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Sorry to bother and I completely understand if you dont have time or if you're busy but I saw this tiktok and was like worth a shot to ask, if you could write something kinda angst with it.

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT82P5PHR/

OKAY when i saw this tiktok it literally made my jaw drop like this idea is so good and also so angsty. this my first time ever writing something like this ahh but thank you so so much for requesting!!

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summary: When all signs lead to you as the mole, the 141 demands answers and they will get it whatever way necessary.

pairing: Taskforce 141 x gn!reader (but like not even a pairing at this point lol)

okay real talk here please do not read if you are not comfortable with ANY OF THIS! it is upsetting in all aspects

warnings: torture/violence, mentions of blood, bruises, and cuts, swearing, abusive language, ANGST WITH NO HAPPY ENDING

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"No, no, no," Ghost whispered in a sickly soft tone, "Keep your eyes open, Eclipse." He held a gloved hand to your face and sharply pulled your leaning head upright. "Please," you hoarsely coughed out, "I don't know anything." Your eyes stung with salty tears as he coldly looked back into your eyes. "We all know that's bullshit," he spat before turning from you and looking at a variety of tools at his disposal. You gritted your teeth and shut your eyes in preparation. Each member had their own method of "questioning" from Gaz's psychological mind games and sensory deprivation to the degradation and waterboarding methods from Price, you were thrown into hysterics after each session. You had long forgotten the comfort of a warm meal by now as you were fed the bare minimum and received the smallest of water droplets. While your limbs were sore from the restraints and the small burns from the cigarettes and cigars from your former team, you always feared when Ghost was in the room. The cruelty you had endured these last few days specifically from your lieutenant made you feel like you had gone to hell.

You heard a variety of tools clatter around as you tried to think of a paradise far from the one you were in. A week ago, your team was compromised on a mission with an assassination initiative. After the dust settled, the internal hard drives, records of communications, and hidden listening devices lead to you as the mole. Despite your protests, you were dragged into an all too familiar area. "Open your eyes, Eclipse," Ghost demanded but you shook your head violently. Your insolence was met with a hard punch to the nose and as blood dripped slowly onto your bruised face, you saw in your clouded vision the violent sparks of a taser. You couldn't help but sob upon seeing him tease you with the device, activating it close to your face and mocking you with it. "Just tell us where Makarov is and we'll let you go," he comforted. You shook violently in protest before you were sent teeth gritting and toes gripping into a violent shock sent to your abdomen. "I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING." you protested but the assault continued with your screams becoming enveloped into the soundproof walls. Despite being a trained soldier, there was nothing that could prepare you for this. Every time you fell out of consciousness, you would wake to his cold eyes staring back at you. "I'm getting Soap," he said with the same nauseating tone, "I think it's time you get some rest."

You shuttered and tried to hold in the tears that burned into the various cuts on your face and chest. When Soap entered the room with a bitter demeanor, you tried to scream in a fruitless attempt at ceasing this ordeal. "No one can hear you," he joked before he violently pushed your chair backward and you fell in a painful thud on the floor. "What are you going to do with me?" you whispered in fear before you felt him turn the chair back over with your face hitting the cold concrete. Before he could do anything more, there was a knock at the door. Ghost and Soap looked at one another before Ghost opened the door to reveal Price and Gaz with horrified expressions. "Yes, Captain?" Ghost asked impatiently before Price gestured for Soap to come closer to the group. While your ears rang in pain from the sudden movements, you knew you heard what your captain said. "It's not them," he uttered and you could see everyone's stained boots turn to your beaten, bruised, and broken form. Price and Gaz rushed to undo your binds, screaming apologies and promises for treatment. You couldn't help but have a tired smile on your bleeding lip as you looked at Ghost. Despite your gaze on his, he couldn't bring himself to look back at you. He only knew that the hands covered in blood, your blood, were irreversible.

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bokehmonn · 1 year

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NSFW SO MINORS AWAY PLEASE-

Here's a little sneak peek of the SoapGhost VampAU I've been working on! Hope you guys like it I'm really sorry for being so slow. Life hasn't been very good to me and I've been trying to recover a little health wise as well🥲 but I hope you guys enjoy💕💕💕💕

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Simon barely had the chance to look over his shoulder before he was yanked through wrought iron gates and thrown onto mahogany floors.

His breath was knocked right out of his lungs as he tried to get his bearings to no avail.

From his peripheral, he could see something dart by him, the wind brushing over his cheek.

This wasn't right.

This felt wrong in every sense of the word. The hairs on his arms and neck were up straight, his knuckles white from his clench fists. He slowly started to stand up, trying to ignore the trembling that had encompassed his entire being before he was knocked back on his knees

Even with the military training from his teens, he still wasn't sure if he could keep up. Sure, he'd dealt with his fair share of wild animals, but this?

"Jesus fuckin CHRIST-" he yelped as he was dragged by the scruff of his hoodie further into building, his sneakers squeaking against the floor in retaliation.

With a punishing grip he grabbed onto the wrist holding him as leverage and twisted his body so he was back on his knees before pulling himself out of the hoodie and getting a proper look at the perpetrator.

Dark brown eyes widened at the sight of elongated fangs and a tousled but all too familiar mohawk.

"Soap?!"

Simon took a tiny lurch forward before stopping himself and getting a proper look at the brunette.

Nothing seemed right. Soaps body was a discordant mess of joints, shoulders hunched in like a perdator. His hands clawed and flexed as if ready to rip out Simons throat at the slightest move.

Every single cell in Simons body screamed at him to turn around and RUN but he had to school himself just like every other time.

Never move first.

His father's actions had taught him that lesson enough times for it to truly stick.

He willed himself to look into Soaps eyes only to feel his stomach plummet when he spots the glow of garnet with a ring of azure. Glinting as brightly as newly polished mirrors in the centre of black ink, they were honed in on the blonde, as unmoving as stone. He took in the appearance of his arms from his peripheral. Strong muscles bunching up at the tiniest of movements skin turning from a healthy tan to black all the way to his claws.

God he was screwed.

Simon didn't know how much longer he could keep his posture, his thighs starting to shake from holding his weight for an extended amount of time.

He blanched as Soap started to move. Not towards Simon but slowly hunkering down on all fours, nails digging into the wood.

He bared his teeth and Simon could have sworn up and down that Soaps teeth had gotten longer with a faint tint of red at the ends.

As much as he wanted to run he knew the best way to make a window of escape in an area he had no Intel on.

Violence and timing.

Simon let out a quick puff of air and tensed ready to take on anything thrown his way.

Soap let out a distorted howl loud enough to make Simon flinch as he launched himself straight at the blonde, hunger evident in his eyes. Simon crouched lower last second feeling a sense of pride as Soaps expression changed to confusion before driving his fist into Soaps stomach winding the man.

Simon took the opportunity to twist and grab the other in the most punishing chokehold he could manage, legs twisting around Soap to bring him to the ground.

He could hear the brunettes garbled wheezing and felt a glimmer of hope. If he could knock him out he could leave.

He doubled down on his efforts as Soap started to struggle his arms flailing as he tried to find purchase.

"You're not going anywhere you hear me? You're gonna stay still like a good man or I swear to fucking God- " Simon growled out as he leaned back trying to keep him from moving.

If only his luck were as good as his grades.

If only he spotted the feral grin Soap sported on his face as he pulled against Simons grip one last time finally lurching forward enough to gain some traction on the ground.

If only.

Simon let out a yell bordering between panic and confusion as he was hefted into the air, arms caught in Soaps vice like grip, before being slammed down onto the ground hard enough for black spots to dance in his vision.

He let out a rattling wheeze as he struggled to get a single breath in.

He could hear Soap getting up, boots thumping.

Despite his struggles breathing the adrenaline rushing through his veins was enough to make him scramble up and make a run for the door.

If he could just get out he could find a place to hide or even bolt back home if luck be on his side.

He was a mere few feet from the door-escape at the very tips of his fingers before it was yet again snatched from him as Soap barrelled into him from behind.

Talons dug into his shoulder and neck as Soap put every ounce of his weight on the other.

Simon clawed at the ground as he wriggled under the other man, trying to get free.

Nails burrowed into his shoulder deep enough to bleed and make the blonde cry out and give up moving altogether.

He could feel Soap lean in from behind, breath fanning over his ear sending a shudder down his spine.

"Caught you."

He moved his hand up Simons neck to lay over the side of his head leaving a thin trail of blood from the shallow gashes.

Soap pressed down harder as Simon tried to struggle again, curses leaving his mouth in a flurry.

"Soap get OFF!! The fuck do you think you're doing?! Are you insane? Wait till I get out of this I swear to fucking God I'm going to rip your fucking balls off you-"

"Shut up."

Terror washed over him like an ice cold bucket of water. Simon took in a shaky breath and looked over his shoulder as best he could to see Soap staring down at him coldly. It felt wrong- the face he was so used to seeing bright and cheery dawning such a foreign expression.

"Soap?" He wheezed, fingers flexing against the floor on reflex.

"I said. Shut. Up."

Soap pressed his forehead against the back of Simons neck taking a deep breath.

"Did you always smell this good Simon? Or is that just me?"

The way Soap said his name shouldn't have made him feel the way he did. The low growl had tendrils of warmth pooling in the pit of his stomach. The flush of blood in his cheeks made his face burn. His skin tingled where Soaps hands pinned him down.

He just wanted these feelings to /stop/.

Simon tried to wiggle only to have the brunette push his head down into the ground even harder, earning him a pained yelp.

He could hear Soap wet his lips before feeling a warm tongue drag over the wounds the claws had inflicted.

Simon tried his very best to suppress the full body shudder as Soap let out what had to be the most sinful groan he had ever heard in his life.

"Fuckin hell bonnie you taste even better than my wildest dreams." He whispered nipping at Simons ear before licking over the wounds again.

"I could just eat you right up."

Simon could practically HEAR the hunger in his voice.

"Don't you fucking dare Soap!!"

Soap grabbed a fistful of the blonde's hair yanking his head up.

Simon could feel the pinprick of fangs resting right over his pulse point.

He tried to truly struggle in one last ditch effort.

He was going to die.

All alone.

Somewhere no one would find him.

Just like his father had always said.

He would die where no one would care to look.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he heard Soap chuckle quietly.

"I wanna hear you when you scream."

"Johnny-"

The sharp burn of fangs piercing his skin made the blonde freeze up for a second out of shock before the pain spread.

A moment in he realised someone was screaming. Then he realised it was himself.

It was too much. Too much. His skin was burning like he was set aflame. He could feel the pull of blood in his very being as Soap drank from him. The pain felt damn near unbearable but it felt so strange.

As much as it hurt it almost felt good. As if it were right on the boder of /too much/.

Simon felt like his mind was turning into mush. This was wrong-so wrong.

He couldn't do this.

He couldn't die like this.

He managed to pull an arm out from under Soaps thighs and elbowed the brunette hard enough to make him rip his fangs out.

Simon used the chance to twist around under him and push Soap as hard as he could before scrambling to his feet.

Only he couldn't keep his weight up and he came crashing down onto all fours in seconds.

He felt so weak. So tired.

Yet every inch of him felt like it were bruning up.

Everything was spinning. It felt odd. Too much movement. He shook his head, trying to shake off the dizziness.

He tried once again only to topple face first again.

He could feel his own blood dripping into his tshirt making it stick uncomfortably.

"Johnny.." He wheezed, reaching up with trembling hands in a weak attempt to push him off again.

Bloodied hands held his against a strong chest.

"I've got you now."

If it were any other time, he could have listened to Soap talk all day. If he were brave enough, he would have leaned against the brunette and let the rumble of his chest lull him to sleep.

But he wasn't.

He wouldn't be able to become that brave ever again.

Soap grabbed the blondes thighs, hoisting it out of the way so he could settle between them.

If Simon had much blood left he would have blushed at the act.

He watched as Soap licked his blood off his lips before leaning down knocking his temple against his almost gently.

"We're not done yet."

He let out a breathy form of protest.

It died quickly as fangs sunk back into his neck and the burning returned with a vengeance.

Simon let out a weak string of insults as he felt calloused hands stroke at the tears freely falling down his face. He would turn to ash at this rate. His skin tingled all over flushing from whatever concoction was coursing through his system. He could hear the whimpers and cries falling from his lips.

Heat pooled in his stomach like molten lava. All his nerves felt fried. Frazzled. Sensitive. His clothes felt too constricting. He was shaking like a leaf. The floor too cold under him.

It took a second for Simon to come to the sickening conclusion that he /liked/ it.

Simon let his hand roam over Soaps shoulder, grabbing onto the back of his shirt in a death grip as Soap ground down.

A stuttered gasp slipped past Simons lips as he squeezed his eyes shut.

The friction felt so good. He wanted-no needed more.

The constant pull of blood forgotten as he arched his back trying to get just a little bit more of that feeling. An all too familiar ache that just needed to go away. He needed it gone. This wasn't the situation where he should be getting hard for gods sake.

Simons head hit the floor forcefully as Soap grabbed him by the hip and pinned him down.

He wanted those hands all over him. He'd watched Soap at the field too many time eyes transfixed on his hands. Grabbing at the ball, opponents gear and pulling, running through his mohawk, anything Soap did with those hands sent Simons mind straight to the gutter.

He just wanted them on his bare skin now. He'd do anything.

Why was he thinking like this?

"W-what did you do to me?" Simon whispered, hating how his voice shook.

Soap pulled back lips shiny from his blood. Simons arms flopped down to his sides.

"Feels good right?"

"The fuck..."

Soap licked his teeth clean before showing him a pink tinted fang.

"Covered in some loopy shit. Makes people go all weak kneed. And more from the looks of it. Depends on the person."

His eyes darted down to the tent in Simons pants.

Obsidian hands ran up to his chest and back down to hips wAnd more from the looks of it. Depends on the person."

His eyes darted down to the tent in Simons pants.

Obsidian hands ran up to his chest and back down to hips where they rubbed circles over the jutting bone as he ground against the blonde again.

Simon tried his best to focus on Soaps face as another sound bordering a whimper was ripped from his throat.

God knows it might be his last time seeing it. Even with the red eyes he still looks beautiful. Simon tried his level best to reach out.

Just once he wanted to feel the warm skin under his fingertips. He could hear the little hitches in his breath as he tried frantically to gain any semblance of control.

Soap seemed to have some mercy in him as he leaned down letting Simons fingers brush over his cheek and up into the buzzed side of his head.

God, he was so warm. So alive. Would he ever be able to feel this again? Would he wake up tomorrow thinking this was a dream? Would he be able to smell coffee and citrus again?

Simons eyes were starting to droop.

"Johnny please-"

"I'm not full yet."

Four words that broke him from his reverie.

"Always were a greedy little shit." Simon mumbled as he let his head fall back.

Fully surrendering.

Simon came to the conclusion that he'd do anything for Soap.

Absolutely anything.

Soaps hands tightened painfully as he bit down on the other side of Simons neck dragging out a broken whine.

Simon let curses and whimpers spill from his lips as Soap continued to grind against him. He couldn't think straight for the life of him.

"Johnny-"

He was shushed with a snarl as his sank his teeth in deeper, making Simons voice reach an all new pitch.

The blonde dragged his nails down Soaps side eyes rolling into his skull the second he felt a hand unbuttoning his jeans and finally stroking him at an unforgiving pace until he was seeing white.

It wasn't enough.

It would never be enough.

He wanted it to stop but at the same time he needed Soap to keep going. He wanted Soap to erase him entirely. Take everything that plagued him and make it disappear. He just wanted to rest.

He let out a string of broken curses as his thighs shook from the exertion, back arched off the floor as he mindlessly begged for more. For anything. His vision was dark around the edges, his body so cold yet so warm.

Soap thumbed at the head smearing the precum gathered there and pressed down hard.

Simon cried out as he finally came shaking violently, thighs clamping down on Soaps side. Soaps hips stuttered as he finally came mere seconds after with a shaky grunt.

The brunette still hadn't had his fill it seemed.

Unbothered by Simon going boneless he kept stroking him through his orgasm until the overstimulation became too much and Simon begged for Soap to stop.

The blonde felt exhausted. He watched with glazed brown eyes as Soap finally pulled away with a look of pure satisfaction as he licked the come off his hand along with the blood on his chin.

Simon blinked slowly as he watched the red fade from his eyes and be replaced by the azure he adored so much.

He watched silently as Soaps face changed from blissful to confused to terrified as he yelled something. He couldn't make it out. Too muffled and faded.

His neck still burned with a dull throb in his shoulder. Simon let his eyelids flutter shut.

Finally.

Some fucking peace and and quiet.

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