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A Lick and a Promise

Chapter 1

Outlaw!Ghost x Female Reader x Outlaw!Soap

You let devils into your home. But why were they kinder than the saints in your town?

Warnings: MDNI, Arson, crude historical language (not by Ghoap), objectification (not by Ghoap), religious themes, small bit of fluff, period typical misogyny, kidnapping, implied physical abuse, sad backstory, implied theft, sorry if I missed any.

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Fire…there was fire engulfing the town you were meant to call home. Flames erupted from the trees like the gates of hell had been opened. From where you are, you see the flames lick and dance around the wooden buildings as the horses race away from the chaos that was unfolding. The smell of fiery damnation was cementing itself into your mind, it engraved itself onto your skin like a branding. Everything hurt…

Hot air whipped against your bruised and beaten flesh while you continued to struggle on the horse you were forced on. The smoke stings. You hear their screams in the growing distance as the mayor's home is surrounded by dark clouds of smoke. Why? Why was this happening? Why did they take it so far?

You keep twisting your head back to watch from you were forced to ride with the men you foolishly helped the week prior. You continue watching as tears stream down your face. His arms are as tight as a vice despite you pounding your hands back on his thighs. He doesn't let go, he doesn't even flinch no matter how many times you scream, beg or hit him. Your small home grows further away by the second. The little life you built for yourself shattered in the time it takes to saddle a horse with stolen goods. The fast movements of the horse jerks you uncomfortably as you clench onto whatever you can to steady yourself. Everything was becoming too much, the screams, the fire, the smell of burning, the pain, your pain. Your eyes burn into the back of the man with the skull face. Never in your life have you seen a man beat another bloody like he had. The worst part was you felt relieved when it had happened. You felt safe with them even if that feeling only lasted briefly. But why did they want to protect you? Why did they care?

You had let devils enter your home. But these devils were kinder than the saints in town, yet you were deceived by their kindness. They took you without remorse. You don't know why you thought just because these two men were soft to each other that perhaps they'd be good people, perhaps they wouldn't hurt you like everyone else did. You should never have helped them. You should have told them to leave the second they had awoken. Look at where your kindness has gotten you. Kidnapped and probably on the road to your demise. You've become an outlaw by association. What were they going to do with you? Whore you out for money? Sell you to a ranch? Have their fun with you only to leave you drowned in a stream? Was their kindness just a ruse so you'd agree to help them in return for safety?

But in the back of your mind you wanted to believe they had your best interest at heart, that they weren't going to hurt you. That they were too kind to do that. Yet you'd be foolish to trust outlaws on the run again. They had dragged you to damnation with them. Now the whole town hates you even more than before. It won't be long until your face begins being printed on wanted posters…

-The week prior

The blazing sun was gradually making its way further up from the horizon. The sunshine beamed down on the river, making the blue water glitter and gleam on the surface as you watched on. The birds chirped as you enjoyed the warmth of the weather bestowed upon you.

Cold water prickles your hands as you tug the rope to gather the fish traps you had laid in the river yesterday. Thankfully it seemed heavy this time around. You’ll be able to make something for the poor men burning with fevers on your mattress. You hadn't wanted to leave them alone but you had work to do. You needed to gather water for their horses and collect your traps. The small vegetable patch also needed watering so you'd probably have to make another trip round to the river.

Once the dripping basket is in your hands you haul it to the riverbed, struggling as the fish jump around in the woven material. It takes a couple minutes for the movement to finally stop. You deposit all of your catch which consists of a handful of freshwater prawn, three haddock and some anchovies. You gut the fish using the river water to clean off the blood. You hated doing this part but it wasn't like you had anyone to help you anymore.

You missed your parents dearly. Well your mother was dead there's no bringing her back but you wished your daddy would find his way back home to clear his name. That he’ll explain that everything was a misunderstanding and he didn't take anyone's money. He wasn't that kind of man you knew that. He always taught you how to work for an honest living. He lived like that for as long as you can remember. There was no way he ran off with the mayor's money. Yet you had no way to prove his innocence since he disappeared.

Once you're done you place everything in a bucket and carry both the fish and the water back to your little home. You've been struggling to gather game for a couple weeks now, the majority of the traps you'd set were often tampered with or stolen by the time you got back to them. You've resorted to fishing for the time being. You wished the townspeople wouldn't hate you so much. They had already kicked you out of your town home. And returning to your old town was out of the question. It was miles away and you didn't trust anyone in town to take you there, you also didn't have the money to pay them. And you were still hopeful your daddy would return one day.

You're deep in thought on how you're going to prepare for the coming winter when two horses race by you. You halt in fear as you try to make sense of what was happening while trying to clear your vision of dirt. When the dust finally settles your met with two piercing eyes of what looks to be a sheriff of a different town. His uniform is pristine, his bright badge gleams in the morning sun almost blinding you. He has a stern look to him. By the looks of his white hair you'd think he's much older than he is.

“Little lady you shouldn't be out so far out of town by yourself! There's two outlaws on the loose, haven't you heard!?” You take in his stern tone, your mind racing with the information he's just given you. But before you can answer the older gentleman the person beside him speaks up. The voice is jarring as it cuts through your eardrums, bringing back awful memories. It belonged to a man you so unfortunately recognised.

“Don't bother with her sheriff, she's a twofer (loose women). You couldn't make an honest woman out of her even if you tried. She's better off dealing with outlaws by her own self,” all you can do is glare as you take in the hardened face of the mayor's brother. You hadn't realised that he had become a deputy. It's been so long since he's come bothering you, you'd hope he had died of dysentery. You feel bad for the woman in his town. He's probably already abusing the authority he's been given. The sheriff is stunned into silence but before you can defend yourself from the now balding Calvin, he opens his big mouth again.

“I wouldn't be surprised if she was stealing from the town again, just like her old man eh. Did he ever come back darlin’ or is he still on the run? Have ye resorted to selling your backside for some extra dollars? I wouldn't be surprised if you did,” he lets out a boastful laugh eyeing your patched up dress.

“I told you you'll regret rejecting my marriage proposal. Wouldn't marrying me have been better than trying to become my brothers left handed wife (mistress) eh? What? I didn't have enough money to satisfy you? You're no better than a trug (low class prostitute). Won't be long until I see you working at the bed-house. I might even take pity on you and try you out for night,” he smirks down at you from his horse as you try to avoid his leering gaze.

Tears obstruct your vision but you try to keep them at bay. You wanted to call him every name in the book for saying all these baseless accusations about you. But he was a beef headed ten cent man who enjoyed tormenting women, especially those who reject his advances. You weren't the first and you wouldn't be the last to deal with his god awful lecherous behaviour.

“Pull in your horns Calvin! That's no way to talk to a lady!”, the sheriff buts in.

“She's no lady sheriff, a trat (pretty girl) maybe but she's a filthy con. One that likes to toll (to entice) men for money,” Calvin continues his rant in spite.

“Stop airin’ your lungs. Excuse us ma’am we'll be on our way then,” though the sheriff was polite you could see the look of what seemed to be distaste in his eyes as he took in your figure and worn out clothing before leaving. They quickly turn their horses in the direction of the town with Calvin mirthfully laughing along the way.

You're left standing there as you try to collect yourself before returning home.

-at the house

"urgh!...", Simon woke in a fright, sweat was pooling from every pore in his body. He frantically looked around the room trying to figure out where he was. It took a while for his memories of the night before to return. His muscles screamed in pain as he fought to try to move them but they weren't cooperating. His body felt hot and sweaty, like his skin was sunburnt. The sun was setting, his eyes squinted as the dwindling sunshine streamed down from the only window. Damn they were meant to leave before dawn. A whole day had gone by. He feels around his face making sure his bandana was still on before looking over at Johnny. His bandana was still on too. You hadn't tried taking it off. The only difference was that two wet cloths were placed on both of their foreheads and a chipped bowl full of water next to the mattress on the floor. Had you nursed them all day? Where were you now?

"Johnny?... Johnny wake up....," Simon sat up with difficulty calling out Johnny's name but he stayed asleep. Simon felt his forehead before ringing out the cloth and dipping it in the water to reapply. This wasn't good. He's burning up… He needed to get up to look for some yarrow Simon thought to himself. It'll help reduce their fever and then they'll be able to leave as soon as possible. The sheriff might have already made it into town. Simon prayed you hadn't met him. This puts them in a very dangerous situation. Simon sits up with great difficulty as the wound on his arm flairs up with pain. But before he can attempt to stand the door opens gingerly. He freezes when he sees you.

Your eyes meet each other and Simon is too stunned to speak. Your eyes are swollen and red, like you've been crying for some time now. He watches you try to hide the tears by looking away and wiping them hastily. A sudden surge of worry and anger fills his body. Who? Who made you cry? Who dared to hurt you?

Yet when he opens his mouth to demand a name the smell of something delicious wafts through the air making his stomach growl unintentionally. You speak up in a whisper before he can, now fully facing him again with a small smile.

“Food is almost ready, I found some yarrow to help with the fever too. I hope your okay with some fish and vegetable soup. I'm sorry I know it isn't much. But it was the best I could do. I'll make you some tea with the yarrow after you finish eating.” Simon hadn't noticed but you carried a small bundle of yarrow in your fidgety hands as you continued whispering trying to not to wake Johnny or possibly trying to prevent him from asking about why you were crying. He'll find out anyway even if it wasn't going to be from your mouth. Why would anyone hurt someone as sweet as you? You almost seemed too good to be true.

“Yes, thank you. Any food is much appreciated, we aren't picky eaters. This is way more than we deserve,” Simon watches you smile so genuinely at his response that it baffles him. All he did was speak politely to you yet you smile like he had plucked stars from the sky. The thing he didn't know was that no one in town has spoken kindly to you in a very long time. So anyone talking to you even if it was normally was something you cherished greatly.

“It'll be done soon. I just needed to grab some salt. Oh.. and I gave your horses some water I hope you don’t mind that I went near them.”

“That's offly kind of you. I'm more surprised they let you near,” Simon grunts as he watches you grab what you need. That being some salt and another pot probably to boil the tea for later. Your dress had patches all over it, probably from you fixing it with whatever fabric you had laying around. The more he looked at you the more he realised how much you were struggling to obtain the bare necessities for living. Yet you remained so kind and generous. Why?...

“Ah it's no trouble at all, they let me pet them so I'm happy with that…Oh! we'll have to patch your wounds again. Let me go get some sterilised water for you!”, you say gazing at his now bloody arm. The stitches must have opened up while he was trying to move. You smile at him on your way out. You could definitely use some more meat on your bones. You really weren't living a good life out here. Yet you were so kind to feed them and their horses. They'd make sure to leave you behind enough money to sustain you for a couple years. It's the least they could do after all you've done for them.

That reminds Simon he needs to do a parameter check on your house. He'll have to ask you about the sheriff too. But it looked like you were isolated from the town. It was either this or that you rarely went into town for your own reasons. News travels fast, especially in frontier towns. Though it seemed like this was one of the bigger ones. He was glad you would probably be the last person to receive the news. That just meant they could spend a couple days with you without you being afraid of them. And they could leave before you were even given a chance to report them to the sheriff.

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martuzzio · 1 year

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"...Who are you guys?"

"Trust me, you don't want to know."

Check out more Medieval 141 here

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the-dragogirl · 8 months

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cowboy Johnny Mactavish bcs (in my personal educated opinion) he has way more cowboy energy than Ghost

+ sketches

#not dunking on the Outlaw skin tho i think it slaps #cod mw2 #art #fanart #cod fanart #john soap mactavish #the way i cannot stop thinking about this man in different AUs is outrageous #cod soap #call of duty #cod au #cod art

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lildoodlenoodle · 1 year

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MW2 Western AU

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yoitsjay · 4 months

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Wilder West

Pairings: Ghost x Gn! Reader

Summary: you left your old life behind, you had a new purpose... but your past would come up eventually.

Warnings: cannon typical violence, wild west shiz. No specified gender, can be male or fem

Word count: 2388

Render credit: @ave661

1870, what a time to be living, where women were fighting for the right to live and vote and men were off running wild on horses, robbing folk who deserved it or who didn't. You were a lawman in a small town on the border of California and Nevada, practically the only form of law the small town you were in had. Everyone came and went, and of course the locals stayed and made your life either miserable or enjoyable, it all depended on the day really.

At the moment, your deputy in training was watching over the office and town while you were on a small patrol on the perimeter. Lately, there has been talk of robberies on the roads leading out of the town, and you suspected they would be heading in your town to rob folk and shops. It was all local and there wasn't a bank in the town, you'd have to travel to the nearest city which was several days away, There wasn't even a trolley station to store money in. You honestly had no idea why these outlaws would wish to rob your town.

However as you make your way back to the town you hear two gunshots from the middle of the town, followed by shouts of the locals and then shouts from strangers. Your eyes widened and you kicked the side of your horse and got him into motion, galloping back into town as you showed up behind several outlaws who now held your people at gunpoint. Your horse reared up on his hind legs as you pulled your revolver from its holster, pointing it at the back of the supposed leader's head. "I suggest you get the fuck out of my town." You drawled out, the sound of your gun loading filling the dust filled air. The outlaw slowly turned to you with his hands raised, and you quickly noticed that he was wearing a red skull half mask, with a bandana hiding the rest of his face underneath. He wore a vest and a cowboy hat with several teeth sewn into the fabric. Though his appearance was intimidating, he did not scare you.

"I will repeat myself. Get out of my town." You ordered, hearing the chuckles of the other outlaws. You gripped your weapon tighter, your eyes flickering around as you took in your surroundings, and the fact that two outlaws had snuck behind you, and had you surrounded. The leader spoke up, tipping his hat to you. "I think we found our pretty bounty boys." He drew out, however his accent was strange, it wasn't american. It was british. You scoffed, however as you looked to the sheriff's office you saw your young deputy get dragged out by the scruff of his neck. Once again your eyes went wide, and in your moment of vulnerability the leader shot forward, grabbing your arm as he tugged you down off your horse. The stupid beast ran away of course, not before kicking one of the outlaws to the ground. "stupid horse!" You shouted, struggling against the large man as he hogtied you on the ground. You huffed and you turned to lay on your back, staring up at the skull faced man with narrowed eyes.

"You will be comin' with us Sheriff Y/n… or should I say Bluebird? fastest draw from Louisiana to Montana? you should've known you'd be found one day." The man explained, grabbing you and hauling you over his shoulder before he placed you on the back of his horse. you grunted, staying silent as you stared at the ground. It had been years since you put down that name, you did not kill anymore, you didn't rob innocent people. You thought you had flipped your life around but… Your past caught up to you.

"Come on boys. Let's take this pretty thing back to camp, leave the rest, we got what we came for." The skull faced man announced, pulling himself up onto his horse before riding off. You grunted at the sudden jolting. shifting your body slightly as you tried to grab onto something to hold you more still as the man rode out of the town with his fellow outlaws behind him. "So who are you then? some outlaw wannabe?" You asked him, closing your eyes so you didn't get dust in them. The man chuckled, however he didn't answer you. The sun glared down on the back of your head, making you sweat more than you had before. "I turned my life around, I did good and I am good. I bet you can't say that about yourself." You sneered. You felt the man's horse slow to a walk, and then his hand in your hair as he yanked your head up so you looked at him and into his eyes through the mask.

"Shut up. Just stay quiet and once we get to camp you can talk all you want. We ain't bringing you in friend." He stated, however, that made you all the more confused, what did he mean by he and his ruffians were not turning you into the law? you were sure you had a massive bounty on your head, they could get a pretty damn big paycheck if they handed you in… maybe they were lying to you.

regardless his words shut you up and he continued riding, knowing well you were trying to figure out what he had meant. After a few more hours on the road, he pulled into a little forest clearing by a lake, it was cooler here, because there was more shade, and it was definitely relieving. however before you could bask in any more of the coolness, you were lifted off the back of the horse and dropped on the ground by a tree. you were untied for the most part except for one hand being tied to the tree so you couldn't go anywhere. The outlaws talked amongst each other before a different one approached you. This man had his face revealed, but he had a mohawk and a red cloth tied around his neck, he wore a white button up that was unbuttoned slightly down the collar with a dark brown vest over. he sat down in front of you and you both just stared each other down for a few minutes until you noticed a smile grow on his face.

"I've read newspapers about you, Blue Bird, only two years ago you were robbin and killin' west of arkansas. Now you're a lawman of a small town in Cali. How fast things change hm?" He questioned, however you simply narrowed your eyes. "get to the point mohawk, what do you want?" you asked him, watching as the scotsman stood up, gesturing for the others to come forward. Skull face approached and he handed you a bounty poster, but it didn't have your face on it. No it was an old friend of yours that you had long abandoned… "König?" You let out a shaky breath as you stared at the poster before looking up at the men around you. "You know him then?" a new voice spoke up, and you turned your head, staring at a dark skinned man with shorter hair, also wearing a button up but with no vest. You nodded your head.

"I do… König and I were an item, an unstoppable team, with him and his lackeys…" You trailed off, handing the bounty poster back to skull face. "What do you want with him?" You asked, balling your hands into fists as memories resurfaced in your mind. "We want you to join us and help us track him down. We know your skills as an excellent tracker, and on top of that you could be the person who knows where he was last… and as for König, he is an excellent hunter, big bounty, and an even bigger ego to match… we think he could be useful for a much bigger picture."

All of this was explained by another new voice, he had a beard and a cowboy hat resting atop his head, however it was different from skull face's hat, more fitting to his clothing style as well. a sigh left your lips as you stared down at the ground for a moment, eyebrows furrowing in thought before a conclusion finally came up in your mind.

You looked up at the men, shifting your hips in a more comfortable position. You nodded your head, running a hand through your hair. "I'll help, as long as you promise that he won't be harmed." You stated, and the better dressed man nodded before he cut the rope around your wrist. "What are your names?" you questioned, looking around at all of them. They were all much taller than you, not to say you were short or anything, you were average height, they were all just giants.

Mohawk stepped forward first with a big smile, and began gesturing around to the men in camp. "Im John, or Soap, our leader is Price, and that's Kyle but we call him Gaz, and then this big guy is Ghost. Just Ghost.." Soap was introduced, and you shook his hand firmly before shaking Price and then Gaz' hand. You stared at Ghost, narrowing your eyes as you stared at him before shaking his hand. He gripped your hand tight for a moment, even as you tried to pull away he didn't let go until he was ready, giving your hand one last squeeze before dropping your hand. Ghost then tipped his hat to you, leaving in silence. a huff left your lips and as the men scattered around to busy themselves you wiped the dirt off your pants. If you were back in the outlaw gig, you might as well look the part.

You walked up to Soap and you tapped him on the shoulder. "Soap, will you take me to my cabin outside of town? my gear is stored there and i'd like to get it." You requested, and he nodded with a grin. "Sure i'll take ya friend! just- don't do nothin' stupid alright? I'm not afraid to put a bullet in your head." He stated, and you nodded with a nervous expression. "I don't plan on stabbing you in the back." You explained as you followed him to his horse which was tethered up to one of the trees.

The trip to your little cabin didn't take that long, and in no time you had your sheriff's clothes off and you were back into the clothes that held so much history for you. Once you were dressed you had just one final touch, and as you exited the cabin where soap was waiting you slowly raised your arm, and you placed your signature hat down on your head, a light smile gracing your lips as you walked over to him. "I ain't no killer no more, but i sure am back in business." You told him, before putting your fingers up to your mouth, whistling loudly. It took a few minutes but you eventually heard the sound of galloping approaching closer and closer, and out of the tall brush emerged your horse. "You stupid boy" You scolded as you walked up to the fine steed, patting his broad neck before getting up onto the saddle, making yourself comfortable as you turned to Soap. "Ready? let's head back to camp." you requested, and with that you and soap rode- more like raced back to camp, and luckily enough for you, you had memorized the way out and you beat soap in the camp, skidding to a stop as he entered the clearing with a defeated look on his face.

Your boisterous laugh carried out through the camp as you tethered up your horse with soap, making your way to everyone else gathered around the campfire in the center of camp. the skull faced man- Ghost, piped up upon your return. "You seem like you two had fun… nice clothes sheriff." He pointed out, nodding his head to you in a quick motion before lifting his mask down just enough to take a sip of tea, pulling the mask up right after. A hum left your lips and you found a seat beside him and Soap, immediately being handed a cup of coffee by Price, you thanked him immediately, taking a sip as you stared in the fire.

"so, the last time I heard from König was about a year ago maybe? He sent me a letter after we parted ways, and he told me he would be heading up to Montana for some work. He also used to stay in a hovel in Oregon. I doubt he is still there hence the letter, but he could have left some clues behind to tell us where exactly he is." You explained, sipping your cup of coffee once more, Price hummed in agreement, liking the idea you proposed.

"Alright then, we leave at the crack of dawn tomorrow morning." He stated, standing up and leaving the fore which left no room for argument. The sun was already setting, and because of the trees blocking the sun it was significantly darker in camp, but lamps were strewn about as well as the light from the campfire. Ghost then stood up, gesturing for you to follow him. And follow him as you make your way to a large tent. He opened the flap for you, and you went inside first with him close behind. On the ground there were two bedrolls, one was a bit cluttered with items and trinkets while the other was completely empty. "You'll be sharing a tent with me. So I can keep an eye on you, understand?" He asked and you nodded, setting your hat down on the top of the bedroll. "Understood Ghost." You answered, turning around only to see that he had disappeared. a huff left your lips, however you wasted no time to get comfortable in your bedroll, you were tired and it had been a long and hot day.

So with your head resting upon your arms you let your eyes flutter closed and you fell asleep. And by the next morning you knew the hunt for König would begin.

#fanfiction #call of duty: moderm warefare 2 #outlaw au #simon “ghost” riley #simon riley x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #john soap mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick #cod könig #cod ghost #cod soap #cod gaz #wild west

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nectarishes · 2 years

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job description said “business casual” so I made it my business to be casual

#bee and puppycat #lazy in space #space outlaw #puppycat #my art #i wanna do more of these….. put a shirt on that beast #peep the soap bubble for his bulb with the dish washing outfit

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ghouljams · 9 months

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GHOUL GHOUL GHOUL GHOUL!

look, I brought you something: https://www.tumblr.com/belltari/723651435398610944/cowboy-ghost-got-me-so-bad-he-carries-around?source=share

(psst, it's cowboy Ghost art :>)

- 🪷 anon

That's my husband(bark bark bark)

God that only fuels my desire to make a 1870!Cowboys au within the Cowboy au... no I mustn't

#ghoul speaks #im thinking very tasty thoughts about Goose dressed like annie oakly holding a shotgun on Ghost and asking what hes doing on her property #ghost absolutely in love with her as soon as she flips the safety off #🪷 anon #thinking thoughts about outlaw könig scooping up government assessor Bee and running off with her #deputy Gaz breaks up a bar fight and tosses Birdie in jail for the night #they spend the whole night talking because he asked her where she lesrned to hit like that #Soap is trying to convince bar owner Moon to marry him and as soon as she says No he'll call the priest #sherif Price my love married to the only decent doctor in town after she patched him up post duel

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cowboy-outlaw · 10 months

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I often wonder why I bother posting on social media anymore. Who do I post these things for. even this text post alone, who would care to read it other than a few Mutuals scrolling by it… I find myself questioning a lot of things recently. Why do I do this? Who do I do this for? What do I need to prove?

#random soap box rant #cowboy-outlaw

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sweet-as-an-angel · 1 year

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Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 Masterlist

Ghost: Wanted: Ghost x König x Reader [HEAVY SMUT] Oral Support - Ghost x Reader

Ghost w/ a Petite S/O

Ghost w/ an Innocent S/O

The Type of Yandere Ghost is

Yandere Simon "Ghost" Riley Headcanons

Simon "Ghost" Riley w/ a Pregnant S/O

Simon "Ghost" Riley NSFW Alphabet

Ghost of Christmas Past [Ghost x Reader]

Simon “Ghost” Riley Headcanons

Ghost x Plus Size Reader Headcanons

Platonic Yandere Ghost x Childhood Best Friend Reader

Ghost w/ an S/O who Wears Glasses

Platonic Yandere Ghost x Reader Headcanons

Ghost w/ an S/O who is Self Conscious about Squirting a Lot

Dominant! Ghost Headcanons

Dominant! Ghost Headcanons [Repost]

Thigh Riding w/ Ghost

Ghost, König and You

Seraphim [Ghost x Reader]

The One where Soap finds Himself in an ✨ Awkward ✨Situation. [ Ghost x Reader ]

Ghost's Reaction to his S/O Stealing his Mask

A Family of His Own [Ghost x F! Reader]

Simon "Ghost" Riley w/ his S/O During a Panic Attack

Vampire Simon "Ghost" Riley Headcanons

Ghost & König’s Reaction to You in a Maid Outfit

Ghost & König’s Reaction to You Being a Cat Girl

Ghost & König’s Reaction to You Being a Cat Boy

Two Ghosts One Stone [Ghost x Reader x Ghost]

Simon "Ghost" Riley w/ a Tall S/O

Zombie! Ghost NSFW Headcanons

König:

Wanted: Ghost x König x Reader [HEAVY SMUT]

König Headcanons

Yandere König Headcanons + Ending

König x Plus Size Reader Headcanons

Dominant König Headcanons

König w/ his S/O during a Panic Attack

König w/ an S/O who Wears Glasses

König w/ a Mommy Kink

König w/ a Daddy Kink

König w/ a Petite S/O

Extra: König w/ a Petite S/O

Submissive König Headcanons

König w/ a Pregnant S/O

Breeding König

Thigh Riding w/ König

König w/ an S/O who is Self Conscious about Squirting a Lot

König w/ a Bratty S/O

Sylvannian Family [König x Reader Headcanons]

Ghost, König and You

Chokehold [König x Reader]

König w/ an Innocent S/O

König's Reaction to His S/O Stealing his Mask

König's Reaction to You Having a Stomach Bulge

Ghost & König’s Reaction to You in a Maid Outfit

Ghost & König’s Reaction to You Being a Cat Girl

Ghost & König’s Reaction to You Being a Cat Boy

Wild West Outlaw König

Vampire König Headcanons

Zombie! König NSFW Headcanons

Alejandro:

Yandere Alejandro Headcanons

Price:

Yandere Captain Price Headcanons

Graves

Yandere Phillip Graves Headcanons

All:

MW2 waking up next to their S/O

MW2 w/ an S/O who is Insecure about their Stretch Marks

MW2 and their P0rn Preferences

MW2 Cuddling Headcanons

MW2 Reaction to You Calling Them Submissive and Breedable

MW2 Reaction to Receiving a Special™ Photo from Their S/O

MW2 Reaction to Receiving a Love Poem from Their S/O

MW2 Reaction to You Having an Only Fans

MW2 Reaction to Their S/O Who Self-Harms

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delusionsofgrandeur13 · 9 days

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ex boyfriend!dick grayson is distraught.

it’s been two weeks, three days, ten hours, and seven minutes since the two of you broke up. not that anyone is counting.

his days are spent with him walking around like a zombie.

batman has to practically yell into the comms link to even get a reply during patrol. dick’s not even sure he’s been putting his suit on properly. two nights ago he only went out with one escrima stick. he almost lost a fight with some goons, and one of them asked him if he had a death wish. he went home bruised, his lip bloodied, wondering if maybe he did have a death wish.

he tried going out to the store. he was out of shaving cream and eggs. dick made it as far as the produce section. he had a staring contest with the apples for ten minutes, and left without buying anything.

the first week he kept wearing hats. seeing his hair in the mirror practically made his eye twitch with the memory of you running your hands through it. he could almost hear you cooing over how nice it looks long.

“dick, you look so handsome! are you growing it out? dick, you look so handsome! are you growing it out? dick, you look so handsome! are you growing it out? dick, you look so handsome! are you growing it out? dick you look so—”

he cuts it a week later, sick of his brothers making fun of him for the hats and sick of your voice in his ear.

he barely touches his hair now, his hands nothing compared to the way yours felt on his scalp. almost every other night he cries in the shower, thinking about the way your eyes would flash when you’d offer to wash his hair for him. you’d always bite your lip in this cute way when you slicked all his hair back, the soap fluffy in your hands. you’d wiggle your eyebrows and call him distinguished, and then pull it up into a mohawk and tell him to call up jason and ask to join the outlaws. a few nights ago he made the mistake of looking at your razor, still on the shower caddy. he cried so hard his head hurt the next morning like he’d had a hangover.

his family stops whispering when he enters rooms, their worry and concern growing more obvious by the day. alfred won’t stop feeding him. bruce keeps looking him over, his eyebrows furrowed. jason left at least four self help books on his coffee table and in his cubby in the batcave. tim took over all of the video surveillance batman had assigned him, waving him away when dick tried to insist it was okay, and that he could do it. steph wouldn’t stop high fiving him? cass hugged him, at least three times. wally tried to get him to go out, but dick drank one beer and left, walking home in the pouring rain like he was in a music video. wally took the hint, but started texting him good morning, every day. even damian stopped picking on him, instead asking to spar just so dick would have something else to think about. it didn’t work, obviously, but he’d mussed damian’s hair, giving him a wan smile on the way out of the practice room. he’d left immediately after.

he spent the rest of the day at home thinking about how he’d always let you win when the two of you would play wrestle. you had this expression you’d make right before, where your eyes would squint a little and the corner of your mouth would turn up. the whole time you’d dated, dick was never able to figure out if it was because you were about to play fight or fuck. he loved it.

his nights are full of tossing and turning.

he spent the first week not washing his sheets, sleeping face down on your side of the bed. the second week he washed his sheets every night, trying to rid his nose of the phantom smell of you. the pillowcase you used is shoved deep into his linen cabinet. he now sleeps on the couch. he had to wash all of his t shirts too, the ones you’d steal to wear to bed with nothing under. he rummaged through his dresser in his old room in Wayne Manor hoping to find ones to wear that didn’t smell like you. ones that didn’t make him think of you pulling them off in the middle of the night, to then sink down onto his cock. you’d toss it onto the ground while you straddled him, smiling down at him.

he couldn’t sit and watch tv without thinking of all the times he’d gone down on you on the couch.

couldn’t brush his teeth without seeing the last time he’d bent you over the sink, thrusting into you while your breath fogged the bathroom mirror.

he couldn’t go out to eat at any of the restaurants by his apartment without seeing the two of you at a table, you stealing one of his fries or swapping sandwiches to try the other’s order.

he still couldn’t go to the little family-owned grocery store, not when the old couple that ran it knew both of you by name.

couldn’t look at his keys without seeing the keychains you’d bought him.

his every waking moment was spent with thinking of you, all you, always you.

you were everywhere,

he thought about how you’d beamed when he’d first asked you out, your eyes shining when you’d nodded yes.

how surprised you’d looked when he finally told you he was nightwing, and how you made him pinky swear to be careful.

he couldn’t appreciate enough how you had always been gracious when he’d show up late to dates, bruce always needing his help with something or other.

he thought of the way you’d looked washing the dishes, up to your elbows in suds when he’d roll in from the window, coming up behind you to kiss you and push you over to the couch while he’d finished the dishes, still in his nightwing suit.

what you’d looked like when you opened the promise ring he got you, and showed you his matching one. you’d both gotten teary eyed then.

the way you tried to hide the fact you’d been crying when he came home from patrol one night.

when your expression would change after he’d tell you he had to miss a family dinner at your mom’s house. you thought he wouldn’t notice but c’mon, he was trained by batman.

how your face had crumpled like his heart did when he had realized what he needed to do. when he had said he loved you more than anything, but knew that you deserved to be treated better, and that he couldn’t give you that right now. couldn’t give you all of his time like he wanted to.

you’d accepted it, nodding while tears slipped down your cheeks silently, walking out of his apartment to go stay at your mom’s house.

it’d been two weeks, three days, ten hours, and seven minutes, yet dick hadn’t accepted it. and your toothbrush was still next to his. so he didn’t think you’d really accepted it either.

but yet, you were now nowhere.

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ethereal-night-fairy · 4 months

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A Lick and a Promise

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Outlaw!Ghost x Outlaw!Soap x Female Reade

This was inspired by the above art

All bruised and broken up, Soap and Ghost are on the run from the sheriff and his posse. They finally come across a run down shack to rest in. Only to find a pretty little lady sleeping there already.

Warnings: MDNI, slight perving, looking non-consensually, light injuries, a small bit of blood, needle and thread stiching, small bit of fluff, period typical misogyny, maybe some future kidnapping? sorry if I missed any.

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Night had fallen, a blanket of darkness was cloaking their vision. The only solace they had was the full moon guiding their horses. They needed to stop to find shelter and possibly something to eat. Ghost didn't think Johnny could hold out much longer. He was hurt far more severely than him. Dirt roads are dangerous in the dead of night. They needed to find shelter soon.

They were above snakes for now. But no one knew how long that would last.

They come across a beaten down house? It looked more like a shack, small and decrepit. It was on the outskirts of the town they were entering. They needed to lay low just in case the sheriff chasing them had associates here.

They wrap their arms around each other once they get off their horses and tie them to some trees in this sparse forest. It was enough cover to hide them from prying eyes. In case anyone came snooping here.

They walk towards the shack with some difficulty. There's an outhouse and a small patch of ploughed soil where some sad looking veggies are planted. And an old outdoor campfire with an cast iron pot situated on it. It wasn't lit of course. It's a sorry state but it'll have to do for now. They just needed a place to rest and patch up their wounds before moving on. It looks abandoned with the way the roof has holes in it. And the wood looks like it's about to break if you leant on it too long.

But unfortunately for them it wasn't abandoned. They find a little lady all alone laying in bed. This run down shack (it doesn't even deserve to be called a house) was no place for a delicate woman like you. You don't even stir when they walked in, probably in a deep sleep. They should have left and found somewhere else to rest but going out now would prove difficult especially with their injuries. They didn't want to disturb you, they just needed a place to rest for a bit.

You look ethereal as you lay in your white nightgown. The moonlight filtering through the holes in your roof gave your complexion a heavenly glow. They try not to stare too long. It was rude enough they were in your home without permission. Sure they were outlaws but they had morals and reasoning behind what they did. That's why they planned to leave before you arose from your slumber.

You still don't stir as the boys make themselves comfortable in your sparsely furnished home. There's a single chair and table in the corner where Ghost settles Soap as quietly as possible. He immediately goes to look for some water to wash his wound with. Thank God neither of them were shot.

There's a couple of large pots in the corner. It's probably where you store your water. It didn't seem like there was a well near your house. You probably carried it from the river. It was probably a 5 minute horse ride away. A girl like you shouldn't be expected to do such menial labour. Where was your husband? Or your male guardians?

As Ghost takes the lid of the pot it slips and clatters to the ground. The loud noise vibrating through the small shack. You startle awake sitting up in your small straw filled bed that was falling apart. You clutched your thin blanket to your chest as you stared at the two shadows in your home. They both had bandanas on so you were rightly frightened. Probably too shocked to speak.

It was like you three were in a stalemate. Waiting for someone to make the first move. They stand in awkward silence until Soap decides to make the first move to soothe you, which ends up startling you. Despite your fear he continues to move towards the candle on the table causing you to flinch and bring your legs up to your chest as a form of protection. Ghost doesn't move or say anything, afraid he'll startle you more. Soap manages to light the candle with his lighter. The fire bringing a warm glow to the surroundings.

“It's alright lass..”, Soap puts his hands up in surrender showing you he's not a threat. “We're nae here tae hurt ye, just two blokes who are lost and in need of some rest”, you stare at them with dilated pupils still extremely afraid. You shrink back as far as you can go, your body shaking.

“W-what do y-you want f-from me?”, you shiver and shake trying to prevent your tears from falling.

“Just some water and bandages if you can spare them”, it's Ghost who speaks up this time moving towards Soap where you'll get to see him better. You don't know why they thought that would help because it just sent your frightened mind reeling when you saw that these two men were built like a brick house and tall as an oak tree.

They watch you shakily point to your worn down cabinet dresser. “There s-spare rags on t-the second shelf and the water is in those pots in the corner.” You don't say anything else as you shake in the corner watching them.

“Much obliged”, Ghost grunts out. His own injuries getting the best of him.

Ghost moves to the cabinet with some difficulty. He retrieves the rags and grabs the cup beside the pots to gather some water to boil outside. He leaves grabbing Soaps lighter on his way out. Soap continues to try to sooth you with words but eventually gives up seeing that he was just scaring you. You two just sit in silence as he settles back onto the chair with a groan. When he goes to take off his bloody shirt you flinch and panic again but he tells you it's just to treat his wounds nothing else. You eventually settled, sneaking some glances here and there of his toned body. He finds your embarrassed expression funny. Had a pretty little lady like you never seen a man naked before?

But you refuse to say anything else, deciding to sit on bed staying on high alert.

It was bad enough you only noticed they were in the house when Simon made noise and usually he's silent. So they could have entered and left without you ever noticing. You had absolutely no protection here. A pretty thing like you could easily be kidnapped. You needed to be more careful with your safety, Soap thought to himself. At least get a latch for your door. But considering the little items you had. You were probably already struggling to make ends meet. You poor thing. No man to take care of you. All by yourself at the edge of town. Where you couldn't even go to a neighbour for help.

Simon comes back in with the sterilised water and cleaned rags. Soap felt bad that he was making him do all the work but he genuinely couldn't move. The pain in his rips was getting much much worse he hoped he hadn't fractured it. Ghost crouches down in front of Johnny wiping away his blood and making sure everything was clean. He ended up wrapping his ribs with his shirt because the rags weren't long enough. Johnny heaved from the pain but he was grateful nonetheless.

When it was Simon's turn he tried sitting on the table testing his weight to see if it could hold. Surprisingly it didn't break. Johnny tries to help him but couldn't lift his right arm very high due to his ribs. So he could only watch his lover patch himself through his pain. Simon was sweating profusely as he tried for the third time to wrap a cut on his dominant arm, to no avail. It was a deep one too. It needed to be stitched up.

What the two men hadn't noticed was that you had been watching them intensely. Seeing how gentle and kind they were being with one another brought a smile to your face. You watched intently as they took care of their wounds. They didn't notice your expressions soften as pity took over your features as you watched them struggle.

“D-do you n-need help?”, your soft voice rang out. It surprised the two men that you even bothered to speak with them let alone offer more help.

“If ye don't mind…he's struggling tae wrap his arm”, Johnny answers for Ghost because he knew he'd refused. They watch you gingerly get out of bed. Your blanket falling on the straw mattress. They got an eyeful of your thin gown. Very thin for that matter. They averted their gazes. They weren't perverts, they swear they weren't. You must be cold in such thin clothing…yeah they were just looking because they were concerned…mostly…mostly concerned…

They watch you walk over with a needle and thread in your hand. The first thing you do is put the needle to the flame making sure to wipe it clean of soot before threading it. You look at Ghost for permission to approach, still clearly scared of him. He gives you a simple nod making sure not to look at you inappropriately and turning Soap's head away as well when he caught him eyeing your chest. You were quick and efficient in stitching his shoulder before carefully wiping it clean and wrapping it up. He was grateful you had allowed them to stay. Though it was probably out of fear. You offered them water to drink and some hard biscuits you had stored in a tin. They went down with some difficulty but the water helped. At least they had something to eat.

You were still careful not to get too close to them though. Which was understandable. They promised to leave the next morning. You gave them your straw mattress to lay down on for the night even after they refused. You countered they needed it more since they were injured. A true angel you were. They hadn't met someone as kind as you in a long time. Despite being afraid you offered them hospitality. Though that would be a very stupid thing to do if it was anyone else. They really ought to teach you some common sense. How did you manage to survive on your own this long?

They watch you place the mattress on the floor as you retreat back to the safety on your bed frame to wrap the blanket around yourself. Soap didn't know why that disappointed him so much. He swears he's not a pervert…you were just very pretty…they wouldn't dare do anything to you though! Not unless you wanted it. But they needed to be gone by morning if they wanted to escape the sheriff. So it seemed you weren't in their cards of fate unfortunately. They'd think about that another time. For now Soap and Ghost held each other on the floor resting on their good sides trying to get some rest in before they had to bid their pretty angel goodbye.

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