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𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝓊𝓉𝓎 ༊*·˚
( S F W )
simon "ghost" riley - baking with him, a piece of you
john "captain" price - domestic husband, first meeting
kyle "gaz" garrick - infatuated with you, his world
john "soap" mactavish - obsession ⁽ˢᵗᵃˡᵏᵉʳ ᵃᵘ!⁾
( S F W ALPHABET )
john price ♡ 𝒶⸺𝓏
simon riley ♡ 𝒶⸺𝓏 ⁽ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ!⁾
kyle garrick ♡ 𝒶⸺𝓏 ⁽ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ!⁾
soap mactavish ♡ 𝒶⸺𝓏 ⁽ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ!⁾
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price ⸺ 1 2 3 4 5 6
gaz ⸺ 1 2
ghost ⸺ 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
cod men rambles ⸺ with nsfw visuals
( N S F W ALPHABET ) w/p-links
john price ♡ 𝒶⸺𝓏
simon riley ♡ 𝒶⸺𝓂 ⁽ᶜᵒˡˡᵃᵇ!⁾
kyle garrick ♡ 𝒶⸺𝓏 ⁽ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ!⁾
soap mactavish ♡ 𝒶⸺𝓏 ⁽ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ!⁾
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ghost ⸺ pornstar!ghost x camera!reader ⁽ⁿᵉʷ!⁾
𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 ⁺｡✩₊✩｡⁺
shade ( sfw )
monster!boyfriend ( nsfw )
dragon ( sfw )
minotaur ( nsfw )
werewolf ( nsfw )
gargoyle ( nsfw )
paralysis demon ( nsfw )
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ghost
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ahn'thu ⁽ʸᵃᵘᵗʲᵃ⁾ ⸺ 1 2
loran ⁽ᵒʳᶜ⁾
elias ⁽ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ⁾
wendigo
goblins
drusyn ⁽ᵃˡⁱᵉⁿ⁾ ⁽ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ!⁾
caspian ⁽ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿ⁾ ⁽ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ!⁾
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nim'xen ⁽ᵃˡⁱᵉⁿ⁾
𝓂𝒾𝓈𝒸 ₊˚ෆ ˘͈ᵕ˘ֶ͈֢
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fell to my knees
“Oh my fucking god, Zayne!”
You cried out as he bounced you on his cock like you weighed nothing.
“Shhhh, you asked for this, didn’t you?”
You may have misbehaved a bit too much in the pool hall.
You might have pushed him just a bit too much… but it’s not like he didn’t warn you.
Zayne’s nonchalance never wavered as he delivered a harsh smack to your ass as you bent down to hit the ball with your cue.
Catching eyes straying down to the crotch of his tight pants, you set one of your many last minute plans into action.
He had surprised you… sure you went out of your way to tease him but you didn’t think he’d bite so soon.
You really couldn’t help yourself. Zayne just looked so good in that suit.
He had ordered you to pull down the panties you wore under your playfully short skirt, which he stashed away in his pocket.
Fleetingly, you wondered if you’d ever see them again.
Sitting down, Zayne wasted no time pulling you into his lap and pushing his dick up into you, causing a deep moan from you both.
He really was fucking you like he was punishing you. That’s one of Zayne’s many positive traits; he was always a man of his word.
All the strength has long since left your knees, prompting Zayne to move you up and down on his cock like a human flesh toy.
And you were both absolutely loving it.
“Zayne please please pleaseee,” the last plead had been dragged out due to him slowing down his thrusts.
He was fucking you so deep and hard you could see stars.
You could feel every inch of his dick as he slowly fucked himself in and out of you.
“Fuck,” he curses, one of the rare times he does, with a deep groan. “You’re going to make me cum.”
“Cum inside please cum inside,” you babbled dumbly, as if you really do need it. “Cumming I’m cumming!”
You could’ve sworn your vision went white as you came, with your orgasm being just that intense.
What can you say? Dr. Zayne has a big dick and he knows how to use it.
You wrap your arms around his neck and grind yourself on him to draw out your orgasm, causing another euphoric sound from Zayne.
Reaching down to pinch your clit to intensify your feelings even more.
You damn near screamed at the sensation. “Zayne!”
That seemed to have did it for him, you felt his hips stutter before a blissful warmth spread all over your lower abdomen.
He was cumming inside you.
Strings of curses and groans left his lips as his grip on both your clit and your ass cheek tightened.
“Zayne… Zayne…” You chanted his name like a prayer.
“Yes,” he finally catches his breath. “I’m here.”
He finally let go of your erogenous zones, and instead pulled you into a tight hug, which you readily albeit tiredly reciprocated.
“Have you learned your lesson?”
You hum, pretending to think as you feel his cock throb and pulse inside of you.
“I think you might have to teach me again.”
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WITH YOU FT. THE DUCKS — ZAYNE
SUMMARY; in which you have a domestic day w/ zayne and go to feed the ducks together !!
CONTENT WARNINGS: 1.16k wc + fluff + one mention of bruises + corny as hell + love sick zayne + calls reader 'darling' & 'sweetheart'
AUTHOR'S NOTES; writing this for @threadbaresweater 's milestone collab !! (congrats on 300 lin!!) first time writing 1k words!! beware this is really cringy and corny + i hope y'all like it and do feel free to leave critisizm (nicely) + i dont think i proofread it enough >.<
Zayne loves waking up to you in his bed. It's one of his most favorite things, if not his ultimate favorite thing.
He rarely gets days off and when he does, they never seem to align with your days off and so when he wakes up this morning, he smiles fondly, hand petting your disheveld hair, his browns taking in your sleeping form.
your body clings tightly to his, almost afraid he'll leave otherwise. your legs intertwined with his, face buried in his chest. you're so warm, he thinks contently
"noooo, c'mere" you mumble, half asleep, arms trying to grab the moving figure in your bed.
Zayne, contrary to your sleepy thoughts, has no intentions of leaving the bed, especially not when its his first day off in weeks. "darling, i'm checking the time" he reaches over to the bedside table where his phone is. unlocking it, the time reads 10:17AM.
Your small hands grab onto his shirt, trying to tug him back while whining about how you're still sleepy and need him to cuddle you. the corners of his lips twitch. you're so cute, he thinks as he places his phone back down to give you attention.
"zayzay, back hurts" your complain is weak and quiet, there are bruises along your side and back from hunting wanderers yesterday and it seems the lack of sleep has caught up with you. Zayne promptly wraps his arms around your back, hands reaching under your clothing.
"here?" Zayne's hands reach your back, hands kneading the soft flesh "a little more on the side" is your reply and he obliges, massaging the soft flesh on your side, above your waist. at your contented hum, Zayne knows he's massaging the right spot and continues. "thank you" you mumble your gratitude, eyes drifting shut. You shift even closer, laying your head on his chest, arm draping over his torso.
you cant help but want to get closer and closer, despite his cold body temperature.
On the other hand, there's you, you're the opposite, so warm and soft. warm like the morning sun, like the sun that finds its way despite the closed blinds, the sun that warms the coldness of his body and heart, the sun to his fridgidness. his sun, he thinks and it brings a (big) smile to his lips. (the typa smile that reaches his eyes)
Zayne's eyes flutter, sleep overcoming him once again, hands still under your sleep top, and he can feel you drooling on his shirt yet he doesnt mind one bit.
‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵
when Zayne places the plates down, you give him a smile, a toothy one. after all, waking up after noon had it's perks. one of them being that Zayne makes breakfast (brunch if we're being technical).
despite being sat at the table for over 15 minutes, you're still not done eating. how typical, he scoffs. "the duckies zayne!" you insist, lifting up your piece of toast. Zayne sighs. you've been talking about ducks since you woke up, saying all sorts of things such as: 'we have to feed them' 'its hot today!' 'they need food!' 'not bread though cause thats harmful to them!'
Zayne, being as patient as he is, nodded to all your comments. of course knew that bread is harmful to ducks but telling you that would change nothing.
"at least feed yourself before worrying about the ducks" Zayne's reply is dry, almost a joke if it wasnt so true "no need to worry, we'll go as soon as you're done" he adds on, voice reassuring and soft. His eyes settle on you, following your movments as you eat, lifting the fork to your lips and eating the sausage. He watches as you chew, cheeks full. you look so content, it makes him feel full just by watching you.
‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵
"there!" you point towards the lake "the duckies!!" you squeal, excitment contagious and zayne can feel a smile creeping upon his lips. yet his reply is stoic as usual: "yes, the ducks are there". agreeing to your words with a nod and looking in the direction of the ducks.
You look so happy, fingers intertwined with his and swinging your arms together as you walk closer. your smile is practically brighter than the sun (thats what Zayne believes anyways)
you finally let go of his hand once you reach the lake. the ducks are in the water, floating around leisurely, webbed feet paddling around in the water.
"zayne! the seeds!!" you urgently tell him which earns you a chuckle from your lover's lips "yes sweetheart, i have them here" Zayne takes out the packet of bird seeds — the ones you had insisted on buying.
(you had gone to the shopping mall a few days prior, dragging him along by the hand in hunt of bird seeds "darling, ducks can eat normal seeds aswell" Zayne had replied yet willingly let you drag him along the aisles in search.
"no, zay! it has to be bird seeds! not these!" you had huffed, before asking an employee where you might find them. And only when you had bought them, had you smiled brightly at him, grinning from ear to ear on your way home
the memory makes him smile fondly despite your constant stubornness - which he finds to be quite endearing.)
Zayne opens the packet, pouring a handful of seeds into your palms. he watches with hazel eyes, fixated on your form as you bend slightly, throwning the seeds into the lake. You squeal excitedly as the ducks swarm towards the seeds "look!! theyre eating them!"
"yes, darling, i can see that" Your excitment, albeit childish, makes him happy, happy to see you overjoyed at something so small.
Zayne throws a handful of seeds into the lake, watching the ducks eat eagerly before turning his gaze back to you.
you're more interesting to look at than the ducks, your facial expressions, the way you're so easily pleased and even more easy to read.
by now, its been a good 5 minutes of you feeding and giggling over the ducks. the packet in his hand left untended to because he can't seem to take his eyes off you. You're so perfect, so pretty.
Zayne is pulled out of his thoughts at your rather loud voice
"zaynie! more seeds" you open your hands but Zayne just shakes his head "you dont want the ducks to get fat, do you?" he asks, a hint of mirth on his face as he holds your gaze.
"no but—" you pout at him. when you realise he isnt going to give you the seeds, you try and snatch them off of him
how very predictable
Zayne smirks, its subtle but you can tell from his eyes, he is totally teasing you! he even raises his hand so you can't reach the seeds in his hand!
"we shouldnt feed them so much, moderation is important" Zayne pockets the packet of seeds
"hmph, lets just go home" you huff at him, not acknowleding that he is, in fact correct.
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IM SO READY OKAY— IM FINE, im okay… im ok… imnotokayimnotokayimnotokayimnotokayimnotokayimnotokayimnotokayimnotokayhsjdkdkdn
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been playing around in procreate a bit so have some wips:)
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NIGHTMARES - TEXTING THE LOVE AND DEEPSPACE MEN
Warnings : talk about nightmares, spoilers for their myths, some angst but I swear it’s fluffy too, reader is gender-neutral!
Genre : hurt/comfort n fluff
Additional notes : I couldn’t get this idea out of my head. Imagine how they feel knowing what their dreams are actually about…
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ate, honestly!
he misses you. he misses you like a flower misses the sun. like the desert misses the rain. like you are the entirety of his being. as if you hold the key to his fierce, thumping bloody heart within the palm of your hands, like he is nothing without you— and perhaps he isn't. he doesn't feel like himself, no, in fact, he feels empty. like a shell of the man he used to be before you. he feels as though the world has lost its color, its meaning, and it makes him feel bare— it makes him feel.
he misses you. he misses the warmth of your perfume, a sweet and spicy blended aroma of saffron and sugared lavender. he misses your smile, all wide and pretty— genuine and charming, and always all for him. he misses the sound of your laughter, raw and boisterous, but sometimes soft and breathy, intimate. he misses your kisses, shy and cloying— yet fierce and angry at times as well. he misses the small things, like the scatter of moles across the expanse of your body that he finds himself counting when he can't fall asleep. or the way you fuss over him, mumbling curses and your love for him all in the same sentence.
he is nothing without you, and he knows it all too well.
the soft jangle of your keys in the lock makes him look up from his journal, the door swinging open. and despite himself, he finds that he's softened underneath your warm, loving gaze. ah, he also misses the sound of your voice, euphonious and soft, a tone you use for him specifically.
❝why are you looking at me like that?❞
he can feel his heart dance within his chest, pounding fiercely as you slant your hip to the side, the very same hips he adores holding onto when swaying with you to music. your eyes, which always seem to sweep him under with their intensity with no fail, are glittering with mirth, it knocks the breath from his chest. ❝ i adore you,❞ he utters— he sounds like a fool in love, and he doesn't particularly mind it. your cheeks flush with color and you playfully roll your eyes. that's alright, you don't need to say it back, he knows.
❝help me with the groceries?❞
he? ⸺ SIMON, gojo satoru, DAMON SALVATORE, soap, older!TANJIRO, scott mccall, GAZ, clark kent, EMMETT CULLEN, leon kennedy, STEVE HARRINGTON, giyu tomioka, JOHN PRICE, loran, ULYSSES, rick grimes, KÖNIG, dick grayson, SPENCER REID.
honestly it can be anyone you envision.
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AMBER HEARD at the Toronto International Film Festival (September 13, 2009)
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mother is back in the states
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in zoe saldaña we trust
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