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I swear I’m not lying I STARTED IT I PROMISEEEE-
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Now Playing- ⋆. 𐙚 ˚- Close Behind by Noah Kahan ⋆. 𐙚 ˚- Mean It by Gracie Abrams ⋆. 𐙚 ˚- Mr. Forgettable by David Kushner ⋆. 𐙚 ˚- See You Again by Isabel LaRosa ⋆. 𐙚 ˚- Anything by Adrianne Lenker ⋆. 𐙚 ˚- This is what the drug are for by Gracie Abrams
if you saw my most recent post… yes. I’m back.
like for real I swear it’s not a false alarm this time
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the final part of baby bump will be published soon 😔 TW for panic attacks, mentions or parental neglect, slight insinuation of self harming behavior, smut
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Kinktober 2025 // Call of Duty
31 days. 31 prompts. 31 bloody delights.
content & warnings: some prompts include noncon, dubcon, or dd:dne elements. read all tags before reading. MDNI
cam star / stalker / masturbation – John “Soap” MacTavish glory hole / horror house / anonymous – Simon “Ghost” Riley prison escapee / raw / dubcon – John Price werewolf / knotting / noncon mating – John “Soap” MacTavish boot worship / oral / interrogation – John Price & Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
costume shop / double penetration / public – Simon “Ghost” Riley & John “Soap” MacTavish demon / possession / anal – Kyle “Gaz” Garrick vampire / blood play / bathtub – Kyle “Gaz” Garrick carnival / knife play / exhibitionism – Simon “Ghost” Riley tongue piercing / clit play / vibrator – John “Soap” MacTavish & Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
fuck or die / kidnapping / hate sex – Simon “Ghost” Riley cnc / rough sex / home invasion – Simon “Ghost” Riley fae / sex pollen / biting – Kyle “Gaz” Garrick apocalypse / breeding / possessive – John Price sex club / group / sensory deprivation – Task Force 141
cult / body worship / praise – John Price threesome / recording / spanking – Simon “Ghost” Riley & John “Soap” MacTavish gagging / face fucking / slasher – Simon “Ghost” Riley spit roast / war prize / shadow daddies – John Price & Nikolai
dragon shifter / scent marking / cum play – John Price eldritch god / tentacles / forced pregnancy – Simon “Ghost” Riley mirror sex / nipple play / dirty talk – Kyle “Gaz” Garrick stripper / incubus / begging – Kyle “Gaz” Garrick uniform / self-sacrifice / cream pie – John Price hitchhiker / car sex / sex as payment – Nikolai
gun play / spit / restraints – Simon “Ghost” Riley size kink / belly bulge / monster – Simon “Ghost” Riley altar sex / priest / virginity – John “Soap” MacTavish collar / sex slave / in Hell – Nikolai sex tape / mafia au / revenge – John Price tinder / Halloween party / masks – Simon “Ghost” Riley & Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Girl what kink do you not have
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Woah! Razz is back if anyone cares… personal life said fuck you… but yay! I’ve returned.
sooooo…
Start a new series from my drafts!
continue an ongoing series (not Baby Bump)
Finish Baby Bump (guys it will get FREAKY and slightly unrealistic but not fr??)
Quick little drabbles to start us off on random topics
”I’m writing you an insane ask tat will blow your mind Razz you won’t even KNOW-
okay. Ty! I’m here again…
Back in town Simon who decides to walk the familiar lanes where he once watched you climb out of the bedroom window to meet him at midnights
One time he had said he would catch you but then both of you fell in the bush and he was fourteen and you were too and the world was just the next drag of stolen, shared ciggerates.
He tells himself that it's just for the old times. The streets. The signs. If the bark still had the carved initials—‘That's not S!' 'It is wanker!'
And that's when he sees you. Walking out of the front door he doesn't think he has ever knocked, maybe once. Your father didn't like him, a knowhere boy he'd heard from your mouth.
His heart hammers, out of his ribs and plumping bare in his mouth.
He cannot decide what to do. Should he run and kneel in front of you and say he's sorry, sorry, sorry for every fucking thing?
For leaving just like he did like a coward.
For never saying back the words you'd said to him.
Your eyes looks up and meet his. There's a moment you stumble—oh god, you're... you're a woman now.
Fuck, it's you.
“Simon,” he doesn't hear you from that far, but its the shape of his name in your mouth that just...kills him and makes him come to life in a fraction of second.
He walks, then two step at a time.
You're walking towards him too. “Simon! Fuck it's...”
It's in his ears now. The sound of you. All these years had taken a toll, your voice had gotten...matured, past the girlish pitch and occasional lisp. Clear now, shaky.
And it is all that sends him running towards you like he should've done years ago. You're starting to run meeting him halfway as his arms loop around your waist and lift you up—a twirl of your joint bodies and chant of names said back and forth as if that could change.
“Its you...it is you!” you are whispering, hands cradled around his neck.
He's holding you up like you weight nothing, eyes sincere as ever.
“It is me,” he says. “I am back, I am back to you.” baby
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The angst is angsting (there's a... kinda happy ending though don't worry)
Warnings: Heavy topics: suicide, domestic abuse. A bit suggestive but no smut. DDDNE just because of the suicidal ideation. MDNI.
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Ghost knew something was going on. His sergeants were acting... off. Like they were sneaking around. Hiding things from him. He could see them giggling and whispering to each other in the corner of the rec room. Not-so-subtle glances his way when they thought he wasn't looking.
Gaz always seemed extra eager to spot him on his workouts. He didn't mind the company, it was nice to spend one on one time with him. But it was suspicious.
Johnny seemed to get extra flustered whenever he gave him an order directly. The scot was always flirty, not just with him, but with everyone. But lately it seemed to have been dialled up to the max. To the point where even the ever emotionless Ghost was blushing beneath his mask.
And you seemed to be avoiding him entirely. Whenever he gave you a command he had to repeat it at least twice before you would respond. You had a bit of a staring problem. He found it weird.
He was determined to find out what you three were up to. And hopefully put a stop to it so everything could go back to normal.
The ping on your phone drew you out of your paperwork. Feeling a tingle in your lower belly at just the notification 'Gazzy Poo sent a photo'. Already knowing your eyes were about to be blessed.
You had to fully focus on not slipping a hand into your pants at the sight.
Your lieutenant, your gorgeous, terrifying lieutenant. Facing away from the camera. Reaching into his locker. His body side on. You could see the raised mass of scars across both his back, arms and ribs. You wanted to feel them under your tongue. At this angle you got a delicious view of both his muscled ass and pecs. And best of all, his cock. This was the first time Kyle had managed to snap one without a towel on, the damp rag held loosely in Simon's large hand. Leaving his cock on full display. The curve of it, the impossible length, he wasn't even hard and you were sure it would hurt.
You were practically drooling. Abandoning your paperwork to go find Soap. You knew the second he saw the photo he would have even less self control than you. Beelining for his bunk you didn't even knock, bursting through the door with a longing moan.
"Oh my god Johnny... his cock did you see his co-"
You froze. Eyes wide as three pairs of eyes all turned to you. One too many.
Gaz was sitting on Soap's bed sheepishly, hands in his lap. Soap himself was kneeling in front of Ghost.
Ghost was here.
He was here and by the dangerous look in his eye, he knew.
And god he looked so good. Shirt tight and clinging to his still damp muscles. Sweats low on his hips. Balaclava donned instead of the full skull mask this time. His hand gripping Johnny's hair so tight you could see tears welling in his eyes.
A soft disappointed tut pulled you out of you horny stupor.
"You too, Sergeant? I though' you were better than this... Shut the door."
You did as you were told. Your face hot with embarrassment. He jerked his head towards Gaz on the bed and you hurried to join him.
"Sir... I'm so sor-"
He cut you off with a stern look. "Quiet. I'll deal with you in a bit."
And boy did he deal with you. Making you watch while he shoved Johnny's face into Kyles ass and work him open with his tongue. You could see how much Soap was enjoying this. His gaze hazy and submissive already.
Then he fucked Gaz. Hard and fast and with no mercy at all. Even when he was crying and clawing at the sheets after two orgasms he kept going. Eventually manhandling you to ride Kyle's, weepy face. Promising him that he would stop when he made you cum. Only satisfied once you were bucking and grinding your clit down against Gaz's tongue.
Simon moved on to you. Leaving Kyle laying limp, nearly passed out next to you. He had you on your stomach bent over the small bed. Plowing into you from behind. Each thrust making stars dance behind your eyelids. You were right about it hurting. The stretch of his cock so intense you almost begged him to stop. But after all this fantasising you couldn't possibly back out now.
He had ordered you to jerk Soap off. You obeyed of course, but you weren't doing very well. Far too out of it to do much but loosely grip his throbbing cock. He didn't seem to mind though. Too busy writhing on Ghost's fingers while he was stretched out. The lieutenant knuckle deep and curling up against that spot that you knew would leave Soap firing blanks and still begging for more.
After he drew four orgasms out of you he finally moved on to Johnny. You could have cried you were so relieved. Thighs aching with how much you had been clenching around him. He seemed to give the Scot mercy. Having already made him a mess before he even slid his cock inside. Soap was so sensitive that the stretch alone had him whining and jerking. His limp cock twitching in the mess on his stomach. Cumming dry as tears rolled down his cheeks.
Ghost drew back slowly, laughing at how Johnny writhed in overstimulation.
He stood over the three of you. Cock still hard. The view was incredible. But you hardly had the brains left to appreciate it.
"Bunch of fuckin' perverted sluts is what you are. Takin' pictures of me. Fantasising about me. Didn't even 'ave the balls to come and tell me. Whores. The lot of you."
He neared Johnny again. And you saw genuine fear in his eyes, too weak to squirm away. But he relaxed once he saw that Ghost was only jerking off over him. Adding to the pool of cum over his abdomen. When he was finally finished he looked to you and Kyle.
"Lick it up."
There was no room for argument. Your body screamed in protest as you shifted to drag your tongue through the sticky pool. Feeling flushed as the salty taste made your cunt quiver. Part of you almost wanting to go another round.
Gaz didn't move though. Already passed out. He had been since before Ghost had even reached Johnny.
None of you were used to how Simon treated his submissives. But you all had to learn fast if you wanted to keep up with him now that he knew your dirty little secret.
tattoo artist!simon, who is also your boyfriend, can’t help but pierce your pretty tits
the tattoo parlor is empty except for the two of you. you’re spread out on the leather chair, thighs trembling, already aching for him. his thick fingers trace the curve of your nipple, pinching just enough to make you gasp. "gonna make these even prettier," he murmurs, voice rough. "wanna see you squirm when the needle goes in."
you whimper, but the sound gets caught in your throat when his other hand slides between your legs, fingers pushing into your cunt without warning. "fuck, you’re soaked," he growls, curling them just right, making your hips jerk. "knew you’d get off on this."
he pulls away to sanitize his hands and snap on a pair of black latex gloves. you breath audibly hitches as he presses the needle against your pebbled nipple.
"that’s it, baby," he coos, dark amusement in his voice. "hurts so good, doesn’t it?" your nails dig into the leather as he pierces deeper, the pain mixing with the throbbing pleasure between your thighs. "s’too much—"
"no it’s not," he interrupts, "you love it. love how much i ruin you." his thumb circles your newly pierced nipple, pushing in the barbell and you sob, your cunt clenching around nothing. "gonna make you come just from this. just from a little pain."
you shake your head, but your body betrays you, hips rolling desperately against his thigh. simon leans down, his breath hot on your ear. "think you can take my cock while i do the other one?"
before you can answer, he’s unbuckling his belt, his thick cock slapping against your thigh. "fuck—"
"exactly," he grins, lining himself up. "gonna ease the pain, sweetheart." he pushes in with one brutal thrust, stretching you impossibly wider, and you scream, back arching off the chair. "there you go," he groans, bottoming out. "fuck, you’re tight."
the needle hovers over your other nipple. "hold still," he orders, and then he’s piercing you again, this time while his cock is buried to the hilt. you sob, overwhelmed, but he doesn’t stop fucking you, each thrust jolting your body, making the pain sharper, brighter. "s’good, isn’t it?" he rasps. "hurts so fucking good."
you nod frantically, nails raking down his arms. "y-yes—"
"knew you’d like it," he growls, his pace turning punishing. "love how your cunt grips me when it hurts." you cry out a sob as he pushes in the new jewelry. "gonna come all over my cock like this?"
you can’t even answer, too lost in the way he’s wrecking you, the pain and pleasure blurring together. your nipples throb, your cunt aches, and simon fucks you through it all, his hips slamming into yours. "that’s it," he snarls, feeling you clench around him. "come for me, baby. let me feel it."
your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, violent and all-consuming, your scream muffled against his shoulder. simon doesn’t stop, chasing his own release, his thrusts turning erratic. "gonna fill you up," he grunts. "gonna mark you inside and out."
with a final, deep grind, he spills into you, his groan raw against your skin. for a moment, the only sound is your ragged breathing, his weight heavy on top of you. then he pulls back, admiring his work—your pierced nipples, your wrecked cunt, the way you’re still trembling beneath him.
"next time," he murmurs, voice low and rough, "i’ll tattoo my name right here while you're on my cock." his thumb brushes over your sternum, pressing just enough to make you shiver. "so everyone knows who you belong to."
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Guys BEAR WITH ME...wolf!soap and luminous millipede!reader....
Youre a civilian worker on base, specializing in chemicals or whatever, so you work with soap alot. Usually keeping inventory and ensuring he has all the equipment he needs for missions. And this man, he is obsessed with you.
You, who seems so mild mannered and shy at first, but hes heard you mutter the most violent insults known to man. He knows your some sort of bug hybrid, either a centipede or milipede judging by the segments on your arms and neck.
He always knew you were beautiful, insisting you had this sort of glow about you. (Gaz has taken to calling him Romeo bc he waxes on about it lol) but one day during a brutal storm, the power goes out while ur chatting with him in the armory. And you fucking?? Glow?? Like, a genuine green light that shines from your carapace. You look mesmerizing, light shining through your shirt in a way that has soap drooling. He decides then and there he has to have you.
Long story short, it doesnt take much. Apparently you also wanted soap. Hes thrilled, and you two are all over eachother. Ur pretty tactile already, and soap has no qualms about being dragged into ur burrow under piles of blankets each night if it means he gets to cuddle!
Soap gets a bit overeager sometimes, but it never becomes a problem. Until it does. Soaps kissing along ur neck lovingly when he suddenly gets the urge, and you can only gasp when his teeth press into ur skin "wait! Soap stop-" but its too late, a bitter flavor bursts all over soaps tongue and u panic. "Soap! Fuck- we need to get to medical! I produce cyanide, you dumbass!"
...one very awkward talk with the medic, an overnight stay, and a very long conversation with soap happens. You mentally note to get him a muzzle before letting him fuck you.
[Specific species reader is based on: Motyxia sequoiae]
Simon Riley that thought years in the military would kill him.
Logically, it would. He spent years out on the battlefield, on covert operations with too many high stakes. Hell, it took Johnny from him. It took his captains sanity, it turned Kyle from a golden boy into something haunted. It was always painfully, and in all honesty, it felt like he was always open to the end.
So he drowned the pain in alcohol. Like his father did.

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"No- no, Simon!" You whimper, squirming away from his hands, your own clawing at the floor.
"Cmon, you can take it." He grumbles, his voice low and command clear.
"Please- oh fuck. Simon, Simon, Simon." You recite like a prayer, squirming again as he adds pressure. You whimper and moan, fighting-- anything to get him to stop.
"Stop squirming, you need it. Take it." He commands roughly again, pinning you firmer into the wooden floorboards.
"Alright, what the fuck are you guys doing?" Soap and Gaz burst in through the door, looking down at the two of you.