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Dress Up - 👻🧼

Dont mind soap, he just can’t think straight rn lol

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Asking Santa? -141

Price: alright kids (literal adults) what do you want for Christmas?

Gaz: I want a car

Soap: a kit to make tiny bombs

R/N: a fire extinguisher sounds nice

Ghost: ...I want a gun

Price: I need a better team, maybe that is what I want as a gift

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A necessary reminder!!

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PSA to all subs:

You can absolutely safeword during a punishment.

If anyone tries to tell you differently, stay far far away from them.

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Hello! How do you think König (or any of the guys really) would react to you calling them "my sweet lil guy"?

Thanks for this request!!🩷🩵🩷🩵 I just did this for multiple characters, as I thought this would be funny to see them! They’re short and sweet!

141 + Königs Reactions to Reader Calling Them "My Sweet Lil Guy."

Warnings: slight swearing, fluff, slight sexual references

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Simon Ghost Riley-

“Bloody hell.” Simon groaned, his hands moving to grasp at his back. “Damn thing hurts.”

"Awe, my sweet lil guy got a backache?" You teased, moving to rub Simon's back gently.

Simon turned, slowly, toward you a look of mock horror on his face. "The hell you just call me?"

You bit your lip to prevent a giggle, watching the confusion on your boyfriend's face with amusement. "My... sweet lil guy?"

Simon stared at you, his brows furrowing in confusion. “I’ve been called a lot of things in my life, but little isn’t one of them.”

“First for everything I suppose.” You shrugged your shoulders, struggling not to crack a smile under Simon’s intense stare.

“You’re a little brat, you know that?” Simon chuckled, kissing your temple.

“I’m the little brat, you’re the sweet lil guy.” You teased, scrunching your nose at him.”

“You’re pushing it, kid.”

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

“Everyone, I’d like for you to meet Johnny.” You smiled, introducing your boyfriend to your group of friends.

"Is this the "sweet lil guy" you've been telling us all about?" Your friend asked as she regarded Johnny with a smile.

Johnny blinked a few times before looking at you. "Your sweet lil guy?"

Your friend gave a hearty chuckle. "Yep, they call you thay all the time."

“Tha’ so?” Johnny quirked a brow at you, a devious smile making its way to his lips.

“Johnny no, pl-.” You started, but Johnny was quick to cut you off.

“That’s not what they were screaming in bed last night.”

Oh yeah, he won your friends over that night.

John Price-

“Cmon, sweetheart. It’s past midnight, surely you can put the book down and go to bed.” John groaned, it was well past his bedtime.

“Is my sweet lil guy tired?” You cooed, turning to face John in bed. “Promise I’m almost done.”

"Your sweet lil guy?" He looked at you, bemused by your nickname. “That really what comes to mind when you think of me?”

“Sure is.” You faked a yawn, flipping over to finish the chapter of the book you were reading.

John wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest. “Yeah, you’re sure about that?”

Your cheeks burned crimson, the prominent bulge in your lovers boxers now pressing hard against your back. “Y-yes.”

“Give me about two minutes. Once my cocks inside that pretty little mouth of yours- you’ll be choking on those words.”

König-

“Maus, can you help me with these straps?” König asked, gesturing to the buckled straps of his vest. “I can’t reach them.”

“I’ve got you sweet lil guy.” You chuckled, making your way over to him. You began to fiddle with the straps before he stopped you, abruptly turning to face you.

Königs cheeks became beat red as he stuttered out his words. "W-what?"

“Sweet lil guy? I meant it as a term of endearment Kö.” You blinked a few times, watching as your boyfriend’s face became as red as a tomato.

König couldn’t explain why.. exactly the name had him feeling so flustered. He was ANYTHING but small, in any regard, but he…liked the thought. It made him feel you didn’t find his large stature menacing, and the thought was comforting to him.

“Can you.. call me that again?”

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

“Damnit!” Kyle exclaimed, running his hands over his head in frustration. “I was so fucking close! I had him!”

"Did my sweet lil guy lose?" You chided, watching your boyfriend throw his controller on the couch in frustration.

“Yeah. I fucking did. I’ve been trying to beat that game all.. wait what did you call me?” Kyle whipped his head around to you, and it took everything in you not to laugh.

“My sweet lil guy is throwing a tantrum.” You giggled, watching as the corners of his lips turned upward. “Does baby need a kiss to make it better.”

Kyle nodded, his bottom lip pouting slightly. “I do.”

You bit your lip in amusement, before wrapping your arms around your boyfriend pulling him close to you. “I’ve got you baby boy.”

Kyle wouldn’t ever admit it, to anyone, but he certainly wouldn’t complain if you wanted to call him that again.

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ghost would make you wear his dog tags while he fucks you

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Me, choosing to aggressively ignore the events of MW3 so I can continue writing my silly little fanfics about my silly little fictional men:

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There's some clipping that I'll maybe correct tomorrow but needed to get this off my chest.

I won't address any spoilers, nor I care about canon, because fuck canon.

Task Force 141, whole and happy

(yes, I didn't add Riot because everyone is sick of her at this point lol, and this was not the point I wanted to address either. I'm so mad I can't even)

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The only thing I want from Activision atp is a written apology…

… and behind the scenes photos😛

Ya know,

I thought I would be fine to see MWIII spoilers because the game is huge and expensive so I will not be buying it anytime soon…

That being said… I saw a MAJOR SPOILER yesterday and I am… physically unwell🥲

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I actually love this AU omg ???

Hitman 141 would be TERRIFYING, an entity that ppl only whisper about-ESPECIALLY at the mention of Price, or someone being told to stfu if they do dare to utter his name, ppl keeping their heads down everytime 141 enters a room like they're THAT GOOD

Hitman 141 Headcanons

(Call of Duty Masterlist)

Rating: M Wordcount: 800 Tags: Hitman AU / Mercenary AU, Dark 141 Warnings: Brief descriptions of violence and torture A/N: Thank you for the brainworm anon

They don’t go by any name. There’s no title for their unit. 

The living know better than to speak of them

They’re known in the underground only as ‘The Four’

Black paint smears across their gazes, like the hand of the grim reaper has dipped its skeletal fingers in charcoal and tried to blind them

Their eyes gaze forward even so, looking for their next target, their next kill

It’s rare to see any of them, and even rarer to see them all together. When they enter into the secretive enclaves and dens of the world’s finest assassins, a hush falls over the crowd, and you see them grin- knowing that their mere presence invokes fear

They know how to kill men a thousand different ways, they say

There’s no target that’s too large for them

They can disable a government overnight, can sweep in under the cover of darkness and eliminate an entire cabinet in one fell swoop

And yet the depths of their deeds remain entirely unknown, with a finger pressed to lips of their victims before they grow cold

Nobody knows their real names. Those that have tried have failed- and the dead hold their secrets

They do go by names that only the damned dare to whisper

Gaz, their intelligence specialist who leaves no loose ends, who draws secrets from the graves of those who gasp words with their dying breaths

He knows, they whisper, knowing that he has ears everywhere. That even the shadows come to murmur in his ear. His sniper scope finds his targets, and he reads their lips before he fires a killing shot

When he talks to others, his smile is easy, that of a friend. Yet there’s a flicker in his eyes that speaks of a second sight, an ability to bleed words from your mouth before you can stop yourself

“Thanks, mate.” He tells you with a clap to your shoulder, and you watch in dread as he depart, and wonder what have I done?

Soap, their supplier, their demolitions expert, the man who leaves behind only a trail of ash that can’t be traced

He’s the friendliest of them, with his easy going smile and blue eyes. Yet there lurks a darkness in his gaze, a challenge, and you know if you get too close you’ll be incinerated by the flames

He’s rumored to have killed the president of a foreign country- the man dying in a tragic house fire with no discernible cause. They say it was a catastrophe that couldn’t have been stopped

Of course not, not when he created it. He smiled as he watched it burn

Ghost, the assassin, the reaper they say

He fought death, and won, but in his victory his soul is forever held by the grave. 

There’s a hundred different stories about his survival. He was lost in the wilderness and killed a bear to steal its pelt. His feet were poured into concrete and he broke his hands cracking himself free. He dug himself from the grave and took the scythe from the reaper to kill his enemies himself

His figure will be the last thing you ever see. There’s not even time to scream

Red drenches his bone white mask, and behind them stare the eyes of a dead man

Then there’s their leader- Price.

Price, they say, for a price must be given for the lives of those who’ve been killed. It’s a steep cost to deal with him and his men, and even steeper to refuse them

Smoke follows him in a mist, chokes the airways of his victims. There’s a brutality to him that’s untold, hardly restrained, witnessed by few who survive only to see him in their nightmares

The others yield to him, defer to his guidance. There’s rumors he’s immortal, has lived many lives but is cursed to roam the earth like Cain, having slain his own blood and now lives in eternal damnation

He tips his hat to the man he leaves hanging upside down from the rafters, leaving him to a slow and painful death even as he begs for mercy

What they don’t know is that his chosen targets are those that lurk in the dark, festering underbelly of the world- whose crimes damn them before they’re even revealed. The violent, the corrupt, the selfish, the takers of the innocent. None live beyond the sight of one of the four- a vision just before the end

They say they were soldiers once, defenders, warriors

Yet the world betrayed them, set their lives ablaze. In the ashes they were reborn, bent on the destruction of those who wronged them

By bathing in the blood of their enemies, they signed their souls for the devil to keep, bestowing upon them an inhumane darkness they wield at their fingertips

And some day, the devil will come to keep them

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Ya know,

I thought I would be fine to see MWIII spoilers because the game is huge and expensive so I will not be buying it anytime soon…

That being said… I saw a MAJOR SPOILER yesterday and I am… physically unwell🥲

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Please remember to mark your spoilers for MWIII!!

Some of us would like to experience the game on our own time and not be spoiled, thank you! 😊❤️

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I really thought I made this clear in my intro post but I guess it needs to be said again.

This blog is run by an adult who makes content for adults. That means if you are under the age of 18, you do not belong here because I do not make content for you. I do not care if you are “17 but gonna be 18 next week.” Hell, I don’t care if your 18th birthday is tomorrow; as far as federal law is concerned, you are a child.

If you follow me and I find out you’re a minor, I WILL block you.

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Please please please I know we all love Friends and Chandler was our favourite character and Matthew always put a smile on our faces and that’s all amazing but can we please please please talk about this:

“I've had a lot of ups and downs in my life. I'm still working through it personally, but the best thing about me is that if an alcoholic or drug addict comes up to me and says, 'Will you help me?' I will always say, 'Yes, I know how to do that. I will do that for you, even if I can't always do it for myself! So I do that, whenever I can. In groups, or one on one.

And I created the Perry House in Malibu, a sober-living facility for men. I also wrote my play The End of Longing, which is a personal message to the world, an exaggerated form of me as a drunk. I had something important to say to people like me, and to people who love people like me.

When I die, I know people will talk about Friends, Friends, Friends. And I'm glad of that, happy l've done some solid work as an actor, as well as given people multiple chances to make fun of my struggles on the world wide web...

but when I die, as far as my so-called accomplishments go, it would be nice if Friends were listed far behind the things I did to try to help other people.

I know it won't happen, but it would be nice.”

- Matthew Langford Perry

(August 19, 1969 - October 28, 2023)

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Happy Halloween! Here’s how 141 + Los Vaqueros celebrate the spookiest day of the year 🎃 (Partially 18+ NSFW)

(DISCLAIMER: my headcanons are my own; I’m an American so some of them might be Americanized. I don’t fully know many details regarding Día de Los Muertos, so I will not in good faith speak much about it in this post)

Captain Price

He’s not dressing up BUT he does go all out decorating for it. His permanent residence, his office, and if he’s on deployment he does what he can.

Really enjoys handing out candy. He loves seeing what costumes the kids/teens come up with every year.

He’s the dad that gets angry when kids TP his house.

MIGHT let you take him to a Halloween party, and if you do get him to dress up it will be something super simple like draping a white sheet over his head and cutting out eye holes😂

If you don’t go to a party, he’ll hang with you at home and watch scary movies with you

(Personally I don’t like horror bc I get nightmares easily so I’d like to think he’s very protective and cute about it🥹)

Will absolutely rail you in your costume when the night is over. Bonus points if you dressed in something intentionally sexy.

Soap

If anything, he’s the one dragging you to a Halloween party.

He’s dressing up as Ghost. Plans WEEKS ahead of time so he can steal one of his masks, rather than making his own since he knows Ghost’s are good quality.

Wherever he ends up this night, he’s getting FUCKED up if he has nothing going on the next day.

He’s helping the kids TP Price’s house🤪

Personally, the relationship dynamic I’d have with Soap is that Halloween is one day of the year (out of a few) where he can properly slut himself out; he deserves it. Like yes bestie put on your sexy devil costume and have fun💜

At the end of the night tho, he’s in your bed doing… ungodly things to and with you 😈

Ghost

He’ll maybe let you drag him to a costume party but complains the ENTIRE time.

Under no circumstances will he dress up. “I already wear a mask everyday, so there’s no point in wearing a different one tonight.”

Would much rather stay home watching horror movies. Lights off so he’s just… sitting there… in a dark ass room… watching something unreasonably scary, like Hereditary (2018) or a classic like The Exorcist (1973).

Gaz

He’s hosting the costume party. Even if the team is deployed, he’s gonna do what he can to make the best of it.

There WILL be a costume contest and Price never wins😃 Price kind of complains a bit about it like “Ugh another year without a win😒” but never actually does anything to help himself lol

He and Soap argued over who would dress up as Ghost. Obviously Soap won eventually so Gaz is stuck tryna figure something else out.

This year, he’s dressing up as Ken, but not like in the Insufferable Straight Man Trying To Win Feminism Points kind of way.

Alejandro

Absolutely fucking KILLS IT at Gaz’s Halloween party every year and has a winning streak in the costume contest.

Always hella creative with his costumes and gets super into it. He probably makes it himself and he goes, like, full cosplay about it.

This year he’s giving… Beetlejuice vibes, don’t ask me why. Broadway!Beetlejuice, specifically. Even makes his own snake like they have on stage, but smaller so he can have it chillin on his shoulder or something.

Rudy

This year he’s dressing up as Lydia so he can match with Alejandro. Even if we’re talking RudyxReader and AlejandroxReader, he’s still gonna go matching with his bestie.

Since he and Alejandro are both Mexican, they’re observing Día de Los Muertos together and with their families.

Between the two of them, Rudy is the one decorating for Halloween because Alejandro spends so damn much time working on his costume.

Spends so much time decorating for Halloween and preparing for Day of the Dead that he nearly forgets to get a costume but it’s fine this year because Lydia from Beetlejuice is quite a simple idea and Alejandro can hem a cheap dress in an instant🥰

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I accidentally cancelled the posts and didn’t realize until just now😒 anyway, there’s like 3 things coming in the next several hours couple days

Small little announcement…

I have several posts scheduled to be posted in the next few days.

And I KNOW I just started being active again, but following this post, I will be rescheduling my queued posts for next week and won’t be active until then.

I’m doing this out of respect for Inquisitor and those close to him. I hope that if the afterlife exists, he’s resting and he’s peaceful and being shown he’s loved.

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They're doing it again. Send help.