Vi

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Hey there, I'm Vi, or TKB

Currently only thinking about (aka jerking off to) COD war criminals.

Please send me requests/asks/chat to me. I wanna talk about these hunks but all my friends give me odd looks.

This is a masterlist of all of my fanfics so far. And hopefully there will be many more added in future!

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Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Johnny Slaughter

Choose Fuck NSFW JohnnyxReader

Knock Knock NSFW JohnnyxReader

Bounce Back Better NSFW JohnnyxReader

Blood Runner NSFW JohnnyxReader

Siphon NSFW JohnnyxLelandxReader

Hurt Pride

Warmed Up NSFW JohnnyxReader

Unrelenting NSFW JohnnyxReader

Pack Animal NSFW JohnnyxReader

Scream

Ghostface

Under the Blade NSFW GhostfacexReader

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher

Two’s a Party, Three’s a Crowd NSFW BillyLoomisxStuMacherxReader

Bloody Aftermath NSFW BillyLoomisxStuMacherxReader

Joy Ride

Rusty Nail

Pit Stop NSFW RustyNailxReader

Hey There Stranger NSFW RustyNailxReader

House of Wax

Bo Sinclair

Father Please NSFW BoSinclairxReader

Hazbin Hotel

Alastor

Remote Broadcast NSFW AlastorxReader

Call of Duty

Ghost and Konig

Exfil at 0600 Hours

Part 1 NSFW GhostxKonigxReader

Part 2 NSFW GhostxKonigxReader

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you guys just dont get it... i love boats so much man. it makes me emotional. i think of a big ship and i start getting teary eyed. i love boats so much

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nikolai who insists his partner be shaved purely because that means they need body heat in the Russian winter and he can use that to get his partner to forgive him

fuuuck i love this a lot. i really love freaky controlling nik

cw controlling and manipulative nik

Perhaps it was strange to let your partner dress you. But Nikolai always knew exactly what to choose. When you would normally be deciding over a skirt or jeans, Nik had the whole thing planned out for you before you'd even started for the closet. Able to perfectly predict the weather, location, occasion. Hell, even your mood. Curating cute outfits for you that fit exactly where you two were going.

Honestly it was a relief to take those decisions off your shoulders. Just like the food you ate, the people you spoke to, how you entertained yourself during the day when he was at work.

Some of your friends had been concerned, he treated you like a doll. It had to be unhealthy. It was only a matter of time until he was hurting you.

But he never did. Never raised his voice, wouldn't dream of laying a finger on you. Practically worshipped the ground you stepped on. If he could keep you displayed on a shelf in his office, he would.

Nik's latest obsession had been your body hair. Brought home a selection of razors and shaving foams and pretty cleansers. Laying them all out for you and sweetly asking if he could shave you. How could you possibly say no.

He took his sweet time with it. Far more carefully than you had ever done for yourself. Blade gliding over your skin with such precision you wondered why you had ever bothered doing it. Just let Nikolai take care of it. Like everything else.

Perhaps you did get a little worked up. His warm hands all over you. Tugging gently as he removed every single hair. He didn't tease you. Simply slid his fingers into your freshly shaved cunt once he had finished and rinsed you off. Cooing praises as your orgasm peaked. A fuzzy warmth overtaking you.

Nik pulled you close, fingers trailing over your smooth skin. Teasing your clit until you were gasping with overstimulation before running them them back down your thighs.

He loved watching goosebumps raise on your smooth skin whenever the cold hit you. How you just had to cuddle close to him to stay warm. The man was a bloody furnace. And he was thrilled when you would press as much bare skin against him as possible to absorb the heat.

He got to snuggle with you under layers of blankets. Enjoying your silky smooth flesh. Warm hands cupping your cunt so you would shiver with pleasure instead of the harsh russian cold.

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Mmmm gray sweatpants .....

Price's dick the only thing holding up the worn out worn thin sweats, waistband sagging under his belly

Jutting out half hard while he's making morning coffee, tip dragging on a spot that's thinner than the rest, a little shadow evidence of old stains where he's leaked into it, shoved his dick back into his pants with a few drops of piss still at the tip, scratched at his balls so the sweat soaks into the fabric.

He catches you staring, raises an eyebrow like "what are you staring at?" He follows your gaze down to his cock, smiles, watches your pupils dilate and your throat flex as you swallow when it jumps, getting harder, tip pushing more insistently against his pants.

"well? Not gonna suck itself," he says, sipping at his coffee, while you crawl over to kneel in front of him and suck at the head right through the sweatpants, darkening the fabric with your spit, old cum on your tongue, the sour musky reek of him. Panting and moaning when you get his cock out, bunching up fabric in your hand, clinging to it as he pulls your head down to swallow, your drool joining all the stains.

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Just making sure this is very fucking clear

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idk how to write them so someone do it for me please and thank you...

rudy fucking ales fat tits while ale just laughs at him for being so bloody desperate

🌽!link for visual

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Ghost is always too cold and MacTavish always too warm. Redraw of that one Tiger Tiger panel

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cw kidnapping, non con

"Oh Nik... you shouldn't have..." John gasped. Fingertips pressed to his lips as he took in the carefully set up display. Rose petals beneath his feet, candles flickering on the night stand.

"Is valentines day, Miliy... is the least I can do."

Nikolai moved closer, strong arms wrapping around John's waist. Tugging him against his chest and pressing a warm kiss to his cheek.

"Thank you... really." John muttered. Unable to tear his eyes way even as he tilted his head to return the kiss.

You stared at them wide eyed. Trembling in fear. You, the cute barista John had been talking about for at least a week now. Who always got his order wrong, no matter how many times you did it. But you served it with such a genuine smile that John let it slide every time. Bound and gagged on their bed. Limbs twisted and tied beneath you. Careful, practiced knots so that you couldn't move an inch. Knees spread to show your bare cunt to the two men, who were now messily making out at the end of the bed.

If you weren't so terrified it might have been hot. All they had to do was ask you to join them. You would have said yes.

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GHOSTERINA😭

rereading that, ghostella and ghostette may have been better options

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Old man ghost with 'that one too woke friend'!reader lmao woke the gayest man i know up at 1:30am to ask if i can use the f slur. he thought it was very funny

Where on earth you grew the balls to stand up to the scariest man on earth was a mystery.

Ghost would be shouting recruits through the assault course, only for you to appear at his side out of nowhere when he uses an outdated term.

"Can't say that sir."

If he were a lesser man he would have flinched at your sudden appearance. It was like he summoned you by saying the wrong thing. Instead he only rolled his eyes and scoffed. Arms crossed over his broad chest.

"Piss off, kid."

He'd be struggling with his brick of a phone, the thing too damn slow for his liking, despite how he refuses to upgrade. He'd toss it across the room with a huff.

"Fuckin' gay. Who the fuck makes these."

Only to nearly jump out of his skin when you spoke from the couch. He hadn't even realised you were in the room.

"Can't say that, sir."

"What? Gay? Yer sayin' I can't call shit gay now? Fuckin' hell what has the world come to."

Or in the mess when he's teasing Johnny. Calling him a 'fuckin' fruitcake'. You'd send him a death glare across the table. Food paused halfway to your mouth.

"Can't say that, sir."

But before he could tell you to go fuck yourself you shrugged and smirked down at your sandwich.

"Besides. Rich of you to call 'im that when you like dick just as much."

Kyle let out a snort that he hid behind his hand. A couple of recruits at the nearby tables gaped at your sheer audacity. Ghost simmered with anger and embarrassment. Snapping back quickly.

"I don't take it up the arse like a fuckin' fag. That's alllll Johnny."

Without giving him a second glance you smirked.

"Straps count, sir."

He stood and slammed his hand on the table. Too focused on you to notice everyone watching the interaction.

"No the fuck they don't!"

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I need you to know that un-woke Ghost is now my personal headcanon. It’s so fucking funny. Calls new recruits the f slur during training. “You can’t say that, Sir”. Ghost says it’s fine, he’s reclaiming it. Reader is like “THAT’S NOT HOW THAT WORKS 😭😭😭”

number 69 😎

Once Ghost finds out what 'reclaiming' is, he immediately starts abusing it.

He'll be yelling the most insensitive shit you've ever heard to the rookies, making them shake in their boots. And you can see the grin in his eyes when you give him a look.

"What? You said I was basically the poster child of autism. I can say it. I'm reclaiming it."

"Sir. I swear to god. That is not how it works."

He starts to see how far he can push you. Saying worse and worse thing around you. To the point where even Price is shocked.

"Simon... shut the fuck up." He'll grumble, looking to you to tell him off.

"Just ignore him, Cap. I'm sure he's just sulking because he knows he's not getting any tonight."

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Hi Vi!

You got any more worms for Woke!Reader and Unwoke!Ghost?

They make me very happy to read.

Also I love your work and I Love to spam like you!

Stewed on this in the shower and heres what I came up with.

Watching drag race with Ghost. It's of course, the most irritating experience of your life. You beg him to sit down with you for just one episode, you have to sit through his dull footie games so its only fair.

He doesn't shut up for the entire episode.

"So's that one a bloke?"

"Yes."

Only to ask again two seconds later.

"An' that one?"

"Actually no. She's trans so she's is a woman."

Cannot for the life of him wrap his head around swapping the pronouns. He's fine with calling the trans girls by the correct pronouns, but when you switch between he and her for when they're in and out of drag he gets so confused. So he just continues to say 'that one' unless it's his favourite queen and he actually remembers the name. When you mention that one queens is actually trans masc he loses it. Not angry, just confused.

Ghost doesn't particularly care about the challenge, especially if it's a comedy one. He cannot be bothered sitting through all the shady cuts and awkward silences while the queens struggle through whatever improv prompt they've been given. He quite likes the sewing challenges, gets excessively annoyed when a queen admits they don't know how to sew.

"Th'fucks the point of doing all that if you can't even do it yerself?"

Gets really into the lipsyncs. Disagrees with pretty much all of Ru's decisions.

"But she just did flips 'n shit. Anyone can do that."

"Ghost. Not anyone can do that. It is impressive."

Purposefully starts using the same slang as the queens on the show. Gleefully going up to Price, his grin evident in his voice.

"Lookin' cunt, cap."

Chuckling that smug laugh of his as he gets a slap to the back of the head while you're trying to tug John away from him. Desperately explaining what it means.

Johnny and Kyle tease Ghost about watching the show. They of course watch it with you too, but Ghost is such a 'mans man'. And he's always mocked you three for watching 'that gay shit'. Johnny especially loves to mess with him.

"Ye gonna start dressin' up too, Lt? We gonna meet Ghosterina any time soon?"

Only to receive the most terrifying glare he'd ever seen for the man.

"Shut it, MacTavish. Wouldn't be called some dumb shite like 'Ghosterina' anyway. I'd be 'Sybil Unrest'. And if you 'ave a single word to say about it... just know I'm willing to cut a bitch."

After the first time you don't beg him to join you again. But he always does anyway. Tucking himself between you and Kyle on the couch. Grumbling about what the fruits were doing this week, but still cheering when his favourite queen wins.

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Ghost grunted as he lifted König by the hips and took him to the mat. Panting as he pinned the man's arm behind his back. But he didn't get a moment to catch his breath, the wind knocked out of him as König twisted and flipped him over.

He laid on his back, staring at the ceiling and gasping for breath as the giant pinned his legs apart. Too stunned to try and counter the hold. Suddenly very warm under his mask. Fuck this was hot.

König was one of the few soldiers he had ever met that was larger than him. He knew better than to rely on his own size to beat an opponent, smaller enemies can be just as skilled. But being outmatched by sheer brute force had never happened to him before. And it made him so hard he was dizzy.

"Colonel..." He muttered through grit teeth. Shifting his hips so the now very obvious chub in his pants wasn't pressing right against the Austrian. "That'll do."

He stumbled to his feet when the larger man let him up. Scrubbing a hand over his face through the mask to try and regain control of his own body. König's hand slapping down on his shoulder made him jump. The friendly clap full of power and strength even if it wasn't meant to be.

"Do not feel too bad, Leutnant. A little man like you, no chance."

König laughed. It was all in good fun after all. Just a spar among fellow soldiers.

Ghost grumbled something about lunch and rushed out of the gym. Praying no one spotted his cock straining against his joggers.

Back in his bunk Simon groaned, face pressed into his pillow, clothing and mask discarded in a trail from the door. His body curled in on itself so he could tease his fingers against his ass.

Simon had never been one to touch himself there. A few other people had, even fucked him on occasion if they felt like it. But he himself had never had the need. Much more comfortable being on top and in control. But he couldn't get the feeling out of his mind. Pinned. Helpless. At the mercy of a man impossibly bigger than him.

He slowly eased a finger inside. Shuddering as he pictured the Austrian towering over him, thick fingers spreading him open to prepare for his even thicker cock. Ghost cursed into the pillow. Squeezing his eyes shut as he curled in another finger before he was ready.

Would König go easy on him? Be gentle because he was smaller? Or would he be rough. Bruising and mean like he was in the field. Ghost wouldn't mind either.

His hips jolted forwards when the tips of his fingers brushed against his prostate. The fat tip of his aching cock dragging against the scratchy military blanket. The slew of sensations making him sob into the pillow. Clutching it with his free hand like it would save him from his own fantasies.

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cw idk gore or smth i think

Playing the knife came with Ghost while drinking one night. The blades steadily moving faster as you both got steadily drunker.

It was a bad idea, but thats what made it exciting. Your heart racing as you watched Simon's hands, his big, scarred hands, tap the blade between his fingers at an impossible speed. It was really fucking hot.

The focus in his eyes made you hot under the collar. You wanted to lean over the small table and kiss the hard teeth of his mask. And by the looks of how he shifted in his seat he felt something similar.

You kept up with him surprisingly well. The knife you'd borrowed from him heavy in your palm.

But it couldn't last forever. You got too cocky. Moving the knife faster than you could keep up. It pierced the back of your hand, right through to dig into the table.

You gasped in surprise. Both of you stopping to look. If you had been at all sober you might have started to panic. But in your drunken stupor you only stared, not feeling the pain at all. Blood pooled beneath your palm. It was warm. Sluggishly your gaze turned up to Ghost. He was also staring. Eyes trained on the red spilling from the wound.

Then he was on you. Practically leaping across the table to tug at your clothes. Messily mouthing at your lips throat the mask. All that tension having snapped.

He reached back to grasp the blade stuck in your hand. But instead of pulling it out he jostled the blade.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as the pain hit you. Buzzing up your arm and zapping your brain. Maybe you were broken but fuck it felt good.

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Every time the boys say anything even slightly flirty to you Ghost shoves his hands down your pants to see if it made you wet. Doesn't do anything about it if you are, just curious.

Most of the time you don't even know where he came from. One minute you're giggling at Gaz's compliment or rolling your eyes at Johnny's blatant innuendo and then suddenly theres a wall of scars and muscle pressed up behind you wriggling his fingers between your legs and into your cunt.

If you're extra wet he'll grunt in disapproval, making you suck his fingers clean as he tells you to get a hold of yourself.

Maybe he'll repeat the things he knows really gets you going when he has you folded in half in his bed.

He's just not good with his words thats all. Needs some pointers.

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For some reason tumblr keeps randomly switching your profile pic on the odd post to your old one. I'm reading your blog and my brains supplying the Jekyll/Hyde voice switch between posts.

thats funny i like that. which one is the monster... im thinking the frog. theres something evil in his eyes

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You're so cool😭❤️

printing out this ask and keeping it in my breast pocket like a soldier at war