#ff ghost

[funky-freak-fortress]

Madic and MSG have MAJOR beef and you can't convince me otherwise. Ghost and Orangeman encourage it, they think it's hilarious.

[copias-juicebox]

"When you're done and finished, when you're done with this show I want you to do the crucifixion.[...] so the people know you've given them everything and you have nothing left to give."

[copia]

PAPA IV BACKSTAGE in Rite Here Rite Now

[muzsmoux]

Being friends with Xie Lian would be so weird because this man peppers in bits of his insane life ruining trauma randomly mid sentence. You'd like accidentally step on his toes and he'd go "ah don't worry about it, that foot's been cut off and eaten before anyways" smile, and then never elaborate.

[xiiiwayfinders]

Pspsps Ghosts cbs nation

[solradguy]

Tierlist for who I think could handle my ghost pepper hot sauce

(mildly sweaty is still a passing grade)

[n30nwrites]

Good Doggy

Masterlist

Pronouns: He/Him

Warnings: Sadness, angst, murder, violence, cannibalism, mentions of sex, Possible future smut, Slight Yandere! Tf141

Relationship: John Price x Male Reader, Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish x Male reader, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x male reader, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick x male reader

Features: Shifter! Tf141

Chapter 1 - Good Doggy

Chapter 2 - Now Sit

Chapter 3 - Heel

Chapter 4 - Fetch

Chapter 5 - Shake

Chapter 6 - Bow

[suokumi]

Colored sketch of one of the very first attempts to get aahold of drawing Sombra uwu gitm by @venomous-qwille ~

[dewsgremlin]

- hc Dewdrop being mad at Rain, but it's valentine's day -

*Dewdrop, coming into the room, putting a little gift box and a bouquet of red roses in front of Rain on the table*

Rain, suprised: "Oh, for me? Thank you!"

*Dewdrop, without changing his annoyed expression, starting to rummage in his trouser pocket. Pulling his hand slowly out of the pocket, showing middlefinger to Rain, turning around and walking back to the door*

Rain: ...

Dewdrop, without even turning around before leaving the room: "Love you, stupid, whiny bitch!"

[1driedpersimmon]

🤔

[styona]

[soft-cryptids]

Simon Ghost Riley.

[sandinthemachine]

Payback is a bitch

König x Ghost x Reader, follow up to this request, with König getting Simon back this time

Words: ~2835

Warnings/tags: very 18+ mdni, afab reader they/them pronouns, spitroasting, rough sex, hehe let's torture two doms by pitting them against each other, König and reader are the very definition of fuck around and find out, everyone softens at the end

dedicated to @itsagrimm for how excited you got for the first one, hope this part's a worthy successor :)

First person to read this at my funeral gets my life savings

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“Fuck,” you gasp, your head falling forward onto Simon’s lap. You’re on your hands and knees with König behind you, slowly sinking into you.

And in front of you kneels Simon, hands soothing over your face and shoulders. “You’re doing well,” he murmurs, and you look up at him, his palms immediately finding your cheeks as he kisses your forehead.

König’s hands run up your sides before settling against your hips again. “You alright?”

You nod, rocking your hips back into him, and he sighs, sinking in a little further, eyes partially closing. “You feel so good.”

You preen at the praise, letting him tilt your hips to a better angle as he pushes in even more, rubbing against the sensitive spot inside you and drawing a stuttering sound from your lips as he bottoms out, leaving you grabbing Simon’s thighs to ground yourself.

Simon groans, and you look down to see him straining against the boxers he still has on. But his thumbs tilt your chin back up towards his face, a hand smoothing over your hair. “You look lovely taking him like that, darling.”

You smile, only to whimper as König grinds against you.

“Easy, big guy,” Simon warns.

“Sorry.” König leans down to kiss your shoulder. “Got distracted.”

You and Simon can’t help but chuckle at that.

You gradually get your breathing under control, feeling yourself slowly relax as both men gently stroke your body, and you find your gaze traveling downwards again. “Simon,” you whisper.

He grunts at you. “You want it that bad, huh?”

“Yes,” you breathe, running your hands up to his waistband. Soon his much bigger hands move to cover yours, helping you drag his boxers down and free him as he huffs above you. You grin, leaning forward to lick him.

“Wait.”

You and Simon turn back to König, who leans over you, slowly running a palm up your spine. You shiver, arching your back and gasping as you feel his fingers tangle in your hair. He pulls your head back to whisper in your ear. “Would you let me?”

Your breathing is picking up, and you feel excitement beginning to coil in your gut. “Yes.”

“And you?” König turns to Simon with a devious smile.

Simon feels his cock jump at the look in König’s eyes and nods, leaning back on his hands.

König’s grip tightens ever so slightly in your hair, his hips pushing into your ass as his hand pushes you forward. Simon lifts himself up close enough and you stick your tongue out, letting König guide your head to lick over Simon’s slit. Simon huffs a breath, arching his hips further, but König pulls you back, a gasp falling from your lips. You clench around him involuntarily, pulling a moan from him.

“Fuck, was that too hard?”

Your heart is beating against your ribcage, and you feel yourself getting even wetter. “No,” you breathe, wiggling against him.

“Good.” König rubs a hand up and down your waist, gently squeezing it, and you still again, letting him lower your head down until your lips close around Simon’s tip.

You hum, your lips vibrating against his velvety skin as you suck gently, swirling your tongue around before König’s hand presses you further down. You swallow, feeling Simon’s cock jump, bumping against the roof of your mouth as König pulls you backwards again. You have just enough time to take a quick breath before he pushes your head forward again, not stopping until Simon hits the back of your throat. You feel Simon’s cock shake with his stuttering breath before König yanks you off again, ripping a swear from Simon’s throat as he slams a palm into the ground.

You whine, licking your lips and clenching again. “König, please.”

His other arm snakes under your stomach, hand pressing against your sternum to hoist you backwards against his chest. “Shh,” he soothes, placing a kiss on your temple before pressing his face against you, lips hovering over your ear.

“König, I want-”

“I know. And you’re being so good.” He grinds against you, relishing the sweet sound that falls from your lips. “I want to let you. I do.” His head turns, eyes hardening as they fixate on Simon, voice dropping to a deadly whisper. “But Simon hasn’t been good. Has he?”

Simon’s fists clench at that, the veins in his forearms bulging as he tries to bring himself under control, to hold himself still with König looking at him like that. Like he could devour him whole without a second thought.

You haven’t answered, and König’s fingers travel upwards, ghosting over the column of your throat to hold your jaw, turning your face down to Simon’s. “Has he?” he breathes, barely audible.

“No.”

“No.” König sighs, shaking his head. “So if you want it, you’ll have to convince him.” He snarls the last part before his voice shifts again, sickly sweet as his fingers tighten. “Can you do that for me?”

You chew your lip, trying to nod, but he still holds your head firmly in place. “I…I can.”

“Good,” he coos, brushing his lips along your jaw. “I’d hate for him to miss out.” His hand frees itself from your hair to snake down, playing with your clit.

“Fucking hell,” Simon growls, seeing the muscles in your abdomen clench. He grabs his own cock, only for König’s head to whip forward, fixing him with a glare until he slowly pulls his hand away, heaving an enraged breath.

“Simon,” you soothe. “You know what to say.”

A rolling chuckle shakes König’s chest, setting your body trembling as his mouth drags down your neck. “I don’t know if he does, sweetheart. Maybe…you need to remind him.” His teeth sink in above your collarbone just as his finger presses harder into your bud, and you gulp back a sound.

The fingers around your jaw slide upwards, hooking around your lips to pull your mouth open just as his other hand moves to grasp your hip, holding you in place as he pulls out. A squeal leaves your mouth before you can stop it.

“Much better,” he praises. “Now, what do you say?”

You swallow as he releases your mouth, tracing a gentle circle on your chin. “König. Please.”

His hips jerk, slamming into you and forcing a scream from your lungs. His arm drops from your front, and you drop onto your forearms, feeling König’s weight press against your back an instant later. You tilt your head up, wide eyes staring at Simon again, taking in his heaving chest and steely gaze. He’s leaned even further back now, knuckles bleached white as his fingers grip onto the floor and the muscles in his neck flex and roil. You tremble a bit, wondering if König really thinks he can outlast Simon’s iron will.

As if in answer to your thought a haughty laugh escapes the man above you and he presses you further into the ground, craning his neck over you to lick a teasing stripe up Simon’s cock.

“FUCK!” Simon roars, thrusting his hips forward, but König is faster, whipping his head away and dragging you backwards.

“König.” The sound is much deeper than any sound you’ve heard Simon make before, the kind of growl that thunders out of his chest only to get caught in your own throat. You clench at it, dark anticipation roiling in your stomach as your whole body shakes.

And König isn’t budging. At Simon’s outburst a too-wide grin splits his face, eyes meeting the narrowed glare with ease. He thrusts into you again, watching Simon’s teeth sink into his lower lip.

König tilts his head at that, eyes roaming shamelessly down Simon’s face and body, drifting to his painfully engorged cock. “What’s the matter, big guy? You don’t like that?”

Simon growls, ripping his gaze away and fixing it on the wall.

“Eyes on me, soldier,” König orders, voice sing-song and mocking in a way that has every fiber of Simon’s being urging him to pull König off you and pin him to the ground himself. But he doesn’t. He lets König play his game, feeling the man’s cocky satisfaction send more traitorous thoughts straight to his already excruciating member.

Slowly he drags his gaze back to the pair of you, gulping at the rough way König’s hips roll into you, at the way you writhe on the ground, pinned beneath his huge form. He stares at König’s shoulders, his biceps, his forearms, hypnotized by the flexing ripples of muscle as he pulls you into him over and over again.

Your eyes seek out Simon’s face, and you whine at the crimson beading on his lips. “Simon,” you plead breathily.

His eyes widen, taking in the delicate ‘o’ of your pretty mouth, the glimmering moisture gathering in your eyes as you struggle to pull yourself back together, to focus on him.

König notices too, slowing down as his fingers reach forward to brush your hair off your face. You lean into his touch, and Simon relaxes slightly, releasing his lip. You try to lean towards him, and he finds himself leaning forward again, eyes burning into yours.

And then he pauses, looking up to König once more. His eyebrows knit together slightly, but König’s expression is already morphing. One of his hands is already reaching forward, cradling the back of Simon’s head and guiding him into a feather-light kiss. He pulls back, tongue darting out to taste the smear of red left on his own lips before he pulls Simon in again, tracing his tongue along the split skin as his fingers massage into Simon’s hair.

Both men sigh, melting above you as they move closer.

You can’t help it. With a devious lick of your lips you take advantage of their distraction, stretching forward to take Simon into your mouth.

He hisses, the two men ripping apart to look down at you, König grinning. Simon inhales as your tongue swirls, hand snatching your head to shove you onto him, releasing the shaking breath when he hits the back of your throat, pulling a muted moan from you.

He pulls out, his hands engulfing your head and neck, forcing it into a better angle for him to slam into you again, deeper. You sob, spluttering around him.

He moves backwards again, a depraved sound shaking his throat. “Fuck,” he pants. “Just…just fucking…slap my leg if it gets too much.”

You nod, opening your jaw wider as you look up at him through tear-stained lashes. He’s gentler this time as he guides you forward, sliding down your throat as your jaw begins to burn. A mewl gets trapped in your chest, and he pulls back out, letting you heave a breath.

“Fuck,” you gasp, your entire body heaving as you gulp in air, your pussy throbbing around König’s unmoving cock. “Just…keep fucking me already.”

König’s long fingers dig into your skin. “Careful, sweetheart. I don’t know if you can take much more.”

You twist your neck around, glaring at his smug face before you smirk. “You haven’t impressed me yet.”

König snickers, looking back to Simon. “Well, big guy? Are we taking them up on that challenge?”

Simon’s mouth twists upwards in a wicked mockery of a grin. “Gladly.”

His fingers grasp your jaw again, prying it open as wide as it can go before he slides in. König’s hips press into you, pushing you forward, forcing you to take Simon deeper than you ever have before. And just as sparks dance across your vision they pull back, just barely enough for you to take a deep breath before Simon’s down your throat again.

König matches his pace almost lazily, hands easily locking you in place as he rolls in and out of you, moaning as you tighten around him each time. His eyes roam up your body before they take in Simon’s hands, engulfing your head. A whimper escapes him as he watches Simon’s abdomen clench with each unforgiving thrust into your mouth. He follows the curves of muscle upwards to…

Simon’s staring right at him. His eyes are hooded and shadowed, and König finds his mouth falling open at the sight. Simon’s gaze drifts downwards as he leans in, König losing himself in those eyes, stilling.

Simon’s patience snaps. An arm shoots forward, fingers tangling in König’s hair to yank him into a bruising kiss above you. König’s moan is loud, teeth sinking into Simon’s bruised lips as his hips drive forward, shoving you further onto Simon’s cock as they tangle above you, each hitting the deepest parts in you.

Everything in your abdomen tightens mercilessly, a brutal shaking overtaking your body. You try to cry, try to warn them around the cock in your mouth, but it’s your spasming that has them finally pulling back.

You splutter, tear-stained eyes imploring Simon as you try to break free, but he snatches your hair, dragging you back onto him. “No, love,” he heaves, baring his teeth as your throat tightens around him. “You’re…going to cum…with my cock down your tight little throat.”

You muster an obedient whine, König whimpering behind you as you clench tighter around him. In one final thrust your body explodes, choking as your hands fly around the slippery floor. König’s arms wrap around you quickly, Simon grabbing your shoulders before you fall onto the floor or hurt yourself thrashing.

A pained groan leaves Simon’s throat before he’s shooting down yours, warm salt hitting your mouth, dribbling right back out as you cough before he’s pulling out, letting you finally breathe.

König presses against you again, pinning you to his stomach as he pounds into you, his teeth sinking into your shoulder before he too is spilling inside of you with muffled groans.

As soon as his arms unwrap from you your body flops to the ground, your head only saved by Simon’s palm quickly sliding under it.

“Easy, easy,” Simon is soothing as König pulls back, panting, helping to roll you over on your back. You ragdoll completely, mouth still partially open as you let them manhandle you. You feel messy everywhere. Simon’s spend is all over your mouth and chin, and König’s is already falling out to coat your thighs.

A hand is on your cheek now, tilting your face to the side. Your eyes focus just slightly, enough to make out König stretching out next to you. His eyes wander your flushed face before he leans over, a warm tongue laving up your chin. Slowly he licks Simon’s seed off your face, placing gentle kisses on the corner of your lips.

“Sweetheart?” he murmurs as his hand engulfs the side of your face. “Are you hurt?”

You shake your head.

“How do you feel?”

“Sticky.”

A shuffle sounds behind you, and you twist to watch Simon easing himself onto his back on your other side. “Here, let me help.”

You smile, pushing yourself up on your hands as each of your shoulders pop in unison.

“Someone’s getting old.”

“Hey, you’re older than me!”

Simon only chuckles. “König, help the elderly.”

“I’m going to suffocate you,” you scoff as König scoops you up, lowering you onto Simon’s face.

“A good way to die.”

You shake your head at König, watching the little smile spread across his face. He’s still holding your torso up against him, and you lean in to press your lips together, only to squeal as Simon’s hands wrap around you, pulling you down onto him. You lose balance, your nose colliding with König’s cheek. You pull back quickly, biting your lip. Both of you immediately giggle.

“What’s so funny up there?”

“Nothing.”

Simon bites your inner thigh, causing you to gasp before he releases you, kissing the spot. Your eyes drift closed, feeling König’s lips place delicate kisses along your cheekbone.

Simon drags his tongue along the mess of your thigh, groaning loudly. “You taste fucking good, big guy. Both of you do.”

König smiles against your skin, reaching a hand down to tangle into Simon’s hair. Simon’s head tilts back into König’s touch, tongue running up your slit.

You shiver, jerking away. “Ok, that’s good.”

König’s arms tighten around you again, easily lifting you so Simon can sit up. You snuggle into König’s front as Simon presses into your back, kissing the mark König left against your shoulder before laying his head there, wrapping his arms around you both. König rests his chin on Simon’s head, running a hand over the nape of his neck while his other hand settles on your thigh. You sigh contentedly, letting your eyes drift closed.

It’s not far to the bedroom, of course. Not far to a comfy bed plenty big for all three of you. But going there would mean breaking this moment, a moment not one of you is ready to leave. So you all stay here, overheating on the cold floor as you each tangle around each other.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Aftermath

[natjennie]

alison was soooooo crazy for "here's to buried secrets" like. she read him to complete and utter filth. she literally went "hm. okay gayass this is how we're gonna do this huh" like. being a sly little bitch, two can play at that game. she said here's to buried secrets as if it didn't entirely crack his ribcage open and scoop out his insides. she tore him to bits. and we just watched it happen.

[n30nwrites]

Now Sit (Shifter! TF141 x Male Reader)

Part 2 of Good Doggy

Masterlist here

Warnings: None really??? I'm not sure. Some awkwardness but that's cause Reader couldn't give less of a fuck. Some creepy behavior

Updated; 3/5/2024

Beta Reader: the lovely @letmelickyoureyeballs who's saving your guys asses right now

Part 1 here.

The entire house was shrouded in darkness. The windows were covered up in thick fabrics of purples and blacks. You didn't have any lights on, instead some candles that were hastily lit when you had entered the building and a few lamps. Your eyes were thankful for the darkness after the long drive during the day.

Your first trash bag was filled with clothing fabrics, they all needed to be washed so you quickly filled the tub with warm water and laundry soap, sorting the fabrics by color before tossing in the divided groups. Starting with your whites.

You decided to bring more boxes in, figuring the more you unboxed the easier it would be when the rest of your stuff arrived. Your box labeled ‘Gear’ was the first box to be put up, putting it in the closet near the entrance so you could pretend it wasn’t there. Just looking at your uniform brought back memories that you wish you could ignore. The second box was just one filled with knives, your swords were in another container wrapped up tightly in the back of Maya’s car. The Knives were put into your bedroom, you would come back to organize them when you weren’t so hungry.

You had cash ready for your pizza. Along with a tip because people needed to be tipped well. Especially in the service industry.

So when a knock echoed in the open-spaced living room, you had the cash tightly gripped, exact change in one hand and in the other the tip.

Until a man who was very obviously not the pizza delivery driver stood there, your pizza in his hand.

Well you figured it was yours. And there was no way this man was a delivery driver. He was far too fine to be one, if you were honest with yourself.

He was 6'2 which immediately put you on your toes, athletic build with graying-brown hair and blue eyes. He seems to look like he's reaching his 40s, something that shouldn't be so attractive yet is.

God, you needed therapy.

But, smash.

Nope. Nope. It was just inappropriate thoughts of an impossible achievement. You didn't need a relationship, not after your last one. You needed solitude, you needed to live a normal life without constant stares.

"Why do you have my pizza?" You ask him, money being squished.

"I paid for it, figured I could do that for the new guy." He speaks and seems almost cheerful, which is strange.

"I'm not paying you back."

"You don't have to." He handed the pizza to you and you snatched it quickly, almost comically. "Okay, bye." You go to shut the door but he quickly protests.

"Wait, who are you?" He seemed desperate and you didn't understand it. You sat the pizza on the table you had set up right next to the door, which was supposed to hold trinkets and your keys but you hadn't put the bowl there yet. You rolled your hand, rubbing your wrist that had ached from just a minute of holding the pizza. It was something you were working on fixing, just not right now.

"Who are you?"

"John, I live over at that house." He points to the house that Stalker 1 and Stalker 2 stood outside of. It was big enough for you to assume they were roommates, or perhaps a family.

"Can you tell the guys to not stare next time? It was uncomfortable." You blankly told him, before introducing yourself, only saying your first name, same as John did.

"This is a pretty big house for you to live all alone in." He was fishing for information, John knew that it could come off creepy, but he needed to know something about this person in front of him.

His mate.

"I don't live alone." You tell him, and he believes you are lying to him. He doesn't hear another heartbeat, and Ghost and Soap said that you arrived alone. "My Partner is coming with the rest of our stuff."

Partner? Why the hell do you have a Partner? How could you not know that you have three (maybe four with the way this pattern is) men waiting for you, willing to do anything for you. He's angry, and he knows that it makes no sense to be. You had lived your entire life before meeting them, it's not like you could drop everything and move in with him.

Despite everything in his body screaming at him to take you into his home and keep you there, keep you safe. And it's unreasonable, and something he would never do unless he wanted to traumatize you.

His eyes slightly widen at his own thoughts, and he needs to take a step away from you. You muddle his brain, you confuse him. He's had partners in the past, but this was different.

You weren't even supposed to be here.

"I'm sorry for bothering you sir, hope you enjoy your pizza." He takes a step away and turns and you don't bother to say goodbye or even thank him. You shut the door and he can hear you shuffle around and grab the pizza.

Price hates himself for what he's going to do next.

Gaz is almost surprised at the meeting. He says almost simply because he knew Price was going over to the neighbors, he watched the leader leave the house and pay off the pizza man. So something had to happen.

They just had to wait for Ghost to get home. Price was insistent on it, that everyone needed to be there and they couldn't wait nor do it over the phone.

He just wasn't expecting the words.

A theory that you were somehow mates with all of them. Price had revealed your status to him which caused Soap to blow up. It seemed ridiculous, all four of them connected to you.

But Gaz wanted it to be true. If he could just walk over and meet you, to find out.

If Gaz could no longer feel so alone because of you. He would do anything for that. So he didn't care that Ghost didn't seem to trust you, claimed you could be some creature putting a spell on the team, he didn't care that Soap wanted you for himself. He didn't care that Price was still talking.

He went outside and ignored the protests.

And he was lucky too, because a car had pulled up to your house and you walked out, sunglasses on and a large jacket which didn't fit for the weather.

But he could finally see if it was true.

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NEXT

Okay so I skipped my homework to finish this (i'm not gonna be this irresponsible I swear) and I made a poll here where you can decide on if reader is a human or not. I have plot points for both (probably a longer story if not human??? but that depends on what the people want) also please reblog and leave comments I usually lose interests with these and I'm trying not too. Gonna post a Masterlist for this soon, and if you want to follow the story you can follow the tag Good Doggy FF so you don't have to have notifs on lol.