#modern torture

[statusexile]

Task Force 141’s favorite torture method when they found out you work for Makarov is by tying your arms and legs wide open to the bedposts while you’re naked as they wrote derogatory words such as “cock whore”, “cum dumpster”, “gang rape me”, “free to use” all over your body. You will be nothing but their fuck toy, your body will be used at their own will. Your cunt and asshole will be so fucking sore and puffy after having to fuck them multiple times a day to the point it became numb.

Ghost and Price will be the most ruthless ones, they’ll fuck you like you’re a subhuman, torturing all your holes not only with their fucking thick cocks, but by using every single thing that they could fit inside you, making sure your holes are gaping and stretched wide open, solely for their amusement as you violently scream for their mercy.

While Soap and Gaz will physically torture you by choking, slapping and constantly using your mouth as a fleshlight. They love hearing you gag on their cocks while they face fuck your mouth. If you pass out, they’ll slap you over and over again until you wake up only to be used by them again.

Your body is all sticky from their cum, basically oozing with them from every single pore on your skin at this point. Your mind and body is constantly about to break from them constantly fucking and torturing you, while the room you’re held hostage in constantly blaring with metal music and blindingly bright lights for 24/7. You’re lucky if you get any water or food, most of the time their cum is your only food for days. But hey, you’re a strong girl, right? I’m sure you’ll keep up with their demands.

#i wrote this at 8am i have no shame left in me #task force 141 x reader #141 x reader #task force 141 x reader smut #141 x reader smut #simon ghost riley x reader smut #ghost x reader smut #john soap mactavish x reader smut #soap x reader smut #captain price x reader smut #john price x reader smut #kyle gaz garrick x reader smut #gaz x reader smut #call of duty smut #call of duty modern warfare smut #modern warfare smut #shaf brainrots #tw: dark content #tw: noncon #tw: torture

[eraenaa]

But Daddy, I love Him

Aemond Targaryen x Niece Reader AU

Synopsis: When the favored daughter of Daemon Targaryen falls for the favored son of Alicent Hightower, the Rogue Prince does everything he can to ensure that a union between the two of you will never happen. 

Warnings: Not Proofread, ¿Softer Aemond and Daemon?, No Smut

Word Count: 5,019

It could no longer be denied nor be overlooked. It was growing painfully obvious to the court that the only daughter of Princess Rhaenyra has had her head turned by the second son of Queen Alicent. Everyone believed that the only thing the second-borns of the Princess and the Queen would share was animosity. Still, the return of Princess Rhaenyra and her kin to the capitol brought something different— something entirely unexpected. It started with stolen glances around the tilt yard and the halls of the red keep. Stolen glances lingered throughout dinner and the trial. Meeting in the library by chance turned into secret rendezvous. Banter and teases blended into meaningful conversations. Animosity turned to affection. Loathing bloomed into love. A love that cannot be.

“You look lovely, today, niece,” Aemond complimented as he caught you in the gardens. The prince relished the sweet blush that spread through your cheeks. “Shh, you might be heard,” You whispered in concern as your brothers were only seated a few leagues away. He hummed and dared to twirl your silky, curly hair into his fingers. “Shall you join me for a ride today, uncle?” You asked and took a flower into your delicate hands. You turned to the silver prince, who had a small, rare smile as he peered down at you. You boldly placed the plucked flower into the upper pocket of his tunic. “If you wish,” He answered, making you bite your lip as he stepped closer. “To the dragon pits then?” You asked, and Aemond offered his arm for you to take, and you gladly did. 

Prince Daemon stood above the gardens and watched the scene with a sneer. He had been stewing in rage, fear, and uncertainty for the past few weeks. You could no longer be reasoned with. In his eyes, you could never do no wrong. You had never done anything wrong— his favorite daughter was perfect. But apparently, your return to the capitol had caused you to make a lapse in judgment. Trusting a Hightower spawn was a great mistake on your part. You, his smart and sweet daughter, have been corrupted and manipulated by the one-eyed bastard of a son of the bitch that had the title queen. It pained the Rogue prince, but he had to take extreme measures to ensure that you would never be bound and be played by a Hightower spawn. 

You rode the skies next to your uncle. A wide smile on your lips and laughs, leaving your tongue as he playfully chased you through the clouds. His Vhagar may be the largest dragon there is, but she is also the oldest. Whilst your dragon had the quickness and agility of youth. “You’ll have to try harder than that, uncle!” You yelled in glee as you heard his frustrated groan when he lost you through a cloud. “I will catch you, little niece— and you shall give me my prize when I do,” He answered back, and you laughed in glee as your dragon rode through a cloud, making your stomach flip. “That is if you shall succeed!” You yelled before urging your dragon to fly faster and further from the prince. 

The afternoon sun started to fade, bathing the two of you in the orange hue of the setting sun, and it was then that Aemond finally caught up to you. When you landed by the pits, you were quickly grabbed by the waist. Entrapped in the arms of an uncle you used to loathe. “I demand my prize, little niece,” He murmured by your ear. You feel your heart stutter, and at the same time, you feel conscious as the two of you may be caught. “I demand my kiss, princess,” he said, and you feel your breathing shallowed by his words and the sound of footsteps approaching. You two were luckily hidden behind the body of your beloved dragon. “Tonight, meet me in the library and you shall have my kiss, my prince,” You said and reluctantly urged him to let go of his hold of you. 

When the two of you turned to the reason for the footsteps, your brows furrowed as you were both met with a gold cloak. “Can we help you, Ser?” you asked as Aemond cautiously assessed the trusted man of your father; stepping in front of you as if the knight would harm you. “Princess, I was sent by your father to escort you back into the keep.” He bowed and answered, but that did not aid your confusion. “It’s fine; I shall ride back to the keep with my uncle,” You answered, but the knight insisted that he had a direct order from the Rogue Prince that you shall return to the Red Keep under his supervision. “Just go; I shall ride behind you,” Aemond finally spoke after a moment, guiding you to the wheelhouse and glaring at the knight who interrupted the supposed private moment between the two of you. 

When inside the castle walls, you were greeted by your father and eldest brother as you disembarked the wheelhouse. “I see you have met Ser Adam,” Your father remarked at the knight who helped you step out of the carriage. “He shall be your sworn protector,” Prince Daemon added, his gaze turning to a prince who greatly reminded him of himself during his youth riding, following closely behind you. “Sworn protector? I— I do not believe there is a need fo—“ Your father cut you off, taking your arm and stirring you further from the one-eyed prince who dared to step closer to you after he had disembarked his horse. “You are the only daughter of the heir to the throne— of course, you need protecting. Ser Adam shall be constantly by your side, and he shall report back to me and your mother for any potential threat that arises.” You looked back, confused, locking eyes with Aemond, who had his jaw clenched as he conversed with your brother. 

“So I take it that my sister and brothers have their own sworn protectors as well?” You asked, feeling that you were singled out by your father’s sudden paranoia about your safety. “They too shall have one… in time,” He mumbled the last part, making your head snap up at him. “But in the meantime, Ser Adam shall oversee your ventures and activities. No more venturing out in the halls in the dead of the night alone. He shall be there by your side if any danger arises while you are in the dim walls of the library,” Your lips part as you realize that the knight was placed as a buffer, a wall between you and Aemond. You bit your tongue and made no further comment about the matter for now. 

When dinner came, you were excited because it meant that you would be in the presence of Aemond once more, enveloped in quiet conversation with the prince who sat by your left. But a frown adorned your pretty face once more as your seat beside Aemond was removed and instead placed cramped between Aegon and your elder brother. You hear Aemond’s familiar footsteps approaching; you turn to him as your brother guides you to your new place. Aemond knew exactly what they were doing. His jaw tightened as they had been keeping you from him. He knew he should have been cautious with his affection when out in public, knowing it would not be received well. But how could he restrain himself? How could he control himself when you are near? 

Throughout dinner, the two of you were silent, missing, and already longing to be by each other’s side once again. The prince’s face was filled with annoyance, his lips in a thin line. You held a look of solemnity, and a pout adorned your plush pink lips. Daemon turned to Jacaerys, the two of them satisfied with their tactics in keeping you and Aemond out of each other’s company. 

After dinner, you hear your newly assigned knight trail behind you as you walk the path toward the library. You sighed as you heard the clank of his armor. “You can stay by the door, Ser Adam,” You say as you approach the silent room, Aemond already waiting for you in your favorite spot. “I am afraid that I cannot abide by your orders, princess,” He said, and you bit your tongue; you could not let out your frustrations upon him as he was only ordered by your father. You took your seat across from Aemond; the prince eyed the knight who stood behind your chair. 

“What is he doing here?” Aemond asked in ancient tongue, annoyance seeping through his tone. “My father has instructed him to follow me wherever I go… instructed him to report back all of my ventures,” You answered and played with the embroidery of your fine dress as your pals for the night with Aemond were now ruined. “They are keeping you from me,” Aemond gritted, his hand clenching in anger. “And why should they do that?” You asked with a tilt of your head, moving to take hold of his hand, but the knight behind you cleared his throat as if a warning. You sighed and licked your lips and clamped your hands in front of you. “Because they are scared— threatened that…” Aemond caught himself before he uttered the deep truth he had realized just a week after you had returned. “That what?” You asked in common tongue. Aemond sighed and shook his head, but there was a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. “That I would burn for you, little light. That we are dragons that need to be bound by blood.” 

You, being the watchful eyes of your sworn protector, did not last long. Aemond had commissioned some of the guards to pick a fight with your knight, and it left him bloody, bruised, and bedridden. Buying the two of you a small amount of freedom in each other’s presence before your father could find a replacement. 

The two of you were in the godswood, hidden behind the white, ashy trunk of the Weirwood tree, away from anyone’s view. Aemond laid his head on your lap as you read a book written in the language of your house, him listening intently to your honey voice as it read fluent Valyrian. “You still have not given me my prize,” The prince suddenly said as you paused from reading. You turned to him, gazing down at the serenity on his handsome face as he lay on your lap.  One of your hands intertwined with his and resting atop his chest. “What?” You asked, feeling your stomach flip at the intensity in his eye. “You still have not given me my kiss,” Aemond said, voice growing deeper and more serious. 

You tried to laugh it off, moving your intertwined hands to your lips and kissing the back of his hand. “There,” you say, but Aemond sat up from his position. “That is not the kiss we discussed, princess,” He whispered, face inching forward to yours. You feel his cold hand on the apex of your neck and shoulder, pulling you in and sending gooseflesh to rise all over your skin. “Just one kiss,” You whispered as his lips were so close to yours, his scent of cedar wood, mint, and leather so intoxicating. “We’ll see,” he said and smashed your lips. Your heart stuttered for a moment, feeling his warm, soft, wine-tasting lips upon yours. It was supposed to be only a chaste kiss, you knew you should pull away, but as Aemond placed his hand on your waist and pulled you close, you knew you did not have the strength nor want to do so. 

Unbeknownst to you, your secret actions with your uncle were caught by your eldest brother, who did not hesitate to run to your mother’s husband to report the scene. On how yours and Aemond’s lips danced, on how you grinned at each other as you acted to catch your breath, gazing at each other love-struck. On how your kiss under the scarlet leaves of the ancient tree had only solidified your emotions and deepened your desires for each other.

You were soon called to your mother’s chambers later that afternoon. “No, please! Please, you cannot do this to me— why… why would you marry me to him?” You cried to your mother as they announced that you were to be sent to the North as a bride for its warden. It was the extreme measure your father had to take to keep you away from Aemond. Sequestering you into the frigid wasteland just so a one-eyed dragon would not lay more of its claim on you. “You had promised me I was free to choose whom I shall marry!” You cried in front of them, knowing your tears had always been your trusted weapon to bend them to your will. “I’m sorry, my love… but, the crown needs allies… a union with Lord Stark is vital.” You shook your head, “The North is already sworn to you! You need not promise me to their lord,” You countered. “It was a decision your father believed had to be made, and it is to—“

Your mother’s words faded out, and you could only focus on how it was your father’s orders to offer you to a lord you had not even met. His cruel way of keeping you from Aemond. “My father is dead,” You suddenly gritted out, silencing your mother in shock as you said the bitter words. Though you were a product of Ser Harwin Strong, and the kingdom was made to believe that your paternity came from the line of Ser Laenor— neither of those men were fathers to you. Not like Daemon was. It stung you to say such words, but you were overly hurt that he had made such a decision just to keep you from the prince you loved. 

“My father is dead; how could he have made such a decision?” You asked and dug your fingernails into your palms. Your mother sighed as you and Daemon stared each other down. “Daemon made the decision,” She clarified. “You are heir to the throne, but you would let a prince consort dictate the future of your only daughter?” You asked, menacingly. Watching the way your step-father’s jaw ticks at your impertinence. He did not know how to handle you in such a state; you were never one to rebel, but what was there to rebel against when everything you had ever wanted was quickly given to you? 

“That is beside the point, my love; you still need to marry.” Your mother said, and you shifted your gaze to her. “I know! And I am happy to do so just as long as—“ Daemon cut you off. “Just as long as what?” He asked, “Just as long as it will be Aemond.” You proclaimed. “I wish to marry him, and he wishes to marry me as well! You are the only one against this!” You all but screamed with a stomp of your foot. Making your father roll his eyes and disapprovingly shake his head as they had filed you up with their lies. “You see, Nyra… look at how they had manipulated our daughter… they filled up her head with falsities— this had been their plan all along.” Daemon reasoned to your other, who looked in between the two of you with concern and cluelessness on how to proceed. 

“Look at how they corrupted her… arguing, yelling, insulting us just to defend their disfigured son. They are playing her!” he spat bitterly. “Do not call him that,” you gritted to Daemon as he uttered offense toward Aemond. There was a silence that enveloped the room before you finally spoke once more. “Father, please… I love him,” you pleaded, ready to beg on your knees just for you not to be sent as a bride for a wolf. Daemon looked at your eyes, sincerity in your orbs, gut-wrenching sadness as pearl tears ran through your cheeks; that still did not sway his mind. “The decision is made. You shall be Cregan Stark’s bride.” He stated and walked off, leaving you to cry and wail in your mother’s arms. 

Aemond eyed you with concern as you sat dejectedly in your place next to your brother and his. Your head hung low, and not once had you cast your enchanting eyes upon him— or anyone else for that matter. His hold on his knife is tighter as he realizes you have not a bite of your supper. His gaze went murderous as he finally saw your bloodshot eyes and trembling lips. They had made you cry. He turned to your father, a harsh look on his face, whilst your mother looked at you wistfully. Aemond then turned to Jacaerys, a smug look on his plain face.

As supper ended, Aemond was the first to leave the table. He made fast steps and entered your chambers to hide there, needing to speak with you, and he was certain that would not be possible whilst you were in the presence of your kin. He hid behind the pillar as he heard the door creek and your somber voice bidding Lucerys ‘good night.’ When he heard the door shut and bared, he made his presence announced. 

It was then that he saw a clear view of your state: eyes swollen and red, lips trembling, nose sniffling, soft cheeks flush with sadness. “My light… what has happened?” he asked. You said no word, only ran to his arms and let you hold him as the tears came like rivers once more. “They’re… they’re marrying me to Cregan Stark,” You said in between sobs. Aemond felt the air knocked out of him, his form turn rigged and was immediately filled with dread. “What?” He asked, hoping what he heard was a misunderstanding. “They offered me as a bride to Cregan Stark. He shall arrive in a few days to be presented to grandfather, and we shall leave for the North in a fortnight.” 

Aemond sat you down on your plush bed, wiping away your hot tears with his cold fingers. “You will never be his,” he swore, looking deeply into your eyes as your tears did not cease. I shall speak with your parents,” he said and tried to soothe you by running his hand through your hair and caressing your cheek. “Aemond, they wouldn’t even listen to me… their minds are made,” You said sadly. Your prince only shook his head and kissed the top of your brow. “You are a dragon. Wolves do not deserve dragons,” was all he said before kissing your lips again, hoping the action would distract you from your sadness because he could no longer stomach seeing you cry. 

“They would never approve of us,” You whispered to Aemond as he held you to his chest. He tried to lull you to sleep, but your mind was distraught. “I do not care for their approval,” he uttered atop your head, inhaling deeply the scent of you. “But—“ You hear Aemond sigh and pull you closer to his leather-clad chest. “You will be mine, my light, just as it ought to be. Forget their qualms and objections— my uncle and his disapproval is a challenge I’ll happily welcome, just as long as you will forever be mine.” He stated as his fingers twirled your hair, “Let us just rest, ñuha ōños,” he murmured, and you did as told. Savoring the first and probably the last time in his hold. 

“What are you planning?” Ser Criston asked as Aemond spent more hours in the tiltyard. The arrival of his betrothed had only spurred him to fight harder, train more, and let out his rage at the knights. “Pick your weapon,” was all the prince said as he wiped away the sweat off his forehead. “Tell me the reason for your more frequent sessions first,” the knight stated. Lilac eye flickered above the tiltyard, Aemond's jaw clenching and nostrils flared as he saw you walking around with the warden of the north, chaperoned by your brother. Ser Criston’s eyes followed the prince’s gaze, realization shining through his brown orbs. “My prince, you—“ He was cut off. 

“I shall be challenging the warden to a duel for the hand of my niece,” he proclaimed and urged the knight to pick up his weapon. “But she is a bastard,” Ser Criston muttered lowly. Aemond's eye widened, and he had to greatly retrain himself from maiming the knight who stood as his father figure. “She will be my wife.” He proclaimed and returned to his training. 

When all were gathered in the throne room to announce their betrothal to Lord Stark, Aemond stepped away from his sibling and drew out his sword, bravely challenging the warden in front of the eyes of the court and his father, the king. You felt your stomach pit in fear, for you did not know that this was the plan Aemond had devised. You had half the mind that he would have the two of you escape to YiTi and live freely there. You hear your father and brother’s disapproval of the duel, but you hear your grandfather’s agreement to it. Lord Stark had little choice but to accept the challenge. You turn to your mother, her lips in a thin line and hands fiddling with her rings, her expression unreadable as he watched men argue before the throne, dictating her only daughter’s fate. She felt your eyes upon her, and she took your hand into hers as fear was evident in your gaze. “It will be fine, my love,” She muttered lowly, but you had trouble believing her words. 

When night came, the supposed family supper was discarded as both sides were furious and confused at what had transpired in the throne room. “She will not marry him— I would rather feed myself to Caraxes than watch our daughter marry a spawn of those cunts.” Daemon muttered to his wife and downed a whole chalice of wine, quickly moving to refill it once more. “She loves him,” was all your mother could mutter as she plainly saw the affection in your eyes. “And he loves her,” she added as he saw the tenderness and warmth in her half-brother’s usually cold, lone eye. Daemon scoffed and turned to his wife. 

“Not you too— Rhaenyra, you cannot buy into their deceit! You cannot let your daughter be bound to that—“ The princess cut her husband off. “Why? Why are you so against this? Put your pride and animosity towards Otto and Alicent aside… our daughter has made it clear that she wants Aemond— and he, too, made it clear that he wants our daughter. There is no underlying deceit from his intentions… what will they even gain? The crown passes to Jacaerys; Aemond wants our daughter, not for power or whatever reason you had sold yourself to greatly disagree to this match!” Daemon shook his head at his wife’s words. “We need allies. We need the North.” He said, but Rhaenyra shook her head. “You are preparing for a war that may not come— already sacrificing our daughter on the way! And she is right. The North is already sworn to me. A Stark never forgets their oath. And if they need further convincing, my daughter and her happiness is too great a price to pay for them to keep their word.” Your mother defended. She watched as her husband’s jaw clenched and his hold on the chalice grew tighter. 

“Daemon, you and I had both been subjected to marriages, not of our choosing, a marriage devised for peace and power but ultimately led to death and devastation… you cannot be so cruel to subject her to such a fate.” Rhaenyra said softly and walked towards her husband, urging him to change his mind. The prince breathed out heavily, “We shall see in the duel if he truly deserves her,” 

You nervously traced the embroidery of your dress as you watched your prince battle with the Warden of the North. Both men still yet to tire as they galloped towards each other with their jousting sticks. You feel your mother reach for your hand as your leg bounces up and down in anticipation and fear. You took in a sharp breath as the Warden was thrown off his horse, and Aemond was quick to disembark his and draw out his sword. You chewed on your lip as you shielded your gaze from the men, your bloodstream filled with fear as you heard the clang of swords and their exhausted grunts. You hear the cheers of the audience grow louder, and you feel bile rising to your throat. You shut your eyes tightly and prayed to the gods and fates for it to end soon— for it to end and for Aemond to emerge victorious. 

Your prayers were quick to be answered as you snapped your eyes open at the enraged screams of your brother and father— the prince having the warden on his knees and a sword upon his throat. “Surrender, my lord,” The prince breathed, his eye scanning upwards, in search of you. “Surrender, and you will keep your life!” The prince yelled, and you fisted your dress with each moment the warden did not concede. But when he finally raised his arms up and dropped his sword, lowly saying his surrender, you were finally able to breathe freely. “Our champion, Prince Aemond Targaryen!” Someone yelled, and cheers hollered around you, but they were quick to fade as your eyes locked with the man you can now call your soon-to-be husband. 

The wedding was quick to come, no matter the reluctance of your father and older brother. You were marrying Aemond. Other members of your kin were finally accepting the union, seeing how you both were truly enthralled and in love with one another. They no longer held disapproval as they realized how bright and intense you burned for each other. 

You were in your chambers, the final preparations made to you as you were about to be bound to the one-eyed prince in the eyes of men and the gods. “You look… you look exquisite, my sweet,” Your mother sighed and cupped your cheeks, her eyes and voice filled with heavy emotion. You tightly embraced your mother as she was the only one who was truly on your side when it came to your union with Aemond. Your heart throbbed melancholically as you were to be married without the support or blessing of the man who had become your father. You walked out of the chambers with your mother by your side, her being the only one to escort you towards the grand doors that would lead you to the great hall where Aemond waited by the end of it. She gave you one last kiss on your cheek before stepping aside and walking towards a side entrance and waiting along with the other guests; absent was the presence of Daemon. 

As the banquet went on and your hand was freely clasped around your husband, you tried not to let your sadness be shown as the man who stepped in, as your father was not anywhere in sight. Aemond could feel your sadness no matter how hard you tried to hide it; he brought the back of your hand to his cool lips and hoped it brought you comfort. You flashed him a small smile and leaned in closer, “A dance, my wife?” He asked, his heart stuttering as a genuine smile spread to your lips. 

He led you to the floor and placed his hand on your waist. No more secret touches, no more possibility of scandal, for in the eyes of the gods and men, you were Aemond’s, and Aemond was yours. As your husband spun you around and kept his steady hold upon you, your mind was finally distracted by the sadness it felt as Daemon was absent on your most joyous day. The thought of your father did not occur to you as you danced until you and your husband saw him approaching. Aemond was attentive to your reaction as he approached, ready to challenge his uncle for the distress and sadness he bestowed upon you. “I wish to dance with my daughter,” He announced, and you felt Aemond’s hold on your waist tighten; he was about to speak, but you nodded and reassured him it was fine. Aemond reluctantly stepped away, and you were left in the presence of your father. 

There was silence at first as you were once again spun for the dance, but you soon broke it. “You did not attend our ceremonies.” You said, voice a tad bitter and resenting. You hear your father’s aggravated sigh. “I know you think he is playing me… I know you believe this whole ordeal is a farce, but it’s not. He loves me, father. And I love him greatly,” You say and urge him to understand. “You— your marriage is something I do not approve of.” You hear him utter, making your stomach pit, “But it is clear that you truly love him…” he trailed, his eye turning to your husband, who had his watchful gaze upon you, ready to come to your aid, the moment he sensed distress. “… And I suppose his intentions are genuine,” he relents. You turn your now hopeful gaze upon him, “I do not believe he deserves you, but if he truly makes you happy, who am I to stand in your way? I will not hinder you anymore.” You processed her father’s words. “Do you truly mean it?” You asked, voice thick with emotion, “I do,” he sighed and kissed the top of your head. You smiled widely as heaviness in your heart faded with the blessing of your father was finally bestowed upon you and your husband.

#aemond fanfiction #house of the dragon #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #hotd aemond #aemond modern au #prince aemond #aemond x niece!reader #prince aemond x reader #prince aemond fic #prince aemond targaryen #prince aemond x you #daemon targaryen #hotd daemon #hotd fandom #taylor swift #the tortured poets department #but daddy i love him #ttpd

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Makarov in "The Lobby"

Just a sketch before I sleep! Took this opportunity to study Julian Kostov's face and I think I'm getting the hang of it 👌

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Am I highkey seeing Makarov as another Vampire in Halloween AU? 👀 Imagine Makarov being a much stronger vampire than Price because he's been consuming human blood non-stop without remorse. And now in order to defeat Mak, Price has to break his oath and start consuming human blood again 👁️👁️.

Here's some timelapse and hope you love it! *(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*ଘ

Tip Jar ✨

#vampire!mak easily overpowering and controlling the 141 boys. including vampire!Price himself 👀 #“What is this? I thought you're the same being as me? But you're just a shell.” #except Gaz because he's literally bloodless. But Gaz managed to distract Mak and bought time for the Price Ghost and Soap to escape. #But now that Gaz is imprisoned and tortured by Mak. Price has to start becoming strong again in order to defeat Mak. #but that would mean he has to break his oath of never consuming any human blood ever again👁️👁️ #would legit be a fucking good au #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw #cod #call of duty modern warfare 3 #call of duty modern warfare III #call of duty modern warfare 2023 #vladimir makarov #makarov #makarov cod #sleepyconfusedpotato art #call of duty fanart

[temeyes]

sweaty

#holy fucking fuck ghost that body of yours is Absurd #//bites own fist #why do i keep doing this to myself #this sweet torture... #my art #2023 #call of duty #call of duty: modern warfare #cod #codmw #codmwii #codmw2 #codmwiii #codmw3 #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #art #fanart #digital art #digital drawing #digital painting #sketch #doodle #video games #activision

[cod-dump]

Graves: Your youthful charms and handsome features captivate me.

Price: Okay can you stop with those?

Graves:

Price: I was okay with--

Graves: Sure thing, DILF.

Price: No.

Graves: Whatever you say, Silver Fox.

Price: I'm not even--

Graves: Military salary is a bit low for a sugar daddy, but--

Price: PHILLIP.

Graves: *innocent smile* Yeah, doll?

#submission #phillip's new pasttime: torturing price affectionately #call of duty #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #phillip graves #john price #price will never know peace #incorrect quotes #pricegraves

[itsagrimm]

Niche König headcanons

SFW

He hates going shopping but he loves a good bargain for groceries. You will find him planning a weeks meals, cutting out coupons and doing serious research by flickering through advertisements & flyers at the kitchen table. He is also a hardcore Aldi and Lidl fan.

The only time König has cursed outside a battle situation was when Soap tried to convince him toast is bread in the mess hall.

König knows the rules for Fußball but does not particularly care much about it. However, he does care about how it's called. (It's Fußball so football, Not Soccer!)

At home his go to anti-anxiety-measures are going on hikes and visiting the climbing gym. Also, he owns one of those colourful outdoor raincoats because he got those for the hikes but definitely wears them for any other too many occasions. It tends to look slight off so he looks like a lost tourist with it.

As a kid he went to the library a lot to get new fantasy books. As an adult he does not have the time for that anymore but he still likes fantasy stories. So he listens to audiobooks bc the gear for that fits better into his duffle bag than a bunch of books.

Has opinions about Vienna. If you ask him about it, it will trigger a surprising tirade about the austrian capital and some numbered quartiers. However if someone says something negative about Vienna he will firmly defend Vienna as the bestest of best cities ever.

Contrary to popular believe he does not think too much about his height. He grew up in Austria and surrounded by fairly tall people. Also while he is exceptionally tall, he is not much taller than most people he interacts with on a regular. But he does struggle with his strength and is insecure about the space he takes up in a social sense.

Massiv metal fan. Yes, he had longer hair as a teen for head banging purposes in his bedroom, plastered with posters from his fav bands.

NSFW

König kind of does not know how to use his body outside of the familiar battle movements. It's awkward at the beginning. He is like a deer caught in headlights. And he needs instructions, explanations and feedback for what he does, otherwise he feels kind of lost.

Is not very experienced. Obviously.

Once he does learn how you like it, he draws immense joy and pride from seeing you squirming and moaning. It fills his heart with a calm he rarely experiences. He did this. He made you cum. And he has a hard time enjoying himself and cuming before he took care of you at least once. He also might evolve into a pleasure dom one day.

That man is curious but also shy. Get ready for online shopping a bunch of sex toys to try out.

Speaking of online orders. He needs the extra large condoms without latex, which he orders as well bc he would have a hard time dealing with the cashier at the check out. The poor man does not only have anxiety but also a latex allergy and a huge dick.

The hood stays on.

König gives off bi vibes but is confused by it. It will take him a long time to figure that out.

He is kinky but does not know how to phrase a lot of it or ask for certain things. Watching porn together to show what he likes is one of the ways he tries to articulate his desires without actually saying it.

Absolutely into getting pegged. Absolutely not into giving someone anal. He does not want to hurt his partner.

Likes his partner on top of him. That way he can touch them better and caress their skin. Also really into holding onto their hips. He likes how his hands look like there.

Into getting scratched, bitten and having his hair pulled. After overcoming that surprising realisation he might discover that he very much likes doing that to his partner as well.

Not down for one nightstands. The whole sex and emotions situation is hard for him. So, having one set partner gives him a feeling of stability. And while from the outside that might come off as a bit traditional he is not opposed to opening up the relationship once he worked through his own bisexuality.

#i am having too much fun torturing this man #könig listens to rammstein 'ohne dich' is peak romance for him #call of duty mw2 #call of duty modern warfare ii #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #könig #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig x reader #könig call of duty #könig smut

[hejee]

(WIP) the voice in my head is telling me to add more plants so maybe i should

#solavellan #lavellan #solas #work in progress bc im an ass i wanna add so much more details but i have no idea if i can color them all lmao #why am i doing this? i have no idea really #but it does give me serotonin so yeah ig that’s a good reason to torture myself even further #modern au bc i can’t find a good medieval looking greenhouse on google to get references at so

[seeker-of-stories19]

Ghost who has been through so much and yet nothing haunts him more than the thought of being buried, of clawing his way out of the sandy earth and away from the cloying sweetness of a rotting bug ridden corpse.

Ghost who immediately updates his paperwork after Roba, demanding to be cremated because nothing horrifies him more than the thought of being left to rot slowly trapped in a box forever, even if it would be it’s own divine recompense.

Ghost who loses Soap and tries to fight his family when they demand to have him buried, tries to save Johnny one last time, knows he wanted to be cremated because they agreed if something happened they’d be set free to the winds together. But Johnny never updated his paperwork and his Catholic family isn’t about to be swayed.

Ghost who can’t save his partner even in death and is haunted by the images of Johnnys body breaking down under the earth, crawling with maggots and bugs that thrive in the damp rich soil.

Ghost who sits by Soaps grave and wants nothing more than to bury his hands in the soil and tear his way to Johnny, to hold him a final time or even to remain in the earth with him until his air is used up and he too can rot in peace until all that’s left is their bones intertwined forever.

Ghost who’s been through every level of hell and nothing scared him more than being buried until now- suddenly spending eternity without Johnny is an entirely worse thought than being entombed in the earth.

So he updates his paperwork, unwilling to make the same mistake Soap did in thinking he had time to do it later. He can already feel the familiar shadow of death stalking him and he has a feeling it won’t be long before he’s buried again.

#modern warfare iii #cod mw3 #ghostsoap #soapghost #soapghost headcannons #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghoap #tw death #tw corpse #tw suicidial ideation #tw grief #tw torture

[wrylu]

been laughing for a good three minutes now thank you @boltzthespooky

#super sketchy #but i actually had fun w the hair lmao (it was torture too) #lu's canvas #wrylu #cod #art #artists on tumblr #john price #call of duty #captain john price #captain price #captain johnathan price #call of duty mw #mw #cod mw #call of duty modern warfare #cod modern warfare #call of duty price #price cod #cod price #illustration #doodle #drawing #sketch #my art #my artwork #digital art #digital artist

[eyesfullofsttars]

٠ ࣪⭑ “you know how to ball, i know aristotle...” ٠࣪⭑

( ellie & abby as so high school by taylor swift! )

#ellabs #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie x abby #lesbian #ellie the last of us #abby anderson #abby tlou #ellie williams fic #abby anderson fic #moodboard #abby the last of us #ellie/abby #the tortured poets department #modern!abby anderson #modern!ellie williams #college!au

[wenningfanclub]

Antis will be like “Jiang Cheng never viewed Wei Wuxian as family, he was treated like a servant!!! 😠😠😠” but like… if I showed up day-drunk to work, stopped performing my basic duties, kept skipping out when the most support was needed rebuilding, escalated fights during diplomatic events, and refused to tell anyone why I’d started behaving like this, I would definitely get fired. But instead Wei Wuxian has to quiet quit and then actually quit when even that doesn’t work, because as far as we can tell Jiang Cheng would've let him stay as first disciple forever no matter what. So like, if Jiang Cheng thinks of himself as just Wei Wuxian's boss, he does a pretty bad job of treating Wei Wuxian as just an employee.

Are there complicated class dynamics and internal senses of responsibility and debt and duty and obligation fucking both of them up? Absolutely. But Wei Wuxian is definitely not just a servant or a debtor, it’s much, much messier and more complicated than that--which is kind of the problem.

#tbh I think this also comes down to projecting modern (and often western) power dynamics on a very different system #but it's also just flat untrue lol #like you don't let yourself get captured and tortured for Just Some Guy who works for you #not to mention the whole making sure wwx could see jyl before the wedding and get to name the baby #normal things that bosses do for their employees after they quit #once again: there are many things to critique about Jiang Cheng #but antis always fully choose takes that are just blatantly untrue #like the amount of posts that claim he killed wwx when he just flat didn’t is wild #like wwx beat him to that! my man just can’t win! #mdzs #cql #the untamed #jiang cheng #wei wuxian

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

AY YO????

IS HE HANGING ON A ROPE STUCK ON AN AC130??????????????

the AC130 (I think? I'm not knowledgeable enough) has like a sort-of ram on the front and it like-- pulled the rope??

And Gaz, being the quick-thinker he is, realized this and thought that the injured comrade will be helpless on his own, SO HE HOOKED HIS OWN HARNESS TO THE INJURED DUDE SO HE COULD SOMEHOW SAVE HIM.

AND THE GUY LEGIT GOT YOINKED

Price was there to hod the riot shield against incoming fires. He probably expected Gaz to return to combat with him once Gaz secured the injured guy up to the airship, but the AC130 (?) pulled the both of them to the sky--

#GiveGazABreak2023

(Edit : Apparently, there's this fast-evac technique called Skyhook (thanks @efingart for the info). Here's an article about it and as far as we can see, apart from the explosion, it's going... according to the manual book... (supposedly)

It's hard to see, but Price actually got yoinked as well at the end together with Gaz and the injured guy, and so it's a reference to the Gulag mission in the OG!MW2! Woohoo!

#HE'S FALLEN FROM A DESCENDING CHOPPER #GOT HUNG FROM A BLOODY ROPE ON A HELICOPTER #AND NOW-- #HANGED BY A ROPE ON A FUCKING AC130 (?)????????? #GIVE HIM A BREAK OMG #infinity ward has a kink of torturing gaz with an aircraft confirmed #GOD #(is the injured guy Roach (?) 👀) #(I know it's impossible but let a girl wish aight) #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw #cod #call of duty modern warfare 3 #call of duty modern warfare 2023 #call of duty modern warfare iii #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick

[romanken]

Theon should literally be at the club but instead he's chained to the radiator in a 4chan white supremacist's basement getting forcefed cigarettes and made to participate in snuff films. But maybe thats just what being 19 is like

#modern aus amuse me cause theres really no analogue to becoming a feudal lord's pow and legally tortured so ramsay is legit just some psycho #who decides to texas chainsaw massacre theon for shits and giggles

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Mechanic chapter 9

Note: :)

Warnings: angst/fluff/suggestive. mention of motorcycle crash, blood, death, murder.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You met the hot mechanic again.

wordcount: 3,4k

Masterlist

'I... I killed you.'

You blinked slowly as you opened your eyes, then rapidly, as bright lights blinded you and a soft groan left your lips. A sharp pain shot through your left knee and a throbbing headache forced your eyes shut again. Your head was slightly spinning and you heard some vague commotion nearby. And when you opened your heavy eyes again, you stared up at someone you didn't recognize, a young and friendly looking blond haired man, who leaned in as if inspecting you.

'Miss,' the man said calmly, 'everything is okay, so do not panic.'

You blinked at him, not quite understanding what he was saying, who he was or were you even were in the first place. Or what that sharp pain in your knee was.

'You are in the hospital,' the man said, as if he could read your mind, 'my name is Doctor Osferth. You've been in an accident, and you may feel some slight pain, but you are okay. Do you understand?'

You slowly seemed to wake up from your dazed state, and his words made more and more sense as seconds passed by.

'Accident?' you asked with dry lips and a raspy voice.

'Yes,' the man said, and he quickly gave you some water, 'you and your boyfriend were in a motorcycle accident almost two weeks ago.'

'Boyfriend?' you rasped, 'two… two weeks?'

You stared up at the man with your heavy-lidded eyes, confused and disorientated. Boyfriend? What boyfriend? And a motorcycle? You closed your eyes for a moment as you tried to recall any memories from before you woke up. And then your eyes shot open again.

'S-Sihtric?' you breathed, 'where is… where-,' you tried to get up but the doctor quickly stopped you.

'He is okay,' Osferth said, 'he-'

'I'm here,' Sihtric's familiar voice suddenly entered the room.

You tried to see where his voice came from, but the doctor blocked your view as he turned his back to you and walked to the door.

'When did she wake up?' Sihtric whispered with a hint of panic, 'I- I literally left for a minute to get coffee-'

'Just a few seconds ago,' the doctor said quietly, trying to calm Sihtric, 'she is okay and responds as expected, which is good. She asked for you, as you heard I assume.'

'So… she remembers?'

'I can't say for sure what she remembers,' Osferth shrugged, 'so far, things look normal. But take it easy, okay? It may take time for her to remember things, if she remembers at all that is. I'll give you a moment alone with her.'

'Yeah, o-okay,' Sihtric said. He watched the doctor leave and close the door. Then he turned and almost ran up to you, and carefully took your hands. 'Little lady?' he spoke soft but urgent, 'are- are you okay?'

'Sihtric?' you asked, confused as your eyes tried to adjust to the bright led lights above him.

'You remember me, princess?' Sihtric asked, his thumbs slowly caressing your hands.

'Yeah,' you said slowly, 'you're… you're my mechanic,' you smiled.

Sihtric chuckled softly, 'Yeah, I'm your mechanic, lady. But,' he cleared his throat, 'I, ehh, I thought… well, I- I hoped that I was a little more than just your mechanic… you know, since last time we spoke…'

You stared up at Sihtric, into his mismatched eyes, and studied him for a moment. He had cuts and fading bruises on his beautiful face and half of his hair was shaved off, showing off a large scar which looked new. He was handsome, so handsome, and he took your breath away. You just weren't sure what he was talking about.

'Last… time?'

'Yeah,' Sihtric said calmly and sat down on your bed, still holding your hands, 'what's the last thing you remember?'

You took a deep breath and averted your eyes, staring up at the ceiling.

What is the last thing I remember? You thought, I remember… I… I killed you. I slit your throat because you… you're a psychopath? But I just woke up? From… a… dream? Or rather say; a nightmare?

'I'm … I'm not sure,' you whispered, 'just that… that you're part of a… biker gang?'

'A biker gang?' Sihtric frowned, 'what?'

You stared at each other for a moment and Sihtric started to laugh.

'Eh, I think you've been dreaming,' he chuckled, 'they gave you a lot of medication to keep you asleep. You've been sleeping for almost two weeks,' he suddenly became serious, 'the last time we spoke was when I had returned to you in the middle of the night, after I told you I should go home. Even though you asked me to stay, I told you it wasn't a good idea. Before I left we… we kissed,' he smiled softly, 'do you remember any of that?'

Sihtric's words sounded familiar, and you nodded. You definitely remembered kissing him, at night on your driveway, neither of you really wanting to leave each other.

'You picked me up from work,' you remembered, 'because my car was wrecked…'

'Yes,' Sihtric confirmed, 'I picked you up and we went for a ride, and then I brought you home.'

'And then we kissed.'

'We did,' he smiled, 'and then I left. But I was only barely out of your street when I changed my mind. I turned around and came back. I asked if you wanted to stay over at my place, to which you agreed, and you went with me. But we…' he paused, exhaled sharply and his eyes teared up, 'some bastard ran a red light, and I had to break abruptly. We fell, only barely missing the car and you hit your head really badly despite wearing my helmet. I got fairly lucky,' he smiled weakly, 'I just got this sick new haircut after I needed to be stitched up. But you, lady,' he squeezed your hands and his voice became shaky, 'I thought I lost you. Every- everytime I close my eyes, I can only see the moment I saw you lying a few paces away from me, on the concrete, surrounded by broken motor parts, your eyes closed and blood dripping out of your nose and mouth… I lost my consciousness not much later and woke up in the hospital. I don't really remember, but apparently I almost tore up half the room because I didn't know where you were, or if you were even alive when I woke up. Finan told me all that. When I was doing okay after a few days they allowed me to see you, and well… I… I never really left. Been sitting in that chair over there day and night.'

You looked at the chair that was close to your bed, and you tried to understand everything he was saying. So there had been an accident, you understood, but it wasn't just Sihtric, I was involved too. Someone had run a red light, just like my dream, but the situation was different. And I've been asleep ever since? So everything after what I thought was just his crash was… a dream?

'Sweetheart,' Sihtric whispered after a long moment, 'please, say something?'

His eyes darted over your face as you collected your thoughts quietly.

'I… I killed you.'

'What?'

You looked at him, 'I killed you. In my… my dream, I guess. That's the last thing I remember.'

'You killed me?' Sihtric stared at you and a grin tugged at his lips, 'why?'

'Because…' you began, and you managed to tell him your version of events, most of which was all made up apparently. 

But there was some truth still, like how you dreamt Sihtric had caused chaos when he demanded to see you when he woke up in the hospital. At that time you were in the same hospital room, just separated by a curtain so Sihtric wouldn't get into a state of shock if he saw the shape you were in, which had looked way worse than it had been. You were kept in a coma for your own well being regardless, but you had heard things that happened in the room. And they had snuck their way into your dreams, like the rapid beeping of the heart monitor you heard, which had been your own and spiked when you were making up all kinds of horrors in your sleeping state. All while Sihtric sat next to you for nearly two weeks, holding your hand and talking to you. And you indeed had heard his voice too, you remembered, and his affectionate words had been real too, it all just got mixed up in your dream.

'Gods,' Sihtric said after you had told him your entire story, 'well, you had every right to kill me, I suppose,' he chuckled, 'but… I think you heard the tv, and that caused you to dream weird.'

'The tv?'

Sihtric pointed to the little screen above your bed.

'I spent a lot of hours here, lady,' he said, 'I watched nearly six seasons of Sons of Anarchy on that thing. The doctor did tell me I should've used those headphones, cause he said you could hear everything, but those stupid things hurt my ears so I just switched the sound on. I didn't know it would affect you like that. I'm so sorry.'

'So,' you swallowed hard, 'you mean… you've watched Sons of Anarchy without me?' you frowned, 'that's a problem.'

'I'm sorry,' Sihtric chuckled and kissed your hands, 'forgive me, lady?'

'I'll think about it,' you chuckled and groaned lightly as your knee hurt again.

'Easy,' Sihtric cooed, 'take it easy and you're going to be just fine. You injured your knee. It's not broken, but it was close. You'll be in a wheelchair for a short while I'm afraid.'

'Well, you were doing way worse in my dream, so this isn't too bad. But what about you?'

'Light concussion, mainly new cuts and bruises. Nothing life threatening,' he smiled, 'I can walk just fine and no one will notice any new scars on me anyway.'

'I'm glad you're okay,' you smiled.

'Me too. I just feel horrible about everything. I… I could've been the death of you,' he whispered, 'I could've killed us both that night.'

'But you didn't,' you swallowed hard, 'it wasn't your fault. Someone ignored the traffic lights…'

'I know… but still.'

'It wasn't your fault, Sihtric.'

He looked at you and exhaled sharply.

'I hope one day I can see it that way too,' Sihtric said, 'but… look, I also understand if you don't want anything to do with me anymore after this. We really only just met before that accident. So… if you want me to leave-'

'Don't,' you interrupted, and lightly squeezed his hand, 'don't leave. I don't want you to leave. I already… I already thought I lost you. That dream felt so real, Sihtric,' you said with a soft sob, 'everything felt so fucking real. It literally was my worst nightmare, and now that it's over and… you're here… don't… I don't want you to leave, please.'

'I don't want to leave either,' Sihtric whispered, 'I'm still alive, so don't worry. I'm glad I'm still alive,' he leaned in and carefully took your chin, 'I'm glad we're both still alive, little lady.'

And just when he leaned in further in an attempt to kiss you, your heart monitor spiked again and a nurse rushed in, telling Sihtric off.

A few hours after you woke up and got checked on by the doctor, you got cleared to leave your room. Sihtric was hungry so he was taking you for lunch with him, in the hospital restaurant, a few floors down. And as he brought you your wheelchair, you finally registered his appearance. He was dressed in a comfortable grey sweater, wearing black jeans and black leather boots. You had already adjusted to his new haircut, which he quickly hid with a black beanie.

'People don't want to see a fresh scar when they're eating, do they?' he said when you asked why he was wearing a beanie inside. 'Okay, let's go, princess,' Sihtric smiled and pushed you in your wheelchair out of the room, down the hospital hallway.

'Not that fast!' you giggled as Sihtric zigzagged you towards the elevator, a little faster than was responsible, 'Sihtric!' you snorted.

'Sir!' a stern looking nurse yelled as Sihtric ran past, 'this hallway is not a highway!'

'Sorry!' Sihtric said, and grinned when he looked down at you, 'not a highway and yet there's still a speed limit,' he mumbled, and you giggled again as the elevator doors opened, and Sihtric rolled you in.

The doors closed and Sihtric stepped around the wheelchair, crouched down in front of you and leaned his elbows next to your knees on your seat, and he looked up at you.

'What?' you blushed as you stared at him.

'Nothing,' he smiled and bit down on his lip.

You tried to look away when you felt your cheeks heat up even more as Sihtric kept staring at you, with his cheeky smile and piercing eyes. And it seemed to take forever for the doors to open again as your heart was beating out of your chest at the sight of the hot mechanic in front of you.

'I missed you, lady,' Sihtric suddenly said.

'I missed you too,' you said, barely louder than a whisper.

'You did?'

'Yeah,' you blushed as he looked at you in silence.

'Cute,' Sihtric then said, and he smiled and winked just before he jumped up as the doors opened.

And as Sihtric pushed you through another hallway, to the restaurant, you couldn't help but notice the looks he earned from the dozens of nurses you passed. And you couldn't blame them, he was incredibly good looking, even with the bruises on his face, but it also reminded you how you felt before the crash. That you liked him, really liked him, but you also felt he was out of your league, even though you kissed him. And you couldn't help but feel your insecurities take over with each smile Sihtric earned.

'You sure draw some attention,' you mumbled.

'Hm?' Sihtric frowned, completely oblivious to the smitten stares he received from other ladies.

'The… the nurses,' you said, 'they seem to like you, I guess.'

'Oh, I hadn't really noticed,' he stopped walking and leaned slightly over you, looking down in your eyes as you stared up at him, and he saw the sudden insecurity in your gaze, 'hey, I sat by your bed for two weeks, little lady, not theirs,' he said.

Sihtric gave you a quick smile and continued the way to the restaurant, where he sat with you at a table in a quiet corner at the window, enjoying the sunny view. You both ordered some food and a drink, and as you waited and gazed outside, you felt Sihtric's eyes on you again.

'What?' you asked, as your cheeks burned up again.

'Nothing,' he smiled and took your hand, 'just glad to be here with you, well, not here in a hospital, but you know… in general.'

'Me too,' you said softly, then chuckled, 'you know… my car,' you cleared your throat a little awkwardly, 'I, eh, I… I broke my car on… on purpose.'

Sihtric stared at you, 'You what?'

'My car, I- I broke it on purpose after that first time,' you confessed, 'I guess you… I just wanted to see you again, get your attention,' you chuckled with warm cheeks, 'but I didn't know how, so I kept damaging my car on purpose just to see you again.'

Sihtric said nothing for a moment, but then broke out in laughter, and you hid your face in your hands.

'Oh, god,' you groaned, 'you must think I'm an idiot.'

'No,' Sihtric laughed, and he took your hands again, 'no, I don't. I'm the idiot here, okay? Finan actually said you were wrecking your car on purpose, but I didn't believe him.'

'Finan what?' you gasped, then laughed, 'oh my god. This is so embarrassing.'

'It's fine,' he laughed, 'we were both idiots, I guess.'

'We were,' you chuckled, and you got lost in his eyes for a moment when you both became silent.

'So, where do we go from here?' you asked after a short moment, 'you and I, I mean…'

'That depends,' Sihtric sat back, 'where do you want it to go? What do you want?'

You nervously plucked at your hospital attire and looked down at your feet as you shrugged lightly.

'You,' you mumbled eventually, 'I- I want…you.'

You looked up when Sihtric moved your wheelchair towards him, placing the chair between his legs, and he cupped your cheeks.

'Good,' Sihtric smiled, 'because I want you,' he said, and kissed your lips softly.

After you both finished your lunch, Sihtric pushed you through the hospital hallways again, and he noticed you looked down at your feet each time he received a smile from a nurse, which was more often than he had anticipated, and he didn't like the effect it had on you. He stopped pushing the chair and walked around to face you. 

'Come,' he took your hands and carefully helped you up.

'What are you doing?' you asked, feeling slightly unsteady on your feet, but Sihtric made sure to hold you up as he sat down in your chair.

'Sit,' he smiled, and he helped you down again.

'What- but… why?' you chuckled as you sat in his lap.

'Because I can,' Sihtric said.

He kissed your cheek and leaned his chin on your shoulder, then started to move the chair by using the push rims. He rolled you both around the hospital ground floor for a while, before he made his way into the elevator again. And when the doors closed, he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your neck for a moment.

'C- can I kiss you?' you suddenly asked, the tension you felt desperately needed to get out.

'Mhm,' he hummed, and you shifted slowly in his lap, 'go on then,' he smiled when you shyly looked at him.

'Where?' you asked, meaning to tease, but also because you felt incredibly shy out of nowhere.

'Where?' Sihtric grinned, 'where do you think, lady?'

You giggled and looked away, to which Sihtric chuckled and leaned his face against yours, 'Hm?' he hummed softly, 'where do you think I want you to kiss me, hm?'

'I don't know,' you mumbled shyly.

'You don't know?' he whispered and lifted your chin with his tattooed fingers, 'hm?' he nuzzled your nose slowly, and cupped your cheek as he placed his free hand on your neck, 'lady,' he smiled, 'I want you to kiss me everywhere,' he captured your lips in a soft, short kiss, 'I want you to kiss every inch of me,' he breathed and kissed you again, 'I want your lips all over my body.'

'Sihtric-,' you sighed against his lips, but he silenced you with another kiss.

'One more,' he whispered when you broke the kiss, and he pulled you back in. 'Princess,' Sihtric rasped, 'I want to feel your lips everywhere on my body, the same way I want to explore every inch of your body with my mouth,' he pecked your lips, 'and with my hands,' he carefully cupped both your cheeks, then flicked his tongue playfully against your lips, 'and I want to taste you,' he breathed, no longer able to contain how turned on he felt, 'I want to taste you,' he kissed you again, 'and feel you,' another kiss, 'and love you. Gods, I want to love you and make love to you,' he whispered with ragged breath, 'I want to love you and fuck you, little lady. And I'll make you feel loved as I ravage you,' he husked, then kissed you desperately, and you felt his arousal press against your buttocks as you sat in his lap, your fingers curled around the neck of his hoodie.

'Please,' you breathed, tugging at his clothes, 'Sihtric, I want you too-'

'Yeah?' he chuckled, out of breath and with rosy cheeks, 'you want me, princess?'

'I do,' you whined against his lips, 'please.'

'You'll have me,' Sihtric smiled and pecked your lips, 'when you're healed up and home again, princess.'

'Promise?' you whispered.

'I promise,' he kissed you again, 'I promise, promise, promise. I'm all yours.'

'Really?'

'Really,' Sihtric brushed his lips against yours and kissed you once more, 'I'm all yours, I promise. Daddy's all yours, princess,' he rasped, just before the elevator doors opened again.

And you hid your reddened cheeks by burying your face in his neck, while you still felt his hard cock pressing against you as he rolled the chair back to your room.

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#I've tortured you guys enough #sihtric kjartansson #the last kingdom #sihtric x reader #sihtric x you #sihtric #tlk #modern!sihtric #i KNOOWWWW this trope is sooo boring and easy and overused #but who cares

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

The thing about no war jeytiri is that relationship is a fucking warzone all on its own. The nerf gun battle of 2018 will go down in history as one of history's most brutal battles. The water balloon wars of 2020 contained the most betrayal of any war in recent memory, because Neytiri talked Lo'ak into putting a ballon down the back of Jake's shirt.

Even not modern and on Pandora, Mo'at and Tsu'tey are just trying to lead a normal life with a normal clan and Jake's like "bet I can gather more herbs faster than you, Neytiri." And she's like "Jake, that's so incredibly childish-" *trips him for a head start*

#it's just- #there might be kanthony parallels #but instead of tortured serious older children burdened by all their responsibilities #without the seriousness of war they are spoiled younger children with intense competativeness #they are just LIVING for each other and at each other's expense #god i love them #jake sully #neytiri sully #jeytiri #mo'at #tsu'tey #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #melissa og #melissa on avatar (cameron) #modern au (wheelchair jake! edition) #modern au (jake legs! edition)

[acetheripper]

I'm making this post, cuz I'm not sure I've seen someone else do it and if I have to suffer, so do you.

This is based on an idea I had listening to a CORPSE screaming edit of Michelle. It got me thinking of Ghost and Soap being captured by Malkovich from a fuck up and Soap is being interrogated and of course the snarky bastard isn't letting anything out, but Malkovich quickly let's Soap know he's torturing Ghost, so Soap calls him out on his shit and just... Here take this.

TW: Torture

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Soap let out a grunt of pain as he was punched in the face, his head swinging to the side from the impact and he just laughed, grinning at the spy and spitting the blood in his mouth on the floor, turning back to them and grinning cheekily.

"That the best ya got?" He laughed. Malkovich stared at Soap before chuckling.

"MacTavish... Of course not... I have something much worse... Your Lieutenant... Ghost." He chuckled, taking a step closer and Soap scoffed, grinning at the Russian and spitting more blood out. "You'll hear his tortured screams soon enough if you don't tell us what we want to know..."

"You ain't strong enough to take down the Ghost... And even if you did, he wouldn't scream from anything you could do... That's how the Ghost is..." He chuckled, grinning at Malkovich like an idiot. Malkovich didn't get angry and he didn't seem phased. His smile just got bigger and he nodded slowly, like he was accepting something. A pit opened in Soap's stomach that the man might not actually be bluffing, but he tried not to show it.

"Keep that same energy MacTavish..." He chuckled, walking over to a door nearby and knocking on it two timss. Soap stared at Malkovich and kept a blank face, grinning a bit at no sound until there was a shrill scream of pain that sounded like a man and Soap's throat closed, his eyes widening a bit at the sound and glancing at the door and then back to Malkovich, his breathing getting labored. He thought it was just a fluke of some kind until another scream came out and this time, Soap knew it wasn't fake, hearing the distinct deep, gravel sound of Ghost's voice in those screams.

Soap's face was dark and he was struggling to keep his composure, his whole body shaking as he heard Ghost screaming in pain while Malkovich looked over at Soap and grinned at the distress the man was in. In the entire time they've worked together or even dated, Soap had never heard such agonizing screams from his LT, let alone in the way Ghost was screaming. The man was silent and hardly showed he was in pain, so hearing such gut-wrenching screams made Soap terrified and full of malice towards Malkovich standing in front of him. His breathing was heavy and he was glaring at the Russian, turning his head away and shuddering at the screams until he heard Ghost go silent and Soap's heart dropped. He looked over to the door and shivered, glancing down and trying to keep his composure.

"LT, how copy?" He called out, shutting his eyes. There was silence from the other side and Soap's heart started to race from the thought of worst possible outcome. "Ghost, how copy!?" He cried, glancing at the door, clenching his fists from his bindings and trying to break them free. He was still met with silence and Soap's breathing got faster and more labored. "Ghost!" He yelled, looking at the door before hanging his head and shutting his eyes tightly, feeling tears form at the corner of his eyes as he was terrified that the man he loved was dead because of their fuck up. "Simon!!!" He cried, his voice cracking as he choked back a sob. There was silence a bit longer before there was a soft grunt and Soap slowly looked at the door.

".... Solid..." Came the soft grunt, shifting from the room and Soap damn near let out a loud sigh of relief at Ghost's return call, hanging his head again before looking up at Malkovich and glaring horribly at him, all his anger and malice poured into one look.

"I'm gonna kill ya..." He growled out and the Russian just chuckled.

"Keep that energy, MacTavish... You're gonna need it..." He said with a chuckle, leaving the room and enveloping the room in darkeness as Soap wondered just how bad they hurt Ghost.

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If this gets enough traction and love, I'll expand it more and make it into a Fanfic ^^

#cod #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod modern warfare #cod mw3 #soapghost #john soap mactavish #soap cod #simon ghost riley #ghost #ghost cod #ghostsoap #angst #tw torture #writing prompt #my writing #fanfic