#reapers-carino

[reapers-carino]

Rise and Shine

[Gonna try my hand at formatting non-ask fics in a prettier manner. Let me know what y'all think!]

NSFW! Cole CassidyxF!Reader

To you, there were two inevitable rules when you slept wrapped up in Cole's arms. One, you would have the warmest, most tranquil sleep of your life while spooned against his body, his arm tucking you to his side like this was the only place you belonged. And two, your bladder would inevitably chase this moment away, demanding to be emptied the moment you begin to drift back into consciousness.

You had tried to reject the growing urgency but the waning darkness began to coax you from your dreams, consciousness creeping in bit by bit. Cole and you had shifted during the night, the man’s right arm still tucked around your body but not firmly locked around your hips as it had been the night before. You were still pressed snuggly against his side, the entirety of your body pressed into his; your right leg resting comfortably on top of his thigh, your hand curled against his hairy chest. A lazy smile tugged at your lips as you finally managed to open your eyes, thankful that it was still fairly dark in the room. Being at the far corner of the base did have its advantages, especially when you needed another half hour to face the sun. 

Screwing your eyes up in another hard couple of blinks, the bleariness of sleep gave way to an eyeful of Cole’s chest, your own fist closing and squeezing a few times before you stole a glance up. Your smile grew into a full grin as you caught sight of Cole’s sleeping visage, warmth blooming through out you as you studied the man for a moment. In the growing light, you could see the smattering of freckles that covered his skin from head to toe from years of exposure to the New Mexico sunlight. His hair was damn near chocolate color in the dimness of the room, but flecks of auburn and cinnamon were peeking through bit by bit as the sun continued to rise.

You resisted the urge to snort as the man gave one quick snort in his sleep, biting hard on your bottom lip when he smacked his lips before his breathing evened out into quiet snores once more. The man had his left arm thrown over his face, but to you that did nothing to conceal his high cheekbones and battle crooked nose. A blush climbed into your face and crept down your chest, absolutely taken by how much you adored him.

Still, your bladder demanded reprieve and you needed to move before it became too late. You gingerly began to lift your leg off his, hand opening to gently smooth across his chest so you could fully untangle yourself from him without interrupting the man’s sleep. Once your legs were free from the man, you were able to scoot towards the bottom edge of the bed, carefully moving inch by inch so you didn’t jostle the man. As soon as your feet began to dangle over the edge of the bed, you pushed yourself the rest of the way off of the bed, tugging your long sleep shirt back down and rushing to the small, connected bathroom.

Gibraltar’s bathrooms were fairly simplistic, if not industrial; an open concept shower with shelves on the outside stacked with towels, toiletries and aloe vera plants. A small wall separated the shower and the toilet, the toilet neatly tucked in the corner and away from the entrance to the room. You didn’t waste time turning the lights on, sunlight beginning to filter past the frosted glass windows of the room and sending beams of sunlight against the mirror over the sink. Rushing towards the toilet you quickly finished your business, squeaking softly as the bidet activated as you finished, sleep quickly chased away as soon as the device cleaned you off. Might as well get started on the day.

Pattering over to the sink you quickly washed your hands, giving yourself a quick once over in the mirror before grabbing your toothbrush. Weary eyes and bedhead greeted your view, somehow managing to avoid the dregs of bedhead despite not pulling your hair up or wrapping it before falling asleep. Making a mental note, you knew you’d have to teasingly thank the cowboy for saving you from a completely bad hair day. Squirting a glob of toothpaste onto the brush, you leaned over the sink, eyes closing as you idly swayed side to side as you brushed your teeth. Your mind sleepily wandered over plans for the day and what to make for breakfast until your thought process was suddenly interrupted by two hands gliding over your hips. You sputtered, toothpaste dribbling down your chin in surprise as your eyes snapped open, greeted by the amused, half-lidded reflection of your boyfriend behind you.

“Jesus Cole”, you murmured, shifting your toothbrush to the side and grabbing a Kleenex from the shelf to wipe your face. “You scared me half to death!”

His hands gently rubbed your hips in small circles apologetically, the man dipping down to press a kiss to the back of your head, nuzzling into your hair as he stifled a yawn.

“’m sorry sugar”, he hummed, the sleep clinging to his voice dragging it down a few octaves. You were sure he felt the shiver that ran down your spine, his hands inching from your waist to your stomach, thumbs rubbing in comforting circles. “Woke up alone…”

He trailed off for a moment as you spit the remnants of toothpaste from your mouth and rinsed before fully leaning backwards into the man, the softness of his touch and torso contrasted by the hardness pressed against your ass. Cole had no problem admitting her was a clingy man, if you were in the room, he wanted to have some part of your touching him. Waking up without you there had probably sent the man into auto-pilot, seeking you out until he could hold you in his arms once more. Heat began to swirl lazily in you at his touch, his calloused fingers working small circles higher and higher, pausing until you rolled your hips back against his needily. A pleased rumble started low in his chest, the quiet growl growing when his fingertips grazed the underside of your breasts. Tilting your head back, your gazes locked, the needy hunger you shared making your entire body tremble.

“Damn”, Cole moaned softly, head canting to the side of yours as he pressed a hard kiss to your temple, your breasts suddenly engulfed in his hands. His thumbs barely grazed your nipples, your entire body jumping at the contact and moaning at his covered length pushing more insistently against your bare ass.  “Y’know I can’t control myself when ya look at me like that, darlin’.”

“Then don’t”, you sighed, falling forward as his fingers rolled your nipples lightly, propping yourself up on the sink.

Groaning, Cole fell with you, nipping at the shell of your ear each time he tweaked your sensitive nubs, thighs squeezing tighter and tighter as each movement sent pure electricity into your clit. The man did not relent as you hips rolled and grinded hard against his boxer-briefs, the sensation of fabric making your overly sensitive pussy cry out for direct stimulation. You could the growing wet spot on Cole’s underwear, unsure if it was only you that could be blamed or if his cock was spilling pre-cum. Both of you were growing erratic, you legs shaking as you tried to press into him to provide some reprieve for your throbbing clit, him grinding into you as if the action would allow him to easily slip through the layers of fabric and inside. He refused to relinquish his hold on your breasts for the moment, husky breathing teasing your ears before pausing for one pregnant moment.

“Fuck!”

Your body jerked before melting, Cole’s teeth nibbling at the crux of your shoulder and neck before sinking in, the t-shirt providing little barrier from the delectably stinging onslaught. The way he pulled one hand away from your breasts to yank the neck of the shirt over, smothering the heated area with kisses made your heart flutter, knees wobbling as you clutched even harder at the sink to stay up. A whimper tumbled from your lips as his right hand dragged down your body and cupped your mound, one of his fingers barely dragging across the slit of your cunt. He inhaled sharply against your skin, his palm massaging your mound.

“Please”, you breathed as he applied more pressure, his fingers slipping up and down, pulling away right before he reached your clit. You whined as your eyes slipped closed and pleading words fell from you like a prayer. Heat and need poured from you like water, the man’s hand pulling back just slightly when you ground your hips down, the teasing making your head grow fuzzy. “Please Cole, pretty please.”

Stars burst behind your eyes for the briefest second as your knees fully buckled, the man firmly rolling two fingers around your overly sensitive clit. Pleasure raced through your body, your hands scrambling for purchase on the sink as you began to fall.

“Woah there”, Cole breathed out, hand quickly pulling away so his arm could wrap tight around your hips, his other arm wrapped right under your breasts. “Wasn’t expectin’ that huh?

Heat exploded in your cheeks as you finally managed to peek your eyes back open, twisting your head away from your reflection as it seared itself into your mind. You had come apart just from one direct touch, lips parted and eyes half-lidded, the ravenous look of Cole’s lust darkened eyes and ruddy cheeks making you want to take another plunge into pleasure.

“N-no”, you murmured petulantly before wiggling slightly, the man’s hold not loosening from around you. Lifting your arm weakly, you pointed towards the door, sticking your bottom lip out in a pleading pout. “Bed now? My legs ain’t gonna work through another round like that.”

You laid on the sugar thickly, a grin spreading on your lips as a husky grunt of affirmation rumbled against your back. It wasn’t needed but you knew the man loved his compliments, praise being a huge ‘secret not so secret’ kink of his. Twisting you around, you squealed as Cole’s hand slipped from around you hips to under your ass and thighs, the man quickly lifting you up using his prosthetic arm before balancing out with his other. His hands slid down to massage at your thighs as they wrapped around his hips, arms holding on tight to him as he sauntered back over to the bedroom.

“Oh baby you are incredible”, you hummed softly as you tilted your head forward, gently pressing your forehead against his, trapping his messy bangs between the both of you. You pressed several hard kisses to his lips, dissolving into half a dozen pecks, your fingers rubbing small circles against the back of his neck. “How am I supposed to think when you’re driving me crazy like this?”

You could feel the heat rise against the back of his neck, a pleased flush making the subtle freckles pop against his sun-kissed skin. His fingers dug into your thighs, enough pressure to let you know your words were boring straight to his core, his head dipping down and capturing your lips in a hard kiss. You melted into his touch, your arms wrapping even tighter about his shoulders as your torso fully leaned into his, nails scratching at the back of his neck and hair. Every ounce of growing need kept your lips locked with his, your teeth grazing at his lips only for him to catch your bottom lip between his, a desperate whine pulled from your chest.

“You stealin’ my words now darlin’”, Cole breathed heavily as he pulled away from you, tongue swiping out to taste your lips as his knee hit the bed. “Careful now.”

Cole was careful as he climbed onto the bed, your arms still locked around him as he dropped both of your legs onto the bed and trapped you between his. Your face burned as you stared up at the man, his gaze dancing over every single inch of your body as you returned the favor. There were times you forgot what a thick man he was; broad, muscular shoulders giving way to full, cup-able pecs and a solid set of abs covered in a soft layer of fat and hair. You had called the man a bear more times than you could count, Cole taking pride in the fact and patting his stomach or his thighs whenever he wanted your attention. Right now, however, his hands were playing with the waistband of his underwear, your breath catching in your chest as your eyes continued to trail downward.

His dick hung thick, hard and ready, the forest of pubic hair disappearing behind the grey and red waistband but you knew what lay just beyond. The fabric had been completely saturated in wetness, his precum beginning to bead through the fabric, his cock twitching under your hungry gaze. Your hand finally moved away from the back of his neck, working slowly down his chest to tweak at a nipple before it continued its journey towards its goal. Three of your fingers hooked into the waistband alongside his, your eyes pulling up from his cock, over his body and locking with his gaze again. Slow, heady breaths fell from his lips as you both paused, waiting to see who would act first. Smiling, you slowly lifted your brows in a teasingly demure manner.

“Please baby?”

Your tone dipped, desire making your tone husky, arching your back to push out your breasts, fingers gliding left and right playfully. Both of you adored taking charge at time but right now you wanted him to devour you alive, to fill you up and ravish you in a way only he knew how. Cole’s nostrils flared as his eyes broke away from your own to drink you in, hands clumsily pushing the underwear away and kicking them away behind him. Your head swam as you spread your legs further for him, eyes lingering on his thick, ruddy cock as he inched closer to you, his hand pumping his length as he fell over you. He swiped his length against your cunt once, then twice, his dick coated in your essence before he nestled himself between you lips, pushing forward agonizingly slow.

“Damn you feel so good”, Cole moaned, his head tilted back as he tried to hold some semblance of control and not slam into you completely.

His hand drifted dazedly from his cock to your hips, the tips of his fingers pressing into the flesh possessively as he sank into you inch by inch. Your breath caught in your throat as your walls hungrily sucked him in, whining low as he bottomed out and held you in place. Cole wanted to savor the feeling of your walls around him, letting out a slow hiss as he pulled back before slowly tilting his hips forward once more. You were so delightfully full of Cole, his cock thick and lightly curved upward, teasing every inch of your cunt while lightly teasing your g-spot with every thrust in. The cowboy’s thrusts were always so deliberate, at least at the beginning, because he wanted to twist you up higher and higher so you both could come tumbling down together.

Your hands twisted into the sheets with the first thrust, clawing and scrambling against the fabric for some type of purchase as he set that spine tingling pace. Tilting your head back, your eyes squeezed up tight as you felt the head of his cock brush against that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over, the man pulling half way out before sliding into you slow and steady. Your mind was growing hazy, getting lost in his touch as you rocked against him desperately, his hands tightening around your hip before releasing them. Trying to catch your breath if even for a moment, you squealed as the man’s hands traveled down your side and moved to under your knees. Your eyes snapped open as you looked at him, the man’s gaze half-lidded, the hungry wanton look in your eyes making your squeeze around the man in anticipation.

“C-Cole fuck!”

Cole had pinned your knees in place, the man’s hips pulling back briefly before snapping forward, his thighs clapping against your ass. You could barely breathe, the man was even deeper than he was before, your wetness punctuating each move he made when he drilled inside of you. A part of you wanted to look away, to squeeze your eyes tight and get lost in the feeling but Cole had pinned you in place, dark eyes glowing with loving desire.

“You look so damn pretty”, Cole sighed, punctuating each word with another snap of his hips, his words pouring over you like honey and setting every inch of your body aflame.

You finally managed to break eye contact, each snapping thrust making your head grow fuzzier and fuzzier, the back of your palms pressed against your eyes and cheeks to chase some coolness, some calm back into your body. You were coming undone in his arms and he knew it, Cole pressing even closer to you and settling your thighs on his hips and leaning close to you, completely enveloping you in the scent of tobacco leaves and musk and him. His cock throbbed hard inside of you as your legs wrapped about his thighs, pulling him even closer, a silent plead for him to end you.

“Come on now angel”, he sighed, voice tight with control, gently coaxing your hands away from your face with his own, your arms wrapping him to stabilize yourself somehow. “Don’t hide yer pretty face from me.”

His thrust picked up, his lips capturing the screaming moan that escaped them, his hands framing your face as he fucked you relentlessly. Nipping, licking, growling against your mouth and lips and tongue, his thumbs worked slow methodical circles against your face, the tender strokes punctuated by the unabated drive of his hips into your own. Your body began to come undone bit by bit; toes pointing hard as your thighs began to quiver, nails clawing at his shoulders as your walls milked the man. Cole kissed you through your orgasm, grunts and moans of praise tangling between both of your lips, his forehead crushed hard against your as the smack of his skin against yours grew faster and uneven.

“Please Cass”, you breathed against his lips, your body still riding wave after wave of pleasure, wanting to feel him spill inside of you. Your walls milked him even more as you felt him begin to throb, his body on the verge of falling completely over the precipice. “Please fill me up, please I need you baby, I want all of you. Every drop. Please”

Your words slurred as Cole buried his head in the crook of your neck, quiet promises falling against your skin as his hips slammed into your twice more before freezing. Shivering you pressed your lips to the top of his head, each throb of his cock sending bursts of lava throughout your center, your arms tightening even more about his shoulders. Cole was careful to not drop his entire weight on you as your legs finally released him, the man nuzzling into the side of your neck and pressing tender kiss after kiss against your dewy skin.

“Nmmmm I love you darlin’”, he murmured into the side of your neck, as your hands began to card through his hard slowly.

“Love you too Cole”, you hummed softly before stifling a small chuckle, the man inquisitively grunting against your skin. “But you might hate me…I gotta pee again…”

[skyelentnight]

I feel like the Akira meme when I indulge in Miguelxreader fics only to be met with the memory of broken Spanish fics I used to make with Reaperxreader fics

[league-of-sam]

Catching A Ghost | Simon 'GHOST' Riley

Ghost x Reader

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Simon 'GHOST' Riley x AFAB!Reader!OC 18+ MINORS DNI! t.w // angst, mental health, language, violence, death, sexual themes/SMUT, military inaccuracies, language inaccuracies (google translate).

Catching A Ghost: Masterlist

Splashes of water as cold and sharp as ice cut at your face as you sped across the surface of the ocean, packed into a boat with Graves, Soap and Alejandro.

You had managed to contact Shepherd, who found that there was an oil rig only 400 miles off the coast, where the cartel had been using it as a dead drop, with a cargo ship anchored not 500 meters away. There, a large container was seen on surveillance being moved from the ship to the rig.

If the missile was anywhere, it'd be there.

Ghost was leading the first team boat, comprising of him and Shadow Company. They would be infiltrating the ship. You and Alejandro made up the second team, heading to the rig along with the third team; Soap and Graves.

Your clothing and tactical gear was soaked through, mask now completely stuck to your face. You clutched your gun in your hands, listening as the others reviewed the plan.

On arrival, you were the first to leave the boat, Alejandro boosting you up to the metal bars. Once you were up, you began expertly climbing, weaving in and out of the structure. The others opted to climb up using the ropes, but you were no stranger to a little acrobatics.

"Reaper, slow down! We're not up and ready yet." Graves said through your comms.

"Negative, Shadow." you grunted, "haul ass."

Despite your method being supposedly slower, you reached the platform before they did, and had taken out three unsuspecting guards while you waited.

"Damn, Reaper." Graves said as he reached the platform.

"I don't know why you keep acting so surprised." you said, offering your hand to pull him over.

The minute the teams were on the platform, you split off, all of you putting your various training and skills to the ultimate test. 

You went ahead alone, opting to use your knives where you could. 

The others were just slowing you down.

"Shadow to Reaper, where the hell are you?" 

"Clearing staircase to main deck." you grunted, slamming your knife into the body in front of you before pushing him overboard.

"Already?"

"When the Reaper comes, death is sure to follow." you said, making your voice gravelly and low.

A chuckle erupted over comms, "Was that supposed to be Batman?"

"Yes, Soap, it was. You tryin' to tell me it wasn't?"

"6-2, 7-1. Focus up." 

"Boo, you're no fun, Ghost."

"Oh really?"

You decided not to answer, only smirking as you stood cockily on the stairs, watching the rest of your team weave around the bodies as they came to you.

"Reaper on your left!" Soap yelled to you.

As you turned, a cartel member ran at you full speed, clearly with the intent of trying to push you overboard. With the dark of the night and the rain pouring, it made it difficult to spot him, and he managed to get you down, cutting your arm with a knife.

You let out an angered yell, using all the strength you had to lift the man with your legs, kicking him backwards over the railing.

A little move that Alex had taught you.

"Reaper! Baby you good?" Graves said, pushing Soap out of the way to help you off the ground.

Your arm was bleeding, a gash along your bicep. He moved your arm to look, and you winced.

"You okay, carino?" Alejandro said once he caught up to you.

"Yeah, 'm good." you nodded, ripping a strip from your shirt to bind the wound. "Let's go."

Bursting through the doors, you rolled over to avoid the incoming fire, shooting your own bullets into the cartel men, all of them taking their last breath. The others followed you in as Ghost confirmed his status on the boat.

"All Shadows, force out! I want eyes on that container now!"

You followed your team outside, shooting as best as you could as the rain drove down on top of you. It was almost impossible to see.

"Shadow-1, Ghost, visual on flares coming from the rig! What's your status, over?"

"They're signalling the ship! They're gonna launch that missile!" Soap yelled back.

The pace of everyone quickened, then, as panic set in. 

If that missile went, there's no telling the damage it'd cause.

With Soap and Alejandro covering, you and Graves nodded to each other, and ran for the missile. You were slipping and sliding, rolling and tumbling, vaulting over various bits of machinery that was in your path to get there. 

Bullets mixed with rain, your hair was slick to your head, eyes barely open as you squinted to see. 

Oh my god.

The missile was in sight.

"Actual, this is Shadow-1. Rig is secure. Moving onto the container now." Graves communicated.

"Roger that. Confirm when the objective is neutralised." Shepherd responded.

Soap had caught up to the two of you, pulling the doors of the container open, only to find it completely empty.

"Where are the controls?" he said.

"On that damn ship."

"Ghost! The controls aren't here! They're on the ship!" you said, turning to run back to the boats.

"Copy that, Boo."

You ran as quick as your feet could carry you on the slippery metal of the deck, winding down to find Alejandro, the two of you taking overwatch. 

Soap and Graves jumped back into one of the boats, speeding to the ship. Ghost's yelling could be heard, saying he'd found the missile controls on the bridge. You watched in horror as their boat crash landed onto the ship, sniping any enemy that came even remotely close to your boys. 

"Alejandro, maintain overwatch from the rig! We're forcing up." Ghost said.

"Copy that, hermano! (Y/N) and I have got you covered."

The sounds coming through the comms were pure chaos, as everyone yelled out orders and directions of enemies. 

It was a full on battle.

Finally, the team was able to make it to the bridge, taking out the last of the cartel members and securing the missile controls.

"Eyes on the controls, tappin' in...Fuck! We can't disarm it."

"Why?" Ghost asked.

"It's too late."

"What? You have to!" you yelled.

"There's no abort code?" Said Soap.

"Yeah, well that window's closed on that, boys...Gold Eagle, Actual, this is Shadow-1. Missile's in boost phase about to burn, how copy?"

"Solid, Shadow. If we can't disarm, then we detonate."

"What? Sir, surely not?" you said to Shepherd.

Just another reason you didn't trust him.

"Soap, get on the controls - we're gonna have to do this together. Now the clock is ticking. So we gotta move, brother. Alright?"

You and Alejandro could do nothing but listen as they ran through the process, trying to divert the missile.

"We're gonna take out the oil rig with the missile." Shepherd instructed.

"Alejandro and Reaper are back there with the Shadows." Soap interjected.

"Oh my god- Reaper, all stations, clear the rig now, I say again- clear the rig!"

You did not need to be told twice by Ghost to burst into action.

Dragging Alejandro by his hand, and yelling to the other Shadows, you ran through the decks, not even paying attention to your comms anymore.

That missile was gonna blow in less than a minute, and you will die if you're anywhere near it when it does.

You jumped into the boat, everyone piling in before a Shadow set it full speed, floating you away from the carnage. As you pulled up next to the ship, you turned, just in time to see the missile fly into the air.

Stood next to Alejandro, you marvelled - despite being so deadly, it was a fucking sight. The blast went off, erupting the ocean. You could hear the shattering of glass above you, the black of the night sky lit up a magnificent mixture of oranges and yellows. Alejandro had turned you, shielding you from any debris that may have come your way.

"Steamin' bloody jesus." You heard Soap mutter.

"Alejandro, you okay?"

"Holy mother of God- that was fucking crazy, man!" he said from next to you, shaking you slightly from his excitement.

"You safe?" Soap asked.

"Yeah, you?"

"All good here, hermano."

"Reaper you good?" Ghost asked.

"That was fuckin' insane! I understand why Soap wanks over demolition videos now."

"Oh my god for the last time I don't do that-"

That was it.

Mission complete.

Getting back to the cars waiting ashore, you reunited with the other half of the team, sharing hugs with Soap. 

Ghost approached you, gently taking your arm in his hand, pulling off your makeshift bandage. You let out a hiss, the pain now catching up to you now that the adrenaline of the mission had worn off.

You looked up at him, his eyes filled with a level of concern that made your heart flutter. 

Opening your mouth to speak, you were cut off.

"Ride with me, my Shadow medic can patch you up." Graves said, walking over to stand with the two of you.

"I'm more than capable of patching myself up-"

"Go with him, Price. Get it done properly." Ghost said, dropping your arm.

Your own hand went to grasp at the wound, the loss of Ghost somehow making it hurt more. You went to protest, but he'd already walked away, and you caught the back of him climbing into the last car with Soap.

"C'mon, darlin'." Graves spoke softly, placing a supportive hand on the back of your shoulder.

You frowned, but turned to look at your ex-fiancé, nodding. He grinned widely, and led you to the car. 

The journey back to the compound was silent, aside from Graves reporting to Shepherd in hushed tones, or constantly turning to make sure that his medic was taking good care of you. By the time you were pulling up to the gates, you had fresh stitches and a clean bandage. 

You watched through the window as your car was allowed past the checkpoint, but then a hand went up, stopping your teams cars from proceeding. Alejandro, Ghost, and Soap exited their vehicle, only to be cut off by Shadow soldiers.

"What are they doing?" you said to Graves.

He turned, sighing, "This'll just take a minute, stay here." 

With that, he got out of the car, leaving you in it with the medic and one other soldier.

"Fuck that." you said, and swung the door open, jumping out and slamming it behind you.

"What's this?" Alejandro said.

"This is the immediate future." Graves replied. "Damn it, (Y/N), I said stay in the car."

"What the fuck are you doing?" you said.

You moved your hand to rest on the pistol strapped to your sides, looking from Alejandro, to Soap, to Ghost, with panicked eyes. There was five Shadows and Graves between them and you. 

Something wasn't right.

"Step away from the gate."

[livealittleoc-cb]

⁇ for Leo — Moonbyul @clubwnderland

?? for Jay — Irene

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

Text from Leo the Lion 🦁

2 AM

🎐: hey darlin~

🎐: been rhinkkng about ou

🎐: you pre

🎐: prrtty

🎐: bella, bellissima, carino

🎐: s hope to se more of u

🎐: yure interesting

Text from Jay the Reaper 🗡️

2:45 AM

💀: at the cub

💀: some guyz kep buing me drinkz

💀: I feel fubby

💀: me not drunz tho

💀: I hope theyz leave me alkne

💀: alkne

💀: alone

💀: sripud phoen

[the-devil-hunter63]

@mcchilipeppa the fuck? But this was funny

[fareehasgf]

@reapers-carino I just wanted draw something for my favourite Overwatch blog so I jumped on the bandwagon and did your OC with Reaper. Take note: I can’t draw men for the life of me but I’ll die trying.

[lenaoxton]

@reapers-carino he’s a giant teddy bear and loves giving bear hugs like u think reinhardts hugs hurt? try hugging gabe u will break 5 ribs @hackeadx yes and he probably has a different colors beanie for each day of the week just to mix things up a little @stresdout he would straight up leave a UN meeting cos he saw a dog outside the window of the meeting room @omnicbro honestly i bet he’s rlly good at comforting people? cos he grew up w/ younger siblings and always took it upon himself to make sure they were never sad @pixxling and i bet they stop for ice cream right after even tho they just ate cos gabriel just can’t say no to either of them @sweetasexual pls im the exact same way, he has the ‘fire cannot kill a dragon’ mindset when it comes to spicy food but still ends up w/a burning mouth, rip

[talesfromlissom]

Hi can I request a headcanon for soldier 76, reaper, and hanzo, where a male s/o dresses like vintage icons like Josephine baker and Marilyn Monroe, but is also a badass spy.

A/N: Lol, might end up coming back to this and writing skits

                                                ──•~❉+❉~•──

Soldier:76

 » He had always wondered why you had so many dresses, wigs, and other accessories in your closet. And why makeup littered your nightstand

 » he found it out, when he was given a mission for infiltration, you, Zenyatta and him were supposed to go to an extravagant party helping omnics in crisis, however, it seemed that anti-omnic groups wanted to place harm upon the guests.

 » When you stepped onto the ship, you looked like a completely different person, then again he did too, suits were never his thing

 » There you were, looking like you were straight out of a 60’s movie

 » The party was going fine, and based on all the information getting to him and overwatch headquarters, he knew this mission would go fine

 » Until you went missing that is

 » Zenyatta had come up to him saying that you had left to go get some more drinks, but hadn’t returned

 » Jack searched for you, and then found you outside, make-up smeared across your face, and two bodies below your feet

 » “I found the terrorists.” is all you said before Jack felt like his knees could cave in under him

 » God, he thought you were so hot

 » “What are you looking at, farm boy?”

“Fuck me.”

“Hold on-”

Reaper

 » Infiltration and flanking was his specialty, so he was surprised when you, his sweet (Y/N), was going to be the one infiltrating instead

 » And yet, here he was, staring at you like you were one of those actresses in those old movies Jack used to like watching

 » your  job was simple, he had to catch and apprehend the boss of a famous business, as it seemed he was giving information to overwatch 

 » it was easy getting you in, but it would be harder to get you out 

 » his blood boiled when he watched you get handsy with the boss, and the boss seemed to enjoy it 

 » he lost sight of you when you left the office, and he felt so panicked

 » until your comm came on, stating that you had the guy with you

 » It was even more interesting when he found you on the roof with the man slung over your shoulder and grinning

 » “You should wear that more often, Carino~.” He’d purr, and then Sombra would tease you two

 » Let’s just say you don’t use this look just for missions anymore

 » “I think I might’ve broken his nose.” 

“Doomfist will most likely kill him anyways.”

“good.” You said. “The guy didn’t respect women at all. He kept eyeballing my ass the entire time.” 

Hanzo

 » “Who are you and what have you done with (Y/N)?” headass

 » You then spoke to him, and that’s when he knew, you also explained the mission you were going on

 » it was highly dangerous, you were not going to be given backup??? what???

 » Basically, you had to catch the eye of a crime lord in las vegas, and that made his blood boil, you were his damn it.

 » you left a few hours, joking that you’d bring him a custom poker chipset

 » It had been three days and still no word from you...until you put out a distress signal

 » nobody has ever seen Hanzo get onto a dropship faster, he was even faster than tracer was

 » he arrived on the scene, expecting to take them by surprise, but then the boss’ men began to let out cries and shout at each other

 » he snuck down and into the area, taking out a few men, but paused, hearing grunts of pain down the hall

 » he came across you in a hallway, littered with unconscious guards, and your dress was ripped

 » “Uh...I got the poker chip set you wanted?”

“I did not ask for a poker chipset.”

“It has dragons on it.” 

“Dragons?” 

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Hello~! I don't know if you already made it, or if anyone has already asked (if so, please, feel free to ignore this), but do you have rec' for other overwatch imagines tumblr? Also I really love your work, have a nice day

Thing is the people that I would recommend or praise have either moved onto other works or have remained inactive for quite sometime. But I will still praise some people regardless. People like @zarcake-writes @tacticalvisor76 and @lynnocuous have always brighten my day with their creative works. Some that are inactive but still praise are people such as @deathblossomready @alexiela73 and @reapers-carino . As for some spicy Overwatch x Reader writers that I am currently binging are @hostilewitness-ao3 who has this real good Beauty and the Beast AU (with Reader X Reaper) going on that I can’t recommend enough.

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You guys are open to send in requests, by the way! It takes me longer to write cuz I have less free time and spoons but I have been working on previous requests and new ones can help with my creative process!

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Bones

Chapter 5 of my Reaper x Fem!Reader on Wattpad! (First post on this account has the link)

CW: suggestive themes and alcohol

Thrashing this way and that had been become painfully usual to you in the recent weeks.  Reaper hadn't returned like he said he would, making this his longest leave of absence, one that was over three months long.

You'd be a fool to say you weren't worried for him, hell, how could you not be? The last time you saw him he had been vomiting something foul, something you couldn't define.

Your thoughts had been keeping you up, turning you into a mini insomniac, even though you barely knew the guy, your heart ached for his well being, for him.  You groaned as you finally decided to get out of bed, work was in just a few hours and you'd be going without a wink of sleep, just peachy.

You lazily made your way out of bed, deciding to get a little fancy with your makeup this time around, you had an extra hour to spare after all.  You ended up going with a light Smokey eye with a few red accents at the corners of your look.  You went with a slightly red highlighter and lip in attempt to tie the whole thing together, somehow you managed.

Satisfied with your makeup you did your hair and threw on your clothes, breakfast would have to be quick, due to your makeup extravaganza.  Not checking the time would nearly make you tardy this time around, just what you get for moping in your room.

Grabbing an apple and sinking your teeth into the fruit, you headed out of your apartment, the bar being just around the corner meant you could walk there. That didn't mean it was a fun walk, you managed to live in the worst part of town, only reason you did was because it was the only place you could afford.

The streets were old and caked with dirt, the sidewalk had too many cracks to count, and the street lights flickered constantly, not something nice to see at night. What was even better was that you had the night shift at the bar, meaning you slept during the day and your shift started at nine at night, which meant you had to walk alone, in the dark. Super comforting.

You fidgeted with your hands as you made your way to your job, stress whining down as you got closer and closer to your goal. You'd never had anything odd happen to you on these streets, and tonight wasn't an exception, you sighed as you entered the bar, glad to see some usuals already on their drinks.

You quickly made your way behind the bar counter, eager to start your job in attempts to distract yourself from the empty hole that plagued your stomach, you'd never admit it, but the stress was eating at you.

Forcing on a fake smile you took people's orders, pretending like you didn't hear their condescending comments or remarks on your appearance, you just didn't have the stomach to respond.

The small hole in the wall bar quickly went from desolate to packed in under an hour, it almost seemed like the bar was trying to make you loose your shit.  The people weren't letting up and neither were their comments, going from light hearted and flirty to dominant and slightly scary.

Had it always been like this in the bar?  People being flat out rude and awful, or had you managed to block it out all this time?  Whatever the answer was didn't matter, this was your job and you sure as hell weren't about to crumble from the awful remarks.

"Hey sweetie, how bout you get me another drink,"  an inebriated bar goer asked, he was at least a little polite, his eyes seemed to linger on your breasts, but at least he didn't attempt to touch them.

You flashed him a fake smile as you began to make him another beer, this was around his seventh one, the alcohol percentage wasn't very high, but you made a mental note to cut him off after he asked for another.

Sliding the drink over to him you made sure to lean just a bit, a tease like that was fairly popular with the guys, you were sure to squeeze a few extra bucks out of the guy.

With a light smile you began to walk over to another drunk, when the shops bell rung, alerting you that someone had entered.

You snapped your head to the door, standing there was none other then the man who you'd been yearning to see for months.

You stopped dead in your tracks as the customers seemed to not notice him, this surprised you as his demanding presence seemed to override you. Maybe that was because his gaze seemed locked on you, even if you couldn't see his face.

He took long strides towards you, his boots making themselves heard, somehow his mask never left your face, it nearly seemed trained on you.

For the first time in months you were terrified of him, terrified of what he could to do you, of what he might say to you.  A sharp shiver made its way down your spine as he started to slow his pace.  He spun the empty bar stool in his

direction so he could take a seat, the mask that lay on his face never leaving your form.

His demeanor had changed from laid back and warm to cold and brash, similar to the first time you saw him, but this version was more intimidating by ten fold.  His deep, worn out voice seemed horse and dry, he sounded as if he'd been through something, something bad.

"You know what I want."

You responded with a sharp nod, eyes quickly planting on the glass in front of you.  Your grip was shaky and unreliable as bullets of panic rang in your ears.  You spilled the drink a bit but gave it to him no less, if there was even one more person in the bar you wouldn't of heard his small laugh at your expense.

"Nervous, are we?"

He subtly said, a tinge of confidence lingering in his voice.  He took the drink up to his lips as he finally tore his gaze away from you, instead he focused on his drink.

A wave of relief washed over you, allowing your fists to unclench and your features to soften.  You relaxed into the counter top behind you, it was getting a bit a late, maybe one or so and people started to head out, but plenty stayed behind, especially the masked man that had taken such a liking to you.

His eyes started to linger over your form once more, if you weren't mistaken you could've sworn he looked you up and down, judging by the slight nod of his head.

"Need something," you muttered, eyes now glued onto his, a surge of confidence somehow rising up.

He chuckled at your change of personality, responding by chugging his drink and sliding the empty glass over to you, his head leaning slightly forward as a signal to refill his glass.

You gave him a sly smile, not exactly intent on letting him catch a peak of anything, but intrigued on the dance of gestures the two of you were entranced in.

It seemed as though the two of you were having a conversation even though words were barely spoken, that didn't mean fear completely left you, jut meant you had calmed a bit.

You looked into his eyes with an emotion neither of you could quite place, all you knew was that he seemed compelled by your intentions.

The smooth liquor poured into the glass, inducing a warm sound emerging from the cup.  It seemed as though your senses were amplified in the strange air that lingered between the two of you.  All of your fear was gone while his rough demeanor had washed away. 

You hummed into a gentle slide of the drink in his general direction, a soft sentence left your lips while you went through the motions.

"This one is on the house," you said with a light tap on his shoulder, the tips of your fingers lingered a bit, playing with the material of his hoodie.

Truthfully, you'd never been one to tease, flirt, or start anything like this, but your senses seemed to be on fire in his presence, and from what you could tell, it was the same for him.

He seemed to shudder under your touch, his entire body was leaning into yours, yet he used his other hand to take yours off his shoulder.

"Why don't you buy me dinner first, carino" he teased back, a smirk obvious in his words.

A bit surprised at his counter, you went a bit deeper, truthfully curious on the matter.

"How bout I get a name first, reaper," a smirk was clear as day on your face, while he seemed a bit taken aback by your question, he clearly didn't have much of an intention to give it to you.

"I don't exactly give out my name," he chuckled, laughs going between each word, "let's just say I'm trying to, hide, from certain people," he muttered out the last part, obviously trying to make this whole thing look a bit better for him, "but you can call me Reyes," he finished, seeming a bit caught off guard by the whole encounter.

You were a bit surprised that he gave you his name, whether it was because he was a bit inebriated or that there was an undeniable sense of flirtatious smell in the air didn't matter to you, you were flattered nonetheless.

Putting a hand on his, left him confused, but what you said next really knocked his socks off.

"I'm honored you trust me enough, Reyes," a small smile was left on your face after the last part, his hesitation telling you exactly what your words and movements did to him.  His lingering hesitation also allowed you to realize that a bit of your top was showing, leaving you partially exposed.

A fierce blush took over your features as you quickly buttoned up your loose shirt, how two buttons managed to come undone was beyond you. 

His eyes lingered over your form as you attempted to regain some modesty, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you became comfortable again.

"S-sorry bout tha-that," you stuttered out, obviously flustered over your lack of care in your upper half.

He only nodded as he tried to distract himself with a large gulp of his liquor, obviously not over the treat to his eyes.

After the two of you cooled down a bit, he spoke up, a bit of sorrow burrowing it's way into his words.

"About all those months ago, sorry, I should've known something would come up," he spoke, slight strain in his voice from talking so much.

You were caught off guard by this, he'd never been one to apologize for something, or even bring up your limited history.

Your features melted at this, your eyes becoming a bit glassy as you felt that you had been selfish, not even thinking about why he hadn't been present in the past months.

Tears pricked in your eyes due to the overwhelming feeling that you were a nuisance, and there was no way he could even reach you, hell, you didn't even give him your number.

"Hey hey hey," he started, standing up from his seat as an arm snaked over the counter to rest on your shoulder, "What's wrong, did I do something?"

His worry only made you feel worse, "no," a sniffle interrupted your response, "no, you didn't do anything, I'm just being stupid."

You muttered out, sniffles often interrupting you as his hand ran circles on your back, the few people that were still present a bit alarmed by your water works.

His hand cupped your cheek as he made his way behind the bar counter top, affectively getting closer to you, still allowing space between the two of you.

"Do you mind," he said with open arms, gesturing for a hug.  You quickly melted into him, knocking him off his feet a bit at your sudden movement, too eager to sob on the man that was currently your only source of comfort.

He hummed into the act of affection, a small melody played off his lips as he began to stroke your hair, giving most of the onlookers a cold hearted stare, a stare that made them turn the other way.

Your arms grasped at his sides before gently pushing off of him as you wiped your tears away, intent on continuing your job, or at least closing up.

"Thanks," you muttered out, sniffles surrounding your response to the embrace.

He merely nodded before diving his free hand into his pocket, holding out a generous wad of cash.

"Oh Reyes, I couldn't possibly," he cut you off, "no no no, I owe you, especially after tonight," he referenced a bit earlier when you were much less then modest, "and I tend to be a jerk."  He finished, a smile audible in his voice.

You reluctantly took the money, a smile evident on your face.  Before he could say his goodbye, you quickly got on the tips of your toes, planting a kiss on the side of his mask, just where his cheek would be.

He completely froze in his place, hesitating greatly before scratching the back of his head while averting his eyes.  He laughed a bit at his own embarrassment, causing you to take on a light blush, fidgeting with your hands as you waited for his response.

His hand cupped your cheek, his hesitation made it clear that he wanted to return your gesture, but he held himself back for a reason you didn't know.

"Thanks," he squeaked out, enticing a laugh from you at the sheer embarrassment of the man.

"Of course!" You giggled out, the full force of your emotions evident in your response.

He started to leave with a wave, walking backwards out of the bar while he slipped his hands into his hoodie, clearly happy with how the night played out.

You gave him a light wave back, also in total awe of your own forwardness.  Looking around you noticed that practically everyone had left the bar, all of your coworkers clocked out and you were left to close the bar, like usual.

Glancing down at the money Reyes gave you, you noticed some numbers written with permanent marker on one of the bills. 

It took you a second to realize that this was his number, meaning he must've planned to give you this, he couldn't of written it while you were on shift.

A maddening blush took over your face as you danced around in place, squealing at the magnificent night you had.

A/N hey bros!! Sorry about not writing oheshots for tumblr, I’ve been in the process of writing two of them but I sorta hate them both?? I’m in a spot where I don’t exactly know what to do with either of them. Hopefully they’ll be out soon, but until then, I hope you enjoy my favorite chapters from my ongoing long fics! (Side side note, I may have not spell checked this, sorry for typos!)

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Catching A Ghost | Simon 'GHOST' Riley

Ghost x Reader

CHAPTER THREE

Simon 'GHOST' Riley x AFAB!Reader!OC 18+ MINORS DNI! t.w // angst, mental health, language, violence, death, sexual themes/SMUT, military inaccuracies, language inaccuracies (google translate).

Catching A Ghost: Masterlist

Over the next few days, you spent time getting to know your team.

You learnt that Alejandro was the leader of Los Vaqueros, and Rudy was his second in command. They'd known each other for decades, and had one of the best relationships you'd ever witnessed. 

Soap had been hand-picked by your brother for the 141, having known both him and Ghost for several years also. He made the most effort to spend time with you, telling you all about his home life and his interests.

He was the youngest of four, with three sisters. His mother and father were still happily together, but he'd joined the military after not feeling like he fit in with his family. Your heart lurched for him, finding yourself placing a comforting hand on his thigh as he spoke to you. 

That's when he'd stared at you, an odd grin on his face.

"What?"

"Yer just bonnie, lieutenant." he said, smiling cheekily.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, "you're going to be trouble, aren't you, sergeant?"

"Maybe."

You knew Gaz and Alex fondly, so there was only one person left to get to know; 

Ghost.

He...was something else. 

He seemed to avoid you where he could, unless it was to ridicule your tactics or skill in training. 

The boys had you doing all sorts to gauge your abilities. First, they had you sparring in the ring, something you weren't keen on, and expressed as much. But who were you to defy direct orders from your Captain? None of them got in the ring with you, happy enough to watch you flatten some of the more eager Los Vaqueros soldiers that volunteered.

Next, your signature knife throwing. Possibly the only thing you did that earned you a slight compliment from the mask-wearer.

They'd set up several targets for you, and had you do multiple routines to show off your skill and accuracy. 

Every slam signalled a perfect bullseye.

"Fuckin' hell," Soap breathed, "She might even be better than you, L.T."

Soap nudged Ghost, earning a frustrated grunt.

"Yeah right." Ghost rolled his eyes.

You'd turned, smiling widely at your triumph as Price clapped you proudly on the back. You'd not heard Ghost's blatant criticism of you, but you had caught Alex's glare.

"Passed your tests yet, boys?" you quipped.

"You are very impressive, carino." Alejandro said, coming over to you and helping you collect your knives.

"Thank you, Alejandro."

"Please, call me Ale."

You smiled sweetly, before excusing yourself, leaving the men in the training area alone.

They murmured amongst themselves, all of them completely impressed by you, well...all of them except Ghost.

He just found your constant presence annoying, and then the fact that his own fucking team thought you were better than him? Absolutely not.

He was the lieutenant of this force, he was second in command. He was fucking Ghost. And having to adjust to someone of the same rank was not something he thought he'd ever have to do.

You'd made it clear you wouldn't be taking orders from him, too.

Every morning without fail, you'd been in his way. Every morning without fail, you did not recognise his presence. It grated on him, and the fact you gave him attitude every time he brought up your lack of skill only fuelled his fire more.

"Fuckin' hell, Reaper. It's like you're getting worse!" You groaned, turning to him, "Good morning to you too, Ghost. And for the last time, it's (Y/N)." "Ya actually startin' to piss me off." "Oh my god, have a day off!" "Want you in training early tomorrow, ya need to scrub up on those observing skills of yours." he muttered, pushing past you. You laughed, turning to continue plating up breakfast, "yeah, not fucking happening, hombre." "Excuse me?" "I'm not one of your sergeants, we're the same rank, sweetie. Can't make me do shit." you finished, a sweet smile on your face.

The two of you butting heads was not going unnoticed by the team, a lot of them groaning as they overheard the two of you argue every morning.

Barely any words were shared when you argued.

Mostly, it was brooding scowls thrown across the room, filling the air with tension.

You tried to resolve it, truly. You brought his breakfast to him every morning, offered to help him with training...but he didn't want to know.

And it stressed you the fuck out.

So much so, your nightmares had started again.

Your anxiety riddled your body to the point you were closing in on yourself, and sleeping through the night became a difficult task. Night after night, you found yourself sitting in the living room or at the kitchen island, fingers clung around a cup of tea, nose buried in a book.

Ghost had joined you once, his own book in his gloved hands. He'd slinked through the darkness, barely making a sound as he sat down opposite you.

He hadn't said a word to you, as if he knew why you were there. It only made the heat of your blush crawl further up your neck, and you sink further into the armchair you were huddled in.

Little did you know, he did.

He heard your sobs from your room, he'd shot up from his own the second he heard you stumble from your bed, grabbing his weapon. Opening his door the smallest crack, he watched as you ran silently to the bathroom, washing your face, before emerging again and descending the stairs.

When you hadn't returned twenty minutes later, he found himself confused as the concern raised in his chest.

Grabbing his own book, like he usually did at this time, he crept down the stairs, standing in the shadows to observe you.

He found you crying quietly, lips floating above your mug. The way your eyes fought to stay open, rapidly scanning the room, he knew exactly what had happened.

Since you'd arrived, he'd heard the whimpers from your room, and this...it just confirmed his thoughts. You were suffering with nightmares, and they were getting worse.

In silence, the two of you read, the only acknowledgement of the other being the stolen glances over the edges of the pages. You stayed like this, all the way until Price emerged, a raised eyebrow at the fact that you and Ghost were in the same room and not murdering each other.

But you welcomed it.

His silent presence gave you a sense of comfort, and seemingly, he felt it too.

Because after that, he didn't seem to try to hard to ridicule you. He didn't seem to bite at your attempts to wind him up. He even started giving you pointers of improvement in training, rather than just telling you that you were useless.

That didn't go unnoticed either.

"So, uh, are we gonna talk about how the L.T. has like...completely switched up on (Y/N)?" Soap said, approaching Rudy and Alex at the kitchen area.

Their eyes shifted to you.

You were with Alejandro, him timing how fast you were at taking apart and putting back together various weapons. You had a smile on your face as you spoke to the older man, the two of you in what seemed to be a very animated conversation, given the way your hands moved as you talked.

Across the room, was Ghost. Stood next to Price, but not paying a single ounce of attention to him. No, his eyes were on you. 

"I'll take whatever that is over them constantly arguing." Alex said, mouth full of his sandwich.

"They still argue." Rudy said.

"Yeah," Alex shrugged, "but not nearly as much as they have been. As long as it takes the pressure off her then I don't care."

"Pressure?" Soap questioned.

"She's not been a lieutenant for long, and...I just, I think there's something going on with her. She's not as bright as she used to be."

Soap looked confused, but ultimately set his eyes back on you, "Do ya know who she was engaged to?"

"C'mon man!" Alex responded, giving the Scot a hard thump, "is that all you think about?"

Soap shrugged, an amused smirk falling on his lips.

"I'm not telling you."

"What? She your girl and you just don't wanna say?"

Alex almost threw up at the suggestion. Sure, you were beyond beautiful, and you had the sweetest heart he'd ever known. But god, he could never think of you like that.

"Wha- ew! No, dude, she's like my fuckin' sister."

Gaz had joined the conversation now, finding the debate over your love life rather amusing, "there you go, Soap, I reckon you shoot your shot."

"Ya know what, Gaz? I think you're right."

"Get in there before Ghost does."

At that, the four men burst into laughter, tears immediately streaming.

You and Ghost.

Ghost and you.

Ghost and any woman.

Even the idea was completely, and utterly, hilarious to them.

You and Alejandro shared a look, before rising from your chairs, making your way over to the laughing men.

"What's so funny?" you asked, eyebrow raised.

"N-nothin', angel." Alex said, wiping his eyes, "nothing at all."

"Well, if nothin's funny, then you won't mind getting on with your training, would you?" a gruff voice came from behind.

The noises ceased, silence filling the room.

Ghost loomed behind, arms crossed tight over his chest, and eyes hard.

"Aye, L.T."

"Yes, sir."

"Affirm, sir."

The boys uttered out their responses, scurrying off to their respective stations and immediately starting on their training.

"Same goes for you, Reaper."

"Thought I told you already, I don't take orders from you, Ghost." you said, smirking.

With your chin held high, you walked in the opposite direction of your station, opting to sit at the mission table, feet propped up and leant back in your chair. Looking back at him, you threw him one more sweet smile, before picking up your knife, and beginning to clean it.

He felt himself going to retort, but stopped. He was letting you get under his skin...god knows why. 

But he was gonna put a stop to that mouth of yours.

Grumbling, he walked in the opposite direction, leaving you staring after him with a satisfied grin.

"You wanna stop winding up my lieutenant?" Price's voice came from behind you.

"I will when he stops treating me like I'm not worth his time." you shrugged.

Sighing, Price pulled a chair next to you, plopping down on it, "you're just new, love. He'll get used to ya in no time."

"But I'm not a rookie, John. I'm an L.T."

"Yeah, I know," he rubbed his brow, "I'll talk to 'im."

You shrugged, not really sure on how you were feeling. Sure, you wished Ghost was nicer to you, but maybe that was just him.

"What's up with you, anyway, big brother?" you spoke, changing the subject.

He smiled, throwing an arm around your shoulder, "not a lot, just glad you're here. Missed you, kid."

"I missed you too, so much."

"So, when are you gonna tell me what's gone on?"

"What do you mean?"

He frowned at you, giving you the classic 'don't play dumb with me' look.

You rolled your eyes, a groan leaving your lips.

"You know damned well what I mean, (Y/N). You were about to get married, and now you're not even together?"

"Please don't make me talk about it, not yet."

You pulled away from his grip, trying to stand up to walk away. He pulled on your sleeve, making you stumble. The small clatter it made caused the others to look over, their attention now on you.

"John, no. I'm fine, I...I'm just not ready to talk about it." you whispered.

"Promise me you'll come to me when you are? You're keepin' something from me and I hate it. It's not you."

"I barely know who I am anymore."

His expression saddened, and you mirrored the expression back, before offering him a small smile as you pulled from his grip, leaving the room with your eyes on the ground.

Price's head fell into his hands briefly, worry clouding his mind.

Something was going on with you, and your unwillingness to share your troubles was only causing him more heartache.

[acupofnightshadetea]

A Cup of Nightshade Tea (I)

Here it is, what this blog was made for! First things first, I would like to give a special thank you to @whatzaoverwatch and @reapers-carino for inspiring me to come out of my shell and to try and show my works to the public. As well as @tacticalvisor76 who had made HCs of this prompt that helped me put it in motion (which can be found here). So without further rambling, here it is!

Near death, reader begs for mercy, only to find out that the one who granted their wish was a demon! Reader must now comply with the malevolent spirit’s demands if the contract is to be fulfilled so that they can be free. But sometimes deadmen can still tell tales... Demon!Hanzo X Fem!reader

Your vision was blurry, growing hazier and requiring a greater effort to stay up right and not fall over. It seemed so nice, so tempting. To lay down and rest, just for a little while.

Despite your body begging for a break you continued onwards. The rain was pelting; and if your wounds weren’t to be the death of you then the cold most certainly was. Legs struggling to keep you upright the constant barrage of fallen logs and protruding rocks showed no mercy to your disoriented condition. Almost as though wanting to keep you from ever finding your way out of the forest.

Internally you laughed at yourself for such a silly thought. Cold, hungry, and weak -anything would seem to be against you at the moment. It was foolish, but you still felt that way nonetheless.

Maybe it was out of spite, or maybe it was due to the fact that you weren’t paying attention that in your feeble steps one of them did more than a mere stumble. Falling face first to the ground you laid there as sharp pangs poked through the tenderness of your flesh. Too tired to cry out or to even wipe the dirt getting into your eyelashes it was everything your energy could handle to keep the feeling within your skin and not succumb to numbness.

The rain had coated rocks in a dark grey that scarlet streams swirled and diluted into, all the while flushing the various chlorophyll hues of the thick of the woods. Had it not been a bad day, you would’ve taken solace in gazing at their steady transition to autumn toned hues.

Your eyelids were heavy, oh so heavy. Maybe if they closed for but a moment, the cold would subside. And maybe the pain would too, just a little bit was all you asked for. What happened what they did, it was so horrid that you had to have been dreaming. Maybe if you went to sleep here you would wake back up in a warm bed that was dry and cozy.

But you weren’t dreaming.

The rain pattering over your beaten frame was real. And so was the tremors that ached throughout your drenched bones. You didn’t need a mirror to see the purple swelling that replaced your skin, or the mud that replaced your clothes.

You were on the ground ever so slowly bleeding out -the same exact way they left you. New to the area you hadn’t the slightest clue in regards to gangs or the sort. Originally one man in your attack, upon being pulled out of the van another made himself present. The struggle was nearly over as quickly as it began, the offire of a gun piercing your side. Inherently seeing it fit they decided to leave you there as their purpose fulfilled -to die a pitiful and agonistic death.

Yet you managed to get up and found the willpower to seek help. You did it once.

And you were going to do it again.

Everything in your body protested. Jagged rocks suddenly became the best bed on the planet. Coughing and shaking, the action of getting onto your hands and knees was already a feat in itself. Now having a recognizable distance between your eyes and the ground you were able to see what you had stumbled upon.

An old pillar of stone had been long since knocked over from its erected stance. To the side of you you noticed an effigy in pieces adorning moss as a crown. You may not have known anything about this place, but the placement of a man made item was unmistakable.

And where there was one, there had to be another.

A sudden surge of adrenaline hoisted yourself up and went so far as to give you enough motivation to continue walking forward. It was a sliver of hope from a menial sign of human activity, but you’ll be damned if you stopped as soon as something was given to you.

By now the acoustics of the rain had become fine tuned. Ears being able to hear the various heights of which they hit leaves or to form a puddle in the mud. Your feet led you in what would have been the direction behind the stone pillar. And just as fate would have it the sound of hitting its target happened all at once, resembling that of a flat surface, such as a pavement.

Or possibly a roof.

Heart swelling you couldn’t control the tears at the sight of it. An old, abandoned shrine that had been long since put out of commission. Rotted out wood and withered away charms whose protection chants had been long since washed away.

It was the most beautiful sight you’d ever seen.

Limping your way there and inside you didn’t register the pair of eyes that were now watching you.

The sudden end to the berading rain felt odd to your skin, leaving a sheen gloss over your entire frame. Nostrils flared at the pungent, stagnant air. It was hollow and dark inside. Had you not been so disoriented you would’ve heard the ghostly moan that came from its shadows.

Still the eyes were watching.

Groaning yourself it was all you could do not to topple over again. Senses still together by a thread, your eyes looked around the place for any salvageable items. What you found was a desecrated space that not only held some degenerate’s graffiti but also a wrecked Deity figure. You couldn’t help but shake your head. Even in its state it still provided for a mere mortal, despite the gross disrespect that was done to it.

You knew you had to pay some form of homage to the Deity of which the shrine was devoted to. It was the bare minimum you could do if you wanted to stay there.

Unbeknownst to you a different spirit now took over the residence. One whom was the definition of a nightmare to someone as vulnerable and defenseless as you.

And it was not happy.

Not only did it hate being disturbed, but it was hungry and yet to eat anything in the better part of a century.

Did you ever smell so sweet.

An appealing place to rest for a bandit or some other criminal the spirit took a special liking to comprising a horde of their weapons after consuming them. Taking their possessions as a sign of dominance what little they had now its. An ornate, delicately crafted bow and quiver was a particular favorite.

Getting into the nasty habit of playing with their food the spirit began to tantalize its victims. The smell of fear growing intoxicating, releasing a special high in the hopeless dread and helplessness that was at its sole disposal.

But right as it was about to release the string’s tension it stopped, eyes watching.

On your knees you were fiddling with abstract objects until finally a wisp of smoke began to float upwards. Amongst broken panels you managed to find remnants of what used to be used for the shrine’s ceremonies. Right in front of it you had placed three little mushrooms and a handful of berries you randomly found in hopes to serve as food. Pressing forehead to the ground you began to pray, or rather, beg for mercy.

What were you doing?

More amused with the theatrics you were putting on the spirit refrained from making you its next meal -for now that is. Crossing grey toned arms the cooled skin would’ve made the wood shiver could it feel. White glowing eyes stuck to your every move.

Watching the wracking shiver tremor through your body, noting every quiver of your lips as you whispered. Never before did he have a problem with playing with his food before devouring it -matter of fact savored the extra taste despair brought.

But this was different.

Something made you different.

Maybe it was because those before were unashamed sinners. Or perhaps it was that your helplessness was not because of him, but of some other monster that was too sloppy with their food to let it get away. Whatever the cause, the spirit didn’t act. But instead became flattered when you went so far as trying to tidy up the shrine’s space.

It wasn’t much, and truth be told you did it more so to see if any animals were in there than anything else. The rain outside continued in torrents, its ferocity unforgiving and unrelenting. Shuffling the things about you you were able to determine a dry enough spot away from the roof’s leaks.

Time went by as slowly as it ever did. Bugs began their racket and the howling of wolves could be heard somewhere in the distance, though if they had smelled your blood they never came closer. Well knowing who ruled these woods.

The smell of weakness grew stronger, grew sweeter. The spirit licked his lips. The mere act of abstaining for this long made it that much more enticing. In this air of uncertainty a sense of delicacy came over you. A purity that the faintest touch from his hands would taint. Mortals were always fragile, but never serene while so.

Too used to thinking of one as food, when lowly spirits came to bring your soul across the threshold he forgot completely what happened when he didn’t consume their soul. It finally occurred to the spirit that you were now only a breath away from death, from slipping from some kind a tangible grasp he had of you here. Seeing the lowly servants set up their chains to take you away put a swelling anger in his chest.

This was his domain. They didn’t have the right to touch you.

Flicking his wrist those beneath him vanished back to whence they came. It was silent amongst the storm raging outside. A pain hit him upon hearing the agonistic groan escape from your lips. Then just as before the lowly spirits appeared once again to bring you death.

At this point it would have been a mercy. To end you suffering. The God that used to reside here would have granted it. Except it wasn’t and in its place here he stood. He wasn’t a benevolent spirit, either.

He was selfish.

Sending them away once more the spirit took a step to be beside you. Kneeling he took your chin in one large hand. Eyes glazed over incapable of recognizing reality your ultimate demise was imminent, he was no fool.

And yet what was this he was feeling?

Pity?

Sorrow?

Such mortal emotions. But here they were, all the same. Glowing eyes glanced over where the offering still lay. Then slowly, back towards you.

Cold fingers went over and petted the sopping wet mess that was your hair. You were so weak that you didn’t even register the presence of another entity. Eyes never leaving you his mind went back and forth as to what to do. An intriguing specimen, you had stricken his fancy long enough not be eaten, but if that was not to be your fate then something else must be done.

Meanwhile the servants began to to grow impatient. If the spirit wasn’t going to eat you then they had to take you away. Souls couldn’t be kept as pets (well, not here anyways). It wasn’t until a verbal fight broke out between the two did he finally make up his mind.

Gracing the softness of your features one more time the spirit placed a hand on your unmoving body. Being from nother-realm it was difficult to describe the feeling of a spirit leaving a spirit. It didn’t dissipate, there was no feeling of loss or emptiness. Instead it was simply.. Somewhere else. At first it was nothing, until the sensation of being soaked to the bone became his own.

And lungs that he never had a use for burned and began to thrash with the violent shivers returning to your body. Filled with just enough life, the lowly servants went away on their own accord this time.

The night was still long and dark. The spirit knew that though you returned now, it was only a matter of time before you went straight back to the same fate. Something more needed to be done.

Groans whimpered from your lips as something began to take a hold of you. Tired and deranged, nothing made sense anymore. The only thing that could be comprehended was a sense of safety that was being projected onto you by an external force.

Feebly accepting its embrace there was not much else you were capable of doing. You wished you had enough strength to voice your eternal gratitude but any sound was cut off by aches and pains. Unable to keep yourself oriented eyelids gradually commanded themselves shut. Allowing for the blackness to consume you with nothing else there except for the arms of an Angel.

Or, quite possibly,

A Demon.

Eyyyy so there it is! Please keep in mind that this isn’t polished and it’s my first time making a serious attempt at writing. All in all I hope you didn’t think it was too bad and that you liked it! Thank you!!

[thetrueenemyofhumanity]

(I dunno if this is the correct channel) What if Sombra's S/O was genetically modified into a mindless super-soldier behind her back. After finding out she has to find a way to turn them back

I liked this request and had so many plans but not enough times so have this shit. Maybe if anyone wants I’ll continue it. It was originally a lot angstier but I decided we have all suffered enough. 

In the darkness pulsed a soft purple glow. A steady beatbefore an eruption of light which faded to reveal Sombra, wide eyed and hearththumping. She gripped the wall for support, taking deep breaths and forcing herburning eyes to hold back the tears. She wiped the few that escaped with ashaking hand.

“Get it together, idiot!�� she scolded herself, clenching herfist in anger, “No time for self pity. (Y/N) needs you to get your shittogether.”

After a few deep and shaky breaths she stood up and put hermask back on. Stoney features hiding all that fear inside. For so long Talonhad just been another game. A means to an end. But now those bastards made themistake of making her their enemy. She had found some shit when snooping, but nothingthat made her life crumble as this did. Seeing your name on that file andlooking at what they had done, what they had turned you into, made bile rise inher throat. It had to be a lie, or some sick trick by Reaper to teach her alesson for worming her way through their files. But their was only way to findout.

Her footsteps were almost silent as she crept her way throughthe dimly lit hall towards Moira’s lab. The lock posed no problem for thebrilliant hacker but that wasn’t wasn’t what stopped her from crossing thethreshold. That was entirely down to the blooming fear in her stomach. Thoughtsof you pushed her forward, albeit with held breath as she wandered through thesea of horrific experiments. Curiosity was completely absent from her and hermind was focused on finding you. Though as soon as she did she wished that she hadn’t.She stifled a scream and stumbled back, whacking into a table of metalinstruments. But even that clatter wasn’t enough to make you flinch or to eventurn in her direction. You stared blankly ahead, back straight and musclestense. The agonisingly slow rise and fall of your chest was the only thing thatmade you indistinguishable from a statue.

With a weak voice she whispered your name. No reaction. She criedit louder and more desperate. No reaction. She sobbed and screamed until herthroat ached and her legs gave out from under her, pounding desperately at theglass that confined you. No reaction. She yanked at the heavy metal lock that separatedyou from her. There were clearly precautions in place in the event she foundout. They knew she would, she always does.

“Carino…” she sobbed, her tearfilled eyes looking into yourblank ones, “I will bring you back. I promise. And I will make them pay. I loveyou, (Y/n)… I love you.”

No reaction.

[bloodieorchid]

Valentine’s Special #1

For our first request of our Valentine’s Special, we have a request for Reaper and Reader’s first date! 

“Get dressed,” the man in greyish armor pointed the rifle at you and he threw a black bag of clothing at you. He kept still while you opened the bag, revealing black and red formal attire with instructions on how exactly you were supposed to get ready, what exact lotion and makeup to use, shoes even to match your outfit. But the gun trained at you made sure you put on everything there, even the revealing lingerie underneath your black tie attire.

Once you were dressed, however, you were dragged out to the large black SUV and escorted by many more of the men in grey armor. You managed to get a look at one of their badges, immediately recognizing the logo of one of the world’s largest terrorist groups: Talon. What could Talon want with you? You didn’t even work in global security! You weren’t anyone important, but apparently not.

When you arrived at a fine dining restaurant, you were, for the most part, confused as you were escorted inside. The door was locked behind you and you saw the guards stand at the door with their guns to keep you from leaving and to keep anyone else from entering. Wonderful.

You turned around to look at the sea of dark tables, all setup but no one there. But one table had a light underneath it. You step closer, shoes clacking against the hardwood floor while you moved closer. You could see a similar guard post in the kitchen, chefs toiling in the heat while the food was being made in complete silence. You look at the table: a red rose, a bottle of red wine, white tablecloth and candles? It was almost like a date. You lift up the rose on one of the plates, inspecting it with your hands. You didn’t notice the shadow pooling around you from behind, appearing. You gasped when an arm wrapped around you from behind, inspecting the rose in clawed, gloved hands.

“If it’s wilted, I’ll take it from you,” he said, inspecting the rose through his mask. You tense softly as he looks at the rose, moving around you in the shadows. “Y-You b-brought me here… what for?” you asked the masked man, confusion clear in your eyes. He moved closer, chuckling as he twirled the rose in his fingers. “You had complained about being alone for Valentine’s. I decided to fix the problem,” he stated simply. “I.. don’t know who you are,” you reminded him. “You don’t need to know the monster behind the mask, just understand that it needs you,” he stated simply.

He walked over and he pulled out the chair. “Sit, please,” he said and he let you walk over and sit at the table. He pushed you in and he moved to the opposite side of the table. He sat across from you, a server walked up to the table, poured wine and water for you both and then hurried off. You looked confused, the server was on edge, shaking softly and you had no idea why. You looked outside and you immediately noticed the sniper trained on the server across the street.

Whoever this man was, he was definitely not risking any of this to chance.

“I… I don’t understand… You’re doing all of this for someone you haven’t even met before..” you said to him. He tilted his head. “I’ve had my eyes on you for a long time, carino. Trust me on that. Let me treat you for this holiday, then we will return home,” he said gently. You looked in confusion before the server brought out two appetizers: his food was mainly meat and yours was a simple favorite from your childhood. “What do you mean, when we return home?” you asked him, confusion still. “Aren’t you going to eat?” he asked you, tilting his head. You looked down, before hurrying and beginning to eat. You too had noticed the sniper outside, this man… if he even was a man…. You haven’t met him before yet here he was saying he loved you. You cut into the dish, taking small bites.

He leaned back while he looked at you eating your little appetizer. It was your last venture in the light before he pulled you into the darkness. He smiled under his mask, seeing you eat the beautiful appetizer. He had chosen everything out especially for you, his little love. Even the drugs that would be going into your dessert that evening. He didn’t want to have to take you away from your world, your light, but he was far too selfish. He had lost everything: his humanity, his organization, his morals, and his power, but he would have you until the day he died.

But first, you would have to get a bite of the chocolate mousse.

[ivymarquis]

Finally getting around to doing this lmfao Tagged by @broken-authority​

Rules: Tag 9 people who you would like to get to know better :)

Relationship Status: Single as a pringle bby

Favorite Colors: Jewel tones, particularly royal blue + purple

Top 3 Ships: Serek/Amanda, Mercymaker, Moicy

Lipstick or Chapstick?: Lipstick

Last Song: Hate Me by Eurielle (Acoustic Eurielle is best Eurielle, fight me)

Last Movie: Honestly the last movie I’ve seen that’s not a netflix stand up special recently is probably Moana?

Top Three Shows (atm): Rick & Morty, Archer, Bob’s Burgers.

Currently Reading: Nothing atm, but it’s been so long since I’ve read anything but fanfiction, and I binge it in one go and currently am not undertaking any large projects so... I got nothing here idk

9 people??? ahhhhhhh idk if I’m even worth their time buuuut

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