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“Don’t… touch me, Cap,” John wheezes, his fingers curling into claws as he tries to pull at his own vest. The friction of the Kevlar like sandpaper on raw nerves. “I’ll… burn ye.”
“Jesus,” Price murmurs under his breath, but there is no hesitation from Simon, the man stripping off his gloves, tendrils of frost curled around his fingertips.
“Simon,” John grits. “Don’t.”
“You can’t hurt me, Johnny,” Simon murmurs, hands moving to John’s vest, careful movements as helps him rip it off.
For COD Hybrid Week 2026!
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Arthur gets some answers, and about thirty-thousand more questions to his predicament.
He enlists Charles's help, but things become tangled when the stone he sought has effects more powerful than they expect.
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- Part 4 of Golden threads
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In all his years spent hunting people as an occupation, Din has forgotten the blood that he carries—that he was always a predator.
Now that he's been reminded of his long forgotten designation, from a house cat no less, he must find a way to re-connect with a part of himself he buried. Childhood trauma is a hell of a thing to tackle while defending villagers from Raiders, but in service to his blood family, he will see this task through.Series
- Part 1 of Kat Verse
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Grogu chooses capture over rescue, a decision made, and a future averted.
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- Part 2 of Kat Verse
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Arthur's wanderings have consequences he thought only happened in the books he read as a teen, folk tales have always been his favorite, if only because they are known to be outlandish and untrue.
If only.
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- Part 3 of Golden threads
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catch unposted(art, wips, ramblings maybe?) but related posts to the story on my tumblr.
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the werewolf au from a unapologetic shifter/were enjoyer, with hints of other supernatural twists to come.
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It took a second, but Ghost felt fury building up in his belly at the thought – some fucking wanker going around, finding people- leaving Johnny in the corner as if he was undesireable. As if he wasn’t the one thing that Ghost wanted to get his hands on at all times.
“He- what the fuck, Johnny? So he’s just having you sit back and watch-”
“I- no, no, that’s not-” Soap frowned, the expression almost more of a pout as he waved his hand dismissively. “He likes watchin’ me fuck around with other lads.”
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Or, Soap's husband is into cucking. Soap... isn't so sure about it.
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- Part 13 of ✨ COD smut ✨
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His ruts were less a haze of possessive, sex-fueled rage, and more of a massive fucking discomfort. His skin always felt too tight, too small – like there was an itch under the layers of flesh, in his very bones that he couldn't reach.
But that was before he returned to Mexico. Before he spent what could've been hours helping his sergeant through bloody, rain-slick streets.
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- Part 7 of ✨ COD smut ✨
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Five times Soap and Ghost have sex and one time they don't.
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The progression of Soap and Ghost's relationship shown through switching pov scenes of sex + intimacy with unspecified time between each
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"We should Facetime".
"'Course, love," he replies. They always FaceTime when duty forces them apart. Ghost shakes his head, finally peering up at him, thumb still brushing absentmindedly over his entrance.
“I mean while I fuck you,” he says lowly, voice gravelly with desire, his eyes dark as they rove over Soap’s face. “I want you to see what I see. Want you to see how beautiful you look when I ruin you”.OR
Ghost wants Soap to watch himself get fucked in real time
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- Part 15 of COD One Shots
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This was absolutely not how Soap imagined this op going. Get in, clear the building, maybe crack a joke or two with Ghost over comms. Easy. Standard. Piece of bloody cake. Instead, he found himself crammed into a tiny broom closet, chest-to-chest with his lieutenant, both of them gasping for air like they'd been shoved into a vice.
Actually, scratch that. Crammed into a tiny broom closet, chest-to-chest with the lieutenant he'd been harboring a massive, pathetic crush on for years.
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Or: the one where Soap fucks around (literally) and finds out (literally), except it spirals out of control. As per usual.
He is so fucked (again, literally.)