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heavenlyhandscribbles · 3 months

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a very normal, not at all sexually charged, thing to imagine about your serial killer ex-therapist sort-of coworker not-really friend who framed you for murder, while in therapy with said ex-therapist.

and why do you keep thinking about his feet

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heavenlyhandscribbles · 4 months

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I’m not sure if you take requests but could you do Hannibal or hannigram (your choice!) with a darling who eats a lot? Like they’ll eat four times their weight in food and still have room for dessert?

guhhh i don't use this account any more, and don't write for hannigram anymore. but if you wanna read fucked up cod fiction, i have that on my current roster lmao

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heavenlyhandscribbles · 4 months

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Stolen glances, moments passing between the two, a weird balance of fatherly instincts flaring up in Price, as well as a need to consume. Devour you whole, take you for what you’re truly worth. Surrounded by all this masculinity, it must be so confusing for a little girl.

Or: A controversial fic about Price seeing a trans-masc Sergeant in 141 as a girl and then wanting to be his father and also fuck him.

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heavenlyhandscribbles · 4 months

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what if i bashed you against the wall until you were red mush but in a cute way

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heavenlyhandscribbles · 4 months

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petpet

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heavenlyhandscribbles · 4 months

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Self-Indulgent Price fic with my best friends OC, Luke, who is a snake hybrid, and Price who is a dragon hybrid. The breeding dynamics are wonky, there is talk of eggs, and breeding with eggs.

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heavenlyhandscribbles · 5 months

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“It definitely broke our spirits,” said Brittany Harris, 17, a junior and the co-president of the club, when she heard that the board didn’t want to accept the grant that students had worked on for weeks.

LGBTQ teens won a grant for their school. Adults sent the money back.

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heavenlyhandscribbles · 5 months

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Hey kid! wanna see a magic trick

*shakes head*

TOO BAD!

*posts after months long hiatus for a brand new fandom and with horrid tags*

AS ALWAYS MY FICS ARE 18+

Anyways I'm back and more controversial than ever, enjoy you shit bags. All my love,

Elliot

Information about fic below:

Summary: In which Soap gets caught on the alone mission, and Ghost gets the videos. Ghost is a terrible person in this. I say that with my full chest. He's gross and filthy, and thinks about Soap as nothing more than something to use. Enjoy that I guess. First post on my AO3, and first COD fic ever, but not my first controversial fic ever.

Tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, John Price (Call of Duty), John "Soap" MacTavish , Simon "Ghost" Riley, Major character death loosely used, Simon "Ghost" Riley is a Bad Man, Gore, Blood and Gore, Mild Gore, Arousal from Gore, Violence, Blood and Injury, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Masturbation, Body Horror, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Rape/Non-Con Elements, Cock & Ball Torture, Skin Carving, Skin Flaying, Flaying, Waterboarding

#cod mw2 #ghost cod #cod modern warfare #call of duty #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #mw2 #ghoap #ghoap smut #ghoap fic #soapghost #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #cw: gore #simon “ghost” riley is a bad man #blood and gore #non con #waterboarding

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heavenlyhandscribbles · 5 months

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Meetings are hard - Phillip Graves x Male Reader SMUT

I want to degrade this man so fucking bad so uh, yeah, this is literally just humiliating him repeatedly. Enjoy!

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

Dear god, this man, always well put together and looks like he knows what he’s doing. But he’s ruined as soon as he realizes his boyfriend can see him in it. (Y/n) had always enjoyed teasing Phillip whenever he put on formal wear, but he loved it. Loved seeing his commander of a lover in things that were only worn occasionally. It gave him a sense of pride to see him in something so flattering. But it came to a head when he needed to attend meetings with the Shadows or other. All (Y/n) saw was another opportunity to tease him and make him struggle to control himself.

“A-as for our next- ha- next mission, we’ll be going to Urzikstan- and helping the ULF with some… some Konni group.” Every second was a nightmare for Phillip, one word was barely out of his mouth before he wanted to moan and whine like a slut. No matter how much (Y/n) turned up the vibrator stuck inside him, he refused to crack to show that man an ounce of power over him in front of his Shadows. But damnit it was hard to keep it together, to not just walk across the room and demand that his boyfriend fix the problem he started. And all (Y/n) could do was grin from the other side of the meeting room, his eyes locked forward and a hand holding his head up and the other in the pocket of his jacket, holding the remote control to the vibrator.

“We’ll be- ngh, be heading out in three days at 0900, be…be ready Shadows.” With that final white knuckle grip to the table, Phillip pulled back only to swiftly grab a file folder and bring it over to cover his crotch, where there wasn’t a very obvious tent, but it was surely enough for someone to notice it. And that someone was already very away how turned on Phillip was, and he felt the same.

(Y/n) eagerly followed the commander out of the meeting room and gave his ass a playful smack once they turned down the hallway leading to the barracks. “Someone’s struggling to keep his composure, want me to help you out there, commander Graves?”

Phillip couldn’t help but let out a muffled moan at (Y/n)’s smack to his ass, and a small groan at his teasing, his eyes flickering over to his boyfriend for a moment. “Not funny, Lieutenant. You started this problem, and you better damn well end it.”

The threat was empty coming from him, and they both knew it, so (Y/n) simply laughed a little before grabbing Phillip by his arm and pulling him into their shared room of the barracks, pinning him to the wall with a smirk. “So what? You want me to take that vibrator out and fuck you myself? That’s cute coming from you, sweetheart.”

“Stop teasing me (Y/n), I know you wanna fuck me, you’ve been a bitch all day just leaving this- ngh, in me.” Right as he complained, the other man turned up the strength of the vibrator, determined to get Phillip to crack under the pleasure, it always worked, what was new today?

“Desperate little whore, just begging for someone to fuck him properly, but only good boys get what they want. So, ask nicely.” His words held a sharp tone, (Y/n) knew how to get what he wanted, and he gripped Phillip’s jaw to turn his eyes forward again, the vibrations getting stronger once more as his leg pushed between the other man’s to rub against his crotch.

The commander’s breath hitched as he let out a small whine, feeling (Y/n)‘s thigh rubbing against his dick through his pants, something about being treated so humiliatingly was always a turn on, always made him want to be good. “P-please, sir…fuck me, ill- ah~ I’ll be good.”

“Now that’s a good boy.” (Y/n)‘s words came out husky as he pulled his leg back and instead grabbed Phillip by his hips, pushing him further into the room until his legs hit the bed, and he consequently fell down on top of it, his dick leaving a small tent in his pants, even hard he was still adorably small. “Spread ‘em, let me see you.”

Phillip followed the order without much hesitance, his legs spreading as one hand went down to start unbuckling his belt, only for it to be slapped away by (Y/n)’s hand with a small tut. “Don’t be greedy, you’ll get what you want, be patient.” The other man let out a small whine as his hips bucked up slightly into his boyfriend’s touch, it took everything in him to not just flip the two of them over and ride him like there was no stopping him. (Y/n) smirked slightly ad his own hands moved to undo Phillip’s belt and pants, pulling them down slowly and teasingly along with his boxers, the sight of his small but stiff as a rock dick made him smile.

“Excited now, aren’t we?” Phillip turned his head away in embarrassment at the teasing before one of (Y/n)‘s hands came up to grip his jaw and turn his head back. “Look at me when I take what’s mine.” The other man didn’t waste a second before grasping Phillip’s small cock in his hand and starting to jerk him off, his movements quick and slightly rough, knowing full well that it was only making the vibrator stuck inside him worse to deal with.

“Ha- (Y-Y/n) please~.” Phillip’s hips bucked up into (Y/n)‘s hand, his walls clenching around the vibrator bullet inside him as his eyes fluttered slightly, one hand coming up to grasp his boyfriend’s upper arm, trying to control himself with the pleasure. The blonde commander was so close yet so far, and he knew damn well that his orgasm was in the other man’s hands, quite literally with (Y/n)’s hand gripping and moving along his length with harsh strokes.

“Awww, is someone getting desperate?” The other man taunted Phillip with a smirk, leaning down to press a few kisses to his neck while nipping at his skin. The hand wrapped around his boyfriend’s dick started to move faster while the other slipped up his dress shirt and started to pinch his nipples gently through the fabric, eliciting more moans and whines from Phillip.

The commander’s head fell back against the pillows as he tried to hold himself together, even as his hips bucked up into the hand on his cock and the vibrator still buzzing violently inside him. “(Y/n)- sir please…’m so close.” Almost to accentuate his point, Phillip’s hips bucked up again as he started to clench around the vibrator, which only seemed to make things worse for him as his orgasm got closer.

“Then use this little dick of yours like you should and cum for me.” The order was harsh and husky against the blonde man’s neck as his boyfriend continued to jerk him off, a small smirk on his face as he heard Phillip let out a louder moan while his hips stuttered and he came, shooting a load across his hand and chest. “That’s a good boy.”

Pulling his hand back with a small laugh, (Y/n) let his tongue come out for a moment before he got a better idea and moved his hand closer to Phillip’s mouth and looked at him sternly. “Clean up your mess, slut.” The harshness of the order nearly set the commander off for a moment before he opened his mouth and leaned forward, his tongue gently cleaning off his boyfriend’s hand.

“And I wonder how the Shadows can be scared of you, you’re just my little toy, ain’t ya, baby?” Phillip’s eyes were half-lidded as he looked up at (Y/n), his tongue slowly pulling back into his mouth as his head fell back against the pillows before speaking. “Yes…your toy, sir.”

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heavenlyhandscribbles · 6 months

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masterlist

quick things:

i'm bo (she/her) and this is a sideblog, so likes/follows aren't from here and i don't reply to comments! i'm currently keeping my main blog a government secret, sorry lol. if you want me to respond, send an ask!!!

you can find me on ao3, twitter, and bluesky (if twitter dies)

my fics are generally nsfw and dark (as in noncon!!), so 18+ only please. i try my best to tag accordingly, but if that's not your thing please just move on lol. tell me if i need to tag something differently!

my writing tag is #bo writes, asks tag is #asks and answers. and things i'm not comfortable writing are here

taken anon emojis: 🌙, 🌚, 🦢, 🍋, 🪶, 🎃, 💙, 💕, 🔪, 🥍, 🦇, 🪷, 🧸, 💥, 🦷, 🐏, 🪐, 🦋, 🕸, 🎧, 🍭, 🐰, 🐈, 🐈‍⬛, 🤖

full fics:

don't leave me locked in your heart (ghost x soap x reader) (#dlmliyh)

run until you feel your lungs bleeding (ghost x reader)

drabbles

won't you stay? (noncon ghoap puppyplay)

howling and barking (toxic ghoap puppyplay)

ghoap x reader primal play (companion to dlmliyh)

au's without anything actually written

abo au

soulmate au

serial killer ghoap x reader (x blind reader)

conqueror ghost x princess reader x knight johnny

other??

kinktober

1,000 followers celebration game

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heavenlyhandscribbles · 6 months

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Personally I’d go until my soft pallet is bruised and I’ve thrown up on it but haha that’s just me!!

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heavenlyhandscribbles · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 8 - Breeding

John Price x Reader - 1k (on ao3)

summary: You worry that your boss sees your relationship as more long-term than you do. (Reader POV, second person)

cw: implied stealthing, under negotiated breeding kink, one-sided daddy kink

You tell yourself it’s just a kink.

You’re not ready to become a mother - you’d like to be married for at least a year before even trying for a baby, and you’d like to have an established career before even getting married. For you, the idea of a bun in the oven is so far down the line it’s not even visible on the horizon yet.

But you know it’s not the same for Price. He’s older than you, has lived a far wilder life and lost it what must be nearly a dozen times over. He’s a weathered man, with deep lines on his forehead and wrinkles around his eyes, just the tiniest hint of silver creeping into his beard.

You know it’s not smart to have a fling with him. Not only is he your boss and a controversially older man, but he’s also the exact opposite of a commitment-phobe like you. He’s always looking for more commitment in fact, something you hadn’t expected considering the illicitness of your relationship with him.

You'd assumed an affair with your boss would involve mostly quickies in closets, a refusal to be in the same room as one another during the workday, maybe even pretending to dislike each other around other coworkers. Instead, he talks to you more once you start sleeping together than he had before - he parks himself on your desk at any time he pleases, invites you to have lunch in his office with him (alone), and laughs when your co-workers call him your work-husband.

So you know that he wants more, that he wants you to really be with him (he hints at far more than just that, but doesn’t dare say it aloud, which you’re glad for) past just being his secretary and his fuckbuddy.

In fact, he’d nearly torn you into two when you’d giggled and called him a “bootycall” after he called you back into work hours after you’d gone home. His face had gone from eager and affectionate to what you can only call scolding, and he’d been rougher with you than normal. You enjoy a few smacks to your ass, but that night he’d spanked you hard enough to leave you squirming the next morning when you sat at your desk. You’d been pouty about it, had glared only half-playfully at him when he smirked, but the way he ate you out on his desk for lunch more than made up for the discomfort.

And he makes these… comments sometimes, while he’s buried inside you. Things that allude to a future you’re not ready for.

Gotta come after me, sweetheart, it takes better like that.

Hips up, don’t let any of me drip out.

Gonna make me a daddy, pretty thing? Huh? Gonna take my cum and grow me a baby?

My good fuckin’ girl, lettin’ me breed her pretty cunt.

Gonna look so pretty, all round for me. Gonna take such good care of you.

C’mon, honey, wanna make sure it sticks this time.

You tell yourself it’s just a kink. He plugs you up with a couple fingers once he’s finished, says “Just to make sure you don’t lose any of my cum, can’t be wastin’ it right now,” and licks your clit until your legs shake.

He hardly fucks you in any position that isn’t bent over his desk, no matter how much you whine and beg for me. He just smacks your ass, gives you an extra orgasm or two to keep you placated. More often than not he leaves you bent over the desk after he’s finished, tilts your hips up a little higher and gives you a kiss on the temple as he sits back in his seat to get back to work.

You’d told him to use a condom the first few times, even though you’ve been on birth control for years. You’ve always been responsible with flings, been more than willing to send a man packing at the first hint of whining if he didn’t want to wear protection. A baby has never once crossed your mind as an option, and it certainly doesn't now.

So it was instinct to tell Price to put on a condom before he fucked you the first time. And he had, without kicking up any fuss about it past a furrowed brow and a grumble or two.

But then the condom broke, and you were left with his cum dripping down your thighs. You’d had a moment of panic, but he’d given you money for Plan B, and you told yourself the odds of getting pregnant with Plan B and birth control were so low it wasn’t worth stressing out over.

The condom broke the second time. And the third. And the fourth. And the fifth. And every time after that you asked him to wear one.

At some point you stopped asking, and he never remembered himself. A few muttered questions about what brand he’d been using between fevered kisses, thick fingers at your cunt a distraction, and eventually you told yourself it wouldn’t matter as long as you kept taking the birth control pills.

It would be rude to demand Plan B after every round, right? Plus, asking for cash minutes after you'd both gotten off always made you feel a bit... dirty. When you feel him drip down your thighs, when you pull your panties up and feel the mixture of both of you gather there, you tell yourself that the birth control will surely do it's job, and you try not to worry.

Now, pulling open the drawer where you keep your pills, you wonder if maybe all his talk of babies and his cum taking is more than just heat-of-the-moment dirty talk.

You stare down at the empty drawer and every time he’s called himself Daddy echoes in your ear like a choir.

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