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batwritings · 12 days

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Out of curiosity, would ya'll ever wanna see some characterxcharacter stories here? :3c I've seen a lot of good art that could use some stories, as well as some other instances that I won't go into detail on, but could be touched on but aren't necessarily my usual works. Thoughts?

Otherwise, requests are still definitely open! And the urge to write is real!

#bat squeaks #bat's system squeaks #cod fluff #cod smut

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batwritings · 20 days

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Sooo this one wasn't a request, but just a silly little thought that came into my head while thinking of the movie Wolf Children. ^^; Enjoy some soft werewolf Ghost!~

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The scent of blood seeping into your nostrils was what ripped you from a dead sleep. Not the weight on your stomach nor the aching of your body kept you from rest these days. Yet the freshness of the smell and how abruptly it entered your senses was an immense concern.

Your hand shot in front of you, searching for the mass that was meant to be on that part of your shared bed. Your heart sank even further when you frantically felt around the cold fabric of the sheet. Where the fuck was Simon?

You were quick to reach to your bedside for the handgun on your nightstand. You were never super keen on guns, but Ghost had been adamant about you keep some form of physical security on your person when he couldn't be there. You remember the intensity in his chocolate eyes as he taught you how to care for your weapon. Loading, reloading, cleaning, taking apart, and putting back together. You knew this little hunk of mechanisms and metal better than the back of your hand.

Gun in hand, you crept downstairs, a little more difficult now that you were eating for two. You kept your eyes trained forward, your gun pointed at the ground. That had always been your first rule; never aim unless you know who you're aiming at.

The black mass in your living room caught your eye, making you raise the weapon and click on the flashlight attached to it. "Hey!" You shouted, drawing the attention of the entity. A familiar beastly structure and a scarred muzzle made you blink in confusion as the creature turned towards you. "Simon?"

Sure enough, there was your werewolf of a partner, his fuzzy brown ears flattening to his head when he realized you were awake. The man lowered on his haunches and sunk so you could be more level with him as you approached, flicking on the lights as you went. He was refusing to make eye contact, usually a sign of apology. You though it might've been for waking you, before something else caught your eye.

The source of blood became glaringly evident immediately; a rather large pheasant was dripping blood down on your white tile as it hung in Ghost's maw. "Fucking hell Si," you groaned, setting your weapon down on the coffee table. "Gave me a heart attack when I could smell all this blood."

You gingerly removed the fowl from his gentle hold, shuffling it over to the kitchen to be dealt with later. You came back to the man all but licking his chops of the remaining fluid and viscera. A small flare of annoyance had you crossing your arms.

"And your little hunting trip couldn't wait for morning because...?" you asked. Your cheeks heated up a bit when Ghost's clawed hands cupped your sizeable stomach. You knew he had spoken before about the wolf instincts going hard and him getting the urge to provide for his mate when you'd both found out you were carrying his child. You didn't really know what to expect other than the few times you'd seen him get snippy with Soap or Price when they felt your growing bump.

The chill and moist sensation of Simon's nose against your cheek made you laugh, petting his scarred muzzle. You give his patchy fur a kiss; it was hard to be mad when you knew your werewolf partner had the best of intentions to provide.

"Thanks for looking out for us big guy."

#bat writes #simon ghost riley x reader #cod x reader #cod fluff #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley fluff #simon riley fluff

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batwritings · 20 days

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Hiya, I had an idea and saw your request are open so I'm popping in to drop this:

Dark/twisted cod boys

Imagen the cod guys (whoever you feel like doing but I've imagined it with the 141 guys) mistook you for their target after they kindly rehome you (kidnapped you and took you to their interrogation room) and try to get intel out of you but since you obviously know you're telling the truth and that they have you confused with someone else you don't give them anything.

At first, they think you're well trained when it comes to normal torture tactics and eventually try out other ideas (insert spicy scenes or whatever the twisted part of your brain tells you to write)

And of course, if you're not comfortable with it, you don't have to write it, I'm just sharing ideas, take care of yourself, eat food, drink water, and take meds✌️

Bippity boppity,

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Hi friend, this prompt is a little too close to actual r@pe for me, so I wouldn't be filling this exact prompt. Said topic is also in list of things I don't write, another reason I wouldn't be comfy filling it. If you're okay with it, I'd love to write some CNC pieces off the idea. :) Let me know yeah?

Please also be sure to take of yourself! Eats something good, drink some water, and take your meds if needed! Thank you always for sharing your ideas. :D

#bat squeaks #anon response #🍁anon

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batwritings · 21 days

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Long time no see, how’s it been, Bat?

-Hybrid

Hello friend! Things have been... very hectic and crazy, but! Things are starting to slow down so I can hopefully get back to writing. ^^ What about for you??

#bat squeaks #anon response #hybrid anon

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batwritings · 22 days

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hey there, thanks for the kind words batsy! im doing really well, actually. i think my last major update was about the baby and my boyfriend? we're going as strong as ever (i have a feeling he's gonna propose soon, but maybe that's just wishful thinking 😅), and oh our little baby boy... he's just the sweetest thing to walk the planet. he's 3 now and has a such a grand vocabulary for someone so little...

honestly, i can't say im unhappy this time around :). this is really all ive ever wanted, you know? hopefully ill remember to come by more often this year lol. keep up the great writing!!

with love, 👑.

And here I am...late again OwO;;;;;; But! I'm so glad to hear you're doing so well! :D Mans better propose to you soon dang it (/hj /nsrs) And I'm so happy to hear you and your little family are thriving!!

Keep on keepin' on yeah? I'll be around ^^

<3 Bat

#bat squeaks #anon response #👑anon

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batwritings · 22 days

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Werewolf alpha ghost with werewolf omega Fem reader where she thinks he’s been courting her by accepting all her gifts and having sex but she overhears him yelling soap he’s just using her to keep his dick wet and denying the feeling he has for. Which causes her to use scent blockers to run off and hide/avoid him until he starts to notice and miss you

Hi friend, I'm not entirely comfortable writing this, so I wouldn't be able to help you with this. Sorry!

#bat squeaks #anon response

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batwritings · 24 days

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Hey, just found your acc while looking for fluff writers and you're absolutely awesome! You don't have to answer if you don't want to ofc, but are you a system? We saw a 'written by my schlatt fictive' somewhere while looking through your stuff and istg 2 or 3 of us perked up immediately lmao

-Feathers

Thank you so much friend! Yes, I am a system ^^ and Schlatt remains a fictive and a dear part of my system to this day! I'm so sorry for the delay in responding to this, life has been a bit crazy as of late. Hope you're doing well!

#bat squeaks #petrifying-risotto

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batwritings · 3 months

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Hello! I dont know how busy you are right now, but could you possibly do a incubus! Eret and genderqueer! reader that has fem body parts with slight dumbification? The thought always stuck out to me and I really love your writing style!

- ♧Demeter Anon♧

Hi friend, I'm not currently writing for the DreamSMP right now. Sorry.

#bat squeaks #anon response

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batwritings · 3 months

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Graves x Reader: False Love (Angst)

My chest felt light, and my hands faintly trembling was the dead give away to my rising anxiety. I pressed my back more and more against the wall as I listened to Graves speak to the few Shadows he was open with. His word cutting worse than thorns that snagged and tore at the tender skin of someone’s ankles. The way he so effortlessly told his men that I meant nothing more than entertainment. It felt as though everything I had built with him was crumbling. All the good memories, tender moments, and depth ruined by mere words in matters of seconds. Everything felt unreal and off. My movements didn’t feel like my own, my voice not sounding like my own, hell even my skin felt different.

I don’t know how, but I found myself in my barracks, my legs feeling so heavy and yet so light. Had I run back to my room? How would I tell him I knew? That I had heard every word, every proud boast about him using me and my body like I were nothing. Numbly sitting on my bunk, I stared down at my trembling hands. My skin was itchy, feeling too tight and too warm for my own comfort. My hands gently grabbed a hold of the necklace Graves had bought me, it’s thin lightweight chain feeling heavy and like it was burning. I yank harshly, causing the chain to snap and fall limply in my hand. A knock sounded on my door before a voice called out, reminding me of a mission. Swallowing thickly, I get dressed into my black uniform before silently making my way to the armory.

Tugging on my 30-pound tactical vest and securing it to my body before attaching my gun holsters. Side eyeing, Graves, I could see his expression shift as he looked at me. Had everything we had been through really been a lie? Was he just trying to seem cool in front of the others? Why would he brag about it and say such nasty, degrading things about me? I gave him everything, and this is all I get in return? Cheap gifts, false words, and played by this excuse of a man. Graves gently touched my hip, offering that once cute boyish smile.

“Ready to stand with me against those Brits?” He asked softly, tilting his head. The desire to shove him away and yell profanities to him began blooming in my chest. Offering a light smile, I gently lean away from him. This needed to seem normal. There was a time and place to confront him, and now wasn’t it.

“Of course, Phil, sorry I’m not feeling too great. I’m okay. I just feel feverish, I don’t want to get you sick.” I lied while making sure he thought everything was okay. His baby blue hues seemed concerned, his expressions speaking different than his words had. Loading up with the team I pulled my black balaclava on, I settled with the rest of the team. Blending in with the rest of the team, we began traveling to the EZ. Once again, we have to face the elites of Task Force 141 in a dispute between right and wrong. The travel gave me time to think of my actions, the right and wrong, if I was on the right side of this war. Much to my delight, we would all be sent off alone to secure the area.

Splitting off from the others, I nervously placed behind me, making sure I was alone. My heart raced as I ripped off my Shadow Company patch and began pressing forward along the outside of the buildings. Dodging and weaving through abandoned cars and the buildings, I blindly pressed forward. A loud snap echoed through the sky as sharp pain made me stumble. The burning in my thigh drew my eyes down to my right leg, and blood seeping down my leg caused my breathing to pick up. Quickly grabbing gauze and pinching the once white fabric into the aching hole in my thigh, I glanced around. I packed more and more gauze into the bullet hole until I couldn’t fit anymore. With sweaty and shaking hands, I wrapped my leg, distant boots hitting the ground, driving me forward.

“Come now, sweetheart, where are you going? Did you think I didn’t notice you were off the whole way here?” Graves mocked through the communication line. My eyes scanned everything and snapped towards every sound. Panting, I quietly pleaded that I would find the members of 141 before I found myself dead by Graves’s hand. I wince with each step as the pain from being shot created a burn. Quietly climbing into a cars broken trunk, I gently hold it shut, waiting for the Shadows to pass by. I listen to the Shadows rummage around before moving on, quietly climbing out I move to find a safer location.

“So, you finally show your true colors, Phillip?” I sneer as I stick to the insides of the buildings. My heart is racing so hard I can hear my own heartbeat in my ears.

“You brought this on yourself, sweetheart. You just had to betray me like this, I was really loving what we had.” Graves said, his voice holding malice and hatred.

“No you didn’t, Phillip. I heard you earlier bragging and talking so poorly of me… I loved you, and I truly loved you!” I snap back as I dig through a few first-aid cases with hope to find something to help with pain.

“You thought this was real? There is no us, there never was. I was only using you, I never saw a future with you!” Graves snapped out, his words shattering every ounce of my heart and soul with his words. For the briefest of moments, I found myself hoping this was a nightmare and that I would wake up to his soft voice. Those soft words remind me it’s only a dream and that he would never hurt me like this. His battle worn hands gently, playing with my hair and rubbing soothing circles on my back or hips. Sadly, the burning ache from the bullet in my thigh reminded me of how real this whole situation was.

“Am I really that useless to you? Did I ever mean anything to you?” I asked, my voice trembling as I did my best to keep my emotions in check. My throat burned and felt dry as I fought off my tears, doing everything in my ability to keep myself grounded and focused on finding safety. I pressed through the house, limping as quickly as I could even as it felt like my throat was closing in on itself. I watched and waited for a moment before slipping into a worn down apartment building and began searching for a good spot to lay low. The bullet hole in my thigh throbbed and ached in ways I never thought a wound could.

“You never meant anything to me. You made for decent company and made for a good lay. That’s it.” Graves hissed as he waited to hear if his men found me. His curse coming through the earpiece as the Shadows sent to find me got ambushed by the Task Force. Praying to whatever God could hear me, I hoped the attack would create an opening for me to get further to safety. Limping through the apartment building, I could feel my eye burn as water gathered in them. Hot tears slid down my cheeks lightly, dripping to my uniform top as the energy I once had faded. With each step, I found my mind wondering what would’ve hurt more, him dying in that tank or this?

“I’m glad I got to see who you really are, Phillip Graves. Everything is temporary. This was merely one of those things. All those things people warned me about with you? They weren’t wrong, and I should have trusted them.” I seethe as I slip back outside limping towards one of the buildings. My body was beginning to feel like lead, a chill creeping into my skin. Exhaustion weighing me down enough I let my body slide down the side of a broken-down car. My eye fluttered open and shut, fighting to stay open with each waking moment. In the darkness behind my lids, a warmth touched me, lifting me up and cradling. I didn’t fight it. Instead, I let my body relax into the warmth. A gentle swaying lulling me into a comforting rest, away from the pain Graves caused me. This would be the end, I knew that. I knew I wouldn’t wake up again, and for some reason, that was okay. The darkness was comforting, and it was definitely better than constantly in pain from both the bullet or a broken heart. From within the darkness, the silence, a beeping, was heard. Steady and low. A beeping that was growing familiar with each passing moment before finally I found my eyes opening. The bright lighting made me groan and close my eyes again.

“Easy mate.” A low British accent hummed, the voice was comforting and warm. With my eyes adjusting to the light, I glance towards the voice and am greeting with the familiar face of John Price.

#cod x reader #go read this!!!#my friend is so talented!!!

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batwritings · 3 months

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Hi again Bat!! Hope your year’s going well so far. Got a couple more requests-hope you don’t mind!

Can I get Gaz with a rival reader, who’s not exactly his enemy, but has always been his competition? Basically, they’ve been frenemies since selection, before they even both got into their respective positions in 141. Between their silent competitions during training, to their snarky comments to each other during missions, they’re always trying to one-up each other. Eventually, at some point, they find themselves struggling for some semblance of control over the other in bed, desperate to win once and for all.

-Hybrid

Hmm, I don't think I've ever written anything like this! Let's give it a whirl! Enjoy!~

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You and Kyle Garrick have never gotten on well. It wasn't that you were on bad terms necessarily. The two of you had just always been neck and neck in everything, it really did give off that imagery some days.

From the moment you were selected top in one of your shared classes, to the placement of each of you on TF141. In everything, Gaz was you rival to the end. So it wasn't a surprised to see him in front of your door with a frustrated expression one night.

"I had that," he growled as you let him into your barracks. "But nooo, you just had to step in and take up the limelight didn't you?" You couldn't help but smirk, shrugging slightly as he crossed his arms defiantly.

"Wow Sergeant," you mocked, sitting back against your cot. "Didn't realize this would have you in such a tizzy. You gonna do something about it for once?" You spread your legs a bit, clearly meaning to be teasing. It was something you did all the time after a singular instance of catching the man staring while the two of you had to quickly change on a mission. Yet never once did your teammate choose to act on it.

You watched with rapt attention as chocolate eyes looked between your spread legs and your face with a distinct sneer. "You know what?" he says, uncrossing his arms, balled fists at his sides. "I am."

Before you can ask him what he'll do, Gaz is between your legs. He pushes you back against your bed, hold your arms above your head with one hand and a confident smirk. You blush wildly, clearly not expecting the reciprocation and how aroused that simple act just made you.

Eager to turn the tides, you lean up and kiss him roughly, moaning when it's returned without hesitation. Your legs hook behind his, forcing him on you further. The man hums, slipping a hand down your front to rub against your sex.

You rock your hips up, making your two sexes touch behind his hand. Gaz groans, kisses now trailing from your lips to your jaw and down your neck. You sigh in pleasure as the two of you start rocking your hips together.

It's as if the sergeant knew all of your weak spots, easily bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. Meanwhile, your filthy words were egging him on just as bad. "Fuck you feel so good Kyle," and "Please fuck, harder, more--" were things that drove him absolutely wild.

Unfortunately for you, you wouldn't be winning your little spat. One well placed nip against your clothed nipple was the breaking point, having you come undone against his clothed sex. Little appreciative kisses were pressed into your skin as your teammate praised you, ceasing all movement as to not overwhelm you.

"Well done Y/N," Gaz purrs with a rather sweet kiss pressed to your cheek. "Think that gets us even now doesn't it?" You roll your eyes, smiling deviously.

"Oh we're not done here sergeant."

#bat writes #anon reqs #hybrid anon #cod x reader #cod smut #kyle gaz garrick smut #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader #gaz smut

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batwritings · 3 months

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Hi Bat! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Happy late New Years!

I’m so down horrendous for Soap, it’s.. insane.

So, hear me out. The two are best friends, same deal as the whole werewolf thing (which I still can’t stop reading..), and they’ve always had a slight edge to their relationship. A sexual tension they both refused to address. Eventually, during some sort of mission where they’re staying together in a safe house, the reader walks in on him jerking off in their shared room. The sight of him gritting his teeth and throwing his head back as he painted and ran his hand up and down his shaft was intoxicating. Despite his embarrassment, she insists on helping him.

-Hybrid

Ooh, we're two for two on public play today guys, gals, and non-binary pals. >:3 Enjoy!~

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You and Johnny had known each other for years by this point in your lives. Nothing was sacred and the two of you knew the other like the backs of your hands. Even once you figured out your best friend on this Earth was a werewolf, it changed literally nothing.

Despite it all, the friendship did have one bump that tended to keep things...what one might call "interesting". It was no secret to anyone who saw the two of you that there was some...underlying tension, put lightly. Yet each and every time it was brought up, feelings were vehemently denied.

So how exactly you found yourself in this situation was a mystery to you, even to this day. It had been a long winded day with nothing but recon. Your eyes were burning as you sat back from your scope. "Your shift is up Y/N," comes Ghost's soft voice. "Rotate out and get some rest. It's going to be a lot of moving around tomorrow."

You nod with a strained "Thanks, L.T." as you stretch, patting your superior on the shoulder as you pass him. You were due to share a room in the safehouse with Johnny due to your track record of working well together. While the Scotsman had never been one for having much of a filter, you didn't quite expect what you walked into.

Lying back against the comically small bed was Soap, his cargo pants pulled down to his knees as he stroked himself. Even in the darkness of the room you could see the angry redness of his tip and the way he tried to conceal his noises behind the back of his hand. The door opening caught his attention, head snapping up to see who was intruding on what he thought would be private time.

"Shit, Y/N is your shift up?" He groaned, scrambling to cover himself. "I thought I'd uh..have more time. Sorry...I can finish up elsewhere." As your best friend moves to stand, you're quick to intervene. You slide yourself down between his legs so right at the perfect height for his member to rest against your lips.

You give it a chaste kiss at the tip, feeling your folds grow wet from his gasp of pleasure. "Let me help," you purr, licking a line up his shaft. You weren't entirely sure what had you acting on this; of all the times that you'd wanted to be intimate with your best friend, why was it now?

Yet you felt that question fade as you began to sink your mouth down around Soap's member. You watch through hooded lids as his beautiful baby blues flutter shut in pleasure. "Fuckin' hell," he groans, clawed hand settling on the back of your head to urge your head down further. "So fuckin' good lass."

You moan softly around the warm flesh of his cock, starting to find your rhythm as you bob your head. It's huge, barely able to reach the back of your throat without you gagging. Yet you persevere, taking time to breathe through your nose and clenching your hand around his thigh.

At one point your nose nudges against the inflated knot at the base of his member which has the man all but howling. "Do that again, please--" He pleads with a choked whine. You oblige, even managing to flick your tongue out against it.

You gag a bit as you feel Soap push your head down further on his member, legs shaking a bit as he whines. "So close, so so close Y/N please--" His words make you hum in pleasure, forgoing your body's reflexes and forcing yourself back down his length. Every bob of your head brings you closer to where you can leave kitten licks on his knot again.

You're not given much warning, just a loud growl as Soap holds you down against his knot. You can feel the tears pricking behind your eyes as he spills down your throat, doing your best to forgo your body's reflexes. With loud, huffing pants does the Scotsman help you off his member, quickly sinking down to the floor in front of you.

You look up to him with glassy eyes, unsure of what would come next. You let him lead your body like a rag doll, easing you down so your back was against the old wood of the safehouse. You can hear him sniffing, inhaling your scent as he worms his way down your body towards your soaked sex.

"Thank you for your help lass. Now you're gonna let me return the favor."

#bat writes #anon reqs #cod x reader #cod smut #johnny soap mactavish smut #johnny soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish smut

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batwritings · 3 months

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okay here me out! Hybrid au where reader is recruited into 141 and they’re all hybrids, like price is dragon, ghost a wraith, gaz a crow harpy, and last but not least soap is a werewolf. It’s pretty much common knowledge that wolves and vamps don’t mix, so when reader and soap first meet they despise each other, hate each other fr. Reader calls soap a dog, puppy, mongrel or mutt and soap calls reader a leech, bloodsucker and wtv. Now all this bickering leads to somewhere spicy, maybe all that hatred was actually sexual tension 🤷🏻‍♀️ heated and rough sexual tension to be exact. Alright thank u for listening in<3333

Sorry this one took so long friend! This is really similar to an AU that's out there for CoD and I wanted to be sure it was alright with that artist to write something with their concept. But without further ado, enjoy!~

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It was common knowledge within the hybrid community the bad blood (no pun intended) between vampires and werewolves. So when Price made the decision to add you to the team, you and Soap were immediately in an understanding. While yes, in front of higher ups things were kept professional, everyone could practically feel the tension in the room when you were both in there.

Yet nobody could quite tell just what kind of tension it was. See, it was very clear that, due to being the species you were, there was something negative between you and the Scottish sergeant. However it was also blatantly obvious that the two of you did hold some sort of strange fondness for the other.

"Nice work today leech," Soap chuckled, passing you after a mission debriefing. You rolled your eyes so hard anyone who saw you would probably think they'd roll back into your head. You set your gun back in it's locker, slamming the door.

The mission hadn't exactly gone...poorly. The job got done at the end of the day, but there were quite a few screws that went loose. The fact that they were by your hands didn't help the matter by any means.

"You got something to say mutt?" You growled, crossing your arms defiantly. Your day hadn't exactly been the best and you knew Soap knew this. You weren't exactly in the mood for the lapdog's "cutesy little pet names" as Price affectionately called it. You swore that dragon was delusional.

Much to your irritation, Soap was quick to get in your personal space. He had his arms above yours, all but pinning you to the lockers behind you. "I dunno, mate, do you?" Now you knew good and well that "mutt" was Soap's least favorite little nickname you'd given him, so his actions weren't a surprise.

What was a surprise however, was the fact that you could smell the pheromones on him. Being this close to you was turning him on, making you quirk an eyebrow. "Maybe I do puppy," you smirked, reaching down and boldly palming his erection. "You first."

Soap inhaled sharply, growling lowly as you touched him. His clawed hands came forward, swiftly pinning your free hand to the metal of the locker. He juts his knee up, making it and his thigh rub up against your sex.

It's your turn to blush, hand moving more intentionally now to make him harder. You let out a soft whine when he starts to rock himself back and forth, stimulating you. Bodies are moving on their own now, pure instinct driving the interaction.

You're not sure when you ended up kissing him, or when the two of you stripped from the waist down. But here it was, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, the werewolf that drove you absolutely insane, was helping hold you up as he fucked you against the lockers. You had your arms locked around his neck, nails scratching at the base of his ears as you praised him with soft moans of "good boy," over and over.

"So good," he groaned, claws digging slightly into the soft flesh of your ass as he fucked you roughly. A particularly sensitive spot gets brushed by the head of his cock and it has you letting out a keen of pleasure. Combined with the tugging of his knot against your hole, you knew you wouldn't be lasting long.

It was so rough, raw, and hot, the two of you nearly forgot where you were. Each of you was lost in a haze of pleasure, your noises quiet save for the slapping of skin and slight shuddering metal. You drew yourself closer the more you inched towards your climax to nip at his neck, barely nicking the skin to lap at his blood.

"Close dove, I'm close," Soap growls, his previous rhythm lost to the urges and instinct to breed you as his knot slipped inside you. The extra insertion and attempts to keep yourself from completion meant you could only nod dumbly as a sign you were fine with him coming inside you. With a howl that he muffled against your shoulder, he finished, the two of you locking together where you ended and he began. You weren't far behind, head smacking slightly into the metal as you came, drawing your own blood as you tried to keep yourself quiet.

You and the sergeant panted heavily as you came down from your respective highs. The brunette's tail was wagging ever so slightly behind him and you couldn't help but chuckle. There was a lightness in your chest that you couldn't place, but it was certainly nice to not feel at your teammate's throat for once.

"While the show was appreciated," came a voice that seemed to materialize from the shadows. Ghost appears to your right, body shifting out of his Wraith form as he leans against the locker room door frame. "Next time, maybe pick somewhere a little more secluded to work out your anger issues eh?" Both you and Soap couldn't help but flush in embarrassment.

"Sorry L.T."

#bat writes #anon reqs #cod x reader #cod smut #johnny soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish smut #johnny soap mactavish smut

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batwritings · 4 months

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Man... It's been such a long time since I've been on this page. I hope you had a great holiday season and I also hope you're doing well! Since the year has only just begun I figured "why not pop in" yk? Season's greetings and all that. At least I think that's the saying 😅. Anyway, how've you been? I kinda miss our only-so-often back and forth conversations ❤️.

Returning once again, 👑.

!!!!!!! It's good to hear from you friend! :D I hope you're doing well also and that your holidays went super well, as well as that you had a fun new years eve!

I've been doing alright myself. :) Trying to get back into my groove and write more as well as find my balance in life again y'know? What about you? I hope all is going smooth at the very least. ^^;

#bat squeaks #anon response #👑anon

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batwritings · 4 months

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Words of Affirmation

I saw a tiktok from someone named ColonelCakez as König and their caption read how to some, König is a character in a video game. But to them and many others, he's a comfort. I got to thinking about my own mental state, how down I've been about recent events in my personal life and how I'd love to hear comforting words from these characters that hold such a special place to me and many more. So here are a few words from CoD characters that you may need to hear. I may do one for Obey Me and even the DSMP if people want it. :) Please remember how special and loved you really are. Enjoy!

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Simon "Ghost" Riley "Are you going to spend all your time moping or are you going to do something about it?" You look up to Ghost who slowly sits on the steps beside you, his more casual mask loose on his face. "I...don't know how," you mumble, watching the rain fall to the ground. "But you know there's something you can do. Pick a spot, the easiest spot, and start there."

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish "Easy mate, take a breather," Soap tells you, both hands firm on your shoulders. "Now look at me. It's not all gonna get fixed right now. But it will. The world's not going to explode from a few mistakes. Take my word on that one aye?"

John Price "Quite bottling it up," Price's voice is soft, a fatherly hand on your head. "The more you bottle, the worse the aftermath will be. Let it out yeah?" He holds you firmly as you cry into his shoulder.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick "I know what it's like to feel like the world is falling around you, away from you," Gaz says quietly, sitting next to you in the barracks. "But only if you let it. You have the strength to break your fall and get back on your feet. I've seen you do it before, you can do it again."

König "You need to give yourself more credit meine liebe," König kneels in front of you, holding your hands with such tenderness. "You are doing the best you can with what life has handed you. Do not listen to their opinions; they don't know you. Put on your ear protection and keep doing your best."

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin "I know personally how hard it can be when you feel trapped, like the world is against you," Horangi's voice is warm and soft as he holds you against his chest. "But you have claws. You have the ability to fight back and take your life back. Fight for it."

Nikolai "Come now my friend," The pilot says with a knowing smile. "You have not failed. Only needed to stop for repairs. When life hits you and turns your perspective upside down, you need only turn it back around. It is not impossible, you've seen how I do it." He smacks his helicopter a few times, making you crack a smile.

Nikto "We know all too well what it is like to feel like you are alone, that you have nothing. That you are nothing," Nikto tells you, leaning in the doorway to your room. "Sometimes you have to learn that it's okay to trust others and let them in again. They aren't going to hurt you as badly as your mind is making you think."

Sebastian Krueger "Having people leave hurts, especially when it's outside our control," Krueger sighs, lifting the netting to take a drag from his cigarette. As he blows out a puff of smoke, he continues. "But forcing yourself into a life of isolation is worse. There will always be opportunities to patch the damage to your heart."

Philip Graves "Turn that frown upside down sunshine," Graves tells you with a pat on the back. "Neither of us are going anywhere till the job gets done. And trust me, it'll get done just fine."

Alejandro Vargas "Don't look so down cariño," Alejandro tips your chin up to look at him as he gives you his signature sharp-toothed grin. "Los Vaqueros have your back. You can rely on us; you're not alone."

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra "Hey what's wrong amor?" Rudy questions, holding your face gently. "It's all going to be okay. We're going to figure things out one step at a time okay? You and me." He puts a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. "Promise."

Valeria Garza "Come on chiquito/a, let's get you up," Valeria helps you to your feet, brushing dirt and dust off your pants and shirt. "Try again yeah? You think I took the title of El Sin Nombre without falling off the bull a few times? You can do this."

Kate Laswell "Everyone makes mistakes, I'm certainly no exception," Laswell puts her hand on your shoulder. "I've seen you do this before, I know you can do it again. Go prove them wrong, take no prisoners."

Alex Keller "I've been through my fair share...and you see what happened because of that," Alex points to his prosthetic before standing and you watch it support his weight. "But that was only one part of who I am. I'm a hell of a lot more than that, and I know you are too."

Farah Karim "I know what it feels like to have the weight of the world on your shoulders, like everything is riding on your success," the resistance leader tells you. The rising sun paints her in an ethereal light as she smiles at you. "It is always important to remember who is in your corner, and who will turn their back on you when the war is over. Remember how to trust but not make yourself vulnerable. Guard, but don't push away those who would help you."

Keegan P. Russ "Choices are never easy, especially when you don't know the right ones to make," Keegan puts his mask back on as he approaches you, knocking his forehead into your oh so gently. "Whatever choice you make will be the right one for you kid. Don't second guess yourself so much, you know yourself and your situation better than that."

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Thanks for doing my requests!! Hope you had a great Christmas yesterday! Oh, and thank you for giving Simon a knot instead of barbs in the leopard fic, that would’ve been tragic o.o

-Hybrid

Of course!! I really appreciate you sending them and I hope they're helping you heal up from surgery ^^ I also hope your Christmas went well and uh yeah I too am happy with that decision for change ^^;

#bat squeaks #anon response #hybrid anon

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Sebastian Krueger Masterlist

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Hi Bat! Merry Christmas, if you celebrate! I feel like it’s been a while since I’ve seen you do group headcanons; can I get Keegan, Ghost, Gaz, Konig, Horangi, and Soap (if that’s too many, I completely understand! you can just pick a few.) on a mission alone with their lover, maybe infiltrating a facility of some sort, when their darling simply just pulls them aside declares they want to give them a quick handjob/blowjob, out of neediness. Maybe the reader’s just a little too into the thrill of them possibly getting caught, or maybe they just can’t wait until they get back. Thanks!!

-Hybrid

Okay but like...I'm fairly certain I would be said reader. >.> Not that I like thrills, I just have ZERO shame. /hj Also, Merry Christmas for those who celebrate, as well as a blessed Yule and a Happy Hanukkah and holidays! Enjoy!~

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Keegan P. Russ Keegan normally took missions as a ghost VERY seriously. He knew communication was essential during these missions, especially when dealing with Rorke back on the loose. So when you pulled him into a nearby closet for a quick little thrill, he was quick to ask what the actual fuck you were doing. Unfortunately, Keegan is weak as hell for you, so the moment you get your hands on his member, his eyes roll back a bit. "Make it quick kid," he growls, switching the channel on his comms so the both of you aren't heard, even on accident. You're true to your word, making sure there's no evidence of your little stint. "Pull something like that again, and you'll regret it once we're home."

Simon "Ghost" Riley Simon Riley is a no nonsense man, even more so on missions. But even you could see how his anger was affecting him and the decisions he was making. As an intervention, you pulled him aside while the team was switching positions. "You need a quick destress," you tell him, getting on your knees and pulling his member out before he can protest. Any argument Simon tries to make is muted the moment you get his cock in your mouth. He's finished as quick as it started as you help him straighten his appearance. "Not a word of this later." He threatens, despite his soft brown eyes telling you that he was thankful.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick Gaz, albeit serious about his work, is much more impulsive than the rest of the task force. Which means he's a bit more amenable to following you when you pull him aside for a moment. He's genuinely confused until you get on your knees, which he gives you a smirk in response to. "Cheeky thing aren't you?" He groans when you get your hands and mouth on his cock. He's so tempted to ask you to leave the cum splattered on your lips and cheek but Gaz knows better. "Next time we should take care of that before we go yeah?"

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin Horangi has become a lot more at ease with himself over the years, and in that knowledge comes learning when to give into urges. He's never been one to let his relations with you interfere with missions for KorTac, but even a man as strong as him had a weak spot. He'll contemplate if the quickie is worth it before inevitably following you off. "씨발," Horangi would curse, trying his best to cover his noises. He felt lowkey bad for slightly abandoning the mission in exchange for pleasure, but the smile on your face made it worth it. "There'll be more where that came from if you can be good and patient."

König The normally reserved König you knew in closed quarters was gone on missions. As a colonel, he had a bit of a reputation to uphold. And yet...here he was, getting pulled to the side by you for a quick blowjob. "Scheiße, quickly now schatz," he'd groan, head knocking against the metal wall behind him. You hit all the right spots, all the points that normally made him sob in pleasure, whining quietly as he comes across your face. "Good pet...now, let's rejoin the others. We'll talk about this later in my quarters."

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish Probably the riskieset of this group of people. Soap is the type of person who would do it while doing recon and still respond to comms calls. He wants to see how far the two of you could go without getting caught. "He's moving LT," The Scotsman would report to Ghost, immediately groaning when you lick over the head of his cock. Moments after he comes, he'd be on the move, helping you up as he messily puts himself away. "More later yeah?"

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