘68 Thunderbird?” Dustin stepped forward. 

You and Eddie both spoke up to correct him at the same time, “‘69!”

“You’re fuckin’ with me.” Dustin tilted his head to the side in defeat with a little smirk on his face. 

“Are they allowed to curse?” Your head turned in question to Eddie. 

“Yes.”  He said which earned him an immediate response from Dustin. 

“HAH! Fuck yea! I knew I was right.” 

“No!” Eddie said, shaking his head as the confusion started. 

“Do you wash their mouths with soap or something?” You questioned as Dustin cursed again. 

“No, we are not bullshitting you.” Eddie gripped his hands together and leaned forward in a lunge towards Dustin as his two fingers pointed at him. “and yes they are allowed to curse.” His hands moved to point at you. 

A smile grew on your face as he straightened himself back up. “I like Hellfire.” 

“And the fun hasn’t even begun.” He smirked. 

————

The screams grew loud as the final dice roll happened, the 20 appearing slowly as the dice stopped rocking back and forth. The jumping and celebrating from the group shook the table as Eddie stood up. The smile on his face was contagious as he commemorated with everyone. You weren’t even playing and you felt the adrenaline rush come over you in that moment, forgetting about your shitty night just hours before this. 

As you stepped outside of the school, watching each one of the kids grab their bikes to make their journey home, you felt an arm get thrown over your shoulder. 

“How’d you like it, Model T?” Eddie asked as you started to walk towards his van. 

“It was really fun, I remember we played once or twice when I was in school but it was nothing like that, you got a good group.” You cuddled into his side. 

You both got up to the van and Eddie opened the door for you. “Munson, always the gentleman.” You teased him as you plopped into the passenger seat. 

“Want me to take you home?” He asked as he jumped into the driver seat and leaned forward to start the ignition. 

“Can I stay at yours tonight? Just– I think I could–” You started to trip on your words. 

“Don’t need an excuse to hang at my humble abode, I know my presence is oh, but a gift.” Eddie laughed as he started to back out of the spot, his arm extending on the back of your seat. 

The drive was yet again quiet, but you finally spoke up again once he parked in front of his house. 

“Can we smoke?” You asked without looking at him. 

“Sure.” He shrugged and jumped out of the van. He reached into the compartment that was on the side of the door and pulled out a joint and smiled as he wiggled it to show you. He was walking towards the picnic table when you jumped out of the van yourself and met up with him. 

The two of you sat next to eachother on the top of the table, passing the joint back and forth. 

“You wanna tell me what happened?” Eddie spoke as he inhaled his hit. 

“No.” You let out a chuckle disguised as a sniff. You could tell your response bothered him, but he did a really good job at hiding it. 

“He was lame.” A smile escaped from you as you looked up at him. 

His eyebrows raised and he leaned into you as he passed the joint. “Want me to beat him up?” 

“Yes. Yes Eddie. I want you to beat him up.” The sarcasm dripped off your tone. 

“Y’all kids wanna eat or keep smokin’ that nasty shit.” Wayne’s voice cut through your conversation and you both turned to look over your shoulder to see him standing in the door way of the trailer. “Yes, I’m talkin’ to you two!”

You both chuckled, taking the last few puffs before stepping on the joint before walking over to Wayne who was holding out a plate with 3 raw steaks and a bag of chips. 

“Now y’all take these and go back to the table, I’m gonna set up the grill.” He followed behind you two. 

It was nice, you could tell Wayne splurged on the steaks, the quality was unmatched. 

“How was your date?” Wayne asked mid bite. 

“Lame.” You turned to Eddie and smirked. It caused Wayne to smile as well. 

“Well I reckon it’s his loss and mine and Eddie’s gain.” He tried to cheer you up. 

“Thanks Wayne, and thanks for dinner it really means a lot.” 

“Anytime darlin’.” He took his last bite of steak. “Alright now, thanks for entertaining this old man, I’m goin’ to bed, don’t do anything stupid.” He was grabbing his plate and beer and retreating back to the house. 

“You wanna smoke again?” Eddie asked as he jumped back on the top of the table, his leg now sitting to the right of you. 

“Wayne told us NOT to do anything stupid.” 

“Who listens to a Munson anyway?” Eddie teased. 

“Certainly not me.” You teased him right back before he responded. 

“No, certainly not.”

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson fanfic

[mysicklove]

Hi. That one user who replied to your post about proshipping is dead wrong. Full stop.

I’d suggest going onto Fanlore (a creditable source!) and researching for yourself, but I’d also like to help explain.

Proship means you’re in favor of shipping. Like how people are pro-choice, or pro-life, or pro-gun. The pro- in proship is NOT short for, and does NOT stand for, problematic. Otherwise pro-choice would be problematic-choice and that doesn’t make sense? Pro- as in for. For the right to choose. Vs anti. Anti-abortion. Anti-gun. Anti-ship.

Proship means “ship and let ship.” It means you don’t harass other people for liking things different to you because everyone is different and has different likes and dislikes. Maybe you like fluff (for example) but someone else likes angst. You may not understand why they do, but it’s just as valid as your love for fluff. Or like A likes pineapple on pizza but you like pepperoni. Or I like cilantro but you think it tastes like soap. Fandom is a big pizza party and we all have things we like and things we don’t. That includes age gap ships, toxicity, rape/non-con, incest, violence, what have you.

When you judge someone for what they like (like that person, who can’t even type out what they despise) you open yourself up for judgement. Proship... doesn’t do that. If you like X and I don’t like X, that has nothing to do with me. You can like X and I can like Y and we can still get along because there’s more to us as individuals than just liking one thing. Antis/antishippers don’t seem to understand that.

Antis think you are what you eat (“oh you like age gap? You pedo. You groomer! Ew you like yandere? Abuse apologist—no I don’t care if you survived that, you’re still bad for liking it. You like non-con? You’re a literal rapist, even if you’ve never touched anyone or are a survivor. You like incest? Again, don’t care if you survived it but I bet you wanna fuck your IRL sister too, huh? You freak! KYS!”) because they attach morals to their consumption of fiction. But the funny thing is liking only wholesome shit hasn’t made them any nicer. It just makes them feel morally superior.

It’s worth noting proship was the default stance in fandom. People shipped what they liked and didn’t care what others did because it had nothing to do with them. If you found something weird and it made you uncomfortable, you just closed the tab. Hit the back button. And that’s what proship is. Proship is also tagging properly so if people do have problems with certain subjects, they don’t have to see it. If I can’t stand rape/non-con, for example, I’m not going to click on a fic tagged “rape/non-con” if I even see it because I know it’ll only hurt me. But a work tagged r*pe/n0n-c0n won’t be filtered out so I will see it and it’ll hurt me because the author thought they were helping by censoring but they didn’t.

Again, please please please do research. Don’t just take the word of a stranger who throws emotionally-charged buzzwords to sway you into their favor. Please. And that goes for this ask too. If you don’t believe or want to believe me, I implore you to do your research and decide for yourself.

Thanks for your time!

oh wow, thank you for putting the time to respond to my post I appreciate it. I'm not going to add my take on it, but i will do some research on it. but thank u love!!

#💌 - love letters #secret admirer

[sergeant-tears]

Retirement could be for men like me and you (maybe pt1)

Retirement was never in the cards for Simon Riley….

Or, that’s what he’d thought at least, but now he was in his living room using a cane and bitching at his husband from across the room.

“50 years old, how are you feeling, Ghost?” Price asked, the task force was still alive and well under John Price’s strong hands, still the original group stayed as well.

Gaz puts a hand on Ghost’s shoulder, “come on Old Man, out with it.”

“I feel the exact same as I always do.” Ghost replied, patting Gaz’s hand before elbowing the man in the ribs. The old bait and switch of affection. Gaz huffs and whines at him, rolling his eyes, “Just wish we had our other teammate here to help clean up the mess this one made.”

Gaz snorts at the accusation, confetti littering the ground, “This was all lover-boy's idea. It’s not like John didn’t help me plan it.”

Price rolls his eyes, but doesn’t deflect the accusation because it’s damn well true.

“Son, I’m not happy about his mission date either but rules are rules.” He was chewing on a popsicle stick now, his mouth needing something to do to curb his cigar habit. Everyone had to quit smoking at some point, Gaz being the first to quit because he noticed a wheeze starting. He had freaked the fuck out about it, stopping cut hate tree cold Turkey and chewing obscene amounts of gum instead. Soap had been second and Price had been last.

Ghost never did have an addiction to smoking, only ever going so far to do weed once or twice a year to chill out while he was on leave.

“I know.” Ghost replies, tapping his feet and sighing, “He’s supposed to call at 20:00 when he gets done with the mission.”

“Good lad,” Price said before leaning to ruffle both Simon and Gaz’s hair, though Ghost still had his mask on, “tell him to hurry his ass home too, Kate’s wife made cookies.”

Ghost rolls his eyes, “You don’t want to share those cookies Captain.”

“I don’t. The only reason I share with any of you is because Emily would slap the hell out of me if she heard I didn’t.”

Gaz laughs, elbowing the Captain before reaching to grab one of said cookies. Price gives him a look while Gaz munches down happily on it before making a face.

“God these are so sweet I shouldn’t eat too many.”

“Who's the old man now, Garrick?” Ghost said, a smirk prevalent under his mask. He got shouldered for his trouble, taking it with pride as he noticed Price’s mouth quirk upward in a laugh. As he sits and basks in the energy around the room, growing more comfortable with his team was a long arduous process, but now he got to deal with the benefits he reaped from being forcefully made into a friend.

Though it’s slowly getting darker out, everyone was tired and Ghost was waiting for the call he was supposed to get.

His room was clean as usual, and he goes about cleaning even more, cleaning his knives and sharpening them with the whetstone that Gaz had decided to get him as a birthday gift. Time ticks by slowly, and he notices that the time when Soap was supposed to call had gone by. Each moment it ticked past, seconds and minutes going past like slime. Trudging through his nighttime routine, Ghost thinks about the reasons behind the lateness. It’s easy to put that information into a box though, it’s very likely that Soap’s phone was broken on the mission, or he had to delay the call to work on something important.

Still he can’t help but be nervous, he’d grown more anxious through the years.

After two hours have passed he lays down in bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking about what he was going to do. His phone was taken off silent for once, leaving it on his bedside stand and letting his eyes rest while wondering what could be holding up Johnny.

Drifting off was easy, but he was woken up by his phone going off on his bedside. The sound shot him out of whatever sleep he caught, eyes opened immediately as he grabbed onto his phone and pushed the button to answer.

“Hello?” His voice was rough with tiredness.

The voice on the other end wasn’t Soap, instead it was a feminine one, “Hello is this Simon Riley?”

Ghost sits up and throws the covers off himself, “Yes it is, why?”

“You’re on John MacTavish's Emergency forms sir. He was just brought in from a mission.” She said and her tone was nervous, each word lilting a little bit.

There isn’t time for him to get well and truly dressed in his state, throwing on shoes and his mask, “is he okay? What happened? Which hospital? I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Northumbria Hospital sir— he is in surgery right now, and it may be a few days before non-family visitors are allowed.”

Ghost doesn’t care about non-family visitors, he’ll deal with it when he gets there, “Thanks.”

He hangs up and darts out of his room, cutting corners and knowing the amount of times he clips his hip on chairs and tables. The base is always mostly awake, night-watch keeping everything safe while they still run the base to half-capacity. He finds himself in the garage, staring down at the lone soldier running the place: he knew this one was one of Gaz’s to run about.

“What can I do for you Lieutenant?” He asked politely, though he was halfway to falling asleep in his chair. Ghost would feel bad for the man if he wasn’t in such a hurry.

“A truck, not armored, whatever will get me somewhere.” He says evenly, though he felt incredibly frazzled.

The soldier nods, “Copy that. I’ll be right back with keys.”

As if sensing the urgency of the matter, the man jogged to where they kept the keys locked away and immediately picked out a set, “Here you are, big white truck by the humvee section.”

Ghost nodded, and when he glanced at the man as if wondering for paperwork he merely shook his head, “Birthday gift, you look like you need it. I’ll fill out the paperwork for you.”

When Ghost wasn’t in a hurry he would tell Gaz to give this soldier a break from training to do this, but for now he only nodded to him and ran to the truck before getting out of there. Did the ghost have a license? No. Does it truly matter when his partner was injured badly enough for surgery? Definitely not.

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“What do you mean by complications?” Ghost asked deadly calm, and the nurse— a no nonsense looking older woman with a mean face— simply held onto her clipboard with ease.

“Shrapnel from the explosion couldn’t be worked out by surgery without risk of death, but leaving it in would have caused infection from the bacteria. So amputation is the only option that the hospital could take with the least amount of risk.”

Ghost blinks and he wishes deeply that he could still wear his mask instead of the surgical one they had made him replace it with, “The likelihood of survival?”

“Almost 100 percent with the procedure.” She said calmly, “but he won’t be returning to active duty. Once Mister MacTavish is lucid and able we will discuss his options of prosthetics or mobility devices.” Nurse Anne Martin, if her name tag was to be believed. Trying not to shrivel at the idea of Johnny leaving service, Ghost kept himself steady.

“Thank you for keeping him alive.” He said instead of bursting out into tears, “When can I see him?”

“You can see him tomorrow morning, Mr. Riley.” She gave him the first glimpse of sympathy he’d seen on the stoic woman’s face, “You may want to make some decisions before you do so though.”

Ghost nods, “I’ll be back then.”

He wanted to sit in the waiting room and wail, or wait by Johnny’s bedside until the man woke up but he had to work some things out. The situation made him want to claw his eyes out but instead he slipped on the mask of Ghost and went to call Price. He had paperwork to fill out.

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John “Soap” MacTavish woke up in a hospital room to the beeping of machines, a soft static of television, and the feeling of being 20 pounds lighter. Opening his eyes a little he almost groaned at the crusted feeling left behind by what could be a week's worth of sleep. He didn’t know how long he was out, only that his left ear wasn’t doing its job and everything was fuzzy to him at the moment.

Soap blinks a few times and reaches one hand up to rub his eyes and hisses at the disused feeling all over his body.

As he finally could see he startled at the slouched body at the end of the hospital bed, blonde hair messy from being under a mask, was Ghost. His partner.

Another thing he noticed was that the blankets looked uneven and he sucks in a breath.

Shit.

His left leg is just... Gone. It sort of feels like it’s still there, a numbness settling over the area, but he places a hand on the nub and realizes with a hiss that it wasn’t just sleepiness. He was missing a leg.

His movement woke the man at the end of his bed, Ghost's head darting up and big brown eyes looking at Soap. His eyes crinkled with an unseen smile, and he looked relieved.

“Hey Johnny.” His voice is soft, so so soft, and Soap wants to melt into him but right now he’s struggling to piece together what happened, “You’re lucky to be alive. Drink.”

He holds up a cup to Soap’s lips, and Soap doesn’t even recall seeing him move. Maybe he’s got brain damage too. Still, the water is nice on his tongue and he enjoys a few sips while taking deep calming breaths.

“What?” He finally asks when he’s finished sipping from the cup.

“Mission went awry.” Ghost said, “Utterly bloody tits up that said, but everyone got out safely save for three Privates.”

“Uh huh.” Johnny’s head hurt, “I’m guessing I got hit?”

Simon takes off the surgical mask and places a kiss on his eyebrow, face full of tired shadows and wrinkles, “”More than hit. You got blown to high hell, what I heard. Had to amputate your left leg.”

“I figured.” Soap said, “Guess I’m getting that retirement sooner rather than later.”

“Yes we are.” Simon responded, sounding completely confident.

We.

“Wait LT.” He said with reverence in his voice, “You’re coming with?”

“Couldn’t get me to go back without you, Johnny.” He said and ran a hand through the man’s hair.

It surprised both of them that Ghost had taken that step. Both had figured Ghost would die in the field. Soap didn’t like the idea but he also knew Ghost would struggle with civilian life. He was retiring. With Soap.

#cod gaz #cod price #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #call of duty #soapghost #retirement #fluff #angst for a moment #injury #career ending injuries #explosions! #mostly focused on the cute stuff tho #old bastards

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Aconitum - The White Room

Aconitum. What a beautiful flower. Vibrant in color and full in its bell shape. But aconitum is more than what it appears. A symbol of caution for what dangers exist as you come closer. A deadly beauty by nature. It's not it's fault. That's how it was made. That's how you were made. You are their perfect little creation. A beauty, drawing in all sorts, but a deadly little flower, killing with only a kiss. It's your nature, and you can't help it. But a question you should ask yourself is, will the flower wither away in hydra's grasps, or will someone come and save the flower, giving it all the nurturing, it needs to blossom as it was supposed to?

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~Day One~

It’s been a day since they put me in here, I counted. I was able to eat a little. Nothing more than white rice on a white plate. And the silence is making me itch. I am used to the sounds of the air rushing through the halls and even the eerie sounds lulling me to sleep. But here, I have absolutely nothing. 

The quietness allows for me to hear too many of my bodily functions. As I’m breathing, my stomach growling, and at times I even think I can hear the blood flowing through my veins. It freaks me out a bit. 

And how cruel of them to leave these bright lights on at night, well, when I think it’s night. But it’s hard to sleep when the lights are blazing above. Not to mention I am already exhausted from the lack of sleep.

And when I need to use the bathroom, I have to ask. I can’t hear them approach my door and they never answer my questions. No one will speak to me. 

I want out of here. 

~Day 3~ 

I took a shower today. They don’t let me do that every day it seems. Everything in the shower was white as well. The soap, the faucet, the cloth, everything. I can’t seem to escape it. I want to escape it. 

~Day 5~ 

I feel sick. So, sick that at times I can’t even look at the food they try to give me. I can’t stand this color, white. A day ago, I tried to keep my eyes shut so I wouldn’t have to look in this disgusting room, but for some reason I passed out. When I woke up my eyelids were sewed open. I couldn’t close them, and I panicked. I couldn’t blink or close my eyes anymore. After begging, I passed out and when I woke up, I could blink again. I won’t try and keep my eyes shut anymore, that was the lesson. 

~Day 11~

Sometimes I feel like I’m watching myself from outside of my body. It’s like my spirit is leaving my body to watch me. But the interesting thing is I can still see out of my body’s eyes. 

~Day 17~

The guards walked into my room today. They were wearing all white as usual. Time for breakfast I suppose. Or lunch, or dinner. I wasn’t sure as all three meals were the exact same. They placed the plate in front of me and turned to leave. 

I looked down at the plate. Rice. Fucking rice. I picked up the bowl and threw it at the head of one of the guards. I stood as he turned to face me.

“I won’t eat it. I won’t eat any of it, not anymore,” I said. 

The guards simply looked at me, not saying anything before exchanging a look between their masks. They turned and walked out leaving me alone with a floor covered in rice. 

~Day 23~

I can’t breathe. These walls, I feel like they’re closing in on me. I tried to stand, but I fell to my knees. I can’t stay here. I can’t. 

So, I crawled over to a table built into the floor that they provided me with. Nothing was on it. It was only meant to serve as a stool to set my rice on. I leaned over the table with my hands on both of its round edges and slammed my head onto the table. Over and over and over and over. I slammed my head. The table was speckled in red splashes and streaks. No more white. I hate to color white. 

I woke up once again to the white room. I touched my head; it was healed already. I looked for the table, but it was gone. The last thing I had in here and they took it from me. I had nothing else. No blanket or clothes, not a bed or a chair. I only had the table. Without it I’m a person in a smooth, empty white room. 

~Day 31~ 

Rice is piling up in the corner. I’m not eating it. I’d rather starve. But that won’t last long. I’m sure they’ll do something. 

~Day 42~ 

They’re forcing me to eat. Not with weapons or violence. They simply walk in, stick a tube down my throat, and pump my stomach full of stuff. I’m not sure what the stuff is, but all it does is make me hungrier than I already am. But I assume it has some type of food or nutrients in it as I’m not dead and I haven't been eating. 

~Day 50~

I’ve been laying in this spot since, well, a while ago. I think it’s been a little while. Maybe a day or two? My body feels so heavy and the boy on the floor in the corner of my room is making me anxious. He’s not real, at least I don’t think so. He looks just like that boy who was in the cell across from me. 

My arm reached out towards him, but he didn’t move. He just watched me with those dead eyes of his. And the longer I watched him the more real he seemed to appear. I swear I could see his lips moving. I think his body is moving up and down too. Is he alive? Is he breathing? 

The boy’s mouth opened, and a giant fly crawled out from his mouth like a spider. Its body is so big it began to rip the small boy’s body apart as it exited. The poor boy was nothing but a mangled corpse after the giant fly left his body. 

The fly looked around the room. And walked over to me. It’s thin legs shaking the ground as it stomped over. Will it eat me? Or will it spare me and kill me? And just as I closed my eyes the stomping stopped. My eyes opened once again to see nothing else in the room with me. 

It’s not here anymore? Where did it go? But those questions would have to wait till another time. I’m really tired. 

~Day 56~

The eerie howls of the halls filled my white room today. The distant sounds of guards walking in the distance accompanied it. How I’ve, missed them? I feel like I’ve missed them, but I don’t specifically recall experiencing it. It just feels right. 

~Day 60~

Who was I before all this? I was thrown in here for something or maybe I did something bad. I can’t exactly remember. I do remember people crowding around me, but everything seems blurry. And I am, I don’t remember where I was going with that.

~Day 74~

“My head hurts,” I said out loud. 

“It helps to talk out loud. I won’t be alone that way, and it won’t be quiet,” I said. 

~Day 83~

I looked over towards a boy who was sitting in the room with me. Did they put him in here when I was asleep? 

“Who are you,” I asked. The boy said nothing. He couldn’t be more than just a child. He looked so young. 

“Do you have a name,” I asked the boy. 

He just looked at me. His eyes were blank, and I can’t tell if he’s breathing or not. I walked over to him and crochet down in front of him. 

“Do you at least know where we are,” I asked. 

It was a little irritating that he wasn’t answering, but as I looked closer, he appeared to not be breathing. I don’t know what to do. I’ve never dealt with a dead person before or even a dying one. I looked around the room and spotted the door. I quickly stood up and ran over. My fists were banging on the door. 

“Someone help! He’s not breathing,” I yelled, but I couldn’t hear anything. 

“Can anyone hear me?”

No one was answering. We’re not alone in here, right? There should be people out there. There has to be. I walked over to the boy and sat down in front of him.

“Someone will come soon, I’m sure of it.” 

~Day 90~

It’s getting cold in here. I wish I had something to cover up with like a blanket or clothes. 

A man came into my room today. He placed restraints around my wrists and goggles around my eyes. And though my eyes were covered, I was still seeing white. How unfortunate. 

I was pulled out of the room I was in. 

“The boy, you have to help him,” I said, but the man said nothing in return. 

I was pulled along down endless of what I believe are hallways. I haven’t had to walk this much before, so I’m already starting to get tired. But before I started to complain, I was pushed into a chair and strapped down. The texture of the straps rubbed wrongly against my skin. I pulled and tried to arch away from them, but I can’t get away. I was just hurting myself. But I don’t care. I felt tears brimming my eyes.

“Please, I can’t, it feels…” I can’t find my words as my breathing sped up and at one point I couldn’t anymore. 

“Please, these straps are too much,” I said. 

No one was listening to me. I heard their feet moving around the floor ever so quietly. What were they going to do to me? I haven’t done anything wrong. I haven’t done anything at all. All I did was….was….what did I do? I don’t remember how I ended up here, well there, in that place, in my white room. I can’t…hun? 

It feels like my soul is falling from my body. Falling backwards towards the floor. 

“Help,” I whispered. I don’t think they’re going to help me though. 

But then I felt metal wrap around my arms and legs, my torso and my neck. I began to struggle more as my connection with my body went back to normal. This is even worse than the straps. I feel trapped. And as I struggled the restraints seemed to get tighter. 

Sharp pointy objects were pushed into my body in all areas. I could feel liquids being flushed into my veins. It hurts. My body was starting to burn, and the restraints pressed around my body as they grew tighter. Yells of pain left my throat. It burns! It burns so bad. My mouth is open, trying to catch as much air as I could, but it isn’t helping. Nothing I do is helping. And I soon passed out, my temperature dropped. 

I woke up in the white room once again. Was it a dream? I don’t see any restraints or the boy. Maybe they took him while I was asleep? 

How strange, the cold doesn’t bother me as much anymore. 

~Day 97~

I’m not hungry anymore, just thirsty and aching for some light. And not this artificial light. I want some real light. Something natural. 

~Day 100~ 

I’m still thirsty. They keep bringing me rice and they get upset when I don’t eat it. Not as much as before, but still a bit. 

I curled up on the floor. I want to go outside. I think that’s where I’m supposed to be. Out in the forest among the trees and the grass. Drinking in both water and sun. That sounds right to me. As I was laying on the floor, I heard a loud bang and then a series of sirens going off. 

I don’t know what’s happening? So, I did the only thing I could, I hid in the corner of the white room, waiting. Waiting for the sirens to stop. For things to return to normal. But that’s not what happened. The door to my room was hit. And then it was hit again and again and again. The door and wall came crashing down. And stood there was a giant green man. 

“Please don’t hurt me,” I said as the man walked closer. 

“Hulk no hurt small man.” the man said. Hulk? Interesting name. I looked up into his green eyes. To be honest he did scare me a bit. He destroyed the entire wall with just his fists, I think. He reached out his hand and held it in front of me. I hesitated. I don’t want to hurt him. I could really leave this place. I could leave. But I don’t- The man grabbed my hand and picked me up. I tried to wiggle myself out of his hold, but he held me tighter. 

“No moving,” he said, so I stopped. This doesn't feel too bad. Kind of warm, I thought before my eyes closed and I fell into darkness.

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Savage Love Chapter 22: Condottiere

 Series: Savage Love

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Liam, Riley x Drake

Rating: NSFW (ish)    

Warnings: hint of lemons

Word Count: 3,043

My other stuff: Master List.

Drake knew I was lying about my freak out in the shower earlier, but he let it drop. Thankfully. I honestly didn’t know if I could lie to him if he continued to push.

I knew I should slow things down again, push him away, maybe put an end to the whole thing. As I combed through my wet hair, I resolved to do just that; but by the time we were eating breakfast, I found myself wiping crumbs from his face, my thumb lingering on his lips. I’m not sure I had ever wiped crumbs off someone’s face before. I just wanted to touch him all the time.

I went back into the bedroom to slip on a pair of shoes as Drake waited by the front door. My eyes fell on the bed as I pulled a pair of Louboutin pumps on my feet. Liam’s bed. Memories of the night before fell through my head as I finished getting ready.

Liam’s body, hard and toned, behind me in the tub, soap suds sliding down his chest, his arms encircling me. His smile when I turned to kiss him, the way he stiffened when our lips met, embarrassed at how quickly he’d been aroused.

Liam lifting me out of the water. The way his lips never left mine as he carried me to the bed.

Liam on top of me, sweat beading his skin as his muscles coiled and tensed under my hands.

The way he’d pulled me close and held me tight. How right it felt in his arms.

“You get lost in there, Brooks?” Drake’s voice jerked me back to the present.

“Coming!” I hurried out the room, flustered.

We made it to the conference room on time, barely. Leo was flipping through paperwork. Jason and Max had their heads together about something and Jared was back from the hospital, he sat in one chair, his injured leg was propped up on another. Liam was seated at the conference table across from Leo, next to the chair I usually sat in. There was no way that wasn’t on purpose. I wanted to be annoyed with him for it, but I wasn’t.

I sat down in my usual spot; Drake took the seat on my other side. Nope, not awkward at all.

“So, I think we know how Rico was able to get Tariq to do his dirty work.” Jason said.

I glanced at Leo, who told me, “Drake updated me last night and I got these two on it right away.”

“Ok.” I turned back to Jason, “How?”

“Gambling debts!” Max answered triumphantly. “His finances are a hot mess. He has gambled away most of his family’s fortune.”

That made perfect sense. You don’t turn down a loan shark when they give you an assignment. This could be a huge break, pointing us to who Rico was working with, “Who does he owe?”

“Lorenzo Romano.” Jason answered.

“Who is that?” I asked.

“Well, he’s a loan shark, obviously. But I started digging around in his finances and he is definitely linked to the Gladius Company, a band of mercenaries used by a lot of mafioso’s as enforcers.”

“Ok, do we know who runs that?” I was trying to find a connection between Lorenzo and Rico.

“It’s a fairly new operation, but we are fairly certain it’s being run by a man named Saguaro Laurent.”

“Shit!” Jared’s exclamation drew everyone’s attention.

“You know the name?” Drake asked.

“I know the name. He was second in command to the Condottiere.”

“The Condottiere?” Leo raised his eyebrows questioningly.

I explained, “A mercenary operation pretty much like the Gladius Company. The GIA took them down about six years ago. The leader is serving eight consecutive life sentences, but his lieutenant got away.”  

“Looks like we found him.” Jared said.

“How familiar are you with this guy?” Drake asked.

“Not much.” I replied, “I didn’t work that case.”

“Really?” He sounded surprised, “You sure seem to know a lot about it.”

“There’s a reason for that.” Jared snorted.

I shot him a death glare, “Shut the fuck up, Lewis.”

He shrugged, “Whatever, Brooks, but you know we have to call him in.”

“Call who in?” Drake’s gaze shifted back and forth between us, looking for answers.

“I am out of commission, physically speaking, so I can’t go undercover with the staff at the Nevrakis estate and I’m worthless in a fight.” Jared told him, “The agency will be sending someone to replace me anyway. I’ll stay on in an advisory capacity, helping out with intel and I’ll still liaison between Brook’s field work and headquarters, but she needs a new partner.”

“Okay…” Drake said carefully.

Jared went on, “Now that we know Laurent is involved, we need an expert on the Condottiere, someone who knows how this man works, someone who spent years tracking him, studying him. The man that took his organization apart the first time. We need Nick Adler.”

“No, we fucking don’t!” I had never wanted to hurt Jared as badly as I did in that moment.

Jared fixed me with a stern look, “I thought you didn’t let your personal bullshit get in the way of business, agent. If you use your professional judgement and not your emotions, you have to admit that he’s exactly who we need.”

If looks could kill, Jared would definitely have exploded into a million pieces right then and there. I held his gaze for a few heated moments before all the fight went out of me. A frustrated whine escaped my lips and I hated myself for it. He was right. Damn it, he was right.

“Fine! Get Barton on the phone and update her. It’s her call.”

“You already know what the call will be.”

“I said fine, get him here.”

“Whoever this Nick guy is, he’s not going to be a problem, is he?” Leo asked.

“No, he won’t. He’s a good agent, one of the best. We just have a…uh…past, but it won’t get in the way of the investigation, I can promise you that.” I avoided eye contact with both Drake and Liam. The last thing I wanted was my past on display for either one of them.

“So, the assumption is that Rico used Saguaro who used Lorenzo to get Tariq to do his bidding. The Mendez cartel used the Condottiere a lot before they were taken down. It’s possible Saguaro stayed in touch with Rico.” Jared shifted the discussion back to business. Thank God, because I could feel the gazes of both Drake and Liam boring into me.

I ignored them and turned to Max, “How’d you find out so much so fast?”

“Orange soda and jellybeans! I can’t work without them. Brain food!” He explained.

“Uh huh.”

“I stayed up all night. I told you, I’m The Kraken, the assassin of cyberspace! I can find out anything about anyone!” Max was bouncing in his seat. He had way too much energy for this early in the morning.

Leo asked, “So where are we on the Via Imperii and is this thing with the cartel guy going to impede that? No offense Riley, but if you’ve been compromised, we need to bring in a new agent.”

“I haven’t. We don’t think Rico knows why I’m here, not yet anyway. We need to find him and take him down before he figures it out and exposes me though. As far as the Via Imperii, I’m having lunch with Neville today. I’ll continue to pump him for information. The next Via meeting is in two weeks. Have we gotten anything from the bugs we planted?”

“Jason’s been monitoring those.” Max said.

“Nothing so far.” Jason answered, “It doesn’t seem like anyone lives there, they just use it for meetings. We haven’t picked up anything since the night you were there.”

“Meanwhile, Drake, Liam and I are still leaving for Auvernall tonight, right?” I was dying to follow up on the secret Rys sibling mystery.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Riley.” Liam said in concern, “Now that we know a madman is out to get you.”

“Actually, getting her out of the country for a few days might be a good idea.” Jared said, and once I again I silently thanked him. I knew my life was a mess when I was thankful to agent Jared Lewis for anything. “We just have to ensure no one knows she’s leaving. She’ll be safer off the grid.”

“I can make that happen.” Drake replied instantly. “Getting her out without anyone knowing won’t be a problem.”

Leo nodded, “You know I’d go with you, but I have too much going on right now and I can’t get away. Plus, the press will notice and question what I’m doing there. They pay less attention to Liam.”

“One last order of business.” Liam said, “Riley can’t stay in that room anymore.”

“But everyone needs to think I am.”

“I’ll keep the room assignments the same on the official books.” Drake spoke up, “You can come and go through the passageways, so you’re seen entering and leaving that room, but I’ll have two guards posted in there twenty-four seven. If there’s another attempt at an abduction, whoever it is will be in for a big surprise.”

“The room next to Drake is empty, use that one. If there’s nothing else, I have a meeting with some delegates from France.” Leo said as he stood and gathered up paperwork. He looked at me before he turned to leave, “Be careful out there, Riley, I’d hate to see anything happen to you.”

“I always am.” I assured him.

Lunch with Neville yielded nothing new, but I did have to sidestep his attempts to set up a more private date. Ew, no.

I was finally able to slip his company without being rude. I was hurrying back toward my room when I heard my name being called.

“Riley!” Hana was coming down the hallway from the other direction.

“I am so happy to see you!” I told her as she stopped to hug me. I was actually happy to see her. I hadn’t had a lot of close female friendships in my life. You don’t really make friends at court so much as frenemies and sycophants.

“Me too! I haven’t seen you around in a few days.”

“I’ve been busy, but do you have some time right now?”

“Sure. What’s up?”

“I just….I could really use someone to talk to!”

“Do you want to go up to your room?” She asked.

“Let’s go to yours.” I suggested. There were guardsmen in my room that I wouldn’t be able to explain.

Once we were alone, she turned to me and said, “Ok, spill!”

“You remember the night on the balcony? How both Liam and Drake tried to get me to go back to their rooms with them?”

“Yes….”

“Well, I’ve been sleeping with both of them.”

She sucked in a scandalized breath, “Really?”

“Really.” I laughed. “Don’t look so shocked. It’s not that bad.”

“Aren’t they best friends or something?”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t seem to be affecting their friendship.” Which I was grateful for.

“So, they both know about the other?” I hadn’t thought she could look more scandalized than she had a moment ago, but I’d been wrong.

“Of course.” I answered her, “It would be weird otherwise.”

“And it’s not weird now?”

I snorted, “Maybe a little.”

“So, they both know about each other, it’s not affecting their friendship and clearly it’s not deterring either of them from pursuing you. You’re sleeping with both of them and enjoying it, I assume from the fact that you keep doing it. Have I got that all right?”

“That about sums it up, yeah.” I agreed.

“I don’t see the problem.”

“The problem is that they both want a relationship, and I don’t do those!”

“Why not?”

Why indeed? Why was probably on his way here right now. “It’s….complicated.”

“It always is.” She nodded sagely, which made me giggle for some reason.

“I just need to not feel….feelings for either one of them!”

“From where I’m sitting, it looks like you might be feeling feelings for both of them!” Hana said.

“Ugh!” I blurted out in exasperation. “I know! That’s the fucking problem!”

She considered that quietly for a moment. “Maybe you’ve just been spending too much time with them, maybe you should sleep with someone else, see if that gets either, or both, of them out of your system.”

“Yeah….maybe…” I said doubtfully, “But who?” Maxwell Beaumont had given me a look right before we’d gotten in the limo to go to the Via Imperii meeting, but I quickly dismissed that idea. Sleeping with someone else that was involved in the investigation and also friends with both Liam and Drake just didn’t seem like a good idea. Bertrand? Ew, no. Leo wasn’t my type, and he was in love with Liv anyway. Liv. Hmmm. Yes. But she was in love with Leo, so no.

Madeleine. I jolted upright in my seat. Madeleine! I was willing to bet good money that she knew far more about the inner workings of the Via Imperii than Neville did. She was hot as hell and I’m pretty sure I’d caught her checking me out a time or two. A tryst with Madeleine could kill two birds with one stone. Get me the information I needed on the Via Imperii and distance myself a little from Drake and Liam. Prove to myself that I was not falling for either one of them.

Liar! My inner monologue yelled at me, but I ignored it. “Hana, you might be a genius!”

“If you knew me better, you wouldn’t sound so surprised by that.” She quipped and it made me laugh again. “So, who’s it going to be?”

“Maybe no one.” I replied honestly. I hadn’t really had much sexual interest in anyone else lately. Which was unusual. I told myself it was just because I was getting it on a regular basis but that wasn’t the whole truth. “But maybe….Madeleine….”

Hana’s eyes widened in surprise, “Amaranth? Is she gay?”

I shrugged, “One way to find out.”

Hana covered her mouth with a shriek, “Oh my God, Riley! That’s insane! Two of the prince’s top three suitors doing each other?” She fell over on her bed as laughter ripped through her.

I couldn’t help but laugh with her. It felt good to laugh. I should hang out with her more often. “I mean…..whatever. He doesn’t get to hoard all the hot women, right?”

Hana sat up, still laughing, and wiped tears of mirth from her eyes, “Why not? You’re hoarding all the hot men!”

“Shut up! Stop!” I needed to stop laughing, it was making my sides hurt.

My phone dinged and I looked down at it. This was predictable, but still unfortunate.

“Is everything ok?” Hana asked.

“Yes, fine.” I lied, “I have to go, I need to call home, just a minor issue with my mom, nothing serious, but you know how moms can be.”

Hana nodded sympathetically and I felt a little bad for playing on her family trauma, but I needed her to stop asking questions. I liked her. But I couldn’t draw her into a GIA investigation. She was an untrained civilian. She was safer not knowing anything.

I headed back to the conference room, via my old bedroom. I nodded to the guards on my way from the door to the secret panel. Anyone watching me would think I was in my room, not two levels up and on the east side of the palace rather than the west, in conference room.

I burst into the room to find Leo, Jared, Liam and Drake waiting for me. “I told you this was the most probable outcome.”

Tariq Lambros was dead. Washed ashore an hour ago. That was the price of failing the Mendez cartel.

“How?” I demanded.

“Two bullets to the back of the head, execution style.” Drake answered.

“Classic cartel assassination method.” Jared said.

“It’s too bad we didn’t find him first. Now he can’t answer any questions.” Which is precisely why they killed him. “On the upside, we should now be able to bring in the loan shark in for questioning.”

“We’re on it.” Leo said, “You three go onto Auvernall as planned. We’ll handle things here.”

“I can do the questioning.” Jared offered, “But he probably isn’t going to talk.”

He wouldn’t. It would be signing his own death warrant and he knew it. They never talked. But we had to try.

“Thanks, Jared. Have you talked to Barton yet?”

“Yes. Nick should be here by the time you get back from Auvernall.”

“Great.” I said, copious amounts of sarcasm dripping from the word.

“So, are we going to talk about this Nick guy?” Drake asked as he and I and Liam headed back toward their rooms to get ready to leave for Auvernall.

“Nope.” I replied.

“Ok then.” I could hear the frustration in his voice.

I didn’t want to talk about Nick. Not yet. Not while I was still struggling with my feelings for each of them. Dealing with my issues around my ex was too much, too soon, too personal….or maybe exactly what I needed to do to get some closure and resolve said issues.

I’m not clueless. I’m under no delusions about why I bury myself in my work. Yes, I love my job, love the work that I do. I loved it before Nick, but there was no denying that after I used it to distract me from my pain and avoid getting hurt again. Hard to get hurt if you never let yourself care about anyone.

Except that now I had and my past and present were on a collision course with each other.

Without really thinking, or realizing what I was doing, I slipped one hand into Drake’s grasp as we walked and the other into Liam’s. I felt a little squeeze from each of them. Neither drew away.

Maybe I was an idiot for fighting against these feelings. Maybe I should let one of them in. But which one?

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FemLit 0200 - Wish list (female version)

FemLit 0200 - Wish list (female version)

Saw some other cunt’s list and thought I’d make my own. Some of this is kinda nasty, some of it is down right sweet... just like me 😉

1. Force me to eat off of the floor in front of you (bonus if others are around).

2. After being plugged I want to be fucked while I am forced to keep the plug in my mouth. Punish me if it comes out.

3. Slap me over and over across the face until I can no longer take it. I want the tears.

4. Feed me those tears.

5. Force me to remove my clothes and makeup and wet my hair in front of someone so I feel stripped down- bonus if you’ve made me dress up and do my make up unknowingly just for this occasion.

6. Point my insecurities out- negatively comment on each of them as I get fingered and forced to cum.

7. Drip the cum out of the condom we just used all over my face, take pictures and tell me I’m pretty.

8. Make me lick your ass, but don’t let me lick your cock.

9. Make me model all my new clothing for you. Tell me what I’m allowed to keep.

10. Fall asleep with your cock inside me, I want to wake up to you jacking off with the tip still in my cunt.

11. Jack off while you watch porn, straight on to my face. Don’t even look at me or talk to me.

12. Fuck my face until I puke. Make me lick it up.

13. Make me drink a bunch of milk with food coloring in it so I puke a lot and it looks crazy. Bonus if I can mix a banana in so it smells really good when I explode.

14. Tell me I’m not allowed to wear panties. If you do want me to wear them occasionally make me go to the bathroom when you say, take them off and put them in my mouth. Make me keep that gag in to keep me quiet while we’re out.

15. Spit in my eyes and don’t let me wipe it.

16. Write horrible things across my body. Make me masturbate in front of you while you record me getting off while being humiliated.

17. Eat your meals off of me. Let my stomach grumble. Tease me with a teeny tiny bite. Balance your drink on my back. I can be a perfect table.

18. Write lists of chores for me to do for you around your house. Let me do them cuffed, ankles attached to a spreader bar. Watch me struggle while you slow stroke your cock.

19. Throw in random rules for the day. Like I must edge every half hour. So in the middle of conversation I just have to pull my pants down and edge.

20. Punish me with soap on my tongue. Punish me with hot sauce on my tongue. I will cry.

21. Make me cum until I cry.

22. Punch me like a punching bag. Tell me it’s my fault.

23. Make me tell you every time I get wet, make fun of me for being so needy.

24. Make me hold myself wide open after you fuck me and take pix of how gaped you’ve made my holes.

25. Let’s play a game. I won’t move or make a noise. If I do - you beat me. I’m your doll!

26. When I talk about feminism to you, unzip your pants. Shove your cock in my mouth. Make me keep talking, mumbled around your cock. Laugh at me.

27. Hook your fingers in my nose, hook your fingers in my mouth. Tell me it makes me look prettier.

28. Have me sit in the shower. Piss all over me. Jack off on my body while I tell you dirty things. Leave me there to clean myself up.

29. Let me rub my cunt against your knee or your boot.

30. Make me wear my buttplug out to remind me of you.

31. Make me ask for permission to use the bathroom - deny it sometimes

32. Make me repeat after you, horrible degrading things about myself.

33. Pretty please feed me drugs, medicine, alcohol... then rape my drowsy or passed out holes.

34. Choke me until I black out. Multiple times in a row.

35. Make me wait by the door for you. Face down, ass up, spread and ready. Bring a friend home to use my holes.

36. Tie me up and throw me in the trunk. Make me feel worried and claustrophobic. Make me freak the fuck out.

37. Make me talk about wanting to fuck my father or Trump or someone else awful as you fuck me.

38. Make me talk about wanting to be raped as you fuck me.

39. Fuck random parts of my body (between my thighs or tied up arms for example).

40. Put a bag over my head. Tie it tight around my neck. Watch me struggle.

41. Make me listen to hypno files on repeat. Slowly finger my holes as I do or keep a vibe on my clit.

42. Be nice to me. Shove my head under water. Fuck me. Pull me up and give me lots of kisses. Put me back in the water.

43. Make me stretch my holes and then tell me about how you need a tighter girl.

44. When I’m sad for any reason, shove your cock in me and tell me my problems don’t matter.

45. Fuck me in the bathroom at the bar. Leave the stall door open so other guys can watch.

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Ouch

I cut my fingy and panicked a lot so here’s a quick not-at-all thought out thing about how some egos would react to s/o cutting their finger while cooking and it like isn’t that bad but they’re freaking out

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Enjoy!

Markiplier egos with an s/o who accidentally cut themselves hcs

Darkiplier

He was in his study, just thinking, while you made dinner

He heard a tiny “ow” and didn’t think much of it

He then heard a louder “OW” and a string of “fuck”s and got worried

He entered the kitchen, to see you gripping your wrist and holding your finger under the water from the sink

He thinks you burned yourself

Then you pull your hand away and he sees blood and immediately makes his way over.

“What happened? Are you ok? How bad is it?”

You don’t answer as you are too busy hyperventilating because goddammit it HURTS

He tries to take your hand to look at it but you won’t let him

You look so hurt and vulnerable and he feels so bad

If you’d asked him to help cook, and he didn’t take it, he’d feel a thousand times worse

Eventually, he gets you to sit down and calms you, just a bit, and goes to get band aids

He comes back to you looking like you’re about to have a panic attack

He quickly stands you back up, and you put your finger back under the sink.

He gently washes it with soap and apologizes every time you make a noise

He gives you the bandage and lets you sit on the couch

You calm down and lean on his shoulder

He lets you sit there for a bit, rubbing your arm.

You eventually look up at him

“I think I may have overreacted.”

He’d laugh and kiss your head and goes to finish cooking dinner

Wilford

He wasn’t even home yet

You told him you were starting dinner and he left wherever he was immediately.

He was picking up wine from the store when you called him

“Wilford please get bandaids”

He was confused and a little worried, so he asked why

“Please just buy some and hurry home please” and you hung up

Now, Wilford is hardly a reasonable man as it is. so when he ran out of the store (without paying) and sped down the road in his car to get home before you, like, died or some shit, you shouldn’t have been surprised

He may or may not have run into a pedestrian or two on the way

He threw the door open when he got home, gun in hand

“WHAT HAPPENED WHAT’S THE DANGER”

You’re sitting on a chair in the kitchen breathing heavily, holding your finger

He can’t help but laugh because, christ, he thought it was something BAD

But, to you, it was bad. and he was laughing at you.

You tear up, just a bit. you’re feeling a lot of emotions right now.

He sees and gets worried again because is it worse than he thinks?? is there another injury??? are you traumatized what’s happening?

He tries to look at the cut but you turn away, looking very upset

He tries to convince you to let him see but you won’t budge

You’re whining a little (which I do because I can’t emote properly) which makes him upset

He drops to his knees and holds out his hands

“C’mon, baby! Let me see! Let me help!”

He’s being overdramatic and stupid and it makes you smile. So you do.

He gently kisses the spot, as to not hurt you, and puts a bandaid over it, kissing that too.

He orders take out and lets you lay on his lap while he pets your hair

Yancy

He was practicing some dance moves when he heard you in the kitchen

You were cursing and breathing heavily

Logically, he should know that perhaps you hurt yourself making dinner

However Yancy is a bit of a dumbass so he thinks someone broke in or something

He walks in with a knife, only for you to stand there with your finger under the sink.

He sees the blood, so concludes that you cut yourself. But you look really upset?

He’s mostly confused.

He’s been through worse, you’ve been through worse, he KNOWS you have

So why are you so upset?

“Why are you so upset?” “I don’t know!” “It’s not that bad” “I know...” “What’s the problem?” “I don’t KNOW!”

You start to cry, just a bit, and Yancy panics

He doesn’t know what to do. He’s not used to this!

He wants to tell you to get over it, but also he doesn’t?

Like, he knows it’s the easiest thing to say, but also not the BEST thing to say

So he says nothing. He gets a band aid, puts it on your finger, and hugs you.

He holds you for a minutes until your breathing is normal

If you tell him you don’t wanna cook today, he orders pizza

If you tell him you can, he’ll try to help

You have to kick him out because the man doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing

Illinois

He’s watching you cook and sees it happen before it does

Your finger isn’t in the right place, he saw you adjust

He tries to warn you but doesn’t do it in time

He winces because ouch

He processes what happened before you do, so he already has the band aids.

He turns the sink on, moves your finger underneath, and cleans it with soap

He puts the band aid on you and kisses your hand

He asks if you want to keep cooking or if you want him to cook

If you want to, he’ll help you with whatever you were doing first that made you cut yourself

If you don’t want to, he’ll finish what you were doing on his own.

He makes sure you’ve calmed down and holds your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles

“Im being overdramatic...”

“No, you’re not. It hurt. You bled. You got upset. You’re ok now.”

He’s a very understanding and responsible man ^///^

Magnum

None of that goddamn crew can cook for shit, so you always have to

Mostly fish and vegetables you buy at different ports

Magnum and the others are just drinking and laughing when they hear you yell and curse from the kitchen

Magnum goes over to see what’s happening

He sees you holding your finger and goes to hold you

He’s very. protective, I’m gonna say.

“Oh, poor darlin’... are ye alright? Are ye ok? Awh, sweetheart...”

He doesn’t have bandaids, so he cleans a cloth and covers your finger

He makes you rest in your room (even though it wasn’t particularly that bad)

The other crewmates check in periodically to see if you’re ok

Magnum decides he’s going to cook

Yes, the ship catches on fire. No, he will not say how he did it

You have to finish dinner, otherwise the others are gonna kill themselves trying

Google

He’s recharging on the couch while you cook

He hears you curse from the kitchen and concludes you’ve hurt yourself

He doesn’t really see one injury as too much worse than another. they’re all bad

He knows what happens if even the smallest wound gets infected

He wants it dealt with quickly and efficiently

He walks up to you and grabs your hand, pulling it under the sink

He cleans it with soap, puts a band aid on it, and leaves

Dr. Iplier who, bitch?

He likes to sit when you while you eat, just so he can talk to you

You, however, don’t talk to him at all and he’s a little upset

He figures he was a bit too rough with you at first when he reaches for you after you stand up and you pull away

“I apologize for my methods, I wanted to make sure the wound was dealt with posthaste.”

“Well... I guess that’s a good enough excuse.”

You hug him, and he (hesitantly) hugs back

Bing

Probably the reason you cut yourself lmao

He enjoys bothering you when you’re busy

He hasn’t recieved his Designated Bing Attention Hours today and therefore you have to deal with a very clingy and annoying Bing

He’d be less annoying if he’d stop fucking TOUCHING THINGS but w/e

He bumps into you and you yell

He doesn’t realize that you cut yourself until you start cursing

He turns around to see you frantically turning the water on and gets very nervous

Shit, that was his fault? He did that? Fuck, you’re angry, aren’t you. FUCK

He leaves, immediately, and you have to deal with it yourself. 

He paces in your room for a bit, debating what to do

“Ok. Alright. What do people like. Phones? I could buy a phone. I could STEAL a phone. I could steal anything they want! Do people need graphics cards?”

He settles for walking back into the kitchen, apologizing, and walking back out

“nailed it”

You’re a little quiet the rest of the day, and he’s still nervous, but you hug him and kiss his cheek before you get ready to go to bed, so it’s ok

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