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its like our sicknesses matched up, my stomach pains felt like i was giving birth the whole day

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Oh no sharky :((( I hope you feel better! Wishing you well

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Unfortunately I won't be writing works for a bit. I might be sick, as I feel not too good right now 😕

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can i be your shark bubble buddy pretty please with a cherry on top

Yes, of course sharky! You can use the emoji 🦈 :))

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Spirit

TW: murder, graphic murder, blood, knives, guns, shooting, kidnapping, death, this fic is dark. Again, if you're a sensitive person, I really wouldn't read this.

Spirit was a strong thing. It is the last line of defense for humans, determination and adrenaline working to give hope in the darkest of times. It saved you, too.

A boot met your face, Makarov beating you. Blood fell from your nose and mouth, having to endure the pain waves after waves. Just tell us, give up the intel. Makarov demanded, his boot colliding with your body once again, and you definitely heard a crack from your arm. It hurt so bad, but you would not allow Makarov to see you vulnerable. You bit your tounge and didn't speak.

Days passed. Weeks. You stayed obedient and didn't spill a word, while Makarov beat you with an inch of your life. You were so weak, you just wanted to sleep. Just to rest. Everyday, Makarov would allow the 141 to see you for 30 seconds and it would be cut off. They always said they'd come for you, but they weren't here. They couldn't come.

As your hope dwindled day by day, you couldn't take it anymore. You grew restless.

Finally, the 141 had come to save you. Gaz broke down the door, as Price rushed in to start cutting your chains. But then, a gun fired, hitting Price.

You looked to where the shot came from, and Makarov's men were there. Gaz had also fallen, those men killed your friends. Something in you just snapped.

You started to tug at your chains, your hands losing blood flow. The men fired at you, hitting your shoulder and lower chest. But it didn't hurt. All the rage came out at once as you ripped free of the chains, charging at the men. You took the first man's gun and shot him with it, taking his knife and slitting his throat. Another, your knife stuck into another's forehead and shooting at the other two. Ripping it out of him, you turned onto another and sliced his head off, the muscles and tendons making it difficult, but so much more satisfying. Moving your mangled self down the hallway, you slit both their throats and watched the blood spew out. You looked into one of their eyes, as they begged you to not kill them, but you just finished the job with a bullet between the eyes.

You made it to Makarov, ripping the door open with your good arm, practically jumping at him. Your knife plunged into his jugular multiple times, ripping out his esophagus. It was safe to say he was definitely dead after that.

Lad?? Lad where are ye!? Soap yelled through the hallways, eventually finding you over makarovs dead body. He fell to his knees and hugged onto you, not letting go. Ghost! He screamed into his radio, they're in makarovs office! As you laid in his arms, all you wanted to do was sleep.. so you did.

The next thing you knew, you awoke in the medical wing. Your arm was in a cast and you had many bandages on yourself. You were about to ask what happened, but Ghost silenced you. Hush, you're in the medical wing. It's best you don't talk. Also, Price is still recovering but Gaz is well. There's nothing to worry about. He smiled, brushing the hair out of your face. You just get some rest, sergeant. He said, leaving the room.

Once Price had recovered, and you left the medical wing, everything went back to normal. At least.. you hoped so.

#cod modern warfare #john mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #cod #simon ghost riley #tf 141 #john soap mactavish #john price #sudzyswritings #call of duty makarov #vladimir makarov

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That was so freaking good Sudzy I love your writing!!!! -🌌

Aww thank you! You're so sweet 🤭 can't wait for more prompts from you 💗!

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how do you feel about a ghost/soap/m!reader poly fic? You could probably incorporate a/b/o into that, and I have some ideas (:

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Hello anon!

Loving this prompt ‼️

Two on one

TW: smut, dick mention, heats

You, Ghost, and Johnny were in a polyamourus relationship. You loved your boyfriends, your two omega lovers always being sweet to you. When they came home from deployment, they fell into your arms eagerly.

This time, they practically pounced on you. "Hello boys. I'm happy to see you." You petted their heads, them purring under your touch. Though, it was strange they ran into your arms so fast. Had something happened? "Did something happen? You two are more touchy than usual today." You inquired, looking at Ghost, who hugged onto you tighter than Johnny. Have you not looked at the calendar? Ghost responded back. You glanced at the calandar to see that both their heats were soon. A couple of days in fact, and you hadn't prepared or anything. "Oh." You mentally cursed yourself, forgetting this special period of time. Not very nice of ye, lad. Soap pouted, though he still hung onto you. "I'm sorry boys. I was busy, and I completely forgot. I'll be ordering everything right now." You unfortunately had to leave Ghost and Johnny alone in the living room, grabbing your laptop. You ordered everything they would need, like protein bars, easy food (aka snacks or something you don't have to cook), electrolyte drinks, cooling packs, etc.

Heats were fun to the alpha, yes, but for the omega it would be horrible. Being constantly hot and sweaty, hungry, thirsty, and incredibly horny. Despite the sex appeal of heats, you knew it would be tough for them.

Eventually, it came the day before their heats. Their heats have synced this time (thank god) so it will just be at the same time, instead of that unlucky time... It had happened a few months ago. After Ghost had his heat, the second it ended, Johnny started his, also triggering Ghost's again. You have no idea how you survived that.

You were bathing Johnny, making sure to wash him well. During heats, getting up from bed can be tough. So, you try to get him as clean as possible. Naw lad! I don't need a shave! My stubble is jus' comin' in! He whined, moving all around. "Soap, please. Your stubble will grow back in no time, i promise." You reassured him. Soap whined, but he stayed still for you. You knew not to shave his mowhawk, as he would never forgive you. You bathed him after. With Ghost, he didn't complain too much.

After cleaning them, you started to change the bedsheets and wash them well. Vacuuming, cleaning up, organizing, you did it all. After it all, you were exhausted. Ghost made dinner, and Johnny read a little before all 3 of you climbed into bed for a peaceful sleep. Until their heat hit.

Pheromones wafted towards your nose as you heard Ghost and Johnny shimmy out of their pj's, leaving their sweaty skin bare. "Darlings..?" You slurred, sitting up. You could hear their little whines, as the two boys simultaneously pawed at your boxers. "My poor boys." You cooed, taking your boxers off. Johnny practically jumped onto your member, slipping it inside his walls. Ghost found your fingers and rubbed his hole over them. You accepted and put two inside him, him riding your fingers just as vigorously as Johnny was lifting himself up and down your shaft. The sex lasted for hours, letting the boys have as many orgasims as they could.

The next day, you showered and gave the boys some of the snacks you ordered, managing to get some reading in before their needy mewls came from the bedroom.

You came back in, and Ghost tackled you to the ground. He was already grinding himself on you before you even took off your pants. When you finally got them off, Ghost rode you much faster than last night. Johnny whined for you, but you were kinda on the ground. So you had to ask Ghost to stop for a second, and he obliged. When you got onto the bed and were able to take care of the both of them, he resumed.

Its not like little fights broke out either. Johnny did try to shove Ghost off your shaft once, since your fingers weren't enough. You had to implement a sharing rule to the both of them, which they reluctantly agreed to.

You made sure they felt the best they could feel as well. Using the cooling packs, letting them stay in bed and cooking for them, granting them free use of your shaft even if you were asleep.

You made sure to always be by their side. They need a hug? You're there. They need a kiss? You're there. They need anything at all? You're there. You cared about your boys so much.

Once their heat was over, you were exhausted. It felt like you could barely move because of how strenuous the week had been. You felt a pair of hands touch your back, rubbing it. Ye okay lad? Johnny asked, a smile on his face. "I'm so tired.. I should bathe you both-" Ghost interrupted you. No love. You rest. We can bathe and make you some food. You smiled at his words, closing your eyes again with content.

You loved them so much. And they loved you too.

#cod modern warfare #john mactavish #cod #simon ghost riley #gay #john soap mactavish #m reader #x top male reader #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #ghoap x reader #ghoap smut #sudzyswritings #sudzysasks #ghost simon riley

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Need to do this ‼️

Bloody Love

Makarov x M!reader

This is a really graphic fic so if you're easily disturbed I REALLY wouldn't read this. :(. I'll make fluff soon 😌 ‼️

TW: blood, gashes, cuts, blood, gore, graphic depictions of murder, crimes, drugging, suffocating reader with rag, slurred speech, reader referred as a dog, teasing, reader feeling fear, reader feeling depressed, reader feeling despair, bribes/141 pays Makarov to keep reader, crying, abandonment, cursing, reader is put on a leash, dehumanizing reader, degrading reader (not sexual), reader referred as an object/trophy, reader bathed by strangers, sedating reader, referring murder to art, kidnapping, knives, bloodlust, military, dark themes in general. If I missed any, I'm so sorry. Please correct me if I missed any TWs.

Your shaky legs stumbled to the door, gashes and cuts riddling your body. A trail of blood followed you, barely making it back to your husband and collapsing.

Months before, you were a member of the 141. They were your friends. You could always trust them, and they could trust you.

Although, that changed when Makarov took you all for himself. Using a cloth sprayed with chloroform, he swiftly dragged you away and took you to his safe house in St. Petersburg.

Goodmorning, sergeant [name]. Makarov held your chin in his hand, cooing down at you. The chloroform still had an effect on you, so you slurred out threats; "you won't get away with this. The 141 will sav-" Makarov laughed in your face.

You silly dog. The 141 isn't going to save you he jeered with a smirk. Your heart beat a little faster at that, the fear setting in that they didn't want to come back for you.

"What are you talking about? They're going to come back. I came for them, they wouldn't just-" pay me to take you? Oh, you poor man. They did. One of Makarov's men showed you a briefcase filled with lots of money. About a million, if you had to estimate.

You can't belive this. You won't belive this. They wouldn't leave you like that. Your mind fell down the rabbit hole, and so did your tears down your face. You cared about your friends, and now they abandon you? Leave you with this.. bastard??

In a fit of anger, you tried to jump at him. To cut him, make him bleed, anything. Your attempt was stopped by a cold metal pulling your neck back.

Horrified, you reached up and felt the cool metal. Makarov had put you on a fucking leash!?

I can't have my favorite man escape, right? He pet you, ruffling your disheveled hair. You should get some rest now. I'll be showing you off tomorrow, my little trophy.

He left before you could say anything.

The next morning, you were bathed by his men (you had to be sedated multiple times) and put into a pretty little suit.

You were in despair. You were being paraded to his men around the safe house, that was more like a mansion. Being a criminal was easy money. But none of the money in the world could make your sadness go away. You missed home. You missed the loving feeling you got from the boys.

You ate extravagant food, but you weren't hungry. You just wanted to be home. To feel at home. Nothing could replace that.

One day, after a few months of this, you didn't crack. You were still severely depressed from your only home being ripped away from you. You know, I've seen your file, [name]. Your eyes widened. First of all, how did he gets his hands on that? Also, did he see your past?

In the past, you were a delinquent. Getting in trouble, sneaking out, getting pulled over, mass murder..

You had a really bad problem. You killed a few people—you swear you didn't mean to. You escaped that whole mess and joined the 141, half of you hoping to do good after your horrible actions.

But gosh, you missed that feeling. You missed the blood splatting all over you. You loved seeing that silver blade plunge into their hears. It was art. Red paint covering a canvas, your brush sharp. It was actually half the reason you joined the military, to continue your artistic passion. Would Makarov fill your bloodlust?

I DO NOT condone ANYTHING in this fic. Everything that is done to reader is NOT OKAY. Anyways.. that was really dark. How about something to cheer yall up??

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I need to do this as well

Also, the rest of the 141 would be involved :)

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Trying to find most of my unfinished works so I can remind myself to continue it. :) yall will eventually get a second part to this!

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish x Simon "Ghost" Riley

Simon and Johnny finally get a break on missions. Simon has no family to go back to, so Johnny brings him to his. Johnny gets to know simon... in more ways than one. (Sorry for everyone who did want me to use a Scottish accent for soap, I couldn't figure out how to type it.)

Warning: mentions of family loss, military, some PTSD, heavy trauma, written spicy time

After a long and grueling mission, Johnny and ghost are on the plane back to base. Johnny, being the usual chatterbox, is talking to ghost. He mostly receives 'affirmative' and maybe a chuckle, but nothing else. Johnny had always been trying to crack the tough guy ever since he got on the 141, but it never seemed to work. Ghost was too uptight. Too.. professional. It felt crazy thinking that since they are professionals, but ghost was.. just different. He knew ghost wasn't just some killing machine. Ghost was a person underneath that mask. He just had to find out. "So.. your going home to your family?" Johnny asked him, going off track of his usual monolog. Ghost didn't reply for a little. Johnny could tell that something was wrong and wanted to apologize, but then he gave an answer. "Got no family to go back to, mactavish." Johnny felt sorry for ghost. He felt like the next question he was about to ask was rude, so he hesitated. "What? If you've got any questions just ask. You already know the truth." Ghost chimed. Johnny cleared his throat. "Well. How did they pass, if you don't mind me asking LT?" thankfully ghost didn't react too badly, but Johnny still felt the guilt of bringing it up crawl along his spine. "My family was killed. Every last one of them are dead and gone, Sargent." Johnny paused, feeling sympathy for him. "I'm so sorry ghost. I had no idea." Ghost nodded at his words, a little grateful to receive sympathy. But that was a long time ago, and with the help of his therapy he was much better and more of a complete man. The trauma didn't go away, but at least it helped him deal with some of it. "It's alright soap. Gotten help for it. I'm better now." Johnny nodded at this, a silence covering the two after the conversation. For a while they sat, the silence starting to become a little more comfortable until ghost spoke up. "So, why'd you ask?" This was rare. Usually, ghost was the one who sat and listened to Johnny while he started the conversation. Ghost hadn't initiated the conversation pretty much 90% of the time, aside from the usual 'goodmorning' and 'sleep well, Sargent?'. Johnny answered his question. "Well, if you wouldn't mind, maybe I could invite you over to my family? They love to see new people." Johnny chuckled, secretly praying ghost took his offer. "I've got nothing better to do. Sure, soap." Ghost smiled slightly under the mask. Johnny beamed at him, smiling. "Well then. I'll send a message to them and we can fly out tomorrow morning." Johnny said, still smiling wildly.

(I'm so sorry but I'm very tired, I'll be finishing this maybe tomorrow or later tonight so we'll just count this as part one. Thanks for reading!)

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The Horrors of Loss

TW: death, blood, fatal wounds, blood loss

You write to your love, blood pooling from a fatal wound in your side.

My love,

It has come apparent to me I will not survive this fight.

You write the line, the crimson following your pencil. You don't have long. Of course, you've known that for a while now. Your body starts to go limp, it wanting to crawl further into the earth to return to the ashes it once was, to ashes it will become once again.

Your husband, Gaz, was the light of your life. He gave to you a daughter as well, your mind clouding of her and your spouse with your final minutes. A picture of them and yourself was engulfed by the red fluid, the loss of blood making your head swirl.

The thought of your family made your heart swell with happiness. Your child. Your husband. They were all yours, until death claimed you. For now, they belonged to you.

Your hand rested over the pocket in which the picture lied, beginning to hum a lullaby your daughter loved.

You kept writing until your heart betrayed you, the love in your heart vanishing, along with the beat.

My love,

it has come apparent to me that I will not survive this fight. I write to you miles away, however, you are not far in my heart. You hold me close there, I'm sure, keeping me from the chill of death. I hope you hold me still, even after my light from my gaze has faded into a cold corpse. I trust you keep me warm in your thoughts. Burn with love, passion, and courage, for me. Keep the thought of me warm, and not as my cold corpse.

#cod modern warfare #kyle gaz garrick #cod #gay #sudzyswritings #gaz x reader #gaz #gaz x gn!reader

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Me, to anyone who hates Kyle "Gaz" Garrick (or leaves him out of fanfics)

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In a bit of a writing slump recently 😭 I've got some drafts, but I have no idea on which one to write about.

#cod modern warfare #john mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #cod #simon ghost riley #tf 141 #sudzysspews

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"One night while getting over your ex with a friend called vodka..." I laughed out loud at that line bud. I do really like your writing (:

Btw, are you okay with talking about nsfw stuff in your inbox or should I keep it PG?

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So happy you like my writing :)

Also, yes NSFW is welcome in my inbox! Thanks for asking 🙂

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Hello, I sent an ask about Soap being a bottom and you said it was your first anon ask lol. Anyway Im gonna look for a good emoji to use but I know that sometimes when I pick an emoji on my phone it will show up as a blank square on other people's devices. So does either 🌌 or 🌨 work? Can you see them okay?

Hello again anon! Happy to see you!

Yes, those emojis are okay. You can choose either one :) happy you're becoming one of the bubbles!

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Get attacked!! ✨🌈SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING🌈✨ <3

Thank you Embry! I'll be sure to do that :)

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I need soap on a leash guys.. (short drabble)

TW: choking, dehumanizing Johnny, Johnny being referred to a dog, reader referred as master, humping, guns, licking guns, Johnny tied up by reader, precum, dick mention.

Imagining your little Johnny with a collar around his neck, kneeling at your feet. A little puppy waiting on hands and feet for you, his master.

And imagining him humping your leg, begging for you to give him some sort of release. But no, you're busy. You need to water your little plants. You need to polish your gun with his tounge.

When Johnny puppy got a little too naughty, you would tie his hands and feet together, leaving his dick on open display for you. "Such a needy puppy.. you need to behave darling." Yes, of course, please, please... let me into you [name].. I'll be good my [king/queen/majesty].. your poor pup would beg you.

When you two indulged into this play, you always made sure it was safe and consensual. Safe words were easy to remember, and you both never crossed the other's boundaries.

Johnny liked it when you tightened the leash, the slight change of breathing ability making his member leak with pre, and his little dick getting more needy than before.

Later, when you both came back from leave, his little friends asked him what happened to his neck. You just smiled.

You would do it all again next leave.

He was your little doggy, and you were his kind master ♡

#cod modern warfare #john mactavish #cod #john soap mactavish #tf 141 #sudzyswritings

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König eats a Taki and fucking dies

This is a crack fic so it's not serious. Also I'm sleep deprived so not proof read

TW: goofy fic, but does mention death and murder, smuggling, crimes.

You and König were good friends on the KorTac base. You had been on many missions together, endured pain and suffering as one. You both were almost siblings.

And with siblings..they do pranks. Lots of them.

You had managed to smuggle in a bag of Takis. Not a big bag, like you had hoped, but enough for a little snack.

As you sat down, ready to eat your chips, you noticed königs food... yikes. It looked like straight slop from a pig trough. You felt bad. Maybe you could share your little bag.

"Hey könig. Want some?" You'd ask, walking to his side of the table and sitting close to him. He smiled when you walked over, welcoming you. Hello [name]. He looked down at the bag, curiosity appearing in his stare. What's zhat? you put one into his hand. "It's a Taki. You should try it." You giggled, watching his mask lift and him eating the chip....

And his eyes blew wide. Incoherent babbling of broken German spewed out of his mouth, trying to chug some of your water that you had, but that didn't help. Seconds later, he was on the floor.

König had killed people his size and possibly bigger than him with ease. He had crafted masterful plans to defeat powerful crime organizations, but he was beaten by a Taki. 😞 😔

What even is this 😭

#cod modern warfare #cod #konig cod #konig x reader #konig call of duty #konig mw2 #victorian child #sudzyswritings