"Just, Please... Please. I'll Beg."

Those random reblogs, and the likes are amazing to see <3

I know it sounds dumb but, it's nice.

I'll always write if someone is there to enjoy it.

School is absolutely kicking me. I really don't know when I can write. It's just frustrating, and I'm kind of burnt-out.

I'm halfway through the werewolf x reader thing.

But I don't know.

Haven't found lots on Keagan I think is his name from yhe COD games.....

I'll go looking before adding him to the K-9 unit reader x COD men

One of the things I will always love The Amazing Spider-Man for is the movie's depiction of Flash.

Don't get me wrong, the other renditions have thier merit but consider:

When Peter just got his power, just started feeling powerfully, just became stereotypically attractive, just got his eyes fixed, just starting to get his life together, just got everything he could wish for in his analytical mind. Ben dies.

He loses another Father, no matter how inconsequential, no matter how hard he tried to do something, he missed it.

Then the whole Flash and Peter fight over 'blonde hottie' and yes cliché but,

Peter has flash by the collar, up off his feet, and is so fucking angry. At himself, at loosing, at the death, and at that greedy money hungry fighting boss but Flash says one thing.

"Makes you feel better, doesn't it?"

Something along those lines,

1- This makes Flash a complex character. Yes, he is now "the abuser becoming the abused." but it's also the complete opposite for Peter, who becomes "the abused become the abuser" and as horrid and morbid as that alone is (and as much of it is bull) it makes Flash a real fleshed out character. He isn't cracking knuckles, making bruises, drawing blood, or being harmful and angry because it's fun. It makes him feel better. It probably made the people who raised him feel better.

2- In some way or another, Flash understands pain. Whether the pain he causes or the pain of grief. And the way he copes, or uses that fear, that grief, that anger, that useless feeling of 'why didn't I stop it?' By creating more pain he can control. So Flash is sympathetic. He is giving Peter the release he needed.

3- He could have been taught this reaction. Maybe it's generational. So he sees his overworked and sad parent hurt him, or his environment and somewhere somehow it helped Flash when he did it. Maybe it's from something else, but he is creating and / or continuing a cycle of abuse.

4- [it isn't that deep, and Flash is just Sadistic and likes seeing pain.] Point still stands, but you know.

And all it took was one line.

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《LvL: [19] | 》DoB: [21/01/2005]

《Gender: [T Male] | 》Residence: [RSA]

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For a disability I do not have, unless, with a reputable source, explaining said disability in detail. Includes both mental and physical disabilities

Strictly female reader. I will write reader or characters afab but not directly female. Gender neutral or fem looking are complete fine.

Any rape or non-con scene. I will write cnc and tag it as such, but not actaul non-con

Copraphillia, urophillia, scat, or the like. Blood, however, is ok. As well as light piss kinks that are not with the previously stated things.

Pedophilia (MAPS don't exist. Fuck off), Zoophillia, Sexual age/pet regression, infantalism, ABDL and such. Nothing sexual with any kind of underdeveloped mental or cognizant abilities.

○Note: This list can change or be added to○

If you are unsure, feel free to ask. I will warn you that I can be a smart ass or sound rude, but that is not my intent. It is just how I was raised.

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</[Part:1]> Dragon_[Price]_&_TF_141_×_Succubus_Reader_

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-Old man price with glasses x male reader ● | ♡

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Thinking about lovers sharing a group chat,

Not the love triangle bullshit of "noo they can't find out about each other" but the-

Sharing photos at the most inappropriate times.

Starting as a joke, something small and dumb.

Just a picture of you shirtless one of them took, or sharing the lewds you each took. It was quicker this way. Everyone could see it, so there was no need to forward anything or have the risk of sharing it with the wrong person.

Until you were stuck in some or another meeting, it wasn't mandatory to attend, but you were practically threatened to stay by your higher up. When your phone silently buzzes in your pocket.

Welcoming the destraction and swiping on the message, not thinking much about who sent it. You practically choke when it loads on your screen.

It was your lovers. One tattooed hand holding the throat of your boyfriend, his eyes glazed over with lust and your other boyfriend looming over him, both equally naked. The next, this beautiful picture of your lovers pierced dick disappearing into the other. The same string of tattoos holding him in place with a firm grip. Then when they saw you were actually looking at it... well, they didn't stop at just two.

And that wasn't the last time.

But it was when you got involved.

Sharing quickies in a bathroom or nudes from earlier in the day. Even the more... intense things.

See, you quickly learned that your tattooed lover had a thing for being filmed. That his eyes would wonder to the camera just to roll back in his skull. Putting on even more of a show so he could proudly share just how good he made either of you feel later.

And fuck if it didn't work.

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I love, love, love the whole monster dynamic or unusual traits that are explained by "Oh, it's not human. That's why" honestly, I just like weird people with weird quirks. So eh.

•Part 3 will be linked when done

Edit: it's done!

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</[T|W:]> injury and death, death related trauma, mild body horror, medical malpractice, inhuman depictions, sexualization of disability, sexualization of insecurity, use of multiple cultures and religions (could be wrongfully used, if so. Tell me!!),

</[C|W]> reader is dark with intrusive or dark thoughts. But strictly SFW. So no smut. Aslo intended male reader,

The first time you arrived on this content, you were hog tied, a thick steel cord used to immobilize you. The guards even muzzled you as if you could bite them with any kind of force that could necessitate this kind of restraint.

It was half for the humiliation of dragging you over the dirtied port, the gravel and sand, and salt that scrap into your already tattered cloths. The burn against the neglected and painful remains of your body. Half that this was to make you look dangerous.

The hulking man carrying you hardly glances at you as he dropped your limp body on the deck. Considering it doest get a reaction out of you, it doesn't startle the werewolf there.

Most humans only want to interact with the inhabitants that look human. Considering most affected by lycanthopic bodies, appear human. At least sometimes. The guard preferred them to be present at the coastal office.

And that's how you were left.

No paperwork, no notice that you were coming.

Just.

Dropped off at the wolf's feet and abandoned to whatever they would do to you now that you're here.

It's the first time in a while that you could just shut your eyes and ignore everything around you. The guards weren't too kind to you while you were in their care.

They had set you up, those werewolves, with a home. A small, dingy, half abandoned thing surounded by nothing and no one. And gave you time to heal.

They would visit you, that leader you met the first day specifically; though many jokingly called him 'Alpha' when he was around his friends. But when he had come to you on the fourth day. Your body now regaining strength. He walked into a startling scene. He hadn't even smelt the blood.

He, Lucas you later over heard him being called, watched as you methodically cleaned the many wounds that engulf your body. Shirt discared beside you, seeing the full expanse of those injuries new and old on display. You're only covered by a pair of boxers as you work. Watching how you took thick strips of the bandage to temporarily cut blood flow above as you cleaned each wound on your arm.

Holding the loose edges held between your teeth, your free hand disinfecting the rotting edges of skin and muscle. He was ready to jump and stop you when he watched you grap the bisecting scissors, and yet he didn't. Only forced to stare in abject horror as you started to cut the rotten edges of the gashes of. Small snips that carved out the dead tissue. Leaving fresh rivets of blood slowly dripping down your skin.

It had taken him a few moments of standing there to see you were struggling. The pain flaring up from your work, becoming overwhelming while thin tears stream down your face. Yet you utter nothing but silence into the blood-stained cloth between your teeth.

That's when he actually apaoches the bed, being careful to wait till you put those scissors down before he asks what he can do to help.

"Sit here. I need to wrap it."

Lucas was slow to follow. He was so terrified that you were doing this wrong, hurting yourself in a delusional want for the pain to stop. He couldn't help but ask.

"You know what you're doing here, doll?"

"Yeah." Your hitching breath makes your voice stutter, "done it before."

That makes his chest tight, a feeling he associated with his werewolf friends. Because. Well.

"You've done it to yourself before?"

"No. Just inmates."

"You some kind of doctor?"

"Not a practicing one."

That arm now taken care of, you focus on the other.

Lucas loses his train of thought to the picture of the malnourished man before him having an illegal medical office.

"Your not a doctor?"

"I am." You mutter to his absolute confusion,

Pulling his hand to your shoulder, handing him the end of the ternicate, he holds it on autopilot. Lucas stares as you start the process all over again. These look like they are from a whip

"I don't work as one." You clarify. Using the conversation as a mid point for the dance between pain and relief. "I worked as a mortician."

"What."

"I worked with the dead-"

"Oh, yes. I got that but. Why? Why not be a doctor if you can. Well."

"More people died where I lived."

He can tell it's only half a lie, but he can't exactly see what.

"Never needed to save anyone."

All he could do was say, as sincerely someone who couldn't understand, that.

"I'm sorry you ended up here."

It stuck in Lucas's mind.

The knowledge that you were a doctor. Someone who could help.

But was it his place to ask?

Could he ask you? Was it too soon or too late to even try?

When he brought it up to one of the old Naga that enjoyed his company, she told how helpful someone like you could be.

To human.

Very few doctors even touch the non-human side of medical care. And even fewer would actually touch a monster. So it was a slim to none, chance you knew how to help any of them.

They weren't even sure of your own humanity or lack thereof.

"But tell you of it, Lu," she wound her coils tighter around herself. Resting her head against the shimmering scales, "If, and it be a big if. That man be a healer, he will fulfill the oath all doctors take."

He watched her thin tongue taste the air. The ugly edge from where it was docked, disappearing again behind her lips. It made certain syllables painful to say. It made her speech irregular, and some Grammer off, bit aleast she had her toungue.

"Many healer, medicinal or not. Will treat all who fall. It be only thier know how that keep those they help alive."

The vampiric monarch that lived out South was the best bet to test what Dai said.

Lucas had taken you on a tour, showing you how they tried to help each other on the huge city they gathered in. It was late dusk, but he knew he could still try.

The thralls that romed inside were lethargic as he led you further in the hotel looking housing.

Many of them hunched over in the halls, huddled close. If escaping the setting sun or your presence, well. You weren't quite sure.

And just as you try to move towards the excite, a shrill hiss breaks out behind you. This young girl, with a sqeaky hiss, was doubled over. Clutching at her shoulder.

"Oh, fuck. Sal, I'm so sorry!"

You could see the sizzling skin before she near calapsed.

Moving as if by spell, you cuaght her befote she could actaully fall. Careful to place her more gently down against the wall.

It's hardly a thought as you lift your sleeve, still holding that child so she wouldn't hurt herself. You rip open the berely closed wound there on your palm. The blood seeoping into her shirt and engulfs the wound in a few quick seconds.

You have the gash re-wrapped before the teen who bumped her is there to hold her as the blood heals her.

"Dai was right," Lucas whispers, as quiet as he could. "She said this could happen."

"And what had Dai spoken of the man holding my niece?"

The old morge on the outskirts of town was now yours. Lucas said it was just an empty lot, just a place for you to finally settle. Even if it was run down.

The citizens each pitching in to help set the place up, a carpenter Tanuki who was just passing by or the siren that just so happen to be an electrician needing a spained wing checked, and the slow trickle of each patient started up not long after.

It started with the bigger things, a broken bone here, and a deadly illness there. Just the worste most couldnt handle, like pregnancies or viseral injuries. But then you started to step up and werw seeking out people to help anywhere you could.

In the bay sector, where most aquatic or amphibious residence stay, keeping them from friction burn during shedings. Or the construction sights, who always had a sprian or a bruise or a nick you could see to.

Always with the same excuse. Just that you needed some food and then you were dragged into a group to eat with them and well, might as well clean and fix up that cut they have while you're here, right?

No, it's no trouble. Saves the trip if it gets worse, doesn't it?

You met Dai, found the Monarch of those Vampire's hunkering down in the hotel. Finding his name was Emile, or that's what people gave him as a nickname. You even met the rest of the shifters, or more specifically, the leader who would collect and help that specific type of shifter.

Day in and day out, you kept going, kept looking till you found the ship you needed pulling up to shore.

Not a lot of people knew you dealt in black market trades. Only the ones who needed to know, did.

Most just thought is was a simple trade.

You know, some fresh goods for medication. Or knowledge for medical supplies. And yes, sometimes. It was just that.

At the end of each week, you would filter into the decks where you were first dumped here to meet with some of your contacts. Trading what you scavenged from ypur work to keep the shelves well stocked.

It wasn't like you made any money, nor had you ever asked for any. So it wasn't a stretch to say this was the only way to keep things as they where.

That isn't to say you didn't keep some things.

Quills from a lionfish who contracted a bacterial infection on some of his spines. Fangs from that vampire girl, Sal, as she started sheding them. Small bundles of feathers from the flock of sirens that fly with avians.

It was all just so much better.

That was until the second spring hit the city.

I haven't seen anyone write this yet and I'm low-key surprised :0 but can you write how Price , Ghost , Soap , Konig , Alejandro and Rudy react to seeing their bf wearing like one of those sexy army uniforms ? Like those slutty Halloween costumes that are really just camo lingerie and a hat

Maybe where the men just got back to base after a exhausting mission and go to their room after showering only to see reader waiting for them all dressed up for them and the reader says something like "That must've been an exhausting mission soldier , let me reward you for all your hard work"

Reader is teasing them so much all while feigning innocence and acting like he's oblivious to how worked up they are and then yk fucking ensues

Bonus if reader wears like something of theirs , like Prices hat , one of Ghost and Konigs masks , etc.

SEXY ARMY UNIFORM

WARNINGS: sexual other than that, nothing

A/n: This is what imagined when I was writing this

ALEJANDRO

“Vas a ser mi muerte, amor.” (You're going to be the death of me, love.)

He’s all over you, so if you had any other plans for that evening, you can go ahead and call those off. Alejandro literally spends hours worshiping you from head to toe. He loves the outfit; it makes him go crazy. When he takes the outfit off of you, he makes sure to not rip anything because he definitely wants you to wear it again.

GHOST

"FUCK."

That's all he says before he ponces on you. The outfit drives him wild and if you're also wearing one of his masks; you are a goner. He is going to eat you up. As much as he loves the outfit, he is going to ripping it off of you. Later Ghost will apologize about ripping up the outfit like a heathen by buying you a nice lingerie set.

KONIG

"OH MY GOD."

Konig is shocked. When you said you had something to show him, he was not expecting this. He warms up to it but it takes a hot minute. He shyly asks you to ride him while wearing the outfit. When you give the poor man what he wants, he becomes a red hot blushing mess. 10/10. Recommend riding the man while forcing him to keep eye contact. It's a sight to see.

PRICE

"Sweatheart, you look amazing."

He thinks you look drop dead gorgeous. But at first he is shocked because he didn't expect to return to your guys' barracks to see you in such a scandalous outfit. If you're wearing one of his hats, you got his heart skipping beats. He responds to the outfit very well and makes a couple of lude comments.

RUDY

"Pareces un dios." (You look like a god.)

Rudy is shocked but quickly warms up to it. He will worship you from head to toe, much like Alejandro. He will literally pray at your feet like your a god. He just thinks you're so goddamn hot.

SOAP

“Where’s mine?”

After Soap's question, he will start to get a little handsy all while asking if you're going to fuck him while wearing it or if you're going to let him fuck you while wearing it. Soap doesn’t really care if he’s bottom or top. As long as you're wearing the outfit while everything is going down, he’s a happy man.

I swear I'm abt to throw hands if the fem writers didn't even put the genders reader. I ALWAYS GET THOSE "good girl" IM NOT JUST PLEASE PUT THE READER'S DAMN GENDER YOU MOTHERFUCKER GOD. OR PUT IT IN THE DAMN TAGS YOU MOTHERFUCKER BUT YOU JUST PUT "genshin x reader" <- this is an example. DIDNT EVEN PUT GENSHIN X FEMALE READER OR GENSHIN X MALE READER. AND WHEN IT COMES TO GN READER, I SAW A GN READER AND SAYS "no pronouns used" AND PROCEEDS TO USE SHE/HER AND GOOD GIRL.

I remember so many people who head cannon (even in mlp, those wing boners) that any kind of avian character will flutter or flap their wings during sex.

That being said,

Having Gaz stretched out under you, his cock uselessly hanging down between his thighs as you trace his spine just to watch his wings unfurl in this steady stretch.

Watching those muscles tremble between his shoulders as tremors rock through his wings, those feathers practically shivering with every movement of your fingers buried so deep into him he swears your already rearranging his guts.

His back bent and ass up, giving room for his wings to spread out as you work him open. Those quiet moans getting louder as your free hand starts to gently thread through the feathers, this burning feeling consuming his gut.

When he's spilling over the sheets, those wings are splattered out in a way he can't remember doing. Listening to the quiet snickering behind him as you now lean down to whisper,

"So pretty all displayed out under me,"

It's almost funny how sensitive those down feathers of his are,

"Didnt even need to fuck you, your desperate enough for my fingers to do the trick."

When I'm done with the K-9 unit reader x various COD men I might post each x reader separately as most of them are around 700 ish words. This is more do I can organize the shit or post it to my AO3 account.

Just for those who now follow me and will see the spam post of it.