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Sorry for being so absent...

Currently having a argument with a swifite about Michael Jackson (they are saying that he is below Taylor) 💀 then after is aid ppl still listen to him like legendary late hip-hop artist like tupac and xxx then had the audacity to say no one listen to xxx 😭 finna pop off.

Stray dog (Part 2)

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Sorry it took me quite long lmao TToTT School and work deadlines are killin' me.

Pairings: Ghost x Soap x Male Reader

Summary: Male Reader is traumatized and refuses to open up to 141. Soap found out something horrible going on with him and told Ghost about it.

Word count: 1910

Warnings: Smoking. Mention of attempts to self-h@rm.

The next morning you woke up with a throbbing headache. It was so bad that you felt like hundreds of needles were jabbed into your eye sockets and every time you blinked, those needles plunged into your brain, sending a sharp and chilling pain to the crown of your head. This was by no means a strange occurrence for you though, given the fact that every night the base celebrated a party you always indulged in this self-sabotaging habit. 

Still, no matter how bad the situation was, you still had training to attend to, tasks to get done, reports to compile, and a miserable life to live. You turned your head to look at the clock, silently praying that it wasn’t too late. 

It was 13:00 in the afternoon already. 

“Shit!” You threw an arm over your forehead. Nice, you missed the morning training session. It was your responsibility today to train the new recruits and now you messed up the whole Task Force’s schedule once again just because you could not handle your pathetic emotions properly. The thoughts of giving up flooded your mind yet again since it was no use in waking up anyway, it was too late to do anything useful. The other team members were already aware of how irresponsible you were as you continuously failed to be on time for training the newbies. And what about the newbies’ impression of you? Probably an unreliable man who was no longer fit to be a member of a special Task Force that was particularly famous for its efficiency. Or maybe you were never fit to be one to begin with. 

Why didn’t the others wake you up? You had worked here long enough to know how scary and irritated Ghost could get when people missed his training session. There were even times when he immediately had the unpunctual soldiers pack their things and get sent to another department because he couldn’t fuckin’ stand people disrespecting his schedule. 

“Maybe they forget about my existence. Maybe I wasn’t that big of a part of this Task Force.” You mumbled to yourself, trying to pull your tired body out of the heavy blanket. As much as you wanted to give up, the desire to be important to someone, something, or some organization, …just anything, urged you to wake up and keep trying. You wanted yourself to be seen.

Upon opening the door of your stuffy room, you instinctively covered your eyes as they were attacked by rays of blinding sunlight. Your room was too dark and gloomy, doors and windows tightly shut all day and night, no wonder you would react so unfavorably to the bright sunlight that is often associated with positive moods by most people. 

The base was unusually quiet. You didn’t meet a single soul on your way to the kitchen to fill your hungry stomach. No Soap cracking stupid jokes with his heavy Scottish accent and laughing loudly to them himself, no Gaz cursing at his jokes, no Roach laughing at the two dumb manchildren, no Price sighing and telling them to at least be less raucous. You tried to shrug the nasty nagging feelings off, but it soon became unbearable when you walked into the kitchen and saw all the dirty dishes in the sink. 

“They have finished their lunch.” And they had it without you. The people you considered to be your own family, much closer than the biological family that you had cut all contact with, didn’t wake you up from your drunken sleep, totally forgot your existence, and enjoyed a meal together like there wasn’t anything missing. You knew damn well that you were overexaggerating the seriousness of the situation, but you just couldn’t help it. 

‘What am I to them?’ That question kept spiraling inside your brain, worsening the headache that you were already having. In a brief second, all the nagging feelings were anthropomorphized into a disgusting creature with multiple heads and mouths by your ailed mind, shrilly screaming out your deepest thoughts that were fraught with insecurities. Your legs were rendered weak and you collapsed on the floor. Supporting your weakened body with all four limbs, you took heavy breaths, trying to calm yourself down.

A few minutes later, you managed to put yourself together enough to stand up and get out of the base, on the way you didn’t forget to grab a pack of cigarettes. You felt stupid to resort to nicotine as a way to fight against all those feelings, but you didn’t know a better way. There were times when things were so bad that you had no energy left to hide your conditions from your teammates, and Price was concerned. He used to have you talk to some therapists, and not surprisingly to you at all, they could not handle you for long. No one ever could. 

You were now standing in the parking lot with a cigarette in your mouth. You sighed, clearly satisfied with how strongly its bitter taste stimulated your taste buds. When you first arrived here as the newest member of Task Force 141, Soap and Gaz always joked that you’d become Price’s smoking buddy, but that did not happen. The image of you standing with Price awkwardly because you two couldn’t find a mutual topic for a conversation made you feel too uncomfortable to even try, so you kept avoiding the older man or pretending to not hear his offer until he just stopped inviting you. It was so obvious that the men wanted to get closer to you, they wanted to earn your trust, to make you feel at home and be yourself among them, yet you kept pushing them away. And now perhaps they had stopped trying all together. It was not their fault. It was yours. 

But why it was so painful? You were supposed to feel relieved that they had given up so that you didn’t have to blame yourself every time you turned their kind offer down and saw the sadness drawn on their faces. ‘Why do I keep feeling like shit no matter what I do?’

Feeling that the intense emotions that were barely suppressed by the nicotine started to get out of hand again, you cupped your head with both hands, the half-burning cigarette fell to the ground. Suddenly, your eyes caught the red burning tip of it, together with how the paper wrapping around the nicotine was slowly burnt to black. At that very moment, a dark but familiar thought popped up in your mind. You bowed down to pick up the cigarette, blankly staring at it resting between the two fingers of your right hand. Then, your eyes turned to your left hand, examining your spotty lower arm. It was full of the small round scars that were caused by burning your arms with the burning tip of a cigarette. You had noticed Ghost looked at these scars of yours many times; luckily he never asked about them. The army was a place filled with people who had different background stories and bore numerous scars, so it wouldn’t be abnormal for you to have some that were a bit funny-shaped.

‘Should I do this again?’ 

Maybe you should. It helped with the emotions. Well, temporarily, but that was good enough.

Just as you were about to press the burning tip into your lower left arm, someone threw their whole weight into you. You were hugged by two strong arms and the cigarette was again dropped to the ground.

“There you are! I’ve been finding you everywhere!” It was the Scot man. “Are you smoking? Gosh, I hate this smell! Price’s cigars are much better!”

‘The ones that smell good are never bitter enough.’ You thought to yourself.

“Have you had lunch, pretty boy?” Soap pinched your dumbfounded face.

“Not yet.”

“What? Unbelievable! Get to the kitchen with me right now, Sergeant.” The man literally manhandled you straight from the parking lot into the base, leaving you no time to object.

As you two arrived at your destination, Ghost was already sitting there, sipping some coffee. Soap forced you to sit down right next to him while he proceeded to walk to the fridge and pulled out a dish, putting it inside the microwave oven. 

“Here you are, babyboy~” He put the hot meal in front of you. You chose to ignore the pet name and his flirtatious voice simply because he had started doing it to you ever since you start working here. It was just one of his signature thing, you should not fall for it and mistake it as a sign of interest that could develop into romantic feelings. 

“Thanks, Soap.”

“Aw, don’t be so all worked up and formal, babyboy. Ya’ welcome~”

Silence fell over the three of you, until you just felt so awkward that you had to speak up, “So… how was this morning?”

“It was fine. Ghost stepped in your place and took care of the training.” Soap replied.

You carefully glanced at Ghost, just to find that the man already looked at you, which made you tremble slightly. The skull mask on his face made him too difficult to read, you couldn’t tell whether he was annoyed or he just gave up on expecting something greater from you. 

Soap laughed at your reactions, “It’s okay. You were drunk so Price agreed to let you sleep. Also, Ghost volunteered to help you with the training so he probably doesn’t hold a grudge. Am I right, Ghostie?”

The masked man didn’t answer; instead, he turned back to his cup of coffee.

You quickly finished your meal and left, saying that you should do training by yourself. The truth was you couldn’t stay there any longer, you didn’t want to disturb Ghost and Soap’s rare peaceful time together. You had already made too terrible an impression on Ghost, it’s best that you did not mess up again. As a result, you also missed their conversation. It was not intended for you to listen to anyway.

“You’re right. He did it.” Soap’s voice was solemn, with no sign of flirt or unseriousness like a few minutes before.

“You mean the scars?” Ghost looked up at him from the cup.

“Yeah, the round scar marks that you’ve told me many times.”

“It was just my guess. How do you know he really did it?”

“I found him in the parking lot. He was holding a burning cigarette and about to press it into his left arm.” 

A few minutes of silence passed until Ghost spoke up, “Fuckin’ hell.”

“I asked Price about his past, I know it’s a nosy thing to do, but I wanted to help. Unfortunately, Price knows nothing either. Y/n… the boy never opens up to us.”

The two men sat quietly, exchanging worried looks with each other. If only you could know how much they cared for you, maybe you would find it easier to accept their love and help. Yet, even if they told you, even if they desperately showed you so many times that they cared and loved you so much, would your brain allow your heart to welcome them just like how it used to welcome other people you had met earlier in your life, the ones who left you wounded and made you the way you were today? 

If someone asked you that question, you’d just offer them a weak smile and simply say: “No”. You're now too tired to hold on to any crumbles of hope left in your broken soul. You'd like to give up.

to be continued i guess :")

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The world without acne would of been the best a bunch of ppl wouldn't have depression

mood fr

I'm on period gang

Just a vent rant

had a mental breakdown last night about who tf i supposed to be I watch 60+ about how to change my self for the better and 20 being love affirmations the only thing i really want is for someone to tell me they love me sooo bad like i literally have school in the next 5-6 days i think and i fell like committing . like im so fucking ugly I want to starve my self to the point where i am skinny but i can't stop fucking it I'm literally a pig I want to change my body for female and male appreciation. But every single time i get with somebody is all ways them touching my ass just my ass like is there nothing else you like?? Last school year ONE DAY i came to school with my sister pants on since i couldn't fit mines i step in the classroom QUIET one class period later 4-5 boys in my class come up to me if they can grab it. Are you fr? You'd never showed any interest in me but now? and just bc of my ass pathetic. I was always a people pleaser I'd do anything to get on ppl good sides but THIS is too much since that day my ass was the only thing i thought was good on my body nothing else and still trying to improve it.

sex therapy :: 01. dr. fushiguro

chapter tags/warnings: misogynistic! naoya. strong language. infidelity/adultery. sexual frustration. degradation. humiliation. classism. manipulation undertones.

word count: 4.9k

notes: this is my one wattpad book which was removed (at nearly 1M!). they can’t stop me from sharing this book with others, so here we are. <3 this book is laced with my own relationship experiences plus my favorite movie Titanic! enjoy, and likes/reposts/comments are appreciated! xoxo

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𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗢𝗡𝗘 • 【 he loves me, he loves me not 】

Dr. Toji Fushiguro.

That was the name of your sex therapist.

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half of yall gotta be high.. 😭

OMFG 😭😭

Like if you would forgive wormie 😔💔

LMAOO

"I alone am the honoured one" aah mfs

If only yall could see my twitter bookmarks....

To set the scene I was drinking my chocolate milk and i was reading threw this and when i say i nearly died reading this draw dropped mind blowing and toes are CURLED amazing.. just amazing. If you would of know how many times i had to lock in to not look suspicious you'll get my pain..

Hiii Mark!! I love your fics on this account and the old one and I was wonder could you make a Michael Myers x male reader. It doesn’t have to have plot it could just a smut!! I love you so much and have nice day!! ❤️

MICHAEL MYERS X MALE READER

I’m trying to learn how to write bottom reader better, since I have a few requesting asking for bottom reader though I suck at it and I s mostly write for top.

⚠️Warnings!!- Detailed Smutt!! Big dick Michael, bottom reader, no pronouns used for reader but amab reader, rough, no affection, multiple creampie, knife mentioned, multiple rounds, no mercy, and etc.⚠️

Your vision was getting blurry from the pleasure, you forgot about all sense of your surroundings, and the only thing your mind was focused on was the big dick moving back and forth inside you.

Michael had a hard grip onto your hair pushing your head down into the bed while his other hand gripping onto your hip. 

Though vision blurry you could make out the blood soaked kitchen knife right in Michael’s arm reach. 

The sound of your moans and whines and also your bare skin slapping against Michael’s Coveralls. The zipper was down to the mechanic outfit so his chest and stomach was exposed. His movements were fast and uncaring. He didn’t care that he already came in your hole many times during the night. 

Your hole was leaking out his cum, your breathing was very as he thrusted relentlessly. He had no sign of being tired or looked like he was stopping soon.

Your cock also had cum drizzling out of it, cum leaking out of the tip as it hanged in between your legs untouched. Every time you try to catch a glimpse of Michael he’d shove your head down back into the bed. But whenever you did manage a quick glance to behind he has his mask up over his mouth breathing heavy, but quietly as he thrusted deeper. 

With legs trembling and also with your back arching you were overwhelmed. His large dick would thrust and graze your prostate like it was nothing as be thrusted faster and deeper.

Large hands on your hips would tug and pull your body down on his cock not caring if you wanted to or not. Your hip started to get a hand print, from how harsh and strong he was holding you.

Your lower body began to give out, you couldn’t even hold up your ass up anymore as your legs were shaking. Soon enough your hips fell down on the bed as you held the sheets for dear life. 

You quietly moaned and whimpered begging for him to stop, but you just felt his cold look through the mask, the pleas and begs to stop falling deaf to his ears.

As you gave out he stared down you menacing as he pulled out of your cum full hole. He let go of your hip and pulled his back dish before using the now free hand to jerk off your cock he slowly mounted on top of you and began to rub his wet creamy cock against your ass. 

He moved his cock up and down against your cheeks before eventually finding your hole again and thrusting fully inside.

You let out a raspy loud moan as he went back to fucking you relentlessly. Your head was spinning as the hand he was using to hold your hand went to your throat wrapping his large hand around your throat.

He pressed his chest against your naked bare back as he drilled his cock inside of you. You could feel his balls slap against your ass harshly as he pounded inside of you not holding anything back.  

He haven’t squeezed or tightened his grip yet, he just kept it there fucking you deeply and roughly.

His full weight against you as he was mounting on top of you. 

Your legs were tangled with his own, his clothed legs forcing your legs down so you couldn’t escape from him. You felt his boots against your feet as squirmed around.

As you moaned louder and louder the hand around your throat tightened its grip. Not even to hurt you or make you pass out just enough for you to know who’s in charge. 

You could feel the cold mask against your neck and ear as he was on top of you. You could swear that you feel his cock bulging inside of your stomach. You moaned louder and louder as you came again, white steaks of cum spurting out of your cock while you struggled to your eyes open. 

Your mouth hanged open as you panted and tried to keep your breathing steady. Your hips squirmed and trembled as you came untouched, you were embarrassed from how many times you already orgasmed from just getting fucked in the ass. 

Your was squeezed around his cock as you tried to ride out your orgasm. 

Your face was flushed as your eyes began to roll back from pleasure. 

With sudden movement Michael went up and began to actually choke you as he thrust became animalistic as his boots dig against the bed. Your breaths got chocked as you gasped and such as his hand tightened.

With his groans and deep grunts becoming more audible. He drilled his cock deeper then ever shooting his load into you once more. 

You began to feel light headed as you couldn’t breathe properly and fully. Your tongue rolled out of your mouth as you felt his cum from the previous rounds leak out of you. Your hole overfilling with his seed, as Michael thrust got slow but still hard he finally rode out of his orgasm as he let go of your throat.

But still, after all this time. You still felt his hard cock pulsing his cum inside you. And with the look you could feel from behind you. Michael showed no signs to being close to done.

Letting go of your throat Michael used both his hands to hold both of your arms pulling them back raising you up from the bed as he went back to drilling his cock inside you.

The headboard banged and hit against the wall as the bed squeaked.

With your arms behind you getting pulled in a strong and rough grip you looked in front of you in daze looking at Michael’s blood soaked knife.

You could feel the cum leak down onto your thighs and landing on the sheets below. 

Your mind was fuzzing and almost turning blank as he began to destroy you physically and mentally with his cock.

THE END

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"Movies" Marito x Outa (NSFW)

I haven't just the spelling bc im lazy sooo here you go smut with no plot lol

Marito and Outa lounged on the plush couch, their bodies sinking into the soft cushions as they watched the horror movie unfold on the large screen in front of them. The flickering lights cast eerie shadows across their faces, highlighting their sharp cheekbones and piercing gazes. Marito's lime green and black hair cascaded down his back, the strands gloing under the dim light of the room. Outa's dark blue eyes were fixated on the screen, his muscular physique tense with anticipation. The movie reached its climax, the two actors engaging in a passionate love scene. Marito let out a low chuckle, turning to look at Outa with a smirk on his face. "Looks fun, doesn't it?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Outa raised an eyebrow, his gaze never leaving the screen. "You think so?" he asked, his tone low and husky. Marito's heart skipped a beat at the suggestive tone in Outa's voice. He leaned in closer, his lips brshing against Outa's ear as he whispered, "I bet you'd look even better doing it." Outa turned to look at Marito, his dark blue eyes blazing with desire. He leaned in, capturing Marito's lips in a searing kiss. Marito moaned, his body responding to Outa's touch. Without breaking the kiss, Outa stood up, pulling Marito up with him. He led Marito to the bedroom, his movements confident and sure. Marito followed, his heart pounding in his chest. Once in the bedroom, Outa pushed Marito down onto the bed, his movements rough and demanding. Marito's heart raced as he looked up at Outa, his piercing green eyes filled with desire. Outa wasted no time, stripping Marito of his clothes with rough, urgent movments. Marito's body was bared to him, his muscular chest and abs on display. Outa's gaze raked over Marito's body, taking in every inch of his exposed skin. Marito's cock was already hard, throbbing with need. Outa wrapped his hand around it, giving it a firm squeeze. Marito moaned, his hips bucking up towards Outa's hand. Outa leaned down, his lips finding Marito's again. He kissed him deeply, his tongue exploring Marito's mouth. Marito moaned, his body writhing underneath Outa's. Outa broke the kiss, his gaze locked onto Marito's. "I'm going to fuck you," he said, his voice low and husky. Marito nodded, his body trembling with anticipation. Outa reached for the lube, slicking up his fingers before slowly inserting them into Marito's ass. Marito moaned, his body adjusting to the intrusion. Outa worked his fingers in and out of Marito's ass, preparing him for his cock. Marito's body was on fire, his cock throbbing with need. Finally, Outa was ready. He positioned himself at Marito's entrance, his cock throbbing with need. Marito looked up at him, his green eyes filled with desire. Outa thrust into Marito, his cock filling him up completely. Marito moaned, his body adjusting to the intrusion. Outa began to move, his thrusts rough and demanding. Marito's body moved in time with Outa's, his hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. Outa's cock hit his prostate with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Marito's orgasm built up inside him, his body trembling with need. Outa's thrusts became faster and harder, his body slapping against Marito's. Marito's orgasm hit him like a wave, his body trembling as he came hard. Outa followed suit, his cock throbbing as he filled Marito's ass with his seed. They lay there, their bodies spent and sated. Outa pulled out of Marito, collapsing onto the bed beside him. Marito turned to look at him, a satisfied smile on his face. "That was... amazing," Marito said, his voice hoarse. Outa chuckled, pulling Marito close to him. "I told you you'd look good doing it," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. Marito smiled, snuggling closer to Outa. "I'll have to take your word for it," he said, his eyes closing as he drifted off to sleep.

HUH!!???

When they're both voiced by Landon McDonald>>

Now I'm imagining Hoshina being a househusband and Kazuki slaying kaiju.

[ID: Left picture: a screenshot of Hoshina Soshiro from Kaiju no. 8. Right picture: a screenshot of Kazuki Kurusu from Buddy Daddies. ED.]

This made me giggle

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Wtf is a kilometer???

Interrogation Ghost x konig x male reader (Slight NSFW) Your name is Zhenya <3

Zhenya sat in the dimly lit room, the single overhead bulb casting harsh shadows on his face. His wrists were bound to the metal chair, the cold steel biting into his skin. He had been captured under suspicion of treason and collaboration with enemy forces, charges that could lead to a fate worse than death.

The door creaked open, and Zhenya's eyes flicked up to see two imposing figures step inside. Ghost, his skull mask gleaming menacingly, and König, a giant of a man whose presence alone was enough to instill fear.

Ghost approached first, his demeanor icy and unyielding. "Zhenya, you've got a lot of explaining to do," he said, his voice a low growl. "Caught red-handed with intel that could sink our entire operation."

Zhenya's heart pounded in his chest, but he forced himself to remain calm. "I don't know what you're talking about," he replied, his voice steady.

Ghost's eyes narrowed, and he slammed his fist onto the table, causing it to rattle. "Don't play games with us," he snapped. "We've got evidence, and you're going to tell us who you're working for."

Before Zhenya could respond, König stepped forward. His height and build made him tower over Zhenya, and his cold blue eyes were void of any warmth. "You think this is a joke?" he said, his voice deep and resonant. "You think you can just lie to us and walk away?"

König's hand shot out, gripping Zhenya's jaw with bruising force. "You'll speak, one way or another," he hissed, his breath hot against Zhenya's face.

Zhenya's resolve wavered under König's intense gaze. He could feel the fear creeping in, but he knew he had to stay strong. "I'm not a traitor," he insisted, his voice trembling slightly. "You've got the wrong guy."

Ghost moved behind Zhenya, his gloved hands sliding over his shoulders. "Is that so?" he murmured, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Then maybe you need a little persuasion."

Without warning, Ghost's hands tightened, his grip turning painful. König's fingers dug into Zhenya's jaw, forcing his head back. The cold and ruthless nature of their interrogation left no room for mercy.

König's lips twisted into a cruel smile. "We're going to enjoy breaking you," he said, his voice a chilling promise.

Zhenya's heart raced as he realized the depths of their intentions. They were determined to extract the truth, no matter the cost. And in that dimly lit room, surrounded by shadows and fear, he knew he was at the mercy of Ghost and König's unrelenting cruelty.