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Who am I? – Poppy. she/they. 31. bisexual trash gremlin w/ a caffeine addiction. @gloomwitchtales is my personal blog.
ao3 // taglist // personal tumblr
Missed Hints (Thorin Oakenshield x Female Reader)
Misunderstanding (Thorin Oakenshield x Female Reader)
Mint & Stone (Thorin Oakenshield x Female Reader) ... coming soon
Rainy Reunion (Aragorn x Female Reader)
Burnt Bread (Éomer x Female Reader)
Gentle Dark (Haldir x Female Reader)
A Sudden Spark (Éomer x Female Reader)
We Won’t Be Missed (Legolas x Female Elf Reader)
An Unexpected Catch (Boromir x Female Reader)
Untitled Captain Rex ... coming soon
Untitled Din Djarin ... coming soon
Untitled Hunter (Bad Batch) ... coming soon
Dark Knowledge Masterlist (Miraak x Hermaeus Mora x Female Reader)
Ink & Needle Masterlist (Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female Reader)
Dangerous Pursuit Masterlist (Captain John Price x Female Reader)
Imagines & What If Main Masterlist (Task Force 141)
Locker Room: Part One // Part Two // Simon's POV (Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female Reader)
Second Act Masterlist (Task Force 141 Masked Metal Band AU)
A Brute, Brute Heart (Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female Reader)
Thinking Of Series: Knight // Viking // Hacker // Hitman // Pub Owner // (Summer) Olympics // (Winter) Olympics // Regency // PornStar // Gladiator // BlueCollar // Bodyguard // RockStar // MMAFighter
Untitled Simon "Ghost" Riley Post-Apocalyptic AU ... coming soon
Winter 2023 Collection Masterlist
Fluffuarry 2024 Masterlist (Star Wars Edition)
Spring 2024 Collection Masterlist
Summer 2024 Collection Masterlist
1k Follower Event Masterlist
3.5k Follower Spooky Bingo Masterlist
Kinktober 2024
masterlist banners: created using Canva profile picture: taken & edited by gloomwitchwrites profile banner: taken & edited by gloomwitchwrites (oracle cards from Threads of Fate)
#the hobbit fanfiction#the hobbit smut#lotr fanfiction#lotr smut#star wars smut#star wars fanfiction#skyrim fanfiction#skyrim smut#cod smut#cod fanfiction#call of duty smut#call of duty fanfiction#gloomwitchwrites#masterlist
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You ever read fanfic so god tier you have to wait for real life to load back in so you spend half the day doing tasks with that dead look in your eye, replaying all your favorite moments?
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Author reccomendations?
if you haven't already, please check out these authors !
@ink-n-shadow; wonderful writer, and an even better friend ! my blog aesthetic is heavily inspired by hers, and her works are truly a wonder to read. she's the one who helps me get my ideas up and running, and makes sure i'm never broken.
Favorite work/series: demon!ghost x broken angel!reader (full series in her masterlist)
@simonrillleyyysss; jordi's masterlist is always there when i need something soft and sweet (and sometimes sexy). even if i've burned through each work, she's always there to make me feel just as giddy <3
Favorite work/series: simon x crybaby!reader (though her nikto works are DELICIOUSSS)
@starsofang; such a sweetheart to talk to !!! her works (esp her series !!) are so super emotional and heart-touching, and so so well written. i'm never a series fan, but i'm on the edge of my seat for her stuff. please send her love !!
Favorite work/series: Change of Heart; hitman!ghost x reader (full series in her masterlist)
@v1x3n; angst GODDESS... genuinely makes my heart hurt so bad it's insane how good she is. also has a very big masterlist in multiple fandoms for you to go through and enjoy (i certainly have...).
Favorite work/series: TF141 SMAU
@gloomwitchwrites; the most welcoming member of this community i've met, poppy has been for me since day 1. genuinely the sweetest person i've ever met, and their works are to die for. very consistent writer for TF141 headcannons too.
Favorite work/series: TF141 Imagines & What-If's
to these writers -- hi !! hello !!!! i love you all, and please continue writing. you and your works are truly beloved by me and many others. much love to you all !! <3
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MDNI
Biting Simon because you can't help yourself.
Shout-out to @gloomwitchwrites for this wonderful idea <3
The room feels heavier with the quiet between you; the only sound is the soft breaths you share and the low conversation happening on the TV. He watched his game while you read. His arm is stretched out wrapped around you, the veins prominent under his skin, pulsing with heat. Everything about him drives you crazy. You grab his wrist and press your lips against it, feeling the warmth beneath, grazing your teeth lightly across his skin.
He hums, head leaning in your direction, eyes still on the TV. You take that as a blessing to continue. You hesitate for just a moment before biting down a little harder. He takes a deep, long breath in, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, his muscles tense, tendon flexing on your tongue.
You leave a trail of kisses up his arm; wrist to forearm to the inside of his elbow to the middle of his bicep.
You look up at him, lips curled into the slightest smile. You run soft fingers where you want to bite. It's sensitive, warm, and your teeth hover there for a second before you give in, sinking in just enough to feel the resistance beneath.
"Go harder,"
He breathes, and you do, biting down with more force, testing how much he can take.
The air gets heavy, your heart beating hard. You close your jaws just enough to leave a sharper imprint, waiting for his signal. His breathing is deeper, heavier. His muscles tense up.
"That's good,"
His attention is fully on you now, pulling his mask off. Dark brown eyes make your stomach do flips.
You stay there, your teeth pressing into his skin, the sensation electric between you. Slowly, you release, pulling away just enough to see the indent of your teeth marked into his flesh. Saliva clings to your lips and drips down onto his arm. The imprint of you is there- tangible, undeniable.
Leaning down, you lick the wetness from his skin, his breath gets heavy. Your lips follow, kissing the mark you left, soothing what you bit.
Before you can process it, he moves, flipping you onto your knees, bent over on the couch. He yanks off your bottoms, spreading you apart.
"Fuckin' soaked,"
He grunts, pulling his thick cock out of his joggers, slapping his fat head against your slick folds. He huffs in amusement when you beg him to fuck you when he teases your hole with his tip.
He doesn't give you time to open up for him, pressing his hips against your ass, he enjoys the way you gasp and whine under him. You nearly blackout when he pulls your hips flush against his when you try to pull away,
"Don't run now. This is what you wanted, right?"
He leans over, bicep curling around your face, cradling you as he hovers above. His forehead pressed against your shoulder. You can feel the strength in his arm, the heat of him surrounding you.
Your teeth find his arm again, instinct taking over as you bite down, harder this time. The response from him is immediate a sharp intake of breath, a low sound rumbling from his chest. His body moves in rhythm against yours, each movement intensifying the connection between the two of you, the sensation of your bite growing deeper with every pulse of tension between you.
The world narrows to this arm under your teeth, your lips against his skin. You cry into his bicep, whines muffled by the muscle. His breathing grows heavier, matching yours. When you close your jaws more he snaps his hips forward, he hisses,
"Harder."
Your teeth threaten to break skin at this point. He fucks into you until you come, quivering around him until he pumps into you, softly biting the crook of your neck.
It's quiet save for the soft hum of the TV in the background. You pull your head away, lips wet, the indent of your teeth etched into his skin. You kiss the mark softly, which makes his spent cock jump inside you,
"Let's do the other arm too, hm?"
#FINALLY FUCKING WROTE SOMETHING#short stuff#imagines#simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley x you#simon ghost x reader#ghost x you#simon ghost x you#ghost x reader#ghost x y/n#simon riley x y/n
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can you recommend any COD fics? I’ve become interested
Thank you so much for asking me this question!
It turns out that I have a lot of fic recs… I just kept adding and adding to the list. Putting this together took like two days because I just kept going and going 🤣
There are smut links below - I didn’t bother labeling them specifically, so preceded with caution. As usual, read all of the respective author’s warnings before reading their work!
Also, I tried not to tag anyone twice but I probably missed some doubles. If any links are broken, please let me know!
Alejandro Vargas
Pros & Cons - @homicidal-slvt
Best Friend’s Dad - @allemantheias
NSFW Alphabet - @ghostsvacuumcleaner
Kyle “Gaz” Garrick
Whiskers & Wishes - @sageyxbabey
Break Up With Your Toxic Boyfriend - @gloomwitchwrites
Baby It’s Cold Inside - @kyletogaz
Cold Hands, Warm Hearts - @soapsgf
Better Not to Know (ch. 1) - @random-thot-generator
Simon “Ghost” Riley
I’m So In Love With You - @nomadstucky
Break Up With Your Toxic Boyfriend- @/gloomwitchwrites
Please, Love Me - @/rowarn
Through Me (The Flood) - @/peachesofteal
Ex!Husband Simon - @oceantornadoo
Baby, It’s Cold Inside - @kyletogaz
Plane Crash - @ceilidho
Simon’s Girl - @audisive
Ghost & his tiny gf - @/ramagallery
Roommate!Simon - @schrodingerscougar
Snappy Reader - @lovelyghst
Ex-Husband!Simon - @cntloup
Simon Riley x Soap’s Sister - @seresinhangmanjake
Period Sex w/ Simon - @cntloup
New Year’s Fireworks - @i-am-hungry-24-7
Love Language - @yeahjadefinitelyfeel
Simon’s Love - @tojisun
John “Soap” MacTavish
Break Up With Your Toxic Boyfriend - @/gloomwitchwrites
Enamored - @/rowarn
Soulmate AU - @all-purpose-dish-soap
Second Chance - @bookbrokelibrarian
Virgin x Soap - @/captainfern
Johnny Has Amnesia - @manticore-fangs
Safe Word - @lunarw0rks
An Interesting Errand - @mi-i-zori
Captain John “Bravo-6” Price
Good Fences - @the-californicationist
The first chapter of the “Good Fences” Fluffubury series. I’ll list the next few chapters below. This is one of my favorite Captain Price stories, it’s so good! 🥰
Good Fences / ch. 2
Good Fences / ch. 3
Break Up With Your Toxic Boyfriend - @/gloomwitchwrites
The Ocean - @peachesofteal
The Neighbor - @ivymarquis
Stay Away - @captainfern
Bear Shifter! Price (part 1) - @/ceilidho
Phillip Graves
You’re Being Detained - @writersdrug
The House Sitter - @shadowlali
Overstimulation w/ Graves - @/captainfern
My Favorite - @aphrodisiaxcunt
König
Experience - @rowarn
Bad Boyfriend - @lunarw0rks
All of the 141
Just Like Dad - @/gloomwitchwrites
Sex Pollen - @shotmrmiller
Self Esteem - @waiting-so-long
Showering With the 141 - @mushies-stories
Drunk Reader (Part 1) - @mushies-stories
Reader w/ Amnesia - @bookbrokelibrarian
Love Bites - @l0velylecter
Reactions to you flinching - @empresskylo
Controversially Younger GF - @sweet-as-an-angel
Author Recommendations
Author Recs - (courtesy of @/captainfern)
#cod fanfic#penguin recommended#fic rec#fanfic recommendation#fanfic rec#john soap mctavish#captain john price#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#alejandro vargas#könig cod#john soap mctavish x reader#john price x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader
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FIC RECS MASTERLIST
I wanted a place to share all my favorite works in this community and find them again- please check these all out 🥰 and check back here too, because this will definitely be getting added to 😁
Lord of the Rings- Multiple/All Characters
You’re in the Fellowship and the Hobbits Have a Crush On You- @wordbunch
How You First Met- @rivendell-poet
Cuddling With Them- @princessofgondor
The Fellowship + Romance- @ironmandeficiency
How You Look After the Hobbits When They're Sick- @wordbunch
The Fellowship With an Oblivious-to-Flirting Tenth Walker- @rivendell-poet
The Fellowship Around Their Crush- @live-laugh-legolas
Lord of the Rings- Single Character
Histories and Legacies- Eowyn x GN!Reader- @tobylix-blog
Pippin x F!Human!Reader- @r0se1111
Your Own Stars- Arwen x F!Reader- @friendship-ditch
Gentle Dark- Haldir x F!Elf!Reader- @gloomwitchwrites
Sugar and Cinnamon- Eowyn x F!Reader- @friendship-ditch
I Forgive You- Eomer x GN!Reader- @wild-lavender-rose
Eowyn SFW Alphabet- @wordbunch
Platonic Aragorn x Writer!Reader- @heliads
My Sweet Girl- Eowyn x F!Maid!Reader- @welikeimagines-andfandoms
The Hobbit- Multiple/All Characters
Ways Thorin’s Company Remember You On Their Journey- @brainrotbabe24
Thorin’s Company’s Favorite Slang (Humor)- @welikeimagines-andfandoms
Kissing the Mirkwood Elves- @theelvenhaven
Cuddling With Thorin's Company- @kilibaggins
The Hobbit- Single Character
Courting Thorin Would Include- @ghostwholikesghosting
How Was Your Day?- Dis x F!Human!Reader (Smut)- @filiswingman
Chamomile Tea- Sigga (Dwarf OC) x F!Human!Reader (Fluff)- @filiswingman
Loving Stares- Bofur x F!Reader- @andinthedarknessbindthem
Apple of My Eye- Ori x F!Reader- @i-did-not-mean-to
Bard x Mermaid!Reader- @welikeimagines-andfandoms
Dressed to the Nines- Bilbo x GN!Dwarrow!Reader-@immawriteyouthings
#lord of the rings#the hobbit#lotr x reader#the hobbit x reader#lotr imagines#the hobbit imagines#tolkien#tolkien fandom#lotr fanfiction#the hobbit fanfiction#others’ works#others’ ocs
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Ghost fics by other creators
Red= dark fic
Orange- fem reader
Green- g/n Reader
Purple- male reader
? - I’m not exactly sure
(I’ll keep adding DONT get mad bc there may be more than others..)
Goth reader - @v1x3n
Meeting Soap - @lovifie
Mermay - @pieckyghost (Johnny included)
Chain breakers - @bunnys-kisses
New recruit - @batfleshh
Tamed - @batfleshh
Lieutenant ghost - @ltash
Ink and needle - @gloomwitchwrites
Older boyfriend - @afatkidclub ?
Simon and his cat - @xoxunhinged
Self aware Simon - @puff0o0
Childhood bsf - @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries
Enemy’s? - @v1x3n ?
House of the rising sun - @vanderilnde ?
Late night visits - @batfleshh
Open the door to another door - @spicyspiders
Hours in silence - @sarahs-secrets2
Bury me beneath the basswood tree - @vanderilnde (Johnny included)
Ghost buster - @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries
Through me- @peachesofteal
Bimbo Reader x Ghost - @tojisun
Poking - @ninothebirb
I’ve got u sunshine - @lostquinn
Gold rush- @midnightarcheress fem reader
Wedding headcannons - @azereus (gaz included)
Affection - @batfleshh
Bunny Reader x Ghost - @pieckyghost
Mermaids - @peachesofteal fem reader
Only dinner - @astroknottt
Dumb cat - @writingoddess1125
Queens guard - @danibee33 fem reader
You fall asleep on him - @witchthewriter (tf141 included)
Rigor mortis - @b33zlebubz fem reader
Bimbo Reader - @yawnderu
Pictures he sends you - @cntloup
Simon being a light sleeper- @ghvst-ing
He saves u from creeps - @cntloup
Times you made him cry - @rodolfoparras
Bigger - @batfleshh
It’s a match! - @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries (tf141 included)
Take it all - @vivwritescrappythings
Him being vulnerable - @midnightcrw
Ur angry - @rodolfoparras
Idk how to title this.. - @shuosen
Bunny Reader x Ghost - @pieckyghost
Barracks bunny - @fortheb0ys
Zombie ghost - @simp4konig
Ghost backstory - @waiting-so-long
Whipped Simon - @c3berus
Dividers by - @cafekitsune
Header by - Pinterest
#ray blogs🤍#soaps used urn#cod x male reader#simon riley x reader#gn reader#fem reader#male reader#simon ghost riley smut#simon riley fluff#simon ghost riley#simon riley x male reader#simon riley x female reader#simon riley x gn reader
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Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley Pt.2 …💀
Lt. Riley Recs Part 1 | main masterlist📌
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Bodyguard!Simon by @inkbybambi
Single Dad Ghost x Baker!Reader by @xoxoells
Baker Simon by @fishsinsareacknowledged
Roadburn by @vivwritescrappythings
Teach Him to Cook by @the-melancholic-human
Ex-Husband Ghost by @stargatenova
Simon Has A Home by @dmitriene
A Ride You’ll Never Forget by @thexsilentxwordsmith
Just Like Dad by @gloomwitchwrites
Ghost Goes Viral by @actionnerdgamerlove
Traitors Among Us by @dawnwriterimagines
Dilf!Simon Pt.1 and Pt.2 by @nighttimealone
Café Oasis by @arrloww
Professor!Simon Riley x Professor!Reader by @idyllcy
Boydad!Simon by @kismetarchive
Natural by @kyletogaz
Bartender!Ghost x Waitress!Reader Masterlist by @writersdrug
Good girl. My girl
Dividers by @cafekitsune
#undercover-smutlover#call of duty#modern warfare#cod smut#task force 141#lieutenant simon riley#ghost#simon riley#lieutenant#favorite fics#fic recs#fluff#slow burn#smut#angst#x reader
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Fandom Friday, 10/18: Fanfiction
Hello again, everyone…and welcome to another installment of Fandom Friday, the two-post series where I go off to find new and interesting fanworks that might need a bit more visibility.
Before we begin, I would just like to drop the reminder that I will take a two-week break after this; half to catch up on my own fanfics, and half to look for a complete list of 10 Star Wars stories to boost into the ether. In other words, I've got a lot of work to do, so yep...I'll most likely see you all in November, if all goes well.
And so, without further delay, here are my picks of the week.
THE CLONE WARS
The Clone Wars Fanfiction--By @annoyinglyhardsong:
The Clone Wars Fanfiction--By @ladysongmaster:
THE BAD BATCH
The Bad Batch Fanfiction--By @ilovecatsandbaking:
The Bad Batch Fanfiction--By @nahoney22:
AHSOKA
Ahsoka Fanfiction--By @gloomwitchwrites:
THE MANDALORIAN
The Mandalorian Fanfiction--By @nobedofroses:
The Mandalorian Fanfiction--By @notgonnaedit:
CROSSING THE FANDOM STREAMS
Crossover Fanfiction (Doctor Who/Star Wars)--By @rooksunday:
In conclusion, as part of my mission to poke around the Star Wars fandom and, on Friday every two weeks, highlight those writers who might otherwise go unnoticed…I hope you will check out the links I have included for yourselves and like, comment on, and reblog them, as well as also giving the writers a few more followers to their Tumblr pages.
Please also like and reblog this latest installment so that these links can be spread around to as many other fans as possible, just in case not all of them can tune in at the same time.
An additional thank you goes to @djarrex for making the divider I used earlier in this post, but still want to give credit for.
And finally, so that I do not forget…thank you to my friends, thank you to this fandom, good afternoon, and good luck.
No Pressure Tags: @melymigo @algo-o-nada @theosb0rnway @everybirdfellsilent @skellymom
@leos-multifandom-corner @maggie-dylan @leenabb104104 @gun-roswell @tazmbc1
@bluedeedeedoop @its-time-to-rise-above @tlmtwelve @snoowply and anybody else who might be on the lookout for new SW fanfiction.
#star wars#starwarsblr#fandom friday#star wars fanfiction#the clone wars#the bad batch#ahsoka#the mandalorian#doctor who crossover#the clone wars fanfiction#the bad batch fanfiction#ahsoka fanfiction#the mandalorian fanfiction#ahsoka tano#be excellent to each other#party on dudes
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You were made for him, and he for you. In that tiny room, you knew.
I am just in love with everything this man has done for me today, even while all I can think about is being under him.
More couch straddling, more easy make out session, extremely thoughtful impromptu breakfast date, promises of a tattoo.
I think it's so early and I don't want to know what roadblocks are going to be put in our way because three years was enough, I tell you. Enough.
I need to be in this man's bed. Stat.
Tattoo Artist Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female Reader
Chapter Specific Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): canon-typical swearing, kissing / making out, heavy suggestive themes, teasing / flirting, Simon being boyfriend material, slightly possessive Simon
Word Count: 5.6k
A/N: Part Seven of Ink & Needle
You meet Simon at 141 Ink in the morning as promised. Tension ensues. An unplanned date commences.
Chapter Six // Chapter Eight
ao3 // taglist // main masterlist // ink & needle masterlist
Spiderwebs are delicate, intricate things. They are works of art that kill, trapping and tangling their prey within their glossy strings. Beautiful. Deadly.
Simon is a spiderweb. Has been since the moment you met him at Riot Room. His dark allure drew you in until you stuck and went with him into that green room. Then, he devoured you to the point of ruin.
No other touch has lived up to his. It doesn’t matter that it has been three years and you’ve tried to find him in so many different people. Not one could ever be him. No one could ever touch or worship you like he had in Riot Room’s basement.
Your wraith. Ghost. Simon. Who, after all this time, still thinks about you. Still craves you to the point of near obsession.
Have you not thought about me? Not once? Because I’ve thought of you. Every day.
Simon’s words are phantoms. They haunt you, clinging to you the rest of the day and well into bed when you stared at the ceiling and replayed his words in your head. Your response to those sweetened bullets was no lie. You’ve thought about him often, wanted to know where he was and what he was doing with his life.
Now you know. And yet it doesn’t feel complete. There are so many hollow sections to your wraith. But that hardly matters because the two of you are constantly in orbit of the other. Tied by a teether or maybe gravity. Spinning toward each other until the smaller mass succumbs to the greater object.
The two of you are moving dangerously close to a collision.
Which is why your hands nervously tug on the ends of your sleeves outside 141 Ink. You promised Simon you’d come see him in the morning, and here you are. And you do want to see him, to speak to him, to slide into his lap and feel his lips again.
Yesterday’s kisses roll up to the forefront of your mind, taking root in the cervices of your brain. Memory surfaces, causing your cheeks to heat. It is the recollection of his warm but rough hand in yours, of how his arms wrapped around you in a perfect embrace, and the taste of him that you never forgot and longed to keep exploring.
And what if I wanted it to be more? What if I still want it to be more?
Simon wants this to be more. He desires a relationship beyond what the two of you had in Riot Room. You felt it then, creeping into your bones and senses until it was an all-consuming sensation that made you bolt. Even then, you knew.
Now, the idea sounds wonderful. Beautiful. Terrifying.
The door to 141 Ink is shut. The lights are off. The front of the building is a deep purple in color, almost black in appearance like an eggplant. The door itself is black with the 141 Ink logo in the center above a small window on the bottom half. It’s an odd place for a window, but Simon has a dog, Bravo, and it’s likely for him.
Above the storefront are two levels of old red brick. There are a total of three windows on each level. Nearly all of the other buildings along the street have this. It’s likely an apartment. Maybe two. Simon might be up there right now if he in fact lives above the parlor.
You purposefully came early so that maybe—just maybe—Simon might not be there, and you could brush it off, saying that he missed you. Make up another time to meet. Because that’s what you always do. You run. You bolt. You hide.
And hiding seems awful. It is that instinct that drives you to do it, to keep yourself safe and protected, to keep control. Simon isn’t someone you want to run away from this time. He was so earnest and sincere yesterday when you were in his lap and his lips were pressed to yours.
You also noted how aroused he was, the solidness of him grinding against your core every time your hips shifted in his lap. In that moment, you were thrust back to Riot Room, to how he felt inside you, and how perfectly your bodies fit together.
You were made for him, and he for you. In that tiny room, you knew.
But you’re also starting to panic. Simon has not showed, and perhaps you’ve arrived far too early. Which is funny, since just a few days ago the door to 141 Ink stood open about this time. It’s not too farfetched to believe he’d be up at this hour on a Monday.
You’re not even standing directly in front of the door. You’re nearly on the curb, pacing, questioning whether you should turn around right now and go back home or see this through. Amelia is probably putting the kettle on, and you didn’t eat before you left.
On cue, your stomach growls and you frown down at it, beginning to walk away.
The moment you turn and take a step, the familiar sound of deadbolts unlocking snarls your attention. You freeze, clutching the front of your coat as the door to 141 Ink swings open.
Simon is right there. One hand on the handle of the door, and the other leaning against the wooden doorframe. He’s so tall and broad. Like this, you can see all of him clearly. Yes, Simon is a little softer in some areas, but it only adds to his thickness, making you hunger to know what it’ll feel like when you’re under him.
When. When. As if you know it’ll happen. That none of this will fizzle out but extend outward, heading toward that inevitable collision.
Because you were never under him before. But you think about it now. How those massive arms of his will hold you down, pin you beneath him, create a cage you won’t want to be released from.
“Hi,” you say, almost breathy.
“You came,” replies Simon. It’s an exhalation. A relief and happiness laced into the words that he speaks. You cannot see his features beneath the balaclava, but his body language and tone of voice tell you all you need to know.
Simon’s hand drops from the door frame and he steps to the side, gesturing for you to enter. He doesn’t move out of the doorway, and you’re forced to squeeze by him. The heat of him is strong, and his scent is decadent. Rich. Smoky. Like a foggy day in the Pacific Northwest or a quick, frantic kiss in a London alleyway. You have to force yourself not to turn into him, to inhale and remember him like this.
Now that you’re actually inside 141 Ink you can see the space for what it is. The inside of the tattoo parlor is industrial with exposed brick walls and dark wood floors. The lighting is warm, brightening up the space. Above you are black metal pipes and a solid support beam. In the back of the space is the tattooing area. While you can see some of the chair, most of it obstructed by a short privacy wall. Behind that and to the right of it is storage, and to the left is a small office space with a desk. Overall, it’s fairly simple, but inviting.
Bravo greets you with an enthusiastic tail wag that sends a breeze your way. You laugh and hold out your palm. Bravo immediately sniffs your hand like you have a treat hidden somewhere. But you don’t, and while the German Shepard seems briefly disappointed, it’s short-lived. He nuzzles your hand and you promptly scratch under his chin and behind his ears.
“Can’t have her all to yourself, Bravo.” Simon’s gruff voice slips over you like a comforting blanket. There is humor in his tone, but underneath is a hint of possessiveness.
Your cheeks heat, and you pull away from Bravo, only to turn to face Simon. He’s so close, and when you’re fully facing him, Simon slides an arm around your waist and draws you even closer. Your hands instinctually go out to rest against his firm chest.
Underneath your palms, beneath his shirt, are his pectorals. They flex under your hands as he inhales, and he draws you closer still. Simon’s free hand, the one not currently wrapped around your waist, delicately cups your cheek, cradles it so gently that you begin to melt.
Simon is strong. This man could easily break you—or anyone—and yet this tenderness is so out of place, like it shouldn’t be possible with a man like him. But your wraith is capable, loving, and you find yourself pressing into him, hands sliding up his chest to lightly tease the bottom of his balaclava.
While you’d like it off, to see Simon fully, you know that’s a limit. You don’t push it, but you do tug a bit, indicating what you want. Your gaze flicks upward, only to meet a gaze that is as soft as Simon’s touch.
Those perfectly pale eyelashes are gently halos against his dark eyes. His brown irises remind you of light through a whiskey bottle. Everything about his gaze is relaxed including his brow and eyelids. It’s a startling look, one that speaks to deep desire.
The very idea sends a ripple of heat to your core, warming you between your legs. This is the intimacy you noticed back at Riot Room, that Simon’s gaze was more than someone simply interested in a quick hook up.
“Can I kiss you now?” he asks, tone nearly a purr. “Or are you going to make me wait a bit longer?”
Your lips pull back into a soft smile. “Are you teasing me?”
Simon’s pulls you flush against him, and the hand attached to that arm slides from your hip to the curve of your ass, squeezing. “I think you’re the one teasing.”
You squeak, then laugh as Simon removes his hand from your cheek to wrap that arm behind your back. You’re trapped against him, and even though you cannot see his mouth, you can see the way the balaclava stretches as he smiles.
With gentleness, you slip your fingers beneath the edge of the balaclava, easing it up over his chin and mouth to rest against the top of his nose. His blackout neck tattoo is on full display, as is the scar that runs along his jaw. You remember that scar, and one of your fingers absently traces it.
Simon turns into the touch, and then your finger is brushing over his bottom lip. He lightly kisses your finger, and then nips at it playfully.
“Stop,” you laugh.
“Then give me your mouth,” replies Simon, his head dipping to chase what he’s asking for.
You happily give it to him.
The moment your lips meet, you melt into Simon, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. Simon surrenders to you as much as he seeks control. The arms around your waist shift as his hands start to explore, caressing your back, hips, ass, and thighs in tender strokes.
Simon does not shove his tongue down your throat. He doesn’t push or guide you anywhere. All he does is kiss you, as if that is all he needs. As if it is enough. There is the faintest hint of smoke and black tea on his tongue, and it is comforting.
That is what Simon is. What you’ve been missing. Comfort. He is so warm and bright and bold even though you know him as your wraith. He is not a demon at all, or a creature out of hell. At least, not with you, and it is fucking delicious.
The heat of arousal burns in your core, and though you’d love to take this to more private corners, you can maneuver Simon into a more intimate position. That way, you don’t have to be on your goddamn toes to kiss him.
At the moment Simon breaks away to take a breath, you turn out of his embrace, his lips meeting your cheek instead of your mouth. Simon grunts, and you attempt to wiggle out of his arms.
“No.” And it’s nearly a growl that escapes his throat. “I haven’t had nearly enough.”
Simon’s words are a bolt to your core. Your fingers tighten in the fabric of the collar of his shirt, and he dives in again, claiming your mouth in a deep kiss. You’re primed, wired. You want to have a little control.
Pushing on his chest, Simon reluctantly releases you, but he does not allow you to move away from him. You’re still tucked against his chest, and his head hangs low, creating a deeper sense of closeness. He runs his thumb over your cheek at the same moment your gaze darts to the nearby sofa.
141 Ink’s waiting area consists of two small sofas. One is pushed directly against the wall facing the street under the massive front window. The other is against the wall that connects to it, creating a tiny nook at the front of the shop.
Simon��s gaze follows yours. “You want to sit?”
I want to sit in your lap you think.
Carefully, you place your hand on his chest and push enough to indicate that you want Simon to move. He does, walking backward toward the black leather sofa as your hand guides him. When the backs of his legs knock into the couch, Simon sinks to a seated position.
At first, he’s sitting up straight, forearms resting on knees, all of his curious attention focused on you. With exaggerated slowness, you take off your coat. First the left shoulder, and then the right, tossing it onto the sofa beside Simon.
Simon immediately rests his back against the sofa, spreads his legs, and drapes his arms over the top of it. The corner of his mouth twitches with a hint of an amused smile. He drops one arm to rest his palm against his thigh.
He doesn’t say anything. He only rubs his hand there. Back and forth in silent invitation.
It’s so much like Riot Room that you forget you’re in Simon’s tattoo parlor.
His chest heaves, each inhalation deep like he too is full of anticipation. It’s clear that Simon is reigning himself in, pulling back enough to not scare you off or force you into anything you don’t want to do. All he wants is your permission first, and when he has that, it’s over. Done. You’ll submit to whatever he wants.
You know this.
And he knows this.
Standing between his legs, you lift one leg and plant your knee on the outside of his thigh, repeating the motion with the other, before settling in his lap.
“We need to stop meeting like this,” says Simon, as his head tilts back. Your mouth comes down on his throat, and Simon groans. “On second thought, I like meeting like this.”
You smile against his skin, peppering his throat with little kisses before following the line of his jaw, and then finally his lips.
Maybe it’s too much for him, because Simon immediately grabs for you, hands roaming everywhere, leaving nothing untouched. It’s a possessive, needful series of touches that is laced with desperation. You are equally needy—equally wanting to consume and touch and devour every bit of this man.
Simon sparks something bright within you. Gives it life. Blows the low embers into resounding fiery brilliance. You are perfect in his arms. You never want to leave.
His hands slide under your sweater, under your shirt, finding your skin. It’s just the tip of his fingers at first, and then his palm. Then he is grabbing hold, squeezing your waist, moving upward until his hand slides into the space between your breasts before retreating.
You whimper at the loss, and Simon breaks the kiss, only to give you more along your jaw and the spot behind your ear.
Simon’s head dips, nuzzling your throat, the balaclava scratching against your cheek.
“I want to kiss you,” murmurs Simon as his lips brush against the side of your neck.
You laugh, fingers lightly digging into his biceps. “My lips are right here.” You turn toward him and meet his dark gaze.
“I’m not talking about these lips,” replies Simon, his thumb gently pulling on your bottom lip. He releases it and it bounces back into place.
“Oh,” is all you say, startled.
Memories emerge. Sensual ones. Dirty ones. The ones from Riot Room when you were bent over and Simon was behind you, tonguing you like it was all he ever wanted.
But how far can the two of you go before someone interrupts this private moment. If you say yes, would he do it right here, or would he take you somewhere else, and if you agree, would that be it? Or would the two of you keep going until there was nothing between your bodies?
Just skin against skin.
“Oh?” he asks, amused. Simon’s hand slides to the back of your neck, drawing you back to his lips. This kiss is much gentler than the rest.
He lets it linger, only pulling away enough to look into your eyes. “I’d very much like to kiss you.”
You swallow, knowing what he means. He’s not talking about your lips or face or neck. Simon is talking about the rest of you. The place between your thighs. The small, sensitive flesh that has so easily made you come undone for him before.
As you begin to form a response, your stomach growls. It’s loud, completely betraying the fact that you were too nervous this morning to eat.
Simon’s lips part like he’s about to say something but your stomach interrupts him again. He shakes his head, grabs your waist, and easily lifts you out of his lap and onto your feet.
“Bravo, watch the shop.”
Bravo barks as Simon grabs your coat off the couch and presents it to you, opening it up for you to slide your arms inside.
“Simon—”
“Don’t,” he interrupts, and you snap your mouth shut under his command, sliding your left and then right arm into your coat. Simon helps ease it over your shoulders, and then he walks off into what you guess is a back hallway. He returns with his own coat, tugging it on just as Bravo takes up position near the door.
There is no asking. Simon takes your hand and guides you to the door, ushing you out into the cold. The moment the door is shut, you see Bravo’s face appear in the window as he hops onto the couch.
Simon has not released your hand once, not even when he uses his free hand to lock up the shop. Dropping his keys into his pocket, Simon effortlessly pulls you into his side, releasing your hand to slide an arm around your waist.
The way Simon tucks you against him forces you to turn into him, to wrap one of your arms around his waist, to rest your head against his shoulder. For a moment—a brief flash—there is peace like this. It’s so natural to hold onto him. Even like this, everything is in place, as if you were always meant to occupy this spot.
Then, the two of you are walking down the street together like any other couple.
But are you a couple? Is this what it is? Or are you making it all up in your head, weaving a fabrication of what you desire versus the reality?
Simon snuggles a bit closer to you, and you immediately forget your trepidation. He is so goddamn warm, a buffer against the chilly autumn air.
It isn’t until the two of you come to the bakery you visited the other day that Simon untangles himself, leaning forward to open the door for you before you have the chance to. Inside, it is balmy. Freshly baked bread and sugar is in the air. It is heavenly, and you inhale deeply, allowing the sugar to saturated into your nostrils.
Simon is right there, guiding you toward the cases. You remember the croissants, and how crushed they were. You didn’t even get to enjoy it properly.
“Usual?” ask the woman behind the counter.
Simon nods, and she opens one of the cases, removing not one, not two, but three chocolate croissants. You look up at him, a question forming on your lips. Simon side-eyes you and shrugs.
“This one will have an American.” Simon indicates you with a quick tilt of his head. Your eyebrow arches, but Simon ignores it.
You cross your arms over your chest, turning toward him fully to ask him what it is he thinks he’s doing. But Simon still ignores you. He puts in an order for tea for himself, and then rattles off your coffee order.
How the fuck does he know that?
Simon digs around for his wallet but you’re already putting your hand on his arm. “You don’t need to.”
“I want to,” he replies, handing over some cash to the woman behind the counter. He puts the change into the tip jar, and then places his hand on your lower back. “Follow me. I know a spot.”
You surrender to him, allow Simon to take the lead. He escorts you to a set of stairs leading to a second level. You follow behind him, the stairs spitting the two of you out into a cozy space. It’s mostly sofas and armchairs with a few sparse tables, and there is no one else up here besides the two of you.
Simon guides you to the massive window at the far end of the room. There are two small lounge chairs and a table that face the large window. Simon takes off his coat and tosses it onto the back of one of the chairs. You do the same.
“Sit here,” he instructs. “I’ll be back.”
“Yes, sir,” you mutter, not thinking Simon hears you. He grunts and pinches your butt.
“Ow,” you say in response even though it didn’t hurt. Your arm goes out to swat at him but Simon is already gone, taking massive steps toward the stairs.
You watch him go, sliding into the chair in front of you. It’s overcast today, and the traffic on the road is starting to pick up. Simon arrives minutes later carefully balancing two drinks and two plates. You stand to help him, arms outward to catch anything that might fall, but somehow Simon manages it, setting it all down on the table without issue.
You didn’t know the bakery sold made to order food. And staring down at the plate, you’re close to tears. It’s a classic American breakfast with all the fixings you could want. Since coming to England, you’ve missed it.
Looking down at the plate reminds you of all the times you, Evie, Jade, and Sam would go for breakfast food after a night of drinking. There are so many memories of the four you packed into a booth at Waffle House consuming cheap coffee and smothered hashbrowns. But this plate before you is much nicer than the cheap breakfast you’d consume still buzzed from whatever alcohol you’d been downing.
Simon’s plate has the three chocolate croissants on it, and it’s clear that they warmed them up because the chocolate inside is perfectly melted. Simon sighs happily as he takes a bite.
“Sweet tooth?”
Simon drinks his tea before he answers. “I like sweet things.”
“Like chocolate croissants?”
“Like you.”
Your fingers hover above your fork. Your face steams like a pot of boiling water. There is no reason to be this nervous, to be this on edge with him. This man has been inside you. This man understands how to make you melt in his hands.
“You’re teasing again,” you reply, finally picking up your fork and digging in.
“Am I?” he asks, tearing away another chunk of the croissant to pop into his mouth.
The eggs on your plate are perfectly fluffy and melt on your tongue. You don’t even need to use your knife to cut into your waffles. They part like butter.
You’re in a bakery, eating breakfast that Simon ordered for you, and you have no idea where to take this conversation. This is too real—too date-like, and while that twists your stomach into a knot, it is also an uplift of wind.
Simon didn’t need to do any of this, but he wanted to. There was no question whether or not you wanted to eat, Simon just took it into his own hands.
Because he wants to take care of you says a little voice in your head.
Simon’s words from yesterday show their colors again, waving them around in front of your eyes.
And what if I wanted it to be more? What if I still want it to be more?
You swallow down a syrup-coated bite of waffle and decide to change the subject.
“You promised that you’d fit me into your schedule,” you say.
“I did,” he agrees, the slightest bit of hesitation in his tone.
“Do you have a time or date in mind?”
Simon smiles against the rim of his tea mug before he takes a sip. “You tell me when and I’ll make it happen.”
“So if I wanted to do it now, you would?”
Simon doesn’t even hesitate. “I’d call my first client and reschedule.” He says it so easily, like it’s not an inconvenience to anyone, even though forcing someone else to move to make room for you seems entirely unfair.
“You don’t need to do that for me,” you murmur.
Simon sets the mug down on the table. “What if I want to do it? Does that not matter?”
“Of course it does,” you breathe. “I just don’t want to inconvenience anyone.”
Simon is already halfway through his second croissant. “You’re never that. Not to me.” He looks so serious, so upset that you’d even believe that about yourself.
“Do I book a consultation first?” you ask, trying to bring the conversation back to a lighter note.
“You can look through my portfolio when we go back. If you want.” Simon absently rubs at the back of his neck before stretching and resting one arm behind you on your chair. His fingers lightly brush against your spine.
He nods toward your plate. “Finish up and we’ll head back.”
Simon adjusts in the chair, his hips flexing slightly as he shifts. His gaze is out on the street, tracking every person and car. It’s odd. You recall him mentioning that he was military when the two of you first met, and perhaps this is just a habit.
You take your time, enjoying every bite, and when you’re done, Simon stands first, offering his hand before offering your coat. When it’s on, he checks you over. There are two worry lines that slice between his brow, but you’re unsure of what might be bothering him.
Should you ask? Would he even want you to? Simon has been open with you about what he wants, but not necessarily about himself. Those are pieces you don’t have. You don’t have a full picture of him. It is unclear, but you wish that it wasn’t. And you hope, with time, that Simon will open up, giving you those pieces of himself to hold within your heart.
With fingers intertwined, Simon escorts you downstairs. He stops at the counter to snag a large homemade dog treat from a glass jar before the two of you return to 141 Ink. Simon hands you the treat to give to Bravo, and the adorable German Shepard couldn’t be happier. His front paws joyfully dance against the floor, his entire butt moving with his tail as you remove the paper label from around the treat’s middle.
When you present the treat to Bravo, he doesn’t dive for it. He takes it gently from your hand and then promptly finds a spot in the window light, peacefully munching away at it.
“Here,” says Simon, offering a thick black book.
You take it with both hands, shifting the massive tome to one arm so that you can open the cover. It’s Simon’s official portfolio. The title page includes his credentials, contact information, and some stylized shots of his artwork. You flip the page, completely absorbed in the art before you. You don’t even realize how long you’ve been standing there staring down at the portfolio until Simon clears his throat.
“You can sit down.” He lightly lifts his arm in the direction of the sofa.
“Right,” you laugh, cradling the portfolio like it’s a precious gift and you don’t want to break it. You sink down onto the sofa and Bravo pads over, laying down next to your legs, resting his head on your feet.
Simon motions to the tattoo chair behind him. “I need to finish setting up.”
“Of course. Don’t worry about me.” You have your coffee, a foot warmer, and this beautiful book of art.
While Simon sets up, you take this moment to observe him in his natural element. He is so calm as he moves about the space. He’s efficient too, completely focused on the task at hand without looking rushed or stressed.
Bravo shifts, rolling onto his side. You reach down and scratch at the dog’s belly. When you return to the book, you’re lost in the color and talent, entirely absorbed in the artwork. Some of the photos are of actual tattoos while others are high-resolution photos of his artwork. Whether they’ve been sketched on paper or done digitally is unclear to you.
Regardless, Simon is talented. And you start to form an idea about where this talent came from. He’s ex-military. Did he have time on deployment to sketch? Did he ever carry a little notepad or sketchpad with him wherever he was in the world? It’s a sweet image, and one you’re achingly curious about.
“Simon.”
He immediately gives you all his attention. He sets down whatever it is he’s holding in his hand and walks over to you.
“You good?” he asks when he saddles up on the opposite of your legs from where Bravo lays. Delicately, he reaches out and runs his thumb across your cheekbone.
“Yes,” you say, flustered by the touch. “I had a question.”
He nods, indicating that you should ask.
“Did you make art while you were in the military?”
Simon shifts on his feet. “I did.”
He doesn’t say anything more, which is frustrating, but it’s something you want to know. So you push anyway.
“On deployment or…?” You trail off, hoping he takes it.
Simon shrugs. “Not really. My deployments were numerous but short term. Focusing on…covert assignments in classified locations.”
Short-term deployments? Covert assignments? Classified locations?
You frown. “Like American Special Forces?”
He shrugs. “They’re comparable.” It’s not the answer you wanted. But Simon must know this because he sighs and continues. “I created mostly on my time off, and sometimes on base if I was training new recruits. Had lots of time.”
“I see,” you reply softly, trying to imagine Simon curled up in a bunk late at night sketching away.
“See anything you like?”
Simon means in the portfolio but you can’t help thinking he means himself.
“It’s all amazing,” you murmur, flipping back through the pages. You point to several pieces that you particularly like. “But they don’t have to be like this. I’ll take whatever you come up with.”
Simon nods and takes the portfolio. “I can sketch up a few ideas, show them to you later. Start small and if you’d like more, I’ll add to it. Sound good?”
“Yes,” you nod. “It sounds wonderful.” Reluctantly, you push off from the sofa, and Bravo makes a muted sound in the back of his throat like he’s annoyed that you’d actually get up and disrupt his slumber.
“What do I owe you?”
Simon’s brow rises slightly. “Owe me?”
“It’s a consultation, isn’t it?”
Simon shakes his head. “Forget it.”
“Simon—”
“Not happening.”
“I need to do something for you.”
“You owe me nothing. Consider the tattoo a gift.”
You shake your head. “I can’t accept that.”
Simon shrugs. “You can.” He glances over at the clock and the middle of his brow creases. “My first customer will arrive soon.”
“Are you dismissing me?” You’re teasing him, and he knows it.
Simon steps into your space, his hand sliding to the back of your neck, keeping you in place. “You’re welcome to stay.”
You do long to stay, but there are so many things on your plate. Groceries is priority, especially since you’ll be staying with Amelia for a while. You’re not letting that woman pay for everything. You’ll be damned if you take advantage of such a sweet old lady.
“Probably better that I’m not a distraction,” you breathe, entirely on edge from how possessively he holds onto the back of your neck.
“Probably,” replies Simon, slotting his pelvis against yours. You feel the hard length of him and shiver. His other hand reaches for your hip, and you cannot do anything else but allow it, melting into his body as he pulls you close.
“One to keep me hanging?” he asks softly.
You smile, and push up the balaclava enough to press your lips to his. You go back to flat fleet. “So you can think about me all day.”
“Count on it.”
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Gauloiseblue's Bookmarks
A/N: Since there's no bookmark system like they had in AO3, I decide to make one on this site. Will update the list from time to time.
COD
Price
[The True Me] by @i-am-hungry-24-7 Useless by @syoddeye Lazy Saturday Mornings by @clementine-thedestroyer Price and Beauty Mark by @ohmygraves Growing older with john price. by @obsessivelullabies Growing older with john price; smut. by @obsessivelullabies Ex-husband price, but the “ex” lays on significantly blurred lines now. by @captainfern Ex Husband!Price by @moongreenlight (A/N: you have NO idea what this fic had done to me) The boys all collectively realize that you are the captain’s favourite by @dante-mightdie weird HC by @theycalledhimastar
Gaz
lavender skies by @yeyinde (A/N: Gaz girlie, please read this I'm begging-) I may love Kyle, but I can totally admit when he acts like a total weirdo (he doesn’t, he’s perfect). by @theycalledhimastar
König
Ex-Lover Konig with runaway reader by @diejager Dog Hybrid König by @comfortless Hades!Konig and Persephone!reader by @comfortless Aroura Borealis by @clementine-thedestroyer Underground Fighter!König X Rich!Reader by @melancholic-thing
Soap
Rugby player soap fucks you after a win by @vanderilnde Pushy ass cbf!johnny and benefit pay by @shotmrmiller Valentine Days with Soap by @killerpancakeburger cbf!johnny as the dog he is by @ghouljams
Ghost
soulmate au with ghost but it's the fucking opposite of rainbows and sunshine by @bi-writes
Poly/HC
Fancy (Vampire! Poly! 141 x Plus size! Fem! Reader) by @swordsandholly 141 80’s Arcade AU by @clementine-thedestroyer TF141 and "can I try your drink?" By @syoddeye (A/N: don't @ me) 141 when they need attention by @void-my-warranty TF141 when you gave him hickey when you're drunk by @gloomwitchwrites
The Arcana
Asra's Love by @bahrtofane Teen Asra and puppy love headcanons by @smoke-and-silver Trip adventures with Asra by @smoke-and-silver Arcana and Weddings (fanarts) by @bastart13
Random/Miscellaneous
A/N: I put all of the Ghost Band stuff here bc I'm not officially into the fandom, but they're so irresistible to read hnggg
THEN // if (then) FINAL PART (Ghoap Comic) Roach's puppy eyes Korangi pt. 1 Korangi pt .2 Korangi (sus) pt. 3 Korangi (even more sus) pt. 4 Ghoap food pt. 1 👍👍 Self-care (Ghoap short comic) Capt Price having a cheeky wank (audio) Barry Sloane thirst trap (maybe) Bare chested Barry- Barry ugly ass poems (i'm horny) Barry Sloane seducing clip ASMR Barry talking ASMR Barry (Price) pt. 2 The band Ghost wildin' Ghost band shenanigan: part 1 The Ghouls + Rut Season (HC) Swiss meets red velvet ‘you’ve got to press it on you.’ (Ghost Band HC) Nameless Ghoul NSFW headcanons Swiss relationship and NSFW headcanons .... yeah I'm normal I swear St. Vincent *heart eyes* Miyazaki's Retirement Declarations (chronologically) Hayao Miyazaki's "Inspirational" Quotes The Hand
Web Weave | Poetry
not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe] - Lyudmilla Ignatenko, the wife of deceased firefighter Vasily Ignatenko, Voices from Chernobyl, by Svetlana Alexeivich (transl. Keith Gessen) Robin Wood, “Psychoanalysis of Psycho” | Stoker (2013) dir. Park Chan-wook Stoker (2013) dir. Park Chan-wook and "The Lady of the House of Love" by Angela Carter This Is Me (Stoker 2013) Rice Paddies Home (What Is Home?) Whenever I see you, I remember AM I MAKING YOU FEEL SICK? // DEVOTION THAT EATS YOU ALIVE
#bookmark#call of duty#the arcana#tell me if any of the link doesn't work#i'll try to fix it#i might add my fave web weaves later on. idk
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DIN DJARIN / THE MANDALORIAN
╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all din djarin stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) <3
MASTERLIST • PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTERS • 09/01/24
DIN DJARIN ONE
@beskarandblasters ✰ in the hands of your lover You recall the first time you saw and felt Din’s bare hands. ✰ in tongues You give Din some lessons on kissing.
@imaginesforfandom ✰ beskar hearts After a long and grueling bounty hunt, the reader tries to engage Din Djarin in conversation, only to be met with coldness. Frustrated and hurt, the reader demands to be dropped off at the next destination. Din, realizing the gravity of his actions, begins to reveal his true feelings for her. Meanwhile, Grogu plays a pivotal role in bringing them closer together.
@sushiwriterhere ✰ breathe you in
@the-mandawhor1an ✰ just a scratch Life as the assistant in a droid-operated doctor’s office isn't eventful. That is, unless a certain frequent visitor ends up in your capable hands again. This time he’s in for a bit more than just some bacta
@gloomwitchwrites ✰ greener things It isn’t until the woman he loves is in danger that Din realizes he’s wanted her all along.
@flightlessangelwings ✰ a perfect day
@lady-of-glass-and-bone ✰ sway the stars which dazzle like pearls
@crumbledcastle28 ✰ embarrassed There is nothing to be embarrassed about in front of your riduur.
@dindjarindiaries ✰ right where you left me Din reunites with you many years after your whirlwind romance for a mission you begrudgingly accept to help him with.
@absurdthirst and @storiesofthefandomlovers ✰ all access card Instead of credits like he was promised, Mando is given a card to one of the most exclusive brothels in the outer rim. There is one that caters to Mandalorians and when Mando decides to go, he finds much more than just satisfaction.
#din djarin#din djarin x reader#the mandalorian#the mandalorian x reader#din djarin x you#din djarin/reader#din djarin imagine#din djarin angst#din djarin fluff#din djarin drabble#din djarin oneshot
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Work In Progress Game
Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
Thank you @mikichko for tagging me.
Where did all of these come from...
Something Sweet
Lentamente
Running out of time
Change the Prophecy
(Pain)Killer
Lifeline
Secret (A Reason to Try)
The Reconnect (Ex Husband Price)
Midnight Maintenance (Older CIA Alex)
Best Laid Plans
Sever
InfraRED
Highrise
Body pillow
Figure You Out
I don't have enough people to tag to match my WIPs. Maybe that's a sign, haha. I also picked a few people I've never tagged before; feel free to ignore! Many of my mutuals have already been tagged. No pressure tags : @cas-backwards-tie, @ceilidho, @gloomwitchwrites, @venusariawrites, @elexaria, @gothicflowers
#tagged#tagging game#tag game#wip game#tag me in things#no really#I need a solid month in a cabin to maybe get 1/3 of these done#siiiiigh#The more I finish the more I come up with#they are making themselves at this point#and I know I'm missing some
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Multiple Characters x Reader...
main masterlist📌
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Works by @miniwheat77
Sizes. 141+Alejandro x Reader: Who has the biggest dick?
By Nature, She’s Naughty: Y/n was a wild one
Works by @mistydeyes
Hunk-o-mania Pt.1: The boys thought wrong, now they’re performing
Playboy Bunny Pheonix Edition Pt.2: The boys are very pleased with the solution
Opposite Occupations Pt.1: They realize that all the long hours are worth it
Take A Walk In My Shoes Pt.2: A day in your life
Almost Military Wives GC Pt.3: What goes on when the boys are deployed
Works by @sprout-fics
Afterburn: Just 6 dudes taking care of their girl
Poly 141 x Reader: It takes weeks, month for you all to put the place in order, and by the end of it all, you’re exhausted
Works by @loveindefinitely
Need To Listen To Me: that was a flaw. A genuine character fault, and Price was cementing that fact in this very room
Lust for Life: You’re suddenly all too desperate to get back at your father and experiment a thing or two
Works by @the-californicationist
They Help You Practice: You smiled to yourself, eager to push more of their buttons.
The Window, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7:
Works by @charliemwrites
From SpecGru With Love
Men at Work
Works by @tojisun
Nosy Neighbours
Sugar, Spice, Everything on Ice
Keeping Him Quiet
141 + König First Word Reactions by @starstruckmiraclekitty: Reactions to their babies’ first words
Be Gentle Man Pt.1 and Be Gentle Man Pt.2 by @rileyslibrary: Etiquette training
Breeding Team by @sirenmoth: AU where reader is an omega who took suppressants
Strip Poker Pt.1 by @catsnkooks: Soap’s CO brought out some cards
Cachorrita Pt.1 and Cachorrita Pt.2 Los Vaqueros x Reader by @lxstfathier: Caught in the middle of narco violence, you are taken in
Four Big Guys by @antigonusyuki: And oh, all the blood rushes to John’s cock
Civillian Asset by @cuckoo-on-a-string: There’s blood under your nails and a threat to your life
Price’s wife = the wife of 141 by @ghosts-cyphera: and you managed. of course you managed. you were price’s good little wife
Sparrow by @diejager: Their tense shoulders slouched, finally knowing where you went
Mafia!141 by @groguspicklejar:
With Them, Who Swallowed a Star by @vellichor-of-the-solivagant: Now, he made music out of you
Home is Where You Are by @1-ker0sene-1: "Taking good care of our boys John…You always do…Making sure you all come home to me again”
Cook!reader x 141 and The Assistant by @bookbrokelibrarian:
Lift Me Off My Feet by @lovifie:
Cherry Bomb by @swordsandholly
FFS Riley Collection by @dozeydaisy
Dad!141 x Mama!Reader by @baduzzxy
Mafia!141 AU, Ext. by @ghouljams
Suite 141 by @mangowafflesss
Contractors!141 by @kyletogaz
Down the Hatch by @syoddeye
Frozen Hearts Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt.5, Pt.6, Pt.7 by @lushrve
Can’t Stop Thinking About Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt.5, Pt.6, Pt.7, Pt.8, Pt.9, Pt.10 by @a-b-riddle
Free Use by @bzurk
Really Good Neighbours by @dragonnarrative-writes
Whole Other Notebook by @auspicioustidings
Retired!141 x Rancher!Reader by @purple-moonbeam
Lifeline by @indigosunsetao3
Ranking by @gardenthatneversleeps
You’re Only Sixteen by @siddyyyyyyyy
On The Run by @devil-in-hiding
Hair Series by @kyletogaz
Secret Baby by @gloomwitchwrites
The Office AU by @flowerfreya
Loop by @eevee-of-eternity
Restaurant Au! 141 by @disgustingtwitches
Blue-Collar!141 x Reader by @xo-codbby
Naps to Lovers by @i-love-you-just-the-same
Y/N Being Feral for Her Future Husband by @feralgoblinqueen
Mafia!141 by @cordeliawhohung
Dividers by @cafekitsune
#undercover-smutlover#call of duty#modern warfare#cod smut#favorite fics#fic recs#fluff#slow burn#smut#angst#x reader
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