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thewriterg · 4 months

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧’ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 chp.1

pairing(s); simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader, johnny ‘soap’ mactavish x fem!reader, kyle ‘gaz’ garrick x fem!reader, john ‘bravo six’ price, werewolf!soap, harp crow hybrid!gaz, dragon hybrid!price, wraith!hybrid (?) ghost, phoenix!hybrid (?) reader

summary; new recruits, questions, and a bag of tricks

warning(s); monster au, dark twisted themes, normal cod violence, firearms, knives, combat, pinning (?), poly themes, death, r call sign is flatline, blood consumption, eventual smut, kissin, and language

A/n; my toxic trait is starting a new series before finishing my other ones 😊 | chasin chaos masterlist

“Sergeant Mactavish, Werewolf.” The brunette held his hand out clawed fingers reaching about for the lieutenant who barely spared it a glance before looking back towards his sergeant and captain who smirked or started back at him smugly your presence lacking completely which was uncommon even if you weren’t meeting the eye he could feel your presence today it was gone but he temporarily stopped himself from dawning on it while words spewed from his lips

“Where’d you find this guy?” The gruff voice drizzled over the sassy reply made Gaz bight back a chuckle

“At the end of a rainbow” The harpy replied smartly his arms crossed over his chest feathers lying delicately over the surface of his forearms slightly lighter than the ones on his back where his wings sat it’s trail coming curtly to an end when it reached his the front of his wrist that damned fitted cap resting around his head in its common home ground talons tapping one of the many quills the sound almost sounding if he were thunking a table having his feathers harden on command just for the sake of it a quirk you could say

“Worth his weight in gold mind you” Price offered eyes not looking up from some type of notes he were reading over thick pear and moss mixed green colored horns sitting adorned on his well kept hair curling slightly forward and up Ghost could tell he was wearing an older shirt since there were two holes cut out instead of one for his stray wing that still sat strong spar bones matching the color of his horns and furless tail while the mainsail resembled a more dirty rag cream color

“They said it not me” Soap grinned mock waving off the compliment quirking the damned thick bushy brow of his the only one with a slit slicing right through the point of the arch while the hulking man sighed heavily dragging a hand over his covered face balaclava with a simple print of his actual hard mask a skull

“Fuckin’ hell… you follow orders?” The muffled voice was not a mere obstacle for the hybrid to hear the slight pointed ears on the side of his face doing their job well to listen

“I well trained if that’s what you’re asking. Sit, stay, paw, jump, roll over, I know ‘em all.” The brunette looked off mocking a ponderous expression counting off on his fingers the canines in his mouth slightly showing even though they were retracted

“Real bag of tricks, aren’t you?” The instinct in the sergeant perked up as you suddenly trailed beside ghost surprised that he hadn’t been able to pick up your presence or at least your scent quicker like he had with Ghost especially since they were so… different not having a face to match with your cooled voice since it seemed you also favored a balaclava yours simply plain black yet he didn’t mind just gave him two sheets to play at once…

Raking eyes over your figure the man determined you were a looker for sure yet he didn’t miss how the other silently agreed

“My apologies miss, I dinae get your name” Soap stated a now gentle smile resting on his face that you seemingly ignored accent seeping through a little more and as more time went on the more he could smell the authority coming from you and Ghost it was a little less than Price yet more than Gaz and the other recruits around base

“Depends who you ask. What’s the role you’ve had in your pack?” You questioned eyes low that he could see through the gap in your mask where your sight shone through staring him down almost as if you could see right through his soul yet he kept his quirky grin Mohawk stopping just below the base of his neck a small piece of stray hair lying against his forehead thick fluffy tail perking up slightly swaying against the back of his thighs cargo pants dipping in the back just below his tail

“I’ve been in a few packs could be an alpha, beta, omega if you wanted me to… but I seen you have your roles sorted. I’ve got no problem bein’ ah pup miss” You roll your eyes at that while the brunette winks you swiftly trail away dragging Ghost away with you picking up Price on the way while both men let you drag them along their hulking figure’s towering over your back boots slightly thumping against the floor before your figures disappear within the halls he turns to the crow who’s fiddling with the screen of his phone

“You ever feel left out of somethin’?” Soap questions and Gaz suddenly stands a small smirk on his face as he rakes his eyes over the wolf before shaking his head

“There’s enough for everyone to get their fill, you’ll be next soon enough” Without an explanation the sergeant was already trailing away opposite of where you had gone leaving him alone

But never for too long

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“It’s rude to stare sergeant” Ghost grunted gruffly after jamming his janky locker shut barely giving Soap enough time to look at his shadows slipping from under his glove some looking like it was traveling farther up almost resembling veins while the rest began to make a small cloud on his wrist until he shoved his sleeve over the sight unapologetic about the whole thing barely looking over his shoulder to acknowledge the wolf as he stood behind him

“Just tryin’ ta figure you out, Lt.” He grins tail becoming livelier as it perks up behind his back before it reluctantly lowers still up and lively

“I’m well traveled, seen a lot of things, met a lot of people. Never smelt anythin’ like you… or Flatline for that matter” A slightly clawed finger rests curled on his chin tail gently flapping up and down it had been a little over a week since he was recruited it didn’t take long for him to find out your name or call sign that might have well been your name since no one seemed to know it just by the brief description of eerie, bold eyes, and a mask to cover you face, he got the answer of either Ghost or Flatline

“Hell of a compliment soldier” The blonde resorts almost sarcastically finally looking over his broad shoulder to lock eyes with the brunette and he waves him off finally stepping closer to the skull mask wearing man deciding by his side was the best place to stand and if he noted the smoke trying to spill from his pockets where he had his hands shoved deeply he didn’t say anything about it

“Och, you know I dinnae mean it that way. Can’t blame me for bein’ interested, I never packed with a wraith hybrid before… or a phoenix thought they were bedtime stor-”

“Not hybrids” Ghost cuts off the scott before he can dig any deeper and he furrowed his eyebrows questioning if he had heard right if his ears were failing him or not with a small ‘what’ spilled from his lips

“We’re not hybrids.”

“No shit? What the hell is tha’ like?” Swiftly Simon was in front of him eyes bold yet precise slicing right through him while Johnny’s gaze slightly widened at the quick movement his boots not even so much a squeaking against the ground a bit of the air currents flowing against Soaps slight shorter form

“You ever shut up Mactavish?” He somewhat seethed and the wolf was back to sly grin in less than minute, the grin that showed his canines in the full well kept facial hair adorning his structure even more, the grin the wraith wanted to wipe of his fucking face to be exact.

“Only when people make me.” Soap implied looking up slightly to address his superior with a voice that would make other feverish or peely in his terms that damned drunken grin still on his lips while Ghost practically stared him down eyes slightly squinted thoughts brewing behind those sharp, precise eyes of his that the Scott couldn’t wait to hear of tail swaying behind him with a bit more speed than before but of course his Lt. was a tease and put all his weight on one foot to turn walking out of the locker room without so much a grunt but he liked the chase

And so did superiors

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“It’s an in and out mission that I’m sure you could do on your own, however I don’t need higher ups on my ass about favoritism. You’ll grab a few normals and head Midwest in the states to Chicago. One out of three missiles resigns with one of the biggest weapons busts in America that’s supposedly on its way over to Russia package delivery for a friend of ours… Makarov.” The air in the room shifted at the name drop of a once friend fallen foe even though You and Prices shoulders were up at the mere mention of Russia itsself you had a love hate relationship with meeting room as you got passed a file over things you truly didn’t need to go over things that a rookie could even fill in the blanks for

“This will either be the easiest sail of your life or your standing on the line of death, you all know your first priority even though I know you don’t want to hear it. Push come to shove the normals go first.” The older short cut haired woman looked at You, Price, and Ghost especially Soap noticed it confused him at first the wraith and phoenix at least, two lieutenants in such a small base or at least a small base that wasn’t Air Force but it made sense to him shortly after when he peeked in on occasional training sessions thought out a week You and Ghost switched groups between normals and weaker hybrids both favoring one group more than the other deep down and then at the end of the week bring them together to spar

“Wheels up at 04:00 tomorrow I’m sure you’ll have your picks by then.” Laswell sighed looking around the table for any objections your sitting between Soap and Gaz while Price and Ghost are sitting on the opposite side of the rounded table one of your legs are crossed under your form while the other is propped up you have your arms wrapped around it and your covered chin is lying on your knee and without another word she grabbed her laptop and exited room something about a ball and chain to her desk

The wolf and harpy are first to get up from their seats and the winged hybrid doesn’t go before gently brushing his fingers against your arm migrating towards the exit even though he’s stopped shortly by a shit eating grin and swaying tail conversation quickly taking place between the two

“So, what do you think?” Price hums both him and Simon approaching your seat as you began to stand rolling your shoulders eyes low beneath your mask it was still early in the day only 13:27 you had a training group normals at 14:15 sharp anyone who was a minute late got to run laps around base even if they weren’t hybrids or the ‘superior’ race in the field you couldn’t determine if you were fighting a hybrid or a normal and if you babied them because they were weaker than a super they wouldn’t have a fighting chance against one.

“He asks a lot of questions” Ghost responds curtly while the older man takes no offense to it producing a chuckle from the back of his throat taking out a cigar from his breast pocket in his vest holding out the thick brown lump filled with nicotine out to the blonde who responded by taking out a silver lighter snapping the cover back quickly as it produced a flame its front covered by an ace card with its main attraction being a skull the drug lights aflame a small hissing sound coming from it when the salt and pepper haired hybrid took a drag

“Comes with the package. Wolves don’t like uncertainty in the pack dynamic.”

“He knew you and Gaz before he transferred, didn’t he?” You spoke up squinting your eyes at your captain eyelashes mere meters away from kissing your cheek standing the only way he could get a read on you and Simon he usually says ‘those eyes can tell you everything and nothing all at once, just gotta watch em.’

“Yes, but you’re both hell of a new variable” Price admits before smugly nudging your shoulders with his strong single wing while Ghost crossed his arms over his chest you roll your eyes stepping away from the pair

“Save your verdicts until you see him in action, he’s a vision in the field.”

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Hey… how yall doing 😅

I haven’t posted since October I missed you writers!

Ermm I’m a year older —Nov 8th— happy belated birthday to me

And that’s about it 😭

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yaekiss · 8 months

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#Mailroom Open!　─ Hello Qi! I hope I am able to get this letter in before the cutoff 😖 May I send a love letter to yan!Jing Yuan, and have him address a Foxian!reader w gn nicknames?

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To my dearest Scoundrel,

You are quite the terrible influence my dear general, are you aware of this? How am I supposed to resolve this trade agreement with our fellow Xianzhou flagships in a timely manner, when you have more or less conditioned me to take naps during most hours of the day?

Truly despicable of you really. And on top of that, your "parting gifts" you left on me are still very tender; very distracting from my work. Efficiency and diligence, I fear will be strangers to me during this trip.

Regardless, I hope you are doing well and are not causing to much trouble for the commission during my absence. (Please try to not stress Fu Xian too much, I don't need further distractions from her blowing up my phone because of your shenanigans.) Maybe if you are on your best behavior, I might even give you a reward. Perhaps even something of your choosing if you are especially well behaved~.

Before I sign off and leave you to return to my work, I have sealed a gift for you. Consider it...my own unique "parting gift" to you until I return to you. Which I know in our vast lifespans will be over before you know it my beloved.

-Sincerely, your sleepy vixen

(Enclosed in a small red and gold box, is a simple blue collar with golden accents and filigree with a note that says "wear it until I come back ;)" )

꩜ Letter Content: Dom! GN! Reader x Yan! Sub! Jing Yuan, no gendered terms for reader, Jing Yuan calls you "my tranquility", unhealthy obsessive relationship from Jing Yuan, lightly implied drugging, mentions of reader topping and edging Jing Yuan, quick mention of biting and blood, lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ Delivery Notes: You have quite the roster of guards at the door of your hotel room huh? Looks like nothing's going to slip past them if they were chosen by Jing Yuan himself! ꩜ Wanna write a love letter yourself? Check out it out here!

As you return to your temporary quarters after sitting through a particularly arduous trade meeting, you’re alerted by your guards assigned to you (by none other than Jing Yuan) about a suspicious delivery left for you while you were away.

Inspecting the box, a laugh escapes you when you catch the ink paw prints of a lion stamped haphazardly on both sides of it. After explaining that this was a personal delivery from the Xianzhou Luofu’s Dozing General, it seemed to dissolve any remaining apprehension your guards had and they handed the box over to you. Thanking them for dutifully carrying out their work, you step into your room.

Your room is spacious, ridiculously so. Why would one person need such a massive room for themselves? It’s the kind that only a general could manage to procure. The open sliding window leads to a balcony that showcases the bustling lively environment of the streets below and a cool evening breeze fills the room. Settling down on the edge of the bed, you set the box in your lap.

Upon opening up your delivery, it seems that Jing Yuan had prepared a pair of gifts in return for you. The first of two is an intricate small glass spray bottle set within a satin-lined box. The small tag tied around it says, “Some of the fragrance that I often use. For you to spray on your pillows when you sleep. :3”

Spritzing a fine mist onto your wrist, the scent of your lover wafts from the area; not too strong such that it’s unpleasant for your keen sense of smell, nor too faint that it’s hard for you to pick up. The fragrance is soothing and familiar, a thoughtful gift that will no doubt improve the quality of your sleep, as evident from the yawn it draws out from you.

The second gift you retrieve from the box is a soft sleep mask in your favourite colour. Sliding it over your eyes, you find that the fabric is smooth against your skin and the mask manages to completely block out all light, fully blacking out everything. The elastic strap isn’t overly tight but secure enough that it ensures that the mask doesn’t slip off too easily. Perfect for tossing and turning.

Finally, laid at the bottom of the box, is the reply from Jing Yuan, concealed in an elegant envelope. The quality is top-notch and flawless, and it’s sealed securely. Running your hand over the envelope, you feel the crest of the Cloud Knights embossed lightly on the surface. You break the seal and remove the letter contained within.

His handwriting is steady and dignified, each and every brushstroke on the page graceful. At the end of his letter, is his own name seal, stamped in red ink. Jing Yuan’s reply reads:

“For my dreamlike haven,

My apologies, it seems that Mimi got its paws on the box while I was out of my office and left a couple of paw prints on the sides. Sigh, you should’ve seen how much ink I had to clean off the surfaces, truly troublesome. Perhaps it knew that the box was meant for you and wished to leave something for you as well, haha!

I have to admit, Mimi is not the only one missing you, my tranquility. I find myself looking over to my side to ask for your wise input on things, only to realise that you’re away. Fu Xuan laughs at me whenever I do this. :(

It's just not the same to take afternoon naps without you by my side. Nothing is as comforting as your warmth in my arms, or for me to jokingly complain about the tips of your furry ears tickling my nose when we cuddle together. My slumbers are no longer restful when I can’t spend them with you, my tranquility.

The things I would do to have you next to me again. Are the marks and scratches I left on you still visible, my tranquility? Judging by how the ones you left on me are fading, I assume my parting gifts left on you are doing the same. Would you let me mark you up again, and won’t you extend the same generosity to me too? I yearn for your searing touch, my tranquility, for your fangs to pierce my skin and bring forth the vivid red beneath. Whenever I close my eyes, the only thing I can see is you, as if you linger in my every thought and dream.

Speaking of dreams, it seems that lately, my dreams have taken quite a raunchy turn. The starring role for all of them is obviously, you, my tranquility. You’d have me pliant and satisfying your every whim. In one, you had me bent over my office desk, fucking me hard as I rocked back against you. In another, you were edging me mercilessly, over and over again, until I could do nothing but beg helplessly for my release. That look you had in your eyes still sends a shiver down my spine. I’m hoping that soon, you can help turn these dreams of mine into reality.

Additionally, thank you for the collar, my tranquility. I’ve taken the liberty of adding a charming little bell at the front of it, I think you’d find it quite endearing. (And perhaps deserving of a reward? :3)

Do take care of yourself, or else I might just have to come and do it myself, haha. I’ll try to be on my best behaviour but no promises! I miss you dearly, my tranquility, come back to me soon.

Your rascal of a general,

- Jing Yuan -

P.S. Remember to use the fragrance on your pillows and the sleep mask!”

Rising from your seat on the bed, you pack everything back into the box before stepping into the shower to… cool off after reading Jing Yuan’s letter. In the bathroom, you find yourself relaxing as the water patters on your skin. Your ears flicker slightly whenever they pick up noise from beyond the locked door. A shout from the busy streets below, a soft sigh and the tinkle of a bell, the water splashing onto the floor around you.

Whilst clothing yourself, you lift your wrist to your nose and sigh when the scent of Jing Yuan has expectedly, (begrudgingly), been washed off. However, when you return to your bed, the scent of him still lingers, one that wasn’t here before.

Your heightened foxian senses can just about make out where it’s concentrated the most, and it points towards your pillow. It’s saturated with the smell of him, to a disconcerting degree. Lifting it up, you’re greeted with the sight of the usual red ribbon he has tied around his hair.

The world falls silent around you.

He was in your room.

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thiccevangeline · 6 months

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♡Summary:König was just a regular nobody to you until he started sitting next to you in science class♡

MDNI

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Uhmm,warnings are: blowjob,Virgin König x experienced reader,groping yk normal sht

Reader is plus size and black that eh neva goin an change 🇹🇹🇹🇹🇹🇹trini to do bone

♡ Nerd König who sits next to you in science class.

♡Nerd König who can't help but sneakily steal peeks at your cleavage even though he feels bad for doing so

♡Nerd König who gets nervous when you look at him thinking you caught him staring, when in reality you just wanted to ask him if he understood what the teacher said about some guy named Newton

♡Nerd König who nods in agreement dragging his book closer to yours ready to explain

♡Nerd König who doesn't realize you're not paying attention, too busy reciting the 2nd law of gravity to you while you stare at his big ,veiny hands ,one gripping the pen making it look comically small and the other flat on the table holding the book open,you wandered what else he could do with them............. maybe they could satisfyingly grope at your large plush titts,probably they could plant a heavy smack to your big, soft,thick, brown ass ,or painfully but pleasurably stretch your tight lil cunt open on his thick calloused digits,even flick the sensitive little nub or perhaps wrap around the whole expanse of your delicate neck giving a soft but sturn grip.......you bite you lips at the thought, rubbing you stocking clad knees together, soaking through your underwear and probably the ridiculously small piece of fabric you claimed to be a skirt which bearly covers your ass

♡Nerd König who realizes you were squirming uncomforta- bly asking if you were okay, the bell rang just as you nodded in response grabbing his hand; you both pick up your belongings and leave, you take note of how hot ,heavy and calloused his hand is

♡Nerd König who clumsily follows behind your smaller form,(now...you are not short by any means but this man's size is just ridiculous, inhumane if you will) having no clue of where you're taking him, he still just follows, you finally reach your dorm fumbling with the key to unlock the door revealing your unbelievably PINK room , he looked at what he could see,plushies,posters,furniture etc all PINK, you push him towards your bed and he off balances and falls flat on his ass on your soft mattress, he tries not to move around to much not wanting to mess up the perfectly fixed duvet

♡Nerd König who's eyes widen when he realizes that you were stripping ,you stood before him in your pink hello kitty print underwear set and knee high stockings that you bundled up at your ankles, you slowly gave him a 360 of your body turning again so your back was to him ,giving him a goooood view of that perfect ,plush , tatted ass that was greedily swallowing up that thong strap

♡Nerd König who's dick immediately started to harden at the sight,with a smirk on your face you backed up lowering your ass to sit on his wide spread lap purposely smushing his erection against your ass and his leg earning a surprisingly high pitched moan from him,you didn't expect it simply because of his share size but you liked it ,you found it cute, you then grabbed his hands placing them on your titts keeping your hand on his in order to guide him on how exactly to caress them,you groan at the feeling of his calloused palms pawing at your stiff ,clothed nipples,you also began slowly grinding your ass onto his lap, the feeling of his warm breath against your neck

♡Nerd König who starts rutting his hips into yours moaning and the grip he has on your titts tighten, panting harder and letting out a string of muffled moans,wanting to hear him better you crane your neck to face him removing his face mask,as he was about to protest you smash your slightly bruised glossed lips into his all the while still grinding on him , with the way his teeth clash with yours and he clumsy tries to suck your tounge;you could tell that it was his first kiss,a virgin, you thought

♡Nerd König who pants heavily after you break the kiss,still I disbelief that a girl as pretty as you kissed him,a girl as beautiful as you was on his lap grinding on him,he honestly could not believe it he honestly thought he was dreaming, what brought him back from day dreaming though is when he felt your hands paw at his zipper struggling a bit because of the length of your nails,you ask him " is this your first time big boy?" He responds with a bearly audible " ja", you nod knowingly pulling down his boxers to reveal his thick massive cock, you licked your lips at the sight of thick beads of precum dribbling out of his hole, you fisted him slowly with one hand staring at the foreskin rolling over the tip and with the other you fumbled his big heavy balls, at this point all the poor man could do was moan ,whimper and gently paw at you hands in attempt to stop you from jerking him off,all you did was coo at him ,telling him it was alright and that you were going to make him feel good,you brought your lips to his red swollen tip and gave it a few kisses and some kitten licks before you took him in you mouth hollowing your cheeks,gagging on half then stroking the rest with your hand

♡Nerd König who moans out begging you to stop because he said it feels weird "Oh mein Gott, bitte, bitte, ich ... ich fühle mich komisch, ohh" ( Oh my god, please, please, I... I feel weird, ohh) he writhes and whimpers begging you to stop while you mercilessly deep throat him ,he's so deep in your throat that your nose is smashed against his bushy pubes,you finally let up when you feel him grab onto your head and press down emptying his ridiculously huge load down you tight throat and you choke on it ,you remove your head to sit up and catch your breath, still coughing you look up at him who lays motionlessly on your bed breathing heavily muttering something incoherent between breath "danke, danke, danke," He then sits up "Ah Scheiße, geht es dir gut, Liebling?"( Oh shit,are you okay darling?),you stare at him a bit confused but with a smile,and he waves his hand in apology before saying "are you okay ?" He then looks at you as a way of asking if you understood what he said and you nodded in reply "are you okay? And he nodded as well, he helps you of the floor and you stand in front of him,he giggles at the fact that you're the same height as him even though he's sitting, you're quick to kiss him and he kisses you back, he breaks the kiss and removes his shirt; using it to wipe up the excess cum off your chin and chest,you smile at him and push your weight on him so he falls back on the bed,you both lay there,enjoying each other's silence ,soon enough you drift off

AN:soooooo it's my first time,don't come for meeeee😭😭😭but if you want to cum for me you can😏😏jk jk jk well,I hope yall enjoy 😉 😘 💖 and if any fellow authors read this gimme some feedback plsss it would be greatly appreciated 😊 ☺️ 😄 😘

@chrollohearttags @sincerlycas hey babes I'm new,but saw yall followed, yall are great writers btwwww💋💋💋love from Trinidad 🇹🇹 ❤️

#könig x black reader #x black plus size reader #x black fem reader #cod mw2 #cod konig #cod smut #x black reader #black authors

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halfmoth-halfman · 7 months

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karma is a cat purring in my lap

Pairing: Mob Boss!Price x F!Reader Word Count: 1.3k Warnings: very minor spoilers for designer dress, mention of animal death, a cat with a vendetta Disclaimer: I do not own modern warfare or any of the modern warfare characters. A/N: oop the cat drabble got a little longer than i expected but oh well i had fun with it

The cat is a wretched creature made of a vicious hatred that could rival only the Devil himself.

A spiteful little thing so eager to sink its fangs into every inch of flesh it sees, and Price has to wonder how Roach got it into the manor in the first place.

They try to lure it out from the corner it’s tucked itself into, try to coax it from where it lounges just atop one of the massive bookshelves, but every attempt is met with hisses and swipes of those streets-sharpened claws. When the cat decides it’s finally had enough, it resorts to slinking across the higher shelves and knocking off the thickest books it can find. The heavy tomes land with a loud thud every time until one falls onto Soap’s face and blood bursts from his nose.

They let it be after that, resigned to allowing it to nest atop that bookshelf where it watches them almost smugly.

Rudy tries to tempt it away at the end of the day, shaking a bowl of freshly filleted fish and ground meats in the cat’s direction. The cat watches him, tail swishing back and forth against the spines of the books it’s perched upon, but it never moves.

Rudy gives up after half an hour, leaving the bowl behind in a frustrated and defeated huff.

Roach checks on it the next morning to find the bowl empty, curiously looking around the room for any sign of their tiny intruder. It isn’t long until he spots the meat-smeared paw-prints trailing into the kitchen, and when he follows them—

—Roach has never seen such a mess, bits of food smeared across the table, the chairs, even the windows. It’ll take forever to clean properly, and Roach wonders if the cat actually ate any of the food before it turned the dining room into a meat-based Jackson Pollock painting.

A small chirp catches his ear, and he turns to find the cat sitting in the doorway, head tilted, paws licked clean, and whiskers twitching. It chirps again, almost like it’s…laughing at him? Surely it couldn’t—

Roach takes a step forward and the cat turns to run with lightning speed, taking its place back atop its books.

From there, the cat’s behavior only worsens.

It only acts at night when everyone is asleep, picking its targets at random; a suspicious display of intelligence that sets the house on edge.

Ghost is its first victim, waking up early in the morning to find his bedroom door cracked open and his collection of masks lying in shreds on the floor. He storms through the manor searching for the culprit in a blazing fury only to find the cat lying in front of the fireplace in Price’s office on a bed of shredded cloth. The cat darts away the moment Ghost catches it, evading him with surprising nimbleness to disappear into the manor.

Alex is a repeat target, much to his frustration. It’s following him, he thinks, but every time he checks his surroundings there’s no sign of it. Yet it somehow always manages to appear whenever Alex decides to eat, knocking something over to distract the man only to take a swipe at his plate the moment Alex looks away. Alex cleans five meals from the dining room rug before he goes to Price.

The cat never stops in its journey of torment. It chews König’s socks and boots until they’re deformed and soggy, sneaks into Price’s closet to tear at his clothes, steals Valeria’s jewelry to hide it in the houseplants, and screams at the top of its little lungs outside Alejandro’s room at random hours in the night.

They have to do something, but they can’t get the cat to leave. It outsmarts them at every turn, disappearing into crevices of the manor they never knew were there.

Price doesn’t care how it’s handled, whether they choose to let the cat live or get rid of it another way. He gives his people free rein to deal with it how they see fit with only one exception: keep the cat away from Canary.

Their relationship is so precarious already, and he wants her only focus to be on recovering. The last thing she needs is this tiny demon to ruin her clothes or destroy her meals.

The next day is spent with a manhunt for the cat.

They search every corner of the manor, leaving no stone unturned and no room unchecked. Every inch of the manor grounds is scoured in search of the hellion, but the cat seems to have disappeared. There’s a small murmur of disappointment, but mostly relief as they conclude that the cat must’ve finally tired of them and run off.

Price finally relaxes the tension from his shoulders, weaving through the manor halls to check on Canary.

He’s never been a cat person, and this kind of nonsense is exactly why. If he’d had his way they would’ve taken that damned cat and–

“Are you warm enough?” Canary’s soft voice drifts out of her room, a light, happy tone that Price hasn’t heard from her in so long.

Her door is slightly open, and Price inches toward the gap to peer inside. He’s careful not to make too much noise and startle her, not wanting to disturb her in any way. Not if she’s having a good day.

He’ll just check on her, and then he’ll leave.

“Oh, what a big stretch!” Canary coos.

Price nearly trips in his steps, catching himself at the last minute.

Who is she talking to–

Oh.

When he peeks inside, he spots Canary in bed, lying on her side to face the door. She’d see him easily if she were to look up, but she’s too preoccupied with the cat sprawled on its back in front of her. Legs in the air, it bats softly at her wiggling fingers as she pokes and rubs its belly.

The cat rolls onto its stomach, lazily crawling up the bed until it reaches Canary’s face and gives her a gentle lick on the nose.

Canary laughs softly, and it’s the best thing Price has heard in months. He’s craved that sound for so long, begging every higher power for her to find something to bring her joy again.

Canary shifts to lay on her back, the cat immediately curling up on her chest and nestling its head under her chin. She softly strokes along its head, a gentle smile gracing her face.

Price lets out a small, contented hum just quiet enough for Canary not to hear, but the cat’s ears twitch. Those wide, watchful eyes snap open, staring straight into his soul.

He’s never seen a cat glare before, but he’s certain he has now. It looks downright threatening, daring him to come closer and disturb their little sanctuary.

He understands now. This isn’t some random stray that decided to make the manor their home. This is the answer to his late-night prayers, his pleas for Canary to be happy once again. She’s been handed a new friend, a creature to give her the affection and comfort she so desperately needs, but they have been delivered a harbinger of retribution. Canary is too healed to try and give them the karma they deserve, but this cat has proudly taken up the job for her.

Somewhere in the world, a finger's just curled down into the palm of a monkey's paw.

Canary shifts, a small wince as she moves her head too quickly and the bandages catch.

The cat purrs loudly, nuzzling as far into her as it can, and Canary’s wince slowly turns to that stunning smile Price has missed so much.

Price has never been a cat person, and will probably never settle with the future havoc this cat is sure to wreak, but if that possessed creature is able to bring Canary even a small amount of solace?

He’s willing to try.

#captain john price x reader #captain price x reader #john price x reader #price x reader #captain john price #captain price #john price #price #modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #mw fics #moth writes

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certifiedfreec · 3 months

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neighbor!simon, the man that you are…

(reader is a baker… just for these few minutes 😭🙏)

🏘️ you’re finally settled into your new home, located in a quaint neighborhood not terribly far from your old one. it’s got a huge kitchen- exactly what you need for your small baking business! with all your supplies in their proper place, you’re finally ready to tackle all those orders after temporarily halting your services while you moved. you start prepping for a client’s son’s birthday cake, gathering all your ingredients, and you plug in your mixer…

🏘️ bright sparks fly for a second, making you fear for a house fire, and in seconds your mixer is deemed inoperable. must’ve gotten banged up during the move, or maybe it’s the fact that you’ve been using it for years :/ this puts you in a tight situation, as the lady’s supposed to pick the cake up this evening! there’s not enough time to go out and get a new one- but it’s not like you could afford one anyway with the lack of business over the past few weeks. sigh. you don’t even know any of your neighbors yet, but at this point they’re your only option.

🏘️ you set your ingredients aside before you reluctantly venture out of your house, starting with your neighbor to the left. a friendly old woman answers, but after asking for help you learn that she mixes “the ol’-fashioned way.” well, she’s not making a complicated triple-layer cake for some grimy kid, so that’s not exactly an option, judith. you thank her anyway and head over to the house across from yours, only to get no answer. must not be home. shit. you’re losing your last glimmer of hope as you trudge over to the house to your right, knocking on the door and already feeling a wave of regret crash into you. however, the tide changes when the door opens after a moment…

🏘️ you’re met by a hulking, broad man who barely fits in his doorframe, dressed in a black hoodie and blue jeans. he’s got some sort of balaclava covering his face- unconventional for sure, but that doesn’t dissuade you from nearly ogling at his size. he’s at least 6 feet tall, and all you can see are his eyes. shiny, warm, and honey-brown, but they watch you with some sort of guarded interest. almost like he’s staring through you. you can’t tell if you’ve already pissed him off, but then you hear his voice.

🏘️ “‘ello?” he’s not just british, he’s super british, with a voice so low and throaty that you want him to read you bedtime stories. you’re a little dumbfounded at the haunting beauty of the man whose doorstep you’re invading, but you’re so desperate to finish that goddamn birthday cake that you nervously blurt out some meek elevator pitch: hi, i’m a new neighbor next door, i have a baking business from home and my mixer just exploded on me. i have to make an annoyingly elaborate cake by tonight, would you by chance happen to have a mixer?

🏘️ the man chuckles. like, actually chuckles, and it’s the most beautiful sound ever. he must be used to having that effect on people; you hope he can’t hear your heartbeat skyrocketing. you see a faint smile through that skull-printed mask thing, and he gives you a quick nod before suddenly disappearing into his home. from the halfway-open door, it looks like it’s minimally decorated. you see some ambient lighting and hear some rock music playing somewhere-why are you paying attention to these things right now??

🏘️ the massive man emerges again, handling a beautiful high-end mixer that’s still in the box, and it makes your heart still. you’re fucking kidding. it was nicer than the one you were previously using before it combusted. that wave of regret from earlier ebbs into one of relief as he clutches it in his bear-paw-like hands, telling you briefly that he’s “been tryna get rid of the bloody thing” since he doesn’t bake much anyway. says he got it as a white elephant gift and was pissed about it, because he’d originally gotten some great bottles of bourbon that were inevitably stolen from him. he seems to warm up the slightest bit when he tells you, “keep it. it’s been collectin’ dust here.”

🏘️ you can’t get clear a read from him through all this, maybe because of his menacing appearance and stoic expression... yet he’s fairly relaxed when he talks to you. it’s actually kind of endearing! he’s giving you major “scary dog privilege” vibes, and you’ve always liked an intimidating- looking man who turns out to be a softie <3 you tell him you’d be happy to pay him for the gorgeous mixer he’s bestowing upon you, and he only shakes his head, as he has something else in mind. “i got one condition.” yeah, he’s not letting you go that easily. he’d be silly to, he thinks.

🏘️ you wait for this huge stranger’s request with bated breath, hoping he doesn’t say anything off-kilter though you’d probably do anything he asked since he’s so freakin’ attractive even without seeing at his face. you notice that faint smile again through the mask fabric before he says simply, “a lil’ bit of whatever you’re bakin’.”

🏘️ that’s all? you laugh, which to him is more pleasing to the ear than the music he’s playing throughout his house. it’s a surprisingly lighthearted ask and you happily oblige. an excuse to see this hunk again? sign me up!! he introduces himself as simon, and you assure him you’ll save him a little piece of your project because he just saved your whole damn business. pretty sweet deal. you thank him again with the expensive mixer in your grasp, feeling like the universe is entirely on your side today as you walk back to your house just 50 feet away. he’s feeling the exact same, and this man has never trusted the universe before.

🏘️ no surprise here, but the mixer works like a charm! it’s almost happy to no longer be sitting in the purgatory of simon’s kitchen cabinet. what was supposed to be a one-time deal turns into a routine of bringing over various cookies, pies, and cake slices to neighbor!simon, which is also the perfect excuse to see him without his face covering on <3 he’s hesitant about this at first, but now that gorgeous face is always on display so he can try whatever you’re fixing. oh, and you’re surprised to find that he’s more than comfortable with critiquing your baking, the cocky bastard. one time you brought over a wedge of lemon meringue pie, and upon biting into it he immediately told you “there’s not enough lemon zest.” you told him you thought he never baked; his self assured reply was “said i couldn’t bake, not couldn’t taste.”

🏘️ from that point on, you trust neighbor!simon’s judgment. he’s brutally honest, no sugarcoating (though he thought your peanut butter cookies could’ve used some of that). the only logical thing to do was appoint him as your official taste-tester, which he of course accepted! someone’s gotta do it, right? soon after his “promotion,” he’s sat in your kitchen to sample little bits of your work, letting you know what he thinks is missing and trying his hardest not to imagine dragging you back to your bedroom. he actually thinks you’re an incredible baker- he just likes to get all the portions that are reserved for him only!! if only he could sample you sometime :( he has this insatiable need to be even closer, so now he’s up helping you reach things in your higher cabinets and putting away used ingredients so your space is kept tidy. this makes your heart and something else swoon- yeah, you could definitely get used to having him as a business partner :’)

🏘️ neighbor!simon likes to study you whenever he’s over “on the clock”- his steady gaze picks up on all the details you don’t even notice about yourself. how tightly you hold your spatula when you’re stirring ingredients, how your tongue darts out when you’re reading through a recipe, how your cute little cheeks flush red when you vent about high-maintenance clients. you’re just so passionate that it’s almost maddening! a darker part of him can’t help but want to disrupt you, break your focus (and your back too hehe) and make you forget about your job for a little. you’re just so overworked, so eager to please your clientele, poor thing :( if only he could help you relieve your stress!!

🏘️ eventually he gets called in for an operation with his job, and he tells you he’s gonna be on assignment for a little over a month. you’re surprised at how sad you are when he’s not around to pull your cakes out of the oven and make his snarky comments about your demanding clients :/ he admittedly can’t stop thinking about you while he’s gone, how pretty you look when you’re concentrating on your pastry art, how he wants to rip that apron right off of you. he tries to distance himself with his work, reasoning that you’ll forget about him eventually since you’re just neighbors anyway. however, this is all thrown out the window when he returns home and sees that you’ve made him a huge banoffee pie, a favorite treat of his that he mentioned offhandedly one afternoon <3

🏘️ neighbor!simon has no words that can convey his appreciation- you really are the sweetest thing that’s happened to him! he immediately takes a bite, and it’s something he wants for every single occasion now. the combination of the kind gesture and the extensive time spent away from you inspires him to show you how grateful he is- in other words, he’s got you perched on your counter beside all your baking supplies, holding your legs over his shoulders while he devours your pussy like it’s one of your famed desserts. he laps and sucks at your oversensitive clit while you’re left to tug on his dark blond hair, and he thinks that your sweet slick is so much better than anything you’ve baked (no offense!! <3).

🏘️ and the best part? you feel just as good as you taste! after making you cum on his warm tongue and long fingers too many times to count, he’s mercilessly pounding into your cunt, holding your thighs up as he fills you with his ridiculously thick cock :’) one of his massive hands is cradling the back of your head, making you watch his length repeatedly sink into you and cause that bulge in your lower tummy. if that wasn’t enough to have you singing his praises, he’s telling you everything you’d ever wanted to hear from him with that low, husky voice of his: “y’look so pretty all split open for me,” “see that? takin’ me so good, angel,” “lemme have it, wanna feel you cum…”

🏘️ you’re sure the rest of your neighbors can hear you as your voice grows hoarse from crying out neighbor!simon’s name so much, but your brain is so fried from all the intense orgasms that you really don’t care!! with few more hard thrusts he finally pumps his hot load of cum into you, rendering you too sexed out to finish the rest of your clients’ orders that day. good thing he’s watched you so closely since he started coming over, because now he knows exactly what to do to get them prepped while you nap. he carries you to your bed, and all you can focus on as you drift to sleep is what else you can bake for him to get him to fuck you like that again. really though, he’d do it absolutely anytime- you’re his new favorite dessert anyway <3

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #call of duty smut #call of duty #mdni #call of duty imagine #simon riley imagine #i always end up writing about baking WOOPS #this man is so scrumptious #neighbor au

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beastlybardou · 7 months

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The Aesthetics of Identity and Self Imposed Homesickness

As I worked on a playlist for myself and my werewolf identity, I came across something that I had never noticed before: the way that the aesthetics I associate with my identity make me feel more out of place in my current life.

I associate my werewolf identity with, well, probably the same things most people associate wolves and werewolves with. Frigid cold mountain ranges, dark frozen forests of birch and pine, bubbling streams lined with fern and moss, the bugle of elk and growls of bears, the absence of humanity for miles upon miles - the cold, isolated wilderness of the north. Engaging with these aesthetics makes me feel euphoric and at home. You can imagine then how it feels to get offline and live in the burning hot ranch-land plains of Texas. There are no mountains here, no birch and pine, no rushing springs, no lush fern nor moss, no elk, no bears, none of it.

So what to do then when the comfort of my kind's home is locked away behind a screen or a hundred dollar plane ticket?

Well for a good while I contented myself with the answer "suffer". But y'know I really don't think that is the best solution. The feeling of discontent in your surroundings and intense species dysphoria actually feels, well, kind of romanticized in our community, like the suffering makes your identity more real, but I think for me what really makes my identity shine is bringing it away from the online world and into the real one, even if what is around me isn't exactly the environment I prefer. I think a better answer is to do what wolves and humans have always done best: adapt. There is no reason that I shouldn't romanticize the aesthetics of the land that I do have around me through a werewolf perspective. That's where the playlist I was working on comes in. All this kind of "clicked" in a way for me driving down a long ranch road at sundown listening to Prowler by Coyote Kid which I had just added to my playlist on recommendation without listening to it first. Its southern gothic vibes mixed with werewolfery caught my attention immediately, because I noticed what I felt in that moment was a kind of species euphoria usually reserved for visits to the mountains. I was at home in my species *and* my environment. The dark dusky skies darkening over fields of cattle and juniper forests, the scent of sun baked straw and dust warming my snout, the hot evening breeze ruffling my fur - it all suddenly felt like home.

That feeling did quickly fade, but it gave me a glimpse of the fact that I am capable of feeling at home here. That I can be just as much, or even more, of a werewolf when I'm enjoying this land as I am when I'm made miserable by it and my homesickness. So from now on I am going to try to embrace the aesthetics and activities of the place that I am, rather than the place I wish I was. I'll be the beast lurking in the ranch lands and along the country roads, the snarl from in the grass much to deep to be a coyote, the mysterious paw prints littering the dust of your destroyed barn. And I can treat living near humans the same way. I will never fit in with humans. I try not to get too misanthropic about it, but I just won't. That doesn't mean I can't exist on the fringes of their society. Infiltrator. Beast hidden in the crowd. I can wear their mask and be proud of my ability to do so. I don't have to feel crushed by it when I know I am always just biding my time to meet others of my kind and let myself free when I am alone.

I know it might seem strange for a simple shift of aesthetics to be so impactful, but in this community especially, aesthetics and symbolism are such a foundational building block of self image and of how you interact with the community itself. And I suppose even then really this is less about the shift in self image around aesthetics and more about the refusal to continue participating in the misery olympics of "how homesick and species dysphoric can I be".

I am a wolf. We adapt.

#nonhuman #werewolf #endel #canine kin #therian #alterhuman

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jay7543 · 1 month

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You’re ghosts little pet boyfriend

18+++

M4m

Hey!!!! This one is gonna be longer, and pretty kinky, some exabitionist/pet play stuff, just cause I think it’s kinda hot(especially if it means you’re ghosts pet, like that’s so hot 🥵)

I might branch out a bit soon, do some baldurs gate stuff, might do some konig stuff too, I’m having a lot of fun(and end up very turned on) writing these, so I hope you do to, enjoy!!!

You’ve been into pet play and outdoors stuff for a while, but you’ve been scared to tell ghost. I mean, how do you tell someone you like to be treated like a pet, with a collar, and a leash, and taking walks….in public….naked, it’s hard to tell someone. Since you two have been boyfriends for a few months now, and done some crazy stuff in bed, you finally decide to tell him. You text him prior that you’re coming over and you prepare all your supplies and put them in a bag which are. A collar, a leash, a fluffy ear headband, a tail butt plug, and a pair of gloves and knee highs that have paws printed on them (you’re very into this) after a long walk, you end up at his house.

Reader-“I wonder what he’s gonna think. He-he wouldn’t care, right? I mean, I’ve eaten his ass, let him put me in a mating press, this is just as weird right?”

You try to rationalize it out to yourself as you walk up to his door and knock, a few seconds later he opens it in his mask, a tank top, and loose fitting shorts, your favorite pair of pants to see him in.

Ghost-“ hello love, come in”

He lets you in and closes the door behind you, you walk over to his couch and sit with your bag in your lap

Ghost-“so, you said you wanted to tell me something? What’s up love?”

He sits next to you and puts his arm around you

Reader-“y-yeah, it’s…it’s about one of my kinks”

You say nervously, face turning a bit red and trying to keep yourself calm. Ghost looks a bit surprised

Ghost-“what is it love, ‘ave i not been doing well with the stuff you like? Tell me, I’d be glad to do better”

He says as his brow furrows, he seems genuinely worried about if he’s been doing good or if he’s pushing you too far.

Reader-“n-no, you-you’re great, amazing in fact, I love all the nasty stuff we do, I’m happy I found someone as freaky as me”

You chuckle and blush a bit more thinking about all the stuff you two have done

Ghost-“then what-what is it?”

You take a few deep breaths and pull the fluffy ear headband out of your bag and show him

Reader-“i-I’m into pet play, like, being your pet, going on walks…on all fours…naked”

You look down and blush from embarrassment. Ghost stares at you and the headband you’re holding, he smirks under his mask and takes the headband out of your hands and puts it on your head making you blush more.

Ghost-“pet play huh? You wanna be my pet love? My little doggy boyfriend?”

He whispers seductively into your ear

Ghost-“I’d bloody love that”

You smile and hug him, so happy that he’s open to it

Reader-“thank you, I was worried about telling you, I know we’ve done some weird stuff but I was still worried you know?”

Ghost nods and takes your bag and starts looking through it, his eyes widening as he sees all your stuff

Ghost-“wow love, you ‘ave a lot of stuff for this don’t you, you do this by yourself?”

You nod shyly

Reader-“sometimes yeah, it-it really gets me off, even more than a lot of the stuff we do, I even usually shoot bigger loads with that stuff on”

You giggle as you say that, both embarrassed and proud of yourself. Ghost chuckles and smiles under his mask

Ghost-“id love to see for myself, how abut you put it all on”

He says softly yet firmly, already living the idea of ordering you around like a dog. You smile and take the bag back and start stripping, revealing your soft, smooth, pale body, your pink nipples and your cute little penis, it’s small, and you love that fact, it lets you be even more of a sub around ghost.ghosts bites his lip under his mask and rubs his cock under his shorts, it’s outline perfectly visible through the thin fabric. First you put on the knee highs, he already put the headband on you, then you put on the gloves, then you put in the tail butt plug. You then hand him the collar and leash

Reader-“can you-can you put that on me, I want my…owner to put it on”

You say, your heart flutters when you call him owner, now you can be his little doggy boy, you can’t wipe the smile off your face as he walks over and puts it around your neck and clips on the leash and pulls it a bit to make sure it’s tight.

Ghost-“good boy”

He whispers in your ear causing your penis to twitch as you start to shake your hips to make your tail wag. He notices and grabs your penis and balls all in one of his huge hands

Ghost-“looks lol my good boy is excited. Wanna go for a walk?”

He says as he smiles. You gasp and nod vigorously

Reader-“yes, yes I do”

You say, excited to finally go in a walk with ghost as your owner

Ghost-“let’s go then”

He says as he tugs on your leash to the door, lucky for the both of you, it’s already dark, so it’s less likely people will see you. You and him start walking outside, the moonlight and streetlights lighting up your way and illuminating your naked body as you walk under them.

Ghost-“my little doggy looks so cute under the light”

He chuckles as you two get to the nearby park

Ghost-“now, all fours, we’re at the park now, so we can have some fun”

You nod with a huge smile on your face and get down on all fours, finally feeling like the pet you’ve always wanted to be, your master smiling down at you. He gives your head a nice pat.

Ghost-“good boy”

You notice the bulge in his pants, his cock rock hard from seeing you like this. You crawl up to it and take some deep sniffs and nuzzle against it, whimpering as you do, signaling you want him.

Ghost-“oh, is my puppy in heat? Hungry for some cum? Then he can have some since he’s been such a good boy”

He pulls down his shorts letting his cock spring free, it lands on you face and you burry your face in his balls to fill your nose with his scent and noting else. You lick his balls and shaft panting as you do.

Ghost-“hungry boy, huh”

He chuckles and grabs your hair and pulls you away from his cock, just out of reach

Ghost-“what do you say?”

Reader-“please, please, I want it, to worship it, to taste it”

He smiles

Ghost-“good boy”

He keeps you hair firmly in his hand and forces your head down into his cock, something you two have done before in the bedroom, but it feels 100x better here. He uses your head like a fleshlight, moving it up and down fast and hard, making you gag and gluck as he fucks your face, spit and drool falls down your chin, covering your chest. After doing this for a few minutes, You get close to passing out when he finally pulls your head off, letting you catch your breath as he shoots his load all over your face and chest, growling and grunting with every shot of hot cum that paints your perfect body. Without even noticing, you’ve reached down to start jerking yourself off, ghost notices

Ghost-“no, no, no. Good boys don’t jerk off, they hold it till I make them cum, right?”

You whimper and reluctantly pull your had away from your erection as you nod

Ghost-“good boy”

He says as he slaps his cock on your face a few times, making it hard again

Ghost-“let’s walk a bit more, let my cum drip off your chest onto the ground”

He chuckles as you get back on all fours and he tugs your leash so you start walking, you two walk around the park a bit, his shorts now off and on his hands, and you still dripping cum from your face and chest, you start to feel a pressure build up in you

Reader-“um, ghost?”

You ask nervously

Ghost-“you mean owner?”

He says smugly, you nod and respond

Reader-“y-yeah, owner, I-i have to pee”

You say as your face flushed, even though your naked with cum dripping off you, it’s still embarrassing

Ghost-“well, you’re a good boy right, let’s go over here and you can pee”

He takes you over to a patch of grass, expecting you to pee there, your heart starts to beat faster as you lift your leg and pee like a dog. You’re filled with embarrassment and arousal as you relief yourself in public. Ghost watches, chuckling

Ghost-“good boy”

He says as he watches you pee. You finally finish and lower your leg, feeling very aroused from the scenario. He notices and tugs on your leash leading you to a bench, he takes a seat and pats next to him, signaling for you too sit, you sit nervously, being fully illuminated by a lamp above you two.

Ghost-“now, I know you wanna fuck, let’s do it right here”

He says confidently, you look nervous.

Reader-“here? With-with the light above us?”

Ghost-“why not? I don’t give a damn if someone sees, I just wanna make my puppy happy”

You smile a bit when he says that, you stand and walk in front of him and pull the plug out, making a pop and showing him your gaping asshole, he immediately pulls you onto him and shoves his cock into you, causing you to moan loudly and cover your mouth, ghost grunts and starts thrusting, then he pulls you hand off your mouth

Ghost-“don’t hide it love, let it out, let me hear it”

You moan loudly with each thrust, your ass plapping against his pelvis and thighs, your cock bounces up and down, leaking precum. You both keep at it for a few minutes before you hear ghost laugh

Ghost-“ha, look over there, someone’s watching us”

He points to another bench nearby, with a man and a woman on it, fellow perverts out for some nighttime outdoor sex. Nonetheless, you get a bit scared and nervous

Reader-“should-should we stop?”

You ask as you slow down a little, when he feels you slow down he thrusts faster, making you whimper and moan even more

Ghost-“hell no, they’re just like us, see, they’re fucking too, we’re just putting on a show for them”

He pulls you fully off your feet and into his lap, pulling your legs up so you’re on full display for those two, and his cock reaches even deeper in you, causing you to yell out of shock and pleasure.

Ghost-“fuck yes love, your ass tightened when I did that, I’m gonna cum soon”

He thrusts faster, causing even more plaps

Reader-“m-me t-to”

You manage to stutter out as you feel yourself getting overwhelmed with pleasure

Ghost-“then let’s put on a show for them”

He thrusts hard into your ass and releases his load deep inside. As he does so, he he hits your prostate hard causing your cum to shoot out at surprising velocity, it keeps shooting out till he stops pumping, by the time he’s done there is a white puddle of your cum on the ground, he slowly pulls his cock out of you, letting his cum flow out as well

Ghost-“bloody hell, you weren’t lying when you said you cum more in public, dressed like a dog. That’s the biggest load I’ve ever seen you shoot”

He chuckles and glances over where the other couple was, he sees the man laying on the woman, both of them clearly having finished while watching you two.

Ghost-“looks like they loved the show, let’s go home, get you cleaned up”

He chuckles and stands to put his shorts back on, you slump back down into the bench

Reader-“my-my legs gave out”

You say while panting

Ghost-“guess I’ll have to carry my puppy home”

He pick you up bridal style, and starts walking home

Ghost-“we should do this more, it was amazing”

You nod, very exhausted you can only get a few words out

Reader-“I love you”

Ghost smiles under his mask

Ghost-“I love you too puppy”

He kisses your forehead

#18+ only #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #smut #ghost x reader #m4m #simon riley x reader #petpl4y #ghost x male reader #ghost smut #ghost cod #gay #gay smut rp #puppy sub

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salstray · 3 months

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Keegan P. Russ x fem!Reader - Guardian Angel 3rd person pov warnings: blood, bullet wounds, swearing, guns 1k words~

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part 2 = part 3

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“Keegan! Keegan! God damn it, respond! Where are you?!”

Merrick’s voice was laying in his lap, calling out from the ear piece that had been knocked from Keegan’s head when the Fed sniper had slammed his elbow into the Ghost’s temple. That same sniper was now laying in a mangled, bloody heap at the bottom of the cliff he’d once been scouting from, but the pistol he’d used to punch a hole right through Keegan’s stomach was laying only a foot away from the sole of his boot. Probably still warm from the discharge.

Keegan groaned, blinking a few times, slow and sluggish as he focused all his energy on pressing his glove to his leaking wound.

He needed to use his other hand to press the radio. To make contact. Tell his team where he was and what his status was so they could, at the very least, get his corpse somewhere they could bury him. But everything was thick and syrupy. Coated in molasses and hard to push through.

Already lost too much blood, he thought to himself.

“Keegan!” Merrick’s voice was laced with desperation. Fraying at the edges, cracking as he called to him, over and over, begging for something, anything that would tip them off to his position. That would give them a hint as to where he’d ended up. Had he made it to the house? Had he taken out the sniper? Was he still alive?

They wouldn’t get their answers. Not from him and not from the bullet that had torn right through his intestines.

Keegan’s eyes fluttered and he sucked in a deep breath as he tried to tug them open again.

Focus. What do you see?

Greenery. Ferns and underbrush. The house the sniper had set up in had been some sort of isolated vacation home on the side of the mountain. More taken by time than the crash of ODIN to the earth. Simply abandoned. There was a moldy, dirty sofa to the right of the room. Sitting in front of an overturned coffee table. Brown with rainwater and animal activity. There was a perfect set of paw prints that he could track on the arm-rest. Probably a fox or something that had found its way through one of the many shattered windows, looking to take a few berries from the blooming bush that half hung down through the collapsed ceiling.

His head rolled to the side, his cheek resting against his left shoulder as his breath slowly pushed free from his lungs. Keegan couldn’t feel most of his limbs at this point, but he didn’t let up the pressure on his wound, even if it wouldn’t do anything but delay the inevitable.

The wall on this side of the house had also fallen in. Either by a storm, human interference, or something else, he didn’t know. Insulation flapped in the wind, softly patting the drywall that was steadily crumbling away to dust with time. Beyond the wall was a cliff. The one Keegan had full body shoved the sniper off of. A small smile twitched its way onto his cheeks under the mask at the memory of the scream. Then the echoing crack and the answering silence.

At least I’ll see you in hell, bastard.

Finally, his eyes closed. It was supposed to be a blink, but… opening them again felt like it would take more energy then he had left… so they didn’t.

“Answer me, Russ! That’s a fucking order!”

Sorry, Merrick.

“Keegan!”

End of the line.

“Keegan!”

“Keegan?”

A new hand pressed against his. Warm. Soft. Somehow he could tell, even through the gloves and the icy feel of blood loss.

“Still with me?”

That wasn’t Merrick. His voice was rough. Commanding and sharp. This one was… quiet. Feminine. It wasn’t coming from his fallen earpiece, either. It was right in front of him. Clear as day.

“I got you, Sergeant. Don’t worry. You’ll be okay, I promise.”

He still couldn’t open his eyes. His body was heavy. Heavy in a way he’d never felt before. It wasn’t the pull of exhaustion. He was used to that, knew how to fight it off better than anyone. This was the drag of death.

And yet... he was still alive.

The warmth that pushed through his glove bled through his whole arm. From the tips of his fingers up to his shoulder, then deeper, into his chest and his lungs. Then down into his wound. He didn’t feel the bullet push its way out of his body, but the quiet clink of it hitting the wood between his thighs made him flinch.

“Easy,” the new voice called again. Another hand appeared, cupping his cheek, warm and welcoming, the thumb brushing against the edge of the mask under his eyes, which he still couldn’t seem to open. “Almost done.”

Almost done with what…?

Finally, Keegan’s eyes popped open. Wide and wild, shifting across the room, from right to left and back again, searching for the source of the voice. The hands, the warmth. But the room was empty.

It was just him. The pistol. And Merrick’s voice from his lap, agonized and drenched in defeat..

“God, damn it…”

Keegan’s right hand pulled away from his stomach, towards his rifle, which had fallen off his lap when he’d slid to the ground with his back to the wall, bleeding like a stuck pig. The other went to the earpiece and he wedged it back in place under the fabric of his mask before pushing at the button on his radio.

“Sniper’s down,” Keegan said simply.

“Keegan?! What the hell, what happened to you?!”

The Ghost’s hand fell away from his radio, down to his abdomen, where he’d been bleeding from minutes ago. But there was no blood to be found, now. Just a single hole torn right through his jacket, his hoodie, and his shirt, exposing a smooth spot of skin on his stomach, right under the line of his vest.

There wasn’t even a scar.

“Got held up. Heading back your way.”

He’d figure out the details later. Think about the voice, the hands, the wound later. For now, he’d continue on, haunting Federation territory like he was supposed to with his fellow Ghosts, the quiet thought of Guess I got a Guardian Angel or something... in his mind.

#Call of Duty #Call of Duty: Ghosts #CoD Ghosts #Keegan P. Russ X Reader #Keegan P Russ #Keegan CoD #Keegan x Reader #Fem!Reader #Keegan x Fem!Reader #Keegan P Russ x Fem!Reader #NOT gonna post this as a part one cause FUCK knows if i'll manage to write enough of it to make a part 2!#but i will try!#and it'll be linked if I manage it-#K BYE #my works

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small-sinclair · 10 months

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Can you do a story on how all the Sinclair brothers would react to a full goth reader. All black, chains, chokers, makeup,

All three boys will call you their little fruit bat. 🖤🖤🦇🦇

Bo: Confused

“Don’t you get hot with all ‘at black makeup an’ shit?” and “You look like a sexy vampire, darlin’.”

He doesn’t really understand whole goth thing, but he’s happy for you.

When it comes to spikes and chains, oh boy, he loves it! He knows how to put spikes on leather, so expect leather spiked jackets and gloves and clothing.

He makes you a chain with 5 small charms: a deer for Lester, an art palette for Vincent, a paw print for Jonesy, a truck for him, and a heart for you.

Vincent: Joins You

When I say he loves it, he loves it! He’ll actually go out with you to concerts, dressed like you, fully in love with you and the goth crowd because they’re more welcoming towards him.

He’ll design outfits, chains, help with your hair— he is in love.

He has a mask that has a lip ring, nose ring, and a cheek ring. Whenever he goes out to the music festivals, other goths think it’s sick and cool! It builds his confidence so much, too.

Vincent makes you chockers. Anything you want, he’ll make. And don’t think he won’t make matching ones!

Yes, you can paint his nails black.

Lester: Goes with It

PAINT HIS NAILS. HE WILL LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

Lester will take you and Vincent to concerts and wear rock shirts. He thinks you look so cool when you’re fully goth.

Yes, you can dress him in your outfits. He’ll love to match you.

Will make you jewelry out of bones. He just think a bird skull charm on your chocker would be beautiful on your neck.

If you need to test a makeup or a design, he’ll sit still and let you. It doesn’t matter to him because he loves making you happy and seeing you smile. Your his little fruit bat after all.

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lightandfellowship · 6 months

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My first draft of a Halloween Town Vor design. Just a doodle while I try to figure it out. (She's a fairy and a sphinx).

Though this probably won't be the final design, and I may even change my mind about the creatures I picked, here's some design notes to explain my current thought process:

Nomura has stated that his Halloween Town designs for Sora, Donald, and Goofy mix two different creatures together to create a more unique design (Goofy is Frankenstein's monster and a werewolf, Donald is a mummy and an invisible man, Sora is a vampire and an imp) so for the sake of pursuing authenticity, I wanted to make sure that my design incorporated two creatures as well.

Though a fairy may seem like an odd choice at first and something that would fit Christmas Town more (sugar-plum fairies and all) I'm thinking of the more traditional concept of a fairy that is mischievous and a little bit dangerous. (Though certainly if Vor were to visit Christmas Town, I think her design would become that more benevolent and cutesy kind of fairy.) Which I think fits Vor pretty well: she seems small and sweet, but don't underestimate her.

I wanted to balance the mischievous side of Vor with her observant/wise side (she's named after a wise Goddess after all), so I thought a sphinx would work there. Thus the lion paws and tail. In addition, the sphinx is known for asking people riddles, which I felt made for a nice reference to the Magic Mirror that's so important to Vor's story in the game, since it, too, speaks in rhymes and riddles. The sphinx also has eagle wings along with their lion body, which I think allows her sphinx and fairy side to be incorporated together well enough, since both creatures share the design element of wings. (Also, the big rope bow on Vor's back in her original design kinda resembles wings already). I tried to do something sort of similar with her ears, giving her the long ears of a fairy but adding fur to the tips to give it that cat-like appearance. Again, trying my best to marry two different creatures together that have vastly different visual aesthetics. Could be better, though? It's kind of hard to mix them together and make it look good/cohesive, I think.

I noticed two things about Sora's Halloween Town design that I felt were relevant and important for Vor's design: one, though Sora's design is drastically changed from his default KH1 design, the silhouette and shape of his clothes is mostly the same. And two, Sora's crown charm still exists on his Halloween Town design, it's just been changed from a necklace to a brooch on his bowtie. In light of these two things, I tried to keep Vor's clothes relatively the same shape with just some minor changes here and there (such as simplifying her big collar and making her shoes look more whimsical and fairy-like). And much like Sora's crown, I kept her "Terra's Mark" emblem (that's the canon name for it apparently), and just changed the ribbon around it to be more curly and Halloween-esque.

Vor has two different prints/designs on her original design: a column of circles on her sleeves, and curved rows of circles on the bottom of her jacket. I changed the sleeve design so the bottom-most circle is a yellow cat eye, which I think feels appropriately sphinx-like and Halloween-y. As for the design on the bottom of the jacket, I'm not quite sure I like it. I just changed it to a simple spiderweb design, because (1. I thought it would look nice there and (2. Sora's Halloween Town design has the jack-o'-lantern mask, so I felt like a more "cliche" Halloween motif was needed somewhere on Vor's design; the eyes just wouldn't cut it. If I end up refining this design more, the cobwebs may be exchanged with something more fitting.

And finally, the most obvious and simple to explain change...her color palette is now much more desaturated to match Halloween Town's gloomy, dark atmosphere. Though I did depart a bit from Nomura's approach here: for Sora, Nomura made his color palette almost completely black/grey/white. For Vor, however, I felt her original purple and gold color palette already lends itself well to Halloween, so I decided to keep her color palette relatively the same, just desaturating it heavily. I also simplified her palette in areas, such as making her belt a plain blue instead of its usual brown/gold/white, and removing the gold from her shoes.

#making kh art #ch tag: vo

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kastlequill · 6 months

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knock, knock

pairing: miguel o'hara x f!reader word count: 1.4k summary: when an unstoppable force meets a movable object tags: whumptober, first meetings, bank robbery, rescue, hurt/comfort, fluff if you squint, civilian!reader, miguel is a dork, no y/n warnings: none ao3: read here

Work was awful; always was, always would be. But today differed in its awfulness.

Usually, work sucked because of power-tripping bosses, incompetent coworkers, and asshole customers. As a banker, you had grown accustomed to dealing with not-so-nice folks who were eager to withdraw funds or deposit a fat check. Today, however, went to shit for an entirely new set of reasons.

A blaster dug deeper into the small of your back. “Do you know where the vault is or not, lady?”

Robbing a bank. How original.

“Yes, I—” God, what could you even say? It wasn’t as if the nutjob would see reason. “I have the code. If you ease up a bit on the gun, I can open it for you. No one has to get hurt here.”

The few silent moments of deliberation filled you with unease. There was no telling how triggerhappy this guy was, nor how impulsive.

“Don’t even think about playing any games. I’ll vaporize you faster than you can scream for help,” he snarled directly into your ear, the fabric of his ski mask brushing against skin. The press of the blaster disappeared, and you exhaled in relief. “Lead the way.”

And so you did.

You were in no position to play hero, not when he could pull the trigger in a split second, and certainly not when your pay was barely above the minimum wage. Dying for a job that didn’t even care to provide you with a livable salary would fucking suck.

Luckily, you wouldn’t have to.

As you started to direct the intruder to the back of the building, adrenaline mounting and mind racing, a blur of red and blue suddenly cut across the room. With its speed came a gust of wind that ruffled your hair and drew your full attention toward the flurry of motion. At the center of the chaos stood a man who you’d only ever seen on the news, whether as a still photo printed in the papers or as a shaky video on TV filmed by some random passerby.

Spider-Man. Easily beating the absolute shit out of the guy who had threatened you mere moments ago.

While they were both distracted, you tiptoed back to the front counter, crawled into the space between your chair and the desk setup, then pushed the emergency button that dispatched law enforcement. But you knew help wouldn’t arrive for at least another fifteen minutes.

The joys of living in Nueva York.

From where you hid, it was possible to glean a fragmented view of the fight, criminal versus vigilante. The latter threw the former around as if he were merely a ragdoll, and the sheer ease with which the hero did so reminded you of a cat pawing at a helpless mouse, wanting to have a little fun before the ultimate kill. They exchanged words as well as punches, but your hearing didn’t extend so far as to hear the specifics of their no doubt hostile, undiplomatic conversation.

Commotion raged on; pained groans accompanied by the subsequent splintering wood as the robber’s body crashed into another desk, followed by resonant thuds as unnaturally-powerful fists rained down on him. Spider-Man held little back and had no qualms delivering a violent retribution.

Not that you had any, either.

Finally, after what seemed to be an endless brawl—if such a one-sided beating could even qualify as a brawl—there was silence at last. Complete and utter silence. No heavy breathing from exertion, no agonized howls, no groveling for mercy.

Just quiet. The type of quiet that settled over a desolate city post-natural disaster, that permeated the air in a bloodied warzone post-surrender.

Until a throat cleared from somewhere above. “You in there?”

When you glanced up, the face that greeted you wasn’t by definition a face, but rather a mask. Red lines framed where eyes laid hidden, and the expression into which the markings configured told of slight concern. The outline of his hulking figure was illuminated by the flickering of a broken light, occasionally revealing to you a skeletonized spider emblem on his torso.

You found yourself wanting to absorb every little detail, every pattern and design, because you didn’t think it statistically probable that you would see him again. If the universe was feeling benevolent, then these kinds of events would happen only once in a lifetime. Prior to today, you’d not had the pleasure of crossing paths with Death, nor had you the good fortune of being in the vicinity of one of the most wanted men in the city.

A great deal had changed since this morning, however. And, to be quite frank, you were ready for the world to return to normal, eager for tomorrow to begin and end without misery or mayhem—

His knuckles rapped the counter overhead. “Knock, knock.”

What the hell. Was this guy for real? He didn’t give you the impression of being the funny type, but neither did he seem the kind of guy to participate in idle chatter.

“Who’s there?” you replied, curious yet cautious.

“A little old lady.”

“A little old lady who?”

“Bank telling and yodeling? Talk about being talented,” he remarked with a low whistle of admiration.

At the cheesy punchline, you crawled out from your hiding spot, stood, and stretched a bit to assuage the ache that had settled in your muscles as a result of crouching for too long. You dusted off your knees once much of the tension had dissipated then fixed him with an unwavering stare, raising an unimpressed brow.

“I’ve got one more for you.” Spider-Man put his hands on his waist and lifted his chin. While true that his features were obscured, you’d bet his eyes had become narrowed and intent, determined to evoke your laughter. “Knock, knock.”

Fine, I’ll bite. “Who’s there?”

“Police.”

“Police who?”

“Police hurry up, I need to take my lunch break.”

Lunch break.

You hadn’t had the chance to go on yours, too preoccupied trying to survive being held at gunpoint. Mortifyingly, this realization caused a salty wet trail to travel the length of your cheek, then another, and then a choked sob bubbled forth against your will.

The hero cursed something you couldn’t quite catch under his breath and sheepishly rubbed a hand down his masked face. Clearly, comforting crying civilians didn’t come naturally to him the way combat did. Although, in his defense, few had the energy to navigate a hysterical woman’s emotions after just starting (and finishing) a fight.

“I didn’t mean. . . The jokes are stupid, I know—”

“—no, it’s not that.” You waved off the unwarranted apology and attempted to put a lid on the accumulated stress that had decided to manifest in the form of frustrated tears. “I just realized I didn’t even get to eat lunch, is all. I always clock out at 12:30, but that asshole threw everything off with his shitty robbery attempt, so now it’s 1:07, and we’re only allowed thirty minutes, and I still haven’t had any food today besides a soggy bagel this morning, and I’m so fucking tired, and he pulled a blaster on me—”

The rant quickly devolved into hurried gasps for air, your chest heaving, your lungs not fully functional. How embarrassing to be rendered to a state of hyperventilation, especially since an infamous vigilante was around to witness your crumbling composure.

“Deep breaths,” Spider-Man murmured, pulling you by the shoulders toward him, your nose connecting with his sternum. To you, such was an act of humanity free from ulterior motives; this hug was the simple conclusion to everything that had transpired. A solace. “That’s it, just breathe when I breathe.”

Easier said than done, but you could appreciate the sentiment all the same. Some minutes later, your lungs had begun to expand and contract at a regulated pace, heeding his own rhythm.

“You’re okay. You’re safe.”

Safe. Was it safety, then, that caused this warm fuzziness to bloom in your chest?

You couldn’t recall when you’d last felt this comforted by another’s presence, when you’d last been this at peace in a world overrun with strife and conflict. There was no telling how long you stayed wrapped up in his steady embrace, your respirations synced. The very passage of time seemed to halt, the two of you frozen in this singular moment.

Only when the wailing of sirens began to draw nearer did he remove himself from you and vacate the premises, swinging from one building to the next, further and further away.

Only when he left your line of sight did you finally shut your eyes, preparing yourself to be questioned by the approaching news anchors and police officers.

fin.

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara #spiderman x reader #spiderman #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #marvel #whumptober #my fic #fic: knock knock

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