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Multifandom, Doja’s soldja, Ali Hazelwood fan, certified yapper, and professional fanfic reader. +18

[asiaemerald]

Hello, welcome to my blog🫶 you can just call me Asia I go by she/her, woc. My blog is kind like a memory box that’s why everything is random lol.

I’m a big Doja Cat fan, I made a group call Dojas’ Soldjas. https://www.tumblr.com/communities/dojas-soldjas

Dojas’ Soldjas • Community on Tumblr

A fun, little spot for Doja Cat fans.

I also have another group, dedicated to Ali Hazelwood.

Ali Hazelwood Fans • Community on Tumblr

A place for Ali Hazelwood fans to discuss anything related to her.

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[rawme-price]

Very few times in his life has gaz been given a direct order from his spouse, and every single time he treats it with the urgency of a mission.

He has never once failed any of your requests....until today, it seems.

"Gaz, baby, you better come home smelling like that tomorrow." You had whispered in his ear last night after hours of sex. Not that you two never fucked, but he swears you were trying to kill him that night, face tucked into the crook of his neck.

Gaz doesn't want to admit defeat, but he's crawled through the entire base. Sniffing everything like a fucking dog trying to identify what smell had rubbed off on him. He didn't leave base, followed his normal schedule yesterday, so eventually he should find it.

He's in the middle of helplessly sniffing soap bottles in the hopes he accidentally grabbed someone else's when ghost walks in, post–...whatever he does to workout. He raises a brow at gaz sniffing the soap bottle, but says nothing.

Gaz knows ghost wont say shit about it, given everything he's walked in on ghost doing and—

Wait.

....gaz takes a much to obvious sniff in ghosts general direction.

....that's the smell. Gaz remembers the sparring he did yesterday, how ghost seemed very keen on grapples that time. The smell that had you jumping gazs bones last night was the smell of his lieutenant covered in dirt and sweat.

Gaz contemplates for a moment, looks ghost up and down. He's far from a turn-off, thats for sure. Easily both of your types.

"Hey, L.t...ever had a threesome?"

[atwistoffate]

The French Mistake Redux

Dean x Reader Summary: You and Dean get zapped into that other universe, the one where your life is a TV show. And apparently...you’re getting divorced? Cue cameras, confused crew, and Dean losing his mind.

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“No! Not again!”

That’s the first thing you hear from Dean, loud and horrified, as you take in your surroundings and try very hard not to lose your mind.

One second ago, you were in your room in the bunker.

Now you’re in… your room. Technically. Except someone clearly raided it and replaced everything with cameras, light panels, and what looks like tape on the floor, marking where you should be standing.

Oh, God.

This is exactly like the story Sam and Dean told you — the universe where their lives are a TV show.

Dean already knows. And he is not handling it.

“I cannot believe I have to deal with this crap again,” he mutters, stomping around the room. “Every time I come here, I lose five years of my life. I can feel them shedding.”

Then he glares upward, furious at whatever cosmic idiot did this. “Quit messing with us! Seriously! We're not your damn puppets!”

He's fuming, and he won't stop glaring at everything in his line of sight. He's glaring at you too, for continuity, when he realizes that that's a bit too much, and he should rein it in. 

You touch his arm, grounding him before he punches a light panel. “Dean, baby, hey. We’ll figure it out, okay?”

You can’t actually promise that, but one of you has to be level-headed. And right now that's you. 

Then you notice her - the woman a few feet away, staring at you and Dean like she just walked in on a panda riding a unicorn. Completely baffled. Absolutely no idea what she’s witnessing.

“What’s going on here?” she asks, frowning, and then gestures between you and Dean, letting out a nervous little laugh. “What’s this?”

“Nothing,” Dean snaps immediately, trying very hard not to glare again. “We’re just, you know - rehearsing lines. As one does. I guess.”

“Together?”

“Why?” you say. “Is there a problem?”

“No, no!” she replies quickly. Too quickly. “It’s just – I didn’t know you two were talking again. Considering the upcoming divorce and all the… rules. You were the ones who insisted on never being on set together. Last time, they had to CGI one of you in post.” 

Dean’s eyes try to leave his skull. His frown drags them back.

“Lady, I have no idea what you’re talking about. We’re rehearsing. Let it go.”

She squints. “Lady? What’s with you today?”

You force out a fake chuckle and a fake smile, then dismiss the situation with a wave of your hand. “We’re just having a weird day. Can you give us a minute? We need to talk. About… the divorce.”

That seems to work. 

Her jaw drops, and she leaves the room, still staring over her shoulder in bewilderment.

You barely get sixty seconds of peace before people start peeking in the doorway one by one. First a PA. Then another. Then someone pretending to deliver water. Then someone who doesn’t seem to be working here but wants gossip.

Dean finally snaps. “Would you stop staring?! Don’t you have work to do? Somewhere else?”

They scatter, except now they’re staring sneakily, which is somehow worse.

Meanwhile, someone tries to escort Dean out, insisting he “shouldn’t be on this set today,” while a makeup artist retouches you and a nervous guy starts circling you with a clipboard.

Then he claps his hands, chipper and oblivious. “So! For the sex scene later–”

Dean is in front of you before the man even finishes the S in sex.

“Say that again,” Dean growls. “One more time.”

The guy blinks, confused but still smiling. He clearly assumes Dean is acting. “Okay…" he says, with a thumb up, "method acting, got it.”

“I will end you,” Dean hisses, low and deadly.

The man takes two steps back. Then a third. Then looks over at the director like, Is he okay? Is this normal? Should we do something?

The director walks over, already carrying the energy of a man who has accepted defeat.

He sighs. “Look… if this is another one of your emotional authenticity exercises, I’m too tired. I can’t do this today.”

Dean stares at him. “Nobody is doing emotional anything. We’re leaving.”

The director throws his hands up. “Great. Fine. Sure. Take a break.”

Dean doesn't need to be told twice and grabs your hand. "C'mon, baby. Let's go," he says, pulling you out of the room under twenty pairs of stunned eyes.

Behind you, someone who’s missed the news whispers, "Wait… so they’re not divorcing anymore?”

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[daily-daydream]

a female character in a comic literally just existing

men: OMG THE WOKE AGENDA! GIVE ME MORE MALE CHARACTERS - I HATE HER AND SHE IS A CRIME TO HUMANITY

[asiaemerald]

God forbid if it’s a woc, all hell breaks loose.

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[rawme-price]

Medic!reader who clearly favours soap during battle, and it pisses everyone else off.

"Seriously, soap, you have your own personal medic." Gaz rants between bites of crisps that certainly aren't his, not that ghost stops the sergeant from stealing from his plate "it's unfair. How the hell did you convince 'em that you're worth that much work?"

"Ach, yer being dramatic, gaz." Soap grins, leaning back in his seat "you all get help, no harm done."

"Hrmph. Took me twenty minutes to get an assist." Ghost grunts, opens his mouth expectantly for a crisp from gaz. "Seems like bloody favoritism, johnny. How'd you do it?"

"....you want to know my secret?" Soap prompts, an absolutely gleeful look on his face.

A pointed look from both of them.

"I moan and whine when I get patched up." Soap preens at his statement, oblivious to the widening eyes of his teammates "fucker seems to love it, pretty sure it's some freaky sexual thing."

"And...you're...okay with that?" Gaz asks, only mildly shocked.

"I once whimpered at a thorn in my pinky and honest to god got a little star-pattern bandage for it not a minute later." Soap points out.

"...what kind of sounds work best?" Ghost is already leaning in, taking out his notepad.

[rawme-price]

Thinking about single parent!reader and ghost accidentally bonding with your two kids...

He knows of you vaguely as the apartment two doors down from his that's always toeing the line of some sort of noise complaint. two small kids, four and five respectively. Cute things he sometimes passes in the stairwell since the elevator broke.

"Ewwww!!! What is that!!"

Like now, for example. Arms full of grocery bags, ghost turns the corner to the next flight and finds the wee ones crouched in a corner pointing at something. You sit a few steps up, bags next to you and seemingly taking a breather from the multiple flights.

"Morning, Mr riley." You smile, exhausted. Ghost nods back, then curiously glances over the kid's shoulders when they beging loudly pondering.

"It's an alien!!" Your little girl says, poking at it. "Alien–"

"That's a proper millipede, innit." Ghost grunts above them. He knees down between the two, and lets the long insect crawl onto his hand, holding it up for your kids. "S' the flat face? An' the multiple legs on each segment? Millipede."

You daughter gasps in amazement at the same time your son asks "does it bite?"

"Only kids who don't do their chores." Ghost snorts, then holds it out and gently strokes a single finger along its back "you can pet it."

Which is how your tiny ones end up asking ghost what seems lile a hundred questions about millipedes, then centipedes, and bugs in general.

He answers each one, and after some time sets the bug back down and says "I'll show you more bugs if you help carry groceries in, yeah?"

While your kids grab one bag each, ghost insists on carrying the rest in addition to his own, has the audacity to glare at you when you reach for some.

That night, your kids beg to go to the library to pick out books about bugs, wanting to impress their new friend mr simon.

Of all the people they could like...they chose the weird silent scary guy....at least they're learning stuff, you suppose.

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turn on the flash and hit record ; simon “ghost” riley.

pairing simon “ghost” riley x f!reader word count 1.5k synopsis simon misses you on one of his missions. good thing he has a collection of movies the two of you filmed to keep him company. content contains male masturbation, possessive!ghost, obsessed!ghost, filmed sex, vaginal fingering, brief gunplay (towards the end), he whimpers in this fic btw, slight size kink/size difference

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this is killing me 😭

[ocmaker]

It takes one minute to imagine the scene and 500 hours to write it

[thecleverdame]

Caught - Master List

Sam x Reader

Summary: You’re arrested and interrogated as an accomplice to the notorious Winchester brothers.

Warning: Talk of past violence, death of parents, murder, rape, torture and domestic abuse/violence.

Beta:  ilikaicalie

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[melancholyfairy-xo]

Me whenever a character whispers "I've got you" to Y/N during intimate scenes...

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