#stalker johnny mactavish

[deunmiu-dessie-sideblog]

johnny's eyes never leave you, his dark gaze following your every move with an intensity that borders on obsession. the feel of your touch, the smell of your perfume, the mere sight of you, is all he craves.

in his twisted mind, you are the key to his happiness, the only one who can fill the void within him. every moment that passes, johnny's mind is consumed by visions of a life with you, where you’re lives are forever entwined.

his love for you is all-consuming, devouring him from the inside out. he yearns to be by your side, to share in your joys and griefs, to be the one you turn to for comfort. the one who owns your love. his commitment to you is unwavering, his devotion unbreakable.

he dreams of a future where you are his everything, where you love him back, where you know he exists. his love for you teeters on the brink of insanity, a love that recognizes no limits. you are his infatuation, his possession, and he will go to any lengths to make you his own. even murder.

[whinesandwhimpers]

cw; victim overtaking kidnapper mid-fucking, choking—almost passing out, breeding kink

stalker!reader who manages to kidnap Soap but does a terrible job of tying him up so when he wakes up to you bouncing on his cock he easily breaks his binds and harshly grabs your hips and starts thrusting up into you.

"This what ye wanted, Lass?"

You gasp as he flips you both over and continues roughly fucking into you, pawing at your tits and pinching your nipples, making you arch your back and release a loud moan.

"Please, please—"

He folds you in half, hitting deeper inside you, wraps a hand around your neck and applies a little pressure, making your eyes snap open to see he's already watching you, teeth bared like a wild animal.

"That's it. Ye want me so you'll take whatever I give ye, filthy fuckin' girl." He snarls and presses harder against your neck, effectively cutting off your oxygen.

Your building orgasm mixes with pure panic as you claw at his arm to no avail.

When your vision starts to dot black and your eyes close, he releases your neck, his hand flying down to rub fast, harsh circles on your clit.

Between your arms sprawling out to clench the sheets and taking his rough pounding(quite literally rocking the bed), you manage a few gasps for air before you're crying out as you reach climax and cum on his cock.

"Ye want my bairn too, aye? Want a big, swollen belly until you're pushing him out of this pretty cunt, aye?" He pulls out of you, flips you over, lifts your ass up before he's driving his dick right back inside you. He grabs your tits and pulls you up, your back flush against his chest, squeezing the flesh and pulling your nipples. He puts his mouth next to your ear, through the sounds of your squelching pussy and his body smacking against yours with every thrust, you manage to hear the low words, a promise that sends shivers through you. "Aye, I can do that. I'll keep you stuffed full of my cock and my cum 'til there's a whole litter of 'em running 'round."

You whine and clench around his cock, your head slumping back against his shoulder as he fucks you to your second orgasm. You bring a hand up to hold onto the back of his neck, making him hiss when you dig your nails in.

"Knew you were—were perfect." You huff out, eyes squeezing shut.

He growls and turns your head and kisses you roughly, biting your bottom lip until it bleeds. When you moan against his mouth at a particularly rough thrust, he groans and slams inside you to the hilt, coating your walls and filling you up with his warm cum.

The feeling of him cumming inside you is enough to send you over the edge, your second orgasm hitting you harder than the first, making you scream.

He holds you on his cock as you come back down from the high, then follows you as you slump forward onto the bed, laying on top of you and keeping his cock buried inside you. He murmurs in your ear about keeping you plugged up so it takes before he nuzzles his cheek against your back and falls asleep.

You can't help but clench around his cock at how he just bred you and how he promises to keep breeding you, causing him to let out a little whimper in his sleep, and though you should feel like you're being crushed by this large mass of a man, you're quite comfortable with him on top of you and fall blissfully asleep.

[callsign-bunnie]

Slashers AND stalkers

Slasher Ghost and Stalker Ghost: We want you, Johnny

Final Girl Soap: Oh, fuck no, not two of you

Stalkee Soap, shoving him out of the way: Move bitch, I'll take them both

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Psychotic Rodolfo: *kills someone for Alejandro*

Slasher Alejandro: I'm so madly in love with you

[lunarw0rks]

"you wake up, a splitting headache and a mind running wild. nothing taken or askew, no feeling of being watched. when you get to the bathroom mirror, there's a pink children's bandage on your cut."

he's babygirl for sure... every morning you'll get a new bandaid and a cologne in the air— he leaves just before sunrise sometimes he leaves notes saying guess who? and scribbles little cats or dogs he sees around your neighbourhood

also!! thinking of this as like neighbour! soap... like you guys meet up for some potluck or smth and as you take a seat beside enthusiastic soap, you can't help but wonder... 'Where have I smelled this before....'

-🍦

listen, i popped off with the bandaid idea. i think it’s cute. despite the whole… stalking thing… but at this point dude — i’m deranged and find him romantic.

UGH NOT THE COLOGNE IN THE AIR !!!

OR IMAGINE U WALK AROUND THE NEIGHBORHOOD PARK AND YOU GET A WHIFF OF IT WHEN HE PASSES YOU <3

AND OBVIOUSLY YOU DONT KNOW IT’S HIM — OR THAT HE’S WATCHING YOU <3

[loadedberetta]

hello 'Im sick I'll be back in a couple of days

until then please think about being on the bus fleeing from your crazy ex Johnny, and a beautiful man introducing himself as Kyle talks you up as he seems to notice your distress--

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Navigation || AU Masterlist || All images & fictional characters go to their respective owners. All bios barring Keegan and Hesh are taken directly from in-game. They are not mine.

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE MASTERLIST || Total Works : 22

╰┈➤❝ [Captain in the 22nd SAS and commander of Task Force 141. Peerless combat tracker. Elite seek-and-strike expert. Specializing in unconventional warfare, Price is a target-focused war fighter who deploys a cut to the chase lethality.] ❞

— In-Game Biography

LIEUTENANT SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY MASTERLIST || Total Works : 12

╰┈➤❝ [An expert in clandestine tradecraft, sabotage and infiltration. He lives with a redacted past and an undercover present, marked by a concealed appearance to hide his identity and maintain anonymity in the field.] ❞

— In-Game Biography

SERGEANT KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK MASTERLIST || Total Works : 4

╰┈➤❝ [Sergeant in the SAS. Recruited by Captain Price to Task Force 141 after operations in Urzikstan and Borjomi. Expertise in prime target elimination, demolitions, weapons tactics, covert surveillance, and VIP protection.] ❞

— In-Game Biography

SERGEANT JOHN 'SOAP' MACTAVISH MASTERLIST || Total Works : 5

╰┈➤❝ [The youngest recruit to pass SAS selection, Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish is known as a perpetual FNG, a label he wears as a badge of honor. A confident, instinctive CQB expert, Soap was handpicked by Price for TF-141.] ❞

— In-Game Biography

ALEX KELLER MASTERLIST || (COD: MW 2019) || Total Works : 3

╰┈➤❝ [Former CIA SAD turned Warcom ground branch asset. Specialized training to infiltrate enemy lines and survive in inhospitable conditions. Charged with desertion after joining Farah to topple Barkov's regime in Urzikstan.] ❞

— In-Game Biography

SERGEANT KEEGAN P. RUSS MASTERLIST || (COD: GHOSTS) || Total Works : 5

╰┈➤❝ [Former member of the USMC and one of the original fifteen to survive Operation Sand Viper in 2005. Currently a Scout Sniper for Task Force: STALKER, also known as Ghosts.] ❞

LIEUTENANT DAVID 'HESH' WALKER MASTERLIST || (COD: GHOSTS) || Total Works : 3

╰┈➤❝ [Son of Elias 'Scarecrow' Walker and brother to Logan Walker. Joined the U.S. Special Forces after the ODIN strikes in 2017. Fought in the Federation War. Handler to his MWD, Riley.] ❞

KÖNIG MASTERLIST || Total Works : 3

╰┈➤❝ [König suffered from severe social anxiety throughout his life, often being bullied during his childhood. At the age of 17, he volunteered for the military.] ❞

— In-Game Biography

NIKTO MASTERLIST || Total Works : 3

╰┈➤❝ [Nikto is a former undercover agent of the FSB. At one point he was captured and tortured by Victor Zakhaev, leading to his face becoming disfigured. He constantly wears a mask to hide his injuries.] ❞

— In-Game Biography

[obsessedduh]

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. —OBSESSED'S MASTERLIST

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT!

COD — CALL OF DUTY

Simon 'Ghost' Riley – masterlist

Captain John Price:

Sweetheart (fem!reader) —> here

Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish:

Messy eater (fem!reader) —> here

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick:

Chatter box (fem!reader) —> here

Poly!141:

Shhhh (price x fem!reader x ghost) —> here

Overstimulation (price x fem!reader x ghost) —> here

Meanie! (Soap x fem!reader x Ghost) —> here

Daddy issues (task force 141 x fem!reader) —> here

House wife (Soap x fem!reader x Ghost) —> here

Weirdos (Soap x fem!reader x Ghost + stepcest & dubcon) —> here

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

ARCANE

Jinx:

Obsessed (fem!reader) —> here

Stalker (dub-con + fem!reader) —> here

Caught (fem!reader) —> here

Hair pulling (fem!reader) —> here

Brat taming (fem!reader) —> here

Rough sex (fem!reader) —> here

First time (fem!reader) —> here

Jealous much!? (fem!reader) —> here

Over the countertop (fem!reader) —> here

Sevika:

Teaching you a lesson (fem!reader) —> here

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

ASTV — ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

Hobie Brown:

Dick piercing (fem!reader) —> here

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

MONSTERS

Coming soon...

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Made — 3/2/2024.

Updated — 24/4/2024

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Wanna know more about me? —> here

[cthulhusstepmom]

Evidence that Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish is not what he seems-Lt. SR:

Soap smells like rain, it took a while to put it together because it's not Soap himself that emits the odor, it just follows him. It's less potent inside and when it's sunny outdoors but if you concentrate it's always there.

He has never been observed touching a gun or grenades without gloves. Almost every other explosive he handles with no regard for his own safety gloves.

HE EATS WEIRD SHIT. While he doesn't eat much of the food on offer from the cafe, he does eat consistently when outdoors, usually plants or flowers. Things he has eaten: dandelions(edible), garlic(edible), thistle(edible but he ate it with the thorns), foxglove(toxic, showed no adverse reaction), Several unidentified flowers and berries, grass(technically edible?) Etc.

Will sometimes refuse to enter a place before abruptly going in. The data is not consistent between different buildings or locations. Further research is required.

Sharp teeth.

Groups things in nonsensical ways. He will only fill a magazine with bullets that total a multiple of 7 or 3. The same for what weights he uses in the gym. When drawing or eating he sorts by 4s. He traded his room to get #13 (right next door, coincidence?).

Cameras will not focus on him, whether photo or video he is never in focus regardless of distance or conditions.

He has never once been in medical for more than half an hour, usually much less. Even though his hands have light burns on them almost constantly.

Dogs hate him. He seems ambivalent towards them and he's never been bit that Ive seen. Cats adore him as do birds.

John MacTavish does not blush. Not for lack of trying even when genuinely flustered or hot, his skin does not flush.

Ghost sets down the small notebook with a minute sound of frustration. The evidence is all there but looking at it, what does it really say? Other than that he's an obsessive creep. A series of quirks and coincidences compiled by a paranoid son of a bitch into a fucking stalker journal. But still, Simon can't help but feel like he's right and he'd be dead a million times over if he simply disregarded his intuition. Even if it is something batshit insane.

At this point however it seems that it'll drive him mad far before it yields any answers. After scouring what little resources were comprehensible on the internet he'd started growing out his hair, intent on tying it in knots to prevent charms. Leaving him with a problem he'd not encountered since he'd first donned the mask: unruly curls and balaclavas don't mix well at all. He'd also kept a piece of stale bread in his pocket for days as he'd read it was a repellent to- and he can't even believe he's considering it-fairies. It backfired, if anything Johnny had been more attached to him and even more touchy than usual. He'd left a small deli cup full of coffee creamer outside his door overnight and found it neatly placed upside down where he'd left it with not a drop left. Ghost chalked that up to some wise guy playing a joke or an exceptionally dextrous cat and firmly shut the door on any other possibilities in his mind. His next test had been a gift of clothing mixed with complements, he'd read that both were likely to drive away any Other. It hadn't been a very extravagant gift, a new pair of gloves and a gruff "well done Johnny" but at the time it had seemed to be the final nail in the coffin as Soap had gone white as a sheet(he can do that but he can't blush???) and scurried off. A quiet dread had filled his stomach the whole day until Soap turned up at dinner, a little quieter than usual but wearing his new gloves and eating more than usual(a scoop and a half of mashed potatoes with 4 packets of butter and 2 packets of sour cream as well as a cookie. The main course of spaghetti and meatballs went untouched though Gaz snapped it up before it could truly go to waste). Though when Ghost returned to his room late that night after trudging through hours of paperwork he found a pile of tiny, aromatic, pink flowers on the floor in front of his door and on top of them a shiny metal comb. Simon's tired brain hardly stopped to think of any of the dire warnings he'd found on forum posts and folklore sites alike, crouching and tenderly retrieving the piece from its bed of flora, careful not to crush any of the tiny blooms. Well... With all the knots in his hair-purposeful and otherwise-he's going to need a sturdy comb anyway.

[hugmeimtouchdeprived]

Ghost! Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x fem!reader - Chapter 2

Chapter 2!!! I'm busy with school and assignments and looking for a summer job and starting my final thesis, but I write when I have time and energy to do so😊

Let's ignore the fact that I posted this a few hours ago, but deleted it because I came up with something that I really wanted to change so I'm posting it again now

Content warning: Talk of possible stalking and breaking in (not really what's happening, but it's mentioned?), mention of blood.

Original drabble | Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

“Come on, what else could it be?”

“I’m not being haunted, Donna,” you groan, rubbing the bridge of your nose between two fingers. You glance around the small café, fairly empty of other patrons at this time of the day. The two of you sit next to the large windows, watching as people walk and drive by. It’s a weekday, middle of the day, so most people are likely still at school or work.

Donna is an old family friend. Used to be your neighbour when you were a kid and would often babysit you if your parents couldn’t find another babysitter. The two of you grew close until she got married and moved to the states briefly, before returning with her wife. It’s rare the two of you get time to see each other, but it’s always nice when you do.

You swear she hasn’t changed a bit since you were a kid. She’s in her early 50s, you’d guess, and still just as full of energy as she was all those years ago. Her wife is a bit of a mystery to you, but you know she travels a lot for work.

And that Donna loves her more than anything.

“What else could it be?” Donna repeats for the hundredth time. “You’re being followed by something; we both know it,” she insists. Donna has always been fairly enthusiastic, or at least interested in, the afterlife and ghosts and whatnot. You, not so much. Sure, it is intriguing, what happens after death and all the different views on the subject, if ghosts and spirits exist. Intriguing, but not very believable in your mind.

“You know, there was that terrorist attack in that tunnel a few months ago. A lot of people died there, I heard there was a soldier that passed, too,” she continues, her tone more serious now.

Donna always seems to know things. Sure, the attack, its casualties, have been public knowledge, at least some part of it. But Donna always seems to have more information than even the news do. You always joke she must have someone on the inside of all these things. “Something like that,” she’d respond.

You told her about everything as a joke, to try and ease your own nerves. She ended up taking it way more seriously than you would have anticipated. Maybe you should have predicted that, in hindsight, but at least she doesn’t seem to think you’ve lost your mind.

And sure, you promised yourself you wouldn’t talk about it to anyone, that you’d just go on with your merry life and ignore it, assume it’s a figment of your imagination. But you trust Donna, you wouldn’t be surprised if she knows you better than your parents do. Probably better than you do, if you’re being honest. And things really are getting out of hand with your ghostly friend. Roommate, squatter, stalker, whatever. You’re not sure what to call him, but it’s all too real to really keep ignoring it.

He’s in your goddamn home, your sanctuary, your safe space. Where you haven’t yet allowed even some of your friends to visit, you’re not sure if your coworkers even really know where you live. And this- this thing has invaded it, made himself right at home. Begging, yelling at him to leave you alone, to leave your home at once. The train station and the bookstore were manageable, at least. This? No. No way. This is your home, your apartment. It’s yours! You live alone and you quite like that, thank you very much.

You swear you see the shadow shake and shift, as if trying to hold in his laughter. He does seem to give you more space after that, though; instead of standing right next to or behind you, he stands in doorways, corners of rooms. That’s something, you guess.

And that’s the other thing. He’s so human, you often mistake him for an actual person standing in the corner of your room. It’s like having an extra clingy roommate, following you around the apartment. At least you can shower and change your clothes in peace. (That’s what you think. He’s not snooping or being creepy, of course not! He’s just lonely, needs the comfort of being with someone.)

It’s almost freaky how used to it you’ve gotten. It has been, what, a few months? You know by now that he, whoever he is, isn’t going to be leaving anytime soon.

The shadow in the corner of your eye no longer freaks you out nearly as much. You still don’t know who he is, or was, why he’s here and with you of all people, but you accept it. Not that you’d have a choice in the matter, anyway.

You watch movies with him. You see him next to you on your couch, almost feel his weight on the cushions, as if sitting next to a real, living person. Somehow, you can just tell when you’ve picked something he likes. The air around you feels different, more relaxed. He looks like he’s leaning forward in his seat, sitting on the edge of the couch when the movie gets exciting or interesting. You hear him laugh, not even the airy sound it was before, but an almost proper one.

He audibly groans if you pick something he doesn’t like. Might even throw a pillow on the floor or keeps turning the tv off. You’ll either scold him and keep attempting to turn it back on until he gets bored and gives up, or you’ll give up first and put on something he might like more. Problem is, you’re both stubborn beings, and might “argue” over the movie for a long time.

During horror movies you find yourself leaning towards him, looking for that feeling of safety he provides. It always takes you a moment to realize you can’t curl into his side, with his arm around you, like you would if he was physically there.

As more time goes by, you see more of him. He becomes more refined, quite literally. Going from a shadow in the corner of your eye, disappearing the moment you try to look at it, to what you’re sure is a human man. You can’t exactly see the details of his features, his face, but there are some things that are certain.

He's tall. Taller than you, at least. Muscular, too, by the looks of it, and wearing some sort of gear. Military, maybe? Donna did mention hearing of some soldier who died in those tunnels some months ago. Or maybe you’re being haunted by some terrorist who has taken a liking to you. You sincerely hope it’s the first one, though.

And then there’s the very obvious gunshot wound to his temple, oozing blood down the side of his face and neck. It drips down his chin and vanishes before hitting the floor. It’s more visible in darkness, or in the light of the moon and stars. You do your best to ignore it, there’ll be time to ask about it later. Surely not a subject he’d be very open to discuss or reminisce over.

At some point, it starts to feel nice to have some company over, even if it means you get little to no privacy. His presence makes you feel safer, in a way. You’re not sure if he could do much if someone was to break into your apartment or harass you at work or while running errands, or if he even would do anything to help you, but it still feels almost like having a guard dog. A dog that no one else can even see, unless he wants to be seen.

That’s what you think, at least. You see him because he wants you to. There’s not much concrete evidence of how ghosts really work, so you’re mostly going on what you’ve read about the subject and different cultures, and your own gut instinct.

You know your ghost can talk, too. A little bit, at least, not quite full sentences. You’ve heard what you swear was a laugh, a groan, mumbled words. He’s getting stronger, and you’re certain he will answer your questions, eventually. You’ll be patient.

One evening, you ask for his name while getting ready for bed in the bathroom. You see his hulking figure behind you in the mirror, dark shadow almost looking like he’s leaning against the wall. Not that you were expecting any response, but it’s still disappointing to not get one. The bar of soap at your sink gets tossed to the floor. “It was just a question, you know. No need to start throwing stuff around if you don’t want to answer,” you mumble as you pick it up. It’s back on the floor as soon as you turn your back to toss your clothes in the laundry basket.

You wake up feeling cold that night. Glancing at the clock, it’s barely past midnight. You close your eyes, wanting to go back to sleep; having an early morning tomorrow, you want to at least try to get a proper night of sleep.

Something’s wrong, though. It takes you a while to realize what exactly that is. It’s cold, unusually so even under your thick duvet. A weight behind you in bed as you lie on her side. An arm around your waist, weighing you down. Someone’s cold, hard chest pressed against your back.

This is a dream. A fucking nightmare. It must be.

Feeling the weight shift behind you, a cold breath of air at the back of your neck, wakes you up rather quickly. The panic settles in slow, creeping up as you process the situation, eyes wide open.

You squeeze your eyes shut, considering your options. You could tear that arm off you and make a run for it. Scream as you go, get the attention of your neighbours; the middle-aged lady whose name you haven’t bothered to learn, who is always so quick to blame you for any and every sound she hears. Or you could just go back to sleep, ignore your problems until the morning, or until the person behind you decides to do something. Just- just ignore it until then.

Or you could turn around and see who it is.

What if they’re not even asleep? Watching, waiting for you to react?

You try to rationalize it, you always do. Always have a plan, always prepared for anything.

Not this, though.

How the hell could anyone ever be prepared for waking up to something like this?

You try to move, to slide out of bed, moving so slow the person behind you wouldn’t notice if they’re truly asleep. Their grip only tightens around your waist, stilling your movement. You hold your breath.

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?!

What’s a person supposed to do here, in a situation like this? You’ve heard enough horror stories – stories from real life, real people, not mere fiction – about how these things usually end. A woman living alone, someone forcing entry to their home after weeks, or even months of stalking them, getting to know their schedule, their workplace, their life. Every option, every possible action you could take has its risks, and your mind in running a million miles per hour.

You decide to turn, the pure fear getting to you. Fear of simply not knowing who this person is, why or how they’re here, in your home. In your bed.

You turn, moving slowly and carefully again, to face whoever is in the bed with you. Your heart pounds in your chest, the fear and anxiety or what or who you’ll see terrifying you to your very core.

There’s nothing there. In the dark room, you only see the moonlight peeking through the blinds, not doing much to light your room.

There’s nothing there.

Your eyes close and you take a deep breath, telling yourself it was some fucked up dream that just felt too real. You have been stressed out lately, more so than usual, so it's not that out of the question that it would start affecting you in different ways.

You promptly choose to ignore the still cold to the touch indentation on the mattress beside you.

You don’t even notice the now familiar eyes watching you from the corner of your bedroom.

Thank you so much for reading! Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated!🌷

Also, I've been very busy and stressed recently, mostly with uni and assignments and starting my final thesis. I've found writing this to be sort of relaxing, like a way to get my mind off of things when it gets too much and my brain turns to mush. :)

[callsign-bunnie]

Ghost stalking soap part 2 sounds good 👍

This is part 2 to this! There will likely be a part 3!

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Soap still hadn't received another text after the note. He'd kept this stuffed animal, and the rose was in a jar, even if Soap didn't really like receiving flowers.

He wasn't even sure why he cared. Ghost was his fucking stalker. He shouldn't care that he hadn't texted him or... wanted to talk to him. Ugh, Soap was pathetic. A moment of attention and Soap was hooked.

He was an addict for it. Finally, he caved. Why are you insistent he's bad for me?

So you do want to talk to me.

Eat shit. Soap cursed. He hesitated. Why a skull?

I don't know. I like them.

Weird. Soap sighed and laid on his back, watching the phone. He paused, jerking upright when a screenshot was sent to him. It was an arrest record of the guy he was trying to date. Sexual assault. How the fuck did you get that?

Do you believe me now?

Soap frowned. So you're not just some creepy weirdo. Alright fine. But why not just talk to me in person?

You won't like me in person. I said that.

Soap hesitated. Fuck. He was curious. Can I have a picture, at least?

Why?

Because you keep breaking into my dorm and it's the least you can fucking do. Soap huffed, irritated. Why was he even justifying this?

I can't deny you. I don't know why but I just can't say no to you.

Then a picture was sent. No face, which Soap had expected. But jesus fucking christ, Ghost was built like a brick house. A black hoodie and black jeans covered most of it, but just his silhouette was huge. How tall are you?

6'4. Why?

I'm 5'10.

I know.

You said you can't deny me. So, please stop stalking me and leave me alone, Mr Ghost. It was banter. Soap knew it wouldn't work.

I take it back. It appears I can say no to you.

Soap rolled his eyes but he was almost amused. However, he needed to sleep, so he put his phone to the side and went to bed.

-

What if I wanted to see you. In person that is.

Oh, Johnny... You really don't.

Soap sighed, riding the bus into the city. He really did. Even though Ghost was supposed to freak him out, he was curious. What do you even want from me?

I want to be near you.

You're not near me.

No response. Soap frowned at his phone before groaning and lightly thunking his head on the window.

-

You should keep your hair overgrown like that. It's better than the tight mohawk.

Soap flushed, unsure why he was even considering doing as Ghost said. Why did he care about the opinion of his stalker?? I'm gonna keep the sides shaved.

I would expect nothing less, Johnny.

Look, what about a phone call? So I can have a voice? Surely you want to hear mine... I'll say anything you want me to...

Again, no response. Soap cursed and threw his phone across his dorm, just turning back to his homework.

-

Soap jumped when he felt his phone buzzing. He'd been watching a random movie he didn't care about. His breath caught when he saw the caller ID state "Ghost" on it. He rushed to answer it, almost knocking the phone against his skull.

"Hello Johnny."

Soap felt himself just melt at the voice. It was deep and gruff and it sounded amazing. "Ghost?"

"Who else?"

"I dunno, I was thinking it was my other stalker. You know he and I are planning to meet up since someone won't-"

"Who?!" Soap shivered at the anger in Ghost's voice. It did horrid things to Soap's body and Soap had to suppress the feeling of need.

"You don't really get sarcasm, do you? There's no other stalker."

"Good." Possession, this time. Oh that was not helping.

"I like your voice." Soap didn't mean to say it. He shouldn't have. He should not be complimenting his stalker.

"You do?" Flattery. Soap melted. Ghost sounded kind of cute, actually. Almost unsure of himself. Ghost had to be insecure, he'd already figured that out, but he sounded almost... sad.

Soap closed his eyes and leaned back. "I really do."

Then Ghost hung up. Soap frowned and wondered if he'd done something wrong. He slammed his phone down and hit his head. "Stupid- Stupid."

--

Soap frowned at a box on his bed. A skull was drawn on it and he sighed, softly. You didn't put a bomb on my bed, did you?

Why would I do that? I like you alive.

Soap snorted. Why do you break into my dorm?

Open the box.

Soap rolled his eyes and got out his knife, cutting the tape on the box. He whatever it was out, gasping at how heavy it was. It looked like a giant crystal ball, but... there was some kind of odd fluid in it.

Soap frowned, twisting it around. The fluid was black, but there was something else in it, which swirled and made it look like there was a nebula swirling around in it. Oh, it was so fucking cool! He grinned and noticed a stand for it in the box.

Being super careful since it was clearly glass, he got the stand out and set it on his dresser, making sure it was displayed right next to the now dead rose and the little bear.

Where the fuck did you even find it??

You like it?

It's so fucking awesome! I love it!

His phone was buzzing again and Soap immediately answered. "I saw it in a hobby shop. It made me think of you."

"I love it so much. It's amazing..." Soap gently moved the ball, noticing the stand was designed so it could keep moving. It was stimulating.

"I'm glad, Johnny."

-

If I wanted you to fuck me, would you? Soap wanted to push his limits. See what Ghost would respond to. He was in class, so it wasn't like he had to worry about Ghost bursting in and fucking him.

Johnny, what the fuck??

Answer the question, Ghost.

No. Because that would require you seeing me.

Soap rolled his eyes. What if I wore a blindfold?

What if you took it off?

Then fucking tie me up, jesus christ.

Soap was not shocked at the lack of response, this time.

-

What about video sex? Again Soap was on the bus. Okay, maybe this wasn't pushing his boundaries. Maybe he was actually curious.

Why?

Because you're hot. Why the fuck else?

Soap didn't get another response until he was in the hobby store he'd planned to go to. He wanted to get something for Ghost.

You think I'm hot?

Dude, you're 6'4 and built like a truck. Yes, you are hot.

Soap grinned when he found it. He'd seen it the other day. It was a mask. A ski mask, more specifically, but it had a skull print on it. He bought it, unsurprised at the lack of response he'd gotten. Tonight, I'm leaving something for you on my desk. You can grab it when I go to class.

-

Okay, maybe I'll consider video sex.

Can I see the mask on you? Soap crossed his fingers. He grinned when he saw the picture send. As promised, bright blue eyes could be seen through the eye hole. Ghost had his hoodie on, the hood pulled up, so he didn't just look like some fucking weirdo in a mask.

Fuck, you really are hot. It was the truth. Even with the mask on, Soap could tell.

You think so?

Definitely.

This time, the response was what surprised him. When you get home, set up your laptop.

Soap grinned, excitement filling him.

He barely was able to wait until he got home. He got his laptop set up, as soon as he could, and then nothing happen.

He waited all night and then... he just went to bed, horribly disappointed.

-

You fucking stood me up, asshole.

I'm sorry, Johnny. I wanted to, I really did.

Soap rolled his eyes. He was really hurt by the fact that he'd waited for Ghost to call him and nothing had happened. Whatever.

Please don't stay mad at me.

Soap ignored his texts, and just went to class.

-

Alright, fine. I chickened out. I was going to call you but you make me so fucking nervous so I just chickened out.

Why didn't you at least text me? I was really excited and I got nothing. Soap would have understood anxiety. But Ghost hadn't even texted him or anything.

I was worried you'd be mad.

I was more mad at being stood up!

Johnny... I'm sorry...

Whatever.

-

Soap laid in bed, bored. He'd gotten sick of being upset at Ghost. Why me?

You're attractive.

You're lying.

I do find you attractive though.

Yeah, obviously, but that's not why.

I don't know. I saw you on the street, you were leaving one of your classes. It was like a click in my brain. I wanted you.

Not enough to deliver on your promise.

I said I was sorry.

Soap sighed and rolled onto his back. I forgive you.

Thank you.

-

I guess video sex would have been too fast. We haven't even had a date yet. Soap was returning some books to the library. Once again, he'd decided to try to force himself to read, and once again he'd failed.

Dates require being in person.

Not completely. Okay, what if instead of video sex, we just video chat.

No sex.

None, whatsoever. We just... talk.

I'll think about it.

Soap groaned and put his forehead on the shelf. Ghost please. You give me nothing.

Tomorrow.

--

Soap waited. He was fairly sure he'd be stood up again. But, then the video app Ghost had told him to use finally rang and he perked up. He hit answer, grinning.

Poor Ghost looked so awkward, sitting on his own bed and once again wearing all black. "Hello."

"Hi!" Soap grinned, waving. "You called this time!"

"I didn't want to disappoint you, twice." Ghost shrugged.

Soap relaxed. "I'm glad." Then it went silent for a bit. "Oh! I still have the little bear you got me." He reached over and grabbed it, showing.

Ghost seemed to perk up a little, though he kept neutral. "Good."

Soap nodded and put it back. "Do you like movies?"

"Some." Ghost nodded.

Soap cringed. Ghost didn't seem very chatty. "What kind?"

"Action, I guess."

"You guess?" Soap frowned, tilting his head.

"I don't know. I guess I don't like movies."

Soap sighed. "Ghost, come on... I just want to get to know you." He slumped his shoulders, able to tell Ghost was being cagey.

Ghost was silent for a bit, his eyes watching Soap through the camera. "I prefer to read." He sighed. "Horror, mostly. Though I like reading zombie stuff."

Soap perked up. Finally! Something. "Zombie stuff? That's pretty cool! Personally, I don't read. I just can't. But... I like to play zombie video games."

Ghost nodded a little. "I like the silence of reading."

"Damn, I don't know why you like me, then. I'm never silent." Soap laughed, amused. "Even when I'm laying in bed, I have to have noise."

"It's different."

"I see." Soap nodded and smiled at Ghost. "I'm glad you called me. I like your eyes."

Ghost hung up. Soap frowned, surprised, and considered calling Ghost back. But, no. He knew enough to know Ghost had done that on purpose. He groaned and just closed the laptop.

--

PT3?? Yes, definitely.

[teddiesworldd]

masterlist

(nsfw fics are indicated by a red asterisk *)

johnny "soap" mactavish:

♡ the drive home *

simon "ghost" riley:

♡ lipstick kisses

♡ after the world ends: p1* and p2

♡ the man behind the mask

♡ your neighbour, simon, the stalker *

♡ muffled moans and whiskey kisses *

♡ "don't look at me like that" *

♡ "you're perfect to me"

[somethingtodowithreaders]

My Current Fics

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Worship - Hairy Female Reader - smut/fluff - Oneshot

Quiet - Neutral Reader - slight angst/fluff - Oneshot

Difficult to Love - Neutral Reader - fluff - Oneshot

Slip of the Tongue - Female Reader - smut/fluff/slight angst on reader's part - Oneshot

Whiplash - Female Reader - angst/comfort - Oneshot

Wrong Number, Right Day - Sugar Baby Reader - fluff/angst/smut - Multi Chapter

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

His Thoughts - Female (Mind Reader) Reader - smut/angst/rape/noncon/dark fic - Oneshot

Dishes Best Served Cold - Fat Neutral Reader - fluff -Series

DBSC: That Past Thing - Fat Neutral Reader - fluff - Series

Your Friend's Friend - Female Reader - angst/fluff - Multi Chapter

Treasure - Female Reader - fluff(?) - obsessed protective Reader - 100 Word Challenge

Safety Off - Female Reader - fluff(?) - obsessed protective Ghost - 100 Word Challenge

John Price

Sleepover - Neighbor Female Reader - smut (ish)/fluff - Oneshot

Whiskey Whispers Series - Fat Female Reader - fluff/smut - Series

Safe and Sound - Neutral Reader - fluff/comfort - Oneshot

Radio Silence - Female Reader - smut/angst/fluff - Zombie AU - Multi Chapter

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

Eye to Eye - Stalker Female Reader - smut/noncon/dark fic - Oneshot

Can Do Better - Female Reader - fluff - 100 word challenge

Follow Your Dreams - Female Reader - fluff - 100 Word Challenge

Kate Laswell

Laswell's Wife - Wife Female Reader - smut/fluff/angst - Series

My Future Fics

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Let Me Feel You - Female Reader - fluff/smut - Oneshot

Lick Your Lips - Neutral Reader - smut - Oneshot

One Fish, Two Fish - Neutral Reader - fluff - Oneshot

Remember Me Fondly - Amnesia Neutral Reader - angst - Oneshot

Where Good Dogs Go - Female Reader - fluff/angst/comfort - Multi Chapter

Dearest - Neighbor Female Reader - fluff/angst/smut - Multi Chapter

One More Bite - Werewolf Male Reader - fluff/angst - Multi Chapter

Be Careful What You Wish For - Female Reader - fluff/smut/angst/dark fic - Multi Chapter

Letters of Love - Female Reader - smut/fluff - Oneshot

Gone Sideways - Military Male Reader - angst/fluff/comfort - Oneshot

John Price

Chance Meetings - Female Reader - fluff/smut (slight Soap x Reader) - Oneshot

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

NA

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

Under the Covers - Female Reader - fluff/angst/smut - Multi Chapter

Kill of the Night - Vampire Female Reader - angst/smut/fluff - Multi Chapter

Kate Laswell

NA

[intoxicated-chan]

COD Characters as Songs

♡o。.✿ฺ Characters // Rodolfo Parra, Phillip Graves, Simon “Ghost” Riley, Valeria Garza, Johnny “Soap” MacTavish, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, König, Alejandro Vargas, John Price…

♡o。.✿ฺ Content Warnings // Gender neutral reader, swearing, light violence, blood, angst, medium sexual themes but little smut (Price), alcohol use, mentions of murder, toxic relationships, flirting, small unrequited love, threats, nightmares…

RODOLFO PARRA // West Coast by Lana Del Rey //

One thing that you’re sure about Rodolfo is that he loves admiring his crush/lover from afar, it doesn’t matter when and where, seeing you is all he needs.

The first time Rodolfo saw you was at a bar, the aftermath of Graves’ killing spree. He saw you awkwardly sitting in the corner, no drink in hand, and you watched as everyone had someone to dance with. With the help of Alejandro and a little alcohol, he went up to you and asked for a dance.

The relationship moved slowly, he wasn’t sure if it was going to be a simple hookup or something special, he was still recovering from losing his base and some of the people of Las Almas. But whenever he was with you, it seemed like his mind was at ease, he could be himself around you without worrying about anything else.

Rodolfo was definitely in love…

“I love you.” Rodolfo muttered for the hundredth time that day, his head nuzzled into your neck while his arms had a tight grip on you.

“I love you too Rodolfo.” You had no problem returning his love you’s. Rodolfo never felt this way with anyone, he dreaded every phone call he received, every thought that plagued his head that he’d have to leave or… He just couldn’t think of it. He couldn’t think of anything else other than you, you were his whole world.

He wouldn’t let anyone take that away from him.

PHILLIP GRAVES // I Feel Like I’m Drowning by Two Feet //

Graves didn’t know he wasn’t good for you, more like he did know but didn’t give two shits about it. You make him feel good, even if you’re suffocating in pain.

“Graves… You need to go.” Graves knew your friends and family, though it was clear that they all hated him, he didn’t care. He found someone that he felt good with, even if you didn’t see it. All those nights that you spent in his bed were always lonely, even with the comfort of his sweaty body after a night of your activities, you were alone.

You cherished those days he was deployed, your life was getting back on track but it all crashed when Graves came back. With his idiotic smirk on his face, the cycle repeats all over again. Everyone could see how fake Graves was with you, no one needed to point it out.

“You know I hate the way you make me feel.” You lay on his chest, his fingers running through your hair, “I hate everything about you.” You weren’t gonna lie to yourself this time.

“I know.” Graves muttered, his eyes focused on the T.V, “Are you saying we shouldn’t be together?” You should’ve listened to your friends from the start, family complaining that they wouldn’t accept him even if he gave you everything. Suspicious, cocky, rude, stalker.

Maybe you could lie to yourself one last time…

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY // when the party’s over by Billie Eilish //

Ghost was a man of little words, years and years of trauma stacked on without rest. It’s difficult for him to have a connection, be vulnerable, or even love someone who, in his eyes, deserves better.

Ghost loved those days where he was able to be in your arms, those days where you lift part of his mask to kiss his lips, and those days where he got to love you. Ghost never believed he deserved good things, didn’t think that someone like you was possible. You accepted every flaw that he showed, those who scare people away brought you closer. Shouldn’t he be glad? Shouldn’t he be happy that there’s someone who cares about him so much that they’re willing to put their future on hold for him?

It was bittersweet, it saddened him that your future was waiting, but it was he who was holding you back from so much. It hurt him that you allowed him to push you away, slowly and slowly until he had to leave again. The days alone became bitter for you, the day he was supposed to come back, a note came. It was clear from the beginning of the letter, Simon was letting you go.

‘You deserve so much more than what I could give. Get out of here and start your life, without me.’

VALERIA GARZA // Luxurious by Gwen Stefani //

Ever wondered how Valeria Garza showed her affection? Physical touch, quality time, and money. It was one of the many advantages of being with El Sin Nombre.

Valeria is many things but not a person to let her guard down all the time, when it came to you, she was lovestruck. Her eyes filled with adoration and love that even Diego pointed it out, in which she threatened to cut off his balls if he said another word. Yet she immediately calmed when she saw you. But she couldn’t act like this forever, she has an image to uphold.

But when all eyes are off her and she spoils you rotten, doesn’t matter if you never asked for it, she’s getting it for you without a problem, why? Because you’re her everything, she’d be nothing without you. Worse if Alejandro found out.

“Valeria! Do you know how much these go for?” You’re in shock and awe, staring at the ring still in its case. Having her initials engraved on it, “How did you even get this?”

“Don’t worry about that.” Valeria smiles, wrapping her arms around your waist from behind, “I have one with your initials on it. Now we can always be together. No matter what happens.”

Was it such a bad thing that Valeria’s a criminal and in love with you?

JOHNNY “SOAP” MACTAVISH // Cupid's Chokehold / Breakfast in America by Gym Class Heroes //

It was more than love with Johnny, he enjoys showing you off to whoever he could even if he was supposed to be on the down low. But he can’t help it! He loves you so much!

Johnny loves those short facetime calls during midnight, they are always too short for his liking, mainly because he tries to call whenever he gets the chance. During the rides in the plane or helicopter, he always finds himself staring at a photo of you that rests in his chest pocket. He’s the embodiment of ‘take a look at my S/O!’

Especially to his family. He was raised with many sisters and a mother, his father died when he was young. Whenever he’d visit his grave, he’d talk about you, everything and how Johnny wishes he could meet you. His mother was always looking out for Johnny, she knows the amount of times he was heartbroken by everyone else but she could see he was genuine with you.

“I missed you!” Johnny picked you up and spun you around many times, when he let you down, he didn’t let go. He took in the scent of your recently washed body, “Sorry I missed much… But I’m ‘ere now.”

“I always knew you’d come back, and you are back.”

“I’ll always come back to you.”

KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK // Here With Me by d4vd //

Gaz always waited, waited patiently for when it came to you. He never pushed you when you weren’t ready and didn’t care if his patience was rewarded or not. It didn’t matter to you.

Gaz remembers those restless nights spent alone, but hours later, you’d come join him with a hot cup of coffee. Those missions where you both waited hours for the enemy but he was grateful for your presence since it was ever borning for him.

Gaz also remembers those nights where you were plagued with nightmares of god knows what, he spent those nights by your side and you in his arms. He’d never push you to talk, if he can get you to fall back asleep then that’s all that matters.

But the day he was stuck on medical, injured from his recent mission, you slept in the chair by his bedside, “(Y/n)? (Y/n)?” He shakes you a few times before you wake up, “What are you doing here?”

“I was worried.” You whispered, considering it was late at night, “But forget me, how are you feeling? Are you in any pain?”

Gaz didn’t want to know if he was dreaming things, if he did, he hoped they came true when he woke up. But he wasn’t dreaming things and he wasn’t seeing things, you waited patiently by his side for him to wake up.

Gaz knows that you’ll both be there for each other, maybe he could wait a little bit longer…

KÖNIG // Stressed Out by twenty one pilots //

König remembers those special days in his childhood, even though most of his memories were of being bullied. Those days he spent with one of his few friends, how he missed speaking to you.

How many years has passed since he last spoke to you? He would have to be a few days before he enlisted, then all contact was cut, he stayed in low contact with his parents to protect them, but why not you? Was it that you suffered the consequences of being friends with him? Or because not only eyes were on him in public but on you?

There was a note in his hands, with your new address he found, he could easily start contact with you, and all he needed to do was send the letter. But worry plagued his mind, what if you didn’t want to talk? What if you were angry, mad, hurt that he completely ghosted you? God he was such an idiot… He hurried back to the training room, forgetting the letter on the desk.

A few days later, a letter was left for him. He was confused at first since he normally calls his family but his eyes widened at the name, your name, your full name addressed to him. How were you able to- his letter… He looked like a deer in headlights, he felt like an idiot for leaving behind his letter for someone else to deliver it for him. König hurried to his room before opening the letter.

‘Glad to hear you’re doing well König! And I miss you too, how’s the military been treating you?’

ALEJANDO VARGAS // Alejandro by Lady Gaga // (I had to do it.)

Alejandro knew the dangers of his job, how easy it is for someone to find his S/O if he ever went public with his relationship. Especially for the woman he’s fallen for, Valeria’s sibling.

Rodolfo knew Alejandro was made but not this mad. He finally understood the tension between Valeria and Alejandro, wasn’t the team’s theories of them probably having a relationship, NOPE! It was Alejandro falling for Valeria’s sibling who was unaware of Valeria’s doings. It broke his soul that an innocent person was in the risk of being caught, that’s why Alejandro always made visits to you.

He always made sure you had everything you needed, he always made sure that you told him anything about Valeria. You thought it was because he was in love with her but you never saw the lingering eyes that lingered for too long, those compliments he gave and you thought he was just practicing for Valeria. How wrong were you…

“I think she’s gonna love it!” You smile, looking at the necklace Alejandro allows you to see, “It’s beautiful.”

Your comment made Alejandro sad that his failed attempts to woo you, “It’s for you.” He doesn’t hold back, “Everything is for you.” Taking the necklace from your hands and putting the necklace around your neck, his initials engraved on it.

Alejandro was tired of waiting and wanted you now.

JOHN PRICE // Stargirl Interlude by The Weeknd (feat. Lana Del Rey) //

There’s nothing more that John loves than his cigars, but then there’s you. John couldn’t stop himself whenever it came to you, he always gave into temptation.

“Why are you crying?” John whispers in your ear, his body close to yours, “Does it hurt?” You’re quick to shake your head, pulling him closer when he pulls back. He could hear how heavy your breathing is, his nude body provided all the warmth you needed.

You could smell his recent cigar in his breath, you moved from your touch for a bit, lighting another cigar and blowing it into your face, “You look beautiful like this.” He speaks, taking another hit of his cigar. Oh how John missed you dearly. He always came home to you and was presented with his favorite cigars that you bought.

John suddenly thrust his hips which makes you jolt and whimper, you cling onto him, nails digging into his back, “Be good for me and maybe I’ll give you a reward.” You were aching, dying for him to at least touch you, but one hand was busy holding his cigar and the other held your face in place for him to see the beauty of tear stains.

“You missed me this much? Alright then, I’ll give you your reward.”

© Intoxicated-Chan, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without permission.

[ghastlybirdie]

CoD: Modern Warfare Series

Captain John Price

Series

Coming Soon

One-Offs

Price HC's More Price HC's

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Series

Hocus Romance

One-Offs

Coming Soon

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Series

Simon x Pregnant Reader Intro Part One

Soulmate Paradox Part One

One-Offs

Stalker!Simon

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Series

Coming Soon

One-Offs

Coming Soon

Task Force 141

Series

Coming Soon

One-Offs

Coming Soon

[hiding-in-my-blanket-fort]

Masterlist

Fics list below the cut.

Rating guide:

G = for everyone T = teenage content (may include minor language, mentions of sex) M = 18+ audiences only

CALL OF DUTY

Captain John Price

Gender neutral reader fluffy headcanons(SFW) | T

Navigating a new relationship GN!Reader (SFW) | T

Angsty hurt/comfort fem!Reader (SFW) | T

submissive John x domme F!Reader (NSFW) | M 18+ only | Part Two

John x anxious Reader (gender neutral) (SFW) | T

touch-starved GN!Reader (SFW) | T

John x skittish, touch starved Reader (SFW) | G

Childfree, pregnancy-free F!Reader (SFW) | G

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Soap is your hype man Fem!Reader (SFW) | T

Submissive Soap x domme F!Reader (NSFW) | M 18+ only

GN!Reader with free-use boyfriend Soap (NSFW) | M 18+ only

Attitude Adjustment x F!Reader (NSFW) | M 18+

Following Orders x domme F!Reader (NSFW) | M 18+ | Ao3

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Making Simon your boy toy (F!Reader) | M 18+ only

Chicago Fire

Sam Carver

Guard Dog - Protective Carver when Reader has a stalker (NSFW) | M 18+ | AO3 (COMING SOON)

Sons of Anarchy

Chibs Telford

Chibs with a virgin fem!Reader and their first time | Rated M 18+ only

Juice Ortiz

Hurt/comfort GN!Reader and Juice | Rated T

Stranger Things

Chrissy/Eddie

Melting into You | Rated T | Ao3

Imagines

Eddie with an asexual GN!reader | Rated T

Hugs from Eddie | Rated G

Eddie loves your cooking | Rated G

FWB with Eddie and Reader who catches feelings | Rated T

Eddie with a Reader who is a shy, anxious smol bean | Rated G

Top Gun Maverick

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Girl next door!Reader frenemies to lovers | Rated T

fluffy hurt/comfort for GF!Reader with social anxiety | Rated T

Demisexual!Jake Seresin x Reader | Rated M

Submissive!Jake Seresin x fem!Reader | Rated M

Triple Frontier

Frankie Morales

Mutual pining with Frankie Morales and GN!Reader | Rated T

Fluffy stuff with Frankie Morales x asexual!Reader | Rated T

Will Miller

Flirty friends to lovers with Will Miller | Rated T

Being in a relationship with Benny and Will | Rated T

Protective Will Miller with his GF | Rated T

Yellowstone

Rip Wheeler

Rip with a shy, quiet, introverted fem!Reader | Rated T

[obsessivelullabies]

— masterlist!

— call of duty !

simon 'ghost' riley !

being simon riley's housewife!

being simon riley’s housewife: your pregnancy!

tf141 on valentine's day!

stalker simon riley!

- kidnapper simon riley.

being mafia!tf141's assistant.

- being mafia!tf141’s assistant: ghost.

clingy simon riley headcanons.

ghost reacting to reader’s pheromone perfume.

would this yandere kill for you?

breeding drabble.

seeing his face for the first time.

horny husband simon oneshot.

cuteness aggression.

reacting to your tongue piercing.

tf141 fighting over you.

reacting to your spinal tattoo.

comforting pregnant reader.

cooking for ghost.

könig !

yandere sugar daddy könig!

being könig’s personal assistant!

- being könig's personal assistant: acting up!

- being könig’s personal assistant: trying to quit.

könig helping anxious!reader.

cuteness aggression.

reacting to your tongue piercing.

john price !

yandere john price!

tf141 on valentine's day!

being mafia!tf141's assistant.

would this yandere kill for you?

growing older with john price.

- growing older with john price; smut.

reacting to your tongue piercing.

tf141 fighting over you.

reacting to your spinal tattoo.

threesome with laswell.

price with shy partner.

johnny 'soap' mactavish !

silly headcanon!

tf141 on valentine's day!

being mafia!tf141's assistant.

would this yandere kill for you?

neighbor johnny smut drabble.

reacting to your tongue piercing.

tf141 fighting over you.

reacting to your spinal tattoo.

kyle 'gaz' garrick !

tf141 on valentine's day!

being mafia!tf141's assistant.

first time with boyfriend gaz.

would this yandere kill for you?

boyfriend gaz who accidentally got you pregnant.

gaz with milf!reader.

reacting to your tongue piercing.

protective husband gaz.

tf141 fighting over you.

reacting to your spinal tattoo.

phillip graves !

would this yandere kill for you?

misogynist phillip graves.

yandere phillip graves headcanons.

sugar daddy graves.

cuteness aggression.

cowboy graves.

reacting to your tongue piercing.

alejandro vargas !

alejandro and rudy sharing you.

yandere alejandro headcanons.

reacting to your tongue piercing.

rudy parra !

alejandro and rudy sharing you.

kate laswell !

threesome with price.

— red dead redemption 2!

arthur morgan !

arthur giving you flowers.

arthur with shy!fem!reader with an accent.

arthur confessing his feelings.

yandere arthur morgan.

leaving yandere arthur morgan.

platonic!father figure arthur with orphan reader.

— genshin impact !

diluc !

genshin men yandere headcanons!

genshin mens kinks!

yandere husband diluc headcanons.

trying to divorce yandere diluc.

tartaglia !

genshin men yandere headcanons!

genshin mens kinks!

finding out about yandere childe.

zhongli !

genshin men yandere headcanons!

arataki itto !

pervert arataki itto!

kazuha !

yandere kazuha headcanons.

thoma !

sub thoma drabble!

wanderer !

genshin mens kinks!

kaeya !

genshin mens kinks!

neuvillette !

genshin mens kinks!

wriothesley !

genshin mens kinks!

dottore !

dottore punishment headcanon!

aether !

yandere abyss aether headcanons.

venti !

platonic yandere venti.

hu tao !

platonic yandere hu tao.

kokomi !

platonic yandere kokomi.

thank you for reading! read this if you’d like to make a request. :) i do intend to write a lot more.