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[cannibalgoldfish]

Update? Status? Why Am I here?

I know I haven't written anything in a while (my apolocheese) I've been going through some SHIT (the ao3 writer curse is real and kicking my ass) I'm just testing the waters right now to see if I would like to keep writing and posting mainly on this account as it was originally to meet other writers and share my shit and just have interactions online. So here's a little poll to see if there is a good amount of people who are still interested in this account lmao. (Thank you to my 30 followers y'all are real ones fr fr)

I know that the COD MW2 posts brought in a lot of y'all but I don't know if I only want to write things because they are popular and get me reblogs and likes. (I'm still going to be doing more MW stuff but mainly for my enjoyment and not for popularity reasons) so there might not be any MW3 stuff for a while.

My askes and requests are still open if you guys want anything specific (I'll keep those open)

This whole post is just mainly a motivator to keep writing cuz I have been in a writing slump for a while. If anyone else is having the same problems or have any comments at all feel free to say something in the comments or reblog or anything like that. I want to encourage more interactions on the blog (safe zone people!!)

Thanks for listening

(Should have I added a tag list here or only for the fics??? let me know)

[cannibalgoldfish]

Unavoidable (Part three)

Paring: Price x Trans Male Reader 

Summary: The rest of the unit finds out about reader's and Price's little secret

Part one Part two

Wordcount: 962

Warnings: Not full on smut but slightly steamy near the end (AFAB parts mentioned but no use of feminine language or gendering for the reader)

A few days had passed since the "incident" that resulted secret meetings, hidden kisses, and many (MANY) excuses to talk in his office. Price kept up his performance of professionalism , although a little less cold than before, he had let some time pass before speaking with you in public to seem as if the problem wasn't in fact you but was some personal issue that was brought up by the former mission. The rest of the team had felt the tension dissolve and gone back to their normal routines, not worried about certain topics or if you and Price where in the same room together. 

Gaz, revamping his chef skills (a hobby that seemed to only come to life when you all where stationed anywhere for more than a month or at home base), introduced the old tradition of weekly dinner again. This week's meal was spaghetti paired with some fancy wine he had chosen and convinced the rest of the unit to lend him money to pay for the near ridiculous price tag while they went shopping earlier. 

The door to the base swung open right as Gaz had finished plating the food, you chuckled at Gaz scolding Ghost and Soap for coming in late. (Apron on and spoon in hand, it was hard to take him fully serious) "Blame the big guy, he's the one that insisted on staying until-" Soap responded, getting cut off when Ghost slapped him upside the head. 

"Some people are actually hungry over here you know.." You jokingly call out as the duo sat down (Soap pouting and rubbing the back of his head), Price pushing the chairs out from under the table with his foot for them. Gaz began setting down the food, detailing the ingredients and cooking specifics that was only of importance to those who understood the culinary arts. The meal continued with conversations and laughter until a gentle pressure brought you out the little bubble you where in. Sitting directly across from you was Price, smirking and moving his boot slowly up and down the length of your leg. The others not noticing the interaction, where busy chatting away. The tension filled gaze filled your core with heat, hiding his smug grin by taking a drink of wine when Soap turned his attention to Price. 

two can play at that game 

Playing innocent, you allow him to keep playing his little game. Pretending like everything is normal, you continue the dinner ignoring his looks and talking with the others. Finishing the meal, Ghost and Soap offer to do clean up duty while you gather the dishes. Getting up you begin collecting the plates as Gaz and Price sit at the table, strategically leaning over at the right moments you smile to yourself as you catch Price try to not make his staring obvious. Once the area had been cleaned and cleared the others slowly retreated back to their rooms. You had waited leaning against the counter, refusing to leave first, a challenge against Price's actions. 

"Shall I walk you back?" You grin at him, teasing the implication. He looks at you, a smile growing as he stands to his full height, he nods and motions the way to his bunk. Walking back, near shoulder to shoulder the entire way, you two stop at the door. Price steps in front of you, one hand holding on the door knob, a shy but excited expression on his face. 

"I'll leave you to it then." You grin almost giggling at the sudden emotion drop on his face, "I said that I'd walk you back, nothing else" You turn to go back your room, leaving a shocked and dumbfounded captain behind you. 

___

The next morning, during your routine inspections of the base and the refilling supplies for future missions, you where grabbed from behind and dragged into the nearest room. Your eyes slowly adjusted to the sudden dark, a hand removed it self from your mouth as the figure let you go. "Thought I'd get you back" Price's voice gruff and filled with smugness from being able to catch you off guard. 

"You're the one who started it" You shot back, letting out a small laugh as his arms wrapped around your waist pulling you in for a kiss. You could feel him smiling as his hands moved ever so slightly downward, leading you on him as his knee gently pushes between your legs. You let out a groan, grinding on to him as he kisses your collarbone leaving hickeys just low enough to be hidden by your shirt. "Here?" you ask, arching your back and pressing into him as the heated coil builds within you. He says nothing, humming in response, his hands making their way up your shirt before moving back down, dipping into your waistline. 

A noise cut through the air, causing you to freeze. "Shit" You half laughed half grumbled, body going slack at getting caught. Soap's wolf whistle faded into his giggle as you looked over to seek Ghost's shoulders moving in laughter. "Seriously?" Price muttered, hands still on you, face buried in your neck in embarrassment.

"I see you two finally made up" Soap says with a smirk and wink, looking between the two of you taking in every detail. (most likely for "blackmail" later on) Ghost, amusement raiding from him in waves, grabs Soap by the back of his collar to yank him away, "Let the love birds be Johnny." You feel Price straighten up, watching the two walk away leaving the door open. You look back at him, both serious for a moment before cracking into quiet laughter. 

"Wait- why were YOU TWO looking in a closet anyways?!" you call out after them, already knowing the answer. 

Tag list:

@homicidal-slvt

@b0g-b0y

@ghost-2513 - Credit for most of the plot lmaooo

@tapioca-marzipan

Sorry it took so long! (got like several months of writers block) also anyone have any advice on making a pinned post for guidelines or organizing the posting of fanfics? I'm fr just freeballing it rn....

[cannibalgoldfish]

Update????

Heyo!

I apologize for the lack of fics being posted (I promise I am working on them!!) Things have been crazy (moving, new job, college etc.) This semester ended so I will have a lot more time to begin writing, so look out for more fics in the near future.

The reason I posted this, was not only to make sure y'all know I'm not dead but I recently got an email from someone on Webnovel finding a fic on my ao3 (getRECKT606 if you want to check it out) and they are wanting me to write for Webnovel or something like that. (I sent an email back with questions)

I have never heard about Webnovel or know anything about them, so if anyone does have any information or past experiences with them please reblog and comment, or message me or any mixture of the two. I mean any information at all!! Or maybe let me know if any other writers have also gotten an email or if you know someone who also got an email from them.

It would be a really big help thank you!!!!

Also, as per the topic of fics:

I have one COD MW II requested fic in the works (about half done) and I hope to revamp my old Hannibal fic.

My asks are open for requests, questions, or even if you just want to say hi and make friends lol

if you would like to be added on a taglist for any fanfics in particular or any fandoms let me know!!!! (I have the few that have already asked to be tagged so don't worry if you've previously told me)

[cannibalgoldfish]

well shit I guess I'll just keep posting mini parts and not one big long fic- right now here's what I got out:

Price X Trans male reader- Unavoidable pt. 1 and Unavoidable pt. 2

(Part three in works right now)

Gaz x Reader (Gender Neutral) You're Beary Cute

Fic posting preference

I noticed when making several part series, the later parts get less notes so I might just switch to completely finishing and posting one long part rather than making different parts and posting them over time unless y'all want several parts

The poll is mainly for my followers that followed after I posted my COD Modern Warfare X Reader fics but its open to anyone that reads fics or who wants to vote

If you're seeing this and not following me but like X reader fics, vote or follow or both (whatever you want to do) I write for male, gender neutral, and female readers and take requests :)

Also if you have fics that you wrote or fics you recommend and want to share you can always send an ask with your fic

[cannibalgoldfish]

You're Beary Cute

Paring: Gaz x Reader (Gender neutral- No use of pronouns for reader)

Summary: Reader has a "little" crush on Gaz and finds a way to tell him without actually telling him. Valentines themed (I know its way late for Valentines day but shushhhhh enjoy the oneshot) 

Wordcount: 1,669

Warnings: none- super fluffy                                             There are switches in focus from Reader to Gaz but it's still second person narration stuff (Tilde symbol  ~ indicating the switch) 

As the new rookie to the 141 you where met with both warm welcome, Gaz overjoyed at not being the baby of the group anymore and Soap excited to have someone who wasn't aware of the slightly dangerous pranks he liked to pull, and just simple welcomes, Ghost not wanting to get to close (you wore him down eventually) and Price afraid to drag another "kid" in the world of the 141. After several months of being with the unit the novelty began to fade away, although with Soap gaining a partner in crime it never fully fizzled out.

 Proving that you could pull you weight in the team, you gained respect from Ghost and got access to the inner circle. Knowing the others secrets meant that you had to return a few in trade, which unfortunately for you where all more embarrassing than anything else. One late night at a bar after you had a few to many, the team realized you weren't lying about the failed dog walker business you had as a teenager that resulted in you falling into a fountain after tripping on a leash. Or how you got banned from the Zoo after teaching the chimpanzees a vulgar hand sign. Or the accidental Big Foot sighting that got on the news in your home town. (It had just been you covered in mud after a camping trip that had gone wrong.)

The one secret you wished to keep, that was actually so painfully obvious to everyone except Soap, was your crush on Gaz. Price was the first to figure it out early on as you attempted to save yourself after turning red and stuttering while Gaz was helping you study flight manuals. Ghost later caught you "zoning out" in Gaz's direction during a collective gym workout session, chuckling at your poor excuse, he agreed not to say anything. Gaz, oblivious as ever, never seemed to notice or believe the gentle teases from the others.  

Currently, while on down time after a mission, you where ranting to Price in his office about the situation after he brought up the approaching holiday. You softly kick the door closed as you set down the box of files you helped him carry in, "I've tried EVERYTHING-"

"Except confessing." 

"Movie night failed-" 

"I thought you host one like every week?" 

"Well yea, but it was meant to be a soft entry confession thing but Soap CRASHED IT!" 

You yelled out the last part in exasperation, flopping down on the small sofa Price kept in the room. The door creaked open, "Crashed what?", Soap asked sticking his head in. Price looked up from the papers and huffed, slight annoyance was written all over his face. You go to shove Soap's face out of the doorway, "Nothing! Go away it's dad advice time". 

He held up a file with a smirk on his face, "Oh my bad, I guess I'll have to do paper work later." Turning and leaving the door wide open just to piss you off, Soap sauntered away.  

"When did I become- you know what I don't want to know..." Price muttered getting up from his desk and walking out into the common area. Following him out you continued talking,  "Even if I do say something, what then? like I can't go anywhere if it all goes wrong, maybe I can transfer or something, going MIA would be even better- Hey what?" Stopping midway through as Price turned around and directly walked back into his office again. 

"You'll figure it out, you're smart." He stated with a smile, before closing the door in your face. 

. . .

Opening the door to leave for his morning run, Gaz looks down at the objects sitting in front of the entry, a single rose and a giant Ferrero Rocher. Looking around he saw that everyone else also had gifts with a rose in front of their doors, Soap had Biscoff chocolate bar, Ghost had a chili chocolate, Price had a coffee chocolate, and you had a bag of gummy worms. Picking his up, he felt a small lump on the underside of the base, flipping it over he saw that there was a hidden pocket containing a note of a single word: Tank.  

A smile formed on his face as a blip of realization hit, every morning for his run he passes by the old retired tank south of the base. Going to put up the rose and the chocolate, he shoved the note in his pocket and left for his jog. 

Reaching his destination faster than usual, Gaz stopped to take a breath squatting by the old machine. Something glinting in the low light of the sun rise caught his attention, walking over to the edge of the tank, hanging from the main gun was a small silver key with another note: Roof

~

Preparing for room checks was a boring but slightly cathartic part of your routine, making sure that everything was clean and organized kept your space peaceful in comparison to the chaos of the missions the unit was sent on. Moving to open the door to sweep, you slipped on something causing you to nearly miss slamming your head on the door nob and landing right on your ass. Checking the bottom of your boot, you saw a heart cut out of construction paper with words scribbled on the front. 

 Warehouse #34  1800 hrs.

~

Entering the common area, Gaz sees most of the unit up and sitting around the table. Soap was already eating his chocolate bar while Price and Ghost where drinking from mugs. "What you'd get?" Price asked watching Gaz grab a bottle of water from the fridge. "Just a chocolate." He answered, not noticing the glance between Price and Ghost, as he walked over to the door that lead to the roof.  "Finally gonna jump?" Ghost called out as Gaz climb the stairs, Gaz not bothering to respond in the hurry to find the next note.

Pushed against the corner of the rail guard, was a black storage box padlocked with a lock and chain. Pulling out the key, Gaz opened it to find a package wrapped completely in duct tape and wires. Barley touching a wire caused a small beep altering him to a timer stuck under the lid. The timer began counting down from 10 seconds, scrambling to figure out the "bomb" Gaz stepped back as the box went off. A mini cloud of glitter exploded within the box, picking up the package he unwraps it. The box was folded in plastic wrap so the duct tape wouldn't ruin the cardboard box, holding it with a smile Gaz looked down at the Lego orchid botanical set.

~

"Whatcha thinking about?" Soap sat down on the table next to you, his voice cutting through the haze you where in. "Nothing, just tired." You responded sitting up, hand in your pocket holding on to the note. You had been sitting there, staring at the clock counting down the minutes until six o'clock. 

Finally finding an excuse to leave you get up, "Shit, I forgot to refill my med pack.". You walk over to your room and grab a bag. "It's probably to late for the nurse's station, they've all gone home by now." Soap responded, too distracted by his phone to give to much notice. 

You ran out the door, calling out behind you, "I'll just go check the warehouse, better be safe than sorry." Quickly jogging to the building, you paused before entering. 

What if it was it wasn't what you had wanted?

Walking in, you see a table in the middle of the room sitting on the table was a massive bouquet of flowers and a teddy bear holding a paper heart: Build me? 

A clang from the side of the building makes you turn to the noise, "Some bloody idiot-" Gaz muttered tripping over a toolbox someone had left out. "Hey, sorry I tried to get here, Price was going on about incident reports for so long and I didn't want to be rude, anyways-" He stops rambling as you pick up the bear. 

"You uh mentioned wanting a build a bear date one time, so I thought-" He was nervously picking at his fingers, occasionally looking between you and the bear. 

"Gaz come here-" You chuckle, holding your arms out to him. He smiles and completes the hug, "So I take it you like the gift?"

"I love it, did you get mine?" 

"yea, did you make the glitter bomb yourself?" 

"I asked Soap to teach me a while back, sorry there wasn't more puzzles, I only had so much time in between missions and -" This time it was his turn to shut you up from your anxious ramblings, "It was perfect, although soap could have taught you a little better" 

"Yea, lets blame him for that" 

You could feel his movements as he laughed, still holding onto you he leans in before kissing you, "So me, you, build-a-bear Thursday?" You nod in response pulling him to you, occasionally breaking away to breath and smile as he playfully huffed in anger when you broke the kiss.

Attempting to back away (You could only move so far as Gaz wouldn't let you out of arms reach still holding on to you) You look at him, jokingly scolding him for the earlier incident he caused, "you know that stupid ass- I mean sweet note you slipped under the door gave me the biggest bruise on my ass.".

"oh really it did?" Gaz laughed again, a mischievous grin growing on his face as his hands snaked down to the injured area.  "Maybe I can help with that." 

"You sure can." 

I needed to write something cute after the angsty Price X Reader fic lmao  

It was going to be an x male reader but when writing it there was no pronouns or descriptions needed for reader, so might as well make it for everyone. 

Follow for more X reader stuff- requests are open

[cannibalgoldfish]

Fic posting preference

I noticed when making several part series, the later parts get less notes so I might just switch to completely finishing and posting one long part rather than making different parts and posting them over time unless y'all want several parts

The poll is mainly for my followers that followed after I posted my COD Modern Warfare X Reader fics but its open to anyone that reads fics or who wants to vote

If you're seeing this and not following me but like X reader fics, vote or follow or both (whatever you want to do) I write for male, gender neutral, and female readers and take requests :)

Also if you have fics that you wrote or fics you recommend and want to share you can always send an ask with your fic

[cannibalgoldfish]

stuff that feels rewarding as a fanfic author:

when your work inspires fanart/comics

when people point out a scene/particular line(s) that tugged at their heartstrings

when people ask for your meta of your work that they enjoyed so much

when someone comments on a fic you wrote 982783113502 years ago

getting recc’d

just the small happiness in knowing you made someone out there smile on their way to work/home or at school, in knowing you warmed someone’s heart somehow

[cannibalgoldfish]

Unavoidable (Part two)

Paring: Price X Trans male reader

Summary: Price and reader get back from the what occurred at a safe house, however the outcome becomes more hostile than it should have. The rest of the team senses the unease and agitation but are unable to help. Reader having enough of Price's avoidance confronts him about it. 

Part one

Word count: 1,764

Warnings: Angsty for most of it until the near the end then fluff stuff. Nothing else unless you count swearing (but come on? THAT's the thing you're worried about?) 

This is my first x reader set so let me know how I did lmao 

It had been days since the incident, weeks would be more truthful to use but time felt different around the others. Soap, Ghost, and Gaz are a sped up whirlwind in comparison to the cold sludge of Price that had formed overnight. The sense of regret increasingly morphed into a near bitter "indifference" that Price had enforced since that night. It was as if you had been simultaneously turned invisible and into a mosquito that was constantly buzzing next to his ear. 

No orders. No eye contact. Nothing.

It was as if you hadn't ever existed. The rest of the unit felt the strain but had no knowledge of what happened, from the overheard whispers you walked in on, you could tell they thought that something went down during the mission. 

Soap after several failed attempts to get any information out of you, gave up after he saw the damage the punching bag took one night after tensions got to high. Ghost would occasionally drop by bringing in paperwork to fill out or entering with tea, his own silent version of support. Gaz and Soap on the other hand, took a less subtle route, immediately began planning movie nights and sneaking in board games as a temporary buffer for the agitation.

Recently, the irritability had plateaued while still being at an all time high. You had figured out Price's schedule, which lead you to spending your mornings in your room to evade him as he went in and out for meetings. (Afternoons he was shut up in his office for hours at a time, allowing you to be free to do whatever with the others in the common area.)

Unfortunately for you, it was what the unit called "briefing day", the monthly meeting of Laswell keeping the unit informed of general legal stuff in case you all need to get shipped off somewhere and didn't have time for a full preparation. The conference was held in her office building since you where all in the country, meaning there was no hiding out from Price.

In a small effort to procrastinate, after getting ready, you where unpacking and repacking your travel duffle. There was a light knock at the door as Soap peeked in, "Hey me and Ghost are gonna head off if you wanna join?". 

You stood up and did a faked a stretch, pretending to still be waking up, "Nah you go on ahead, I still need my morning coffee." Soap nodded but stood there for a moment, a look of worry that was unable to hide flashed on his face before closing the door. Waiting for the footsteps to fully fade, you walked out into the kitchen. The quiet stillness of the room created a small sense of security in you before leaving.

 The weight in your stomach gained more and more weight the closer you got to the door, swiftly opening the door and stepping inside you stood next to Gaz. Not looking up from the floor until the screen lit up with various information. Laswell's presentation quicky blended into background noise, partially from being boring legal jargon and from the anxiety of being near him. 

A gentle nudge of Gaz's foot brought everything back into focus. "-I'll send over the files tomorrow morning. That's all for today.", Laswell finishing up, began gathering her things presumably for her next meeting. You turned to leave, following Ghost and Soap out, when Laswell called for you to stop. Gaz passing by you threw you a silent good luck and joined the others. 

Price, in your peripheral vision, shuffled from foot to foot. His nervousness gave some relief to the ever growing anxiety, it couldn't have been an ambush if he didn't know or plan it. She huffed and slapped down papers onto the table switching from Chief Laswell to Kate, "You're both adults. I am not sending anyone any where until this team stops being.......Compromised. ". She shot a look at price before regaining composure, "Off the record- Get your shit together."

Laswell motioned toward to door for you both to leave, moving to the door you immediately headed back to the base. It wasn't a question of if she knew, of course she knew Kate would have been the first and probably only person that Price would have gone to after it happened. The real issue was what Price had done to make her so aggravated, had he tried to get a transfer? And if he did, who did he want gone? You or Him? 

The wave of anger over the thought of Price trying you get you kicked off the unit sent you reeling. You slammed the door to the base open, cutting off Gaz who had opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, "Not now Gaz, just-" You yelled walking into your room closing the door behind you. Sitting on the bed you stared at the wall, trying to push down the seething rage before it caused you to do anything stupid. (You had already had several infractions in your file that nearly caused you to get discharged, making the issue with Price even worse if he chose to file a complaint or give a reason for you to leave.) 

Feeling guilty over taking it out in Gaz, you leave to go apologize but freeze when you hear voices in the common area. Standing in the doorway of your room you listen, the hallway blocking your eyeline to the kitchen where they sat. 

"Have you tried the earl grey Ghost brought? It's got lavender in it." 

"Not yet." 

It goes silent except for the shuffling of papers and the scratching of a pen.

"Price, sir?"

 "Hmm" 

"You've been a little.... off since you gotten back, it's been a while and we're all-......... Have you thought about maybe talking to someone?"  

"I've got it handled Gaz."      

"With all due respect sir you shouldn't keep it in if-"

"ENOUGH GARRICK." 

You flinched at the scraping of a chair, anger bubbling up at Price's reaction. Was he really that disgusted? If he had regretted it, he could have forgotten about it and moved on. You hadn't even brought it up, if anything it was Price that ruined it. It wasn't his anger that hurt, it was the reason behind it that did. Was being with you, in any capacity, really that bad? 

You where exhausted, exhausted of the pity looks from the rest of the unit every time they thought you weren't looking. Done with everyone walking on eggshells around you and him, tired of being treated like a infant whose about to cry at any moment. You where done with dealing with everything that was caused by him. 

Having enough you turn around and walk back out, marching directly to Price's room. Raising your hand to knock, you stop. What the fuck am I even going to sa-

Midway through your thought, the door to the room swings open. All the anger fueled confidence vanishing the moment he came into view, "I'm.......-If you where going to do something I could come back later.".

Price looks at you for a moment, face clear of emotion, he steps to the side allowing you entry "I was actually coming to talk to you.", he stated closing the door behind you. You turned to him, he stood there arms crossed and in a wide stance. It was the most professional you've seen him be in weeks. Anger rising again as the silence continued, Price not bothering to further explain himself destroyed any patience you had left. 

"No. You know what, I'm tired of this shit!" The rant you've attempted to shove down for multiple weeks blurts out, whisper yelling at him you let it out. "I'm tired of walking into a room and having to watch out for.......you! Having to make sure that I don't set you off, having to make sure that 2 seconds worth of eye contact isn't going to ruin BOTH of our days!" Afraid to raise your voice even a decibel higher for fear of your voice cracking and ruining the false confidence, you pause to take a breath trying to keep tears from forming. 

"Yea it was stupid and I'm sorry I initiated it, but it does not give YOU THE RIGHT TO THROW A FUCKING FIT OVER IT AND TAKE IT OUT ON EVERYONE WITHIN A MILE RADIUS NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU REGRETTED OR IT WAS REPULSED BY-" Realizing you had slowly moving closer to him, inches separating your faces, you back up until you hit the wall behind you. The rage being sucked out by cold concrete against your back. "I really liked you, hell I even loved you. I knew it was just a fuck and I wasn't expecting anything after it but you don't have to be a giant dick about it. "

Silence again.

Price, just as before, was motionless. Only slightly taller than you, his face was angled down keeping the unwavering eye contact he kept since you got there. Refusing to continue until he gave any inclination of comprehension, you stared right back.   

Finally, after what was hours shoved into seconds, he moved. Sighing and wiping a hand over his face he spoke, "You're right, I was angry. I was angry that I broke boundaries. I was angry at myself for allowing me to ruin- " He paused. The hard exterior melting away, shoulders falling from previous tension, "I was afraid to even touch you, because I knew that if did I wouldn't be able to go back, - have it go back to being like it was before.". 

He steps forward, creating the same distance just as you had earlier. Inhaling at the ghosting of his hand over the skin of your neck, he brought his eyes back to you. Holding your face in his hands, feeling the burning heat he giving off in comparison to the wall that you are pressing yourself into. 

You just look at him.

"I was doing so well for so long," he whispers, his eyes searching your face for any reaction, "you don't know how hard I was trying to stay away." Price stops again, waiting for permission as his thumb grazes your cheek. A tear slips through as the realization blooms. He wasn't disgusted, or repulsed, or regretful. Grabbing his face and closing the space between you, his pulse beating against your hands as you kiss him. Breaking it off after your air had been depleted, his forehead resting against yours, you smiled, "You know you're really cheesey right?". 

"That's your take away from all this?" 

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@tapioca-marzipan

I was debating about making a part three but idk yet (not enough of a plot for whole third part)

Also seriously let me know if there are any mistakes or if the spacing is weird, dont want my shit looking like a mess lmao

[cannibalgoldfish]

Hi! Hope you having a great morning or night.. Can you do a poly Top Ghost x bottom male reader x Top Soap ( yes I'm the one asking about poly relationship) smut and fluff?

The three of them got into a mission together (they are in a relationship) and got divide so they can get the mission done as fast as possible. M/n and Ghost got to go together.

When they got into a building and M/n start checking the room while Ghost guarding for anyone. Until some people from the enemies team show up and there was a lot of them, so Ghost basically drag the male away, hiding in the corner so the enemies wouldn't know they were here.

Ghost was on top of the reader so he could protected him if the enemies found out but the place was small so M/n moving around alot. His movement got caught by one of the enemies so they walk into the room where both of them hiding to checking.

To prevent from getting caught or worst got ki||ed in this place with his lover, Ghost pulled up his mask to his nose and kiss the other male while holding by his hip to make him stay in his place. M/n caught off guard and making even worst that they stay like that felt like an hour which got M/n arousals.

When the enemies doesn't find anything, they walk away from the room. That when both of them broke the kiss and stand up so they could go back to the team, M/n try to hide his arousals but fail because Ghost already knowns what going on to him.

Meet up the team, get on the car and going back to the base. While on the way going back, Ghost and Soap got their eyes on their lovers all the time (Ghost talks to Soap about it) which M/n feels nervous and embarrassed, just want to get off and go back to his room immediately.

The team got back to the base, checking on them if they got hurt. When the medical done checking, M/n ready to run into his room but fail when Ghost's arm warps around M/n and pulled him away from the other with Soap. They basically drag him (again) to Ghost's or Soap's room to doing their "business" with M/n :). (they kinda bully not in the bad way their's lovers for got arousals from just a kiss)

(Sorry if my grammar was bad, English isn't my first language. Can you write the smut part longer? it would be nice.)

Have a nice day or night!

ohohhohoho I like your idea >:)

I currently have two other things I'm working on right now (but they are short so it shouldn't take me long to get them finished)

I'll start working on it and tag you when its done and posted

Thanks for your request

[cannibalgoldfish]

Hope you having a good day! Don't know if you writing for a poly relationship, just don't want to make you uncomfortable :)

I just finished the last of school work before spring break so I'm doing great!

I can totally write for a poly relationship, you might have to send another ask or message me the details on plot, characters, reader pov and other stuff you'd want.

( I should make a post about what I will and wont write and rules and stuff lmao)

Thanks for you ask! It's the first one I got for this account :)

[cannibalgoldfish]

Unavoidable

Paring: Price X Trans male reader 

Summary: Waiting out a storm with the unit was one thing but waiting out a storm alone with the Captain was another. Reader's crush on Price leads to an offer he can't refuse.

Part two

Word count: 1,359

Warnings: NSFW- so minors DNI- (AFAB parts mentioned but no use of feminine language or gendering for reader) 

This is my first x reader so let me know how I did lmao 

The low level static of the radio, being continuously left on for any signal that the pickup was on route, faded into the background. You sat on the couch adjusting your position every few minutes, the stupid old ass couch the safe house provided felt like it was a cardboard box rather than having actual cushions. A beat up old book sat on the coffee table by the couch, with the well used houses soldiers would leave behind little things for entertainment. It became a sort of morbid tradition, little pieces of those who came before you and that would be there after you whether they where alive or not. 

Picking up the book,  some cheap action and romance filled Sci-fi, you opened it grateful for some distraction to your current dilemma. The dilemma, leaning his 6' 2" muscle bound self on the counter waiting for the kettle to boil, was unfortunately and unknowingly causing a set of not so pristine ideas.

There was almost no privacy back at base and even if there was, the unit traveled for 90% of missions leaving you to have to keep a bag packed and prepared to leave at a moments notice. Besides it was nearly impossible to sneak anything travel size in your duffle without the rest of the team knowing about it. (Gaz was less of a worry, Soap on the other hand could sniff out contraband better than the dogs he disliked, and where's there Soap there's Ghost.) 

Price wearing those tight ass shirts didn't help, either he knew what he was doing (whore) or he was extremely oblivious which made it even better. (himbos are popular for a reason right?)

"You seem restless." 

You looked up from the book, realizing you had been staring at the same page for the last five minutes. ".... just excited to get back I guess..." Glancing up you saw he was directly facing you, back against the cabinet. The kettle let out a small whistle breaking the silence, he turned to fill the cup with water.

You move again, this time not from being uncomfortable but from being too comfortable. God, the things he made you feel from just a look. Taking up the length of the couch you attempt to go back to the five dollar fiction. 

I really need a vacation, a long nice fun vacation. 

Sensing movement you glance up again, standing at the edge of the couch was Price, leaning over he lightly taps your leg. Shifting your feet to make room for him, you sit up readjusting yourself for a better "reading" position. Occasionally peering over the top of the book you'd glance at Price, almost sleepily drinking his tea and zoning out in his own little haze. Once he had finished he set down the empty mug, crossing his arms forming his signature pose. 

"What about you?" you ask, setting the book on the table next to his cup. (Making a show of book marking a page to make it seem like you where actually reading)"I'm going to get some rest.", he states laying his head against the couch. "Boring." you retaliate, seeing the small smile he has as you pick up the book.  

Another round of chapters does nothing for your issue, in fact the book itself seems to be a factor in helping lead you back to certain thoughts. Not to mention that the periodic movement of his leg, slightly twitching in his sleep, would bump against your foot reminding you how close he was. Going to get up to make yourself a cup of tea, you see it. 

To be fair you weren't originally looking in that area but when someone (a someone who has great thighs by the way) is fully manspreading and leaning back, well there isn't much there to hide it. Especially when it's on "high alert".

Throwing your weight back into the couch, shoulders purposely hitting the back cushions for extra movement, you look at him. Price, opening his eyes and slowly turning his head, stares back at you silently waiting for a reason for the disturbance. His face turning from slight annoyance to confusion as he sees the smug smile on your face. 

"Seems you're.....excited too" 

Eyes widening a split second before breaking eye contact he turns back to facing forward rubbing a hand over his face, 

he shifts.

Not getting up.

Not leaving. 

Not even moving to sit up. 

"Should I help a soldier out?" 

He turns back to you, quicker this time surprised at the bold remark. He doesn't stop you, simply watching as you move over to straddle his lap. Hands lifted avoiding touching you as you sat down, barely hovering over your thighs. Your hands resting on his shoulders, his eyes cutting through the low light of the single bulb hanging from the celling meet yours. Both waiting, you for any sign to stop as he contemplates, both knowing that it's a bad idea. 

But bad ideas are the most fun.

He makes the smallest nod, nearly indictable. You begin to move pulling off his shirt, grinding slowly before reaching down to unbutton his pants once, burying your head in his neck groaning over feeling him hardening. He puts his hands over yours stopping you, you sit up looking at him. Not breaking eye contact he slides his hands underneath you, picks you up and places you half on half off the couch. Waiting for permission he silently kneels down and spreads your thighs open, this time it was your turn to nod. Sliding off everything in one motion, he leans forward the moment he was given access. You move to get motion any motion to relive the dull ache that begins to speed up as he licks your thighs. 

You arch as you feel his tongue press against you, moving and tasting the arousal he caused now dripping down his lips. Fingers added to the soft suckling and massaging as his mouth moved up to the bundle of nerves screaming to be touched. Your hands in his hair, thighs squeezing him in encouragement as he finds the right places. "God- Price just- uh- just fuck me already" 

He raises from his spot and stands there looking down at you and the mess he left you in, hand in his pants moving at slow pace, his formerly blue eyes now blown black by his pupils. Without a word he pulls you by your hips to him and slowly enters you, throwing his head back once he's fully in. You moan as he places a calloused thumb over your clit rubbing circles, he barley moves allowing you to adjust to him. Walls not even needed to tighten around him, as he fills every space you can handle. The slight burn of being stretched soon fades and is replaced with pleasure as he increases his movements. His deep breaths and moans fill the room as he rocks into you. He keeps his hands on you, not daring to let go for a single second, one keeping your back arched and other continuing to pleasure you as you pull him down onto you.  

"We shouldn't- ah-  We shouldn't be doing this." He growls into your neck, the taboo sending a rush down your spine. 

we shouldn't but I want to 

The forbidden thought adds more life into him as his thrusts begin to speed up and grow more aggressive, the couch and you now nearly shoved back and forth across the floor. "Price I'm close keep-" He grinds cutting you off, pressing harder and harder into you as you finally climax with him buried as far as he could in you. His shoulders go slack after a moment you feel his lips move but not words come out. He props himself on his elbows gives you one last look, puts on his pants, and walks out of sight into the bathroom. Leaving you splayed out on the couch still sticky with his cum, you realize he never kissed you. Not once the entire time.

 

"What the fuck did I just do?" 

I edited it after posting it (I KNOW IM SORRY BUT I HAD TO FIX SOME THINGS)

Follow for x reader stuff

I'm making a 141 x reader series (mainly x male reader but I can write for others)

Requests are open

[cannibalgoldfish]

types of academia pt. 1

dark: black coffees and teas, silver signet rings, worn paperbacks, ink smudged hands, eyes in starlight, frayed sweaters, cashmere, wine colored lips, dark lashes, the smell of liquor and cigars, broken glass, humming softly down corridors, stacks of books all around your room, oak and vanilla, the perfect mix of sugar and poison, speaking in ancient languages, rain fogging your glasses, old clocks ticking, vinyl static, searching for meaning, lines of poetry written down your arms, obscured by an air of ambiguity, morally grey... murder?

cryptid: journal full of research and hand drawn sketches of cryptids, shelves full of sci-fi novels, binoculars and a chunky camera from the thrift shop shoved in your backpack, maps with red string and mysterious newspaper clippings pinned on the wall, looking for clues, hundreds of travel plans but none follow a coherent itinerary, you swear that was a ufo in the sky last night, dreaming to make a discovery bigger than life

goth: dark lipstick, abandoned buildings, velvet dresses, lace trimming, feathers around your feet, piano notes stretching through empty halls, the sand of an hourglass falling quicker, fishnet socks, ornate mirrors and candelabras, kerosene lamps, first edition copies of books, smudged eyeliner, a silhouette behind a moonlit window, stoppered bottles of mysterious liquids, melancholy and roses, living in legend

witchy: old grimoires gathering dust, clippings of your favorite spells pinned up, diagrams of plants inked in black in your book of shadows, teacups with already read tea leaves, tracing the lines on your friend/lover’s palm and secretly interpreting the meanings, incantations of the stars and planets, whispering to the plants on your windowsill before bed, piercings and stacked silver rings that catch the moonlight just right, lipstick the color of coagulated blood, smudged sigils up and down your arms under long sleeves

science: leather bound journals full of graph paper and notes, beakers and tubes of chemicals, researching the history of alchemy, the familiarity of the lab coat, the warmth of the soft yellow light in your room after the harsh fluorescents of the laboratory, your favorite research articles pinned to your wall, a folded copy of the periodic table in the pocket of your favorite jacket, debating over different scientific theories with your friends instead of studying, writing your poetry in chemical formulas and comprehending through atomic structure

[cannibalgoldfish]

MW2 x reader idea

The first is definitely going to be a Price x reader but I'll do others -

open for requests

uhhhh anyone want to be tagged when its posted?

[cannibalgoldfish]

Reblog if it’s okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.

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List of “we just happen to love hate fucking each other” prompts

“You definitely don’t hold someone’s hand while you’re fucking them if you hate them.” 

“Yeah, so what happened last night…” “You’d better not tell anyone else about it or it’s off with your head.”

“It’s funny how you’re such a softie in the streets but love it rough in the sheets, huh?”

“That was a bit too intimate for my liking.” “Yeah, same, let’s never do that again.” (They proceed to do [too intimate action] again many times after that.) 

“Let me just remind you — I’m not love fucking you. I’m hate fucking you.” “Okay, cool.” “So don’t go falling for me or else we’re going to have problems.” “I promise I won’t. Why the fuck would I fall for someone like you, anyway, just because you like to stick it up me every now and again?”

Character A accidentally laughing/smiling against Character B’s lips after a particularly rough make out session while Character B’s fucking into them. 

Character B being unable to get Character A’s accidental smile/laughter against their lips out of their head and thinking I must be going fucking crazy. 

“Did you just let slip that you love me or am I hearing things?” “…You’re definitely hearing things. You should go get your ears checked.” 

“This is for stress relief only,” Character A grits out as they drive into Character B again, hands pinning their hips to the mattress and revelling in the way Character B whimpers at the roughness they’re exhibiting. “No other reason.” 

“F-fuck, how— how the fuck are you so good at this?” “Because I’ve familiarised myself with how you want it and how you like it.” 

“Fuck me like you mean it just this once. That’s all I’m asking for, and then we can— we can pretend this time never happened.” 

Character A and Character B are embroiled in a heated argument when Character A spits out, “How about instead of using that pretty mouth of yours to argue with me over something you’re clearly fucking wrong about, you put it to better use?” (or, alternatively: “You sounded so much better when you were moaning my name last night, so how about we get back to that instead so I don’t have to hear you barking at me about something you’re clearly wrong about?”)

Character B calling Character A a term of endearment while they’re messing around and Character A freezes, heart thudding loudly in their chest. “What the hell did you just call me?” they ask, and Character B proceeds to call them that again, saccharine sweet, with a shit-eating grin gracing their lips. 

“Let’s— let’s make this quick. We can’t have anyone walk in on us.” “Mm, don’t worry, you always come undone so easily by my touch so I don’t think that will be any trouble.”

“Fuck you.” “That’s what you did last night, no? Or have you forgotten already?” 

[cannibalgoldfish]

A knitter isn’t someone who knits for a living.

A knitter is someone who enjoys knitting.

So why are you so hesitant to call yourself a writer?

[cannibalgoldfish]

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