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[ghostidentity]

Porn Title Offered - "Masked Heroine vs the Tentacle Beast"

"A masked heroine..." Major repeat quietly.

An anonymous porn film with her in the starring role. No one would know that it would be her on the screen. There would be no consequences or so she thought. It had to be some kind of VR simulation or involve robotics if it was in real life. The idea was tempting, both for the money and to fulfill the curiosity about how it would feel like to be ravaged in front of the cameras.

"You got a deal." Mira reply.

[judgeanderson]

Is anon suppose to be off on ghostidentity?

It’s on now. Seemingly it was off by mistake.

[ghostidentity-blog]

Main Titles - Bourne Identity OST

[theartofsuffering]

Ah not a problem miss. Forgive me, I am an avid fan of your spy tips blog. I came from there and just recently transfers this character of mine to tumblr. Perhaps we could role-play some time. My character's dossier is in the links, please feel free to skim through it. Drabble Prompt -- Call Me (He is trying to get contacts), and Hello.

[Ah, apologies for not having updated there for a while. Haven't felt much inclination to when I've been so busy, and the task of queueing posts is much more difficult on the new tumblr layout.]

Hello;;

Natasha had been assigned a new mission - a new target, that was.

Her orders had been specific - to track this target and gain his trust. Warned he was highly dangerous, and so she had to lure him away from any sort of populated area before going for the kill - although her handler mentioned it would be great if she could convince him to work for them, it wasn’t highly likely.

Tracking him was…difficult, to say the least. One of her more exhausting jobs, although she wouldn’t go so far as to immediately rank him as the hardest target to find. It was weeks before she finally caught up to him - in a bar, of all places, and not even a particularly classy one. She put on a smile as she straightened herself out - time to be charming, slipping inside.

It really was quite the dingy place; the constant haze of cigarette smoke was almost enough to make anyone sick, and she pretended to look around, meandering her way to the bar before sitting a couple of seats down from him. Once she’d ordered her drink, she took a sip and then turned to him and flashed that easy, convincing smile once more. “Hello.”

Call Me;;

She hadn’t been expecting her phone to ring that day - it was her day off, after all. And if there was enough of a crisis that they needed her at SHIELD, she was pretty sure they’d choose a more reliable means of contacting her. Picking it up, the number wasn’t one she recognized, and she frowned; cautious, she leaned back on her couch as she put the phone to her ear. “Hello? Who is this?” The voice on the other end was unfamiliar, as well; but there was a certain edge to it that she recognized when combined with the request - asking her out for drinks and assistance, and she knew what this was. Someone who’d heard about her reputation through word-of-mouth and outdated information - she considered correcting him about it, set him straight that she no longer hired out, but figured she might gain something useful from the meeting all the same. “Alright. I’d prefer to speak in person, though, if you would. I’ll send you the address - you’ll be hearing from me soon.”

[ghostidentity]

What happened afterwards became an orgasm filled haze. Mira still spray her juices all over Widow's cock as she continue to fuck her. The assassin didn't stop, didn't slow down and let her rest, but instead pick up the pace. The table screech as it rock. "Ghrn..?!" Mira was pulled up by her hair and she was forced to see herself in the reflection of the one-way mirror. There was no telling how many agents stare back at her and the uncertainty drove her mad with a sense of humiliation, yet her lips start to curl into an involuntary smile before it was broken by another orgasm. It felt so good to be fucked like this. Whatever the hacker had done to her body was ecstatic.

Her top was ripped off and her bare chest was shown to anyone who was watching, but Mira couldn't think of that anymore. All she saw through the reflection was herself fucked like a slut and how much she enjoy it. "Don't- Stoph..." The first word of her plea came out naturally, but the next came with a sound glitch. The virus in her brain had add it to make it seem that Mira want more. Her eyes roll up to her head as she squirt again. Her juices spray all over Widow and trickle down to the floor, creating a small puddle beneath their feet. "N-Nho more..." Another glitch block out part of her sentence to give it a new meaning. Mira had lost all control. She was like a doll on strings controlled by Sombra who made sure to allow Widow to enjoy and have her way with the reprogrammed slut.

"Sho... M-Much..." Mira drool from the corner of her mouth when she felt warm cum fill her up. She tremble as she felt Widow's cock pulsate inside of her as she release her load. Mira could barely think or speak at this point, but she try to talk back "I'm not a whore..." yet what she said was glitched and rewritten by Sombra who made the cyborg humiliate herself before she was let go. Mira collapse on the table when Widow let go of her hair.

Widow circle around to face her, but only to have her cock rest against Mira's face. Half of her face became stained with a mix of her cum and juices. The cyborg groan and look up at Widow, she felt so humiliated. Soon the look in her eye change to desperate as Mira saw a text box appear in her vision and it announce: Bio-stimulation Routine: Activated. "What have you done to my body-yyyGHhg?!" Her speech was cut off short by a fraction of a moan she manage to give before having Widow's cock in her mouth. Suddenly she felt as if vibrators were taped to her clit and nipples. It was impossible, yet it felt so good. Mira squirm madly on the table and her hips buckle and feet kick mindlessly as she was tormented by the vibrations.

Then without a warning she came again. Widow saw the confusion flash in Mira's gaze before she went cross-eyed. Having her cock in her mouth and throat felt incredible and it, together with the vibrations, made her cum on the spot. The hacker had turn her mouth and throat into an erogenous zone. Widow literally facefuck her into an orgasm. On the height of her climax Mira's body start to convulse both from pleasure and overstimulation. Her eyes flashed with red as text boxes appear in her vision.

Error. Severe malfunction.

Error. Firewall compromised.

The last fragments of her protection crumble and shut down. Widow and Sombra gain full control of Mira's mind and body. There was nothing they couldn't do. Nothing they couldn't make her do.

Closed starter for @hotelofheroines

Major Mira Killian was alone and unseen behind a two-way mirror that seperate the observation room she was in from the interrogation room. The culprit wait for her in the other room.

Mira held the hard disk and study it before placing it down. It had been removed from the government data storage at her request as it was the one the culprit had either copy or stole information from before managing to pass on or get rid off the flash drive they did it with. She took out a wire which she connect to the hard disk and then attach the other end of it on the neural access point at the back of her neck. Connecting herself directly to the hard disk she process the information in it faster and more effectively. It didn’t long sort the data in her mind and come to a conclusion that what the culprit had took from the disk was pass codes, timetables of meetings and personnel among other information that could be used to trace and locate government officials. It was impossible to know what exactly they plan to do with the information or if they were planning on targeting someone specific. All Major could tell was that they did what they wanted by how easily the culprit had give in when they caught up to them and brought her here.

When the secret service agent arrived Mira disconnect from the hard disk and stood up. “I will lead the interrogation. Wait here.” They were here just to supervise her and to instruct Major on which secrets she might have to forget about since this was a direct cyber attack against the higher up government.

As she enter the interrogation room the culprit, identified as Amelie, was in handcuffs and seated behind a steel desk. Closing the door it locked automatically. It would need both a code and a keycard to open which she were granted for this task. Major turn to face the woman in handcuffs and look them up and down. They were a beautiful seductress and someone who might make her forget where she was if she wouldn’t be careful. After a short silence Mira took a seat on the other side of the desk and start the interrogation. “We know you gain illegal access to government secrets. Where did you hide the flash drive you did it with or to who you gave it to?”

“Who was your target?”

[ghostidentity]

Indie GHOST IN THE SHELL (2017) RP blog for Major.

Most compatible for muses set in modern or cyberpunk world.

Information

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Triggers and NSFW are tagged.

OC and Multi-muse friendly

Crossover friendly to a point

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[ghostidentity]

PERMANENT STARTER CALL For Major.

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Based on the movie Ghost in the shell (2017). No hate allowed.

Both for SFW and NSFW roleplays.

[ghostidentity]

[ rip + clothing ] from Candide

[ rip + clothing ]   your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse.

Everything was fading away. The images of people, objects and environment were falling apart bit by bit as the digital reconstruction of the space could barely maintain itself. The data was corrupt and it was by sheer luck that Major had manage to delve into the memory bank of the service bot that had seen the crime play out and try to walk through the virtual space, one frozen in time of the crime, and gather evidence before everything was destroyed.

“It shouldn’t be like this..” As Major move through the entry of the club and pass the crumbling corridor that lead to the crowded dance floor with a bar counter on the opposite side from where she enter the massive room. The scenery was eerie with the lack of sound, with the only audio being the quiet crackling from everywhere around her as the memory file tore itself apart, there was no music nor chatter to match the images she saw. “..It shouldn’t break down.”

Something was corrupting the memory even further despite it not being browsed or played out like a recording in order not to have it glitch or break down further as the service bot had been damaged severely, yet somehow the memory files kept on erasing itself. If Major wouldn’t find what she was looking for soon enough even her own memories and mind might be affected by it.

Then when she was going through the crowd she felt something grip her arms. Strong pull brought her to a stop and among the dissolving crowd came two well defined figures who had caught Major by her arms. She stare at the dark figures who held her still, not understanding what cause them or who or what they were, before their grip let loose only to grasp on the straps of her top.

As her cloth rip apart, revealing her bare skin and chest, the figures gain shape of two identical women with bright yellow eyes. The twins held on the shreds of her clothes until the teared cloth crumble the same way the environment was.

“What are you?” Major spoke, seemingly unfazed by the act of her top being rip apart and her now left standing only wearing her trousers. She didn’t believe they were human, at most being the last activate part of this memory file depicting pair of gropers that play out due to a glitch in the system, but whatever they were Major thought it was them who cause all of this.

[ghostidentity]

Nsfw Gifs Starters: Against the Wall edition #3 + handjob ;3

Based on this gif

Mira felt them thrust deep yet she was silent. It didn’t get a reaction greater than a strained breath out of her, even when her calm breathing start to turn into gasp formed panting, but the hand that reach around to stroke her cock at the same time was what cause Major to give out a whisper like moan. Their grip was strong and the strokes were quick.

The red satin shirt she wore was unzipped to reveal the bare skin underneath and the pants were pulled down just enough to have Mira’s ass bare to be fucked from behind and to have her cock out to be stroked roughly by the other... It all had start with a few drinks, lingering touch and now here they were.

The woman behind her, one who she had met at the club only tonight, had their pulsating shaft deep within Mira’s ass. Each thrust had her body move with it causing her back to arch and hips slide up and down in rhythm set by the other before buckling hard as Mira squirm from having the strong grip move along her own cock. “Nhm..” Another moan slip past her wide open lips as Mira was not panting, yet still quiet company. Her hands rest against the wall as she was fucked against it in the narrow alley behind the club, but it still had some people move by either on their way home or to stop to have a smoke before going back in.. At least no one had solely stop to watch them have sex in the dimly lit alley, not yet at least, but many had already seen them.

“Feels... Good.” It was the third moan, soon they would hear them too.

[ghostidentity]

PERMANENT HEADCANON ASK POST For Major.

Help me develop my character further by sending in asks for headcanon topics, details about the character, their relationships, work, sex life, important or even unfortunate events and so on. Nothing is off limits and you are welcome to get as nosy and creative as you want.

To see what is already in her headcanons check [Under construction].

[ghostidentity]

A casual night

Submission written by the wonderful @theamazonofwar​

“Come on babe, take it, take it all!” Screams of pleasure and despair could be heard throughout Shera’s penthouse, for the reason? nothing but Mira being brutally fucked and “tortured”, it had been several months since both women decided to be a couple officially, and since then they have both been more …… extreme with regard to sex.

A clear example was today’s session, with Mira’s ass being mercilessly fucked by Shera’s 20 inches, while at the same time a mechanical onahole was relentlessly squeezing the now flaccid cock of the cyborg, Mira’s cock had bravely fought against the machine, but it could not last more than an hour.

But even with this, that was not the main reason why Shera had to chain Mira’s ankles and wrists with chains to the walls, no, the reason for this and also proof of confidence from Mira was the helmet on the  head of the cyborg, a virtual reality headset.

With Mira’s permission and the help of one of Shera’s hackers, virtual reality reached deep into Mira’s programming, making it impossible for the cybor to differentiate what the true reality was, on a small screen next to the bed, Shera could see what Mira was experiencing.

Dozens and dozens of tentacles ran through Mira’s body, playing and exploring with each hole, there were also another 10 Sheras, bathing Mira with semen and taking turns to fuck her, both in real life and in virtual reality, Mira is being used like a cheap rag doll.

This orgasmic paradise lasted all night.

[theamazonofwar]

█  █  ⋮  ▶      ─────     SEXUAL PREFERENCES  [  !  ] [  !  ]   ──bold always applies 　⇢　 italics sometimes applies   ▰ ▰ ▰

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𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 / 𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙨.

is submissive   |   is dominant |   prefers to top   |   prefers to bottom  |   likes to switch |  identifies as heterosexual   |   identifies as homosexual   |   identifies as bisexual   |   identifies as pansexual |   identifies as demisexual   |   identifies as asexual   |  enjoys sex with men   |  enjoys sex with women  |   enjoys sex with multiple people at one time   |   initiates  |  waits for partner to initiate | spits (with men)   |  swallows  |   prefers sex in the morning   |  prefers sex at night  |  prefers sex any time  |   no sex drive   |   low sex drive   |   average sex drive  |   high sex drive  |   hypersexual

𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 / 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚.

small build   |   medium build  |   athletic build   |   muscular build  / soft build   |  curvy build  |  voluptuous build   |   wears boxers   |   wears lingerie |   goes ‘commando’  | shaves/waxes  |  doesn’t shave/wax  |   cup size a-c   |   cup size d-f  |   1-5" in length | 6-9" in length   |   10" or over in length

𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨.

is silent / makes little to no sounds   |   is very quiet   |   is very loud   |  grows in volume over time   |   bites hand / partner / pillow to muffle themselves |  calls out partner’s name   | curses  |   fakes/exaggerates |   prefers a quiet partner  |   prefers a loud partner  |   is turned on by dirty talk  |   is turned off by dirty talk

𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣-𝙤𝙣𝙨 / 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨.

having their hands pinned  |   pinning their partner’s hands   |   having their hair pulled  | pulling their partner’s hair   |   being watched (by their partner) |   being watched (by a third party)   |   watching their partner  |   receiving oral |   giving oral |   calling their partner ‘daddy’  |   being called ‘daddy’  |  giving praise   | receiving praise  |   biting / marking  |   being bitten / marked  |  spanking   |   being spanked  |   teasing |   being teased  |  having toys used on them |   using toys on their partner  |   giving anal  | receiving anal  |   choking  |   being choked | dirty talk | being tied up |  tying their partner up |  being worshiped |   worshiping their partner |   humiliating   |   being humiliated  |   degrading   |   being degraded  | knife play |   blood play  |   being pegged |   pegging

[ghostidentity]

Teasing

“You are a good girl, Mira, a good and obedient girl” were the constant murmurs that came out of Shera’s mouth along with soft and delicate moans “mmmmmm keep it up, I’m in heaven right now aahhhh ~” today Shera decided to try something that she rarely tried, even less with a beauty like Mira.

Teasing.

It had been barely a week since that night the two women decided to be a couple, and since then Shera has not stopped experiencing new things with her girlfriend. It was for that reason that both women were in Mira’s apartment, with the Major kneeling, her two hands behind her and with some handcuffs, nothing that could stop the cyborg, but it was only to send a message.

Who was in charge.

And Shera sitting on the couch, her legs spread wide and her huge, fat, hard cock resting on Mira’s beautiful face, it’s been two hours since Shera started the “game”, which was just rubbing her cock on Mira’s face, on the condition that the Major could not lick or suck anything.

Absurd amounts of sweat, saliva, precum and a lot of semen covered from the chin to Mira’s beautiful hair, from time to time Shera would gently tap her cock on the cyborg’s nose, making sure that her musk penetrated the deepest part of the Major. Shera’s fat, heavy balls rubbed all over her face, but always with an emphasis on Mira’s mouth.

There was not a single inch of hair or face that was not covered in semen, but even with all this, Mira obeyed, not a single drop of liquid reached the inside of her mouth, nor did Shera feel at any moment the divine tongue of the Major brushing his cock, but Mira was reaching her limit.

Shera could see it in her eyes, she was on the verge of wild and animal lust, she was almost nothing from becoming a sexual beast, if Shera gave the order, she would have no doubt that Mira would fuck her until she was completely dry, without a doubt both they would be fucking all week long.

Too bad Shera had other plans.

“Stop” a simple command, but effective, when Mira stopped, Shera quickly got up and went back up her pants, then started walking to the exit “I have a last minute business, sorry babe, I promise to reward you later” with that Shera quickly left the apartment.

She knew that Mira wouldn’t leave things like that, the Major would certainly have her revenge, but seeing the look of pure shock and sexual frustration on the commonly expressionless Mira was worth it.

Written by @theamazonofwar

[ghostidentity-blog]

Should I...

... just role-play Hei? Seeing as he is very similar to my OC and one of my all time favorite characters. I would appreciate feedback on such a matter.

[ghostidentity-blog]

Expect the Unexpected [This is open to anyone]

11°33 N, 104°55 E Phnom Penh, Cambodia 0300 hours July, 24th 1996 Jin and contact to rendezvous at capital square. The cover of darkness had fallen upon the eerily still jungle-bound city, as a shadow crept; hidden from all. Footfalls absent of sound carried a lone figure down a curb as his trench-coat covered visage moved about in a haste. Turning a corner, the shadow vanished from sight as held firmly in its grip, a weapon of admirable design and performance, .338 Lapua Magnum Keppeler KS-V bolt-action sniper rifle. Its telescopic lens not in sight as lids kept them hidden, swiftly removed with a sleight of his hand—suppressor screwed on firmly as a round was chambered with ease and sights zeroed. Cross hairs aligned themselves over the chest of a tower guard, as the pressure was applied to the trigger, a projectile of lethal design was propelled forth, its release was muffled by the suppressor upon the end of the barrel. Struck clean; ending his life in an instant, the shadow shifted about - setting the long-arm aside by means of a sling, as a blade as pitch-black as the night surrounding the area was brought forth. Crouching low and near his target, two foot soldiers appeared at the edge of the jungle that engulfed the heavily-guarded fortress. Moving closer with each step, the knife was brought forth and across, slicing the guard's neck from behind as quickly as it was hurled into the other security personal's neck. Speed was a factor as the shadow pulled the knife out and continued on his mission, heading towards the fortress doors. Alarms had been triggered as a sniper upon the toward had spotted the shadow; it was time to make his move. Rushing towards the entrance, a pair of hand-held firearms were drawn with precision skill, as his pace quickened and the air around the figure seemed to distort. The mask upon his form never moving, providing no glimpse as to his emotions or if he even felt anything. A slight chuckle escaped him from behind the mask as the alarms suddenly were cut off; silence echoed throughout the landscape. Seconds passed, although it seemed like minutes to his frightened foes. When suddenly a single cry was heard and the doors to the fortress came crashing in. The end games, had begun. Two years prior. Time seemed to flash-back, memories now fading as a lone figure stared out into the desolate urban structures below. Slowly, his figure shifted—a cigarette held within one's digits as a long drag was taken, an ember lit and faded before it even graced the ground. Optics gazed down telescopic optics, searching and scanning with the skill of a surgeon. Every detail taken in as a form shifted about in the streets below. A club of sorts, seemed to be the designated location of his next duel, as such precautions were in place. His rifle was set up with suppressor attached and secured, a round already chambered. Telescopic sights were zeroed and bi-pod was was applied, providing a good base to fire from. A smile formed upon the pale lips of the ebony-haired individual, as his trademark mask was placed upon his facial frame. Gazing down at the area, a bit over 2000 meters from the club upon a tower overlooking the building, his visage vanished once more. Emerging from an alleyway without a sound, a quick glance at his watch stated it was a half past 8PM. His form would push open the door to the club as he slide inside, making sure to stay to the sidelines - instantly searching for the exits and possible routes to them through the mass of people gathering. The collar of his jacket shielding his face as obsidian hair hung over the concealed optics of navy hue. Slowly, he made his way to a table in the back, scanning, waiting, searching for his contact to make himself or herself known. And so it begins.

[ghostidentity]

Closed starter for @hotelofheroines

Major Mira Killian was alone and unseen behind a two-way mirror that seperate the observation room she was in from the interrogation room. The culprit wait for her in the other room.

Mira held the hard disk and study it before placing it down. It had been removed from the government data storage at her request as it was the one the culprit had either copy or stole information from before managing to pass on or get rid off the flash drive they did it with. She took out a wire which she connect to the hard disk and then attach the other end of it on the neural access point at the back of her neck. Connecting herself directly to the hard disk she process the information in it faster and more effectively. It didn’t long sort the data in her mind and come to a conclusion that what the culprit had took from the disk was pass codes, timetables of meetings and personnel among other information that could be used to trace and locate government officials. It was impossible to know what exactly they plan to do with the information or if they were planning on targeting someone specific. All Major could tell was that they did what they wanted by how easily the culprit had give in when they caught up to them and brought her here.

When the secret service agent arrived Mira disconnect from the hard disk and stood up. “I will lead the interrogation. Wait here.” They were here just to supervise her and to instruct Major on which secrets she might have to forget about since this was a direct cyber attack against the higher up government.

As she enter the interrogation room the culprit, identified as Amelie, was in handcuffs and seated behind a steel desk. Closing the door it locked automatically. It would need both a code and a keycard to open which she were granted for this task. Major turn to face the woman in handcuffs and look them up and down. They were a beautiful seductress and someone who might make her forget where she was if she wouldn’t be careful. After a short silence Mira took a seat on the other side of the desk and start the interrogation. “We know you gain illegal access to government secrets. Where did you hide the flash drive you did it with or to who you gave it to?”

“Who was your target?”