Four Big Guys

Hello, I'm: Fizzy

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Welcome lovies! This is a sideblog where I can shamelessly thirst and write freaky shit without tarnishing my main blog <3

I'm currently thirsting over CoD, and DC (on this blog)

NAVIGATION

Masterlists: Call of Duty | DC

Rules

Characters I'll write for

someone please help this boomer work this website

my first smut fic gonna come out soon, and as i mentioned earlier flashbanging somebody in my fic is NOT on the agenda

CHARACTERS I'LL WRITE FOR

COD

John Price

Simon Riley

Kyle Garrick

Jonny MacTavish

Kate Laswell

Nikolai

Farah Karim

Alex Keller

Philip Graves

Herschel Shepherd (Hate only)

Alejandro Vargas

Valeria Garza

König

Makarov (Hate only)

DC

Alfred Pennyworth (Platonic)

Bruce Wayne

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Tim Drake

Stephanie Brown

Cassandra Cain

Damian Wayne

Duke Thomas

Clark Kent (Superman 2025)

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thank you @cow-cutie for this cutie idea!!

CoD Characters and Stuffed Animals!

CW: possibly inaccurate, fluff, toxic/fragile masculinity mentioned

Price

John most likely wouldn't care for stuffed animals, he's pushing forty and I think that his family is pretty traditional and a little (very) toxic. If he did own any stuffed animals as a kid, they were gone by the time he turned eight. 'Real men don't...' was a common phrase he grew up with. While this didn't really cause many issues for him growing up, it's a very strong factor in him being such a hard-ass captain.

He would definitely grow to fancy a certain pillow or blanket that he uses all the time but that's as far as it would go for him.. I imagine the pillow or blanket being very old, something that can't be replaced due to how worn-in John has made it. Like if you were to find the exact model of it in the store it would feel completely different. It's pretty worn down but John prefers it that way.

As for his partner owning any stuffed animals, John wouldn't care. His partner is supposed to be softer at heart in his eyes, his toxic masculinity doesn't go farther than his own self-standards and expectations. Your stuffed animals are welcome on the bed so long as they stay on your side and he gets to hold you in the night. He may judge if you're the type to take them everywhere, but he'll ultimately accept it as one of your little quirks.

Ghost

Simon has a lot of baggage. He wasn't allowed the luxury of stuffed animals growing up and he's the type of guy to have the literal bare minimum. His closet is mostly empty, if it weren't for you the poor bloke would only have two outfits in his closet.

His bed is almost completely barren with one blanket and one measly, paper thin pillow. He learns to live normally with you but it takes a while. If you were to buy him a stuffed animal he wouldn't object, but he's not the type to care or want for anything more. He's genuinely satisfied with what he has.

If you have stuffed animals, Simon would definitely point out the fact that you're wasting space. When you reply that you know how to manage your space he grumbles an indifferent response. During the night a few stuffed animals might end up on his side. He uses them to support his knees, ankles, neck and arms. He finds practical use for them and finds it's comfier to sleep with them for that reason.

On another note, Simon is petty. If you piss him off he'll hold your stuffed animals hostage, or he'd punch them to make you mad. He's stone cold.

Gaz

Kyle doesn't see stuffed animals as a must-have, and he would definitely tease you if you owned them. He's not genuinely making fun of you but he finds it pretty cute that you own them and cuddle with them. He would buy you some occasionally because he's a good boyfriend. <3

Before you, he didn't really think about stuffed animals, and he was pretty content with his space. Kyle can be a little messy and stuffed animals with him would probably end up on the floor during the night. (he picks up after himself when he has to i swear-) He wouldn't own any but he also wouldn't care if he did?

The day you buy him a stuffed animal is the day that changes, Kyle finds it's better to sleep with stuffed animals, but ultimately prefers softer pillows to use. (his masculinity is a little fragile so he blames the stuffed animal on you-) Overall, Kyle doesn't really care about stuffed animals but you may catch him sleeping with a few from time to time.

Occasionally, he takes pleasure in your anger so he'd probably smack them off the bed just to hear you yell at him because he's a piece of shit.

Soap

Johnny sways both ways I feel like. It's not that he's ashamed of sleeping with a stuffed bunny rabbit, (man has no shame) it's more so the stuffed animal would fly off the bed during the night with his atrocious sleeping.

Whatever is comfortable is comfortable, even if it's a wee little teddy he's sleeping with. He would much rather it be you that he's holding, and often considers you as a stuffed animal when he's sleeping, but he doesn't mind the stuffed animal.

During the night he switches to cuddling you and your stuffed animals to flinging the stuffed animals with his wild limbs, you've gotten smacked in the face a few times too. He can go from sleeping with you in his arms with the pillow pets, to half of them on the floor and you trapped under his heavy arm thats making your arm go numb.

On the days he's feeling annoying he'd punch them just to make you mad. The type to openly snicker when you snap at him for it.

That's all, apologies for them being short!!

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The Crack in My Shell is Clark Kent

CW: reader has cracky ass joints, clark is nosy, reader is miserable and a lil negative, cryptic thoughts, reader has paranoia, gn reader, reader has a personality

Clark Kent x Reader

Summary: clark wants to help you with your joint pain.. the problem? you won't let him in.

crack-crack... crack

He didn't even mean to hear it, I mean- you were all the way across the office, typing away, minding your own business. Definitely not because you were desperately trying to finish your piece before Perry's fuckass deadline. Yikes. (you finish, you always do)

Alas, he heard it, and his head shot up, it definitely came from your desk. Your face was slightly scrunched up, as you looked down to your ankles, grumbling a quiet, "why did that one hurt?"

Clark couldn't say anything, because hearing something like that would require super-hearing.. which he does not have... It would be even more conspicuous because your desk was all the way on the other side of Lois's and closer to Cat's. So with a quiet sigh he turned back to his work.

It happened a concerning amount of times after that. It was like your knuckles reset every two minutes. (they didn't, but it sure as hell felt like it did) Each crack had Clark glancing over to make sure nothing broke.

He was finally able to mention it when you came over to hand him a piece of your writing. Your article happened to be an important piece for his article, which happens more often than you'd think among journalism. You placed a manilla folder on his desk before speaking,

"I figured you'd be able to use this in your piece."

Clark turned from his computer and looked up at you through his glasses somehow maintaining his golden retriever resting face, a kind and inviting look. One that you wouldn't fall for. 'He's too innocent, it's definitely calculated,' you'd think.

You idly cracked your knuckles as you awaited his response. Cracking them forward and backward, then cracking the joints just under your nails, and then you wring your hands. Each movement had your wrists and fingers cracking as you watched him examine the file.

His attention was taken from the file as he hears your cracks up and close. He looks up at you, those baby blues ever concerned, "do your joints always crack like that?" He questions softly, soft enough to make you sigh. He wasn't interrogating, but with you, any question is a personal attack on your life.

You wrinkle your nose at the question. 'Why does he care? Not like he's gonna do anything about it.' You think to yourself. "Uh, I guess they do." You answer carefully. Clark gives you a look- a mixture of concern, sympathy, and the need to do something more, swirling in those crystal blues. He wanted to help, but he knows you'd get irritated if he tried.

"Well thank you," he suddenly remembers and turns to you, "for the piece." He clarifies, gesturing to it with his huge hand, and he gives you that stupid smile- the one that makes your heart thump and decreases your sanity. You just hum in acknowledgement and turn on your heel, getting irritated already.

Maybe its the constant cracking, or the pain in your joints that occasionally comes to bite your ass that made you so irritable. Maybe it's how many times you've been stabbed in the back by someone you thought was nice. Either way, a smile is rare to come from you and trust is given to none. A lonely life that you lead with nobody in your corner but yourself.

That might be why Clark pisses you off so much. He's just so kind, and he's so kind it comes to a fault. It makes you feel a little more shitty because you know you're not that kind anymore- maybe he does genuinely want to help, it's not like you could find a reason for him to betray you. Either way, you prefer not to take that chance so it doesn't really matter to you if he is a rarity in humanity or not.

Maybe that's why Superman also rubs you the wrong way, as much as you respect him for his efforts, he has that same way of irritating you as Clark does.

They're kind-of similar, now that you think about it...

You stop yourself there, you can't waste time thinking about things you don't care about. You sit down at your desk and huff before checking the time and getting back to work. You're going to have the worst wrist pain later, the thought alone makes you close your eyes for a moment.

Stupid, stupid Clark Kent. You've decided he's trouble. Small town farm-boy trouble is what he is. He's annoying and he's going to hurt you when you let your guard down.

You choose to ignore those thoughts for sake of focusing on your work. Secondly, because you feel bad thinking about him like this, he hasn't really done anything to you that would warrant these thoughts.

Clark sees past your uncongenial nature, you don't hate him, you're just guarded. A little too guarded, but Clark is patient if not kind. He knows that deep down you like it when he's kind. Your heartbeat gives it away. Not that you know he knows, as far as you know, you're being slick with your little reactions.

You just need time, and time is what Clark can give you.

i was gonne make this a oneshot then decided the start was too shitty so now it needs multiple parts to become good writing

idk i hope this suffices i just wanted to post something- anything, perchance be nice with criticism <3

1. Cod characters and if you think they'd have a stuffed animal. Or opinions if their significant other uses one.

2. Cod characters and what their civilian clothes would be like.

3. Cod characters reacting to reader who has a bag just COVERED in charms and random stuff. I'm talking like random locks (totally don't have a random lock that I do not have the key to on my bag), charms, bracelets, and more.

4. How would the Cod characters take their tea? Or coffee if they prefer.

5. Cod character coming home after a mission and needing some comfort. Just some nice fluff. Maybe reader did not know they were heading home and was asleep. Going through the motions of loving on your man - even when exhausted.

6. Cod character star gazing with reader when reader can't sleep. Maybe sharing a cigarette, a cup of tea, or just sweet silence.

You've only written for Ghost (at least for Cod), so that is why I left it to your discretion. Personally, I would love if Gaz would be written for (especially on 5 or 6). The others are more head cannon requests. Either way, please do as you wish! You're great ( ≧∀≦)ノ

AGGHH

all of these are so cute!! i have a clark kent fic in progress so as soon as i finish that i'll get to these!!

these are such good ideas 😁😁 ty!!! 💗

and as for writing for gaz, i would LOVE to!! (i'm meaning to get around for all of the characters in my master list)

i've only written for ghost so far because this blog is very new BUT I LOVE ALL OF MY FOUR BIG GUYS

probably gaz on snipe duty in a field of flowers: you can ask the flowers, i sit for hours

soap on comms, highly off key: 'telling all the bluebirds, the pill and coo birds

price, grabbing a cigar and grumbling about these 'damn muppets'

this one was inspired by the ghost imagine i just wrote.. please like and subscribe, maybe tap the bell for notifications or leave a comment <3

Jason Todd x Reader

CW: none!

similarly to simon riley i also think jason is the type to follow his love around. maybe it comes from a deep rooted need to keep you safe after so much in his life has gone wrong, maybe he just likes to look at you. (both, definitely both, you have a nice ass and a pretty face)

he knows you can handle yourself, he doesn't think you're incapable, but jason is the type to make sure it's done right by doing it himself, and he does not fool around when it comes to you.

you could be anywhere in the house, jason will follow you. gotta pee? two's a party. gotta poop? who cares about the smell, jason's got air freshener that the two of you can suffocate in, together. <3

i am kidding but i do not think he's above it.

he just mindlessly follows you when you walk around the house, and whenever you ask why, he always says smirks and says something along the lines of 'precious cargo.'

you don't really ask anymore, he's made it clear that's his answer every time you ask.

privacy is not really an option unless he's patrolling as Red Hood, he kinda can't be in two places at once. (do not give him ideas he will make tim figure something out) even then, he's making sure you're okay and he circles back to the area of your apartment once or thrice.

he is pretty much a lost puppy that follows anyone (you) on the streets (everywhere). it's not codependent, he just can't function without you.

honestly though? he's got nothing better to do when he's not fighting crime, cleaning his weapons, or doing any jason stuff, so he just follows you instead,

you're so interesting, he likes to watch your micro-expressions as you go about your daily life, and also he likes to periodically smack your ass. when you glare at him he'll just give you a boyish grin and ruffle your hair like you're five.

maybe to jason, home is just wherever you are and he likes to be at home.

this is kinda corny im sorry

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this post was inspired by that one blurb of ghost following reader around everywhere.. i can't remember the blog it was posted on. this is kinda self-indulgent. if i misspelled anything please, help a gal out. <3

Simon Riley x Reader

CW: reader is in an established relationship, reader is gn, mention of s*x toys but nothing is done

you're sitting next to simon on your couch in your shared home, the TV on, a footie match simon was tuning into while his arm draped around your shoulder, holding you between his arm and his chest. days like these where you don't really have to do anything but bask in each other's prescence. it's leisure, domestic, and these days are simon's favorite days.

alas, the world decides to bother, you feel your phone buzz and it vibrates the couch cushions, making your booty tingle and grabbing your attention. simon looks at you, then your phone before turning back to the TV. picking up your phone you answer it with a cringy, "hello?"

after a few seconds of sitting there and talking you get up. the action is mindless and simon stares at you for a moment, already missing your warmth. as you pace around the living room, the TV was long forgotten and simon is watching you now. he hasn't made a move to get up yet, just watching you.

it's cute, the way you have to get up and walk around, your stride changes a little when you're on the phone and walking. your head down and your steps slower. you go around, messing with all sorts of things that your haven't touched in forever.

the picture of you and simon that sits on a decorative shelf. you stare at it for a moment as you speak, reminiscing the moment you took that picture with him. you had begged him and he only pretended to be annoyed, but still went through with it because he just can't tell his little luvie 'no.'

then, you put it down and you walk out of the room. that's when simon gets up and decides to follow you. you're not even sure it's a concious decision anymore, this is a regular occurence between you and him.

simon follows you as you tour your house, looking at things as if you've seen them for the first time, all while talking on the phone. It wasn't until leaving the bathroom that you bumped into him, it was a tighter space in the bathroom, your behemoth of a husband taking up half of the room easily. how does he function being that big, you'll never know.

as you collide with his chest you squeak and look up at him for a moment before giving a him a smile and walking past him with a shoulder pat as a token of departure. simon only trails after you, watching as you walk into your shared room.

he watches as you open drawers, close them, and walk around. then you opened your.. "sexy time" drawer and Simon watched you with an unreadable look on his face. something mixed in those beautiful choccy browns that you could never name.

of course, you were none the wiser, looking at all your "toys" before closing the drawer and messing with the things on your night stand. odd little thing, simon thinks you are, but he likes odd things.

you randomly decide to leave and go to the kitchen, simon in tow as always. It's like that phone call hit the productive switch in you because now your starting to prep dinner. simon just wordlessly helps you as you pull out pots and pans and the ingredients you need for dinner.

eventually your phone call ends and now you're just prepping dinner. you look up at simon with a raised brow, "why were you following me?" you ask, amused as your husband looks down at you with a blank expression.

"gotta keep my birdie safe."

"simon, we're at home."

"boogie man's home too."

sorry it was kinda shitty, idk how to write

CALL OF DUTY MASTERLIST

DC MASTERLIST

Alfred Pennyworth (Platonic)

sorry! it's empty!

Bruce Wayne

sorry! it's empty!

Dick Grayson

sorry! it's empty!

Jason Todd

Jason follows you around

Tim Drake

sorry! it's empty!

Stephanie Brown

sorry! it's empty!

Cassandra Cain

sorry! it's empty!

Damian Wayne

sorry! it's empty!

Duke Thomas

sorry! it's empty!

Clark Kent (Superman 2025)

The Crack in My Shell is Clark Kent: (pt. 1) (pt.2)

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John Price

sorry! it's empty!

Simon Riley

simon follows you around the house

Kyle Garrick

sorry! it's empty

John MacTavish

sorry! it's empty!

TF141 (poly or separate)

cod characters and stuffed animals (sep)

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