#cod reaper

[children-of-epiales]

Careful

Word Count: 711

        Jody turns his head away from the gauze, his eyes narrowed at the brunette in warning. 

“ If you don’t let me do this-I will make sure you’re ordered to take time off.” Rouen promises, returning the nasty expression. “ That shit doesn’t work with me.”

“ What. Shit.” The enraged man grits his teeth; with his hair being so disheveled and the mixture of dirt and blood that covers him, it’s no wonder why Reaper’s the only one who offered to deal with him. 

Instead of answering him, the brunette places the gauze back in its packaging and turns on her heel; she’s ready whenever Jody reaches out for her, yanking her arm so he won’t be able to prevent her from leaving. “ Hey!” He barks when she makes a break for the door, “ Rouen please-”

“ Please what?” The Canadian spat at him in the same threatening tone he spoke in before. 

“ Please fucking help me, alright?! Please it…it hurts.” Jody gestures to his head, the fingers on his right hand just as bloodied from being stomped and grinded on. “ It hurts so bad.” 

Rouen tilts her head forward. Her friend returns to the seat and she opens a new pack of gauze, this time not waiting to press it on his head wound. “ What were you thinking…” She wipes some of the running blood, then tosses the stained material and opens another, this time neatly taping it down on the wound. “ These people-they’ll kill someone if enough of ‘em agree on it, you know what. You, J, nor I have made the best impression, so we need to be careful.”

She washes his injured hand and works on bandaging that, wrapping each finger before the palm of the hand. “ Go on-” Rouen’s eyes flicker up at Jody, “-what she’d say? What did you say? How’d the fight happen?” 

Jody goes silent upon hearing the question. The French Canadian glances to his friend’s left, then to her right and his gaze remains on whatever is across the room. “ Roze made a comment, and I got upset.” He decides to answer. “ I’ll give credit where credit’s due-I know no ranger is someone to screw with, but she’s such an asshole, Rouge. Fuck-the other day when she shoved J because he was gonna grab her rifle by mistake? I don’t do shit like that.” 

“ It’s not easy to be around her,” Rouen agrees. “ But, do you remember what Evan said?”

Jody narrows his eyes at her. “ We’re not here to make friends, we’re here to do our jobs.” He repeats mockingly. “ But I can’t do my job if I’m too busy having to worry about watching my own back, can I?” His brows raise when Rouen rolls her eyes at him. “ Go on-tell me I’m wrong and Stiletto totally didn’t try to slice you up two weeks ago. Tell me, Rouge, go on-you know you wanna.” 

The brunette shushes him and places her fingers over his mouth. Jody immediately licks them, earning him a slap on the slap on the shoulder. “ Idiot!” Rouen scolds him before collecting her supplies. “ Listen, I know it’s tough-we all do-but you just gotta try and adjust okay? You find yourself near someone you think will get on your nerves-”

“ I gotta distance myself.” The brunet looks Rouen in the eyes while recalling the line. “ I get, I get it, I get it.”

He runs his fingers through his hair, roughs it up as much as possible, somehow always managing to forget that he gets it cut before going back out into the field. “ Thanks for patching me up, Rouge.” Jody mumbles, letting out a heavy sigh after. “ We should…”

“ Go before they say something, right.” Rouen nods, though it takes her a minute to process what they’re actually doing. She, too, does not want to return among the soldiers that she has to force herself not to return a glare at, not to open her mouth when they converse about her when she’s in the room, to always double check that her gun is with her before she goes to sleep at night. 

She eventually leaves, and it doesn’t take Jody long to follow her out. The only thing worse than having to go undercover is doing it alone.

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[skyrigel]

Grim Reaper! Simon x f!reader | tw: death

Grim Reaper! Simon who's supposed to take you away, between life and death, after and before, here and gone.

Grim Reaper! Simon who watched you all day, couldn't help the cold dread that clouded him because you were so full of life, despite the mess, you woke up and made your coffee. Choosing your clothes and saving that very expensive dress for some other time, some special day — not knowing this is the last, your most special. Instead picking on that shirt you loved for it's colour, not knowing it would end up only red.

Grim Reaper! Simon who stood helplessly when life was squashed out of you. One moment of extreme pain and then nothing at all. People screaming and pitying and murmuring, while you clutched your chest and raised above, looking around — blinking and confused, until you looked down and your pupils widened. Oh..gone.

Grim Reaper! Simon who clasped your hand as you cried and lamented, a life you hated so much and yet you loved it just the same. Glancing back at the flesh, hands outstretched as if begging you to not leave, same eyes, same face, same fucking everything — just lifeless.

Grim Reaper! Simon who held your soul as you wept and sobbed, it wasn't your fault...you were just trying to save the puppy, it wasn't — but now you were dead. No prayer would count. And these people around you, they're just watching your lifeless frame while you cry and cry.

Grim Reaper! Simon who knew how it went, one snap and you were truly gone to the other side. “T-this it it ? Is this the end ?” you sobbed more, remembering your goodbyes, did you tell you mum that you loved her, or did you tell dad his burnt toast were your favourite, did your friend knew they were so amazing and you loved them ?

Grim Reaper! Simon who could read your mind, “No. Come now.” he echoed, lifting you away from your dead body, just flesh that resembled you, all those things that made you a real person crumbled under those rubber tyre, now nothing but memories.

Grim Reaper! Simon who shaked his skeleton of a head, covered with his ghostly black hood, swaying like cloak behind him. You wouldn't stop crying, he couldn't bear that. “No, sweetheart.” He traced your jaw, letting those tears vapour in a whoosh,“Not yet. Not so soon. Not for you.”

Grim Reaper! Simon who took you back to your apartment, letting you take it all, your fingertips against smiling people trapped behind glasses, your cat purring in her cushion, notes sticked around, empty checkboxes that would never get ticked.

Grim Reaper! Simon who held above the dress you'd saved. “You would look so lovely.” he kept, ‘You always do.’ to himself, he sat as you licked the last bit of Nutella and patted your cat, oblivious to so many things.

Grim Reaper! Simon who took you to the beach because you never got time to go one, never had anyone to go with you. Now was the time and company.

Grim Reaper! Simon who sat beside you watching the last bits of rays disappearing into nothingness, letting sky turn darker and stars twinkle in it's wake.

Grim Reaper! Simon who might be smiling just a bit when you want to go for a night walk, with no fear and no worries. He's swaying behind you, while you are almost flying with new freedom, a new sense of living or dead taking over you. There was a before that you loved but there's also an after that awaits. It's okay, Simon had said. It's going to be okay.

Grim Reaper! Simon who took you on rooftop because you wanted to see the city, the whole fucking city. “How you wanted to go ?” He found himself speaking, he never did that, it's a simple affair — guide them to the other side, that's it. You rewarded him with a smile, “Like this.” You whispered, he would hear it anyway, “I wanted to be gone like this...on my own will, L-like —” You choked on your own words, “— to jump from a very tall somthing.” and that's the irony, your life was squashed out of you, no fall and no wind smashing your face and nothing like you thought.

Grim Reaper! Simon who would grant all your wishes, “Come” he said, the second time. First, he said it when he was pulling you back while your eyes were struck on those that belonged to you, the very same but truly empty — gone before it's time.

Grim Reaper! Simon who wanted you to be happy, forever if he could help it. He took your hand in his and floated to the edge, across the horizon. There's sun rising from new beginnings, “I can't die a second time.” you laughed, a soft choke in your throat. Your stomach twisted in your guts and it's shouldn't be like this. You should feel empty and whatever void meant to be, but this knot wouldn't let go.

Grim Reaper! Simon who shook his ghost of head, tilting his head affectionately to you, “No. but you can live.”

Grim Reaper! Simon who took the fall with you, in the dress you always wanted to wear, smelling like all the things you loved, your city and salt and your favourite perfume. A smile that was forever young and true. There with him, between life and death.

Please always take care. Someone somewhere loves you so much and you mean the world to them. Please remember, please know you're loved and blessed and mean so much more than you think. Xoxo.

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[lefttoesucker]

The grim reaper outfit is making me feral every time I see it so here's a quick sketch of it :)

I'm also actually pretty pleased with the eyes for once

[yawnderu]

Can I get a pic of your dick from above and pulling your underwear away can I get a pic of it from the front leaking and can. I get a gif from the side of it bouncing and twitching could I get a close up of the veins can you smack it on the camera lens at HD? can i

[reds-skull]

(continuation of this)

Okay maybe I lied Soap won't be fine by the time Ghost is done with him

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[journen]

The Gilded Reaper Ghost skin is so extra™️. Imagine standing next to him dressed like that… lol.

[reaper-chan666]

Snake Hybrid! Reader x TF141 blurb!!

**mentions of "monthly activities"**

Soap runs into the break room "GAZ! I just read something online!" Gaz looks up from his book, slightly annoyed at the volume of Soap's voice, but before he can get a word in, Soap continues his rambling. "I read that reptile Hybrids shed their skin sometimes! Do you think that's true?" At this time, Ghost and Price walk in, and Soap asks them the same question. No one knows the answer, so they decide to go ask their snake Hybrid teammate.

They walk into the room they've nicknamed, "the snake den," and look around for their teammate, who is sitting in the corner. When asked, Snake looks at them blankly, before reaching up to their hairline, and pulling the dead skin off their face, like a face mask, causing Soap and Gaz to scream like babies, and Ghost and Price to jump in surprise. Snake just laughs at them and explains that they shed their skin 2 to 4 times a year, and that it's not painful, but kind of like peeling the skin after one gets sunburnt. With new trauma, Soap and the other walk out of the room, Soap vowing to not go charging into the snake pit like that ever again.

End.

Well, that was fun! I just had that random thought pop into my head, and just had to type it up before I forgot it! Enjoy!

[starsofang]

soul collector ghost x reader || pt.2

more thoughts on reaper ghost!

just as ghost's job entailed, he took you to the so called paradise that one achieves after death, but he found himself doing it begrudgingly. ghost was absolutely not one that formed attachments to souls, much less so quickly. his job was to deliver the lost souls to what humans liked to call heaven, or in some cases, hell, and it had been that way for centuries.

so why was he hesitant to send you off to the very place you'd rest in peace, and with that little cat of yours you had requested him to take with you?

it was a dangerous game that his mind was playing. soul collectors didn't have feelings, nor did they have the ability to grow fond over souls they encountered on their jobs. yet when ghost took you to that oasis, leaving you behind to spend your days in content, he found himself mulling over you as the days went on.

visiting couldn't hurt, right? so that's what he did. and boy, it was a mistake.

he was falling for you. you, a dead woman with an entire life that got stolen from her, where you were residing peacefully with the company of your beloved cat. the supposed heaven was much like regular life for humans, except without the danger, the angst, the pain, the love.

what would the gods think of little old him, a reaper with a skull for a face, all bone and no skin, falling for a soul that belonged to them? it had never been heard of, and for him to feel the way he did, he thought perhaps he was broken. he'd spent centuries in this line of work. hell, he didn't even know if he, too, was a living person before he was what he is now. maybe time had eroded away his cold, dead heart, and he just wasn't fit for any of this anymore.

how could he not fall in love with you, when you danced around in your newfound home, cat bundled in your arms as you sang a song he didn't know the tune of?

how could he not love you, when you always greeted him with a blinding smile that could melt away the coldness in his heart, and a voice as sweet as candy giving him a "hey, ghost!" every time he came?

just like now, while you sat with your cat in your lap and your eyes staring in awe of the heavenly skies with him standing rigid beside you, he knew there wasn't a single thing in his mind that could ever convince him that he didn't have the heart to fall for you.

ghost knew he was royally fucked, both with himself and with the gods. he wasn't meant for this life of falling in love, and his creation was made solely against that. yet somehow, you managed to crawl your way into his body and soul, nesting there permanently with no plans of evicting.

you were like a virus that was slowly rewiring the workings of his mind, burrowing yourself so deep, it'd be near impossible to recode you out.

"are you enjoying it here?" he asked you then. while your eyes remained focused on the golden rays that filled the sky, his were locked on to you. he took in the slight shimmer in your eyes, one he had never seen before in someone dead. he noted the quirk of your lips, the way they curled at the edges and exposed perfectly aligned teeth.

"oh, absolutely," you told him back with that damned smile of yours. "but I enjoy it a lot better when you visit."

ghost had never felt his chest flutter before, but he swore, it was as if a cage of butterflies had been released, filling him up with the foreign feeling of giddiness.

"that so?" he hummed, continuing to plaster on the void of emotions he had grown to do over his time as a reaper. "suppose I'll have to visit more often."

and when you turned to finally look at him, it would've taken the breath out of his lungs if they functioned.

"I'd like that," you agreed, and just from that confirmation alone, ghost decided he was willing to risk everything he had, everything he had ever been created for, just to see that smile everyday of his eternal life. gods be damned.

[snootlestheangel]

@stuffireadandenjoy @bringinsexybackk69 @eiraeths

I have more of the assassin/Reaper AU I posted earlier. Still haven't decided on a title yet so I'm open to suggestions!

This is basically an excuse to have mentally unwell married couple Ghoap.

Soap and Simon Riley have been married for a few years now. Simon's retired military (honorably discharged after Roba) and met Soap through a friend he has that is still military. Simon finds work as a butcher, and he's a rather quiet, domestic man. Well, in his marriage he is.

Soap doesn't know he's the notorious Reaper named Ghost. But Soap's not entirely mentally well, so when Ghost does show up after winning the bid to work for them, he's not angry about it being a secret. After all, he understands that isn't something he needed to know about Simon. He still trusted him, he has secrets of his own, it's not a big deal. Besides, he's learned something new about himself with that mask 😉

But Gaz never finds out this is Soap's husband. They just pretend it isn't the truth and go about their mission like it's normal. But Gaz is so protective of his friend, he's not about to let this creepy fuck ruin the man's relationship.

Basically because Gaz instantly clocks something about Ghost and how he acts around/towards Soap, and he knows Soap is a happily married man (Gaz just endured a twenty minute long rant from Soap about how he misses his husband). Gonna use this as an excuse to show off how intelligent and resourceful Gaz is, and how he's loyal to a fault.

I have several interactions bouncing around my head but I'm struggling to get any of this out so I'm gonna leave that in the air and get back to it

I might actually work on this as a genuine fic cause I really like this idea, I just need to not be so brain dead tired 🥲

[onebigwhale]

when ghostsoap meet reaper76

[onmywaytoslay]

Daniel during her time within the Shadow Company ! She was quite popular 🥴 and had quite a reputation !

[children-of-epiales]

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[ryuzakemo128]

Masterlist - Part One - Part Two - Part Three

Pairing: Poly 141 x Reaper! Forensics Pathologist! Female reader

CW: Smut implications, reaper has a workshop fulls of ancient things from forensic pathologists of yesterday, blood kink!, yearning in spite of you. Soap being a kinky dude. Masturbation (Soap)

Words: 310

You tutted when you found him inside your bedroom sniffing your panties like a hound dog on heat. He flinched when you tapped him on his shoulder. Your long nails tapping his bare shoulder. Your cool hands sending a shiver up his spine.

"I'd look good on you.” you whispered into his ear. Your hot breath pressing up against his neck, making his toes curl from the excitement alone. 

“Don’t be silly, Johnny. I won’t be that annoying. Yet.”  All they needed to do now was to wait. Waiting. The goddamn waiting. Worse than watching paint dry and grass grow. It stretched on and Soap walked to go have a nap somewhere upstairs. You didn’t know where he’d fall asleep. Just that he walked upstairs to take a ‘nap’. 

The clicking of your heels. As you walked closer to him. Hovering around to be felt enough. But not too closer for skin to skin contact. Edging him without edging. 

“Like little puppies, you all yip and whine.” you rolled your eyes. You didn’t have the patience to even put up with them right now. “But come to think of it. I like you this way. Hot, bothered, desperate, begging, wanting to be touched.”

“I think I changed my mind about you.” you mused with a smirk. “I think I would much rather prefer to watch you masturbate first now.”

Soap whined when you pulled away from him. Your warmth disappearing from his reach far too quickly. Grabbing you by your collar of your black buttoned up shirt. 

“Dinnae ya fuckin dare leave.” he growled into your ear. Pulling you down onto your bed. He has you within his grasp. There is nothing anyone or anything else that can stop him from taking you in every way possible. 

To claim you as his or, the more likely case scenario, as theirs.

[xoalin4]

NIKTO X READER

A very short story of Nikto as Death/Grim Reaper and the reader as Life

Or how I imagine it.

Forgive me for spelling mistakes or uncharacteristic characters. I am going off how I see them— but do please do tell me if I got the assumption of Death or Life wrong🙏

Death, that is who he was. To bring an end to those whose time have come— a depressing job he has really. Tho he is long used to it now. Seeing the life fade from a creatures eyes— the gruesome ways that he extinguishes one’s life.

He didn’t care much for it anymore, it was as simple as waking up now. Only he wishes he could get the same peace that he delivers to the creatures he kills.

Now, his life wasn’t completely bland or just killing and killing and.. you get it. There was one person who just happens to light his day up, literally.

Life, a pretty woman she was, kind woman. And so, so annoying. Blinding him with her light— he wishes to extinguish it, tho even that seems to be too far for him to do.

He hates her, he really does. Her happy voice, he just wants to be alone in a quiet place— but no, she just happens to come along and make him wish he could tear his own eyes out. He wishes he could slice his ears off, or her head, if only it would stop him from hearing her voice. And plucking out his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see her light.

He hates her, she is so pretty, unlike him. Her smile isn’t crooked, her teeth aren’t yellowish, her face isn’t ruined beyond.. he resents her.

He made it his personal mission to kill everything she gives life too. Whether it be a batch of beautiful flowers she spent weeks on making thrive, the next day they would be nothing but rotten on the ground.

A village she tended to, they lived happily with her watching over them. They got good vegetation, the animals were fat and healthy, the children ran and played. A plague killed half the village and the animals were no longer healthy, the grass was no longer green, the vegetation no longer grew.

A petty thing really, what he does, simply because he hates her. He hates her so much he can’t stop thinking of ways to try and make her stop smiling— to see her cry, to see her in pain, to see her— that’s it, to see her. He hates her so much that he follows her everywhere she goes. That he scoffs and speaks profanities to her it only to make her uncomfortable— if only to try and dim that light that he hates so much.

Yet, no matter what he tries, no matter how rude he is, how he kills everything she gives life too— she still smiles warming at him. She still says hello or good morning to him in that chirpy voice of hers. She still offers his flowers each time she sees him— even tho he kills them every time.

He hates her, because she is opposite of him, opposite of what he wishes he could have. A pretty face, not marred so much by scars that it hurts even him to look at. Hands that have helped more than killed. A life that isn’t bland, blank and boring.

He hates her because she hurts his heart every time he looks at her because no matter what, he will never be able to experience the happiness she gives others.

He hates her because she is everything he wants.

he hates her because she is what he can never have.

[rejected-reapermain]

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[reds-skull]

Reaper concepts from my Revenant AU! The first one is Reaper of the Pull (Gaz and Konchar's Reaper), second is Lumity as it looked by the end of part 1, and the third...

Is one I'll leave unnamed for now (:<