#OHOHOHOHO THIS GOT SPICY!!!!!!!

[b1rds3ye]

Can you make a fic / short headcanon of how the COD men reacts to reader riding those bull mechanical? Their usual bar/pub has installed a new attraction which is that bull mechanical. Either they dared reader or reader wanted to try to ride, depends on the character. You know how those bulls move makes the rider look like they’re grinding?? Yeah I wanna know how the guys reacts to that 👀

OHOHOHOHO GOT IT thank you for sending in the request!! This is the first one this blog has gotten 🥳🥳 I hope you enjoy~

Ride On

The local bar has installed a mechanical bull for an extra activity among the drunk and whimsical. One day off duty, you decide to give it a go and have some fun, and it seems the boys are enjoying it just as much as you.

Characters: Captain John Price, Simon “Ghost” Riley, Johnny “Soap” MacTavish, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, König

GN!Reader w/ no physical descriptions (except you're shorter than König)

Word Count: 2.5k (~500 each)

Genre: Fluff, Spice, established relationship

Warning: Spicy (but no smut), 18+/MDNI,  awkward dialogue (it’s the cutest thing during flirty time fight me)

A/N: I don’t even write stuff that’s mildly spicy so I hope I did a decent job - also apparently mechanical bulls can do some real damage oh my god???

Captain John Price

On duty Price may be your direct superior but off duty you were more than free to do as you please even in his presence, he had always been clear about that. So he knew you were up to something when you sauntered up to him asking him for permission to go on the mechanical bull in the middle of the bar

He could only stare at your deceptively innocent smile for a moment before repeating the mantra that you could do what you want, his free hand automatically reaching into his pocket for a smoke as you strutted to the mechanical bull. You were going to be the death of him

He’s sure this is what emperors felt like in the days of old. Food, drinks, some very enticing entertainment and Price feels like he’s on cloud nine. Sitting by a table, he lounges back, thighs spread as he takes up the entire space of his seat and then some, feeling like a king as he watches you on the mechanical bull. He does not move, save for the occasional shift as his pants tighten

When you’re done riling him up, Price stays put as you approach him again. He can’t hide the incredible smugness he feels when the hungry eyes of strangers trail you, only to look at him in envy when they realise you’re already taken. He isn’t bothered by any of their stares, he can easily give any of them a piece of his mind

“You’ve got guts, love,” Price huffed out a puff of smoke. He remained seated by his table while you stood beside him, his face directly in line with your torso. His gaze travelled along every line and curve of your body that was so tantalisingly close, he could feel the body heat emanating from you. He stifled the urge to lick his drying lips.

“I did a good job though, right?” You beamed. He quirked an eyebrow at your sickeningly sweet voice. So you were going to keep up this charade, as if your face was only flushed from the physical exhaustion of remaining upright on the automaton and not from being so close but so painfully far away from him. Even in the darkness, he could see how your pupils swallowed your irises but he chose not to comment on it - he wasn’t faring any better.

“Passable. You’ve got two choices, sergeant.”

You swallowed, a shiver travelling down your spine as Price tilted his head down, idly extinguishing his cigar against the ashtray.

“Either you go back on the bull for some further training, give everyone here a sight for their sore, miserable eyes…”

Price regards you again, head up so that you could finally see his full face. Like a man lost for days in the desert, he gazed at you as if you were an oasis. Eyes lit up in awe, full of reverence, yet glazed over in carnal hunger.

“Or we leave this pub and you give me a private encore.”

Simon “Ghost” Riley

The instant he saw the new attraction he instinctively groaned under his breath. He already knew that you, Soap and Gaz will be provoking each other for some sort of competition. He’ll interfere if anyone seems uncomfortable but if it’s all smiles and laughs he’ll just quietly watch on with a mirth in his eyes reserved only for you and the task force (he will make a quip about you lot behaving like muppets though)

That being said, he already knows how suggestive a mechanical bull can look. When it’s decided that you’ll give it a go, Simon can only exhale slowly out of his mask, mentally preparing for an unexpected trial of restraint

He slinks back into the darkness of the bar, one with the shadows. His eyes shine like jewels as they reflect the treasure that is you. He drinks in the sight, committing it to memory. If from the bull you manage to see him in the gloom, his gaze is so intense it can single-handedly throw you off the automaton

Even off duty, he’s good at keeping his composure. When you return to him, you almost mistook him for being completely unfazed by your little stunt on the bull. But his voice is a little gruffer, the muscles in his throat straining with every syllable. He shows his neediness through his presence, you won’t be alone for the rest of the night as he accompanies you for even the smallest of errands

Rubbing your shoulder that was bruised from falling off of the bull, you beelined for the rest of the task force, only to get unexpectedly pulled towards the corners of the bar where the lights could not reach.

“Simon?” Your voice is barely above a whisper as you feel his hand splayed across your spine. He was never big on public displays of affection, he was possessive in that all of his love will be seen by you only. Daring a move like this has you turning to him in concern, but he didn’t seem uncomfortable in the slightest.

“We’ve got a problem.”

“And that is?”

Simon doesn’t reply, not verbally. He takes your hips in his hands, you can tell he’s trying his best to be gentle but his fingertips dig ever so slightly into your skin. Guiding you back to stand just in front of him, you grunted as you felt a hefty weight against your backside. Now that is a big problem indeed.

“Need you,” he rasps, voice so thick with air they were barely discernible words. You allowed him to pull you further against him, a guttural groan escaping him. “Fuck, didn’t know you could ride like that.”

“I’m a soldier of many talents,” you replied. He huffs against his face mask, digging his face into the crook of your neck. “I suppose I could go again. Just, not on the bull.”

Simon’s lips curved into a smile that warped the mask against your skin. His hands on your hips tighten, you won’t be escaping him anytime soon.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

When Johnny’s eyes settled on the mechanical bull, he then took a brief glance at you and his mind went places. This absolute menace is conjuring up a million and one ways to get you on that bull ASAP (with your wholehearted consent, of course)

He’ll do anything, making a dare, teasing you, trying to make a bet, just so he can see you mount that thing. He’s a dedicated man, once he has a goal he’s seeing it through, no matter how many playful slaps and lighthearted glares you give him. He’ll even set an example and go first - he’ll be flattered as hell if he can get you out of all people riled up

Johnny thinks he can handle it, but he’s always overestimating himself when it comes to you. He can’t play off how you’re bothering him as your hips slide forward and back against the saddle. He can only clear his throat uncomfortably and choke out a fake laugh when the rest of the 141 comment on how quiet he’s become

He bit off more than he can chew, he thought he was the smooth one for being blessed with such a sight but he’s finding himself more bewitched by you by the second. When you get off the bull he gives you a feeble punch on the shoulder, trying to act like he’s alright but really he’s completely at your mercy, hovering around you near begging you to give him attention

You didn’t even have time to greet him as Johnny pulled you away from the rest of the task force, down into a quiet corridor of the pub. His silence was unnerving, you asked him if something was wrong but his only response was his lips against yours. When you reciprocated, the Johnny you knew was back with you, smiling into the kiss with an exhale of eagerness into your mouth as he traps you against the wall with his body. His weight against you, it was already hard to get a breath in as he claimed your lips again and again and again. But what truly made you gasp was the hardness that brushed against your thigh. It was initially so brief, you could credit it as a phantom of your own lust, but as Johnny got bolder, it rested permanently against your upper leg.

Now that he made his predicament clear, he reluctantly pulled away from you, just enough for him to speak. His heaving breaths burned against your skin, no more than his azure eyes that bored into yours.

“I got another thing you can ride, aye?”

You burst into laughter as you gave him a playful shove on the chest. It did nothing push him off of you, his smile widening at your countenance.

“Johnny, that was awful.”

“I ain’t lyin’. My li'l MacTavish needs some help.”

“I swear to god I’m leaving you.”

“You know you love me. Now are you gonna help me or no?”

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Kyle has a playful streak, when he sees you eyeing the new attraction he’ll approach you with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he slides some cash to you. “This twenty says you won’t last five seconds on that.”

And with that, a light-hearted competition started. Kyle’s intentions were genuinely innocent, he just wanted to have some fun beyond drinking the night away. After you gave the bull a go he was wholly planning to try after you to show you how it’s done - and possibly impress you with superior balancing powers

It started off fun as you laughed at the odd movements of the bull under you and Kyle smiled with you. He’s willing to give up that twenty as you were clearly having fun

What he did not expect was how as the mechanical bull became more erratic, bucking indiscriminately in all directions that the sight seemed more… suggestive. A yelp of surprise from you has him situating himself behind a table, ensuring no one can see the growing issue below his hips

He dares a look at the rest of the task force who are taking in the sight innocently. Soap is shouting encouragements like a battle cry, Price pulls a face that’s a mix of amused and impressed, Ghost offers a single dip of the head in respect and now Kyle feels dirty, guilt mixing with arousal into a sinful concoction that drips down his tightening pants

As you returned back to the task force, Kyle immediately came up behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist, he sat his head on your shoulder, cheek against yours. With his entire body smothering yours, his whole being moved with every inhale and exhale of yours as you tried to recollect yourself after that exhausting ordeal of the mechanical bull.

“Getting touchy’s not going to make me forget about that twenty, Kyle,” you chided with a smile. You hear a little hmph as one of his hands dip into your pocket, resting over your hip bone. He slips the note in but his hand stays there, his thumb tracing over the wrinkles in your pants.

“You looked real nice up there, you know,” he mumbled into your ear before giving it a peck, arms tightening around you possessively.

“Feels like you enjoyed it,” you whispered, voice disappearing as you noticed something firm pressing against your ass. Your laugh came out far too weak. “Is that a pistol or are you happy to see me?”

He chuckled, husky and restrained, too distracted to reply. His hand in your pocket was becoming more animated, rubbing at your skin. Even through the fabric, you can feel how hot he is, only getting warmer as he gets more antsy, his free hand now tugging and teasing at your shirt.

Kyle spares a look at the rest of the task force, clearly distracted with their own drinking and antics.

“Do you think they’ll notice if we leave?”

“... No, let’s go.”

König

König will never ask you to go on the mechanical bull because he’d never go on it himself. Putting on a show for a whole lot of strangers in a pub? Potentially embarrassing himself in front of said strangers, his allies and you? The thought already fills him with dread and he is empathetic to never ask for such a thing from you. That being said, when it’s established you’re more than happy to give the bull a go, he’s not going to stop you

He knew how suggestive a mechanical bull can look but he figured he could handle it; he did not reach the rank of colonel by giving in to every temptation. But he should have known better when it came to you, your mere existence making him feel like he lost all composure and combat experience

Upon noticing the lustful stares of others, König doubles as a bodyguard. He slowly stalks around the bar, using his hulking figure to strategically block the view of you for others. He also takes note of anyone who seems a little too fixated on you, not hesitating to send a glare their way

Once you lose to the bull, he waits by the edge of the ring, taking your hand to escort you back to your friends. He does it both to be a caring partner for you, but also he’s preening as onlookers visibly deflate upon realising that if they want to get to you, they have to go through him

König’s hand was tight around yours, you could feel it occasionally twitch, aware of his own strength and trying to loosen his hold on you.

“Entschuldigung, mein Schatz,” he grumbled. “You wanted the night here, but I must leave.”

“Why?”

König turned his head away in embarrassment, but you noticed his eyes dipped lower for a split second. When you followed his gaze, you took a moment to pride yourself for getting your partner so riled up. It was only broken when he gently took your chin with his free hand, tilting it up - or just anywhere away from his growing predicament.

“It is embarrassing,” he muttered. “You were just having fun, but I am here… needing.”

“Not at all,” you smirked. “I wanted you to notice me.”

“I am always watching you, Schatz,” König whispered. He was getting bolder - or perhaps more desperate - with every word, the hand on your chin moving down to settle on one of your hips. You tilted your hips into his grip and the consequent breath he emitted was forceful and ragged. “I did not think such a machine could be so… crude.”

“But you liked the sight, right?” Your voice was smug as you pulled his face down to be in line with yours. You now had a perfect view of his eyes that were alight with lust, pupils blown so wide you could not distinguish if it was the gaze of a predator or prey.

“Zu viel.”

Call of Duty Masterlist

[idkmanwtfishumanityanymore]

GOOOOOOOOOOOD EVENING DWELLERS OF TUMBLR AND TSBS FANS ALIKE! I JUST FINISHED COOKIN’ UP A NEW ESSAY. HOPE Y’ALL CAN TOLERATE HEAT, CAUSE THIS ONES GONNA BE SPICY

FIRST FUCKING OFF, USING THEM AS CLICKBAIT? AGAIN? REALLY? WOOOOOOOW GREAT TO SEE YOU’VE LEARNED NOTHING. GREAT TO SEE Y’ALL DON’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE FANBASE.

SECOND OFF, OHOHOHOHO BOY. HOLD MY MENTOS GUM AND SPRITE, BECAUSE THIS IS GONNA GET FUCKING UGLY.

OKAY SO LIKE 2 MINTUES IN YOU’RE DRILLING IT INTO EVERYONE THAT THE TWINS ARE “IRREDEEMABLE”, WHEN AS I’VE SAID BEFORE, THEY FUCKING AREN’T. WE *SAW* THAT THEY COULD HAVE HAD ATLEAST A CHANCE WHEN THEY LIVED WITH FOXY AND FC.

AND YOU’RE SAYING THAT BLOODMOON HAVING A CODE WITHIN THEM THAT *MADE* THEM *NEED* TO KILL AND CONSUME BLOOD, WHICH IS ALREADY CANONICALLY ESTABLISHED SEVERAL *FUCKING* TIMES, IS A HEADCANON WE MADE UP???? WHAT???

OH AND DON’T EVEN GET ME *STARTED* ON ECLIPSES WHOLE “I made them to cause chaos” BULLSHIT. YOU MADE THEM, *FOR KILLING*. I IMPLORE ANYONE READING TO PULL UP THE RECEIPTS FOR THESE, BECAUSE THEY *FUCKING EXIST,* AND STITCHWRAITH HAD THE *GALL* TO SAY “THEY’LL ACCUSE US OF RETCONNING”, OF COURSE WE’LL SAY YOU’RE RETCONNING WHEN *LITERALLY* FUCKING *ARE.*

I’D HAVE REALLY THOUGHT YOU’D STOP BEING *DICKS* TO YOUR COMMUNITY AFTER WE COLLECTIVELY CAME TOGETHER TO PROTEST LAES BEING TERMINATED, BUT NOOOOOOOOOOO.

THIS WHOLE EPISODE WAS JUST THEM SHITTING ON US, EITHER BY SHITTING ON OUR THEORIES, OR JUST SHITTING ON US IN GENERAL, THEY WERE JUST BEING DICKS TO THEIR ENTIRE COMMUNITY, NOT *JUST* BLOODMOON DEFENDERS THIS TIME.

BACK TO THE BLOODMOON TOPIC THOUGH, ECLIPSE SWID THAT THIS PODCAST WAS OF “IRREDEEMABLE VILLAINS”, SO WHY THE *FUCK* IS HE THERE WHEN HE’S *HAD* A CANON REDEMPTION ARC? WHY IS STITCHWRAITH THERE WHEN THEY GOT A HINTED AT REDEMPTION OF SORTS BY SAVING FOXY AND FC?? WHY ARE 2 VILLAINS WHO’VE CANONICALLY HAD SOME FORM OF REDEEMING QUALITY, ON A PODCAST OF “IRREDEEMABLE VILLAINS”, BUT STILL SAY THAT BLOODMOON IS COMPLETELY IRREDEEMABLE?

PAIRING THEM WITH THE OTHER ACTUALLY REDEEMED OR SEMI-REDEEMABLE CHARACTERS JUST *PROVES OUR POINT.*

THE TWINS, COULD HAVE BEEN, REDEEMED. MUST I REMIND EVERYONE THAT BLOODY COMPLETELY *BROKE* INSIDE WHEN HIS BROTHER DIED? DOES ANYONE WHO CAN BE SO UTTERLY BROKEN AND NUMB FROM A LOSS, REALLY COUNT AS IRREDEEMABLE?

FROM WHAT I’VE RESEARCHED, (AND YES. I DO FUCKING RESEARCH ON THIS SHIT), IRREDEEMABLE MEANS THEY HAVE *ZERO* REDEEMING QUALITIES, NONE, NADA, ZILCH.

BEING UTTERLY AND COMPLETELY BROKEN OVER THE LOSS OF A LOVED ONE, IS NOT WHAT WOULD BE IN AN “IRREDEEMABLE VILLIAN”, BECAUSE HAVING ANY REDEEMING QUALITIES, *MAKES THEM REDEEMABLE.*

TELL ME, READERS, WHEN YOU THINK OF A COMPLETELY IRREDEEMABLE, DISGUSTING, HORRIBLE VILLAIN, DO YOU THINK OF;

A: Someone with no remorse, no sympathy or empathy, no attachment to anyone, and just a pure drive to torment and slaughter

OR

B: Someone who is completely and utterly SHATTERED by the loss of a loved one, to the point they begin to lose themself, lose the will to live, and actively TRY to die. Someone who can and DOES feel sympathy and empathy, but only for people they care about?

Me personally, from my research, A IS IRREDEEMABLE, AND B IS REDEEMABLE.

GUESS WHICH ONE IS FUCKING B???

BLOODMOON.

I WILL NOT BE SILENCED. I WILL NOT TOLERATE BEING TREATED (even if not PERSONALLY) LIKE I’M *CRAZY* FOR DEFENDING A CLEARLY REDEEMABLE CHARACTER.

I WILL NOT TOLERATE THEM BACKTRACKING AND RETCONNING PRE-ESTABLISHED LORE JUST TO FIT THEIR *OWN PREFERENCES*

while sure, some may argue; “These are *their* characters, *their* story, and *they’re* the ones in control of it, not us!”

THAT DOESN’T GIVE THEM THE RIGHT TO FLAT OUT CLAIM WE’RE MENTALLY UNSTABLE FOR DEFENDING A FICTIONAL CHARACTER WHO JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE A MURDER HOBO.

I, AND MANY OTHERS, ARE FUCKING *SICK* OF BEING CALLED CRAZY, UNSTABLE, MENTALLY DERANGED, INSANE, ETC, FOR DEFENDING A FICTIONAL CHARACTER, WHOSE WORST CRIME IS A BODY COUNT IN THE THOUSANDS.

PEOPLE DEFEND CHARACTERS WITH WORSE CRIMES ALL THE TIME, AND SURE THE FANBASE ITSELF CALLS THEM (rightfully, especially if they’re defending a character whose S/A’d people before) CRAZY, BUT DO THE CREATORS CALL THEM CRAZY? NO? BUT THE WRITERS HERE CAN CALL US DERANGED FOR DEFENDING A COMPLETELY FICTIONAL MURDERER?

THE MATH, ISN’T, MATHING.

THEY JUST DON’T WANT TO HAVE TO ADMIT THAT THEY DESTROYED A CHARACTER WITH POTENTIAL TO BE A BETTER PERSON, BECAUSE THEY COULD. BECAUSE THEY DON’T CARE HOW IT’LL AFFECT THEIR FANBASE. BECAUSE THEY DON’T CARE THAT PEOPLE WILL RIGHTFULLY BOYCOTT THEIR CHANNEL AND SCREW THEIR “BUSINESS”.

IT’S FURTHER PROVEN THAT THEY’RE JUST MAKING UP FOR THEIR MISTAKES AS SHITTY WRITERS, BY THROWING THE TWINS AT US IN THE MOST CLICKBAITY WAY POSSIBLE AND ESSENTIALLY SAYING; “HERE TAKE YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTER AND SHUT UP ALREADY”.

This concludes my… *calculating how long it took me to write this bc of how many breaks I had to take from being livid* overnight essay about the recent clickbait usage of BloodMoon and the writers “justification” of their actions via retconning. Eat up, feel free to add on, I’m gonna go fucking die now.

(For legal reasons, by die, I mean sleep because of how mentally draining this whole ordeal is and consistently will be until they fix their fuck ups or atleast admit to it.)

[blushblushdrabbles]

could you do something with nimh and scale being turbo virgins? (just start listing stuff you think fits :P)

*cracks knuckles* OHOHOHOHO YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS

ok ok so fair warning i haven't been able to unlock too much of Scale yet but i am happy to do him, so shout out to a bro of mine for helping me with this one.

For Nimh lemme tell you i was actually planning on putting out a post of Naughty Headcanons for him nyehehehe

Alright so i'll add a cut underneath since its gonna get a bit naughty

NIMH

Absolute turbo virgin. Before you, has not been touched or touched anyone. Probably only has touched himself.

Knows next to nothing about sex, other than maybe spicy books, but then even reading spicy books gets his heart racing so probably a bit too dangerous for him.

So, when it comes to having sex for the first time with you, you would have needed to teach him and let you lead him. Though this is depending on how experienced you are in terms of sex too.

Is absolutely nervous about doing it for the first time too, as well as being scared of being shit in bed, cause yeah first time sleeping with you but he wants it to be very good for you.

I headcanon that when he had his first time, he fucking cums very quickly too, just the mere feeling of being in you got him extremely excited that he already unloads after a few thrusts. He feels bad of course because he wanted to at least try to make you cum.

Even sexting or sending naughty photos, he's never ever done before. First time you send him a risky photo of you, he's lighted headed and flustered!

SCALE

ohohohoh Scale, gosh you know who he reminds me of? Maximus from the Fallout tv series, in terms of inexperience and just absolute lack of knowledge of sex education.

I'm thinking, that because of him being an assassin and the order he is a part of, sex, relationships and all that aren't something that is taught, that what's important is assassinations and being committed to the order.

So not only is he an absolute fucking turbo virgin but my gawd, this poor boy lacks all knowledge; all he's ever had were having to deal with the feelings that came with knowing someone intimately or wanting to be touched, but without being taught what they were.

With you being with him, he's not only having to traverse the feelings that he's probably experiencing for the first time, but also intimacy, relationships and especially sex. Alot of it he is very confused, so you'll probably have conversations with him about it.

He still tries to act very broody and confident but the more he is with you the more he opens up.

Doing the deed, you could see he's nervous but tries to play it off with his tsundere nature, but you can tell and feel the urgent feeling he's got for you, that hungry nature of wanting to fuck you.

You can tell how inexperienced he is but he more than makes up for how passionate he is, and the amount of pent-up hormonal feelings he's had to bottle down from his time in the assassination order.

[kagejima]

RAE!!!! Help Wakatoshi relieve stress by giving him a hand 👀

more thoughts under the cut (female reader, reader has small hands, toshi's cock is huge, they're trying for a baby)

Wakatoshi is always amazed at how small your hands look and are in comparison to his every time you hold them.

His hands are fucking BIG. They're rough and tough and calloused from more than two decades of playing volleyball.

He never really liked his hands. He never really liked touching lovers either - they always complained about how his hands were too rough and they felt weird against their own skin.

Not you though. You liked them. You were always playing with them, lacing his fingers with your own, holding them and squeezing them.

You loved how even though his hands were rough, he still did his best to treat you like glass. Like he was afraid one wrong move would break you - like you would crumble in his weathered hands.

Wakatoshi always does his best to treat you with care.

Even when you're too horny to wait until he gets home.

Wakatoshi watches you as your smaller fingers dig in to the waistband of his shorts, quickly pulling them down in the locker room of the Adlers gym. The whimper you let out when you see his cock makes his whole body throb with need.

And it's not like you didn't already fuck this morning, soft and slow. Or in the shower after, wet and desperate and needy. You were trying for your first child - every time you could fuck, you were.

But he didn't expect you to drive all the way down to the gym today too, sitting on the bleachers during practice, legs jittery and waiting for him to finish.

Wakatoshi groans quietly when your hand wraps around his cock, tugging gently on the velvety skin, as you gaze up at him adoringly.

He smiles down at you as his calloused hands, still so gentle and careful, cup your face and he brings you in for a kiss.

"Couldn't wait until I got home?" He teases you.

Your hand moves quicker over the head of his cock, Wakatoshi moaning and shivering as the arousal that's been collecting there spreads around more.

"Shut up and fuck me!" You whine, hand moving faster now.

His much larger hand moves to cover yours now, stopping it in its tracks.

He sets the pace now with his own hand over yours, the sinfully wet noises coming from his cock making your thighs quiver in anticipation as he slowly fucks your fist.

"Say please..."

[ibelongtowrath]

I've finally gotten to the point in the Diavolo smut where things are finna get spicy 🔥 (I'mma just drop a f in the chat to MC, her insides and the stuff on Diavolo's desk)

Ohohohoho. Press F to pay respects to MC’s insides, they’re going to get fucked out of her through her esophagus 😂😅

Sounds like a good fuckin’ time to me! Glad you got off work and kept your inspo going 😁💕

[franklyshipping]

The Gooper Adventures ~ Day 1 ~ A Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

So, do you guys remember THIS lil guy? This lil tickle monster duder that appeared in the Schneeple segment of the Septic Ego Series Marvin the Mischievous (Part 3)? Well, after an inspiring ask, it's time for him to return to the limelight! Lets see what he gets up to, LET'S DO IT!

TAGGING: @schneeplesteinthetickledoctor @schneepleestien @dr-schneeple-switch and @thegoodnewsdoctler @doctoripliler

'Come on, your naptime finished half an hour ago!'

Dr Schneeplestein sighed...at his coat's inside pocket. Was the doctor going crazy? Had he finally lost the last shreds of plot that were already questionable within him on the first place? Thankfully not. He was simply trying to coax a drowsy, grumpy, baby tickle slime monster out of his pocket. Meanwhile, the room was filled with badly repressed giggles and snickers, which made Schneeplestein look up from his task and glare.

'Shut up.'

The owner of the mirth, Dr Iplier, only giggled more audibly at his friend as he replied.

'Aw c'mon it's funny!'

Schneeple pursed his lips and tried to ignore him...but it was a little funny. They were both in Iplier's doctor's office since Dr Iplier was to be undertaking the responsibility of looking after Schneeple's little squishy assistant whilst Schneeple went to spend some time with his kids. It was something that Schneeple had long fought for, and seriously deserved, and Iplier had jumped at the chance to be able to look after the little ball of cute for a week. At the moment though, said ball of cute wasn't exactly being super cooperative....Schneeple's inside pocket was warm and comfy dammit! Schneeple sighed and spoke in his softest coo.

'C'mooon, it's time to wakey wakeeey!'

All the doctor got were a few whiney gurgles....so the doctor sighed once more, and muttered.

'C'mon Dr Iplier is here, don't you want to say h-AH?!'

As soon as Schneeple had mentioned Dr Iplier, there was a sudden squeal from the doctor's pocket along with a burst of green moving up his arm. Before he knew it, Gooper, the squishy green glob, was making high pitched, excited squelching noises whilst bouncing on the good doctor's shoulder.

'Oh so you'll come out for him but not for me? I see how it is....'

Schneeple pursed his lips at the glob on his shoulder, but soon chuckled fondly when he received a loving purr and a nuzzle to his jaw. It was impossible to even feel the tiniest hint of displeasure when Gooper was around, he was just a beacon of comfort and happiness and anyone who met him just instantly adored him. Schneeple extended his arm to an excited Iplier, who extended his hand to meet it, and soon Gooper had slid down into Iplier's hand by using Schneeple's arm as a slide.

'Theeeere's my favourite little goopy menace!'

You know, I feel like there's always something particularly charming and attractive about a man who doesn't care about any 'image' he may uphold when it comes to being faced with something cute. Instant appreciation for cuteness is an important quality and was certainly something Dr Iplier possessed. Iplier cradled Gooper in his hands and crooned over him like he was his own baby, whilst Schneeple watched on fondly since he didn't have the inner strength to interrupt quite yet.

'Whoooo's my favourite squish in the whole wide woooorld? It's you!'

Iplier cooed as he softly tapped his fingertips against the little creature's underbelly, which made him let out higher pitched gurgles and squees as he wobbled like jelly in Iplier's hands. Schneeple snorted.

'And people say you're the serious one out of the pair of us.'

Iplier's cheeks went a soft pink as he looked to his smugly grinning friend with gently pursed lips.

'Shut the fu-I-I mean...shush!'

Schneeple withheld a snicker at the other doctor's sudden urge not to swear in front of the innocent little slime, but he could relate honestly since something about using bad language around Gooper just felt wrong. Schneeple's smile then returned to being fond when Iplier went back to softly molly-coddling the creature; Schneeple was happy that Iplier was going to take really good care of him while he was gone....though he was going to miss him. On that note, Schneeple then pulled out a bundle from inside his coat, and he muttered as he held it gingerly; it was one of his knitted jumpers, and he set it on Iplier's desk.

'Uh, he uhm, likes to sleep in my jumpers or coats otherwise he gets quite shivery-b-but don't leave radiators on too warm because he can overheat! A-And he's not so good with huge height-'

'Henrik....Henrik breathe.'

Iplier placed one of his hands on one of Schneeple's shoulders, his other hand still cradling Gooper as he gazed at his friend softly, but with imploring reassurance. Iplier knew Schneeple was worried, he knew that this would be the first time he was parting with his little monster, who he had such a close bond with. Iplier smiled gently.

'You know I'll keep him safe, I would literally rather step on a pin than let him get hurt!'

Schneeple's worried, tense face had slackened partially at Iplier's interruption, and then completely at his words. The good doctor let out a gentle sigh through his nose as the tension mostly left him; he knew he was being a silly worrier, but that's what happens when you care for something so damn much.

'I know....I know...'

Schneeple murmured gently as he looked to Iplier, but the other doctor knew that Iplier meant it, and that Gooper was going to be okay. The, Schneeple crouched to the level of Iplier's hand, where Gooper let out a happy purr at seeing Schneeple's face close and at his height. He smiled and spoke softly.

'Now you be good okay? I'll be back in a week okay?'

The little conglomeration let out a string of gurgles, before letting out a particular high pitched croon that made Schneeple smile. Over time, the doctor had realised that the little guy did have his own language of sorts; that noise typically meant ''I love you''. After one last farewell pet and a farewell to Iplier, Schneeple then set on his way, nervous...but happy. Iplier now stroked Gooper with the pad of one of his thumbs softly as he exclaimed in an excited, giddy voice.

'I bet we're gonna have lots of fun! I know all of my friends are going to love you!'

The little mound of squish wobbled joyfully, and despite the language barriers here, he definitely understood what was going on, and was certainly excited to meet lots of new people! He loved all the wacky green tall ones, but he really wanted to see what other ones looked like! Gooper mewled curiously when Iplier leant down closer and then proceeded to whisper.

'Plus....they're all beyond ticklish! Like the septics, all Ipliers are ticklish as hell!'

Gooper let out a loud squeak as Iplier giggled deviously, since he was beyond excited to be able to unleash this adorable bundle of ruthless tickles upon all the patients he had this week. Little did he realise however, that Gooper's little brain as processing. His brain was indeed little, but a brain it was nonetheless. All Ipliers....ticklish. All. And...this one was a doc-tor....Iplier. This one....was an Iplier. Gooper's form suddenly started to make low, and arguably mischievous sounding, rumbling noises, which made Iplier furrow his brows curiously.

'Gooper....you uh....you okay? You hungry or something?'

Iplier was somewhat correct. The doctor watched as the globular being seemed to morph, looking like its back half was protruding upwards as if the body was in a pounce-like stance. Iplier's eyes widened....Schneeple had warned him that he was a lot clever than appearances suggested. Iplier's recollection had come far too late though, for now, Gooper was speeding up his sleeve at a pace that would honestly terrify the fastest spider.

'W-Woahwoah-hEY NO WAIT NOT ME I MEANT THE OTHERS NOT MEHE!'

Iplier let out a premature giggle, which only spurred Gooper to continue in his mission. The green ones were ticklish, and had tasty, spicy laughs, and now Gooper wanted to know what the Iplier laughs were like! So, he set about burying himself in one of Iplier's armpits and making his body vibrate and rub against the tender skin, and the little monster was rewarded by an embarrassed squeal and a train of deep giggles from the embarrassed doctor.

'Ohohohoho m-my fuhu-ahaha! Gehehet ohohout gehet ohohohout!'

Iplier was torn. He couldn't bring his arm down otherwise he could squash the poor creature, and he didn't want to risk pulling him away in case he hurt his soft little body....but at the same time it tickled so goddamn bad! Iplier had never felt a sensation like it, not from any fingertips or any tools he'd felt before. It was like thousands of soft, warm, vibrating fibres that were relentless against his skin, and it was making the man do something similar to a one-man-tango. Plus, Gooper's constant crooning was just....teasy.

'Y-Yohohou're sohoho mehehean!'

Iplier's cheeks went pink when, after his exclamation, Gooper growled lowly into his hollow....before scooting down the doctor's ribs so he could race around the doctor's toned tummy like it was a racetrack! Needless to say, Iplier yelped and jumped about a foot in the air before having to grip his desk for support; all he wanted was to be able to curl up and hide as he cackled....and transition from a tango to a near belly dance.

'NOWAIT-IHIHI DIHIDN'T MEHEAN IHIT!'

Gooper of course paid him no mind, he was too busy racing his own little shadow around and around the doctor's stomach, having one hell of a fun time! Iplier's cackles shook his body as his dimples showed themselves, appearing with his wide grin as he threw his head back and wailed.

'STAHAHAP OHOHO GOHOHO SOHOMEWHEHERE EHELSE!!'

At the doctor's cry, Gooper decided to oblige since he wasn't completely cruel! So, he slid down in a leisurely manner to the man's waist, before shuffling back and forth along it jovially; or rather, Gooper would shuffle across one way and their do his own wiggly moonwalk when shuffling back across the other way. Needless to say, this was not the development that Dr Iplier had quite idealised.

'NAHAHAHAHEHEEEE!'

One magnificent squeal later, the doctor transitioned from being doubled over, to being down on his knees, and to finally lying on the floor on his back with said back being sharply arched. Iplier's face was a bright red and he was exhibiting twitchy kicks and sudden jolts at the new tickling; it was of course absolute torture for him.

'BAHAHAHAD BLOHOHOB BAHAHAD BLOHOHOOOOB!!!'

Gooper, meanwhile, was just enjoying this feast of laughter. He liked tickling this Iplier, his laughter was thick and warm, and it only got Gooper feeling more excited for the week to come! The Iplier's skin was so tender and soft to nuzzle, but it was firmer and fun to latch onto in other places too, and Gooper honestly felt like he was being spoiled! At hearing the Iplier call out so loudly though, he decided to relinquish at his waistline and start scooting up his torso so he could see the Iplier's round oval segment with all the features on the front.

'Ohoho.....oho jeheheez....my....ahahaha....'

Iplier was caught between breathing for relief from the mercy, and tittering his heart out from the feeling of Gooper moving across his skin up towards him. Either way, Iplier couldn't keep the smile off his face when Gooper popped up at his collar; the doctor booped him softly.

'Yohou.....nahaughty....awesome lihittle thing....amazing....'

Gooper seemed to just glow and swell at the praise, wriggling and hiding himself in the crook of Iplier's neck and gurgling constantly with joy. He had made this Iplier very happy, because he knew what happy people looked like. They had two pinkish plump things that would stretch and curve when they were happy. Parts of them would turn pink and red, their two special orbs would get all shiny, and then they'd always hold him close and say things loving things. Gooper didn't know exactly what they meant, but he knew that they loved him; he felt all the waves come from them when they held him close...and he loved them too.

'Well Ihi guess wehe....can look at the appointment book....lahater....'

Iplier whispered breathily, the new warmth at his neck helping him relax even more before the babysitter and the babysittee had a well deserved nap. Which one is which is up to you, because I think love and care can be felt by everyone....when it's shared by everyone. 

WOOOPPPP DONE HOPE YA LIKE THIS FIRST PART LEMME KNOW IF YA DO WOOOO LOVE YOUS XX