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gabadrabbles | CALL OF DUTY DRABBLES by anneofgreengabagool
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
30 Aug 2026
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a collection of tumblr drabbles.
fics feature cis-fem readers, unless stated otherwise in the chapter notes
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John Price, who will never ever get a divorce, knows you will ask for one.
A couple weeks later, he brings home Kyle.
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"say hi to mr. simon," you say brightly and pointedly to the mass of them, and a chorus of disjointed voices all yell — mostly kids goofing off — "hi, mr. simon!"
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- Part 5 of YARD | series
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you could be nice and offer him a drink. you could do that. doesn't have to mean anything.
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- Part 4 of YARD | series
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you watch as the big one goes through the motions of burying your stepmom with a clean precision, no wasted effort, muscles flexing under sweat and ink and glistening hair.
you smoke and picture yourself under the muscles.
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- Part 1 of YARD | series
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a series of 'yard' simon riley, not connected.
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a series of accidentally summoning these characters, not connected.
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sultry summertime anthology, not connected.
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horror anthology, not connected.
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And yet why aren’t you trying to cover yourself? Why are you still there, naked, back arched to press further into Johnny’s hand, with your fingers uselessly grasping the sheets at your sides?
“Let him watch, bonnie. You said it yerself, aye?” Johnny coos softly.
He can fucking watch for all I care.
Fuck. You. And your big mouth.
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Or; Johnny eats you out in front of an audience.
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“Fuck me.”
You’ll moan like a porn star. You’ll dig your pretty nails into his back so he can show off the marks you left on him with pride. You'll pretend an orgasm if yours is taking too long, so that his ego will be kept fed and full, and he’ll still find you appealing. So that he can go tell his friends and comrades how good you are, in and out of bed. What a gem. Wife material.
He’ll doll you up and tie the strings around your wrists. Make you dance and you will—coy smile, pretty eyes and all. A new puppet out of you, just for his sake.
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Or; John helps you out of the toxic pattern your family has woven around you, and finds how utterly gorgeous you are behind it. He cuts your strings, and loves you the way you deserve.
Bookmarked by anneofgreengabagool
10 Jul 2026
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read; a slow dismantling that is incredibly tender and compassionate
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The fear never left but it is growing; he will not kill you because he means to keep you. The world is left gagging on irradiated ash, skifts of it burying everything dead already under it wholesale, and you will be made to watch. Watch it all suffocate while you can’t. Not that way.
He can keep you and feed you and bathe you but he can’t outrun it either. He can't fix what happened. You’ll be still and so will he.
The survivors will envy the dead.
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November 4th, 2016, four months into WWIII - Little Ivan, subdued successor to Tsar Bomba, is dropped over Manhattan.
Bookmarked by anneofgreengabagool
02 Aug 2026
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read (ch 5); fascinating characterization as always from silverfishh
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“I wish you would have taken one of them for a husband before the ships left. Either. I see them both as my sons, you know this.”
“You ask much of me,” you reply, jaw in your palm. Mouth lazy and face flush with wine. Either. But you are greedy. “There is nothing to do about it now. There are no men in Thessaly.” Deserters, cowards, elders. No actionable men, said without saying.
Wait for me. Us, also said without saying, just in your ear. Four words you tuck between your fingers and run your thumb over often, as you would a warm stone.
They will be back. Gods will it.
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The war is over. The sons of northern Greece have come to roost and so have the generals Pythiades and Telamonides - Symon and Machaon. They never do things by halves, and never alone. You are no exception.
Bookmarked by anneofgreengabagool
02 Aug 2026
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19 Jul 2026