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PSA for all CoD writers

There’s an account that has been copying CoD fanfiction and translating it to re-post on Wattpad without permission. I’ve found some of my own works on there after being told about this. 

I did not give permission for anyone to do this. 

Just thought I’d let people know in case this is happening to others – the account is ‘nivesky’ on both this platform and Wattpad if you want to check it out.

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I’m foaming at the mouth thinking about laying könig on his back. Ghost is fucking him and reader is riding him at the same time. He deserves to be spoiled <3

Ghost, König and You

Wordcount: 1,589

Warnings: 18+, Submissive König, Dominant Ghost, Dominant Reader, Stomach Bulging, Big Dick Ghost and König, Anal Penetration, No Pronouns used for Reader except for ‘You’, Dick Riding, Teasing, Unprotected Sex, etc.

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König's mouth hung open, his crown threatening to hit the headboard with every harsh thrust of Ghost's hips. He whined and gasped as he clawed at the bed sheets beneath him, trying something – anything – to ground himself. The sheets were coated in his sweat and liquids, perspiration beading on his forehead, mouth agape and drooling.

His bottom half was coated in his pre that had leaked down his shaft. With each slam of your hips against his, thin strands of love would connect the two of you, a wet, slapping sound filling the room, drowning out even a single cohesive thought in König’s head.

His weeping cock twitched inside you, bulging in your stomach as Ghost's did in his, throbbing, pulsing, pleading for release. His walls just barely allowed Ghost in, stretched out over his thick cock, a delectable burn sure to remain days after this ordeal. The knot in König’s stomach had only grown in these hours of torture, near ripping itself apart with its own size as Ghost's dick did to him, carving a bump inside him.

You hummed, head thrown back against Simon’s shoulder as he rutted behind you, shunting you with every savage thrust of his hips, making your hips rock against König’s. "Such a good boy for us, Köni," you told him, your eyes squeezed shut and hands gripping his chest, feeling his quivering, pounding heart beneath your fingers.

König could only moan, the ability to form full sentences having abandoned him long ago. Verging on tears, he couldn't take the forceful slamming of your hips, his walls tightening with each plough from Ghost. Simon’s grip on his thick thighs, flesh peaking between the valleys of his fingers, did little to ground König.

"I c-cant–" his voice was thin, high, laced with the need to sob. Ghost shushed him.

"Shhh, it's okay, Baby," came Simon's baritone. He grunted, ceasing for no longer than a second as he withdrew an inch or two, taking another angle and ramming back into König. König near-shrieked, his yelp tailing off into a moan as you leant down and pressed your lips to his, swallowing his doubts, his cries.

“S’okay, sweet boy,” you whispered. Your lips trailed from his down to his jaw, nestling in a soft spot between the bone and his neck. You lapped at the sweat that collected there. König shivered.

Simon’s hands slithered up from König’s thighs to your waist. His hands wrapped around your middle, and you both groaned. He could feel König’s cock pulsing in your stomach, a bump forming where you’d trapped him. He pressed down, making you whine and König drawl, moan, his back arching into you. Simon didn’t let up, a sly smile crossing his face.

One hand took yours and placed it upon König’s stomach, slick with sweat and something sticky. There, you felt Ghost piercing him, filling him past full. König whined, cowered, as your fingers crept along his middle. Looking back at Ghost, he nodded, and with a force you pressed down on König; not enough to crush the man impaling him, but enough that a strangled groan emerged from him, and a whimper from König.

Simon leaned in, rested his head upon your shoulder. “Takin’ him so well, Angel,” and he squeezed your waist, and, loud and sharp, you cried out, clenching even tighter. König, unable to handle the torment – the torture – yelled, his voice urgent and desperate as the plea that it was.

“Please, I can’t take anymore!” he cried. He tried thrusting up, but you pressed down on his stomach, making him yelp and become docile once more. “Please,” his voice was a whisper. Between slitted, tearful eyes, he looked up at you. “Please, mein Schatz – please let me finish,”

You looked down at König, the mountain you’d reduced to an anthill, and cast a glance at Ghost. His thrusts slowed, and, his chest heaving, he gave you silent confirmation – a look in his eye, a nod – to give König what he wanted.

Your attention returned to the whining, whimpering mess of a man caged beneath your legs. He was shuddering, body exhausted yet racked with enough euphoria to easily incapacitate two people. You slid your hands from his stomach to his chest, and raising your hips, glinted König a devious smile.

“You ready, Sweetie?” you said, a mocking tint to your voice. König no doubt noticed it, and whether out of fear or simply the need to cum, he didn’t acknowledge it. He only nodded, a string of rushed, needing ‘yes’s pooling from his lips as drool did whenever Ghost was pounding him face-down, ass-up into the pillows.

“You sure?” you teased. A look of sheer sorrow crossed König’s face as you denied him of his release. He tried reaching up to you again, almost knocking you off-balance as his hips shunted yours. When you regained your position, you scowled, took his face in your hand and squeezed. You felt him twitch inside you.

“Not until I say so.” Your voice was thunder, absolute, the lightning crack of a whip illuminating the simmering anger beneath the surface. Purely theatrical, of course; you found König’s display to be rather endearing.

Now, writhing and desperately trying not to, König nodded as incessantly as his energy would allow. You hummed, retracting and resuming your lion-esque position, hands on his chest, hips raised. Ready to strike.

Ghost hissed as he watched König’s cock become partially unsheathed, reaching a hand between the two of you to feel his soaking shaft, and the strands that tried desperately to keep you and König connected. His fingers trailed back to your hole, stretched wide over König and no doubt positively red and aching. A hum rumbled through his chest.

“I wonder what yours’ll look like when I fuck that tight arse of yours, Köni,” he said, withdrawing, nonchalant yet feral. König moaned, and, seizing the opportunity, you descended upon him.

Your rhythm was brutal, unflinching and positively cruel. König threw his head back into the pillows, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he took you and Ghost.

“Doing so well for us, Sweet Boy,” you cooed, resisting the urge to roll your head back as König hit just the right angle inside you. The behemoth only gave moans and gasps as a response, too fucked-out of his own mind to convey anything else.

Ghost gave his own input – encouragement – as he destroyed König. He reached a hand between you again, and, gently, took König’s balls into his palm, giving them a light squeeze. König writhed under Ghost’s touch, giving a tortured moan and rutting against you. 

“God, such a sensitive little thing you are,” came Ghost, his fingers pulsing around König’s sack. “So raw after being fucked all night.”

König whined and you stifled a moan as Ghost’s words went straight between your legs and made the electricity building there spike, jolt. Then came Simon with a proposition. A command.

"You gonna cum inside (Y/N)?" His voice was as authoritative as his statement was demanding. And the thought made your insides clench, fixing König inside you. He groaned, a strangled, mangled moan entwined with it, his back arching into you. You smiled, dragging your hand up to trace the outline of his cock in your stomach again, pressing your palm flat against it. König all but squealed – shrieked.

"You can do it, Köni," you told him, voice soft and filled with love. "I know you can."

"I can–" König breathed heavily, exasperatedly, questioning rather than certain. Asking for permission. You rocked your hips against him, making his eyes clamp tighter. 

"Come on,” you challenged. “Do it." You brought your lips to his ear and kissed the shell. "Cum inside me."

König couldn't take it anymore. With a final, laboured yell, his back arched, his hulking figure shivering and burning after the long night. His load was thick and heavy, filling you to the brim and then some. You moaned, giving yourself just a few more strokes on his cock until you were in a similar condition to him, emptying yourself onto him, globules of an unidentified mixture beading past your walls and racing down König’s shaft. He clenched his fists, knuckles turning white, his eyes squeezing shut.

Ghost’s hips stuttered behind you, and the accumulating force with which he destroyed König waned, once, for a beat, before he let out a strangled moan. His chest pressed to your back, skin sticking to skin, as he forced König to take every inch of him, submerging himself inside his hole to the hilt. You could almost feel the force with which his load erupted from him, pumping inside König and making him cower, cry out.

Both men panted heavily as their orgasms tore through them. In a cruel twist of fate, you took the liberty of pressing one hand to your stomach and one to König’s, smile twitching as you pushed down, making both behemoths fit in some way; Ghost more volatile than König as he grabbed your wrists and pinned them behind your back. Military. Tactical.

“You’ll pay for that, Sunshine,” he breathed, promised. His voice sent shivers down your spine, and you clenched around König, in turn making him clamp down on Simon, eliciting a weak moan from the mass of death who trembled between your legs, and another from the reaper at your back. Yet that did nothing to stop König from offering a sly smile, one which agreed wholeheartedly with Ghost and his claim.

Uh-oh.

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💚✈︎ 𝕯𝕬𝕯𝕯𝖄 ✈︎💚

Johnny'Soap'Mactavish XFReader ~☆

(MINORS DNI)[🔞]

☆ Swearing, Praise, body praise, Sub Fem, Daddy kink, teasing into submission, eating out, hair pulling (F+M), (P in V) begging, denied climax(fem), overstimulation, neck kissing, makeout, choking, thigh ride. ~°

★ summary:.. Having a makeout session with Soap quickly gets a bit more spicy, while he teased you, without realising you mutter something he took an odd liking to💚..

✩ A/N: Kinda had fun with this 🤭

(Word count: 1473)

Soap hums his lush lips kissed ever so lightly around your neck, his hands roamed your frame making sure to take in every curve and dip "God, ye'v got a beautiful body" his words were breathy and low as he sucked bruises on your neck sure to be seen be all "Soap.." you smile hearing him chuckle " ye'know I can't take that name seriously when we're like this".

He presses his forehead against yours, cupping both your hands in his as you stare at eachother for awhile just taking in eachother presents before you pull him in, The kiss started out tender and tranquil before Soap shoves you against the wall, his hand moving quickly making sure you didn't hit your head. You push against him fighting to not completely submit to him.

Johnny chuckles "Ye'r going down fighting today huh?" You slide your hands down to his waist pulling him in luaghing "I'm not going down today McTavish." You smirk inching closer to his face till your noses were touching "We'll see about that" he tangle's his hand in your hair shifting your head to the side before hungrily kissing your plump lips.

You kiss back and nip at his lip only for Soap to pinch your ass with his other hand making you yelp giving him enough time to slide his tongue into your wet cavern, hid tongue was sultry and heavy feeling around the plush skin on the inside of your cheeks- your tongue contested for dominance over the other, you quickly lost that battle.

his hand slides up to rest at your throat, the feeling of his finger tips rubbing lightly over your neck made you shiver, you pulled back first huffing as you stared at his wide grin "it's not over yet Johnny" you hummed wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with his hair.

You rested a hand in his hair pushing him Into another messy kiss, you were so focused of winning a battle you knew you would lose you hadn't noticed how he shifted his boot in-between yours slowly opening your legs giving him the prefect opportunity to see you jump.

Soap pulls back with a straight face and you looked at him confused before you could mustard up any words Soap quickly slides his knee up into the hot space between your thighs making you inhale sharply, you here him choke out a low luaghing when you oull his head back desperately gripping his hair.

"fuck.. that wasn't necessary McTavish.." your hips buck now wanting friction " just had to see ye'r wee shocked face" you let go of his hair resting your hands behind his neck and glare at him Soaps hands slide down to your hip gripping the harshly he made sure his finger tips dug right into your mellifluous skin, you try shift up to put your weight on the wall but are swiftly pulled back down roughly making you groan.

Soap starts to stir your hips at a sluggardly pace, you whine unable to move your hips the way you wanted "Fuck.. Just look at you, already look so fuck out of it? God your so fuckin delicious and red.." he laughs and you start to notice how flushed your cheeks are "shut up." You spit back at him noticing him start to ramble on and still trying to grain control of the situation; Soap shakes his head moving you now and an impossibly slow pace "Ahg.. Johnny move faster or let gooo.." you whine and lean your head back "dun'know.. Don't think you deserve it " his voice was cocky but still so sweet every word he'd utter stuck like sugary super glue in the back of your throat.

You grip his wrists dipping your nails in making sure they'd leave marks "Your a bastard" you huff annoyed while Soap leans forward kissing your neck.

You whine as He bit down on your collarbone and gently licked the mark "Johnny...~" your face burnt red and you felt your eyes water a little " Yeaa?" He mocked licking a smooth wet strip up your neck " Mhhh.." you wiggle your hips as much as you could " you'll hav'to ask very nicely for that" you groan knowing what he wanted you to do, you groan " Johnny.." as he sucks a nice purple mark onto you neck humming.

"..Please.." you whimper finally cracking" come on you can do better then that" he purred "fuck sake.." you hesitate before feeling Soap move your hips a little more "shit.. please Johnny I need to move I'll do anything please, please fuck please Daddy!.." you close your eyes your head falling down into his chest when you realise Soap had gone silent and wasn't moving a muscle.

" I fuckin gave you want you want asshole!" You look up at him now seeing his stunned face "what...?" You furrow your eyebrows wondering what was wrong watching him start to slowly smile, he just stared at you laughing a little. Then it hit you *shit..* your face burnt red as you stare back at him eyes wide.

"didn't think you were Into that?" He laughed and Before you could reply he grinds you down into this thigh harshly making shut your eyes as you whine and move your hips with him.

"shit... I'm sorry.." you huff holding back moans for no reason really "Please, let m-...Daddy hear you?" You moan just from him calling himself 'Daddy' you felt like you were on cloud nine right now, "God.. Joh-" Soap stops you "Ah-Ah that's not what I want you to call me" you didn't think he'd like this that much "Daddy..I'm gonna cum.." he shakes his head "Now that just won't do we just started"

You didn't even realise he has moved you till your face was against the cold wall, Soap took your pants with him as he knelt down, his hands held your thighs squeezing them as he licked his tongue along your folds tasting the bitter sweet fluids, "Holy shit you wet" he mumbled against you sending vibrations up your spine.

You whine as he slides his tongue past your bloated lips and teased your cunt, "Oh fuck.." you press your forehead against the wall as Soap ate you up like you were his last meal.

Your stomach curls as you feel the over whelming feeling you almost reaching your climax again only you were more desperate now as you were denied you last one "Daddy please let me cum.." you whine as one of Soap's fingers starts to rub your clit slowly not nearly giving you enough pleasure.

Soap just huffed something you didn't catch as his mouth was stuck around your aching pussy, you moan 'Please' over and over again as you feel your climax about to hit when it all stopped and you try to rub your thighs together but Soap stopped you "No.. Please I need to cum" you whine clenching around nothing.

" I know but your so beautiful like this I just love how your body reacts to me, and how fuckin hard you make me" your head was empty all the words he said went in one ear and out the other your were in your own world, but of course we're quickly brought out of it as you practically scream feeling Soap slide in with one rough push "Fuck!" You moan through clenched teeth, not even getting time to adjust to him as he starts a rough and fast pace.

You could barely form full words half the stuff that came out your mouth was gibberish that couldn't be understood and oh how Soap loved it, knowing how he made you feel and how your body took him he loved every second of it probably just as much as you did.

"Please.. fucking please.." you whine your eyes tearing up for the over whelming amount of pleasure you were feeling as you moaned 'stop I can't' and 'more I need it', your legs shake as Soap speeded up the sound of his hips hitting off your ass echos through your head.

"Please Daddy I need to cum please please please!" You choked on your moans the tears streaming down your cheeks as your climax hit you like a truck "Oh shit! Shit shit shit" you hold your breath as Soap showed no signs of slowing down, you feel you legs give out luckily Soap was holding you up.

You were sobbing at this point, you were over stimulated and sore "P..lease... I can't" your cry " it's ok.. you can take it just I little more ok? Just a little more.." Soap moaned, that's something you loved about this was he wasn't afraid to moan and he knew you liked listening to him moan.

You clenched around him hearing him whimper as his speed got sloppy and he moaned with one last hard thrust and filled you up.

"shit" you both swear, "you did great Baby" he rubs your hips gently but you couldn't reply "I love you.. always.." he Huffs into your neck.

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