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Periodt.

i need cod fans and fan artists to understand that whitewashing isn’t just lightening skin. if you draw gaz with brown skin but a small, button nose, that’s whitewashing. if you give him straight hair, that’s whitewashing. if you give him small lips, that’s whitewashing

even if you give a character brown skin, you’re erasing their race and ethnicity if you take away their features. if you draw farah, gaz, alejandro, rudy with a small nose, that’s not a style choice, that’s whitewashing.

#whitewashing #cod #farah karim #alejandro vargas #rudolfo parra #kyle gaz garrick

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Fortnite Ares statue kinda—

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So, the old as fuck members of the Senate who are literally ONE huff away from turning to dust will agree on banning TikTok but can’t seem to come together to make healthcare free? They can’t agree on affordable housing for impoverished young adults and lower/working class who are barely making ends meet? They can’t agree to raise minimum wage for struggling mothers, fathers, FAMILIES who are living paycheck to paycheck? They can’t come together on lowering inflation so people can actually afford to fucking eat? Or do something about our dying planet? That’s actually crazy.

#america: land of benefiting only if you’re an old white bastard #this is actually so insane how are the people who are making the decisions for all of america people who won’t even last another two years #this life can’t be real it just can’t

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hiiii!!!!!! i love your writing and i’m kinda new so sorry if i overstep any boundaries 😭 but wondering if maybe perv stepdad/dbf price with daddy kink and light puppy play? (collars,leash stuff like that but please no stuff ab eating out of a bowl or smth like that)only if your comfortable!!!! i am so so so so sorry if it’s too specific! have a good day/night!

hey this is stuck in my brain rn sooo pervy stepdad Price wit transmasc reader

TW : Age gap (Price is over 40 reader is 21) , Pervy-stepdad Price, Puppy play (collar, leash, ears, tail) , slight possible non-con due to coercion, trans masc reader, praise, tiny bit rough, daddy kink, filth. pure filth

sorry if this isnt fully want you wanted but i git carried away !!

no proof read, 726 words

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Pervy-stepdad Price with a stepson who just came home from university, freshly turned 21 coming home to see his mum and step-dad.. not realising what it does to Price, he has to try hide his bulge when ever you speak to him and look at him with your wide eyes and cute little smile.

Pervy-stepdad Price who owns a collar and leash and just NEEDS to see them on you. You who owns puppy ears and a tail buttplug… Oh when Price realised you were into the same stuff he was.. he had to lock himself in the ensuite and jerk his cock until his wrist hurt and cheeks were flushed bright red even with the cold water beating down on him.

Pervy-Stepdad Price who, when your mums away on a business trip, confronts you about the tail and ears he found. Manipulating you, telling you that if you don’t do what he asks (suck his fat dick) he will tell your mum about your.. disgusting kink.. Obviously with that threat hanging in the air you do it, you get on your knees infront of your stepdad, a man over double your age and you lick and suck his cock till he is groaning and grabbing your hair in a tight fist to shove his dick down your wet throat.

Pervy-Stepdad Price who notices how your thighs rub together unconsciously when he places the ears on your head, making you whine in embarrassment but you dont protest cause you know your just a silly puppy keening for Prices attention:(

Pervy-Stepdad Price with fingers of pure bliss, they are just thick enough to hit all the spots you need, your moans and whimpers mixing with the almost squelching noises coming from your soaked pussy. If anything his words make you more wet “come’re puppy, yeah.. grind on my fingers like a helpless bitch in heat.. good boy..” he would growl in your ear lowly, his other hand moving down to his hard cock which is bobbing against his lower stomach, so perfect.

Pervy-Stepdad Price with you, his little puppy, laying on the couch, your legs stretched wide for him, his tongue dipping in and out of your dripping cunt. He decides now is the time to put your adorable tail on.. He gets fully between your legs, and slides his fingers into your pussy, before removing them, ignoring your whine of protest and slowly working 2 fingers into your extremity tight arse “Shit.. lovie your little arse is so fucking tight..” he cant decide if he wants to eat out both your holes today but decides against it, getting the buttplug situated.

Pervy-Stepdad Price who bites at your neck like a rabid animal, he just needs everyone to know who you belong to. Him. Your stepdad. Your daddy, and you know it as well dont you? moaning quietly “daddy.. fuck i need you..” and his resolve snaps.

Pervy-Stepdad Price with a cock above average size by both length and girth, you just know he will stretch your little hole so much:( When he finally loses all his patience and slides himself into your little cunt he nearly cums straight away like some god damn teenager. Your hole is so so tight with the added pressure in your arse from the buttplug, he reaches for the collar and leash, fastening the collar around your neck, your skin contrasting the pretty light blue of the collar

Pervy-Stepdad Price who praises you to no end, his words mixed with the deep almost mean thrust of his hips making you sob and moan loudly “Such a good boy.. Daddy’s good puppy.. fuck yeah.. you can take it pup.. fucking take it…” Ugh his groans down your ear as he fists the leash making your airway slightly restricted and your back arch.

You, the little puppy, who BEGS for your daddy to breed you, to get you full and pregnant and well.. Price can’t resist he ruts into you wildly his finger rubbing and jerking your little dick until you clench around him so much he thinks hes going to cum himself, his pace faltering as he nears “shittt puppy.. gonna cum in you.. get you to have my kids yeah?”

#cod x reader #x trans male reader #cod x male reader #cod smut

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Rant:

Toxic COD fans who’ve been “playing the games since they were a kid” have some kind of superiority complex over the other fans in the fandom and it’s weird. I mean, not everyone has money to buy the games or even console, everyone’s situation is different whether that be financially or not.

Don’t immediately resort to toxic and hateful behavior because you have absolutely no idea what other people are going through. Finding comfort in fictional characters has been a thing since forever, and every single fandom has a group of fans who’re a bit odd but who the fuck cares? If they’re not hurting anybody why the hell does it bother you so much?

Of course you’re entitled to be protective over a franchise that you’ve enjoyed growing up but excluding or being shady to others because they didn’t have that opportunity? That’s fucking weird and not only immature but utter nonsense. Encouraging more fans to join a fandom is something we should be doing instead of putting them down for not having the same experiences as those who grew up playing the games.

You may have more knowledge and understanding of characters but that doesn’t inherently make you better than anybody else. It’s getting to the point where I can’t tell y’all apart from the toxic gamer bros. Leave baby COD fans alone you weirdos.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

#sorry for the rant but this been sittin in my chest for awhile #there’s pros and experts and there’s noobs and people who haven’t played at all #this feels like an extension of gate keeping and it’s mad annoying #call of duty #cod mw #simon ghost riley #captain john price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick

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To those who write M!Reader but change the characters gender to female—

Fuck you.

#x male reader #please kindly delete your account #im here for gae not hetero bullshit #ik what y’all are you doing #y’all ain’t slick at all 👎🏽

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Collection of 09 SoapGhost fics

SFW:

I Will Follow by m1ckstart

Burdens Of Command by m1ckstart

Sleep by Asasin

When I Die by InterGalacticKnight

A Toast To Life And Death by InterGalacticKnight

What Remains by m1ckstart *note: mentions of hooking up, but no explicit scenes

rather waste my time with you by s0fter-sin

NSFW with Trans Ghost:

Reverence by SharkNoises

Sunshine enough to spread by MGCraig

You’ve got a pretty kind of dirty face by qwentinsmith

hunger by bravo07

Soft lips are open, them knuckles are pale by bbgrlsimonriley

Fantastic Phantom Feelings by ErlKönig (Herm_own_ninny)

patience is a shitty virtue when it's me getting fucked by you by ErlKönig (Herm_own_ninny)

Oh Captain, My Captain by ErlKönig (Herm_own_ninny)

hush by puppyghost (whinypuppy) *note: this one is 22 but I read it as 09 caus beggars can’t be choosers

NSFW:

Stutter by m1ckstart

Venus Flytrap by 6sundragons

Don’t Interfere With a Mans Work by InterGalacticKnight

Yes Sir by InterGalacticKnight

A night in the Afghanistan desert by Hetsez

Morning Pleasures by Asasin

we could do this all night by Torierra

Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo by x_posed_again

gimme just a little bit (more) by applepieces

Hands That Are Softer Than Voices by ultrakombo

In Your Absence by badlifechoices *note: not complete, no explicit content yet

I will update this post whenever I find more <3

#09 soapghost #captain mactavish #simon ghost riley

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Would it be mentally ill of me to write a M!Reader with Possessive!Ghost but also include Pimp!Makarov? Asking for a friend— 🧍🏾

#x male reader #callofduty #cod x male reader #cod mw2

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I believe in Soap being a cat person, because Ghost is a cat inside a person

…I cant accept this rhetoric… but weirdly enough I did draw this for a mutual whose cat they adopted is named after Ghost:

#soapghost #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish

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Haiiii Nellis Nation

#had no idea this was a thing #but like periodt #was obsessed w this game in middle school and now I’ve discovered this #these are dangerous waters I’ve entered #nellis l4d2 #nellis #I’m kind of already obsessed #I LOVE IT

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#this shit funny #acab

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Erm— 🧍🏽

Shine yer boots, sir?

#cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghostsoap #this is… wow #move soap it’s my turn #i’m so glad i seen this just before goin to bed 🌝

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Taking the time

Captain Price X M!Reader

MERRY CHRISTMAS since this will probably be done by then‼️💖🎄

Warnings: ur a virgin but not a stupid one that doesn’t know how a penis works AHEM f!reader fics AHEM :3 faggot, He says he loves you so idk L bombs or whatever they’re called, soft sex, crying during sex, use of condoms, hand holding, frotting but only for a lil bit, did I mention soft sex?, this is long, this is a bit of a self projection kind of thing cause idk what else to write about and yeah, I love price, comfort and mostly js fluffy smut, not proof read, men are dicks, gay sex! :3

“And you’re sure about it?”, the older man in front of you asks as he has you sat on your shared bed, your ear pressed against his chest as you listen to his heartbeat. You nod, his hand absentmindedly making its way into your hair to stroke at it gently. You both were getting used to your sexual life, that wasn’t really that sexual at all. Sure, you knew how to give a good handjob, and the many times he had fucked your thighs was probably uncountable, but he had yet to fully be inside you. To be honest, you were kind of scared. Sure, you love John, and John loved you maybe a thousand times more, but something inside of you just wasn’t sure. You weren’t stupid. You knew how sex worked, and how a dick was supposed to go in. But something about it happening to you made it such a strange feeling to think about. You wanted to be taken by someone you could trust, not just some man that you knew wouldn’t care all that much about it.

You felt dumb thinking that much about it, but you couldn’t figure out why. But something about Price made you sure you wanted it to be him. He was gentle with you, but stern when he needed to be. He didn’t have a problem with how you were, almost always on board with how you felt. You learned to love yourself as much as you loved him. The bearded man making you find some value in yourself that you couldn’t find on your own. Of course, you did have self independence, even helping him through tough times of his own every once in a while. You took care of each other, and you knew he wasn’t gonna be another man that would run off on you again.

You were aware of your bad experiences, how every past man you met was more worried about chasing his own pleasure rather than you both getting what you wanted. That’s what made you back out last minute, the noises of disappointment leaving their lips made you want to hide in a hole. You didn’t want your inexperience to be a big problem, it wasn’t like you hadn’t done other things with other men before Price. A lot of trust had to be built up with this moment, and you were finally ready to let it happen. That night, you had just finished showering, Price going in after you had stepped out with a towel around you. You sit at the edge of your bed, picking at a loose thread on the towel. You take a few deep breaths as you stare at a few items resting on your bedside dresser. A condom rests there, as does a bottle of a liquid. You sigh to yourself and shiver as cold air hits your bare back, continuing to pick at the fabric of the towel.

Price returns a decent amount of time later, a content sigh leaving your lips as you stare at his chest, eyes tracing up to his face and down to his towel. He makes his way over to you, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You let out a bubbly giggle at the action, feeling sickly in love with the man in front of you. “You ready, sweetheart?”, he asks you, his voice as soft as it can be. After receiving an eager nod from you, he chuckles before gesturing for you to remove your own towel. As you do, you feel heat rush over you as he stares down at your body. His rough hand moves to trace your skin, cooing at how your body reacts to his touch.

You begin to grow ever so needy, moving your face closer to his as if to ask him for a different favor. He presses his lips to yours eagerly, smirking against your lips as small noises begin to slip past them. After a few moments of this repeated make out, you hear him drop his towel. You glance down quickly, your breath practically rushing out of you as stare at his cock. He notices how your eyes dart down at him, chuckling once more as he reaches his hand to hold your chin in up higher as he continues to kiss you. You allow him to move your face, somehow ending up with your back on the soft bed moments later. Soft noises leave you as he finally pulls away from your face, gently moving you onto your stomach. You begin to take in air a little faster, trying not to get worked up as you listen to him shuffle behind you. You feel him move off of the bed to grab something, before feeling it dip again when he returns. He pushes your lower back down gently, your body complying easily as you wait patiently in this new position he’s put you in.

You hear a pop of a cap from behind you, trying not to focus too much on any background noise that might make you shy away from the situation. Your mind was hazy as you feel something at your entrance, tilting your head to attempt to look back at Price. He attempts to reassure you in a soft voice, his hand stroking at your hip gently. You don’t pay attention to where the other had gone until you feel him slowly push his lubed up finger inside of you after giving you a brief warning. You let out a noise of surprise at the action, hands curling into the soft sheet on the bed. You attempt to get used to the feeling, whining as you feel small tears prickle in your eyes. A small grunt leaves Price, attempting to keep you calm as his free hand wanders over to yours, resting on top of it. He strokes the top of it with his thumb, your breath beginning to slow as you try to ease up a bit. “That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well.”, he praises you, pushing his other finger in after a while. You let out soft moans and noises of slight discomfort as he pumps his fingers in and out. This new step into this territory is making your head spin, the feeling of it slowly getting to you.

His fingers are pulled out of you after a while of him stretching you open for him, praising you once more as you only nod absentmindedly, your voice quiet as a “thank you” leaves your lips. You hear him tear open the condom you noticed earlier, your eyes closing slightly as you wait patiently for him. John roll the condom onto his cock slowly, grabbing at your hips and lining his cock up with you. He groans as he slowly pushes the tip in, a drawn out moan leaving you as your eyes are blown open from the feeling. His bigger hands rub against your skin, attempt to comfort you as you whine at the feeling of him entering you, more moans being pulled out of you as he slowly moves himself into you. More tears begin to form in your eyes again, wanting him to slow down more than he’s already attempting to. You begin to squirm, small whines and noises of discomfort leaving your lips as he looks down at you with a concerned expression.

He immediately catches onto what’s wrong with you, his hand reaching to take yours in his gently. The small action makes the tears that had formed spill over, his lips forming a small frown as he watches your face. His rough hand rubs small shapes into the back of yours with his thumb, not pushing any more of his length into you. “You alright there, pretty?”, he asks as he attempts to coax an answer out of you, his other open hand rubbing small circles into your hip. You nod, a small noise of agreement leaving you as you do so. He asks again, just to be sure as he squeezes your hand ever so slightly. You let out an audible “yes”, pushing your hips back eagerly as you whine at the feeling of him inside of you. When you finally start to get used to things, your head slowly rests against the bed, drooling leaving past your lips as you moan out in pleasure.

“That’s a good boy. Such a good boy for me, baby.” he grunts out as he begins to pick up the pace of his hips, leaning forward as you begin to see stars. It’s a lot to handle, almost making you second guess your decision. It was strange, tiny noises leaving you and falling in between your moans as your mind begins to wander, wondering what could make Price want this from you so much. You feel warm tears well up in your eyes, small sniffles leaving you as you begin to squirm under John. It wasn’t like he forced you into doing it, you were the one who gave him permission to do it. You feel Price begin to slow his pace as he notices the shuddering of your shoulders, a frown on his face as he takes a glance at the tears rolling down yours. You whine out of embarrassment, feeling him pull his cock out of you slowly. You slowly lay yourself down onto the bed, thoughts of insecurity and sadness immediately plaguing your mind. You feel his body weight be lifted from the bed, only to feel it dip once more as he sits next to you. He gently pulls you up into his lap, more tears leaving you as you begin to sob. You hear Price coo at your sounds, his larger hands moving to rub at your body soothingly, trying his best to calm you down. After a little while, you finally get yourself back down emotionally, face pressed into his neck.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?,” he asks you gently, hand rubbing up and down your back as you let out soft noises into his skin. You shrug, not entirely sure yourself about where the thoughts sprouted from. “Just was thinking, didn’t mean to start crying,” you say quietly, a slight tremble apparent in your movements. You hear him let out a noise of acknowledgment at your words, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your face. You let out a tiny laugh at the feeling of his lips, feeling him smile against your skin. You stare longingly at nothing in particular as you begin to calm down more and more, starting to attempt to explain to him why you reacted the way you did.

He listened to you, his hand on your back never stopping it movements. “I see,” he says, kissing along your face more when you’re done speaking. “I’m sorry you feel like that, baby.”, he says to you gently, trying his best to understand. Even if he couldn’t take the feeling away, he sure would try. You mumble a few more words, the both of you sitting in comfortable silence for a little while after that. You whine as you slowly realize you’re both still naked, glancing down as you move your head from his neck. You whimper at the sight, his cock inches away from yours. He hums as he follows your gaze, his hand moving to lift your chin up. You pout when you meet his eyes, his lips pushing up to form a smile. He places a soft kiss to yours, a content sign escaping you as you accept it.

You feel him move a hand down to your cock, giving it a few strokes, a smirk forming on his face when he hears your small noises of pleasure. He pulls his lips away from yours, chuckling as you whine and try to follow after them. His rough hand still continues to pump your dick, small moans and whimpers slowly picking up in volume. He moves his hand back slowly to grab his own cock, stroking both of them together in his hand. The action makes you lose your mind, whines escaping your throat at the feeling. Price shushes you gently and moves down to kiss at your neck, whispering soft praises into your ear. Your hands begin to explore his chest, not knowing where to keep them. “You still want me inside you baby?”, he asks in a whisper in your ear, smirking and placing another kiss to your face when you eagerly say yes.

He removes his hand from your cocks, a small whine of disappointment leaving you at the loss. Price moves his hands down to your hips, lining his cock up with your hole as you whimper impatiently. He lifts you up slowly before thrusting into you, a moan tumbling from your lips. His hands guide you up and down on his cock, staying planted reassuringly on your body as he kisses you softly. His soft movements make tears well in your eyes again; not out of sadness, but out of appreciation. You appreciate John, fuck, even love him. You move yourself faster on his cock, small tears rolling down your face. He quickly asks if you’re okay, humming when you give him a firm nod. One of his hands moves up to stroke your face, more kisses being left on your body. You begin to cry once more, but this time, he kisses your tears away gently, the feeling of his prickly beard making you let out a small giggle. You feel your orgasm begin to build up, whining a little louder than before. Price just gently hushes you once more, repeated “shh”s leaving him once you begin to grow louder. You attempt to apologize, only for it to be broken apart once you feel yourself grow closer. You look at Price for approval, only for him to push his cock into you further. You gasp, your breath leaving you as you shoot your load onto his chest. He follows suit, releasing into the condom he had made sure to keep on.

You whine at the feeling, slumping against his chest, his cock still inside you. You let out small noises as his hands go to mess with your hair, a soft kiss pressed against your skin once more. “I love you, pretty.”, he whispers into your ear, chuckling at the noise that leaves you. You mumble back an “I love you too”, pushing your face into his chest slowly. You knew you had made a great choice that night, sighing contently as you rest against him.

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#male reader #x male reader #call of duty #cod x reader #cod x male reader #captian price x male reader

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thinking about a pervy ghost that inhabited the house you just moved into, wondering why the last person moved out and who exactly you were. so, for the next two weeks, he watches and studies you and finds out how exactly lewd you are.

he sees that you wear super revealing clothes when you walk around the house by yourself, sometimes even going naked. he vividly remembers the first time he saw you in nothing but really short basketball shorts and a tank top, his eyes going wide and mouth agape. how could a boy be this slutty??

there was also the days were you would come drunk with a stranger's arm around your waist and sloppily making out on the living room couch (the ghost would be watching jealously on the rocking chair reserved for your cat on sunny days) before it ending up in a fuckfest. were you this shameful?

now, don't get him wrong, he absolutely loved watching all this. he is a pervert, after all.

sometimes, he would purposely blow cold air down your shoulder blades when you're bending over doing laundry to watch you shiver and whip your head around to see what did that. he watches you masturbate in the middle of the night, getting off alongside you while watching your face twist in the most delightful ways. he remembers the pattern that you wash yourself in (shampoo, conditioner, body wash, facial cleanser, and extra stuff only when you felt like it). you couldn't see him so what's the harm in it all?

while putting on a new change of clothes on, he thought it would be funny to run his freezing cold hands down your sides and sliding them over your stomach when you were putting on your shirt. he giggled when he heard you whimper and shiver, immediately shoving the rest of the shirt down to block out the cold.

"cute.." he muttered from behind, arms still hovering in place around your form.

"knew it." you turned your head and stared straight at his face with an eery smile, catching him by surprise.

all at once, he felt your back push against his torso and he stumbled until the back of his knees hit the bed and he flopped onto your mattress that smelled too intoxicating. 'how did you..?' he would think to himself before feeling you crawl on top on him, legs on each side on his stomach.

"pervy little ghost.. think you can watch me do nasty stuff and touch me like that without consequences." your tone was so condescending that he swore his dick twitched in excitement, "I had a rising suspicion that you were an actual ghost and I wasn't going crazy with hallucinations. but that doesn't matter anymore." you shook your head, "it seems like you need to know your place. your going to be nothing but a toy for me. no touching, no talking, no teasing in any form unless I say so. do you understand?"

"wha..?" he mutters, only for you to press a finger against his lips. 'why were you able to do that..?' why was he even getting hard right now?

"I said, do you understand?" you repeated, this time with a voice dripping in venom. he nodded his head with sweat dripping down his forehead. you smiled in response, "good boy!" he watched as you sat right on his dick, purposely shifting your ass around as a whine ripped through his throat, "now, your punishment. you sit there and look pretty while I ride you, yeah? make sure you keep up."

oh boy. what has he gotten himself into?

might make this an oc. only if you guys are interested.

#bottom male reader #dom male reader #male reader #top male character #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost x male reader #this is delicious #bro got bamboozled #this may not have been about cod ghost but i mean—

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zombie ghost and vampire gn reader literally eating each other out of love send message

YOUR MIND !!! you are so fucking real 4 this

!! CW ;; cannibalism ? Question mark ?, I am a bit descriptive w this, usual zombie n vamp stuff, zombie ! Ghost is somewhat sentient ig, self mutilation, I am not sure if this counts as deaddove but it cld so beware, this is honestly shitty as hell since it was rushed out of excitement so beware of tht too lmao !!

You happily watched as ghost attempted gnawing your arm, his broken jaw slack as his top teeth pressed hard against your cold skin. You cooed at him, petting the top of his head as you watched his attempt at eating you. You were feeling a bit hungry yourself, you realized, the lightheadedness that comes with craving blood coming back as you smiled fondly at the sweet sight in front of you.

“Hungry, are we?” You asked him, receiving a nod and groan. Back when your Ghost was alive, you two would discuss this vaguely, talking about the possibility of consuming each other’s flesh. He dearly wanted to; it felt like the only appropriate way to show his love. It never went past discussion, however. Maybe a few deep bites and cutting each other up to lick up the blood, but never anything past that. You knew how badly he wanted to eat you, and you felt similarly. It was this deep ache, this hunger in you that you feel in your chest, to consume the one you love and have them be a part of you forever and vice versa.

The aching consumed you whole, and you decided that there’s no better time than now.

“Hold on, dear.” You spoke softly to him, watching him pull away from your arm and looking at you with his cloudy eyes. You reached for his knife, the one in his belt, and without hesitation, dug it into your stomach after lifting your shirt. You carved in a circular motion, gritting your teeth in pain as you felt the piercing sting of your muscle and nerves being cut up. He watched intently, groaning occasionally as you finished your job. You dug your fingers into the wound and ripped it off the small piece of skin it was hanging off, smiling at him as your bloody hand reached for his jaw, your other one placing the piece of flesh inbetween his teeth and helping him chew. It was a lovely sight, and an even lovelier feeling. Your fingers caressed his bottom jaw as you loved it up and down for him. Hearing him groan in appreciation was music to your ears.

You carelessly threw his knife to the side. Holding his jaw in place, watching him swallow with slight challenge as he went limp against your shoulder, leaning on it and groaning happily. You went back to petting his head, leaning close to his neck where his throat is and taking a deep breath, the smell of dirt and rot strong on him, making you groan. “Ready?” You said, though you weren’t asking; you were going to do it anyways. You sunk your fangs into the side of his neck where his carotid artery was, feeling the blood gush out of it. It was like nothing you’ve ever tasted before, before you ever sunk your teeth into him you’d known that his blood would be special. It tasted strongly metallic, so strong it was almost disgusting. You could feel the maggots getting sucked out of his artery, and you carelessly chewed them up, feeling the squishy creatures almost explode in your mouth was so disgustingly good. Luckily, the strong taste of his blood covered up the taste of the maggots, not that you would’ve minded either way.

As you got bored of sucking, another idea crossed your head; you sunk your fangs deeper into his neck, hearing him let out a groan akin to a quiet scream as you ripped open he side of his throat with your strong teeth. It tasted horrible and dear god did you love it. His whole weight was practically on top of you, and if it weren’t for the fact that you were sitting down you would’ve fell to the floor. Their was more maggots on his skin than his blood, and you were glad as you chewed the soft, rotting flesh. You felt nauseous from the taste, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You felt it go down your throat slowly, struggling to stop yourself from gagging as it went down.

You were shaking; if there was a feeling shove euphoria this was it. He let out another, quieter groan, nuzzling your neck as you pulled away from his. Kissing the top of his head with your bloody lips, you told him how much you loved him. And although all he did was groan back, you knew he meant to say it back to you. You both were more than just happy at fulfilling this fantasy, you were on cloud 9.

#cod mw2 #cod mw ghost #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #why was i into this? what have i learned about myself?

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Yandere! Teacher x Reader

♡Yan!Teacher x GN Reader♡

Tw: age-gap, slight nsfw, pervy behavior, stalking, obsessive behavior

Make sure to check out Pt 1!

I gaze out onto the school courtyard from my classroom window as students scramble to get to their next class period. Red and orange leaves fall silently to the ground and collect in piles amongst the feet of the students. Some of them in a hurry while others take their time. You, being one of the punctual students.

At this point, it was routine.

Watching you as you hurry past the rest of the student body to get to your 4th period class early. My class. I like to think its because you're so eager to see me. As eager as I am to see you.

I sit in my chair, arms crossed, keeping a watchful eye until you were completely out of sight. I relax my shoulders and let them fall as a sigh escapes my lips.

I never feel at ease anymore. Time slows, minutes turn into hours until I was in your presence. Until I could smell your perfume/ cologne when you swept past my desk to take a seat. Just so I could hear your sweet voice say my name when you greeted me "Good morning Mr. Roth".

You were always so sweet to me. Showing up to my class early, asking if I need help around the classroom, always turning in your homework on time if not way before the due date. Always such a good little student, almost as if you're trying to impress me. Sometimes I cant tell if this is real or not.

Days turn to weeks, weeks turn to months and my thoughts turn ever increasingly centric of you

I find myself over thinking. Anxiety filled thoughts that leave me tossing and turning in my big empty bed, only to wish you were there with me, to sooth me.

What if you didn't reciprocate my feelings? How would you react when I inevitably opened my heart to you. Would you be repulsed by me? These thoughts fill my head, stretching the nights thin.

On especially bad nights, I've gotten into a habit of taking sleep medication. No method of self soothing could ease my mind.

Which led me here, too much sleep in my system from popping a pill at 6:30 pm since I couldn't rid the burning image of your face from my mind.

As I was lost in thought staring at my desk, light foot steps sounded from the hallway, headed toward my room. My eyes snap to the door in hopes that is was you.

You enter the class room with a smile already plastered on your face. My heart starts to beat faster at the sight. I send you a quick smile back as you begin to greet me.

"Hi Mr. Roth! How has your morning been so far?"

God. If only you knew.

If it were even possible, my cheeks start to burn harder as I listen to my name slide out of your mouth so elegantly.

"My morning just got better Mx (y/ I/n)." I smirk at you.

"Oh stop it" you giggled as you walked to your desk to take a seat.

And just like that, all the worry washed away from my body.

"How was your night last night (y/n)" I try to keep the conversation flowing for as long as I could.

I tried to pay attention to you. I really did. Every word that poured out of your mouth was like a symphony. It's just as my gaze wondered from your eyes, down to you moving lips, i couldn't help myself.

I couldn't help but imagine how those delicate lips would feel around me. How those innocent eyes would look as they were all glossed over with tears as a pout sat perfectly on your face. All for me to ruin.

I nodded my head and let out affirmative words to not raise anysuspicions from you that I wasn't paying full attention.

I was pulled from my thoughts as I heard chatter amongst students in my classroom. I sucked in a sharp breath and hesitantly removed my eyes from you. Sometimes when I'm with you, it feels as if the the whole world fades away. As if I'm not stuck in my career as an English teacher, having to teach a class full of students who I couldn't care less about.

I wish it were just the two of us. A fantasy that I catch myself day dreaming about frequently. To have you secluded from society and the only source of outside information being me. To have you completely dependent on me. I wouldn't have to deal with sharing you with other people, or get distracted from you.

The dismissal bell rang and everyone rose from their seats and made their way to the door. You gathered your notebooks and pencil and shoved them into your backpack.

You and I made eye contact. It was only brief but it felt like a life time to me. Naturally, I was already staring at you to begin with. You seemed to notice this.

"See you tomorrow Mx. (Y/I/n)" | said softly.

You gave a beaming smile that I swear made my heart skip a few beats.

I never let my eyes leave your form until you were out of view. I propped my head up with my hand on my desk and breathed out raspy a sigh. I stared at my computer as my mind raced with the thought of you.

Then a horrible thought came to mind.

I hurriedly opened my browser and clicked open a new tab. A smirk started to tug at my lips as I navigated through the teacher access center. Why haven't I thought of doing this before?

I typed in your name and found your school profile. Everything I could have ever needed lay right at my fingertips. I smile deviously at the glowing screen of the laptop. I pull out a sticky note and a pen and jotted down the information I needed.

The day dragged on for what seemed like ages. Then, the final bell rang. I gathered my things and headed out to my car, eager to get home to set my plan in motion.

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The car engine quiets down as the car comes to a complete stop.

I turned the key in the ignition to shut off the humming engine. The lights in the vehicle start to fade out as I'm left in the dark, alone with my thoughts.

Anxiety and excitement ran rampant through my veins. My fists curled tightly around the steering wheel as I took a deep breath. I can't believe I was actually going through with this.

I quietly closed the car door as I stepped out. The cold air snipped at my face, making me wince. I shoved my hands into my jacket pocket as I made my way to looming house in front of me.

AHHH thank you all so much for all the love on my first post it means a lot!!

Also, face claim for Mr. Roth: Jeffery Dean Morgan my beloved

Please feel free to give me constructive criticism on my writing so I can further improve in the future :3

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Yandere! Teacher

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♡Yan! Teacher x GN reader♡

Tw: age-gap, obsessive behavior, pronouns used: you

Yandere! Teacher who stumbled his way into his classroom on the first day of school. With his shirt half buttoned and his hair barely groomed, he was not prepared in any capacity.

Yandere! Teacher who slept in this morning, hitting the snooze button more than once. letting today's big events merely slip his mind. Not even giving his career a full thought in 3 months.

Yandere! Teacher who is less than thrilled to start the cycle back up again. However, those brats he calls his students, unfortunately pay the bills.

Yandere! Teacher who now sits in his empty classroom, waiting for his new set of "eager" young minds for the year to funnel in.

Yandere! Teacher whose heart starts rapidly pounding when he sees you - whose cheeks start to burn the moment he spots your gleaming face standing in the threshold of his bleak classroom.

Yandere! Teacher who stares you down like a hawk -a predator- as you nervously choose a place to set your belongings.

Yandere! Teacher who notices you chose a seat relatively close to him. Bold. Responsible. Trying to make a good impression are we? Was this just a routine for all of your new classes, or were you trying to catch his attention specifically? In hopes it's the latter.

Yandere! Teacher who just became acutely aware of his appearance. If only he'd knew he'd meet you today, he would have put more thought and effort into his looks.

Yandere! Teacher Who has a new found motivation to come to school each day. To be prepared and look his best. All for you.

Yandere! Teacher who introduces himself to the class. Whose eyes linger on yours any chance he can get, watching as you nervously fidget with your pencil and swiftly look away each time.

“Adorable" he thinks to himself.

Yandere! Teacher who passes out a pre printed syllabus to each student.

Yandere! Teacher who makes sure that his hand grazes yours while doing so. The afflicted spot occupies his mind with a tingling sensation for the rest of class.

Yandere! Teacher who gets visibly disappointed when he hears the loud chime of the dismissal bell for lunch sounds off.

Yandere! Teacher who sits back down at his desk, watching as the students seemingly evacuate the room. You however, lingering just a while longer, gathering your belongings.

Yandere! Teacher who takes this as a sign that you want to be in his presence a little while longer.

Yandere! Teacher who decides to take this fleeting moment to ask you your name.

"Y/n". It pours out of your mouth as smooth as honey. The word reverberating in his mind repeatedly.

"Y/n" he repeats aloud, just above a whisper.

You throw your bag on your back and give him a gentle wave goodbye. "Bye Mr. Roth, see you tomorrow." You chimed

Yandere! Teacher whose heart beat starts to slow down slightly as he watches you leave his field of few.

Yandere! Teacher who sits alone now, empty seats surrounding him.

"Y/n..."

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