#cumikering

[madstronaut]

tis christmas in july aka the season for feasting year-round 

much like the 3-in-1 monstrosity of shampoo/condish/bodywash that the COD men probably use (not gaz, though he would n e v e r) I am tossing in my ramblimmentaries three of cin’s lovely fics together here 🥰

aaanyway not even ashamed to say I’ve been re-reading their holiday keegan fic SEVERAL TIMES a month since I first saw it last december cos it’s so cute and fluffy

ok I need to get this out of the way laughing my ass off rn because autocorrect changed cumikering to cucumber several times throughout here and i was howling when I went to edit this and I was like why are there cucumbers everywhere??? LMAO

Reading: Neighbour Keegan Russ x reader by @cumikering

ah meet cute at the laundry room; I love it alr (as you can see i am easily pleased/amused/moved)

also it’s already on sight with reader’s cuz, i have unfortunately met ppl like this IRL (haven’t we all) and well talk about telling on themselves about how unhappy they are :/

“Well, if you need company…” he said, trying to not sound too hopeful. I’d love to spend some time with you. You turned to him, brow raised. “Wait, you mean, you want to come with? Be my plus one?” “That wasn’t- well, yeah. I can do that.” He shrugged. “If you want.” This wasn’t the direction he was heading for. He was going to offer to spend Christmas together, maybe exchange gifts, but he surely wasn’t going to take that back. Anything for a chance with you.

AAAA OBSESSED WITH HOW CUTE AND AWKWARD THIS WHOLE EXCHANGE IS

He always enjoyed seeing your face brighten like that, despite never getting the chance to see it enough…But between deployments, he was lucky to even catch a glimpse of you once a week, leaving any possible advances towards you simply a fantasy to him. He was out of practice, but was he that out of practice that he came on too strong and scared you? He certainly didn’t mean to make it suggestive. This was going to end before it even started. He grimaced to himself.

we love some good ole mutual pining🥺🥰🥺🥰🥺🥰

That time you saw Keegan on a run shirtless out your window you had to sit down.

HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA crying laughing at this…also reminded me of a time I hung out with a friend in LA who went to pick up a friend after he ran a marathon and drop him off before we went to dinner - didn’t realize the runner was an old acquaintance I hadn’t seen in a while since he was a senior when I was a freshman in college but I fucking remembered him alright when he came running up ripped af, shirtless, sweaty, saw me and went “MADSTRONAAUUTTTT OMG” and picked me up and spun me while in his giant hulking sweaty arms and I briefly bluescreened…anyway cough sorry back to keegan what was I saying, yes shirtless sweaty keegan yes yes 

He didn’t speak much (you wished he did though because his voice was divine)

my fellow voicekink brian bloom fans where you at

ah wooing by fake dating, is there a better trope (tbh the ones I’ve read are hit or miss but this one is 10/10)

Keegan sat on his bed as you went through his wardrobe. How cheesy would it be if he were to pull out his guitar and serenade you? He, too, was told the ladies liked men who played the guitar. Why do you think he picked it up in high school?

*thousand eyed stare thinking of how many times I've heard wonderwall as a millenial*

He’d made it his mission to make sure taking him to your family was worth your while.

ah yes a true soldier through and throughhhhh~

You were a steady stream of glee that didn’t drain him and he couldn’t get enough.

AAWWWWWWW fucking loved this line!!!!!!!

also the cousin’s name as Bella now has me picturing her as twilight kristen stewart

It only made it hard to dilute your hopefulness that this meant the slightest bit more than nothing.

“dilute your hopefulness” GAAHHH LOVE THIS PHRASE CIN MWAH MWAH

now how to put this lightly but everything about bella just filled me with pure rage lol first off I WOULD ALSO KILL FOR A DYSON AIR WRAP GIFTED TO ME (can I buy one? yes. can I justify buying one? hell no) and I hate to use this term but textbook definition of a ‘pick-me girl’ right here but seeing casual cruelty like this would make me hear those kill bill sirens and have me swabbing some vaseline on my face and taking my earrings off and spitting some razorblades out my mouth and- cough anyway that’s from my younger fanciful days, I don’t carry razorblades in my mouth this isn’t late 90s/early 2000s new york ha cough anyway moving on smh throwing my hands at bella up in air

but I loved the contrast with keegan and let me just say everything about bella’s ‘gift’ goes against the pure nature of giftgiving and I am thrilled that she left the card there but got to take Keegan home 🥰

this whole fic reminded me of a lovely quote I read on a tear-off daily calendar lol

“The wise one knows. The giver of the gift IS the gift. And the gift is just the giver’s heart in the shape of something to make you smile.  The gift decays. The giver stays. And so the real gift remains.”

I will make an exception for celebrating Christmas in July for any of cin's holiday fics 🥰🥰🥰

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aaaaand also reading: by Ghost x plus-sized reader by cinny

omfg fucking tearing up my pillows to shreds at how much I love this lil fic!!!

You scoffed, looking past him at the other ladies in the room. “Are you serious? There are plenty who weigh far less.” His brow rose. “Are you calling me weak?”

fucking love reading about a suave smooth-ass ghost

His eyes softened a touch. “May I? Please?”

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 WHO CAN RESIST PUPPY EYED GHOST??? TELL ME WHO

 Across the pub, the table of three men grinned at the massive stranger. The one with the mohawk was very much entertained as he gave him thumbs up.

yes yes we love wingman!141

You laughed, your breath warm against his ear. “Are you going to set me down or am I having my drink on your back?” “Don’t give me ideas.” He chuckled as he lowered you to your feet.

HOW CUTE IS SIMON CARRYING READER TO THE BAR? AAAAAAA

“Okay. Well, thanks for he drink. You could get back to your mates if you want.” “I’m Simon,” he mustered instead.

“he mustered” AAAH I LOVE BIG NERVOUS MEN STUMBLING OVER THEIR WORDS

When he turned to them, they immediately busied themselves with their drinks, averting their gazes.

LMAO

So that was why you were alone. You were waiting for someone. Disappointment anchored at the bottom of his chest. “Right. Okay.” You smiled. “Thanks for the drink, Simon. I’ll see you around, yeah?” He grunted and you headed to the end of the bar. He stood umoving for another second before retreating to his table like a kicked puppy.

ummm omg I literally keeled over and slumped out of my chair in sympathy for simon for a good minute before I could read on OMG CIN HOW COULD YOU (lmao jk I loved this sm)

You flagged down some other blond man who walked over to you with a smile.

LMAO yes yes simon you are clearly superior

“I know she’s with someone, but I can tell she likes you more,” Price said, and Simon finally tore his gaze away from you. “Ye should fight ‘im, L.T. He dinnae stand a fuckin’ chance.” “You can knock him out with a slap,” Gaz quipped.

fucking love this, cin has 141 characterisation down to a T with each of their responses!!!! 

also men of the world if you can please take notes on stepping up from 141 here, please start doing so yesterday tyvm

so busy mopping up my heart from melting at how adorable this meet-cute is and I also got halal two days in a row from the halal guys cart by work thanks to reading about the kebabs in this fic

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and finally reading: Ghost x asmr artist reader by cinny

"Simon had a pepper problem and a pasta dilemma"

🥺🥺🥺🥺 I am dying at the cuteness here alr🥺🥺🥺🥺

You turned to him. He noticed the little startle before you shoved your phone back in your pocket.

men who are self-aware of their size and presence and the effect it has on ppl around them and act accordingly, I love you

Your quiet cooking videos were one of the only things left that offered him calmness, especially on those nights away on missions, giving him tingles in all the right places, and shamefully, the wrong ones too sometimes.

sir, sir, there is no room for shame in love~

“Ah- I’m sorry,“ he managed, flustered by your sudden exit. “I didn’t want to be presumptuous, but you make those videos, don’t you? I recognised your voice.” You grinned, turning to him. “I just wanted to thank you,” he said. “Your videos comfort me a lot.” “I’m happy to hear. Thank you for watching.” Simon wanted to tug his beanie over his face because as you walked away, he was unmoving with a racing heart and a blush over his pale cheeks.

omfg WANTED TO TUG HIS BEANIE DOWN??? I AM IN LOVE I LOVE STRONG YET VULNERABLE GIANT MEN SM (this is a fluff fic so I am keeping with the fluffy vibes nd restraining my horny ass from choking out some absolutely thirsty comments here)

Despite the uncomfortable circumstances, your quiet yet crisp voice always sent him into a restful slumber.

yes shoutout to my favorite YT vids and comfort fics for putting me to sleep without fail

The chance encounter only fuelled his attraction. Knowing the kind smile behind the sweetest voice felt like an intimate secret, one you shared with him and only him - not with the rest of your few thousand subscribers.

i love how sweet simon is here with his lil parasocial crush and OMG WHEN READER APPROACHES HIM FIRST IN THE PASTA AISLE I also blushed IRL GOD I LOve FLUFF FICS SM

“Someone sent in a recipe for a video, and it’s absolutely delicious. I’ve been making it at least once a month ever since.”

SIMON’S COMFORT YOUTUBER’S COMFORT RECIPE IS SIMON'S??? WHAT IS THIS GLORIOUS OUROBOROS OF A COINKYDINK

He combed his hair back with his fingers, hoping his hat hair wasn’t terrible. He caught the double take you did at his tattooed arm.

🥰hehehe i love these little tidbits and morsels of vulnerability (hmm good band name, writing that down)

The rich scent of caramelised meat drifting in the room wrapped around him like a warm blanket.

Between sips of tea, you enjoyed your own halves of the chocolate wordlessly, the music melting into the background.

The savoury aroma glided past the thin gaps of the oven, swirling and dancing between you and him.

mmmmmm this has to be one of the coziest fics ive ever read

“I was an apprentice butcher before I enlisted.” He pressed down on the ricer with ease.

so much said in two sentences!!! ugh mwah mwah so many chef’s kisses for your writing style cinny

also loved how both are very self-aware and how reader picks up on simon talking about his mom in past tense and the whole fic emerging to fit around this bit of simon’s story is so wonderful to me… He waited until you took a bite before taking his own, and his breath caught. His brows furrowed as lump formed in his throat. Had the ground cracked and plunged him into a glitched universe? He was once more in Manchester, 10 years younger, finally home after a long day at the butcher, his mum and brother waiting at the table with the piping hot dish in the middle of it.

literally picturing that critic eating ratatouille flashback end scene from the eponymous movie 😂🥰

The last thing he wanted to do in front of you was shed a tear, but there he was, some hulking stranger sobbing on your shoulder as nostalgia held him in a death grip. It was humiliating to be seen like this – he didn’t remember the last time he cried from feelings, yet the tears wouldn’t cease despite his efforts. But you held him close, and his thick arms wrapped around you. He told himself if he pulled you close enough, it would hurt less.

i love how simon’s comfort streamer becomes an IRL comfort place for him to safely break down 🥹🥹 did I cry from reading this? IDK MAYBE WHO KNOWS? (looks at the ruined kleenex piled in my wastebin)

I hope all readers know and have a person and place like this (and may we host such places and become such people as well) 💛✨🌿

and of course I will pause my rambles here with a big-ass hug 🫂 and thank you to cinny for being a wonderful comfort fic writer for meeee 🫶🫶🫶😘👌😘👌😘👌

[macravishedbymactavish]

I miss you. I hope you're well :)

I've missed you as well, friend.

It's been a crazy busy few months. Between work changes, my dad needing help with his contracting company, new vehicles and projects, and the holidays jump scaring us it's been a lot.

Plus I've been staring at certain firefighters while watching 9-1-1 which hasn't helped the focus at all 😂

[powerfultenderness]

Hi sir/maam, respectfully, just wanted to drop in and say that i appreciate you. Writing is supposed to be fun so take your time. I know I'll be around when you upload. You're super cool! I hope you have a wonderful day :D

Ahh! Thank you so much!! 🥰

And thank you for always supporting me and being so patient! You have a wonderful day too! ❤

[tiredmetalenthusiast]

If you get this, i appreciate you and I'm glad to have met you here :D if you'd like, send this to some of your followers and i hope you receive some lovely messages back!

AHHH! I APPRECIATE YOU AND AM GLAD TO HAVE MET YOU TOO🫶🏻🖤!! I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING AN AMAZING DAY✨!

[lycheedr3ams]

könig can't help but get a hard-on when he sees you, his pretty wife, cooking for him. it doesn't matter what time of day, just seeing the care you put into making his food, the way your bite your lip in concentration while measuring ingredients or when you have to bend over to get something in the bottom cupboards

but könig would never disturb you while you're cooking. he understands you need to concentrate, and he honestly just loves watching you in your zone. you always see him staring at you out of the corner of your eye, that familiar predatory gaze mixed with lust that always makes you throb. you can't help but smile giddily and turn your head away so he doesnt see, because you know that if he sees, it's all over for you

while you're standing at the stove or mixing things, könig will kneel behind you and paw at your ass and hips. he'll groan when you make a little noise at his touches, but he'll shush you with gentle squeezes on your hips.

if you're wearing a skirt, könig will gently hike his hands up your soft thighs, making you a bit more hot and bothered than you thought you'd be while cooking. and while you're extra distracted with cooking, he'll gently shift your panties to the side to reveal your slick pussy. könig gently nudges your legs apart and parts your sticky folds. your scent hits his nose, and he swears he could come from that alone.

könig sticks his tongue out and laps firmly at your soaked folds, focusing on your pretty little clit. your sweet moans hit his ears and only spur him on. he listens intently as you cook, and if you stop cooking because he's making you feel too good, he'll gently slap your thighs to get you to keep cooking.

he makes you come, every single time. your legs shake and knees threaten to buckle as he gives you such a good orgasm while you're stirring the batter or cooking schniztel. könig licks the slick that was dripping down your thighs, and puts your panties back in place. he'll playfully slap your ass gently as he gets up from his knees and towers over you. he'll grin at you cheekily, all too proud of himself, your slick glistening on his stubbled chin and jaw, and he'll ask, "so, is it almost ready?"

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[whenyouwannafindlove]

Simon "Ghost" Riley

"Babysitting" @salsasvault

"I've nver cum before" @starstruckmiraclekitty

"Awake" @midnightcrw

"Ghost and his tiny gf" @mrsariariley

"Simon gets your inials tattooed" @scribbledghost

"" @starstruckmiraclekitty

"West Coast" "Brooklyn Baby" @audisive

"" @mall0ww

"clingy" @romanticintheory

"clumsy" @simonrillleyyysss

"Drunk Simon" @a66-1

"Napping with Simon" @theywhowriteandknowthings

"Jealous Simon" @sim0nril3y

"Jealous reader" @sim0nril3y

"Make Me Beg" @a-world-with0ut-dr34ms

"That Was a Close Call" @yeahjadefinitelyfeel

"This is...love?" @codtrashsammy

"Under My Skin" @spookypete-94

"" @shotmrmiller

"" part 2 @void-my-warranty

"You're a blonde" @justmywriting1313

"Love Language" @yeahjadefinitelyfeeldefinitelyfeel

"Little Vase" @midnightcrw

"Impossible relationship" @rhiaghostriley

"I Like Your Bike" @ellemaru

"Through Me (The Flood)" @peachesofteal

"Torture and Trust" @makethatelevenrings

"" @heavenbarnes

"Inexperienced pretty boy simon" @the-raindeer-king

"Ghost x plus-sized reader" @cumikering

"Thunder" @graphicpepsi

"simon loves you, he's just not the best at showing or saying it" @deunmiu-dessie

"Mama Riley" part 2 part 3 part 4

"my baby swingin'" @tojisun

"Protector" part 2 @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world

"Please, love me" part 2 @rowarn

"Smells like teen spirit" @tulipsbymybed

"" @starstruckmiraclekitty

"PrnstarSimon" @veritasangel

"Viral" @cutiecusp

"" @fishsinsareacknowledged

"single divorced dad! Simon" @ungodlybre

"Eye-catching" @sunshine-sunni

"marry me" @oceantornadoo

"ghost valentines day" @squiddy-god

"Little Miss" @opalopium

"Good Weird" @mysticalmallard

[goober8000]

könig fucking his fist while he’s away on a mission.

it’s so desperate and sloppy, but he misses you so much he doesn’t care how filthy it is.

he would jerk off to anything of yours he snuck with him. a picture, panties, something that smelled like you, anything.

könig would imagine that it’s your hand instead of his. he would mimic the techniques you usually used on him.

thumb swirling around his mushroomed tip, he let out a high pitched whine. he didn’t care who heard, he just needed to cum.

remembering all the intimate activities you both shared brought him closer to the edge.

he would remember the first time the two of you fucked, how desperate it was, how you both needed eachother more than anything in that moment. he remembered how your mouth felt around him, especially when you gave a practically hard suck. he would remember how you tasted and what it felt like having his head between your thighs.

it was too much, he was getting too lost in those memories. he didn’t realize how close he was until it was too late.

with a broken moan könig came. his cock twitching as his cum covered his gloved hand, some landing on his stomach.

after a moment of rest, he cleaned himself but before getting back to duty. this definitely won’t be the last time he jerks off thinking about you.

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@cumikering

[allllium]

🖤 Best Simon "Ghost" Riley Fics on Tumblr 🖤

Part One • Part Two • Part Three • Part Four

Fluff

° High

Gentle Hands

↳ @hyperactively-me

Unmasked Love [Dad Simon]

Homeward Bound

↳ @springtyme

Simon Taking Care of Reader

Physical Touch

Drabble [Dad Simon?]

Drabble [Dad Simon]

Drabble

Drabble

↳ @starstruckmiraclekitty

Drabble

Birthday Boy

Bimbo!Reader

↳ @yawnderu

Showering

Simon Buys You A Gift

↳ @stargirlrchive

° Simon Needing to Hold You After a Bad Day

Girl Dad [Dad Simon]

↳ @thexsilentxwordsmith

Soon

Smitten

↳ @tojisun

Physical Affection

Drabble

Curly Haired Gf

Laugh

↳ @sunsetsimon

Roommate!Simon

Baby

↳ @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world

Shocking

Sassy

↳ @lxvvie

° Soft Moments ~ @mockerycrow

Drunk!Reader [Mafia Simon] ~ @cordeliawhohung

Bone Tired ~ @tacticaldiary

Vulnerable ~ @velvetures

Headcannons ~ @thephant0menace

Taking off the Mask ~ @empresskylo

Picture-Perfect ~ @ghostaholics

Mockingbird [Dad Simon] ~ @bejeweledblondie

Fatherhood || [Dad Simon] ~ @lundenloves

° Melting ~ @qtboni

Casual Affection ~ @erosology

Lieutenant Ghost Hates Admitting hes Fallen for you ~ @shadowspromise

° Pregnancy [Dad Simon?] ~ @xmy-love-to-youx

Hush ~ @kivino

° Clingy Simon ~ @colonelarr0w

Dad!Simon [Dad Simon] ~ @aethelwyneleigh27

Husband Simon with a Baby [Dad Simon] ~ @ahqkas

The Dog Protects you [Dad Simon] ~ @the-froschamethyst4

Physical Touch ~ @prettyoatmeal

Dad!Simon [Dad Simon] ~ @ragingbookdragon

The Ghost Distribution System ~ @ghouljams

Too Good [Dad Simon] ~ @dammn-dean

° Just Play Along ~ @rileyslibrary

Sick!Simon ~ @suimon

Mood Swings, Cravings, and Breakdowns ~ @midnightcrw

Bathing ~ @dmitriene

Snow Angels... Kinda [Dad Simon] ~ @bagofshinyrocks

Sweet cheeks ~ @maskedmenmakemeferal

No Glass ~ @certifiedfreec

Simon as a Father ~ @circlebuttons

Drabble ~ @skyrigel

This Tornado Loves You ~ @ferritins

Ghost!Ghost ~ @idreaminphosphorescence

Plus-sized!Reader ~ @cumikering

Touching ~ @celestialprincesse

Tattoo Artist ~ @rememberwren

[sofasoap]

Te Amo

Summary: From the beginning, to the future.

Pairing : Alejandro Vargas x medic! F!Reader

Warning: M Rating, mention of injuries, hints of child/kid. hint of pregnancy. use of alcohol.

Author note : For @glitterypirateduck's Amor a Alejandro Challenge. I am not native Spanish speaker... I rely on my friends help and google.. please please let me know if there are any mistakes! And ... my first ever Alejandro fic. LOL.

“Colonel.”

“Doctor.” 

“Have a drink with me?” He offered. “Nothing too strong, I promise.” 

“Getting used to life here?” 

“Slowly, I love the people here. I can see why you and Rudy and the rest of the Los Vaqueros are fighting to protect this place.” You slowly took a sip of the liqueur, cocking your eyebrow as the hot burning sensation slowly slid down your throat. Alejandro chuckled at your expression.

“I thought you are used to strong alcohol with whisky.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s not that strong for me. I just… wasn’t expecting it. Since you said it’s nothing strong.” 

“Sorry.”

Footsteps and quiet chatting noises come and go outside his office as the two of you sip on the drink, in silence. 

“Thank you for your drink. I better get back to my report.” You drain the last bit of the alcohol, before standing up and taking your leave. “Doctor.”

“Mmm?” “Have a drink with me.. Every night?”

You paused. “Only because you're cute.” 

He laughed. 

“Doctor.” “Mmm? What is it? Colonel.” “Do you trust me?” “Of course.” you mumbled.  “Then sleep.” “Why?” 

“You look like you are about to drop onto the floor. Come on.” He opened his arm, pulling you into his lap. 

The whole room soon filled with your light snoring sound.

“Doctor.”

“Mmm.”

“Have a drink with me.. Every night?”

“Or the rest of your life?” You smiled. 

“I thought we already established that.” 

You chuckled. “ You assume so.” 

He cock his eyebrow. “I thought what I said to you last night was enough.”

“Maybe, maybe not.” You teased. 

“Colonel.”

“Mmm?”

“You should be more careful.” you sighed as you finished off the bandaging. 

“I know.” “The baby won’t be happy to know their Papa is coming home with another scar.”

“Sorry…” 

“....”

“Papa?”

“Colonel.” 

“Mmm.”

“Sleep.” You whispered.

“I can’t.” “You earned it. You've done enough. Time to rest.”

“ But…” you shushed him.

“Cariño. Rudy and the team will take care of the rest. You got nothing to worry about. Trust them.” 

“Mi vida.” 

“... mmm?” 

“Te amo.” “Love you too Ale. Love you too.” 

Tag list: @siilvan @gamergirlbones @writeforfandoms @nrdmssgs @cumikering @glitterypirateduck @deadbranch @roosterr @mini-metal @homicidal-slvt @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world

[kechiwrites]

meet cute with cpt. price in paris

You like sweet things. John can tell by the way you struggle to choose a baked good out of the clear glass display ahead of you. You hmm and ah, and the cashier must be your friend, or into you, or just plain patient, because all they do is laugh at your indecision, offer you options to prompt some decisiveness. John does his level best to keep his eyes above the waist as you bend over, taking a closer look at the pastries laid out before you. It's a struggle, when the stretchy cream fabric of your leggings cling to the span of your thighs and ass, bite into the soft flesh of your waist.

Still, he's rewarded for his efforts when you snap upright, as if you just remembered the growing line behind you, and turn to face him, pressing your soft-looking palms together in front of your face, apologizing in accented French. The skin he caught a peek of when your shirt rode up your back covers you all over, managing to look even softer where it drapes over the apples of your cheeks, the soft jut of your lips.

You repent, but you still haven’t made a decision, and as much as John likes to ogle you, he has a meeting to get to.

"It's fine." he assures you in English, and he thinks he smiles when your brows shoot up in surprise. He isn't sure.

He's a bit out of practice.

"The muffins are good. If you like those." He offers and tries not to tense up too terribly when you let your gaze meander over his body shamelessly, head to toe, before you amble back up again, meeting his eyes.

"Muffins." you repeat simply, lingering on his face, lips curled at the corners like you’re thinking of something particularly amusing. Maybe it's John you find so funny.

He doesn't mind that.

“Magne-toi!" A man sneers behind them and when you grimace, and your shoulders sag, John takes great pleasure in turning at a glacial pace, to use every inch of his height to look over the impatient patron, glaring with his full might, till the man cowers in silence.

"Thank you." You mumble, and when John redirects his attention to you, your expression is odd, your brows raised high on your forehead while your mouth is pressed tight together, like you’re fending off a smile.

"Don't mention it."

He cajoles you into letting him pay for your orders, committing the sound of your name to memory as the barista scribbles it on to the beige paper cup.

You invite him to sit with you, share the muffin he'd advised you get, and a pit in his stomach forms when he has to deny you, has to, run now, back to work, but he promises to keep you company again another time, over drinks or dinner or a movie at his place, watches you type your number into his phone with both hands.

It isn't until he's across the street, turning back to stare at you in the coffee shop's window that he sips at his drink, recoiling at the saccharine taste, thick, rich, scalding hot chocolate where black coffee with one sugar should be.

He turns the cup for inspection, and is greeted with the scrawl of your name instead of his own.

He isn't sure why, but he takes it into the office with him, keeps it on his desk until it's ice cold. He doesn't take another sip.

But the sweetness lingers the rest of the day.

everyone say thank u to @cumikering's f1 price.

[constantmourning]

John 'Soap' MacTavish Headcanons (SFW/NSFW)

Warnings: 18+!! MINORS DNI! The page break splits the sfw and nsfw headcanons up! Not proofread as I have No Friends Syndrome :( So, sorry if there are mistakes!

A/N: I was gonna post my fic i've been working on for forever before this, but the fic isn't done yet and I wanted to take a break to write these. This is for @cumikering Hope you enjoy these!

Is best boyfriend tbh.

CANNOT keep his hands to himself... If you are near, he is all over you. Not anything 'inappropriate' or 'unprofessional'. He's just genuinely very touchy and likes holding your hand or touching the small of your back while standing beside you.

You, him, and Gaz are total menaces when together honestly.

Staying up late doing menace like things around base. Like singing inappropriate songs as loudly as possible as if no one is listening.

Sadly, Price and Ghost are listening...

You and Ghost get along so well, almost too well. Will tell horrible dad jokes and Soap is dying. Please give him a break.

Will kill and die for you.

He isn't jealous, he trusts you and knows you wouldn't do anything to hurt him.

However, he can be very protective of you. If someone even looks at you sideways he is ready to fight.

PLEASE play with his hair! Especially if you're just chilling together?? Play with that man's mohawk, he's begging.

Will kill to just be able to rest his head on your chest while you play with his hair, bonus points if you softly hum or sing while he does this.

Gets very Scottish when excited, but is very willing to translate whatever the fuck he's talking about if you aren't' completely sure what he's saying.

Now onto the Spicy Stuff

Literally so handsy. You thought he was handsy before? Get ready, when that bedroom door shuts, he is on you instantly.

Very skilled with his hands tbh... He knows what he's doing!

If you are shy, he will playfully tease you. Nothing too severe, but he does like to tease you a lot.

ESPECIALLY- especially when he's going down on you and you look away. He will pull back and tease the shit out of you for that.

"Oh, you gotta look at me, I gotta know you feel good~" He says, in a tone that is so fucking hot but you can't help but want to swat at him.

Is down for... A LOT. Will literally try most things at least once.

Super enthusiastic about things if you seem to enjoy it.

If you aren't enthusiastic about it, or seem very... Uncomfortable he is sure to check in on you!

Super big on aftercare! Need to pee? He will carry you to the bathroom. Need a shower, a rag, anything to clean up? He will get it, and help you clean up!

Will lay with you for however long you want after sex. He isn't one to just fuck and leave, at least not most of the time.

Quickies are okay, but he likes fucking or making love a lot more than a quickie.

So sweet and loving. I need him carnally.

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Keegan P. Russ for @cumikering, who requested checks notes something manwhorish

Disclaimer: this is my own model for him because I don't have one and I just made everything up but she is happy with it so... slutty manwhore

<3

[powerfultenderness]

Not a request but a suggestion Miss Author!

I've been loving your fics 'bout Neighbor! Konig and Civilian!y/n. Gosh I can't help but feel like diabetes has slapped me tenfold. Buttt I saw thiiss one and I can't help but ponder Damn he'd do this shi frfr.

I mean LOOK: https://www.tumblr.com/blueparadis/761405680000417792?source=share

Anyways keep up the good work and live you and your works!!!

Aw, thank you!

(highlighted text: "A man who lets a woman wear his hat indicates that he's interested in seeing more of her- and if she takes it off him, it means that she'd like to take off some other attire, too")

Yea, our sweet little neighbor definitely get's special treatment from König, and is the only person who could get away with stealing his mask!

(Fluffy little blurb under cut! ❤)

This man! 

You narrowed your eyes at König, nose scrunching up and lips pursed together, as you stared him down. 

“What?” He asked with a head tilt, his eyes shifting slightly with worry.

It was his eyes that gave it away. He had beautiful blue eyes, yes, but they were extra striking today. And that’s when you noticed the difference.

“Are you…” You closed the distance between you a bit, just enough to step into his space. 

König swallowed a lump in his throat when you brought your hand up, the backs of your knuckles brushing against his chest until your fingers toyed with the edge of his mask. 

“-wearing a mask under your mask?!”

He usually scrubbed his face clean of any eye black before he went home, he usually pulled his balaclava or gaiter off before he walked into the building. But today, for whatever reason he hadn’t (“whatever reason” being that he was rushing home because you had asked him to help you get back in training shape). 

He saw the wicked grin that pulled your lips up, his eyes drooping and heart thumping because you were looking at him like that, and when your fingers gripped the sniper hood he usually wore (though less and less around you), he couldn’t move fast enough to stop you even if he wanted to. 

You pulled, only because at this point you were certain of his second mask, and the black material floated down, landing on your shoulder. 

He blinked at you, half his face still hidden under a gaiter pulled up just under his eyes. You’d seen that much of his face before, he took off his hood to drive, after all, but it still felt like you were seeing him without a shirt. (or rather, you’d seen him without a shirt more than you’d seen him without a mask!). 

Your grin widened at how stunned he looked, then you quickly pulled the hood over your own face. “I’m the König now!” You laughed and took a few steps back, out of his immediate reach.

König, catching up with your playfulness, grinned under the mask that was still on his face. “Well, now I’m not going to go easy on you, darling.” And he rushed forward, chasing you as you ran around his flat, laughing and giggling when he pulled you to his chest.

[Neighbor König masterlist]

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Avatar Twitter AU Pt. 9

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So this part might have a bit of Lo’ak slander 🧍‍♀️ just the tiniest bit

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[lycheedr3ams]

a broken man

konig x fem!reader (established relationship) warnings: low self-worth, mentions of war crimes, angst, mentions of smut, comfort, canon-typical violence mentioned

konig would never admit it, but the hardest part of your relationship for him was when you two made love.

you were the opposite of everything he had ever known. you weren't steel or kevlar or bullets or bombs or knives or war paint, you weren't screams in his ear telling him to just kill, nor were you the dead weight in his hands as his dead comrades' bodies were. you weren't the ringing in his ears after alarms went off, you weren't the blood that splattered his clothes, you weren't the empty darkness of his room as he lie awake each night, dreading what he'd see when he'd close his eyes. you weren't the scars on his chest or the bullet wounds in his back. you weren't the words that tore him down and made him look behind his shoulder whenever others were whispering.

instead, you were light. you were the warmth that welcomed him each day, the softness that invited him into yourself. you were the blanket wrapped around him, the warm hugs, the tender kisses. you were the one to bandage his wounds, the one to kiss them away. you were the soft hands that caressed his back, the gentle voice that wished him good morning, the soft hand that wrapped around his own calloused one. you were the one who smiled at him, laughed with him, loved him. you were the sweet words in his ear, playful love bites, a warm meal in somewhere he finally called home. your eyes were the ones that reflected love and comfort, not disdain or fear like everyone else he had known. you were the thing that kept his heart beating. no, even more than that, you were the one who gave his heart life again, long after he ever thought he could feel it beat again.

and that is all the reason why making love was so hard for him. after all the pain, loss, bloodshed, suffering, and nightmares he'd caused, the absolute last thing he thought he deserved was your warm, soft body letting him consume every part of you. your sweet moans in his ear contrasted so much the bloodcurdling screams he heard far more often, the weight he felt in his hands was your breasts and not bodies he dragged back to camp. your wetness guided and invited him in, so different from the wetness he felt in his eyes far too often when he was alone.

he knew he didn't deserve you. how could a broken man like him, one who escaped war criminal conviction for things he didn't want to do, deserve the only angel on earth? the same hands that gripped knives and guns and bombs also caressed the skin of a seraph, his bloodstained hands tainting the most pure, divine thing in existence. some days, konig swore he could see marks from his bloodstained hands on you. the same mouth that screamed and yelled and barked orders was the one that cooed into your ear how beautiful you were, how good you were for him, how he loved you. the same back that had been covered in body armor was the one naked to you, the same skin that he welcomed to be clawed by the least ferocious thing on earth.

konig never imagined how such a broken man like him could ever end up with you, the opposite of everything he had ever known. a broken man did not deserve a woman like you. but there you were underneath of him, moaning and pulling him in and begging for more. a broken man didn't deserve you, but you loved him anyway.

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[nrdmssgs]

Activision doesn't understand, how Russian language works

Spoilers to CoD MW3 below the cut.

@sofasoap @siilvan @cumikering @stag-beetle-wastaken @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot be my guests.

First and most important: this rant is not aimed to 'make Russian culture great again'. I am not offended as a representative of some cultural or linguistic group. But as a member of gaming community, I feel, as if Activision... kinda didn't give a flying f about the gaming experience, that they are trying to sell me for 60 Euros. And I can't say, I like this feeling.

Second: I will be criticizing some approaches to language, that I will never criticize in fanfiction. Because you guys are doing it for free, for the sake of having fun. So I will be ok with you just straight using Google translate to write e.g. Nikolais lines in Russian. Because you never ask me to pay 60 Euros for the right to read your works. With that being mentioned, lets roll!

Activision doesn't pay attention to their own script, when it comes to Russian lines

Ok, this is a major issue. Because Activision sometimes gives completely different information in character line and in the subtitles. And it is not some minor information, we are talking about major plot details!

Let's just watch 20 seconds of a playthrough (time code 8:44)

Pay attention closely to how Makarov starts his monologue after Nolan says "Its an honor, commander". Makarovs subtitles say 'four years', when Makarov says something like 'shest let'. "four" in Russian is "chetyre", "six" is "shest`". These words sound nothing alike! And to check this, you literally need 5 seconds on google translate! Here, Activision, I did your work for you and I don't even ask for 60 freaking Euros! You learn these numbers on your second-third lesson of Russian 101!

There are ways to fix this scene. There are even ways to do it without reshooting Julian (because ok, I get it, maybe he costs so much, that all our 60 Euros purchases would never help Activision to economically recover...). All you need is to ask him to record TWO WORDS!

Activision doesn't care for wording even in the simplest proverbs

You remember a saying "enemy of my enemy is my friend"? I mean, of course you do, even John Price remembers it! And you know, who forgot this saying? Activision did! Because honest to god, I was very happy with our new Yuri, until he produced this ominous linguistic construction... (time code 56:10)

And if you think, it sounds just a tad off in English... Well, in Russian this sounds, as if a Colonel, a man, who spent tenths of years constantly communicating with soldiers, superiors, officials, started learning Russian... a month ago.

This is an international proverb, it exists in many languages! Now this is a safe case to use an automatic translator! It gives you a very simple answer.

But for some mysterious reason, Activision writes their strange line, translate to russian and find a poor-working synonym so that Yuri doesn't say 'opponent' twice... And in the end it kinda still makes sense, but this whole phrase sounds so off!! You never choose this sick long, overloaded wording for a proverb, that you literally learn at school. They just make it look like zarin is already there and it affects Yuri heavily.

This is just one example, but in reality, almost every Makarovs monologue sounds very strangely formulated. I just got you one example, but believe me, this is a systematic issue here. And the strangest thing is that all their errors are so easy to fix, but they never bothered!

Activision doesn't care for how Russian sounds

Ok, this is not a rant against Julian Kostov. The guy does his wor absolutely gorgeous! He steals every scene, where he appears, and I have nothing, but respect for him. However... Russian is a complicated language. For real. It is full of long words, with many unfamiliar for European ear sounds. It is not only difficult to understand it - it is complicated even to imitate it.

Now apparently Julian knows Russian to some extent just because of his origin and age. But that doesn't save him from swallowing some letters, syllables, sometimes even big parts of words. And when it happens in almost every line of his character - it becomes an issue. An issue, when even Russian-speaker has to read subtitles to understand, what is going on in a scene with two Russian characters!

This whole scene is a nightmare (time code 1:42:54). Replaced letters, disappearance of parts of words, strange accents - they collected a bingo on this one.

And I dont blame actors here! Because on every shooting there is a director - a guy, who is responsible for how overall scene will look and sound in the end. There is always a possibility to find someone, who actually speaks the language and make them sit and listen! And if there are many issues with pronunciation revealed - you just come to your actors and say 'guys, you did amazing jobs, we are so happy to work with you. Now can we please do another shot and pay attention to these lines of yours?'.

And believe me, it is ok to have multiple shots for ingame cutscenes! Actors are ok with that! I don't ask for a perfect pronunciation, I just ask Activision to make sure, their characters don't sound as if they are speaking gibberish!

The most strange part here is that there are super-clean lines in game as well! Milena spoke with accent too, but she sounded clear! Some NPCs sounded perfect!

So Im sorry, but at the end of the day - this your most accurate Russian character by Activision. Because he chose to speak English.