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[bravo4iscool]

what if simon is with a girl whose style changes based on her mood like one day she's a tomboy, another day a girly girl, goth etc. i know this is all over the place so no pressure feel free to ignore love your work <3

uhhhhhh, this is a cool idea🤭

I WOULD NEVER IGNORE A ASK! Y’ALL HAVE NO IDEA HIW CRAZY I SMILE EVERY TIME I GET ONE😭

y’all are so cute, i really need to learn how to take compliments😭🫶🏼

(masterlist)

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

imagine, you meet in a bar or pub and you’re wearing a pretty dress, a bit of make up, your hair’s done and soap dares simon to ask you out (👀).

he’s a bit grumpy about it first but then you have your first date and when he sees your outfit he knows that he put you in a category you don’t belong to.

your clothes aren’t as bright as they were in the bar and your hair looks more…natural. he can see that you’re a bit nervous, hence the rather plain outfit.

the more you date the more he realizes that you dress according to you mood. one day you’re all fluffy, the other day it looks like you’re a permanent visitor at the graveyard.

but he likes that about you. he knows he’s good in reading people but you make it even easier for him. at most he likes when he comes back from deployment and sees you walk around in his clothes.

dressing like him makes you miss him less.

and he would absolutely accompany you on your shopping sprees; he’d probably even pay for most stuff—much to your displeasure.

“ev’rything a’right?” simon mumbles against your head, holding you close in his arms. “y’aven’t been that talkative t’past week…”

you wriggle closer into his hold, breathing him in and closing your eyes. “work’s a bit stressy,” you mumble back, your grip around him tightening.

he says nothing, only presses a kiss to your temple and holds you, hoping you’d be able to find a bit of peace.

(he totally didn’t know you weren’t fine because you were walking around with clothes as black as the night.)

[eilidh-eternal]

Having thoughts of the 141 but as the four horsemen of the apocalypse

Despite being known as the four horseman colloquially within the SAS, none of them got their names because of the way they fight, or for some stupidly brave thing they did on an op. Nope.

Gaz - Pestilence

Has an infectious smile. Literally no one can resist it. Can get anyone to do anything he asks with his smile and is soooo smug about it. Flashes it to the shy little secretary outside Price’s office when he needs a favor with his paperwork, or to the base gate-guard when he forgets his ID. He has tags on his truck for that but he likes seeing them flustered.

Price - War

Do. Not. Play. Risk. With. Him. Price has been banned from game night because the rest of the team is convinced he cheats. No one has ever beaten him at Risk—hasn’t ever come close to outmaneuvering him. Ghost takes it personally too because he’s known him the longest and still hasn’t figured out how to beat him.

Soap - Famine

Man can eat. The rest of the team knows to tell him dinner starts 15 minutes later than it really does because if you don’t beat him to it there won’t be anything left. None of the poor rookies have figured that out yet though, so Gaz always takes a little extra to share.

Ghost - Death

The jokes. Oh god the jokes. It’s not even that they’re particularly funny. It’s his deadpan delivery. He may not know anything more than cheesy military puns, but they’re good for talking rookies down in the field. Soap will never admit it but it helped a lot when he was alone in Las Almas.

NSFW below the cut

Gaz

Absolutely abuses his pretty privilege with the lads and ladies. If you think soap is a big flirt? He has nothing on Gaz. This man is disgustingly, sickeningly charming and sweet, even in bed. Is absolutely the type to have you babbling nonsense, clenching down on him as he rolls his hips languidly and murmurs the sweetest praises against your skin.

“Takin’ me so well, luv. Gonna give me one more, yeah? Gonna let me hear those pretty moans?”

Price

Talks you through it. He’s used to talking his team through missions and trainings, and it’s carried over to the bedroom. Especially when you’ve been a brat all day and you’re bent over his knee, counting each strike of his hand against the swell of your ass.

“Only 5 more, don’t get quiet on me now. If I can’t hear you I’ll keep going until you can do it right. That’s what this is for, isn’t it? To teach you to do things the right way?”

Soap

Goes down on you like he’s starving. Absolutely does it for his own pleasure, and is downright nasty about it. Begs you to let him do it, complains that he needs it, that he has to know what you taste like.

Won’t stop whining until you shove his face between your legs to shut him up, and even then he’s sucking and slurping and making lewd sounds, moaning and begging for you to cum on his tongue until he’s had his fill.

Ghost

Listen. He may be an Englishman, but Ghost fucks like the French and you can’t convince me otherwise.

La petite mort.

If he doesn’t leave you limp and tingly all over, he hasn’t finished the job. Will go as many rounds as it takes to see you dumb on his cock, so fucked out your eyes are glazed over and the only name you can remember is his.

[deadbranch]

Midnight in a Perfect World (Series Masterlist)

A Call of Duty Fandom AU (ongoing series)

Pairing: werewolf!Alex Keller x fem!Reader

18+, Minors Do Not Interact

Series Summary: Despite being a soldier, you've inherited a farm. While figuring out disposition of the property, you notice a monstrous beast is prowling the farm and the lands connected to it. This is no ordinary large predator problem. You had no idea about the hidden culture of werewolves until one figurately fell into your lap.

Series Warnings: 18+ MDNI, unprotected p in v sex, knotting, cream pie, edging, manual stimulation of genitals (m & f), oral sex (f receiving), suggestive language, fluff, flirting, angst, whump, mention of blood, canon-typical violence, breeding kink, impolite language, reader is cishet female, more warnings to be added as chapters are published.

Series Notes: No use of Y/N. Enemies to lovers trope.  The title was borrowed from the eponymous song by DJ Shadow. This series will reference the hidden culture of werewolves among humans, but without overt use of A/B/O dynamics.

*= Suggestive content

** = 18+ MDNI content

*** = Filthy smut, turn back while you still can

Only published chapters have been rated.

Chapters in purple font are active WIP.

MASTERLIST (All @deadbranch Fanfic Content)

CHAPTER 1*

A monstrous beast has been prowling the farm you inherited. 

CHAPTER 2

The man-beast from your barn meets you on post, in uniform.  His explanation of the current situation doesn’t help matters.  Selling the farm won’t prevent future conflict with a hidden culture of which you were completely unaware.

CHAPTER 3

You’ve been avoiding Alex for the last two days.  An unexpected event prompts you to reach out to him for help.

CHAPTER 4*

Alex accompanies you to the farm to ensure that it’s secure.  In a show of intention, he literally marks his territory.

CHAPTER 5*

You find out that Alex has kept some important information from you.  It breaks your heart, but you have a choice to make.

CHAPTER 6**

Alex explains some things.  It’s not everything, but it’s a start.  Your clothes are on the floor before he’s done.

CHAPTER 7***

Alex reveals something personal about himself, something that makes him vulnerable in the werewolf community. 

CHAPTER 8**

Something disturbing happens in the forest surrounding the farm.  Kirkpatrick and McIntyre come to your aid.

CHAPTER 9***

Kirkpatrick & McIntyre advise you on the way forward after last night’s attack.  While they’re out hunting, you and Alex find some private personal time together before returning to post to regroup.

CHAPTER 10***

Reader discovers the more protective and territorial side of Alex’s nature.  They resolve some unfinished business before leaving the farm.

CHAPTER 11*

You and Alex are forced apart while you finish your education about werewolf culture.  You haven’t met Major Graves yet, but he will very much affect your future with Alex.

CHAPTER 12*** NEW 11-09-23

Rai & Kurt make sure you and Alex have some much-needed time alone together.  Your mental and emotional connection has deepened in unexpected ways.

CHAPTER 13 NEW 11-10-23

Information comes to light separately, for both you and Alex.  He makes a rash decision that will affect both your lives.

CHAPTER 14* NEW 11-11-23

The Mothers arrive but you’re nowhere to be found.  While Graves attempts to hold off a national incident, you go in search of your wolf.

CHAPTER 15 [coming soon]

Summary pending

CHAPTER 16

Summary pending

CHAPTER 17

Summary pending

CHAPTER 18

Summary pending

PAST MIDNIGHT: WEREWOLF LORE NEW CONTENT 11-18-23

LORE ANNOUNCEMENT

PHYSICAL REFERENCE FOR ALEX

FACE CLAIM: RAI KIRKPATRICK

FACE CLAIM: KURT MCINTYRE

[lxvvie]

ᴀʟᴇx ᴋᴇʟʟᴇʀ x ᴘʟᴜꜱ ꜱɪᴢᴇ ᴀꜰᴀʙ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

@shadofireshinobi, you have asked and I'm here to say LAWD HAMMERCY. NSFW begins below the cut.

Alex thinks you're the softest fucking thing he has in his life, boss.

He absolutely, positively loves the way you feel against him, all supple curves pressed against hardened and battle-scarred muscle, especially at night when you're asleep.

It's not uncommon to turn around and see Alex ogling you, especially if you were/are bending down.

Hates the way you belittle yourself, boss. Fuck you mean your hips are too wide? All the more for him to grab and love on you.

Alex loves to rest his hands on them by the way. Other times, he'll wrap his arms around you and pull you flush against him just so you can understand how much he loves you. You feel how fucking hard you make him? You see how much he desires you? Like fuck will he let you slip between his fingers, boss.

And when you're in the throes of an intense makeout session, best believe those hands are on that plush ass of yours.

Those thighs of yours will be the death of him, whether they're hugging him as he's fucking you or his head is buried between them and feasting on that delicious pussy of yours.

Two words: body worship. Yes, Alex can, and yes Alex will. Fuck around and find out, boss. He'll cover your body from head to toe in kisses. And lovebites. Especially on your thighs, and has no problem telling you how fuckin' perfect you are for him.

Sit on his face, too. You won't hurt him, boss. Not by a long shot. He absolutely wants that pussy and those thighs to smother him.

Remember how he likes to rest his hands on your hips? He likes to grip them like his life depends on it, too, as he's busy impaling you on his dick from the back.

Will also have you in a mating press because he wants to see everything. E-VERY-THING. Don't hide your face, let him fucking see it, boss.

Post-coital cuddles after sex are a given. You're in his arms and he's running those hands all over your body, making you shiver and sigh, and oh, what's that, boss? Ready for round two?

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

OMG! I’m so happy for you, 5K is so exciting and you deserve it so much. I (live laugh) loveeeeeee your writing style so so so so much and I’ve just about read every fic you’ve made like 30 times over. I have an idea for a Soap nsfw fic that I’ve been wanting to submit since I found your account and I think this is the perfect time.

Rivals to lovers? Soap and reader were cadets together during their training/pre-selection days of the SAS, they were both top of their “class” and would often try to one up one another? Despite that, they would have one another’s backs. Eventually, after SAS selection, they parted ways and maybe a few years later (just after the events of MW2 2022) they reconnect as they’re both assigned to a mission. Sexual tensions high after years of not seeing each other? and goes sideways and they have to end up staying at a safe house (One bed trope?) and then things escalate from there?

Thank you for opening your requests for this momentous occasion! I’m so so happy for you and I’m so so excited for the next work you put out!

—Still The Same Fools

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 5k Drabble Masterlist ࿐ྂ

╰┈➤ ❝ [There was always a rivalry between you two - that hasn't changed even if both of you have. Years later, the boiling point is finally met.] ❞

“I told you it was a bad idea,” you tilt your head, tightly wrapping your left thigh; bandages you pull harder, grunting as the flow of blood slows. 

The safehouse is cold—and it’s snowing outside worse than a shaken snow globe on a massage chair, flakes as big as your hand slapping the window. 

Johnny’s trying to start a fire, shoulders all wound up as you stare at his tension-ridden back. 

“MacTavish,” you call, glaring. “I’m talking to you.”

“Aye,” he grunts, flicking his lighter three times before the smallest of flames sparks up—he quickly moves it to the dry logs, letting it take to the kindling. “I have ears.”

You grimace, shaking your head. 

The history between the two of you was long—dating back to the days when you’d both signed up. You’d bled together, failed, and won together, even if the tensions were visible in the air as much as the long glances were. SAS selection had been the point where your clashing attitudes had been put on pause; things were getting more serious now—there was no going back. Only a year in you’d both seen the last of each other.

Or, you thought that at least.

A mission—Norway during a blizzard. Full coverage and the means of a Capture-Or-Kill.

“You want to explain to me why you still decided to rush in like that?” You push, voice digging. 

The room was weighed down by heat—not from the now sizzling fire itself but from the stiff look that’s passed your way. You blink, Soap’s blue eyes darker than they had been. With a low grunt, the usually sarcastic and blunt man stands, beginning to stalk over with hard steps. Bodies layered with sweat and grime, you release the shreds of the bandages around your bare thigh; pants half down your legs. 

Frowning, you ignore the soar in your heart rate and let him move up to the rickety chair you sit in, his hands coming down to lean into the armrests on either side of you. 

You hold back a gasp as his face is shoved into yours.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he utters, accent stiff, and both of your eyes battling one another for dominance that neither wants to give up. Two feral wolves at each other’s throats. “Maybe it was to make sure the old Hen of mine didn’t get herself killed.”

You snap back immediately, faces closer and breath puffing over skin. “You don’t trust me?”

“Never said that,” he grunts, stubble shifting into a frown.

You scoff, nose brushing against his as heads tilt. “Prove it. Because right now, I’m hearing a lot of bullshi—”

Lips smash into yours.

The affair that night was a rabid tangle of shed clothes and loose limbs, bare skin bloody and sweat-stained long before any action had even been taken. The wound at your thigh was of little concern as the fast shove of Johnny’s pelvis sent his cock dragging along the walls of your cunt. 

“Fuck,” you gasp, head tilting back to connect with the floor as the fire spreads light over the safehouse. “God, right there. Right there, Johnny.”

Your legs tighten around his waist, a thin stream of crimson moving down your flesh as the sound of slapping wet skin echoes over and over again. Like a loyal dog, the man smirks into your neck as he bites, sucking and groaning all the more as you tighten around him with a shiver of electricity working its way down your spine straight to your core.

You whine as he grabs your chin, glaring weakly until your glossy eyes blur the space behind his head.

“Like that, do you?” He teases, hand firm and unyielding. “Tell me you like it, Dearie.”

“Go,” you pant, fingers digging into his mohawk and pulling. Johnny’s blown pupils widen even farther, hips thrusting harder and making you moan in his hold—him doing the same, with a more cut-off version that would make a pornstar blush. You force out, “screw yourself.”

He feels you tighten even farther around him, his jaw clenching as his abdomen bunches, trying to hold off his approaching orgasm. 

“I think I’m enjoying this more, see,” he sloppily kisses the side of your mouth, licking at the skin. Everything about this was pent-up lust—messy sex in both the literal and metaphorical sense. 

His tip caresses your womb, pulling almost all the way out of you before jerking forward and grinding moments after. His pelvis massages your clit, textured walls like a noose trying to keep him in. Your fluids leak out to coat his thighs a nice shiny clear. Muscles glide over yours, the dip and swell of flesh addictive. 

A growl is sent into your face. 

“Pull my hair again.” You do so, listening to the animalistic groans as your body moves up and down on the floor, cutting off exhalations of air puffing out from open mouths.

“Harder,” your gasp, “fuck me harder, Sergeant.”

A hand slams into the wood beside your head, the other moving to press into your stomach. You nearly cry when you can feel his cock hammering against the thin flesh of your abdomen. 

You tighten around him and arch your back, lips brushing against his as you strangle down a loud plea for release. Your fingers latch and twist Johnny’s head to the side as the cord in your snaps.

“Fuck,” Johnny draws out the curse, eyes rolling back as you bare down on him ruthlessly, thighs tense and stained with blood and cum as your orgasm seeps violently down the swell of them. 

He follows with a loud gasp, letting you feel the gush of his spend as it fills you to the brim, leaking out with every failing cant of his hips into yours.

The man loosens and lets his limp head hit your shoulder, body shaking as he stays above you only enough to keep his full weight from crushing you. It’s a long time before either of you find the words to speak.

“Round two?” Johnny asks. 

You blink and feel the small sparks of pain in your thigh. It was nothing serious.

“Yeah,” you shrug, voice breathless and cunt spasming. “Why not.”

[abibliophobiaa]

No. No no no. This can’t be happening. Absolutely cannot be happening.

And yet the evidence is there: a single brushed silver band around your left ring finger. On the man presently snoring beside you is a matching ring set high on that same knuckle.

Your phone pings on the bedside table. Pings again. And again. And again. You vaguely make out the name of your publicist at the top, and something akin to over three hundred notifications beneath it. The most horrifying being ‘UHM YOU GOT MARRIED?!’ from Chrissy Cunningham.

“You gonna get that?” he grumbles, shoving at the air, palm colliding with your shoulder. “Wait — why are you in my bed?”

“Oh.” Therein lies your problem. Because you don’t know. Can’t recall. Can’t remember. “Oh my god.”

But you do know a few things: you’re in Rockstar Eddie Munson’s bed, something happened last night in Vegas, you have a new tattoo, and, if the ring on your finger is any hint, you might have gotten married.

rockstar!eddie munson x f!pop star!reader. || marriage of convenience, modern day, semi enemies to lovers, forced proximity, 18+.

Coming Soon…

[frogchiro]

If you feel like it can you write something for Makarov... I think you've written for him before but it's like a famine there's not a lot of good stuff for him

Yes I've written for Makarov a few times already!! I especially love him in the hackergirl universe where he kidnaps her for information and as a way to piss on 141 but he actually get the hots for her and makes her into his pet :(

He's very aggressive and possessive, borderline obsessed with you and how pretty you look, like a porcelain doll. Dresses you in cute pastel slips, drowns you in pearls and diamonds, keeps you confined to his quarters because he saw what you did to the soldiers who dragged you back when they first brought you in; a small and soft looking but fierce thing you were, snarling and clawing at his poor soldiers, barely missing an eye.

Now he has you all to himself with not a single intention on giving you back to 141. Makes you sit in his lap in one of those short night dresses and makes you kiss and lick at his numerous tattoos as he growls into your ear in russian :(( Possessive phrases which carry a dark promise of ownership, of possessing you and keeping you all to himself. Unbeknownst to you, he looks over your shoulder as you contimue nipping at his neck towards the camera positioned in front of the bed, streaming his sinful acts live on a coded and hidden chanell specifically for the 141 to see their precious girl getting taken and filled by their arch-nemesis :((

[dins-riduur-anthe]

🎃 Can we have a round of applause for all the 2023 ‘tober writers!!! Kinktober, Whumptober, Fictober… all the ‘tobers!

SO many amazing stories all throughout the month. The amount of time and dedication is incredible! If you posted 2 stories or 31- I’m in awe!

And the best part was how many new-to-us writers we discovered to broaden and brighten our fan fiction universe.

Did you miss out or want to catch up with the posted stories? I have over 175 stories listed by day plus my top pick/s HERE

Special thanks to:

@absurdthirst @softpascalito @ozarkthedog @reluctant-mandalore @lillian-gallows @lincolndjarin @corazondebeskar-reads @oonajaeadira @palioom @myfictionaldreams @spookykoolkat @flightlessangelwings @moonlight-prose @theywhowriteandknowthings @fettuccin-e @samspenandsword @helpinghanikan @c-nstantine @spacecowboyhotch @scarletevening @anabdaniels @tinycozycomfort @little-skywalker @thewritersaddictions @princessbrunette @coqvttes @thyme-in-a-bubble @multi-fandom-imagine @persefolli @trulybetty @emmalandry @crimsonbubble @gosmigenergy @bunnyreaper @blingblong55 @samspenandsword @sageispunk @gatorbites-imagines @myevilmouse @mockerycrow @ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused @ohbo-ohno @boredzillenial @frogchiro @pascalispretty @pedropascalsx @darkuselesssomebody @yawnderu @ghostofskywalker @thefact0rygirl

[emptinesstomelodyao3-deactivate]

It's always

"When will fanfic writers update their stories?"

And never

"Does this fanfic writer have adequate enrichment to engage in writing behaviours?"

Fanfiction writers (Scriptor fictus) are intelligent animals who need plenty of enrichment as well as encouragement! If they're stuck in poor conditions (e.g. have studies, work, have to actually write to have something written) then they require the proper enrichment to engage in more healthy behaviours, like writing. Remember, due to poor breeding and socialisation, over half of all fanfic writers suffer from low self confidence and executive dysfunction so take care of them!

Give your fanfic writers proper care. Fanfiction writers are a life long commitment.

[mephisto-chapman]

Stop censoring yourself ❌

I see this a lot in writing.

You just wanna write something, but then...the idea seems a little crazy. Or you're as afraid to use swear words. Afraid to be yourself because people could find that weird.

STOP IT RIGHT NOW.

I was afraid of my own style of writing, because it's very weird, surrealistic, and shows too much emotion.

But then I decided to stop thinking like this and write a story completely in my own style.

And it was awesome.

You shouldn't be afraid of the way you're thinking and sometimes put your dark side into your stories. Trust me: it has potential.

[froyo-ocs]

Hey, can y’all rb this if it’s okay to send you messages asking about your ocs, cause on god I wanna interact with y’all but I am terrified of being annoying lol

[l1atena1]

Don't you sometimes get an absolutely extrodinary, mind blowing, such an awesome idea for a story, but you just don't have enough skill level to pull it off?

[dark-magical-ships]

Write it anyway.

Write it anyway, write it anyway, write it anyway.

There are so, so, so many reasons:

You gain that skill level only through practice. So practice.

No matter what you’re writing, no matter how badly you think you’ve written it, there is ALWAYS some audience that will love it and cherish it.

You can use what you write the first time around as a first draft and just rewrite it again later when you feel like tackling the story again!

Rewriting the same story over and over is a valid writing process. It’s literally just creating new drafts. Each iteration will be better than the last, because each is building on your growing skill and experience.

If you love the story, it will always be worth telling simply for your own enjoyment. If no one else ever sees it, that’s okay! Your art should be for you first, anyway.

Write it anyway.

[skribblegurl]

some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

[adeactivatedmain]

hey. if you’re feeling down about your writing, remember: you made a story from nothing. from your brain. you straight up invented people (aka your ocs), you weaved together plot points and scenes that only you could conjure, you created something. not just something, but something unique to you. something that wasn’t there before. it didn’t occur naturally. you made it, with your own brain and fingers tapping away at a keyboard. that alone is enough to be proud of, man. shit’s cool

[writing-ideas-inc]

Prompt

"Don't you understand? We are merely pawns in the game they play, ready to be sacrificed and slaughtered for the ‘greater good'! But I’m done following their ever-changing rules. I’m leaving."

She stood up and turned away, but I spoke before her hand touched the doorknob. "I'd still rather be their pawn than their opponent."

- submission by helloihavenoidentity on Instagram

[freyjas-falcon]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Decided to rewrite my fiction, because sometimes you need to burn things to the ground and rebuild them better.

[froggolly-deactivated20221217]

congrats if you’ve ever written a fanfic over 110k words you’ve written an epic 

[ebonyheartnet]

Hey @deadcatwithaflamethrower did you know this? 👀