#kechiwrites

[kechiwrites]

totally platonic

johnny "soap" mactavish x best friend!reader kinktober countdown, day three (recording)

synopsis: soap helps you give your ex something real to worry about. 🎥

wc: 1.6k

cw: recording / making a sex tape, revenge, allusions to potential cheating (emotional?), fem + afab!reader, anal play, fingering, creampies, unprotected sex, spitting, mentions of cunnilingus

author's note: my first forray into soap, for the anon who asked for soap helping reader get revenge...like a million years ago.

“No, no, into the camera, I don’t want the poor fuck to miss your face when you come. Fucker’s probably never seen it. Not for real anyway.” Soap squeezes at the back of your neck, just firm enough to get you to lift your face out of your pillows. Enough to get you to stare into your phone’s camera. Your eyes make a fevered, strained connection with the tiny lens and a thrill runs through you, up your spine and out of your mouth in the form of Soap’s name. 

“Yes.” He hisses digging his fingertips into the flesh at your hips, tugging you back onto his length. 

Were you your ex, in about an hour or so, you’d get a video attachment with the sparkling heart emoji you loved to use in place of a caption. Were you your ex, you’d open the video, rolling your eyes and anticipating six minutes of you crying and whimpering apologies. Instead, you’d get an eyeful of your glassy expression, your clammy face, your open mouth, mumbling incoherently while Soap’s hips smacked hard against your back side.

You’d have seen the opening moments of the video you're currently shooting where Soap had zoomed in on the puffy lips of your cunt, documenting the way his dick slid over your labia over and over until you moaned deep in your throat off screen. You would’ve heard your own empty headed pleading with Johnny to “stop teasing already” before he sunk into you proper, pushing into your pussy, letting the camera catch him stretching you open, making you take every inch while you drooled obscenities. 

Thankfully though, you aren’t your ex, so you get to experience every second of Soap painstakingly taking you apart live and in-fucking-colour. 

It hadn’t been intentional. Soap is your friend, your best friend. Either of you would proudly take a bullet for the other. You’ve spent years in each other’s company, raiding each other’s fridges, crying on each other’s shoulders, laughing at one another’s dumbass jokes. You fit together like puzzle pieces. 

Totally. Platonic. Puzzle Pieces.

What makes the whole “having sex with your best friend and recording it” thing worse (or better, if you asked Johnny), is that your ex had always doubted the innocence of yours and MacTavish’s relationship, always muttering bitterly in the presence of your friendship. He’d argued over and over that Soap was “into you” and you just “didn’t want to see it”. And maybe you hadn’t. Maybe it made things easier to not address the casual intimacy of your actions, the long hugs, the near mouth kisses, the cuddling. You didn’t even want to consider the much too frequent occasions where you’d catch him staring at your mouth, or when you’d catch yourself leering at his arms, or the sex dreams. The goddamn sex dreams. Night after accursed night of Dream You and Dream Soap going at it like animals. Fucking like it’s what you were born to do.

Fucking the way you are right now.

He clasps a hand around your nape again, squeezing before he runs his palm down your sweat slick back. Soap presses deft fingers against your sides, gripping hard and punching forward again, rocking your entire body towards the camera. He’s going painfully slow, and the heavy glide of his cock inside you is mind-numbing. There’s no way the face you’re making to the camera lens is attractive, but later, when you're cuddled against him in your bed, rewatching the video, Soap will insist it’s perfect. 

Right now though, who gives a fuck what you look like, when you can feel Johnny rearranging your insides with his dick. 

He groans, spreading your ass to get a better look at his cock disappearing into you. “Fuck me.” He draws it out, voice drunk and deep with pleasure. You look over your shoulder at him, whispering something so low it doesn’t get picked up on camera.

And Soap couldn’t have that, could he?

“Tell him.” Your hips stutter, slowing the rhythm the two of you have built, your mind is already clouded with lust, thoughts obscured by the sensation of Johnny fucking you like he hates you.

Or loves you.

You really could not give less of shit about the difference tonight,

“Tell him, sweet.” He jerks his chin at your phone, propped up against a pillow and recording every second of your debasement in the highest definition the three year old device can manage.

Shivers wrack your body but you concede, facing the camera. “I asked him to spit on me.”

“Where did you ask for it? Don’t be shy.” He goads, picking up your slack, jolting you back and forth with deep thrusts, bottoming out then withdrawing until only the flushed scarlet tip of his cock is inside you, only for him to fuck back into you, grinding against your abused walls.

“My ass.” You moan, teeth bared as you try to breathe through your impending orgasm. “I asked him to spit on my ass.” You pant the answer, ”Cause you never wanted to.”

Soap’s laugh is boisterous, vindictive and loud, and he obliges you, finally, spitting at the furl of your asshole. The sensation makes you shiver, and you clench down on him, nearly wailing when your best friend’s thumb begins rubbing insistently at the rim of your hole, spreading his spit with purpose.

“Think I can get my thumb in there?” He huffs, and bends over, his chest blanketing your back so his face is in the camera too. Soap drags the very tip of her tongue over the shell of your ear, biting down softly on your earlobe, sucking at the skin beneath it before he addresses the lens this time, “Whaddya say, Leo? Think I can get my thumb in ‘er?” He rubs his forehead against the nape of your neck before levering back up, out of frame. “I think I can.” He murmurs happily, pressing the pad of the digit against your hole, quietly urging you to push against him, to breathe easy, until you part around the finger. Your whole body just melts as you get used to it, being full. Johnny begins moving again, stroking you deep then grinding inside you, rubbing his hands over your sides, squeezing, groping, touching like he can’t believe you’re here. Like he can’t believe he gets to have you like this.

He wiggles his thumb, pulling it to the side so he can stare at how he’s filled you completely. You can practically hear him ruminating on how he was going to convince you to let him fuck you there, stretch your ass open and spill his seed where no one had before. Lay an irrefutable claim.

Or maybe that was just you.

Honestly, it really didn’t matter because the pace at which Soap is pistoning into you, making your cunt weep, made every little thought that managed to grow in your mind die almost instantaneously.

"Mm...Johnny, I'm close" you grab at the hand he has anchored to your waist. The hair on his thighs rubs against you, the friction and the feel of his balls slapping against your clit speeding you towards an orgasm for the fucking record books. And contrary to Soap's posturing, you didn't fake orgasms, who the fuck had time for that? However, the ones Leo occasionally gave you were nothing like what you felt coming. You struggled not to bite your tongue clean off as ecstasy shot through you, your breath stalling in your lungs. You flee forward when Soap presses his thumb into your ass as far as it could go, pulling his unoccupied hand out of yours so he could rub tight circles over the hood of your clit. It's too much, gratification and sensation and reckless fucking pleasure.

Look at you, running from dick. Who'da thunk it?

"Oh that's not happening." Johnny rasps, breaking his own rhythm once, then twice, abandoning your clit to pull you back onto him. "Take it. Let him see how you take it." Another, smaller, climax tears through your last bit of restraint, all caught on digital film, and you drop your head and scream, muffled by pillows while Soap gives in and comes inside you, throwing his head back, groaning at your ceiling, or God, maybe.

Either's as likely.

When he pulls out, there's a fleeting moment of silence interrupted only by the sound of synchronized heavy breathing. 

Soap bends forward again, this time grabbing your shoulders and pulling you up and against his chest, knocking your legs apart with his hand so the camera can focus on his cum leaking out of you, dripping thick and slow for the benefit of your future audience. He turns your face by your chin, pressing his mouth to yours, further flooding your senses. When his tongue traces over yours, you can literally feel you and Johnny pass the point of no return. 

“Turn it off.” Soap nods to the phone again, and you have to shake your head twice and kiss him three times before you feel cognizant enough to understand what he’s asking. You can’t stop yourself from smiling facetiously into the tiny lens before you end the recording. 

“Give it here.” 

You pass him the phone, staring at the lock screen, a half decade old photo of you and Soap in a matching halloween costume, Johnny dressed like an angel and you his complicit devil, your arms wrapped around each other. 

Leo had hated it.

“Aaaaand send.” Soap sing-songs, tapping at the screen of your phone a few times before he chucks the device to the floor, ignoring your indignant yelp of protest. “How long do you think we have before he opens it?” 

“Long enough for you to eat me out?” You flop back on your bed, propped up on your bent elbows. 

“Then we’d best get started.”

Soap barely gets the chance to touch his tongue to your clit when your phone starts to buzz furiously.

god i hope this anon sees this, i started working on it the day they requested it but totally forgot it was FOR someone and got stuck in my perfectionist k-hole.

support city girls with spit kinks, reblog what you like.

find the rest of the masterlist here.

[teddiesworldd]

here are some wonderfully talented call of duty creators you should check out in my absence! i'll probably continually add to this list so feel free to keep checking for updates

˚✧. writers ˚✧.

@dante-mightdie, @simonzmama, @tacticalprincess, @lovelyghst, @cntloup, @bi-writes, @rowarn, @konigsblog, @stargirlrchive, @miserycanary, @shotmrmiller, @simonrillleyyysss, @ghouljams, @vanillaberrychills, @closets-closet, @thexsilentxwordsmith, @obsessedduh, @euno11a, @victoryverse, @kechiwrites, @callsign-datura, @mrsariariley, @circlebuttons, @qtboni, @violetsareblue24, @warenai, @jackactuallywrites, @merakidoll, @chocolate-pies, @hischokehold, @scribbledghost, @pearlofthesirens, @feralforfrank, @suguann, @notjoelmiller, @boowritess, @nova-amor, @gaysindistress, @deadbranch, @xoxunhinged, @whateveriwant, @lovifie, @mactavishsgfandwife, @writingsonsaturn, @sinkovia, @iliektehhaxs, @glossysoap, @carmischa, @crashtestbunny, @fivechapters, @ellaa-writes, @cordeliawhohung, @i-am-hungry-24-7, @eskeptical, @captainfern, @incorrectcodquotes, @sunsetsimon, @landojpg04, @numberonecodwomenfan, @dashofghost, @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries, @midnightarcheress, @ultravioletrayz, @suimon, @dammn-dean, @iite-cool, @simon-sehs, @indecisivekitty

˚✧. artists ˚✧.

@wombywoo, @ave661, @lettaniko, @elysianvrt, @spiltspit, @valiants, @yooo-lets-go, @bluegiragi, @mindie-arts, @ramvur, @antomatkoen, @cobaltbeam, @al4thea, @tobascoart, @milomossy, @rusticfurnace, @lolsivol, @shkretart, @orbuz228, @lights-on-the-ridge, @lyralein, @eldritchdilf, @eracrow, @tapemouth, @helcef, @gurlidk-slay1, @oceantornadoo, @temeyes, @nachtart, @fludderpy, @eyesofsix, @skvaderpie, @hopefulonion, @stinglesswasp, @mibgl, @gold0kapi, @lilacakey, @mewmosh, @mibgl, @g8se

[diejager]

Question. Any recommendations of creators that write angst of cod characters x y/n? Looking to have my heart strings ripped out. Like the cod characters regretting having hurt y/n emotionally? you know? Please and thank you.

Oh boy, I like angst as much as the next person, but when I really think about it, nothign comes up…

Dogfights because I’m not Human Enough by MilkTeaMagic on AO3 (Ghoap x reader)

A House in Manchester by babycarrotsorbet on AO3 (Ghost x reader)

Pretty by itsalwaysdarkhere on AO3/@ghostofthemost141 (Zombie!Ghost x reader)

Chink In The Armour by @groguspicklejar (Ghoap x reader)

Heart Infection (Hiatus) by Polymerclay_Heart

Baby Blue by kechiwrites on AO3 (Ghost x reader)

Quiet When I’m Coming Home by ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff on AO3 (Ghost x reader)

Ascensionism by alaendril on AO3 (Ghost x reader)

I’m Yours But You’re Not Mine by Cosmogi (Ghoap x reader)

Der König Und Henker by Ilovetrashiefanfiction on AO3 (König x reader)

Alone Again by Did_Ask_Do_Care on AO3 (Ghost x reader)

Hold Me Like A Knife by cheyis on AO3 (Ghost x reader)

Bittersweet memories and One last mission by CODFanFicedits on AO3 (Ghost x reader)

Spectrum reader by @charliemwrites

Dark Nights Bring Brighter Days by annarobszombies on AO3 (Tf141 + König x reader)

Dead Disco by @peachesofteal (Ghoap x reader)

Cheater!Soap by @gogh-with-the-flow

Mann Gege Mann by @yawnderu (Nikto x reader)

The last one that comes to mind is uh.. I forgot who wrote it but it’s about the reader being wrongfully accused for being a traitor and tortured. I read it a few days ago, but I can’t remember or find it TvT

I hope this helps! AO3’s filter is really nice to find Angst or Hurt/no comfort.

[undercover-smutlover]

König…👕

main masterlist📌

*·˚Don’t forget to reblog, follow, like, and comment on the authors’ or artists’ pages. Show them some love!

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Works by @lethalchiralium

So This Is Love: König needs to keep you calm

Middle of the Summer: You need sleep but König is terrified

Delicate + Ghost: You were glad you had them both, satisfying your needs

Flowers by @miniwheat77: König is placing tiiny white and purple flowers in your hair

Ghost in the Austrian Asylum by @prazinos: The two of you want him as well

Dilf König Pt 1 & Dilf König Pt 2 by @sweetiecutie: It started with fleeting glances in your general direction

Pervert König by @yawnderu: ''Mein engel...'' He starts, voice strained

Cock-warming w/ König by @stargirlrchive: So connected and the tension in your body eased away

Dirty Little Secret by @rileysverse: It feels so wrong yet so right when you were with him

Size Kink by @iikyutee: he sat up and began to unbuckle his belt, taking his sweet time to tease you

The Invisible String Theory by @halcyone-of-the-sea: There’s something that keeps you here, on this base

Gentle Touch by @kechiwrites: By the time you get to his lower back, König is almost purring

Background Check by @credince--writes: You glanced at him, and saw him staring out the window, deep into the dark forest.

Experimental by @uhohdad: Your heart quickens and you can’t help but take in his build, even from across the long lab table.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

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@divinedabi —꒰ my divine ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @diorsbrando —꒰ sosa꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @maydayaisha —꒰ aisha ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @kazushawty —꒰ karma ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @lowkeysumgyall —꒰ nina ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @yourrfavzxri —꒰ zari ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @indigoballad —꒰ indigo ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @etherealxmaya —꒰ maya ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @miguelism —꒰ stella ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @todorosie —꒰ evelyn ꒱

@vilsoo —꒰ vera ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @hoshigray —꒰ hoshi ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @shunsuist —꒰ deja ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @blkshoyo —꒰ myaa ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @jupipedia —꒰ jupiter ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @chiquititaosita —꒰ leila ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @cybercandy1 —꒰ mirah ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @kingkonoha —꒰ tay ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @meikudan —꒰ mei ꒱:ᥫ᭡: @tiazvni —꒰ tia ꒱

@indiecursor —꒰ indie ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @shamelesshoefairy —꒰ bubbles ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @syomi —꒰ syomi ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @toji-bunny-girl —꒰ angel ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @saintbvnnii —꒰ bunn ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @aasouthteranoswife —꒰ rain ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @satorubi —꒰ saturn ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @hllokttyairhead —꒰ jojo ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @dilftaroooo —꒰ taro ꒱

@sirenspider —꒰ siren ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @kechiwrites —꒰ kechi ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @wakatshi —꒰ daria ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @eiflawriting —꒰ eifla ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @gojou-violin —꒰ rhys ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @kunizk —꒰ zen ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @bunnyyamor —꒰ angel ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @playgrl0 —꒰ p ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @ilygetou —꒰ evelyn ꒱ :ᥫ᭡: @cyancherub —꒰ cas ꒱

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[nekoannie-chan]

Masterlist of reblogged authors during 2023 I-L

This is the list of the writers that I reblogged during this year 2023 in alphabetical order. Unfortunately, some blogs no longer exist, so they were not included.

@idontknowwhatimdoinglol

@ijustwant2write   

@ilikechocolatemilkh

@iloveinej

@imaginedreamwrite

@imamotherfuckingstar-lord

@imanuglywombat

@imtryingbuck

@imyourbratzdoll

@incorrect-cloakanddagger-quotes

@incorrectmarvelquotesss

@infernal-fire

@inklore

@insomniac-astronomer

@inthewinedarksea

@intrepidacious

@iraot

@ironlady1993

@itiswormtimebaby

@itsanerdlife

@itwasthereaminuteago

@jamdoughnutmagician

@jamneuromain

@jbreenr

@jedijesi

@jen-with-a-pen

@jessybarnes

@jewels2876

@jinx-s-things

@jsrblue

@jtargaryen18

@judgementdaysunshine

@justagirlinafandomworld

@justalonelyslytherin

@just-dreaming-marvel

@justkending

@kaunis-sielu

@kechiwrites

@kidney9-9

@kinanabinks

@kindaresilient

@kirstensmee

@krirebr

@kurt-nightcrawler

@kyotosworld

@l1tw1ck

@labella420 

@ladyfallonavenger

@larrydaleydaily

@late-to-the-party-81

[l13]

newly Ghost obsessed anon here Gurl if you have any recs for more content about him please tell me so! I need him carnally, biblically, emotionally, basically in every shape of form Also since I saw you write for König too I want to offer my German services (native speaker here)

all of my recs are from ao3 but here you go, these are one of my top onesss<333 they're so so so so good i CAN'T (they're all abt ghost)

AND ALSOOO omg please tell me more 'nicknames' that könig would have for the reader 😭😭 i've used liebling in every work (i don't like maus LMAO im sorry)

[kechiwrites]

choking hazard

simon “ghost” riley x medic!reader

synopsis: you have a very special request for simon. he thinks you're insane.

wc: 1.3k

cw: afab!reader, choking, grinding, hotdogging, haphazard kink negotiation, thigh riding, playful name-calling, no use of y/n ever.

an: a quick little bite of simon and medic reader for this challenge, which i technically failed cause this is way over 100 words. happy thanksgiving

“What?” He asks, but really, it lacks the traditional inflection of a question. Instead, the single word manages to hold deep exhaustion and a healthy helping of ‘what the fuck is wrong with you’. 

Which, rude.

You stomp your foot, the moue of your lips more than a little petulant. “Oh, come on, don’t make it weird. Just...a little. Enough to pass out.” you raise your hand and pinch the air for emphasis.

“What?” Oh! The inflection was back, and he’d shifted weight onto his other foot. His cotton mask allows for you to see the top half of his face today, and you’re grateful, because the furrow in his brow exposes that while he really wants to just up and leave this conversation, he’s far too curious, or maybe perplexed? Disturbed?

“I want you to choke me out, Simon.” You grin, shrugging, “preferably with your cock in me but...” You mutter to yourself, pressing your lips together and widening your eyes in mock innocence when he glares at you in response, obviously hearing you. 

“No.” He turns away from you, pushing around the ceramic skull you placed in your office. A paperweight, whose presence had absolutely no hidden, romantic meaning whatsoever, you’d simply seen it in a home goods display off base and snatched it up. 

It had been on sale. Or something.

“I’m a doctor.” You tap your name tag insistently, “I know my limits, Si.” Now you’re just trying to rile him up, as if he’d ever lay a hand on you in anger you didn’t expressly beg for. Still, he hates when you shorten his name, used to hate it when you said it at all. 

Thankfully, things change.

“Fucking quack.” He mutters and you make a loud, dramatic, wounded noise you’d heard in a K-Drama you had watched once before flipping back to your favourite period drama you’d watched a million times over. You flatten your hand against your chest and rear back, more for your own gratification than to impress your offence upon Simon. 

“I’m serious! I’m curious and I know it won’t cause any real, lasting damage.” You approach him from behind, wrapping your arms around his middle. He flinches, not from surprise, you guess, but from sensation, before his body relaxes. You push your face between his shoulder blades, rubbing your nose against his shirt. 

“I’ll suck you off after.” You murmur, and the lieutenant snorts derisively. 

No dice.

“Then I’ll ask Soap to do it!” You release him, and circle around your desk, feigning a grab towards your cell phone.

He doesn’t rise to the bait initially, turning back to face you and crossing his inked, scarred arms. You ogle them shamelessly, eyes greedily tracing every bit of knicked skin, every prominent, tempting vein. Thing of beauty, his arms were. “Go on, then.” He shrugs and consternation makes you furrow your brow in defeat. Unfortunately, the closer the two of you become, the more bags of candy and suggestive texts and lingering glances you exchange, the easier it is to read the other’s intent, your bluffs. 

You pout, and kick at the corner of your own desk, shifting it slightly. “Fine. I wouldn’t ask him.” You tilt your head, pinning him with a needy look you hope is suitably enticing, “I’m asking you cause I trust you, Simon. Please?” 

Apparently, bald, earnest honesty is the ticket because your not-boyfriend heaves a sigh and uncrosses his arms, raising one to rub at the back of his neck, the black t-shirt he dons stretched tantalizingly tight over the curve of his muscled bicep.

Oh, this was going to be so good.

“Fine. Just don’t piss yourself.” 

“Do people do that?” You wrinkle your nose, and Simon levels you with a look, dark brown eyes broadcasting a stark “Do I fucking look like I’m joking?” 

Regardless, you clap your hands in celebration, locking the door to your office and sprinting back to stand in front of him, the framed photo of your commanding officer, your mother, and you looking on judgmentally. You try to ignore it but end up putting the photo down on its face, no need for dear mum and your boss to witness your fantasy come to life.

Simon turns you to face away from him, the heat of his hands seeping into your shoulders. He is always so warm. It had been a boon to your freezing feet the few times you’d shared a bed for actual sleeping. (He’d cursed at you for maybe a minute before hiking your legs up to bracket his hips, so you could fall asleep wrapped around him like a koala.)

“Double tap, you understand?” He barks, and you can’t help but shimmy in excitement. 

“Yup!” 

Simon wraps a burly arm around your neck, not exerting any pressure yet. He hooks his other arm around his wrist so it sits in his elbow, and places that palm on the crown of your head, securing you snugly in a standard choke-hold. 

“Good?” He mutters low, his chest blankets your back, and you're enveloped in the clean, sharp scent he usually carries with him.

You laugh, “Yeah-huh-huh-huh.” and you know you sound a little stupid, but you’re getting what you wanted and even without Simon utilizing force, you can feel yourself getting wet, forcing you to rub your thighs together in anticipation.

He begins to constrict your airway and it feels as though your head is ballooning, building up pressure as breathing slowly becomes more and more difficult. Your eyelids flutter closed and your lips part in shock. It doesn’t feel good, necessarily, but it certainly doesn’t feel bad. It’s obvious Simon’s holding back a lot. It probably should hurt but the lack of air makes your mind stutter to a stop, and all you can feel is Simon’s heat along your back and his strength holding you in place and his scent where it’s stalled in your lungs, unable to escape. When he shifts a bit behind you, your eyes pop back open in surprise at what you feel.

“You’re hard!” You wheeze incredulously, using the very last bit of air you had to call him out.

“And you’re a fucking lunatic.” He bites back, jerking his hips forward to rub his clothed erection against the swell of your ass. And he’s been doing that a lot lately, pushing up against your back, grinding along the fat of your thighs. Just last week, he’d spent a whole night hot-dogging (“Dumb fucking name, huh?”) the aching length of his dick between the cheeks of your ass, fucking against your flesh until he spilled hot and thick over your lower back.

You think he may be developing a thing.

He keeps rocking against you, branding his shape into your backside. “God.” He mutters, pulling you up and sliding his knee between your thighs. You can’t speak, what with your brain rapidly losing function, but if you could you’d hiss your assent, maybe scream when the muscles of his thigh nudge against your clit. 

Your lungs and cunt burn in unison, and the edges of your vision fade, but you want to keep going, want to come just like this, completely under his control, dry humping his massive thigh, unable to breathe.

Finally, you raise a shaky hand to tap at his forearm, and Simon immediately releases you, letting you stumble forward, off his leg and towards your desk. Your palms make contact with the polished wood and you hunch forward panting loud and hard. The room is fucking spinning, but all you can bring yourself to do is laugh like a fucking maniac.

“You good?” The soldier speaks, the sound of his footsteps just barely piercing through the sound of your rushing blood. Your voice is practically non-existent and you have to clear your throat three times, but when you do eventually croak out a response, your chest heaves with your desperate breaths in between your words. 

“Yeah, fuck yes.” Your chest slowly loses that frantic, mounting pressure and when you turn your head to look at Simon over your shoulder, his eyes are unfathomably dark and narrowed, running laps over your legs, thighs and ass.

“Good. Take your scrubs off. Right now.”

[astoldbyahse]

Seriously NEW to these two and I’m pissed cause my sister has played COD MW and not mentioned a damn word to me about them! And she knows my type. Height, accent…these two are definitely my weakness. Ghost -cause I love a British accent and König- cause German is my second beginning language.🇬🇧🇦🇹

Gotta shout @kechiwrites @cookiepie111 for the blurbs, prompts, stories, etc with Blavk female leads with Ghost and König, cause ya girl be needin it🔥😛

[ohbo-ohno]

babygirl bo <3 I have some Qs to which I beg you provide some As (I need me some of that deep bo lore)

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

babygirl lumi i love you so much. you're welcome to any lore you want

🍄 does puppy play count as a hc? because i write ghost calling soap "pup" as a kink thing but i also very much so think he'd just Do that.

if that doesn't count, then i'll say that one hc i swear by is that ghost is a freak but soap is 10x freakier and he's into literally every conceivable abuse ghost tries to commit agaisnt him.

also i think soap is suuuper smart but in a really specific way - can't spell for shit, but that man can rattle off college level math like it's nothing

🥤 is SUCH a good ask because now i can rec my fav cod x readers <3 (i know it says fic or author singular but you're getting multiple fics in place of me trying to tag authors and inevitably forgetting someone)

cod fics (but not the people i usually link because this post is already too long):

Baby Blue by kechiwrites (ghost x reader)

Taste by Sweet Deciet (ghost x soap x reader)

The Hand That Feeds by anonymous (ghost x soap)

Hypnotized (Fuck It) by ANTchan (ghost x soap)

Where Moonlight Meets the Sea by MildLimerence (ghost x soap)

Not More Than Once by WhisperedWords12 (ghost x soap)

NOT cod fics, but one for a few fandoms i love:

Declensions by dustorange is THE dick grayson origin fic. if there's one fanfic i wish i had written, it would be this

the first step of kintsugi by thepolysyndetonaddictsupportgroup is a peter parker & frank castle fic and im not sure it'll ever be finished but it is just. god it is perfect and probably my favorite fic of all time

anything by cupcakemolotov is gonna hit like no other for klaus mikaelson/caroline forbes. i love her so so much like she is my IDOL

ALL MOUTH. by themilkteeth is like the epitome of what a good darklina fic is. it's soooooosososo good i want it injected into my veins

the Blood Apron series by sciencefictioness is a great overwatch fic, but you really don't need to know the characters to enjoy the story! another one that'll never get added to, but i love it a lot

🥐 i don't like the lotr movies but there's a moment in the first (?) one where aragorn (?) is singing to himself and frodo (?) asks "who is this lady you sing of?" and for some reason i literally cannot watch it without keeling over in laughter. it's so fucking stupid

🪲 ohhhh we have beef for this one. i hate you a teeny tiny bit for making me write (/j). added it below the cut!

ok quick edit here but. i thought that said 500 words so uh. sorry but there's 500 words here instead of 50 lmfao. im a fool!!!!!

ghost x soap (cw for (legal) age gap)

He takes another look at the kid, now that he’s not planning on throwing him off the property. He’s got a bit of bulk, probably just recently started working out, and there’s a cocky energy coming off of him. Ghost would bet this is far from the first time he’s robbed someone with this little ruse, probably thinks he’s the smartest burglar in town. Too bad he chose the wrong man to try and trick this time.

Ghost straightens from the doorway, rolling back his shoulders and standing tall. The kid isn’t short by any means, but compared to Simon he’s practically little. Odds are he’s still got some growing to do, but for now Simon gets to enjoy the way he can loom over the teenager.

“No one ever taught you to respect your elders, boy?”

Oh, the kid doesn’t like that one. If he were a dog, his hackles would be fully raised, but he’s left settling for curling his lip back in a snarl. “You think just cause you’re old I have to respect you?”

“I think you’ll respect me because you’re on my property. That and I don’t think you’ll like what happens if you keep the attitude up.”

The kid flushes, either from rage or the innuendo. “Who the fuck do you think you are? You think just because we’re out here alone you can say whatever you want to me?”

“Of course not. We’re out here all alone, which means I can do whatever I want to you. And I will, if you don’t get off my property.”

The kid looks him up and down, then visibly steels himself. Ghost bites back a smirk. He’s not used to being underestimated, but he finds he doesn’t mind when it means getting to see the kid play at being his equal.

“What do you think you’ll do if I don’t go?”

Oh, Ghost can’t wait to beat the attitude out of the little brat.

He doesn’t let the kid see how much the rudeness is getting to him, intentionally keeping his face flat and unimpressed. “What’s your name, kid?”

That permanent scowl doesn’t shift, even as a flash of confusion crosses his face. “...John.”

Ghost nods. “Alright, Johnny, if you don’t get off my property, I’ll take you over my knee and teach you what your daddy should’ve.”

It’s nearly impossible to keep from grinning when Johnny’s mouth pops open in surprise, the flush creeping further up his neck. “You- you’ll- who do you think- you can’t-”

Ghost reaches out like he might slap Johnny, instead snaps right in front of his nose, sharp and loud. “Spit it out, boy. I don’t feel like listening to a kid learn how to speak all night.”

Johnny’s letting himself get worked up, and not doing a good job of hiding it. His teeth grind and he shifts from foot to foot, like he’d like to try and attack Ghost. He’s apparently smart enough to know how idiotic that would be, and Simon finds he’s almost disappointed.

[blackterrae]

BIPOC, Latina(x), & Hispanic tag-list Pt.5 (remastered)

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[undercover-smutlover]

Sergeant Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish…🧼

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Totally Platonic by @kechiwrites: Like he can’t believe he gets to have you like this.

Whatchya got, boy? by @roosterr: rex between your legs with his head resting on your thigh, staring up at johnny with those big brown eyes

The Fox & the Hound by @the-californicationist: Then, to your shock, he leaned down and planted a kiss on the corner of your lips

Life in Color by @lunarvicar: Your rescuer hmphs at your attitude and raises a hand to his ear

Rekindle: Soulstring Symphony w/Ghost by @iblameashley: “I know Johnny…” Ghosts vocie went low and was filled with remorse.

Well That’s Not My Name by @bookbrokelibrarian: You couldn’t help the laugh and the pointed fingers at your lover as his jaw drops.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

[kingkatsuki]

☠︎ @kechiwrites

Endeavor / Todoroki Enji.

You love to spoil yourself, so who better to have as your partner but Todoroki Enji. For the most part he makes you happy- he doesn’t even think the clit exists but still makes you cum every night, and even if he doesn’t you’ve got the most expensive vibrator Vogue recommended. But the love this man has for you is constantly overshadowed by his mansplaining nature, if you don’t like people talking over you, you better get used to it quick because it’s like this man has no filter. Good luck getting him to go to any parties with you, because he’s the type that tells you you can go (not that you even asked) and then complains for the rest of the week when you’re trying to recover. You break up because he treats you like you’re a possession, but somehow you can’t find a man that makes you feel as good as he does. It’s a vicious cycle of break ups, make ups and promises to change- but hey, at least his dick is big.

Kirishima Eijirou.

THE PERFECT COUPLE. THE IT COUPLE. The couple that has all your friends swooning and saying “I wish my boyfriend was like Eijirou.” But he’s suffocating really- you can’t go out without him, even when it’s girls nights he’s inviting himself along with a grin. Your opposites when it comes to planning and schedules, you have everything set in motion and Kirishima will come in and change every single bullet point on your list within five seconds. You’re a perfectionist and Kirishima is just… well, himself? He doesn’t mean to speak for you though, he just loves you so so much🥺 it’s funny that even though he loves you, he doesn’t notice that it pisses you off, huh? You break up because you don’t like the way he treats you, it’s almost suffocating- you just want some time to yourself! And somehow the media and all your friends make it out that you’re the bad person for breaking up with the perfect Red Riot. How could you, you monster!