#dark!soap

[bi-writes]

you don't think ghost likes you very much. (part 2 of this, but can be read standalone) (18+, semi-dark content ahead, ghoap x fem!reader)

he doesn't like you. no matter what you do, what you wear, what you say, you know he doesn't approve of you, not really.

not like johnny.

johnny adores the ground you walk on. his lips are always on you. in your ear, along your neck, against your collarbone. his tongue is warm, and it slides along your jaw, around your fingers, sucking on your skin.

"what a nice gift, LT," he always says. "got the nicest pussy 'v e'er had." and then he puts those eyes on, those big, soft, blue ones, and he asks, "can i keep 'er, LT? can i have 'er?"

and johnny is so good. johnny does what he's asked of. johnny says yes, he never says no. johnny smiles and nods and does what he is told, and so johnny gets to have you.

johnny gets to keep you.

but you are a pet, and you are nothing more, and ghost never lets you believe otherwise. he doesn't even give you his name; it's ghost, and ghost only, and he never touches you. not the way the johnny does.

he competes with you, but it isn't a competition. johnny doesn't listen to you, not if ghost contradicts you. he will win, and he will win every time, and even though you are aware of this, he reminds you, all the time.

"johnny, please--" you sob, and he laughs, rubbing his stubble against your thigh gently. it's wet, because he's slobbered all over your cunt, and your hole pulses because it wants more. "johnnny...j-johnny, please--"

"oh, relax, my little lamb..." he sucks your clit into his mouth gently, suckling on the puckered bud. you whine at that, reaching down, pulling on the long strands of hair down the middle of his head, and he groans. "makin' a right mess..."

you're crying. tears falling down your face, pleasure like fire at the base of your spine and crawling up your back, and you reach up and squeeze the swell of your breasts, pulling on your nipples gently. johnny always gets you here--right at the top of a glorious fucking hill, and when you come down it, he carries you, keeping you high for as long as he can before he tries again and again and again--

"fuck are y' doing?" a rough voice growls. johnny's ripped off of you, his back arching as a gloved hand yanks on his head. johnny grunts, hissing, and you whine when you see ghost gripping him by his neck, holding the back of his head to his chest. "spoiled. you spoil her, johnny."

"she's so pretty, LT...i--"

"you spoil her." ghost tilts his head to the side, and you see his eyes narrow, a harsh glare at you from under the mask that makes you shake a little. "spoil her fuckin' rotten."

he doesn't let you come. he's a selfish motherfucker.

you don't know why he doesn't like you. for all intents and purposes, he chose you. and he had all but asked you to leave. tortured you, yes, but he hasn't asked you to leave. he still wants you here, doesn't he? if he hated you, if he was jealous, if he really disapproved of you, a man such as he would just kick you out, wouldn't he?

johnny and ghost are gone today. you're alone, and you've decided to occupy your time by cleaning. you put away the clean dishes, fold the laundry that was stuck in the dryer, pick up around the kitchen. ghost keeps the place very clean--but they were pressed for time in the morning, so johnny left you with the softest kisses, and ghost with just a grunt.

you're arranging fresh flowers in the living room when you hear the front door shut. you bounce into the hallway, a big smile on your face ready to greet johnny, but you freeze when you see only one big shadow shrugging off his rain jacket.

ghost is by himself, and he rolls out his neck as he toes off his boots. he hangs up his jacket, still not looking at you.

"wot?" he snaps. "cat got your tongue, little rabbit?"

you swallow, shaking your head.

"sorry...i thought...thought it was johnny."

"yeah? and wot? just 'cause it's not johnny, gonna not greet me like y'should, yeah?" he bites. you stand still for another minute before coming towards him. you lean up on your toes and kiss his cheek, but when you pull away, he reaches down and grips your ass tight, forcing your pelvis against his and rumbling low. he snarls a little, and you tilt your head back as he presses the front of his mask against your lips, kissing you through it. "tha'sit. good girl."

a soft sound comes out of you, a moan, a whimper, you aren't sure, but he smacks your ass gently, nodding his head.

"go on," he mutters. "on the couch."

he eyes you as you walk away.

"'n why the fuck are y'wearin' all those clothes?"

your insides warm at that, and you turn your head to look at him over your shoulder.

"oh. sorry." you slide your sweats off and toss them aside. it's then that ghost realizes you're wearing his shirt. he runs a hand over his taut stomach, adjusting himself shamelessly in his jeans as he watches you bend over to get onto the couch. you wear no panties, and he hums under the mask, tilting his head to the side.

"johnny got held up on base," he murmurs, coming into the living room. you take a seat on the couch, looking up at him, squeezing your thighs together.

"so...we're all alone?" you ask. this is your chance. this is the opportunity you have been waiting for. with no johnny to distract him, all he has is you, and he can't ignore you. not this time.

"all alone, sweetheart."

you swallow hard. "why don't you like me?"

the question is blunt and clear. ghost clicks his tongue under the mask, focusing on you, and he shakes his head.

"tha' isn't wot it is."

"then what is it?"

he just stares, and you shake your head. you need answers. you need to know what you're doing wrong--you want to be good.

"not you, luvie. it's my boy, my poor johnny..." you watch as he grips himself through his jeans again, visibly hard as he squeezes his cock over his zipper. "fuckin' annoying when he isn't the center of attention. my attention. you understand, right?"

you watch him, licking your bottom lip.

"b-but...but--"

"turns into a bloody muppet. pouts like a baby." ghost comes closer, leaning over you, gripping your chin gently. "wot, huh? thought i didn't want y'around?" you whimper when he squeezes your face between his big hand, squishing your cheeks. "'n how could i not, yeah? look at ya..."

he growls under the mask.

"y'wet, sweetheart?" he asks, and you lean back, spreading your knees, and he grunts when he sees between your thighs. the skin is wet, soft and slick, and he hums lowly when he sees how you clench around nothing. "wanna taste, luv. give it t'me."

you reach down gently, sliding two fingers through your folds. you whine a little, scooping a nice handful of slick, and then you pick up your fingers for him. he pushes his mask up, and you shiver when you see the wicked grin on his scarred face. then he takes your fingers into his mouth.

he leans over you. his mouth his hot, and you shake a little when his tongue slips over your fingers, warm muscle swallowing as he tastes you.

"fuckin' hell," he murmurs when he lets your fingers go. "know why johnny spends all his time down there, yeah?"

you giggle, arching your back a little, pulling his shirt up.

"ghost...why dont...why dont you come here?" you reach for the waistband of his pants, tugging gently, and he falls over you on the couch. you meet his eyes as you start to unbutton his jeans. "i want you to spend time here, too, y'know."

"tha' right, sweetheart?"

you smile, "y-yeah." you unzip his pants, your jaw falling open when you pull him out. he's so big, nice and girthy and pretty, and the tip is so pink, dribbling precum and just aching for your tongue to taste him. you rub your thumb over the tip, and he hisses. "and...a-and i love johnny..." you look back up into his eyes. "b-but...i..."

he reaches around and fists your hair, growling against your lips.

"need a right beast to fuck this pretty pussy, yeah? need someone to--" you cry out as he yanks your head back, exposing your neck to him. "--fuckin' ruin ya."

you squeal, arching your back, and he chuckles, but it's mean. you wrap your arms around his neck, and he leans down, resting his forehead against yours.

"yah, luv, y'r mine, just as much as johnny--" you gasp when he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, "y'belong to me. gonna write my name across your fuckin' cunt, sweetheart, fuck that idea right into your pretty head--"

you cry when he fucks you. when he sits up on his knees, gripping you from under your thighs, fucking into you with a reckless rhythm that leaves your thighs shaking and warm tears coming down your face.

"look at you..." ghost hisses, and you cry more, keening as he stares down at where you're connected and the squelch of you dribbles down his thighs. "bloody hell..."

your back bows, your thighs clamping around ghost's hips as he fucks you into the mattress. you can barely think, the only sensation you can really absorb is the way his thighs smack against your ass and the feel of his big, gloved hands spreading you open.

"just needed me right here, yeah?" ghost grunts, slowing his pace as he nestles his pelvis right against yours. you whine; he's so deep, it hurts, but it hurts so good, you don't tell him to stop, you can't. he's so much bigger than johnny, in every way, and you feel suffocated, but if this is how you die, so be it. getting fucked brainless is not the worst way to go, not like this. you gasp when he smooths a big hand over your stomach, pressing the pad of his thumb to where you know the tip of his cock sits. "right there, luv, tha' place is for me, yeah? 's mine, my spot--"

ghost leans down, growling against your neck, a firm grind of his hips punching your cervix again. you claw at ghost's back, and it's painfully obvious how desperate you are--you nearly rip ghost's shirt in pieces.

"this place is for me," he murmurs, spreading his fingers. he grips your waist in both hands and gives you a hard thrust, leaning his head back as he feels you clench hard. you like it when he talks, he can tell--the sound of his voice has you that much wetter, and he clicks his tongue as he leans back, rubbing a gloved thumb over your pretty little clit. "wanna live here...want ya to be my little pet..." he smirks under the mask when you cry, so sensitive. "whenever i want, want you bent over, spread nice 'n wide f'me." he hums low, "whenever i want, yeah?"

he talks like you aren't there. like he isn't cock-deep inside of you, molding the soft places of your pussy to the shape of him. ghost, despite being a little breathless, has no tremble in his voice despite how hot he feels, and he knows, suddenly, why johnny fawns over you. there is nothing that compares to this--there is nothing quite like fucking this pretty princess, watching her tits bounce, her thighs shake, feeling how soft and lovely she is when he gets her right where she belongs--stupid and cumming.

"a princess ya are, yeah?" ghost chuckles. "a right spoiled one, innit?"

and maybe you are a little spoiled. you had no idea you would be getting two for one--johnny and his looming shadow.

you grip ghost's shirt from the front tight, balling it up in tight fists and pulling him close.

"please!" you squeal. "please, please, please--" you moan and sob against the front of his mask. "w-wanted you for so long--w-wanted--"

"ya did?" ghost tilts his head to the side, picking up the pace. he cradles your head between his arms, pressing his face to yours. "even though i was a bastard?"

you mewl, nodding, reaching down and gripping his lower back as he grinds mercilessly. the curls at the base of his cock are rubbing against your clit now, and you angle your hips to catch the feeling every time, and you know you're getting close. you're there.

"almost said your name--" you gasp. "w-when...when he..."

"poor thing--" he chuckles. "thought johnny was what you wanted?" he knows you like the way he's fucking you, and he slows down, wanting to see your face and every expression you make. "what you needed?"

you nod. "i need him," you whisper. "but it isn't enough."

"no, you're such a greedy bunny--" he grips your face tight, sitting up, and you cry when he fucks you. he's an animal, he's lost control, and you are helpless under him. all you can do is spread your knees wider and moan. "johnny can't tame you, but i can, yeah?"

you meet his eyes, big and soft and wet, and he hisses. the look in your eyes, he cums instantly, falling over you and barely having enough time to put his hand out and catch himself. you gasp at the feeling, reaching down, and with a few soft circles of your fingers, ghost lets out a strangled sound as he feels you tighten and cum. the front of his thighs are soaked, and he nudges your chin up with his nose as he breathes in the scent of you from your neck.

"don't say of word of this to 'im, yeah? got ourselves a jealous little bastard," he murmurs against your ear. you nod, and when he kisses you, you can't help the way you relax. cupping his scarred face, licking into his mouth--ghost is your keeper, and he's johnny's keeper, and you know suddenly why johnny does whatever he says, whenever he wants.

ghost is in charge. he just is, and even though you're just a little, innocent civilian, ghost has given you orders, and you will follow them. there is a soft, aching place inside of you that wants to please him so badly--wants to impress him, show him how good you can be. and you imagine, wonder, if johnny has that same feeling in him, that same little press on the inside of his ribs that screams, be a good boy, a good girl, do just as he says, he'll give such a nice reward.

and when johnny comes home, there you are, all soft smiles and tender touches and little giggles that make his belly hurt so nice. and when he tells you he's hungry, you spread your legs, using two fingers to show him your pretty, wet cunt. and he dives in, like he always does, because one of his favorite places is feeling the rub of your thighs against his stubble and your fingers tugging his hair.

his tongue spreads your folds, and he hums with delight when you fall onto your back, pliant and soft and warm. and then he tastes you, and he swallows, and his eyes flicker when there is something else there, something that he knows.

johnny's eyes dart up, looking over you, and he can see ghost lingering in the doorway, watching, and then johnny understands what it is he tastes--and why he likes it so fucking much, and why it tastes like something he knows.

he meets ghost's eyes, and they look at each other, and johnny knows what it is that he's done, what it is he's eating out of you. but ghost knows johnny is a good boy, and he won't pull away, he won't make a scene. no. johnny pulls back a little, wiping his face.

he smiles. and then he leans in for more.

[ethereal-night-fairy]

Slasher!141

AGELESS BLOGS AND MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Price: The captain is a well respected man yet when people go against his orders or blatantly disrespect him, there is this blinding rage that threatens to overtake him. His victims consist of rebellious idiots who think they're above the law. For example theives, drug dealers, tax evaders, people who don't pay their workers right, rapists ect. It irks him that they think the law wouldn't come for them. But in actuality it's because he hates the thought of someone thinking they're above him in any regard. Hell this man threatened a general and a colonel while being a captain. He. does. not. give. a. shit. This man just wants control and that's it. He thinks he's helping the masses and he might be but he's doing it for his own selfish reasons. And it was such a shame you had decided to break into his country home. Out of all of the houses you could have chosen you choose his. He's convinced fate had led you to him. (That's the story he's telling the boys) And who is he to deny fate (only when it suits him). He'll just have to teach you a lesson or two in discipline though. You can't be biting him like that. In his mind there was no point killing such a pretty face. He could reform you into the perfect partner. Don't worry pet, you're lucky he found you when he did. He'll fix you and then you'll live happily ever after with him. (Turns out you were a spy but you kept that to yourself) (He already knew though)

Gaz: Not many people know this but Gaz wasn't always this drop dead gorgeous. The poor boy was relentlessly bullied growing up for being a little chubby and maybe not the best looking person. It's not a surprise that he held on to that resentmen even now when people were practically throwing themselves at him. His victims consist of bullies, tormentors and trolls. People who like to bring other people down. Again this is done for selfish reasons as much as Gaz claims he's doing everyone else a favour. It's an outlet to quell his resentment. Gaz found his partner while paying an online shooting game. It was a high stake tournament where you could win some money. To Gaz it wasn't much since he already made good money at his job but maybe to you it was very important. You were relentlessly trying to get under his skin. You kept trolling him in an effort to distract him, not that it worked. The final straw was when you goaded him into trying to find you. "You can't do shit you ugly fuck, come find me if your all that. Oh! but you can't! Because you a fucking moron and a virgin that can't get laid!" Gaz chuckled at the childish insults. Seems like you needed an attitude adjustment. Finding you was easy, convincing you to go on a date was even easier. It seemed you didn't recognize him. All the better for Gaz then. A chase around an abandoned building should set you straight. It would be shame to kill someone so adorable. So he was just going to scare some manners into you.

Ghost: Simon has had a rough life. Growing up in the household he did wasn't easy. No surprise that it led to some psychological side effects. He has so much built up rage and anger sometimes he didn't know what to do with it. It manifests in uglier ways if he doesn't deal with it. His scars being a testament to that. His victims consist of violent alcoholics and violent drug addicts or any violent person in general. Other times it's just loud mouthy douchebags at pubs that harass young woman. He isn't doing this for some nobel reason. He just need to get the rage out before he hurts himself. And the scum of society are usually targets people wouldn't miss. Doing it this way made his life easier. Ghost met his partner in an alleyway as he was finishing up his kill for the night. You had drunkenly stumbled onto the wrong street when you had spoted him. You looked absolutely terrified and ready to run but Simon couldn't let that happen. He wasn't going to jeopardize everything he built because a bird caught him doing something unsavory. You made his job easier by fainting when he came near you. Hauling you in his truck was even easier. He wasn't expecting to find his life partner while out on one of his kills. But it seemed like god was looking out for him. It took a while to make you behave but he got you there in the end. And now you welcome him home with loving arms creating the family he should have had all along.

Soap: Growing up Soap was considered the class clown. And just because he was a little peculiar. Yes he was extroverted and loud but that didn't mean he was stupid. Though that stigma never really left him. Not in school, not even in the military. Despite excelling physically and academically in both institutions he was always treated as if he was stupid. Which infuriated him considering he became a demolition's expert. He knew what he was doing but people stilled viewed him like something less than and it made his blood boil. Soaps victims consist of snobs and pretentious idiots, especially ones that pretend to know what they're doing. He goes after people who specifically try to use big words to make others feel dumb. Or people who ridicule and judge others for not knowing niche topics. A good place to find these kinds of people are in prestigious universities where mommy and daddy's money bought their entitled children a space to study. That's how Soap found his partner. It was at a university where people complained about your snobby attitude. It was a running joke that majority of people in uni knew. Turns out you were just introverted and too shy to talk normally so you'd just go on tangents about your niche topics to dispel the awkwardness. People took that as you trying to make them feel dumb. Don't worry though Dove. You'll never have to deal with people like that again. You can just live in the forest with him and he'll listen to all your little tangents while fucking you senseless. You don't need people in your life that don't appreciate your intelligence especially since you have him now.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

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[ghouljams]

Another Ghoul Rewrites The Shining this time with one Mr. John Mactavish. The Overlook Hotel might be getting to him...

(cw: dacryphilia, biting, breeding, light misogyny, threats, non-con -> con, dark!Soap, f!reader, horror au, ghosts, manipulation, madness/insanity, Dead Dove Do Not Eat)

I'm not responsible for you not reading the content warnings, this is a horror au, don't complain to me about it.

"Ahm nae gonna hurt you baby," Johnny tells you, the playful mirth of his tone feeling more mocking than comforting as you sob. He backs you up the stairs, his hands grabbing at the bat you wave. It feels playful, his grin crooked as you shake and scream at him.

"Stay away from me!" You sob, your voice feeling shrill. You have to stop him. You have to get out of here. You have to get your son and get out of here.

"Ahm nae gonna hurt ya," he repeats it, as if that will convince you. His hands grab the bat when you swing it at him. Your shoulders heave and you silently beg for him to let you go, pulling at the bat with every weakness you have against your husband's strength.

Johnny shoves the bat back against you, the end of it punching into your solar plexus and knocking the wind out of you. You tumble back against the stairs, releasing the bat to scramble up them as you try to catch your breath. You're sure your tears do nothing but egg your husband on as he grips your discarded bat in both hands and breaks it over his knee.

"Dinnae let me finish hen," he coos, taking another step towards you, "Ahm nae gonna hurt ya, ahm just gonna hauld ya down and remind ya who tha' cunt belongs tae."

The way he says it leaves no room for debate, it makes your blood run cold. You scream and clamor up the stairs. Johnny's hand wraps around your ankle and pulls you back down. You sob and claw at the carpeted steps, trying to gain purchase when you can barely see through the tears.

You kick back at Johnny, trying to catch any solid part of him before he yanks you down the steps a second time. Your chin catches one of the carpeted stairs and you see stars as your teeth clatter together. He takes the opportunity to push your corduroy overdress up and yank your fleece pants down. You try to blink the ringing out of your ears as Johnny rubs his cock between your folds.

Hyperventilation seizes you quick as he presses the blunt head against your tight hole. He's thick enough to hurt even with stretching, but now? Now you scream, shriek with something between anger and fear, and twist to push at him. It's just enough to get him out of you, to let you suck in a breath. Johnny catches your hands and tugs them behind your back with a grimace. He pulls your arms hard enough to inspire a fresh wave of tears as your shoulders scream in pain.

"Come oan hen," Johnny rasps, pulling you back to rut his cock between your thighs, "it's just like when we play pretend." You shake your head, yank at his grip and try to get your feet under you on the steep steps. "Ya cry an beg, but in the end ya always give in."

"Please John," You beg, "please, don't hurt me."

"Aye just like that, cryin' so pretty fer me."

"Oh god-" you hiccup trying to stop the violent sobbing that breaks your words apart, "-you're gonna kill me-" your tears blind you, your nose runs like a loose faucet, "-you're gonna chop me up, you planned it, I saw!" The rest of your words jumble together, beat black and blue by the heaving of your ribs as your world comes crashing down.

Johnny's grip on you loosens a fraction. Some measure of lingering hesitance swallowed down as he presses against your back. He molds himself to your spine, making the steps dig into your stomach. His nose pushes into the hair behind your ear, and he draws a shaky breath. It feels like your husband, like all the other times he's chased you through the house, and you sag under the weight of how much he's changed.

"I don't want tae kill ya hen," Johnny murmurs, "but they fill mah heid with all this-" he tenses, his body rigid and poised to attack, it makes you cower to feel such a predator pin you down, "-Ah gotta get it out of me, or ah really will hurt ya."

You press your forehead to the step and try to stiffen against your body's shaking.

Just like a scene, you try to convince yourself. It's just like the scenes you've played out with Johnny a dozen times. You're sure if you can find that soft fuzzy head space it'll protect you from whatever comes next. This has to be a scene.

Except you've never felt truly afraid during those. You've never felt your ribs lock when your husband's cock rubs over your exposed cunt, never felt the blistering heat of shame creep over you so aggressively. He's always moved a hand to guide himself to your entrance but now he uses both to keep you pinned, rutting against you like an animal until you're suddenly filled.

You're sure the shriek you let out could wake the dead.

Johnny's big, he knows he's big, and he's always been careful with you. Even when playing he'll find a way to stretch you out before trying to shove his cock into you. There's no preamble, no build up, just the searing heat of being stretched past your limit on your husbands fat cock. The warmth that surges through you leaves you trembling in Johnny's grasp, your teeth grit and your breath heavy as you try to manage the pain.

The only soothing you get is the grind of Johnny's hips against your ass, his lips against your shoulder as your brain plays catch up with your body. Heat burns at your entrance, stretched uncomfortably tight and dry around your husband's cock. There's no slick to ease the grind of his cock against the deep pit in you. Still, your eyes flutter, some awful spark of recognition seizing your nerves. Your body knows this part, knows the sting of pain, the dull throb of biting pleasure that digs its claws into your stomach and pulls it tight.

"There ya go, just like playin' pretend." Johnny murmurs against your ear, "Chokin' my cock squeezin' me like that."

Your face pinches in pain as he pulls out. The blunt head of his cock nudges against the soft spot by your entrance and you make a noise without meaning to. You can feel the teeth of Johnny's smile against your neck, before he's hammering his cock against the spot.

You scream again, sobbing for a different reason as you feel your cunt spasm, pleasure and tight pain lacing through you. Your skin heats, your clit tingling as he hits that tight bundle of nerves over and over again. It's a strange feeling, feeling each plunge of his cock, each knock against your walls, grow a little wetter. That must be his intention, working you into a dripping mess so that he can use you however he likes. But God. Why does it have to feel so good?

You choke on your gasps, your sobs garbled and incoherently groaned against the steps. Your stomach draws tighter and tighter, and your eyes flutter as you try to focus on the violation and not the orgasm your husband is forcing you towards. If you can just keep your mind on the way he'd chased you down, the way he'd ripped your pants down and pushed inside, maybe you can stop the rising tide of orgasm.

It doesn't work. Your brain is too addled with the other times he's done the same thing. How many times has your husband held you down and taken his pleasure from you? How many times have you begged him to? You've ruined yourself for him, and let him ruin you in turn. Even if you could hold onto the disgust and fear, your body betrays you.

You thought he'd laugh when he finally pushed you over the edge, your cunt fluttering around the shallow thrusts as you soak his hastily unbuttoned pants with your squirt, but he doesn't. It's just his hot breath against your throat, his canines scraping the skin as you whimper around your orgasm. There's a simmering of desire under his lips that seems to worm its way through your veins. Poison deposited in your carotid that addles your brain and makes your hips jump in his hold.

What you should have anticipated is how quickly he shoves the whole heavy length of his cock back into you. The path slick with your orgasm and your walls still spasming, he pushes himself as deep as he can. The sudden fullness makes you gasp. It doesn't hurt quite the same this time. You're too sensitive, your nerve endings lit up to feel every inch of his cock as it drags against your soft walls. It melts your brain, that slick burn sets you alight and you find your hips wiggling back against him.

"So bonnie when ya cry f'r me," Johnny hums, catching the tears that drip from your jaw with his tongue, "Told 'em Ahd have ya beggin', teach ya yer place. Fuck-" he pulls back, thrusts into you in a sharp staccato that punches breathless moans from you, "-anno ya love it, tryin' tae milk me like a fuckin' vice. Stupid fuckin' whore, runnin' fr'm yer 'usband."

"Fuck," you whine, between gasping breaths, "Johnny, baby, fu-uck."

"Aye, there she is," Johnny laughs, "see bonnie? Nae gonna hurt ya." He wraps a hand around your throat, cushioning it against the steps as he pushes his weight into his thrusts. You let out a garbled moan, it sounds so animalistic you're almost surprised it came from you. God the way he punches his cock into you aches, it's nauseating, it's so fucking good, it's too much for you to handle, it's going to drive you insane. That heavy throbbing pleasure that twists darkly in your stomach makes you tighten up again, makes you painfully aware of the way he's kept your arm twisted. Like he's still afraid you'll make a break for it, as if you had the strength to get free.

"Tell 'em 'oo ya belong tae, mah bonnie." Johnny grunts. You're dizzy with pain-pleasure, your eyes are swimming with tears, but you're almost convinced you can see them. The party of onlookers, dressed in outdated clothes, their smiles rueful, twisted with cruelty as they sip champagne and watch your husband take you apart. They blur, and fall apart with the drop of your tears.

"John-ny," You moan, "Johnny, Johnny, please."

His tongue follows the track of your tears, his lips pressing soft against the corner of your eye. "Aye, tha's right." He's so patronizing, cooing to you like you're a stupid animal, "An' Ah'll keep remindin' ya, remindin' all of ya, until Ahm sure it took."

That sticks in your melted mind, something in the way he says it has barbs, a promise of something more than just this violent coupling.

"Wha-" Your eyes roll as he squeezes your throat, just enough to make you light headed.

"Shhh," He presses his lips to your temple, "be good for me, bonnie, dinnae wanna make y'r 'usband mad now." You push back into his hard thrusts, you're good, you're so good. You can feel the heavy breaths he takes, the only indication he's given that he might be close to his own edge. "Gonna be so pretty when yer fat with ma bairn." He murmurs, and you clench tight around him. His resulting groan is deadly, delicious, barely a precursor for the way his teeth sink into your neck.

He fucks you breathless, his cock fucked into you so fast you can't do anything but scream for him. You feel warmth bloom on your neck and know he's drawn blood, but you can't find it in yourself to care when he's so rapidly pushed you to the edge again.

You sob, claw at the steps with your free hand, squirm away from his heavy thrusts, whatever you can to stop the explosion of burning heat that he pumps into you. Your cunt aches, your clit throbbing with needy tingles. You can't even string the necessary words together, but Johnny understands you anyway, dropping your arm to work his own under you and pinch your clit.

Stars burst behind your eyes, and you shake apart in his hold. He rolls your clit between his fingers, letting your cunt milk him as his thrusts slow into uneven grinding and finally still. His hips press tight against your ass and he releases his hold on your neck with a shaking breath.

Johnny pulls away from your back and you collapse boneless against the steps. His hands run over you, ease your arm carefully back to your side, gentling motions so different but so familiar. You can feel the drip of his come when he pulls his softening cock from you, hear the click of his belt as he fixes himself, apparently in no hurry to give you your dignity back.

Instead he rolls you onto your back and grabs your arm to haul you up and over his shoulder.

Like a caveman taking his prize home after a hunt, you think, your eyes drifting closed.

[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

need to be in the middle of a ghost and soap sandwich 🤤

I actually couldn’t help myself 🥲 i had to write a lil somethin for this, like omg

Dark!ghost x reader x Dark!Soap

CW: kidnapping

The first emotion that hits you when see their watchful eyes leering out of the shadows comes as a surprise. You don’t feel the fear first, or the heart grinding intimidation that follows, your first feeling is of relief.

You come from a long line of terrible men that work in the dark. Ever a servant of them, the runt and the youngest of the family, you know what happens when they’re made to be targets. You don’t see the enemy coming, instead you stand having a conversation, going about your day like always - until the moment comes when your skull shatters into tiny pieces and your blood sprays out like a high pressure sprinkler jet.

No one ever sees their assassins coming.

Therefore you decide that you’re safe in the knowledge that the men that are slowly and purposefully striding towards the patio aren’t here to kill you. Though your ease recedes the moment you wonder what they could want from someone like you.

Your throat clenched. You forgot that you could scream.

You have no connections to any of your family’s dealings and you’re not particularly well liked either. If they were to hold you for ransom you’d only end up dead…or maybe they didn’t know that yet, you thought chillingly.

The men’s massive frames were close to looming over you now. You could feel the weight of their shadows crushing you as they rose over your feet and slowly swallowed the light over your body. One wore a skull mask and the other had his face bear, his expression set in a hauntingly icy scowl. It’s enough to wring a chill out of you, working it’s way up and down your spine like a jolt of electricity. Your whole body was wired when they come to a stop in front of you.

“Wh- what do you want?” You whispered, staring between the two sets of narrowed eyes.

Neither of them said anything to begin with. They shared a brief look toward each other before locking their eyes on you again. The one with his face uncovered smiled, it didn’t reach his frosty blue eyes.

“Why’re you askin’?” He chuckled. “Will you give us what we want if we tell you?”

His words form an icicle in your chest. It rips through your insides and stabs at your lungs. The way he said that, the way he leered at you as he said it… maybe they were going to kill you. Though not until they had their fun.

Your lip wobbled and the slow tremors that had been wracking your body had descended into full blown shakes. It was if a hurricane had broken out between you all, as if their shadows had swallowed up all the warmth left in the world.

“Poor thing,” the masked man cooed, clicking his tongue patronisingly. “You’re shaking hard, sweetheart.”

“That’s right…shaking like a little scared kitten,” the other chimes.

They both have accents. They’re not from around your parts.

You widen your eyes, taking a step back as they start to move in closer. Their strides far outmatch yours. The dance between you all is short and your faltering steps take you straight back into the wall. Your chest is struggling to keep up with your tiny breaths.

“Please.”

“Please what?” The masked man asks, leaning his forearm on the wall above you.

You shudder underneath him.

“Don’t…Don’t hurt me.”

The unmasked man comes to your side and drags you toward his chest, you were powerless to stop him. It was like your body had cemented itself into place like a statue, unable to move yourself and only able to be manipulated. The man’s body was hard, it wasn’t just the extensive body armour he wore, his arms were solid across your centre.

“We’re only here right now because we don’t want to hurt you, isn’t that right Ghost?”

‘Ghost’ pushes himself off the wall and turns to face you again. Now that his friend has you pinned up against him, you’re powerless to stop him gripping your chin. The rough material of his ripped up gloves catches on your soft skin.

“Mm, that’s right. Terrible shame to ruin somethin’ so pretty. Look at you.”

He tilts your chin up at the last second, forcing you to look directly into the depthless oceans that are boring holes into you. You feel the man behind you start to raise his arm, ever so slowly he snakes his hand up your front and comes to a stop at your collarbone. I’m only a few seconds he’s gripping your neck, breath hot at your ear.

“Of course we can always follow through with our original orders…we can still kill you,” he says, a smile playing in the undertones of his whisper. “Or…you could come with us. Let us take you somewhere nice and safe, be our little plaything if you fancy.”

Ghost holds your gaze the entire time that his friend speaks, there’s a glint in his eyes that’s unmistakable. You can tell he’s grinning like a poltergeist as he continues to loom over you, trailing his fingers down your face and arms and hair and anywhere he cares to really.

You can’t give them an answer. Your lips are closed tight, you feel like you’re underwater. If you were to open your mouth you felt like you might drown.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Ghost croons. “We’ll take care of you. You can trust us.”

It’s too much. They’re both pressed up against you too hard, their breaths are so hot and jagged with menace, and their looming statures make you feel like a mouse. You feel yourself sob and try to breathe despite yourself.

“Don’t cry, pretty thing. Just say yes and we can go somewhere nice and cosy. We can leave all this unpleasantness behind, yeah? Doesn’t that sound good?”

Your mouth falls open, a silent scream billowing forth. It sounds like a last dying breath. Soaps hand clamps over your lips like a gag, his heavy tuts are echoing in your ears soon after.

“Now that won’t do,” Ghost chides. “That won’t do at all.”

He draws a knife from one of his many pockets, a long one. It gleams in the moonlight and reflects into your eyes, forcing you to squint even as you shy from it. As if you had anywhere to go. You were stuck to his friend like a rat in a glue trap.

Ghost took his knife and brandished it in front of you, allowing you to get a feel for it’s size, it was about the length of your forearm. It could have killed you in seconds. All of a sudden your pulse quickened and you felt your vision go hazy.

He let the knife drop to his side and took your chin in his other hand again. His pupils were wide as he looked down at you. The wolf had caught his prey, he didn’t need to play with you any longer now. This was the moment. Would he kill you or spare you?

“We’ll only ask once more, sweetheart. Do you wanna come with us or would you like us to follow our orders?” He asked, voice raspy with anticipation.

“I’ll take my hand away now,” Soap said. “If you try to scream we’ll assume you choose the latter option.”

All at once your mouth is free again, and before you can even think to process what’s been said you find words are spilling out of your lips unbidden.

“I’ll c-come with you. Just don’t hurt me please, I’ll come. Just- j- please…” you whine, your breaths finally cutting off your last sentence.

Both men unclench their muscles, Ghosts shoulders roll down and his eyes upturn with joy. The knife in his left hand disappears into his jacket once more and he takes a step back, allowing you a little breathing room even if you were still pressed up against the Scotsman.

“Don’t you worry, we won’t hurt you,” the other man soothes. “No one’s gonna hurt you ever again, darlin’. Right, Ghost?”

“Right. It’s just like Soap says, we’ll take you somewhere nice. You can stop shaking now. Just listen to us and do as we say and you won’t worry about anything ever again.”

As reassuring as he’s pretending to be you can see right through the facade. Though you’re powerless to do anything against them. And so you gently nod and glue your eyes to the ground, putting one foot in front of the other as the now named Soap motions for you to get walking.

Each step feels like a nail, every little scrape of your feet on the tiles is like a hammer against coffin wood. You can’t help the tears from flowing.

“It’s ok, sweetheart. You’re ok,” Ghost whispers, reaching over and wiping at your tears. “You’re ours now.”

[whinesandwhimpers]

cw: noncon body mod, implied rape/noncon, sexual assault/harassment, unhappy reader, dark fic!!

Kidnapper!Soap x reader

Brief Kidnapper!Ghost x reader

desc; after you act out, soap punishes you, not in a way you expect or want

word count; 1890

You were tired of being their prisoner, their toy. You'd lost count on your fingers how many times they'd used your body for their own pleasure, how many days you had been here with them.

Simon was away on assignment leaving you alone with Johnny for the last few days. While Simon gave you space most of the time, unless of course when he wanted to fuck you, Johnny didn't. He always wanted you close by. Always had to be touching you in some way. Usually Simon would tell him off, making him give you space, and you weren't sure whether it was for you or for some other reason—Maybe the same reason that Simon had ordered Johnny not to fuck you while he was gone.

Since Simon wasn't around, there was no one to stop Johnny now from constantly invading your personal space.

Sure, he couldn't fuck you, but now he would constantly pull you onto his lap to grind his boner against your ass and grope your tits. His hand would slip under your shorts and panties and his fingers would stroke your folds and rub your clit in small circles. He was constantly teasing you. When you'd unwillingly get wet from his torment, he'd lick the juices from his fingers while he made you watch. He even made you lay your head down on his lap and he'd occasionally thrust against your face.

The next time he tries to pull you in, you struggle. You pull away and you slap him in the face. Immediately regretting your decision when you see how angry he looks, you cower away from him.

"Fuckin' brat, ah didnae think ye were that stupid." He spits as he grips your hair roughly making you hiss in pain and claw at his arm.

"Let go of me!" You scream.

He tsks, pulling your head up to look at him. His face is inches from yours and you can feel the air he angrily exhales lightly hitting your face. You try to move your head back and he grips your hair harder making you cry out and look at him. His eyes burn with anger at your defiance as he growls out, "That's it. I've had it with your attitude today."

Your eyes widen in fear and your breath hitches, knowing you're about to be punished. Knowing there's nothing you can do to stop him. This is what they did when you weren't their perfect little prisoner. Your words, not theirs. They always referred to you as their good girl, unless you pushed them.

Johnny lets go of your hair and grabs your upper arm, gripping hard enough to leave bruises, and pulls you up to your feet. Johnny doesn't say anything or even look at you as he pulls you to the bedroom. He pushes you through the doorway first and you stumble in. He closes the door behind him and the bolt Simon installed slides into place, trapping you in here with Johnny. Theres a keypad for a code to get out. Of course you don't know it. Why would you? You haven't been good enough to earn that yet.

You watch Johnny walk over to the desk and rummage through a drawer for a moment before he's pulling out a black bag. Johnny's mouth twists up into an evil smirk as he looks at you. You swallow, nervously. You didn't want to know what was in that bag but you were about to find out.

"Been wantin' to do this to ye for a while, bonnie. Every time I see those pretty tits of yours," He glances down at your clothed chest and licks his bottom lip. Your arms cross over your chest on instinct and he lets out a dark chuckle. He takes a step toward you and you take a step back. "Ye wanna ken what i'm gonna do to ye?"

You shake your head. You don't want to know because you don't want him to do anything to you at all. His smirk only grows wider at your hesitance. He fishes a hand into the bag and pulls out a little packet and holds it up to show you. You squint, trying to make out the words on the packet. Body Piercing Needles... no, no, no. Terrified, now knowing what he's going to do to you, you step back further until your back hits the wall. He just watches you in amusement, placing the packet back into the bag that most definitely includes the other supplies he's planning to use on you. You wish the wall would swallow you so you didn't have to experience what was about to happen next.

"Where do ye think you're goin'?" He tilts his head like a curious puppy dog but keeps that mischievous look on his face making you shiver. He was more like a wolf than a puppy dog and you were his prey.

"Don't." You whisper, ignoring his question, your bottom lip quivering.

"Don't what?"

"Don't use those on me."

"You didn't say please... I'll tell you what, hen. Apologise for your bad behaviour and... beg me not to use them and I won't."

"I-"

"Ah, ah. Not there," He sits on the bed and points to the floor in front of him. "Right here. On your knees, bonnie."

You really don't want to but since it's your only option you oblige. You hesitantly make your way over in front of him and go down onto your knees. You know exactly how this looks to him.

"Eyes on me." He nudges your leg with his foot and you immediately look up, your mind on what's in that black bag. He's fucking grinning. He leans back on his palms and watches you expectantly, waiting.

It takes you a moment, you have to work up the nerve. You swallow and weakly speak, "I'm sorry."

"That the best ye can do?"

"I'm sorry, Johnny, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. I'll be good. I'm sorry," You rush the end, feeling a little frantic. You pause and exhale a breath before continuing while Johnny watches on in amusement. "Please.. Please don't use those.. needles.. on me. I'll be good. I swear."

You don't think you've ever felt more mortified and pathetic. The amusement is gone from Johnny's face as he silently stares at you. You wait for him to say something, anything. After what feels like hours but is definitely only a minute or two, he gently grips your chin and tilts your head up. You maintain eye contact as he leans in closer to you. You think he might kiss you and you resist moving your head away or scrunching your face in disgust, not wanting to make him mad especially after you just begged him. He stops, close enough that the tiniest movement forward would connect your lips to his. Then he gives you a wicked grin.

"Ye gave it a good go." He says and your face falls and your stomach drops.

Before you can protest, Johnny roughly pulls you up and throws you on your back on the bed. He ignores your screams and holds your legs down as you try to kick at him and climbs on top of you, sitting on your hips to hold you still. You try pushing him off, you smack and claw his thighs, you squirm trying to wriggle your way out. He merely laughs at your pathetic attempts and grabs your wrists, holding your hands above your head, before he pulls out a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket. You don't get the chance to consider when he grabbed those or if he just keeps them on him all the time before he's cuffing your hands tightly together. You let out a noise of discomfort.

"This is gonna be fun." He muses then grabs your shirt and rips it right down the middle, exposing your breasts to him. He licks his lips as he ogles them.

he reaches down and painfully tugs and twists your left nipple in between his fingers until its firm. You move your cuffed hands to hit him again to try to stop him. He sees it coming and grabs your wrists.

"Don't or I'll break them," He squeezes your wrists and you gasp at his threat. He presses your arms back against the bed above your head. "Stay."

You obediently listen and keep your arms still, not wanting him to follow through on his threat, figuring that broken wrists were a worse alternative.

He returns his attention to your nipple and grabs one of the needles out of the packet.

"Pre-sterilised. Well aren't you lucky?" He mocks and you shake your head, silently pleading with him to not do it.

He gets a good grip on you, holding your tit firmly in position.

"Stop. Please, Johnny." You try one last pathetic beg.

He smiles at you before he plunges the needle horizontally through your nipple and you scream out in pain. He looks in awe at the sight of the needle sticking through before he's reaching into the bag and grabbing out one of the silver nipple bars and replacing the needle with it. He squeezes your tit as he lets out a low whistle.

"One down, one to go, Bonnie."

He does the same thing with your other nipple, doubling the pain. Tears run down your face. Johnny licks at your fresh new piercings and you screech, pushing him away, your nipples feeling like they're on fire. He lets you this time and cleans up the tools before putting everything back in the bag and in the desk drawer.

He leaves you there, suffering on the bed, as he unlocks the door and walks off into the lounge room. You cry yourself to sleep.

You wake up a few hours later, nipples aching, hearing Johnny and, a now returned, Simon talking in the other room.

"Got a little surprise for ya, L.T." You know Johnny's talking about you and you wish you could fall back asleep so you didn't have to be consciously present for this.

Johnny walks in first with Simon following behind. Johnny sits on the bed and yanks you up against his side, making your tits look like they're on proud display, and your cuffed hands drop into your lap. Your ripped shirt hangs off your shoulders.

"What d'ya think, Sir?" Johnny grins, squeezing one of your tits and making you grimace. Simon takes in the new modifications and his eyes glaze over, full of animalistic hunger.

"Good fuckin' boy, Mactavish," He addresses Johnny while his eyes stay glued on your nipples. "Baby, your tits were beautiful before but now..." He stalks toward you and cups your tits in his big hands and kneads the flesh. Leaning down, his tongue laps at your freshly pierced nipples a few times before he takes each one in his mouth to suck on, latching on to the metal bars to tug each nipple. You let out a bunch of pained noises as he does, your eyes watering. When he finishes, he looks up at you and grins something sinister, "Now they're fucking perfect."

"Aye, L.T," Johnny cups your clothed pussy with his free hand and chuckles, "Wonder what we should pierce next..."

[ervotica]

made a sideblog dedicated entirely to dark fics (they are not well liked on this blog lol.) its @cheriebrat! taking me right back to my early mcu fanfic days. please consider giving it a follow if you'd like to see more dark loki, steve rogers, bucky barnes, simon riley, johnny mactavish + more!!

[diejager]

Now it's back on my blog :D

You may have stalled me, but you cannot stop me!!!!

Cw: DUB-CON-NON-CON, DARKFIC, somnophilia, grinding, desperate soap, tell me if I missed any.

I’m thinking of dark!childhood brest friend Johnny. Thank you @charliemwrites for giving me these filthy thoughts.

He’s always been a bit touchy since you were kids, holding your hand, hugging you, kissing your cheek or even pressing himself against you whenever he could. It had always been innocent as kids, some kind of puppy-love that you were willing to give back, looking for him whenever you were out, eyes cued to look for the familiar blues that you came to love so much. You were neighbours, living right across from him in a quaint house, unbothered by many siblings that his mother kept popping out.

Your mother was sweet, letting him come by whenever he wanted to escape the hectic mess of his house, and you were the sweetest thing he’d ever known. You were so willing to act as his distraction, pulling him away from the chaos and into your safe haven : your room. It quickly became his room as much as it was yours, he spent so many nights sleeping in your room, sharing your bed with him, his arms wrapped around your hip and face nuzzled in your hair.

Once puberty rolled in, his voice deepening and facial hair growing, he started packing more weight and strength, his ego swelling with all the dopey eyes he received from girls his age and older, but they never strayed from you. He only had eyes for you, his best friend. They roved over your aging body, your breast swelling and hips becoming a dangerous temptation to him. He knew you looked at him as nothing but your best friend, the guy you grew up playing with and sharing happy moments, but he couldn’t stop the growing tent in his briefs when he jumped in bed with you at night.

He didn’t feel guilty about getting hard at the sight of you in shorts and an oversized t-shirt, it was natural, a reaction towards the opposite sex being so clearly comfortable with him. He became much more intimate with the placements of his hands, they would slip under your shirt, over the softness of your stomach and under your growing boobs. Despite your protest and sleepy grumble, he’d steal a touch of your pebbled nipples, round and hard before dipping down your waist and placing them a bit too high on your thighs to be considered platonic.

You complained but rarely retaliated because he reasoned with you that a lot of best friends were this touchy, grinding your ass when you were sleeping on your stomach, groping your softness while he panted and groaned, his cock leaking a wet patch on his pants. This was normal, he had rights to you that none other had because Johnny was your childhood best friend.

“One more, Bonnie,” he gasped, gazing at your lips, open and glistening with drool while you slept, unaware that he was rutting against your thigh, “A need one more, please.”

[konigsblog]

P!LINK COD MWII MASTERLIST (🌽)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. STRICTLY 18+. ALL MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED.

BEWARE: DARKER THEMES BELOW.

PHOTO CREDIT: GLUTT_R ON 🐦/X

KÖNIG

somnophilia with pervert!könig

taking kidnapper!könig for the first time

size difference with petite!reader and könig

“just the tip, könig.” with loser!könig

loser!könig who loses control (breeding kink)

being groped by kidnapper!könig (hole inspection)

forced breeding with pervert!könig

hope inspection with older boyfriend!könig

virginity loss with könig (virgin!reader)

letting virgin!könig use your body (virginity loss)

raped and recorded by könig

entertainment for kidnapper!könig (non-con)

raped in public by rapist!könig

incel!könig making porn for his online girlfriend

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY

punishments with brat!reader and simon riley (brat taming)

relaxing simon riley with your pussy

‘obedience’ with simon riley

stepbrother!simon riley and his best friends

humping your stepfather's bulge

car sex with stepbro!simon riley

rough dom!simon riley and his fuck doll

being manhandled by your stepbrother

raped by kidnapper!simon

being filled by simon riley (breeding kink)

hole inspection with simon riley

cock worship with older boyfriend!simon

rough dom!simon x brat!reader (brat taming)

punishments with stepfather!simon

having your attitude fixed by your lieutenant

semi-clothed sex with pervert!simon

raped for intel by lieutenant!simon

JOHN ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH

pervert!soap x milf!reader (morning sex)

“just the tip, i promise.” with stepbro!soap

your needy stepbro attempting to distract you

rough dom!stepbro!soap punishing you

playful!stepbro!soap and his virgin stepsister virginity loss

stepbro!soap eating you out

cuddling fucking with stepbro!soap

drunken sex with loser!soap

“fuck, don’t stop, bonnie...” handjobs with soap

being fingered by stepbro!soap

mutual masturbation with soap

stepson!soap with stepmom!reader

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK

shower sex with pervert!gaz

the type of videos gym bro!gaz sends you

riding gaz in your new lingerie

the result of getting high with stepbro!gaz

having your insides rearranged by gaz

riding gaz for the first time

“don’t pull out!” with pervert!gaz

sucking off gaz for the first time (inexperienced!reader)

letting virgin!gaz play with your cunt while you're high

treating soft!gaz to a handjob after his deployment

virgin!reader fucking themselves back on gaz

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

being eaten out by john price (1)

being eaten out by john price (2)

morning sex with older boyfriend!price

spit play with older boyfriend!price

morning sex with sugar daddy!price

being eaten out by sugar daddy!price

manhandled by price

making out with price

stepdad!price and his slutty, daft stepdaughter

[bi-writes]

thinking about crushing on johnny and not realizing you needed permission to approach him. (18+, dark content)

you haven't seen him here before. he's new, and he's fucking beautiful, and you wish he would just look over here so you can find out what he looks like when he undresses you with those blue eyes.

he's hunched over a pint in the back, and he laughs with friends of his. when he smiles, you lean over, resting your chin in your hand when you admire his wide smile and nice teeth. he hasn't shaved today, but the five o'clock shadow suits his pretty face. you want to reach over and run your fingers over the curls of his dark hair that fall over his face. his hairstyle is a little grown out, but the sides have been kept short, with the longer pieces falling over the back of his neck and along his forehead effortless.

he probably rolled out of bed to come here, and he still looks good enough that you want to take pictures of him like this. you want to know what it feels like to kiss him. you want to cup those plump cheeks and kiss his soft mouth, and just hearing his laugh even from this far away, you know he's full of life and fun and--fuck.

you need to go over there before he leaves. before you regret it.

you slip off the barstool that you were seated at, brushing off the front of your jeans. you fix the straps of your bra, satisfied with the bounce of your tits on display, and when you look up again, he's looking at you.

those blue eyes are trained right on your figure, and you suck in a breath when you see his gaze drop, moving up, lingering on your hips and the way your cleavage looks in that shirt before settling back on your face.

he grins, right at you, wide and knowing, and you swallow hard when he winks. he picks up his drink and takes a long sip, and you're transfixed on watching him swallow and the bob of his adam's apple when you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up straight--someone's behind me.

you jump a little when someone hums behind you. a voice you don't recognize, a stranger, but you can feel the warmth of them at your back, and it unnerves that they remain utterly silent for a few agonizing moments.

you see blue eyes watching, looking over your shoulder, and you think maybe he knows you're uncomfortable, that he'll do the gentlemanly thing and come to your rescue--please come help me--but instead he sees something, and something flashes in his eyes. he looks, suddenly, like a puppy being scolded, and there's a pout on his lips as he averts his gaze to his drink and turns his body just that much away from you.

"y'like johnny, luv?"

you turn sharply, stepping back, and you nearly trip into the chair at your side when you see what's behind you. a hulking, masked man, large and imposing, staring down at you with his eyes narrowed accusingly.

he's wide. broad shouldered and tall, and even though he wears layers that cover what you guess are solid muscle hardened by laborious work, he is not made any smaller. all you can see of him are his dark eyes, but even those are terrifying because there is nothing in them at all.

you wonder, for a moment, if maybe he's not real. you have to be seeing something made up. a phantom. some kind of ghost.

you steel yourself after the initial surprise, and then you frown. your voice is a little shaky, but you say with as much force as you can, "excuse me?"

the narrow of his eyes softens just a bit. he tilts his head to the side as he looks down at you, and even though his eyes only flicker once, you know his gaze dropped. he takes a peek down your shirt, and you want to roll your eyes.

ghost or not, all men are the same.

"johnny." he nods his head behind you, and when you look back, the pretty one is looking at you, soft eyes shining as he stares at the pair at a distance to him. you notice his foot tapping on the floor, his leg shaking a bit. he's fidgety, nervous maybe, but you don't know why. you turn back around and face the big man again.

"do you know each other?" you ask, raising a brow. you don't know this man, either of them, but it strikes something sour in your mouth at the thought of some man trying to keep you from another--fucking strangers, playing hot potato with a woman? gross.

he snorts, and his shoulders shake a little, as if he laughs. "could say tha'," he murmurs, glaring right down at you, taking a step closer. you move your head back, feeling cornered, but you try not to panic. the bar is full of patrons, the music is lively--even someone as terrifying as this one wouldn't try anything with a room of witnesses, would he?

"look, i don't--"

"think he fancies you, too, sweetheart." his voice is so gravelly, deep, he's saying it with the low of his chest. and you can't tell if he sounds jealous or curious or excited, because he keeps his emotions in check, but at the thought of that pretty boy liking you, you keen. you turn your head again to look at him, catching his blue eyes again, and you smile. all glittery, all soft, and he smiles back, and you want to bounce on your feet.

your head turns back quick when you feel warm hands on your face. your giant has put a few of his fingers on your chin, and he turns your head back to face him, clicking his tongue.

"don't look at him, look at me," he mutters. you blink, not sure how to decipher his mood, and he steps even closer, leaning into your space. "johnny's mine."

your heart drops in your chest. you swallow hard, and you blink again, and you know your eyes are glossy from embarrassment and shame. of course this pretty man is taken--of course he is. it isn't fair, and it upsets you, but your lip trembles a little.

"fuck, i--" you gasp a little. "fuck, i-i'm sorry. i didn't..." you bite your lip. "i-i swear, i-i--"

"johnny's mine," he growls, and you tense when you feel the warmth of his breath through the mask, against your mouth. "and 'm not one to share. but johnny's been such a good boy..." your eyes flutter a little when his hand falls from your chin, smoothing over the soft skin of your neck as he grips you there gently. he clicks his tongue when you lean into him, almost instinctively. "'n you're a pretty prize. just how he likes 'em."

"huh?"

"all soft...such a nice arse," he sucks on his teeth, humming. "can see your tits so nice, luv. wanna see more of 'em."

your eyes widen, and he laughs, and it's insane and cruel, but your legs come together anyways, and you squeeze them there. you're wet. you know you are.

"he likes a sweet pussy, too, luv, got one of those?" he's closer now, growling into your ear, and you close your eyes.

"i-i...i--"

"fuck, haven't even gotten you home, and you're already so dumb," he mutters. he lets go of you, gripping you by the shoulders and turning you around. you stumble in your boots, swallowing, in a daze, and he urges you forward. "go on. sit next to johnny, sweetheart."

your legs move on autopilot, and you shuffle your way over to the table, and as you get closer, the chatter quiets just a little. johnny perks up a little when he sees you, and he moves over in the booth, giving you room, and you greet the table a little shyly before taking a seat. johnny is warm, too, radiating triumph. you smile wide, but just as you get comfortable, big hands grip your waist and lift you. you squeak as you're seated right on your giant's lap, your legs bracketing his big thigh as your back sits flush against his chest.

"got yourself a bird there, ghost?" one of them chuckles. he's stunning, all dark-skinned and wide smiles, and you know he must be their good friend because he doesn't question the way ghost has simply carried you there, sat you down with them, when supposedly he was already with someone else.

ghost hums, and you suck in a sharp breath when his hand wraps around your waist and tugs, forcing your ass right up against his middle. you put your hand over his, your fingers stroking the back of his hand. this isn't right, you know it isn't, but something feels good about it. you're normally worried about being too big to sit on anyone's lap, but he's a fucking bear, and you know he can take it.

you know he can take it.

"you like it, johnny? like what i brought you?" ghost asks, and he asks it like you're not there. you turn your head, and your eyes linger on the way ghost has his arm strewn along the edge of the booth behind him, around his shoulders. his gloved hand reaches up, and you swallow when you notice him playing with the ends of johnny's hair, the curls you know are soft, that would be nice to tug on. johnny smiles, and you see him up close now, and his lips are soft--and by the look on his face, he does like them sweet, and you know he eats pussy like they're last meals.

you know he does.

you hold in a soft sound when you feel a warm hand on your thigh, wrapping around the meat of it and squeezing.

"ohh, i like 'er, LT. like 'er a lot."

next part

[ethereal-night-fairy]

Slasher!Soap

Slasher!Soap x Passively Suicidal Female Reader

AGELESS BLOGS AND MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED.

I wonder how Slasher!Soap would deal with a passively suicidal victim. I'm just having fun with this concept. I'm happy to do specific scenarios but please read blog rules before sending in asks. Inspired by @ghouljams drabble.

Where it started

Aftermath

Before the chase

The chase

Slasher Soap Art

Non Canon stuff

Slasher!Ghoul x Dove

Copyright © by ethereal-night-fairy. 2024. All Rights Reserved. Writing not permitted for reposting, transcription, translation or to use with AI technologies.

[bluegiragi]

muzzle stays on 'til he learns some manners.

early access + nsfw on patreon

[j-l-kepler]

surpriiise another markolac twins comic feat @meanbossart's DU Drow (my personal fave dark urge)

lately i've been snickering about this ask meanboss got about whether or not Drow smells bad or not. no idea why it's been on my mind but i CAN tell you the twins don't have time for that "you can't care about hygiene" shtick. 'specially when two of the sexiest people at camp smell like corpses after the adventuring day...

very stupid little bit but i simply had to lease it upon the world so it's your problem now, neener neener

[temeyes]

to this day, they still don't believe him

[whinesandwhimpers]

Kidnapper!Soap Masterlist

it is now its own list because boy oh boy do i have a bunch in the drafts on the way

These are all standalones, enjoy!

all kidnapper!soap x female!reader

cw; noncon/dubcon

drabble about nipple piercings and titty fucking

nipple piercings body mod punishment, briefly showing kidnapper!ghost

forced drinking, fucking drunk!reader

polaroids <;- coming soon

[tame-the-lion-writes]

Dark!141 with the isolated cabin kidnapping/gaslighting trope but—

“you’re here because we need to keep you safe—poor thing, you didn’t know? the world ended while you were lost in the woods”

A year passes and you feel so loved and cared for and comfortable, but you’re picking berries to add to the winter stores when you see the light of civilization in the distance; it’s as if nothing ever happened; and you hear the crunch of boots behind you

[charliemwrites]

Finished!

You find a wolf (dog?) in the woods one day - or more accurately, he finds you. He's the perfect pup... even if he is a little weird.

Content: Shapeshifter AU, Mild Injury, Voyeurism, Dub-Con/Non-Con

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

1fur1 (not canon): (No content warning)

Ghost

Konig pt. 1; konig pt. 2

Birthday oneshot

Price pt. 1 ; Price pt. 2

Gaz