20| Dreamer | Avid Reader | Sometimes I Write| Straight | I reblog stuff that is 18+ and if I post any of my own writing it will most likely be 18+ MDNI
For the love of god please put your age in your bio or in a pinned post. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED IF I CANT TELL HOW OLD YOU ARE. Also in the end of it all, you are responsible for your own media consumption. If you decide to go around warnings that is your own choice. Thank you.💞 Also, my blog is a safe space! If anyone need’s to vent or just wants someone to talk to my dm’s are always open. <3
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} Things About Me
- I’m 19
- She/Her
- I sometimes go by Kat (open to nicknames tbh)
- I’m short enough that I have to climb onto counters to reach the top shelf (fml)
- Scorpio
- INFJ
- if I’m outside you’ll often find me staring at the sky whether it’s day or night
- I mainly write for fun but would love to maybe pursue it as a career one day
- I’m happiest when it’s raining outside and I can just curl up with a good book with a cup of hot chocolate or coffee <3
- I’m part of multiple fandoms so you’ll find reblogs (and maybe a few of my own writings) of all sorts here :)
- If you decide to follow me I would greatly appreciate if in your bio it could indicate that you’re over the age of 18. Whether it’s a simple 18+ or even if it says MDNI (minors do not interact)
Find info about my writing by clicking ‘keep reading’ :)
Also here are the tags I use if you’d like to block any (I reblog a lot and I know that annoys some people)
#random0lover replies
#random0lover is kinda flabbergasted
#random0lover horny tings
#random0lover relates
#random0lover writing struggles
#random0lover things about me
#random0lover emotional dumps
#random0lover my writing
#random0lover polls 📊
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#random0lover angst reblog
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#random0lover rambles ♡
} Masterlist
Key for works
Fluff = ✨
Light Smut = ☀️
Smut = 🔥
Smut with hard kinks = 🔥💥
This includes CNC (CONSENSUAL non-consent), intense bondage, knife play, gun play, pet play, intense impact play, fear play. I think that’s it but more may be added.
Angst = 🌪️
No Comfort = 🥀
Fem!reader = 🌩️
GN!reader = 🌨️
AFAB!reader = ❄️
No Reader Insert = 🍄
• Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley
🌩️☀️✨] A Day for First’s and Adding A Second
- Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x wife fem!reader, slight NSFW, established relationship, pregnancy mentioned, you and Simon have a son, fluff
🌨️🌪️✨] TF141 x gn!reader That Was a Military Kid
-Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x GN!reader, SFW, angst, fluff, reader is mean and dealing with a lot emotionally, talk of parental death, established relationship, Simon is understanding and caring
-mini series-🌪️🥀🌨️] Open Wounds and War Paint
- Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x GN!reader, SFW, Angst/No Comfort, blood, reader death(?)
-part 2- 🌪️🥀🌨️] Her Past is Their torture
- Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x GN!reader, SFW, Angst/No Comfort (yet), nothing to serious for this part but make sure to read warnings
• Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish
❄️✨] Johnny Mactavish Head Canon’s - dad edition (kinda)
- John ‘soap’ Mactavish x afab!reader, SFW, marriage, pregnancy, fluff
🌨️✨] Hot Chocolate & Hoodies
- John ‘Soap’ Mactavish x GN!reader, SFW, Fluff
•Captain John Price
❄️✨]John Price Head Canon’s - dad edition (kinda)
-John Price x afab!reader, SFW, marriage, pregnancy, fluff
🌨️✨]Captain John Price Head Canon’s- SO that has Tourette’s Syndrome
-John Price x GN!reader, SFW, reader has Tourette’s Syndrome, John is supportive, fluff
🌨️🌪️✨]TF141 x gn!reader That Was a Military Kid
-John Price x GN!reader, SFW, angst, comfort, reader is emotionally dealing with a lot, established relationship, John’s a sweetheart, talk of parental death
• Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick
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•König
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•Everyone
🍄✨]Bar/pub owners!141, Los Vaqueros, König, and Kate Laswell Head Canon’s
-SFW, fluff, alcohol mentioned, drunk people mentioned, harassment mentioned, ghostsoap mentioned one time, blood mentioned once
} Random One-Shots
These will be anywhere between 1,000 to 1,500 words
🔥🌨️] “What do you want?”
-Male!dom x GN!reader, Smut, NSFW
} Things I absolutely refuse to write
Be aware of clicking the words in purple. The links lead to possibly NSFW things or topics that may be triggering for some.
- Watersports (what is this?) (not judging just not my thing)
- Pedophilia 😡
- Scatophilia (what is this?) (not judging just not my thing)
-Cannibalism (only time you would probably ever see this is if I’m writing an apocalypse fic but it would not be an important part of it)
-anything involving dead bodies or animals (I mean this in a sexual manner (like kinks people have) as this is absolutely disgusting and horrible)
} Things I’m not exactly comfortable writing
This is not to offend anyone as I would never judge anyone for their kinks! This is me just trying to set some personal boundaries <3
- age play
I have nothing against age play (as long as everyone is playing a legal age). I went through some childhood trauma that makes writing it hard and I would prefer not to write it for my own mental health <3
-CBT (what is this?)
Once again nothing against anyone that enjoys this! It’s just really not my cup of tea and I don’t want to offend anyone or spread any misinformation by writing it incorrectly!
-Tentacles
I myself have read a few fics like this but I don’t ever really see myself writing it. I don’t frequent in erotica like that so I really wouldn’t know what the hell I would be doing 😅
-Electro stimulation (what is this?)
Honestly never heard of it until I started looking into different kind of kinks. It’s definitely an interesting one but not something I could see myself writing.
} A Small Warning
I reblog and not very often but sometimes vent about sensitive topics. This can range from SA (what is this?), Abuse may come up at times (mainly mental and emotional), Childhood Trauma can often come up even if I do not go into detail, and things that probably piss me off or make me angry.
That’s all for now but more may be added as time goes on! If you read all that thank you so much <3
Requests are open
Please read the things above before sending in a request. Thanks my love 💕
“Hot take but I’m a hater of the "crybaby during sex" tropes. Reader inserts are fake as hell, no one whines during sex. No one cries. Women don't beg like that. Be so for fucking real.”
Price overhears you say this with one elbow on the pub table and just enough whiskey in him to call that bet.
He doesn't argue, doesn't launch into a lecture about physiology or the psychology of denial. He just drags his thumb along the rim of his glass, eyes on your mouth, and says, "Bet I can make you eat those words, dove."
Back at his place, the whole thing starts deceptively sweet. He's careful with you, painfully careful for a man built like a wall and armed to the teeth. Shirt off, beard rasp, the smell of cedar soap and tobacco. He kisses you stupid on the couch first, teeth grazing, breath stolen, hand around your throat to control where your head is angled, thumb catching the corner of your jaw just to keep you still while he drinks you in. When he pulls back, you're dazed, lips swollen, heartbeat off kilter; your hips are already tilting; your skepticism is already slipping.
When his cock finally slides into you, the world narrows heat and the blunt stretch of him. He drives you right up to the edge, steady-steady-steady... and then he stops.
Just... stops.
He's still seated deep, thick and perfect and there, the kind of pressure that makes your eyes sting because your body can feel the shape of a coming relief and then the relief is gone. He braces on his elbows, pupils blown, breath warm at your cheek. Not moving. Not even a grind.
"Price- ," your voice breaks on his name. "Why'd you- ?"
You hear yourself. You hear the rasp, the wobble. It pisses you off. You swallow, try again with dignity. "This isn't- funny."
He kisses the corner of your mouth and doesn't budge. "Not laughing." A beat, then a coo. "Feels good, hm? Tell me how good."
Annoyance sparks. You try and lift your hips and he pins them. The thwarted friction hits like a live wire. Heat flashes, then frustration, then a brimming embarrassing want that makes your throat go tight.
"Come on," you snap, trying for dry. It lands breathless. "You can't just.. stop."
"I can." A soft cluck of his tongue. "Question is... can you ask?"
Your face goes hot. You won't whine. You don't whine. That's the point. You plant your palms on his chest, mean to shove; end up clutching instead. The muscles under your hands flex when you tremble. Something traitorous inside you edges close to the surface.
He strokes your cheeks with two knuckles, thumb catching the wet at your lash you absolutely refuse to acknowledge. "Use your words, dove."
It unravels you. Annoyance calcifies into anger, then melts into helpless need, leaving you raw and wanting.
"No- no, why'd you stop, p-please... I n-need it. I need it so bad."
The plea is out before pride can catch it. Your voice shakes; your lip wobbles too. He hums like a man winning the bet.
"Oh yeah?" he breathes against your ear. "And what exactly do you want, dove? You know I can't give you what you want if you don't use that pretty mouth of yours- use your words for me."
You try, stumble, try again. "Want you to move. Want you to- fuck John- please."
Satisfaction flickers across his face. "Attagirl." He rolls his hips in one slow devastating thrust that knocks a sob loose from your chest. Mortifying. A small, hiccuping sound you would deny in a court of law.
He hears it though. Oh, he hears it. "That's it." Another measured push, deeper. "Let me have it. Let me hear you."
You cling. The tears come hot and unfair, stingy little things from the sheer ache of being kept there and being given exactly what you asked for.
"There's my good girl. Knew you'd sound sweet when you begged for it. Look at you, so loud with that mouth, and now you're shaking for it."
he's jealous of the kids who get sugary snacks in their lunchboxes, he's jealous of the privates that get letters from birds while they're away at basic, and he's damn jealous of his captain and his sweet little wife that takes him in after an especially rough deployment.
it burns him inside, he deserves to be taken care of after a long hard day (he watches you help john out of his boots after a hard afternoon of yardwork) he deserves to be pampered and cooked for every night (you run the shower for you husband to jump in, timed perfectly for when dinner gets taken out of the oven), simon deserves to wake up with his cock in your mouth (he doesn't sleep much and you bedroom door is far too thin to continue with your morning routine with a guest in the house).
he deserves you and he'll take you in any way he can.
and john knows, simon knows his captain knows in the way he encourages you to spend time with his lieutenant. taking him to the grocery store under the guise of getting him out of the house for a little, help him work out a bit, it gets lonely in your garage gym and your guest should never feel out of place in your home. run him a bath after his long day, it's ok to fall asleep on him, the war documentary is long and it's late, it's fine when people think simon is your husband, sometimes he deserves a little treat sometimes.
so when simon finds himself balls deep in your aching cunt as john smokes by the window, telling him exactly where to put his mouth and how hard his hands can dig into your tits and how fast to circle your clit, he's jealous. jealous the old man knows you so well he can play his lt. like a puppet to please you.
but he guesses that at some point, wherever this is going, he'll know you pretty well too.
hey if you're trans in the us i love you. hey if you're queer in the us i love you. hey if you're a person of color in the us i love you. hey if you're a woman in the us i love you. hey if you're disabled in the us i love you. i love you i love you i love you
*forgets to message back* *forgets to check notifications* *forgets to look through bookmarks* *forgets to check reminders* *forgets to check out [insert content] that i said i would* *forgets to take my phone off do not disturb* *forgets to
Just thinking about how simon would definitely be the type of man to start cooking ribs, I mean like marinating those things and letting them slow cook for hours, only for him to slip out of the bed at nearly 3am.
You only noticed because his side of the bed got colder and then you woke up to your precious simon riley with a plate of ribs in his big hands, piled high for both of you as he sat down. you wouldn’t care about getting food on the bed this late, and he knew it. He liked cooking for you when on leave, liked providing.
“ribs.”
He mumbled, and you gave a sleepy nod before leaning against him, idly taking a rib and obliging him with a bite of the food. As it turns out, it was pretty damn good, and for another hour or so you both just sat there, silently eating ribs in bed.
Can we talk about how in zombie shows/movies/books they always find a veterinarian and not a surgeon? Are veterinarians deemed more likely to survive the apocalypse?
