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Masterlist
Starting small with the hope to build. Welcome. :) Currently, I only write for the CoD fandom. Most of what I write is in first person. If you have questions, please ask!
Price
Ghost
tws: fauxcest, age gap (20s, 30s, and late 40s), reader is called “kid”/has a vagina, daddy/“dad” kink (eh, just kinda mentioned, price/reader/simon, m/m/f, bi!dom!john, bi!sub!simon, sub!reader), oral sex (f and m receiving), hair pulling, overstimulation, bodily fluids, language, sir!kink, mention of spanking, written at 5AM on my phone w a hand down my pj pants AHH; +18/mdni
“fuck—o-okay… si—ah, okay!”
“that’s time, lieutenant.”
the tongue between your legs—simon’s tongue—flicks along with rough laps right against your clit. his soaked mouth shines and squelches every time he sucks, hurrying to burrow his swollen lips as deep as he can until his nose squishes against you tight. a gasp ricochets out of you, followed by a teary whine.
“sssimon.” the word leaves you slurred and pitiful, like you’ve forgotten how to speak because you have. all you know to do is pant and arch your back from the bed, needing a sick mixture of more yet less of the man devouring you.
“that’s enough, lad. take a breath.” john’s words punch out a little harder than before.
sure, his cock twitches nicely at the sight of your dewey skin and jerking limbs hanging over ghost’s shoulders… but he’s john. captain. dad, daddy, or whatever else you and the boys can think to call him… so, when he says stop, that means stop. you’re his anyways, as is simon. that, a fact his lieutenant has somehow forgotten, is what makes his eyebrows furrow with a pinched frown.
“then how come ‘m havin’ t’treat ya like johnny, hm? yank your locks cause you’ve seemed to have lost some sense?”
Soap gets curious about Gaz’s dick game.
Ends up twitching and drooling on a mattress at 1AM.
My favorite SoapGaz dynamic will always be "two dudes who are fucking for no reason other than they happen to be available when the other is horny."
The idea that Soap has, on more than one occasion, been sitting next to Gaz and gone, "could use a shag" because he knows Gaz will 90% of the time be down for something quick and dirty, tickles me. They are just two dudes that hang out and also fuck each other. Ghost showed up early for footie night at Gaz's flat and saw Soap blowing him. Price walked in on Gaz fucking Soap during a bed check. They are like rabbits. Young and blood drunk and looking for something to take the edge off, so they reach a hand down the other's pants and see what helps.
Soap doesn't have to be curious about Gaz's game, he knows Gaz's game, and he thinks they're both pretty fucking good in the sack. Spectacular dick from both of them, they're givers at heart, never had a bonnie thing shared between them that didn't leave with stars in their eyes.
princess x knight: done
QUEEN x knight: EXCITING NEW FRESH
the now king's wife. The first time the knight sees her is cloaked in pure white, white and silks and jewelry from your homeland. The crown bestowed upon you was made specially for you, fully of an impossible amount diamonds, rubies, and gold. Of course the knight found you beautiful: everyone in the kingdom did.
But the flutters of attraction didnt die as the weeks passed. The scent of rose on your skin from your floral baths, the ring of your laughter in the hall, the way you lounge in the courtyard grass in such an unbecoming way, reading and eating figs that dribble down your lips: it haunts the knight. It nearly pains him to stand by the king and watch you there, by his side, your hands gliding into his.
Its unbelievable that the king doesnt seem to like you at all--
"she's unruly-" the king complains to his knight. "Disobeys me, speaks out of turn, lays in the grass with her skirts about her knees-"
The knight's eyes flicker to the window, where you are, again reading in the courtyard.
"If her hand did not come with so much land, I would nullify our union," the king huffs. "I was hoping a baby would bring her to her senses, but she hasn't bed with me since our wedding night."
The knight tries not to think about how you must be, naked and sweaty, bathed in candlelight and bedsheets, legs open and mouth parted-
hes sent to get you one evening, you hadn't come down for dinner promptly and the king was fuming, pacing the grand hall with a growing impatience.
When you aren't in your room, he goes to the baths, where you are sitting in a warmed pool of milk and floral. When he enters, you sit up breasts just above the water.
"My queen-" He covers his eyes with his arm. "I will-"
"There's no need to hide, knight. Have you not seen a woman naked before?" you rise from the water and grab your towel. You dry yourself casually, unaffected by your exposure. "Do not act so modest. I know the trouble you men get up to at nights while your wives are at home."
Awkwardly, he drops his arm, still glancing away as he speaks. "My only loves are the kingdom and the monarchy."
"How dull." Your braids have loosened, bits of hair wettened to your neck. "Men have no virginity to protect. You could gallivant around with every chambermaid and no one would know the wiser-- except the maids, of course."
The thought heats his cheeks. Other knights have certain made their way around the castle and its ladies, but none of them ever seemed to catch his eye.
Not until you, at least. He takes a quick glimpse at your chest and tries to seal the image into his memory.
"Your husband waits impatiently."
"If I was a man, I would have made love to whoever I wanted. Servants, many of my teachers," you ramble on as you begin to dress, stepping into your pooled skirts and pulled them back around your waist. After a moment, you look back at him, expectant. "Help me with my dress, knight."
It wouldn't be proper for his hands to be on you like that, so close to your bare skin...
"I will grab a maid."
"If my husband is impatient, we shouldn't waste time." You awkwardly walk over to him, presenting the undone ribbon done youe back. "Tie it tight- the king is happier when my tits are nearly at my neck."
The knight grips it and pulls ever so carefully.
"Tight." you urge. "I wish to use the fainting couch tonight."
He pauses, then pulls, stopping only when you wince.
"How mad is he? Am I in much trouble?" you ask.
"Do you wish for me to be frank, my queen?" when you nod, he sighs. "You're fucked."
You sigh, more forlorn than anything.
"Pull it with all your strength then. And find my ruby lipstick. I wish to look my best." you turn with a laugh. "I'll have to let him fuck tonight then."
You do, somehow, look your best. Fresh out of the bath, no make up other than your lipstick, nipples visible through to thin fabric of your summer linens: you glow as you enter the grand hall, an unusual smile painted across your face.
The king is at the head of the table, brow furrowed to hard that it must hurt. The rest of the lord's and ladies have come and gone, leaving only you to absorb his ire. "I have been waiting for your presence."
The way you glide has around has the knight captivated. No worry, no rush, just as if you were in no trouble at all.
"I fell asleep in the bath." As you cup his face, the king's boiling simmers down slightly. Much to the knight's surprise, the man does glance down at your chest almost immediately, clearly beeitched by what the dress is doing for you. "At home, we eat dinner much later in the evening.'
"This is your home."
Your hand trails down to his neck. Knight is thankfully that neither of uou are looking his way when he swallows thickly.
"Now, I am rejuvenated for when we retire tonight."
"If you were ever this lewd and disrespectful in front of court, I would have to punish you." The king seats your hand away. "A knight will be by your side from now on, to assure you manage your time."
Without hesitation, you gesture towards the knight.
"I choose him as my guard dog."
"No."
"He is your favorite, yes?" you ask. "Only the king's favorite is good enough for the queen."
"You were not given the power to choose anything."
"As queen, I have some power." You pull away. "The power to choose when to give you an heir, for example."
The air gets thick as the king mulls this over, burrowing his brow with a deep resentment. Finally, he breaks, leaning back into his seat with a sigh.
"Fine. Take him. I expect an heir soon."
"Wonderful." You turn towards the door, smiling at your new dog with a mischievous look. "Come, pet."
The knight has to follow.
Reader who adopts a dog, not realizing it was Wolf!Hybrid Simon all along (NSFW)
You were robbed some nights ago on your way home from work.
After many sleepless nights spent checking the locks on your front door, you finally come up with a solution: a dog.
A big, mean, scary-looking dog would do the trick. So, you pull up your boot-straps and head to the shelter.
And that's where you found Riley, silently tracking you through the bars of his cage with riveting, deep blue eyes. You'd taken one look at his long claws, sharp teeth, and mangey coat before you ran for the nearest shelter attendant.
"He's a character alright," the attendant laughed as he handed you the leash, "Apparently he was a street dog before he was surrendered. Some shopkeeper on the south side kept him around as protection for a while, but the lady couldn't get over his, uh....distaste for male customers."
A hyper-vigilant mutt with a vehement and categorical hatred for grown men. Sounds like the perfect protector to keep your assailant at bay, no matter the cost.
The first day you traveled home with Riley on your heels was the first day you could breathe easy in your own city.
And soon enough, Riley became your most devoted companion and friend.
He laid dutifully on the foot of your bed each and every night, ears twitching anytime a floor board so much as creaked.
He wasn't erratic. He was careful, quiet, never tugging on his leash without good reason. He was too smart for his own good. Even when you were down in the dumps, shaking in fear of your own memories, he'd stand guard at the door of the bathroom while you retched into the toilet bowl.
No matter how pitiful you must seem to a beast like him, he'd patiently lick the tears off of your cheeks, silently laying his head in your lap until you managed to pull it together.
Before long, you came to love him more deeply than some of your closest friends.
Hiya mint. Big fan. Love your brain.
I'm a relatively new subscriber and I reaaallllyyyyy hate to be that guy, but could you go over the whole beau lore? Is it a fic or just a concept? I couldn't find anything in the navigation. Maybe that's just me being dumb.
Feel free to not answer. Again. Super duper awesome work <<33
Somehow its like. just a concept. I should actually sit down and write more of it lol but I aleays feel guilty about not writing inevitable
im so bad i need to make a masterlist BUT. here are the important parts.
-reader moves to a small town from the big city after her divorce. Readers ex husband knocked up a coworker (reader wanted a kid herself). they tend to hate fuck.
-reader is in a fixerupper home.
-beau is her closest neighbor (about two miles away). he owns a cattle ranch which is an ungodly amount of acres. He's the town hottie and a cowboy. he warns reader that theres danger in the woods behind her house, to be wary at night. he is using fixing reader's historic home to get close to her lol
-its uncovered that Beau is a werewolf. hes been stalking the woods because. well. reader is the closest woman by far. he just cant help it and he cant really remember anything in wolf form.
-they decide the best way to handle this is to tie up Beau at night, but it cant be in his home (lots of employees close) and the woods offers reader to protection if he gets loose, so they are doing it in readers home
-beau becomes an insanely filthy horndog as he turns into a werewolf. usually hes a polite lil charmer, but he's smooth talking reader until his mouth cant form words anymore.
-reader, whos falling for beau. gets horny back after a while. she starts getting handsy....
-Beau ends up blatantly turning her down and pushing her away after a little. reader fucks Ryan (ex) and imagines its beau. beau later let's it slip that Ryan smells like the other woman's perfume.
uuuhhhh
-Werewolfism is NOT transmitted through bite. Its hereditary. Beau's dad was a werewolf, his uncle isnt.
-werewolves mate for life. once you fuck as a werewolf, you can only ever fuck that person. your body just wont let it happen.
-beau is cagey about dating because of this.
- he's also cagey because. werewolfism has the potential to be progressive. its not all of the time. but it can. its revealed that beau's dad isnt dead, hes just werewolf full time now, pacing the outskirts of beau's territory. his human brain is barely conscious
-besu let's it slip that Ryan is still seeing the other girl and Beau had known for a while. reader gets MAD that beau wont commit, mad that he kept this a secret, so she tells beau to leave her alone.
-he does. beau leaves.
-full moon hits. scratching at the door, banging, howling. reader thinks beau's lost his cool without her. you leave him an angry voice mail saying he needs to leave you alone
-beau gets rhe message. its not actually a full moon- thats tomorrow. he had actually left town to lick his wounds. thats not beau at your door. and you're not answering your phone.
need reader to sit on her porch with a shot gun she bought for when her exhusband comes around. he starts pulling into her driveway and she just points it near his car. maybe even let out a warn shot, not AT him... right? but like near. scare him off. tho i do think he's crazy enough to not care. maybe need her to pretend to be pregnant with beau's baby. fake a baby bump so her ex husband can crash out and leave her alone.. that woman deserves peace.
the best revenge is having beau answer the door, shirtless and jeans unbuttoned.
"she's still in bed," beau says, leaning against the door frame. "She's all tuckered out, i'm afraid."
"Hm." Ryan crosses his arms, chin tilted up. "You're really fucking my wife?"
"Yup." Beau doesn't bother to correct him on the ex thing. "Everyday."
"So mature." Ryan adjusts a cufflink. "Can you get her, or-?"
"Nope."
The two men watch each other, Ryan sneering at the audacity.
"I'll come back later," he says. "Once you're gone."
"You know, I'm actually here all day." Beau taps a little rhythm on the doorframe. "Doing some work on the nursery."
its not technically a lie. the spare room could be a nursery someday. You'll be pissed when you find out about this, but its worth it to see the color drain from Ryan's smug face.
"What?'
"Speakin' of babies, you should get back to yours." Beau grins. "And I'm gonna get back to fucking your 'wife'."
hey not to knight post again but the idea of him actually having to defend reader and her being horrified at how easily he fights
its not a life threatening situation but he cracks the hilt of his sword into a man's jaw so hard that the poor guy is spitting out his own teeth-
a couple of drunken guards give you hassle one night, following you down the castle halls.
"Aye, maiden-" One calls. "You don't have many options, so you best me marrying me."
"Not much of a maiden without her maidenhead-" the other quips, and they both tumble into laughter. You chew on the edge of your thumb as you scurry along, the two stumbling after.
"Maidenhead don't matter to me, as long as the maiden gives head-" the first calls. "A well used woman is a woman I can use well."
They howl again. Just as you turn a corner, you nearly collide with your knight, who's walking with even more drive that you are. He rounds the bend, coming face to face with the men in just a couple strides. Unlike the men, in their leather coverings and stamped linens, the knight is in a simple layer of clothing, sporting only his scabbard.
The men sober a bit, standing straight.
"Captain, what're-?"
The sword the knight is used to carrying is broader and heavier, so when he grabs his new weapon and draws, it flies at a spectacular speed. In less than a blink, the hilt is cracking into the man's jaw. The silver decorative seal meets the skin, followed but a horrid, ringing crunch. The weight of his hit rings out in the knight's joints, but the doesn't stop him from swinging his body weight into the guard.
The man drops, clutching out his mouth as crimson begins to seep between his fingers. The other man and you stand there in shock, horrified by the ease of it all. The knight is casual as he returns his sword to its resting place.
"Speak to the women of this castle like that again and you'll be meeting with the other end of my sword."
Been thinking about the knight escorting the nursemaid back to her rooms after knocking the guards teeth out. Just her marveling at the feel of his muscles under her fingers. Lightly squeezing his bicep, just coming to the realization that with all the raw strength he possesses- he chooses to be soft with her.
getting glimpses of his scarred forearms... maybe a silver of stomach, a healed gash across it. he's a man built through battle, yet that morning he held the baby prince so sweetly, up against his chest with this wonderful look on his face
Was beau’s dad still around even he started turning? Did he have someone to show him the werewolf ropes??
hes only really in the peripheral of beau's life when it starts, and kind of gives beau the cold shoulder when he starts getting calls.
"Now you wanna talk," he gripes. "Thought you were too good for yer fuckin' dad and turns out yer just like me."
Beau goes to his uncle instead, who owns the ranch he ends up inheriting. Uncle is not a werewolf, but he knows enough to get beau by the worst of it.
Minto pls tell us more about Beau’s uncle 👀
My working name for him is Dell Russell. He's Beau's paternal uncle: his dad's older brother. The werewolf gene missed him. They aren't really sure how or why; its not like there's studies and punnet squares around lycanthropy to explain it. When it didn't happen to him, they assumed it would skip Beau's father as well, but it appeared in his late teens. Dell's always been kind of the. Shepard. of the town, keeping the wolf at bay.
he's a quiet man. tough, but not as tough as Beau's dad was. never laid a hand on anyone violently or otherwise. never dated. loved a soul. Treated Beau like the son he would never have, but also left beau with a lot of baggage around relationships, love, and children
Beau notices that there's someone Dell watches in the diner. He follows her with his eyes, but not in the way his brother does. He doesn't lean over to watch her skirt flit around her legs or peer down her shirt when she bends over, no. No, Dell watches her face, how she smiles at her customers, how she wrinkles her nose at the cook in the back. Sometimes, when she laughs, he nearly laughs too-- well, almost laughing for Dell Russell is his broom of a mustache twitching ever so slightly in the corners, but it's there and its real.
"You should-" Beaumont's voice cracks high with puberty. His shins ache with growth spurts, but he's taller than his mother now. "You should ask Miss Suzanne-"
"Boy." Dell slams his fork into his grits. Today, they're so thick that the fork stands up when he lets go. "When there's something wrong with your family tree, you don't give people the fruit."
Beaumont looks side to side.
"What does that even mean?"
Dell sighs, rubbing his temple in tight circles. It takes a long moment before he reaches back to his plate, grabbing that fork like a weapon, tight and overhanded.
"Means your daddy was cruel, havin' you." He shovels in a mouthful of the glop in, barely chewing before continuing. "Put a shot gun in your mouth and hoped it wasn't loaded."
Dell's mustache has a bit of butter stuck in it, right about his lip. He has another mouthful of food before he's even swallowed the first and Beaumont works really hard on swallowing the lump thats formed in his throat. He knows what his father is, even if no one will directly tell him.
"Best thing either us can do is never touch a woman." Dell leans back and catches the waitress' eye. She comes over, straightening her dress with a preened excitement that makes Beau feel weird inside.
"Suz', darlin', can you get the boy another order of eggs? Starting to think his ma don't feed him."
Beau stares at his empty plate, unsure if he should feel guilty or something else.
"Boy."
Dell's foot collides with his shin and Beaumont jumps in his seat.
"Thank you, ma'am."
"Anything for Dell Russell." Suzanne reaches out and pinches his sunburnt cheek, then reaches then reaches with the other to pinche Beau's at the same time. "And anything for you, sugar."
It's five years later that Suzanne gets married. He's a fine guy, someone who buys her a house and gives her a growing belly that Dell can't stand to look at when he comes into the diner.
So how is Beau’s head game outside of being a werewolf? Like he’s got the size but can he prep her to take it?
hes suspiciously good at it. so good it kind of gets you angry because he had to be fucling around pretty hard in his younger years to have learned some of these tricks
important note is that beau's hip was shattered. like. you'll never walk again, life threatening shattered. severe hospitalization shattered.
and he made an insane, miraculous recovery.
and started transforming shortly after returning home
Need to watch beau break a the new stallion. Wanna see him buck and keeping up with the horse as it tries to buck him off. Maybe he loses his focus when he catches sight of you- giving the horse a small advantage for once.
So, deepcut Beau lore, he actually broke a hip riding a stallion years ago! its what awakened the werewolf in him-- his body needed the werewolf healing factor etc etc etc-
But I think. maybe. he's trying to impress you by trying to be his little 25 year old bronc riding self again by plopping himself down on a bucking horse-
He does, in fact, get launched across the arena and has to pretend his hip isnt SCREAMING wheb he gets up-
His farm hands are going to be giving him SHIT later, but right now you're dusting the dirt off of his jeans and asking if he's okay with the WIDEST eyes and he truly feels like hes won
Was thinking about making Beau breakfast. Steak and eggs with big bowl of fresh fruit. Sitting it down in front of him with a fancy little flat white or cappuccinoin a cute porcelain cup with flowers on it from your fancy city girl expresso machine.
"Could've just gone down to the Waffle House-" Beau gripes, cupping that pretty little mug in his hands. It looks comically small and delicate in his calloused, thick fingers. "Would've saved you time and money."
"I don't mind cooking," you reply. "Besides, its the steak you gave me and eggs from your coop, and the strawberries are gonna go bad if you don't help me eat them."
"Still," he takes a deep glug. "I'm already too much in your debt."
Truthfully, this meal is a repayment to him, but not in the way he's thinking.
Its because last night, after his transformation, you had partially untied the man and let his beastial form eat your cunt out for hours-
god, thinking about how his rough tongue forced its way inside you, pressing against your cervix as he came on to the hardwood floor, completely untouched.
Thank god Beau cant remember anything in Wolf Form
He loves the cappuccino. Drinks two more of them out of that little cup, then has a tremor in his hands for the next couple of hours.
there's an au that I have been noodling on in my head for like 18 months and will never write where Ghost and Goose meet during SAS training and start the most toxic situationship known to man only to break up with massively hurt feelings on both sides and while Goose tries to distance herself from Ghost, Ghost can't let her go (he's in love with her) so he keeps tabs on her until she goes undercover and he loses her for a few years. Only to find her again down the scope of his rifle, swearing into his comms that his bitch ex is down there only to be met with dead air before Price chimes in, "You mean my fucking daughter?"
John "6 ft on tinder" Mactavish who has always gotten the short end of the stick from the rest of the 141 for being 5'11". who has seen and heard beautiful women excuse all kinds of behavior just because they have to look up at Ghost or Price. who has had Gaz pat his shoulder one too many times and tell the bird he's chatting up, "man's lying about his height." and who is frankly, fucking tired of it. watching with barely disguised malice as Gaz (who is barely over 6'!! the nerve of that man!!) hits on you at the bar, strikes out. and is immediately replaced by Price, then Ghost, each man taller than the last. each one gauranteed the lay if only because of his height, sulking back to their seat after less than a minutes conversation with you.
"the height not workin' out fer ya, ya deciduous bastards?" Soap grumbles.
"bird doesnt date horses," Ghost grunts.
"they what?" Soap's mouth twitches.
"don't date horses," Price grumbles, his lighter sparking pathetically as he tries to light his cigar.
"and that means?"
"Anyone over 6 foot," Gaz slumps, tipping the last dregs of his pint back and forth in the glass.
Soap nearly vaults the table, scrambling to spin you from the bar and announce,
"Ahm 5' 11"!"
you bite your lip hard against your grin, its the sweetest thing he's ever seen.
"could wear tall heels around me and ah won't complain," he jabs a thumb over his shoulder, "the horses have me well trained lookin' up."
"how about from your knees?" you laugh, hooking a finger in his belt loops.
"Aye, can do it from there tae."