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itwasthereaminuteago · 1 month

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Of course I've heard the new Hozier EP...

|| Too Sweet ||

Frank Castle x reader

It's the blood wet on your skin that does it. His blood. It smears and taints you as you pull the knot tight and cut the final stitch free by the soft light of your bedside lamp.

He screws his eyes closed for a few seconds but when he opens them again you're still there, carefully cleaning the wound, wiping the blood away trying not to make it sting as if that kind of soft pain is remotely worse than what he's already endured on his grisley crusade. It's almost ridiculous, how gentle you are despite everything. How even in the early hours, you welcome him without question in to your home, your bed, your arms.

Somehow, you're able to lift the heavy weight of all his past and future and hold him in the clear simplicity of now.

You're putting away the bandages and needles, and now, as you apply the soothing salve of your kisses on his dirty, battle-worn skin, Frank can't cope. He doesn't deserve the honesty in your love. You give and he takes and yeah, he tries his damndest to give it back, but what he's got is charred, broken, and corrupted. It doesn't match. Its been so long since he's had something close to that, and he's only seeing this for the first time like some kind of fucked up epiphany.

He pinches the thick bridge of his nose as if waking from a nightmare, but it's the opposite.

Your eyes search for the problem, another thing for you to fix with your gentle touch and he can't stand it.

"Don't need to do this." He says, head shaking slowly from side to side as you meet him with a puzzled look.

"Frank, I'm not letting you run around bleeding out-"

"No, that's just it. You don't need this kinda shit from me. You've got your own life and things to care of. You don’t need this, dont need me."

He's acting like a spooked dog. You don't know where all this fear has come from so suddenly. You place your hand on his face, cupping his jaw and making him see that you mean what you say, not for one second letting him cower away and hide.

"What if I do need you, huh? You ever think about that? What I want?" You ask him.

Frank still struggles to meet your eyes. "I-I ain't no good, sweetheart... I've done things I ain't proud of, things you shouldn't even know about.'

"But I do know about them, and look, Frank, look! I'm still here with you."

"It ain't right though, layin' that kind of shit at your door."

To hell with that, you think.

"I know it ain't a competition, but I can be just as nasty. I can roll around in the dirt and get my hands dirty if I need to, you know that. C'mon Frank, I'm no princess."

"It ain't all that-"

"Then what? Do you want out?"

If he did, you definitely hadn't see this coming.

"No, 'course not."

"Then tell me."

He hesitates.

"You're too sweet f'me." He finally says quietly.

You can't help but laugh.

"Frank Castle, the day I'm too sweet for you will be the day I stop drinking coffee. And that's never just in case it isn't clear."

You catch the slight ghost of a smile picking up the edge of his mouth.

"I'm serious." You say.

You swing your leg over his, settling in his lap and hooking your arms around his neck. You'll make sure he gets the message alright.

"Let me show just how sweet I am..."

~ Please reblog if you liked my writing! Thank you 💕

#frank castle x reader #frank castle angst #frank castle fluff #ficlet

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eatmyassssssssz · 10 months

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Bestie

How do you think the 141 boys + könig dicks look like? And how big and thick they are. Please please please

Asking for a friend

No I'm not I'm asking for me cause I'm a hoe

lilsy poopoo face. of course i will do this for you. SO.

onto the lads.

okay, so, warning for all you anons out there that keep on telling me i should die for writing smut.

warnings: peni (plural for penis'), detail, a lot of it.

SIMON. 'ghost'. RILEY.

🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷

🍁 show-er or grower?

i believe good ol si is a grower. every single inch is used to it full potential though, don't you worry...

🍂cut or uncut?

uncut but would prefer to be cut but obviously is too late for that.

🌺 girth

the normal amount. i mean, the average is about 4.6cm in the uk, i think si has about 5.2cm. a little over but not by a stupid amount.

🌷 width

i honestly don't think hes packing as much as a horse as people say! i mean, it just don't make sense for this guy to be shclingin round a 12 incher like yall are sayin. i think its more 6.3 inches. the average is 5.7 (ish) so hes still packin more than average! thats when hes fully hard, his flaccid is about 4.7 inches.

🏷 extras:

i feel like hes had a piercing down there at least at one time. up to you if you want him still to have it, but i think he had, at one time, a jacobs ladder.

JOHNNY 'SOAP' MACTAVISH

🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼

🍁 show-er or grower?

show-er. i just..hes definitely a show-er, no one can change my mind.

🍂 cut or uncut?

cut. no doubt about it.

🌺 girth

normal girth, I'd say. about 4.6 inches. nothing special doesn't mean hes not special in bed.

🌷 width

now..i widly disagree with yall saying that soap's average. i think he's packing quite a bit. 7.3 inches.

🧼 extras:

he cums a LOT. like, a weird amount.

JOHN PRICE

🚬🎀🚬🎀🚬🎀🚬🎀🚬🎀🚬🎀

🍁 shower or grower?

grower. most. fucking. definitely.

🍂 uncut or cut?

people may disagree with me on this, but i think uncut. he vastly prefers it that way as well.

🌺 girth

HOLY FUCK HES A PUSSY STRETCHER. like, worryingly thick dick disorder. 5.9 inches.

🌷 width

nothing outside the norm, particularly. i mean, its just unfair to be very thick AND long...anyways, i dont care, price is shlingin it. 5.9 at least. 4.5 flaccid.

💰 extras: his cum is STICKY. very sticky.

KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK

🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁

im sorry i had to use the helicopters..

🍁 show-er or grower?

middle area. right inbetween.

🍂 uncut or cut?

cut. doesnt really like it though. much would prefer to be uncut but oh well, he works with it.

🌺 girth

not overtly girthy. 4.3. he makes up for it with his technique, ect.

🌷 width

hmmm a straight sixer. 6.0 inches. the perfect amount.

🚁 extras:

he had a happy trail but shaved it when he got with you. hes slowly growing it back as you begged and begged.

KÖNIG

👕👕👕👕👕👕👕👕👕👕👕👕

his eyes are so pretty.

🍁 grow-er or shower?

hes just generally big.

🍂 cut or uncut?

i think uncut.

🌺 girth

hes a big lad, everythings a bit bigger. 5.7.

🌷 width

again, because he's 6'10, everythings a bit sized up. 6.8 inches!!

tags:

@lillianastuff @lucyisdoingfine @madamemelancholysstuff @mionacaped @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world @ashiscool10 @vangoghcoffeeco @southernbluebellereader

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starzshopoflove · 8 months

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Can I get ghost comfort for someone who doesn't eat because of anxiety?

omg i love this ask so much since i also have bad ass anxiety that beats on me till my meds kick in. Just gonna base this off my own kind behavior with food and eating since i have my own issues too so let me know if this is good or not!!

Notes: no warning, fluff, comfort no hurt, gn!reader

I feel like ghost wouldnt understand it at first and just think your skipping meals or not hungry. So he'd probably be a little pushy at first asking if you've had a snack or not when your together or he'll send you a text randomly in the day if you've eaten or not

But when he starts to notice how you clam up when he asks about it after the first few times he'll shut up and try to watch you a bit to see what's making you not eat. He'll start seeing how sometimes when you're on a date or just at the bookshop for lunch you might pick at your food but not really eat any of it, or how you might only eat some parts of your sandwich and leave the bread off it, sometimes you'll just not eat with him and just be there talking.

When he does finally ask you about it he tries really hard to approach it sensitively since your kinda like a skittish cat in a corner when he has asked before. So you'd be in his flat laying on his couch together and he's keeping you all warm with an arm around your waist rubbing some soothing circles so you stay relaxed while watching whatever show he let you pick.

"Dove"

"Mhm?"

"Do you not like gettin' lunch with me?"

You might freeze up on him and not talk for a moment mulling over if you really wanna tell him or not, you dont usually like talking about it. Whenever you have before people just started teetering around eating with you or acted like you had some sort of issue, treated you like you were just different.

"I like getting lunch with you Si, love getting to spend time with you"

"Yeah but you never eat anythin' with me"

You really wanted to dance around this topic some more but he just felt so warm and smelled so good you were already fused onto the couch at this point. You felt safe with him, like he wasn't going to judge you for trying to be honest with him. The way he let you slot yourself next to him tracing patterns on your skin made your blood a little warmer and your head a little fuzzy

So you finally let yourself spill out your issues hands playing with a strand of your hair that was in your face so you couldn't focus on if he was judging you or not trying not to stumble over your words

"Its not that i don't like eating with you Si, just sometimes when I'm out n I know people can see me eating makes me feel like I'm being watched and all i can think about is how loud im chewing or If i look weird when I'm eating. Then when i start thinking about it, ts' like there's a hole in my stomach and if i try to fill it, might just come right back up. But if I do make myself eat then i have to think about how full I feel n how i can feel the weight of the food in my stomach n once i start thinkin about that i start feelin sick again"

The whole time you let out you meek confession Simon was holding you a little closer loosening his grip so you didn't feel trapped, resting his chin on your head still keeping a warm hand around you to keep you relaxed. He let you speak without cutting you off even when you paused to try to figure out what you feel and put it into words he keep comforting you with his touch and softly nudging you to keep going

"Wish you didn't feel like you had to hide this from me luv, I care about you. Never want you to feel like you're stressin' yourself out for my sake, want you to feel safe with me and tell me when something's bothering you so i can help yeah?'"

Oh my god, whole time you feel like you could cry because he's cooing to you so sweetly and holding you so close not making you feel like you're weird or different from him just because you cant eat sometimes. You might sniffle a little which would make him worried but when he sees its just you getting a little emotional he'll calm down a little and place a kiss on your cheek murmuring about how much he cares and doesn't want you to force yourself to do something you don't like.

Feel like he'd still check to see that you atleast ate something through the day, and instead of doing dates at public places he might pick up some food and you'd eat at either one of yours's flat , sometimes at the park when he knows it wont be crowded either.

Just know he'd sometimes just pick up the fork and feed you when your looking at your food weird letting you know its alright but he'd never push if you resisting too much

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god i love writing soft ghost

#cod mw2 #cod x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost cod #cod simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost/reader #simon riley x you #john soap mactavish #konig mw2 #john price #john price x reader #john mactavish x reader #konig x reader

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bubblegyu00 · 1 month

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ZB1 LEGAL LINE AS FRAT BOYS

a/n : i lost the ask 💔

tw : mentions of drinking, drugs, sex (?), suggestive content, cussing, nsfw

mdni !!

• jiwoong

- the biggest asshole out of them i don't care fight me 💔

- will obsses over you at basically stalker level until you sleep with him cus he's delusional

- but the minute he gets you in bed he'll act like he doesn't even know your name — or he genuinely forgets a day later

- he probably doesn't remember half of the times he's ever fucked anyone cus it's not a big deal to him he was just horny

- has multiple girls thinking " guys i slept with jiwoong last night i think we might get together!! " but he's doesn't even remember what you look like 🙁

• hanbin

- a literal girl magnet

- like he could just sit there drinking and he'd get like three girls numbers in the span of an hour

- has a girlfriend for everyday of the week ( @lunicho is friday 😛 )

- he just has this certain charm to him that all the girls want a piece of him

- he's not as outgoing as the others, but he gets a good fraction of the girls

• zhanghao

- born to be valedictorian forced ( by ricky ) to be a man whore 🙁🙁

- no but frl i don't think he knows how insanely attractive and alluring he is — which is hard cus he lit has one girl on his lap, one girl under each arm, and like six other girls in the room wanting to talk to him ??

- but zhanghao is also rlly wanted because he is a man of mystery

- once you get into his pants ( which is a rlly hard thing to do — you go girl ) he's never speaking to you again

- like the minute he cums, he won't even look at you. like he'll literally go make a sandwich or something ??

- but out of all the ( 7 ) girls he's slept with, they say he's they best they've ever had. so now EVERYONE needs to experience zhanghao

• matthew

- DONT FALL FOR HIS TRICKS ‼️‼️‼️‼️

- has fucked the most girls.

- he likes to trick people with his sweet and caring demeanor, but really just wants his dick sucked 😛

- i feel like he'd be the only one to actually take you out on a date before he fucks you and then ghosts you 🥰 ( my standards are low..... )

- he's the most heartbreaking one cus he actually seems like such boyfriend materiel before he leaves you on read until he wants head again 💔

- but the girls always come back because he's literally in watch mojo for top 3 pussy eaters in the world

• taerae

- HE DOESNT GHOST YOU AFTER YOU FUCK 🎉🎉🎉🎉

- oh but he does fuck like twenty other girls while he's " dating " you

- he dates bunches of girls at the same time and they're all aware, but at least they're one of kim taerae's girlfriends ⁉️

- will take you on really good, perfect dates, but he's doing it to nineteen other people so it's not special 💔

- basically rotates girlfriends every two months, so that's sixty girls he's dating per year... you go rae 🥰

- his schedule is honestly so serious for him so the minute the two month mark hits you're cut off.

- but he's a good guy besides all that 🤗

• ricky

- is basically the leader of the fraternity like idk 🗣️🗣️

- the longest he's gone without taking a girl home is like.... three days ( i was last tuesday 🥰 )

- has fucked like every girl on campus like it's not even an exaggeration at this point

- kind of an asshole but it's okay i love when they're hot and toxic 🥰 ( can you tell i have relationship trauma )

- SUCH AN ASSHOLE WAIT CUS NOW IM THINKING..... he'd like flex his rolex while taking a picture on his family owned yacht that his rich ceo mom bought for him while wearing gucci....

- he's honestly such a smooth talker?? like he could def get you to sleep with him in under ten minutes of speaking, that's how good he is

- professional frat boy 😛

• gyuvin

- he's actually insane

- like he's going around snorting cocaine from girls' tits kind of insane

- he's the person everyone is chanting " CHUG! " for like ??

- LIFE OF THE PARTYYY

- if you show him any signs that you want to fuck he'll pull you into the nearest closet cus he'll buss it down anywhere

- NO BUT THE THING IS, HES SUCH A GOOD STUDENT NO ONE EVEN TRIES TO REPORT HIM FOR DOING DRUGS CUS THE TEACHERS WONT BELIEVE IT

- he's honestly the nicest cus he's actually such a fun guy to have around

#bubblegyu00 #zb1 #zerobaseone #zb1 frat boys #zb1 ricky #zb1 matthew #zb1 jiwoong #zb1 hanbin #zb1 zhang hao #zb1 gyuvin #zb1 taerae

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opossumloverr · 4 months

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✞°•I DON'T BELIEVE IN GHOSTS•°✞

(Based on this song, I know you know this song. don't lie to me)

Summary:

Turtle bros with a ghost reader!

Warning(s):

Some cursing!

A/N:

I MUST BE DREAMING CAUSE I DON'T BELIEVE IN GHOST YEAH, sorry, anyways, idk I just felt a little silly today, and I really do love this song. also I'm trying a different style DONT BULLY ME IT TOOK ME LIKE AN HOUR TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO DO GRADIENT

It was a chilly October night, the leaves rustled as the four brothers made their way towards an abandoned graveyard. The atmosphere was dark and gloomy, but they were determined to explore the area, for reasons unknown to anyone but themselves.

"I don't like this, guys. Let's turn back," the youngest brother, Mikey, shivered.

"What? No way! You said you were bored, Mikey. This is exactly what we need to get our blood pumping!" another brother exclaimed.

"He was bored, Leo, not us. You didn't have to drag us all here," one of the brothers groaned in annoyance.

"Sorry that Mr. Bootyshaker9000 wanted to stay indoors and rot. I'm preventing the inevitable!" Leo clapped back.

"I'm trying to prevent hitting you with my Tech Bo," Donnie gripped his weapon tighter.

"Try it, you won't," Leo egged Donnie on.

"You little…" Donnie scowled, lifting his weapon before getting interrupted.

"Enough! Fighting is not the memo right now! Now you two cut it out or else I'll…wait, what was that?" the oldest brother paused on his scolding to scope out the area. A pungent smell of perfume floated in the air, and chills went down their spines.

"I'm getting really bad vibes here! I told you we should've gone back to the lair!" Mikey exclaimed.

"Don't be such a party pooper, Mike! It's probably all in our heads," Leo tried to come up with a reasonable explanation, but a gust of wind shut off all of his thoughts.

"What was that?!" Raph exclaimed.

"It's a ghost!" Mikey chattered.

"That is preposterous, Michael. There is no such thing as a ghost-"

"No, he's right."

They all screamed in unison, clinging onto Raph. "AH!"

《RAPH》

After the shock and some failed punching attempts, he finally decided to talk instead of fight, and it was a delightful conversation

yall sat down and talked for hours, He asked a few questions, and you answered them

he made sure not to ask personal questions, like how you died and stuff (unlike Donnie, that insensitive prick)

was kinda sad when he had to go, but gotta make sure pops doesn't worry,

he promises he'll see you again

a few weeks later you show up in his room, sitting down calmly on his bed, or, erm, floating.

he threw multiple items at you before calming down and realizing that it was you, what were you doing here? how did you know where he lives?

all of those questions were brushed off when he heard that you just wanted to see him, and only him.

his heart pounded in his plastron, you wanted to see him? big ol' him? cue huge tail thumping into the ground

yall talked for HOURS, him talking about Lou Jitsu- wait, you've never watched Lou Jitsu? he's inviting you to family movie night. there's no getting out of this.

over the months, the both of you got close, he no longer throws objects or tries to throw hands when he sees you!

enjoys the company when he lifts weights

"Wow, those seem heavy," you said, impressed by his muscles as he lifted the weights.

"They are heavy, but don't worry, Raph's got gains!" he replied, flexing his muscles with a curl-up.

"Can I try?" you asked, reaching out your hands.

"Sure, but be careful. I'll be here to spot ya!" he said, passing the weights to you.

However, you forgot that you were transparent and accidentally dropped the weights on his tail, causing him to scream in pain.

"Oops! I forget I'm transparent sometimes... You just make me feel so alive..." you said sheepishly.

"I-I make you feel alive?" he questioned, seemingly forgetting the intense pain in his tail.

HES SOSOSO SILLY GUYS I CAN'T

《LEO》

He had never sliced a portal open this fast

before he could dive head-first into his portal you floated in front of it

you just wanted to talk... okay... but he's keeping a close eye on you

a few minutes later he's blabbing about Jupiter Jim to you, you've never watched it? what? do you live under a rock? or... a grave...

and you seem so interested! he could talk about it for hours! you know he could.

he literally clung onto the ground when it was time to leave, complaining as Raph dragged him away

he shouted a quick "See you soon"

he saw you soon alright, in his room, looking at his pile of Jupiter Jim comics curiously

He literally screamed like a girl

Oh! it's just you... where did you come from? oh, you just wanted to see him, not his brothers? him?

boosts up his ego by 100x

"I knew you couldn't get enough of me" type of energy

proceeds to yap about Jupiter Jim some more, what? it's YOUR fault for indulging in his hyperfixations

yall are the talker and listener duo

"And so Jupiter Jim was all like- pew pew pew! and the aliens were all like- Ohno! and then- hey, hey [NAME], are ya listening?" He questioned,

"Mhm, go on, I'm all ears"

Leo's eyes widened, and small churrs could be heard "OKOK! And then Jupiter Jim was all like, no way jose!"

He just like me fr

《DONNIE》

There is no logical way this could be happening! ghosts? really?

immediately started asking questions, why do you exist? how do you exist? would you perhaps be interested in some experiments, y'know, for scientific purposes (definitely not for his own personal questions)

his questions just kept on coming and coming, some of them being more insensitive than the last, he would've said more if Raph didn't smack him on top of the head...

but you were happy to answer them non the less

when they had to skedaddle he was pissed, how dare they interrupt! can't you see there was science in the making?

he says he'll come to you, for more questions of course, nothing more... (cap)

he didn't expect you to come to him.

he jumped a little but then started going into his "I ask you, answer" mode

Experiments on you (with consent ofc)

discovers you have telekinesis

you two grew close, his experiments died down the more he learned about you

now, he just really enjoys the company

just knowing that you're there watching him while he tackles a project gets him so motivated

you're like his little assistant

"[NAME], be a dear and pass me that wrench over there," he asks, hand out, palm open,

"You got it boss" you floated the wrench toward him, and he grabbed it

"Thank you, you really are a great help, [NAME]"

"Just glad to be here Don-tron!" you smiled, not noticing the slight wag to his tail.

He really appreciates you

《MIKEY》

He just kept screaming and screaming until you snapped him out of it

what? why aren't you trying to take his body? and why aren't you freakishly creepy, you just looked like a normal person, minus the floating and transparency

Oh, you just wanted to talk? well, as long as you don't possess his body he's all for it!

The conversation was amazing! he got so much more information about ghosts, he's even more fixated on them now!

you got this turtle laying on the ground, twirling his mask tails in his fingers, kicking his feet, saying "Ooh! Tell me more!"

was whining like a puppy dog when he had to get up on out of there, puppy dog eyes did not work in his favor tonight..

he swears up and down that he will visit you, just wait!

I guess you've waited long enough, because the following week you were caught snooping around his room

he screamed, yes, he won't lie.

but it's not his fault that you popped up out of nowhere!

then starts talking to you like he didn't scream like 100 decibels

Just yip yap yapping away, but you don't mind, you enjoy socializing with him

kinda sad that he can't touch you though, sometimes he wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around you

you're his muse! asks you to pose for him, and you happily oblige

"Okay just keep that position, right there, perfect! such an amazing muse for me!" He smiles,

"Well, it's easy to pose when I have such a wonderful artist painting me" You replied,

"Awe shucks, don't compliment me like that! you're going to give me an ego" he chirps happily

lala and okok duo. that's all I have to say.

BOO! HAPPY NEW YEARS GUYS OMGOMG 2024 IS HOPEFULLY GONNA BE A GREAT YEAR, HERES A LIL DITTY I WROTE, I HOPE YA LIKE IT, IM GETTING ON MY GRIND RIGHT NOW, I love ya! Merry 24, also I was watching Coryxkenshin while writing, shout out to the shogun. There also MIGHT be some grammar mistakes, kinda rushed to get this out

#Spotify #x reader #rottmnt #raphael rottmnt #donnatello rottmnt #leonardo rottmnt #michelangelo rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles

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lurksunderthebed · 6 months

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Major Spoilers MWIII (4/5)

Thoughts on Ghostsoap mwiii part 4 ( just pain and suffering here)

JUST TO REITERATE PLZ DONT CLICK UNLESS YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW AND ARE PREPARED

BEWARE SPOILERS ⚠️⚠️⚠️

ONE LAST GLANCE. REGRET.

Yeah. I feel most people coming into this already knows what happens. This is gonna be painful folks, be careful.

↓this is the last glance shared between the two of them with them both alive. I still can't mention how much both of them ignore Gaz and visibly check each other before parting. God fucking damn it devs. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

They part ways here, Soap and Price together (like in 09) while Ghost and Gaz team up. And this is where it all ends. Being apart has only brought tragedy to both of them.

↓Read the alt text.

And here all we have is pain.

↓There's a bomb that Soap and Price are trying to defuse in train tunnels. It's a two man job and requires Soap to not move from his spot. Price has to hold off the waves of enemies and all their reinforcements die in the fight. Makarov shoots Soap point blank, just with Ghost and Gaz almost there to show up.

Ghost is too fucking late. He's too late to stop anything, two late to even see anything but hear that one gunshot from Makarovs pistol. It can't be said how close he was to potentially saving Soap's life. Even 20 seconds earlier could have meant the difference. 😭😭😭😭 Goddamit

↓Ghost instantly rushes to check for ANY SIGN THAT SOAP IS ALIVE EVEN DESPITE GETTING SHOT IN THE HEAD. (NOT OBVIOUS CAUSE OF BAD GRAPHICS HERE, BUT REALISTICALLY THERE WOULD BE A GIANT HOLE IN HIS HEAD.)

THE FACT THAT GHOST HAD TO TRY DESPITE THE FUTILITY, DESPITE EVERYTHING HE KNEW AND SAW. HE HAD TO CHECK FOR ANY SIGN THAT SOAP WAS IN ANY FORM ALIVE. God fuck man. Lit dying.

Also THE MAN INSTANTLY RUSHED TO SOAP WHILE THERE WAS QUITE OBVIOUSLY A GIANT BOMB THAT WAS GONNA GO AND KILL THOUSANDS UPON THOUSANDS. thankfully Gaz and price were there to defuse it. But man, if this was ghost by himself finding soap like that, you can bet on this guy not caring about a bomb killing him. Not with soap like that. Not with Ghost failing to save him. The worse thing is that, if ghost and Gaz were quicker, they actually could've. It was that close.

^ this is the last frame before it cuts to the epilogue.

↓but I wanted to talk about this. Another deliberate framing of SoapAndGhost. Right before it cuts to all 4 of them. For whatever people think of the pairing, it's quite obvious that the devs painstakingly went out of their way to put those two together.

And for real, onto the last post (the epilogue)

#cod mw3 #SPOILERS #cod mwiii #ghostsoap #soapghost #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghost x soap #soap mactavish #soap x ghost #simon riley #mw3 spoilers

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fanaticbitchhh · 6 months

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injuries

anthony lockwood x injured!gn!reader

warnings: blood, fluff!, lockwood being incredibly full of himself (as per usual)

synopsis: you cut your hand with your rapier while tracking down a ghost, having been caught off guard. lockwood comes to your rescue, patching you up once you arrive back home.

a/n: im so srry its short, i had no motivation but i did at the same time. i also changed the plot half way through writing and i couldn't be bothered to change the first half.

lucy, lockwood and you walk through the door, you were lucky lucy carries around a small emergency first aid kit, you would've thought you'd bleed out by the time you got back to 35 portland row.

lockwood grips your unhurt wrist, dragging you softly up the stairs to the bathroom. you hop up onto the counter and wait for lockwood to gather the supplies he needed.

he eventually finds them, after a few minutes of rummaging around the bathroom. he gently grips your injured hand, being extremely cautious.

lockwood wraps your hand lightly, careful not to hurt you. "i thought you were supposed to be an expert with your rapier..." he teases.

"i got scared, she just jumped infront of me and i got startled.." you roll your eyes. "technically wasnt my fault."

"i think that means it is your fault, darling," lockwood tells you, smiling at your response. still, he keeps tending to your wound, being sure to avoid hurting you any further.

"you know, i wouldn't have been scared of that ghost," he says, trying to comfort you by showing how brave (and also just awesome) he is.

"full of yourself much locky?" you smirk with a small blush on your face, knowing how annoyed he got by people calling him that.

he only ever let one person call him 'locky' and he told you many great stories of her, of flo bones. the legend herself.

he smirks in response to your retaliation.

"plus, the ghost had an ugly face" you shrug. "AND she just randomly popped up infront of me, she could've touched me and you would be sobbing so hard over me." you tease, a small smile on your face since you knew he would be upset.

you and lockwood had been in a relationship for a few months now, it was fairly new but you knew you loved eachother. you didnt want to wait for anything, any of lockwood and co. could die at any moment, you prefer to spend as much time as humanly possible with all of them, which is fairly easy since you all live together.

he chuckles a bit, even he knew it would be true.

"well, good thing you arent dying on me any time soon." he says, he seems to be reassuring himself with the statement.

you smile at him as he finishes up wrapping your hand.

"thanks locky." you laugh, hopping off the counter.

"i love you y/n." he smirks, you blushed.

he knew exactly how to get you to blush, he was quite proud of the fact honestly.

"i love you too." you smile, reaching up to kiss his cheek.

"why're you so lanky?" you mutter, pulling away from his cheek.

"i dont know love, genetics i guess." he winks.

"well, m' gonna thank genetics for making you so handsome" you say.

"im gonna have to thank em' for making you so perfect love" he smiles, leaving you standing in the bathroom a blushing mess.

#lockwood and co #anthony lockwood x reader #lucy carlyle #george karim #cameron chapman #ali hadji heshmati #ruby stokes #lockwood x you #anthony lockwood x you #netflix #ghosts #TELL ME WHY LOCKWOOD IS SO MAJESTIC WHAT!?!?!??!

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dailyblorboposting · 3 months

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IM BACK GANG!! been working on this for a few days and didnt wanna post it during the strike

@ectobio made some sprites the other day of if jade and rose's god tier outfits matched their colors schemes, and then @gay-frog-search-history asked about the beta kids.... so voila! my personal designs for the characters in their Color-matched God Tiers

and their regular god tiers below the cut :3 (also I did switch Jade from Mind to Life, because the Mind colors fit Jane a bit better, hope that's ok)

im really happy with how these turned out

also june egbert wins forever

have some thoughts on these:

Jade as Witch of Life is pretty fine I think... No Space Player basically guarantees a failed game but we dont worry about the actual mechanics of the game this is just for funsies. besides, life should be able to find a frog anyways, frogs are living!

Rose Seer of Rage is actually so interesting to me. Light relates to her motifs a lot, but I can brute force some rage symbolism relatively easily. She is very angry inside, her whole "destroying her session" showed that... inch resting...

Jane Maid of Mind mightve kept a lot of the dramatic pre-retcon shit from happening- she'd be "meant" to keep her friends minds taken care of, she probably couldve prevented lots of relationship issues with this. But Brain Ghost Dirk likely wouldnt exist lol.

Dirk Prince of Light is very similar to Eridan Prince of Hope. And i got confused in the comments of the og post leave me alone theyre both yellow. But still, Light is basically Fortune. Lack of Fortune? Too Much Fortune? VERY fun to think about!!!

Roxy Rogue of Heart! That's Nepeta's! Her role in the group already fits a Heart player well (though maybe a Blood player better) but she would gain a lot more individuality and agency that I think she could benefit from as a character. Void players have it rough :pensive:

Jake Page of Doom is pretty based actually. Page is one of the most powerful classes iirc and Hope and Doom are opposites so, functionally he'd be very similar. Again, Brain Ghost Dirk wouldn't exist but maybe there'd be a doomed timeline Dirk to take his place...

Anyway that's all! Normal daily posting begins again btw!!

#blorbo posting #my art #art #homestuck #beta kids #alpha kids #god tiers #june egbert #dave strider #jade harley #rose lalonde #jane crocker #dirk strider #roxy lalonde #jake english #my mom said she could tell the characters personalities from their poses and honestly ive never gotten a better compliment :3 #joy joy joy! blorbo posting is back!

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frozenpeazz · 1 year

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LATE NIGHT LOVINGS

Anthony lockwood x f!reader

Summary- Sometimes Y/n isn't up for missions or Lockwood goes on separate ones, like tonight he and George went out ghost hunting. He comes back late at around 3am from a stressful night and seeks comfort from his s/o.

Warnings- swearing, injury, fluff 🥰

READER AND LUCY SHARE A ROOM JUST PRETEND THEY HAD TWIN BEDS INSTEAD OF A DOUBLE?

The clock had just hit 3:12am. You were still up, reading about one of the ghosts you were working on. When you heard the front door open and close. You put down your book and headed down the stairs from your attic bedroom. Lucy was long asleep as she had the night off to. As you reached the bottom of the stairs you saw George, and Anthony Lockwood. Your significant other. George was quick to run off to bed after some sarcastic comments about how great the mission was, and then it was just you and Lockwood.

"So? How was it~?" You asked teasingly as, judging by the filth of the pair of boys clothes, it didn't end well.

"Oh shut up." He snaps back at you careful not to wake anyone sleeping in the house. You pout playfully at his reply and watch as he takes off his bag.

"Want me to stay or shall i go back to bed?" You lied, as if you would go back to bed even if he said go.

"Stay.. please?" He whispers. You cant help but smile at how your tall mysterious man of a boyfriend could be so needy.

"Okay.. but only because you want me to Locky~" you say with a teasing tone. The tall boy then grabs your hand and leads you to his room.

"I'll be back in a second just wait here." He kisses your head and you cant not notice the blood coming from his sleeve.

About 5 minutes later, he returns in his joggers and grey hoodie with somewhat wet hair showing he had a shower. He comes and lays on top of you resting his head on your chest and you play with his hair.

"Locky?"

"..hm?"

"Whats wrong with your arm?"

"What do you mean..?"

"The blood on your arm? Its clearly yours, so what happened."

"Nothin'."

"Lockwood."

"Okay fine fine, i got cut fighting a ghost, i pulled the rapier out wrong and cut my wrist.." You sat him up and gently took hold of his arm. "Its nothing to worry about! Just a graze.." You tug up his sleeve to reveal a somewhat deep cut.

"Anthony! Thats not just a graze thats deep! Wait here. Dont move, and i mean it." You rush off to get the medical kit and return back. You get out a cleansing oil and a flannel. "This might sting locky." You dip the flannel in the oil and dab it onto the wound. You feel his arm tense as he lets out a hiss of pain. "Sorry love." You lean up and kiss his temple.

"its fine.. 'm alright." You continue to clean the wound and you see small tears in the corners of your lovers eyes. You feel so bad. You apply the bandage to his wrist and pull his sleeve back down. You then position him against his headboard and sit in his lap resting your head on his shoulder. You feel his relax into your embrace as you draw shapes on the lower part of his back that isn't against the headboard.

"Go to sleep Locky, you've had a stressful night."

"And what about you?"

"I'll stay here, cant leave my dumbass alone can i~? Might accidentally cut your other wrist!" You giggle.

"Oh shut up you prick." He smiles as he playfully hits you.

"Seriously Locky, sleep. Now."

"Okay okay Ma'am calm it." You maneuver your bodies to be laying down with you draping your leg over the front of Lockwoods body and his arm holding you close. You trace patterns on his stomach as it helps him to relax and you watch as he drifts off to sleep.

"I love you Locky. Even if your a big shit sometimes, thats what makes you so interesting." You then close your eyes and soon enough drift off to sleep.

#lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #lockwoodxreader #lockwood #anthonylockwoodxreader

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noassparetime · 1 year

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Widow's Bite

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of killing, implants and idk what else

A/N: i dont really know how to summarise this im also unsure if i like this or not, it was a way to get it out somewhere i guess, anyway enjoy

They say when you’re bitten by a black widow spider, the pain is excruciating. You may experience swelling, cramps, muscle spasm and nausea. Generally , these effects last for twelve hours before showing any sign of going away. A bite isn’t fatal in an average person, and The Ghost is no average opponent.

For months, [Y/N] had been studying him. His movements, his mannerisms and his fighting style. It is what she had been trained to do. Task Force 141 had asked the help of the widow program, needing someone who knew the territory. Of course, The Agency was in no short supply. [Y/N] was known as the team leader, the widows answered to her, she answered to Graves. She had a reputation, a high kill count at a young age. The commander stood proud as he introduced her as HIS smartest, fastest and strongest widow. Close combat was her specialty, she liked getting under the enemy’s skin, looking into the eyes of the ones she killed. She was the perfect soldier, and so was he.

One Saturday afternoon had both teams bored, activity was low, they enjoyed the calm before the storm. Her eyes lingered on him for long periods at a time, her gaze not faltering once their eyes met. Thoughts ran rampant in her mind, she wanted – no, NEEDED to know who was under that mask, but of course, she was there to follow orders, not solve the mystery of the infamous Ghost.

It was cold as a thin layer of snow started settling on the mountains. Their current camp was conveniently placed between two peaks, shielding them from wind or a possible storm. [Y/N] stood up from the fire, taking a walk around the camp, making sure her team had what they needed for the night. For the most part, the two groups seemed to get along, the younger widows kept to themselves, as the older ones branched out more, getting to know the others.

[Y/N] sat down on a rock, an apple in her right hand, a butterfly knife in her left. Quicky, she cut off a piece, immediately offering it to the soldier behind her.

“I’m not the best person to try and sneak up on.” her voice was cold, emotionless. Her gaze left the camp and was met with a simple balaklava. A forced smile crossed her lips as he accepted the apple slice, sitting down beside her.

“If I was sneaking, love, you wouldn’t have heard me.” Ghost spoke, his voice sending shivers down her spine. It was almost comforting knowing he was on her side, she’d hate being his opponent. A small chuckle fell from his covered lips as he nudged her. “What’s on your mind?”

She sighed as she looked back at the widows she was responsible for. Keeping them alive was her priority, neutralizing the target needed to take a backseat.

“How does one person keep fifteen others alive. . .” to Ghost, it didn’t really seem like a question, but he felt the need to answer. He stared at her, studying her expression. She looked sad, almost trapped in a cage. Little did he know she was fighting from the inside. Widow technology had advanced. It was no longer an injection altering their body chemistry, it was an implant, coded to block any attempt to remove it. For ALL widows.

He sighed deeply, looking out over the camp. “That’s nearly impossible, but you try your best and stick to protocall.” He reached for the second slice The Widow offered him, slipping it under his mask, savoring the sweetness. He studied her, her features, the way a short strand of hair always falling from her braid. The way her lips curled while she spoke, the way her eyes glistened when his would catch hers. He barely knew her, but he was infatuated. No one knew each other's real names, she was codenamed Widow, the rest he barely cared about.

He knew exactly how deadly she was, she was the talk of the town a few months prior to their meeting. She preferred blades, getting up close and personal. Using her small body to her advantage, climbing on the enemy and slamming him down. He still remembers the feeling sparking in his stomach when he witnessed her in the field for the first time, the electricity shooting up his spine as she tactfully took down someone twice her weight and size with nothing but her legs. She severed his spine, stripping away the stranger's last breath without a weapon.

[Y/N] scoffed softly. “There is no best. There is only winning and losing.” her body turned to him as her hand rested on his forearm. “And I don't lose.” Ghost didn’t know if that was a threat, but he nodded nonetheless.

“Neither do I.” he spoke softly, getting off the rock. “I suggest we settle in for the night, snow’s getting heavier and it seems we’re in for one hell of a storm.” he watched her as her head tilted back, her perfect throat exposed. He thought about the many different ways he could mark her, touch her and hold her.

There was something about this widow, something he couldn’t quite figure out. What is it that made him want to protect her, more than he wanted to protect anyone else, how could someone so small, so unknown make him want to take a bullet for her. Ghost didn’t know what he was feeling, or at least what the feeling was called, but he was glad it was for her, maybe in time, with her.

He led her to her tent, ushering her in as he said goodnight, Ghost stayed up, waiting to make sure everyone got to sleep before unzipping his own tent. That night, he lay in his bedroll thinking about her, thinking about ways to get close or even if getting close was a good idea. He didn’t care, he needed to know her, he needed to know what was going on behind her eyes.

Meanwhile, in [Y/N]’s tent, the all too familiar struggle began, a scalpel held in one hand as the other pulled the skin on the back of her neck tight. She was ready to fight, she needed this THING out of her. The block was strong, she was fighting against the agency, against herself, but her willpower was stronger. They stripped her of her freedom, her family and even her free will, but one thing they could never take away was her determination. She knew the ins and outs of what they called “the chip”. Her mother designed it.

The scalpel hit the bottom of the tent as she gave up, tears rolling down her cheeks, sweat beading on her forehead. She knew that she was going to need help, but the problem was knowing who to trust.

With that, began another night of dreaming of the life she wanted, a picket white fence, two beautiful kids and a husband who loved her more than words. She was dreaming of a life she knew she’d never have.

#simon riley #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #mw2 ghost #call of duty mw2 #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader

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forlorn-crows · 9 months

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What is it about mountain/Hayden that you like so much? I agree because 👀 but I'm curious what it is for you.

oh anon. you've activated my trap card. where do i begin about this wonderful man/ghoul.

this will be long. i will save your dash by putting it under a cut:

firstly. who is the backbone of a band if not a drummer. he is the literal rock of the group besides papa himself. ive always liked percussion, especially the precision you need in order to play the instruments well. hayden is such an accurate and well-versed drummer, in my opinion. does he play the most complicated songs? no. (i mean, look at II of sleep token, that man is c r a z y) but he's talented and has variety in his musical repertoire.

did you know he can play guitar too? and he composes music. he has an entire soundcloud of scores and works with his friends on their projects (jutty w/drag talk, dylan w/into the vortex). so not only does he play the music, he can write it too. which, i think, is crazy talented. not everyone can do that---everyone in ghost is crazy talented, in general, and its gonna be hard for tobias to keep people like hayden around for a super long time.

i dunno, hayden as a person just seems super sweet, someone who's happy to support his friends and also do cool things for himself.

he's got some cute lil doggies too. and i, as a dog person, appreciate that he dresses his dog up all cute, poses her for a picture, and posts it for her birthday klsfdj

so uh, in terms of looks . . . i mean, this man is fucking fine and i will NOT hear hayden slander. i dont care that he's a tall white beanpole of a boy, he's cute. he's just a big cute nerd. and you know whats weird? i dont normally like tall men. but something about him makes my brain go...hhhh t a l l.

his nose? his eyes? his cute fucking smile? even his stupid expressions when he drums, he's so into it. i love it. apart from his face his...his hands oh my fisdjkkd. his big hands. i want them on me. pls. and his tattoos??? lskjdfsd his tatTOOS. some of the pictures of him with his forearm ones showing i cant even breathe i stg.

uhhh fun fact he's a taurus. his birthday is 4 days before mine.

i dont know. hayden just seems like a warm, kind person. which is probably the biggest reason i like him as a person.

okay wrapping up with hayden, onto mountain. i will try my best to keep this short but i really truly feel i could go on about him for a g e s.

first of all. as previously mentioned, i am a taurus. and, true to that, i am earth aligned myself, always have been. obviously, anything that i think of mountain is my own and common fanon. but earth is calming, it feels like home to me. that connected feeling you get when you get your hands in the dirt or that wash of satisfaction you get when its perfect weather outside. earth is strong, hearty, resilient.

he's a grounding presence, one of the backbones of the pack (aside from being the backbone of the band). and you know what i think? i think he seriously doesnt get enough credit or attention. and maybe he feels that way too, at the very least, alone on his podium up there on stage. and maybe its me projecting onto him, but, you know, i know how that feels. to also be relied on to be that grounding presence (like aether too) constantly, even when going through turmoil personally. so i connect strongly to that. to be the one, as harsh as it sounds, taken for granted.

on a lighter note, i just know hes such a gentle ghoul. of course he has a harder side, but it takes a lot to get him there (unless you ask of course). hes sensitive, loving, thoughtful, just the real definition of a gentle giant. a giver, more than anything. wants the best for his pack, in every aspect. is always looking out for them and finding ways he can show his love. big on gift giving, i bet, especially handmade things.

i dont know if this sounds weird, but mountain seems to lean more into the feminine energy than say a ghoul like omega or swiss. less of a 'big' presence, despite his size. fits in well with the girls, prefers quiet company. and thats something i always lean into, regardless of gender. not to say there's nothing masculine about him, but i think y'all know what i mean. his ideal day is probably sitting with like-minded company, maybe outside, enjoying a book or working on plants or doing some sort of craft or baking.

it also doesnt help that mountain essentially looks like a ghoul-ified hozier in my brain slkdflj. long mousy brown hair with auburn tones, proud nose, deep green eyes, warm olive-toned, medium gray skin, super freckly with soft patches of hair on his tummy, his sternum, his legs, his balls, you just look at him and want to hug him. want him to pick you up and carry you to a secluded meadow somewhere and for him to ramble about the plants you see along the way in that deep, rumbly voice of his.

and dude dont even get me STARTED on mountain as a lover. holy hell that ghoul can FUCK. always focused on his partner, so fucking sensitive, will worship the others body/bodies for as long as they'll let him. big on praising. soft. so fucking soft (but you know, he's got that HOT AS FUCKLSDJLFJ possessive side. that all consuming 'i need to have you' side. and a lil bit of a heavy hand, if they ask) and the NOISES I KNOW THIS GHOUL FUCKING MAKES IT PLAGUES ME EVERY DAY. the softest of groans, the breathy moans, *bangs fist on the table* the WHIMPERING. listen, y'all know how i feel about puppy mountain. that ghoul fucking WHIMPERS okay?! i need him. SO fucking bad. you already know how i write him. you know what i like. you know how it is. you know how i turn him needy 50% of the time, the ghoul you think has a giant dick and tops everyone? nuh uh. that boy is BOTTOMING a good chunk of the time too.

okay im rambling. im sure you can understand why i love hayden and mountain so much. sigh. he's the one for me. theres a lot of things that do it for me. you can count on me never shutting up about him.

#ask #anon #hayden scott #why do you think i have a #mountain my love #tag??#unmasked ghouls #mountain ghoul

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ravenromanova · 8 months

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Party time

Pairings: Bucky x oc, Natasha x oc (platonic)

Warnings: Mentions of killing (i think that’s it)

Bucky’s p.o.v

I stare at the all black suit i’m supposed to wear tonight and sigh. Don’t get me wrong the suit is nice i just would rather not go to this party. The only reason i’m even going is because we got intel that The red room is sending someone to attempt to kill all of us. We still don’t know who exactly is being sent but we’ve all been told to go to the party and act like normal.

Luckily for me that means standing in a corner not interacting with anyone so that should be easy. After i stare at myself for what feels like an eternity i finally decide to walk downstairs. As i walk into the party my senses go into overdrive almost instantly. Between the lights, the music and the crowd of people my body tenses up and i go on high alert.

I quickly make my way to the bar before making sure my ear piece is turn on. The bartender hands me a glass of whiskey and i nod my head before retreating to the furthest corner. ‘We got word that she should be here in like ten minutes’ I hear over the comms.

I keep myself on high alert as i wait to be told that whoever it is has arrived. There’s a weird feeling in forming a pit in my stomach and i can’t figure out why. Why the hell is The red room sending someone to kill us? After all this time? My thoughts are cut off as i hear Tony over comms say she’s here.

Quickly i leave my little corner and walk around the party trying to find the woman. Trying to make my way through the sea of people was a lot harder than expected. I finally make it through the biggest crowd and try to get a birds eye view. It takes me a good ten minutes until i find her.

My breath hitches in my throat when i see her. Lilith The red room sent her. They sent the one person they knew neither me or Natasha could hurt. Before i can even properly think im running to find Natasha.

“Natasha where are you?” I say though comms and she replies with ‘on the balcony’ So i make my way out there and see her talking with Clint. She sees my frantic state and furrows her brows.

“Barnes? Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?’ Nat half teases and she raises and eyebrow at me.

“Well maybe because i have Natalia” My words come out half broken as i try to catch my breath. “It’s her. The red room sent her” I dont even need to say her name for Natasha to know who i mean.

She walks away from Clint and he just stands there puzzled. “Show me” Natasha says and i take her hand and lead her inside with Clint following behind.

When we get back inside it takes us less than five minutes to find her. Natasha’s eyes go wide and i can see her face slightly fall. And Clint asks us who she is but neither of us respond.

“Wh-What do we do?” She asks as her voice breaks. I let out a deep breath and grip the railing of the staircase.

“We do what we always do. We put her in a cell and Question her” Clint replies and we both whip our heads around and glare at him.

“We are not treating her like a killer” I seethe at the archer and step closer to him. Natasha grabs my arms in attempt to pull me back but it doesn’t work.

“She was literally sent here to kill us Barnes” In that moment i see red. I push him against the wall by his collar and deadpan him.

“I dont care. No one and i mean no one is to hurt her. Let me and Natasha bring her in.” I say sternly as i let him go and he falls on the ground. And with that i walk away and try to go find Lilith.

Lilith’s p.o.v

Once i get to the party the code words have been said, i have the mission details locked and locked, but something feels off. It’s almost like i can feel my programming flipping on and off. I try to get my shit together as i walk through the sea of people by taking deep breaths.

I decided i was going to go for the ones with no aliases first since clearly they aren’t that important. Snaking my way through the crowd i look for a red headed woman in a green dress (that’s what i was told shed be wearing) As i make my way through the crowds it takes me all of three minutes to find my target. I smirk as i approach her as her back is towards me.

Tapping her should to get her attention she turns around and my eyes go wide. When she turns around and i see my old friend my brain glitches and i freeze.

“Natalia?” I gasp and then before she can respond my world goes dark.

When i wake up next in on a cot in a clear cell. I groan as i realize they fucking caught me. I can hear the sounds of heavy footsteps coming into the room and as the person approaches me my heart sinks.

“Soldat?” I whisper as he comes into the light. His bright blue eyes pierce through my soul as he looks at me. He just looks at me for a minute before deciding to speak.

“Lilith” He softly says as he puts his hand on the glass of my cell.

“Help me- please” I beg him as my programming fully wears off and im in my own concuss mine again.

He nods his head and sits down on a chair in front of my cell. “I will we just need you to tell us everything you know about the red room. We can help you little one” Bucky says to me and i smile softly as i nod my head in agreement.

The red room has never been able to fully get rid of who i am. Even with my programming i still am hesitant when i kill, I still remember who i am even with the brainwashing and wiping. And most importantly i always remember him. I dont know why their methods dont work on me like they do everyone else. But ever since i realized that they dont work.. Ive been looking for a way out.

“I’ll tell you everything you need to know” I say putting my hands on the glass like he did before. He stands up and places his hands on the glass over mine and smiles at me as he nods his head.

“I will get you out of this cell as soon as i can i swear milaya devushka (sweet girl) just might take one convincing” His words melt my heart even though i was sent here to kill him and all his friends he was still willing to help me.

“Thank you Soldat” I smile at him and lean my head against the glass as a i let out a sigh of relief.

“Dont thank me doll i know you want out” He puts his forehead against the glass. “And you can call me Bucky now” His voice is soft and i nod my head.

“Thank you bucky” I respond finally having some sense of peace after years of sleeping with one eye open. For once i know that everything is gonna be okay and i cant wait for the journey ahead.

~The end of chapter 4~

Hi lovebugs! i hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as i enjoyed writing it! I have some BIGG things planned for this book that might be coming up soon who knows 👀Let me know what yall think! Dont forget to like and reblog and I’ll see you in the next chapter! 🖤❤️

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hirik0 · 2 months

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Bad Reputation part 4

Ghost/Soap | NSFW: Mastrubastion

Soap apologised to all of the Privates and he is sure Ghost will hear about it. They haven't really talked about it, but Soap goes to their usall training session with Ghost. Ghost said he can improve his knives skill a bit more. When he walks in the area Ghost is already waiting for him.

"I heared from the Privates", Ghost says while pushing himself of the wall. Soap hears the approval in Ghost voice and he relaxes at this.

"Was training them with Gaz so why pushing it of", Soap answers taking the training knife Ghost is giving him. Waiting for Ghost to pull out a second one but Ghost doesn't.

"Do some tricks", Ghost simply says giving him his full attention. Soap is suddenly very self conscious, it feels like his skin is vibrating. He makes a fool out if himself fumbling with the training knife like he never held one before. Letting it drop to the floor, technically stapping and cutting himself and the more he fails the more nervous he got what let's to more mistakes.

"You can do better then that Johnny", Ghost comments his pitty attempts of doing tricks. Soap takes a deep breath chossing to do a lame beginner trick, throwing the knife in the air and catching it by the tip. He catches it ones, twice, three times in the row getting him more confident and relaxed, throwing it over his shoulder catching it, feeling confident with doing this.

"Stop", Ghost orders and he catches it one final time. As if he saw everything he needs to see by now and he dont sound like he really like Soaps poor attempts. Ghost takes the knife back and is giving him a coin instead. He looks at the coin waiting for instructions but Ghost is not giving him any. The only think he knows for sure is that Ghost probably don't want him to flip the coin.

"I don't know what to do", Soap admits when Ghost still haven't giving any instructions.

"Never played with coins?, Ghost asks, voice neutral before taking the coin in his hand. He places it between pointer and middel finger and in one smooth motion moves in between his ring and little pinkie and back. Soap takes the coin back trying to do the same. After several attempts he made it one way.

"You lag fine motoric in your fingers, Soap", Ghost says while taking the coin back. The frustration of the training are pressing against Soaps self-control.

"I don't", he disagrees sounding like a pouting child. Ghost just gives him a raised eyebrow for that, clearly waiting for more explanation.

"Never had anyone complain over what my fingers can do before", Soap simply says now really pouting.

"Could still get even better", Ghost simply says and Soap feels anger bubble up.

"Can't even know that", Soap snaps the frustration audible.

Ghost smirks at this before asking: "Want to show me?" He sees Soap ears turn red, blinking dumbfounded trying to say something but his mouth just opens and closes with out a sound. Letting Soap find a answer preparing what he wants to say next, he wants to rail Soap up. He knows he shouldn't, but its all thought about while being away was how to bring up this sexual tension between them. Not what he thought it would happen like this but well, he takes what he gets.

"So you are tell me I'm not good enough?", Soap finally answers the redbess spreading fto his face tand Ghost cant help thinking that its adorable.

"Maybe, who knows", Ghost simply answers shruging.

"You're full of shit, LT", Soap says getting a amused chuckel.

"Maybe I'm just more experienced, Soap", is the last thing he says before leaving the Gym. Soap needs a few minutes till his brain is sure he didn't misheard Ghost. Holly fucking shit did this really just happened? Does Ghost really wants him to show how skilled he is in that area? How does he even does that? He can't stop thinking about it on the way back to his room. When he enters his room he has somesort of a plan, its a stupid plan, its inappropriate but he doesn't care.

He gets the nearly empty lube bottel out of his nightstand before sitting down on the bed. He needs to plan this a bit, what he exactly wants to do and how to show Ghost. He stripes out of his shirt, socks and pants keeping the boxers on for now. He looks back at his phone and takes a start photo just him on his bed in boxers. He starts to slowly rub over his clothed dick, trying to come up with a fantasy. Thinking about what Ghost will do when he gets his texts and the photos. Honestly the feeling of this being forbidden turns him on even more. He's feels how he's getting hard thinking more about Ghost reaction, would Ghost use the pictures for his own pleasure? God he hopes so, he takes another picture when his dick is fully hard, still in his boxers outlines clearly visible, putting the phone on the nightstand for now.

He slowly pulls down his boxers stroking over his hard cock. He thinks about what Ghost would do to him, if it would be hard and fast or slow and patient. Ghost is a sniper and often on long solo missions he properly would be ridiculous patient just to fuck with him. He squeeze the rest of the lube out the bottel, warming it up. Slow and patient it is then, atleats at the beginning. While he warms up the lubes of his fingers he's looking for a good postion to finger himself. He lubes up his entrance being generous, imagine the fingers are Ghosts. He pushes the first finger in while still thinking of what Ghost would do. He closes his eyes and fantasy Ghost is apearing trying to start this with what they talked about in the gym. Finger flexibility and peopel not complaining, Soap chews on his lower lip. That's would mean Ghost would only give him the finger in his ass right, shit he never cum like this before, he did it to others, bit he can't never find the perfect angle when doing it to himself. Well games on now whith the next push in he adds another finger. He carefully stretches himself ignoring finding his prostate for now. While he still moves his fingers in and out he continues to fantasies. Making something up on his own always did more to him then watching porn he trys to figure out how Ghost would act in this situation. Would he be talkative or being his stonic self? Would he give praise or would he say mean things? Would he want him to beg or just knows what to do to destroy his partner? Soap starts to build his fantasy Ghost, giving rare praise when he thinks he should staying silence otherwise that and a mix of making Soap beg and just figuring it out by reading body language. And the mask would stay on, honestly he thinks Ghost would stay mostly clothed a totally nacked Soap infront of him. He rubs over his prostate a low moan leaving his mouth. Maybe if Ghost is generous his mouth is not covered, but besides this the clothes stay on. Soap is losing himself in the fantasy, rubing over his prostate with three finger by now.

"What did you say about your finger work?", fantasy Ghost is wispering in his ear, the Manchester accent a lot more prominent, the voice raspy and deeper as usal. A shiver is running down Soaps body, his breath coming in pants by now. Cum is running down his dick, but he totally ignores it, Ghost would not allow it, so he can't do it. Clever fingers doing all the right movements, fingering himself never felt so intense before. Fantasy Ghost is kissing over his shoulder bitting where shoulder meets the neck. He feels how his orgasm is slowly building up and he needs to claw the sheets with his free hand to not give in and stroke himself. He hears fantasy Ghost chuckel when he sees it.

"Trying so hard to be good aren't you Johnny?" Soap nods in the empty room, not trusting himself to nod moan to loudly for the thin walls if he opens his mouth. Sweat is running down his spine and he shifts on his knees a bit. When he twist his wrist a sertain way he has to cover his mouth with his free hand, shit this was good. Maybe Ghost is right and there are still thinks to learn. His cheeks are a nice shade of pink, he has to cover his mouth to muffel his noice and he still trys to hold out longer. Not wanting this to stop to soon. Heat is collecting in his lower abdomen and his legs are starting to shake, with the effort to keep going. His dick is constantly leaking cum, that starts to run down the shaft.

"Please", he wispers his begging in the room, he can't any longer. Ghost smirk against his shoulder. The hand that's still cover his mouth is running down his torso, setting his skin on fire where ever he barely touches himself. When he goes with his thumb over the tip of his dick its nearly over, but fantasy Ghost is still teasing him, just because he can. Tears are gather in Soaps eyes, while he teases himself further, smearing the cum over his tip, a high pitched wimper leaving him. The littel bit of blood that's not currently in his hard cock is causing a nice blush that's slowly spreading down to his chest.

"I think you deserve a littel reward", the husky voice of fantasy Ghost is wispering. Soap gets one down stroke of his dick before his orgasm is exploding. Bitting the inside of his cheek to stay silent, his legs shaking, thick ropes of cum covering his chest, mixing with the sweat film that's covering his whole body. He falls to the site on his pillow, trying to catch his breath, a tear running down his cheek while he slowly blinks his eyes open.

He reaches for the tissues getting both of his hands clean for now, using one arm to cover his eyes. Holy shit this was intense, he can't rember coming this hard by just himself ever. His heart is racing his lungs try to get all the air in that's possible. He graps his phone taking a photo with his face and the cum covered chest visible, the he starts to shiver the sweat layer cooling him down. Time to clean up and get in his sleeping clothes. A welcoming feeling of satisfaction is spreading through Soap while he's wiping the cum of his chest. He needs more fantasies like this, when the time allows it. He gets dressed in a clean pair of boxers and a old t-shirt, laying down on his bed opening the chat with Ghost. He's getting a bit nervous sending this to your CO is a good way to get into trouble.

🧼: 3 picutes

🧼: no problem with my finger flexibility 😉

He puts the phone away getting ready falling asleep.

Ghost got waken up by two phone notifications. He makes a annoyed sound surprisingly he was able to fall asleep. He lights up the screen getting blinded by the how bright it is. Soap sent 3 pictures and a text. He reads the notification of the text several times. He is convinced he's still sleeping because Soap surely would not do this, right? He unlocks the phone opening the app and fucking hell Soap did do it. He looks at the first two pictures, nothing to exiting, just Soap in his underwear with a visible erection coverd by his boxers, but the third? He clicks on it to make it bigger. The first think he notices is that tears ran down Soap face. His cheeks are red, so is his neck and chest. Ghost mouth runs dry. He looks up again seeing the pleased smile on Soaps face and that his usaly bright blue eyes are deep black oceans. He must have taken the picture right after his orgasm. Ghost is half hard by now and he looks down hissing when he sees the robes of cum, that are in such a contrast to the redish skin. No doubt Soap had a good time. He should tell Soap to delete the pictures and to never sent something like this ever again, he really should. But he doesn't he saves the picture of post orgasm Soap and fully hard Soap. Makes a special folder that's password secured, his cheeks are burning. Shame is washing over him, killing his erection instantly.

💀: need to show me next time.

He looks at what he sent back god what is he thinking and with what is he thinking not with his brain for sure.

💀: delete the pictures out of the chat

💀: talk tomorrow

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concept art/character design for an acachalla centric horror story i've been brainstorming since last school year ^_^ still havent finalized any of these designs, i feel like they need a little more tweaking...

WARNING: blood, body horror, the mangled corpse of a dead animal, guns, crowbars, medical equipment and general medical imagery, and all around just weird and gross stuff

ADDITIONAL WARNING: really fucking long

story and images under the cut:

i imagine the premise is that sue, at the police station, gets a call from the acachallas like in canon. she decides to go to their house to help, alone because her coworkers are all busy/hate her (theyve been in the force long enough to go corrupt while sue still tries to do whats right)

when she goes in she discovers that the acachallas have been dead for like 10 years and their bodies are barely even intact. she also notices that their house is trashed, not only does it seem completely reclaimed by nature, covered in fungus and insects and blood, but a lot of their furniture and appliances are missing. their rooms look like theyre missing all that wouldve signaled the character of whomever inhabited it, and she thinks, well, maybe the house was looted after they died, but that doesn't explain who called...

then she accidentally steps in a pile of fungus. which wasnt there before. she turns around and a man, fully formed, has sprouted out of the ground. he is made almost entirely out of mushrooms and he has 2 shotguns for arms. he tells her to leave his house. she starts to run but then another figure stops her. a very tall woman who speaks in the same voice that called the police department. her form is indiscernible in the dark, but soon sue comes to realize this woman is not human.

she's not even alive.

sue meets the others and, sure enough, they all seem to be amalgamations of various household objects, both inorganic and organic matter, forming crude fascimiles of who they once were. there are 5 bodies and 5 of them, so they must be possessed by the immortal spirits of the acachallas...!

of course, it turns out they never needed help. it was merely a trap to lure sue home.

they accept her and care for her far more than her biological family or "friends" at work ever did. but being with them takes a toll on sue's body. eventually she dies and they build a new body for her. she wakes up as a beautiful monster. she wakes up as herself.

you're going to notice none of these drawings are of sue- that's because she's still just a regular human in this. by the end she might become a horrifying monster like the rest of them, but i havent designed her.

i took inspiration from a variety of sources, but i can only remember some of them off the top of my head:

undertale (lorewise the whole thing about monsters dust being spread on their favorite object so they can live in it, also photoshop flowey designwise was a huge inspiration)

deltarune (largely just the enemy designs)

dont hug me i'm scared (the teacher's designs, general vibes, also lamp's explanation of what happens when someone dies in episode 2 of the tv show)

tipping point (literally just stylistically. i need to learn digital collage to properly portray these designs)

tokusatsu (the costumes for the gorma in gosei sentai dairanger are like. really good. i enjoy their designs severely)

communications era ghost and pals mvs (the collage stuff speaks to my soul)

and thats all i can remember rn. now heres the first pictures i drew of each member of the family (on my world history notes) and the most recent draft of their designs (in mspaint) this is basically all of the drawings of them.

beginning with spencer, he's the smallest of the family at only 4 feet tall. he is made out of his computer and manga collection basically. on each of these i left a lot of notes in the pictures breaking down what each part of the body is made out of. i wanted to incorporate figurines and action figures into his design too but i decided to keep it more focused. but all these designs are still subject to change. a teacher walked by as i was drawing him and said she liked how it was "very industrial but feminine" or something like that.

sally! im not entirely sure what that first sketch is but as you can tell i wanted her to be wearing a doll mask from the start. i gave her this big poofy princess dress to conceal where godzilla connects to the shelves that act as her legs because it looked very strange and did not look like the shelves were her legs. the dress turns into curtains which are draped over her shelves. she was very hard to design but very fun. also i just chose random dolls and stuff i know g3 draculaura and kylie and pnp sasha are like recent dolls that wouldnt exist yet. its a mockup ok

next we got billy who is built out of his own medical supplies. i wanted to make his body one of those IV drip stands, although that means both him and spencer have very similar lower halves, with the wheels. hes the only one who doesnt really wear any clothes because billy doesnt really have an iconic outfit; the only thing i remember he wears is obviously his medic outfit but thats like. a whole outfit. i dont understand the layers of it so i can just put part of it on this thing. maybe i shouldve just given him scrubs. or what i think billy would wear that represents him

gertrude having a dead cat as her hair is a reference to a really specific one-off joke i read about on the wiki but dont actually remember from any of the videos. i think hair is a very important part of self expression so they would want to recreate their hairstyles with whatever they could find. it was hard as hell getting that cat into a shape that made literally any sense but i think i figured it out. her outfit is a combination of what she normally wore and her old costume as the crowbar, which i was inspired to design my version of as well (will post that drawing later). i think its very interesting how gertrude seems to exist to trap and keep safe or detain/kill various dangerous beings. shes like a shepherd but also an executioner.

papa acachalla doesnt have a draft cause this was literally the first time i tried drawing him in this story because i was stuck on trying to imagine what hed be made out of and how he would look like. then i remembered fungus comes in all shapes and forms and also works as a metaphor for his connection with his family and his roots. also his arms are guns LOL! i wanted to make him more catholic but i couldnt come up with how while still having him look like papa acachalla. maybe adding that priest collar cause i think father grigori has it anyways but its hard to draw stuff around his neck area.

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