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MY GODDD thank you this is wonderful!!!! GO READ THIS EVERYONE I PROMISE I PROMISE ITS GOOD

Knight!ghost x maid!reader

Warnings: Light gore, heavy smut, 18+

@readgoods wonderful artwork of Ghost in armor with a codpiece changed my brain chemistry

The kingdom should have Ghosts head for this.

Let his head loll to the ground after the blade sliced through flesh and bone, and stab it on a stake to parade around the kingdom — a message to those who think of disobeying the crown. To those who wish to commit high treason among the monarchy.

But greed is hungry. It consumes, and it takes. It makes his senses dull and his eyes linger when you walk by, tracing your features out of the corner of his eye. Makes a deep ravenous ache deep in his gut, that coils around his ribs and tightens around his heart.

It makes him weak, and soft. Forces his hand, and makes him seek you out in the dead of night to the servant quarters to hear you chatter on about your day, or sneak decadent treats from the ballroom to the room you’ve been assigned to see you smile.

The kingdom should strip him of his titles for this.

Take away his power, his roles, his possessions. Leave him bare and banish him to the wastelands, leaving him to fend for himself in the woods. Let the wolves finish him off and turn his bones into peat.

Ghost should be outside the princess's door. Waiting for her to call his name sickeningly sweet — her eyes filled with mirth and her makeup garish. He should be there, at her beck and call, protecting the Princess. Serving the crown, rotten or not.

That is his duty. That is his honor.

But his hands followed his eyes when they wandered. His brain strayed along, lagging behind his heart. He let temptation consume him and leave his duty behind. Let his fingers graze yours in passing — let himself follow you when you slinked into the servant quarters to busy yourself with duties.

He could no longer think of the consequences. Not when his hands pulled you into the nearest closet, pushing up your dress as his mouth clamped onto your neck, your soft whimpers making his ears fill with cotton as the curve of your thighs made his body pulse with need.

“You are a temptress.” He hisses, grabbing your hips and pulling you to grind against his codpiece. Ghosts hips rush to meet yours, pushing against you to catch your cunt against the cold metal. When he reaches to pull the hood of your clit as he grinds the codpiece closer, your thighs shake with need.

He relishes in your moans, nibbling onto your ear as two fingers tap your lips. “Open,” he rasps, pulling his fingers from your thigh to instead rest on your cheek, squeezing them together. When you open your mouth, his tongue hurries to meet yours.

It’s filthy in the way its teeth and tongue, his tongue pushing deeper into your mouth to hear you keen for him, only pulling away when you squirm — your glassy eyes and bated breath almost making his eyes roll into his head.

His lips move to your neck, tonguing at the salty sweat made. He threatens to bite, to crack your bones open and sink into your marrow to make a home there — and you do nothing but tilt your head away to give him more access.

He’d much rather kneel to you. Lower his head to kiss your hand — ignoring the chipped nails and gnarled skin, or the ratty clothes and dirt stains— and watch you night and day, waiting for you to call for him. No longer serving the rotten, but something much sweeter. Much softer.

Your whines of his name break him out of his fervor, hips canting faster as you approach your peak. He should punish you, he thinks. Pull his hips away and watch your release slip from your grasp for bringing him to his knees so easily. For weakening his heart so greatly.

But he relishes in the way your body squirms as you come, hips twitching as you bite your bottom lip to silence your moans. When you lean back onto him, reaching up for a kiss, he then knows he can deny you nothing.

He will give you everything.

He deserves to serve something more sweeter. More softer.

Link to photo reference! : https://www.tumblr.com/readgoods/778351895707287552/knight-ghost

[applecidersugar]

Just had the thought of 141 with very feminine partners. In all different ways mind you, but still feminine.

Price fell in love with a girl who bakes and cooks alot, very kind hearted. Volunteers everyday for the community. He wears her pretty floral dresses as her hair is usually in a braid. She mothers 141 like her own babies and spoils them rotten. The boys always have a place to sleep with "Ma" (Soap called her that once and it stuck). Price doesn't know what he'd do without his 'pretty girl.' She is literally the reason he is not both homeless and/ or in jail for not doing his taxes or taking care of his property.

Gaz probably goes for a dark feminine kinda girl. Think Morticia Addams. Elegant outfits, glamorous makeup. Gaz doesn't care if people judge him or question their relationship. He's the one sitting on a vintage velvet couch drinking red with his wife while she explains why Frankenstien is a literary masterpiece. She has long coffin nails, and Gaz frequently comes to work with a black or deep red lipstick stain on his cheek or collar. Dude gets a whole wardrobe makeover because he used to dress like Adam Sandler on his days off. Now he looks like Gomez Addams with the nice shirts and pants. People have asked if they are a mafia family. Bonus points if his wife is taller and he's shorter.

Ghost and a Lolita girl. He unironically fucks with the dresses and the heels and the cute bonnets and hair pieces. Man learns how to do hair and actively buys her COORD and will 100% hold her bag whenever she needs to do something. Woman has her wallet and his heart in the palm of her hand. Ghost has frequently come home with new pieces from abroad (he has begged Nikolai to take him to Japan far too many times now) without his partner asking. Builds her a custom rack for her dresses with a neat compartment for her shoes. It's also very fun for him that people are more drawn to his girlfriend than him, considering he's used to people bugging him about the mask. Now it's just his partner getting asked a million questions on her outfits.

Soap with a pink pilates princess girl. He was just heading into the gym, saw a pilates class, met his girlfriend, and fell in love. She insists on making him protein lattes and makes sure he eats enough calories. Everyone noticed when Soap got a girlfriend because this man shoes up with the most girly lunchbox alive with his pink Stanley, and the dude is not bothered. A recruit tried to bully him over it, was immediately hit with 'it's lunch my wife made me. Cause I actually have one.' Does skincare with his girl. Man glowed the fuck up from this woman he keeps putting in the work alongside her. He also does pilates and has the best endurance and body athletic wise out of all of 141. Stares at her ass in leggings, and stares at her chest in cute tops. Touchy man does not stop at gym. He is all over this woman like butter on toast. Save her. She just wants to do her set in peace!!

Idea for Ghost having a Lolita partner inspired by @readgoods. Look at her art, it's honestly gorgeous. Writing this at work because I'm bored as shit.

[bi-writes]

I'm currently daydreaming about Retired!John Price and Midsize or black reader wife Thank you for hearing my daydreams, girly😘

mmmmmm don't look at @readgoods art then...............it'll just fuel your desires.

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god I can’t stop thinking about @/readgoods post and —

is it too much to ask to be Laswell’s assistant/pet she uses to relieve stress?!

Am I going to have to write eating that Oreo cookie myself??!

Fine 😤

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@readgoods I LOVE your art sm omg!! Ty for liking my fic ❤️

Older boyfriend Price who is absolutely DISTRAUGHT over the fact that you don’t care about marriage because you think he’s over it.

Note: this one has no smut but it has mentions of sex and sexual relations so interact at your own discretion.

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“What the fuck do you mean by you don’t want to?” If Price had been any louder, anyone outside his car would’ve been able to hear him.

It had been a few months into your relationship with Price after almost a year of being friends with benefits. You weren’t sure how your arrangement changed over time but you were glad to be with him as he valued you a lot.

“I mean, think about it. You’re like, what? 40-“

“I’m 37, love”

“Right, yeah, I just think that it doesn’t really matter as long as we’re having fun together. Honestly, I thought you’d agree,” you said before taking a bite out of your burger.

Price could only watch you in shock. Sure, your relationship started on the basis of sexual benefits but when he did think of the future all he thought of was you. Even if you were a generation younger than him, he had never felt such synergy with anyone before. It was a connection of a lifetime - emotional and sexual.

“So you don’t give a shit about marriage because you think I don’t care about it.”

“Kind of. If I’m gonna get married I need my partner to be on board too, don’t you think?” He sighed at your reply. You looked up at him, confused and cheeks full with your dinner as you grabbed the plastic cup of coke.

His heart swelled at the sight. It was like looking at an innocent chipmunk. To think that the same face looked fucked out an hour ago awed him but he couldn’t let himself get distracted by your unintentional seduction.

He grabbed your drink and put it back in the cupholder. You were about to whine but he grabbed your face and pulled you close, noses almost touching.

“You-“ peck “-are the most wonderful thing to happen to me and I’ll be damned if I don’t tie you down with me in the future.”

Your face heated up. You had swallowed your food not too long ago but your mouth felt like it had gone dry.

With your face in his hands he continued. “I’ll have a rock on your pretty little finger before you know it.” He left a longer peck on your lips this time and pulled away.

What you didn’t know was that he already had a ring for you. It was stored away in a hidden drawer in his desk, waiting to be worn by you.

In fact, he had brought it just a month into your relationship. He wasn’t religious but he knew that a person like you was the blessing of a lifetime.

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[readgoods]

I just wrote a blurb inspired by your wip/poll. Thanks for the inspo :) 🫶

OH MY GOODNESS GO READ THIS RIGHT NOW you did so good!! I love it!

[finemadeline]

Knight!ghost x maid!reader

Warnings: Light gore, heavy smut, 18+

@readgoods wonderful artwork of Ghost in armor with a codpiece changed my brain chemistry

The kingdom should have Ghosts head for this.

Let his head loll to the ground after the blade sliced through flesh and bone, and stab it on a stake to parade around the kingdom — a message to those who think of disobeying the crown. To those who wish to commit high treason among the monarchy.

But greed is hungry. It consumes, and it takes. It makes his senses dull and his eyes linger when you walk by, tracing your features out of the corner of his eye. Makes a deep ravenous ache deep in his gut, that coils around his ribs and tightens around his heart.

It makes him weak, and soft. Forces his hand, and makes him seek you out in the dead of night to the servant quarters to hear you chatter on about your day, or sneak decadent treats from the ballroom to the room you’ve been assigned to see you smile.

The kingdom should strip him of his titles for this.

Take away his power, his roles, his possessions. Leave him bare and banish him to the wastelands, leaving him to fend for himself in the woods. Let the wolves finish him off and turn his bones into peat.

Ghost should be outside the princess's door. Waiting for her to call his name sickeningly sweet — her eyes filled with mirth and her makeup garish. He should be there, at her beck and call, protecting the Princess. Serving the crown, rotten or not.

That is his duty. That is his honor.

But his hands followed his eyes when they wandered. His brain strayed along, lagging behind his heart. He let temptation consume him and leave his duty behind. Let his fingers graze yours in passing — let himself follow you when you slinked into the servant quarters to busy yourself with duties.

He could no longer think of the consequences. Not when his hands pulled you into the nearest closet, pushing up your dress as his mouth clamped onto your neck, your soft whimpers making his ears fill with cotton as the curve of your thighs made his body pulse with need.

“You are a temptress.” He hisses, grabbing your hips and pulling you to grind against his codpiece. Ghosts hips rush to meet yours, pushing against you to catch your cunt against the cold metal. When he reaches to pull the hood of your clit as he grinds the codpiece closer, your thighs shake with need.

He relishes in your moans, nibbling onto your ear as two fingers tap your lips. “Open,” he rasps, pulling his fingers from your thigh to instead rest on your cheek, squeezing them together. When you open your mouth, his tongue hurries to meet yours.

It’s filthy in the way its teeth and tongue, his tongue pushing deeper into your mouth to hear you keen for him, only pulling away when you squirm — your glassy eyes and bated breath almost making his eyes roll into his head.

His lips move to your neck, tonguing at the salty sweat made. He threatens to bite, to crack your bones open and sink into your marrow to make a home there — and you do nothing but tilt your head away to give him more access.

He’d much rather kneel to you. Lower his head to kiss your hand — ignoring the chipped nails and gnarled skin, or the ratty clothes and dirt stains— and watch you night and day, waiting for you to call for him. No longer serving the rotten, but something much sweeter. Much softer.

Your whines of his name break him out of his fervor, hips canting faster as you approach your peak. He should punish you, he thinks. Pull his hips away and watch your release slip from your grasp for bringing him to his knees so easily. For weakening his heart so greatly.

But he relishes in the way your body squirms as you come, hips twitching as you bite your bottom lip to silence your moans. When you lean back onto him, reaching up for a kiss, he then knows he can deny you nothing.

He will give you everything.

He deserves to serve something more sweeter. More softer.

Link to photo reference! : https://www.tumblr.com/readgoods/778351895707287552/knight-ghost

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#insta #thought #thoughtoftheday #quotes #instaquotes #blogwlog #quotesoftheday #good #life #readgood #livebetter

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Go2019 cast and crew: idk when i readgood omens i thought it wohld be better if crowley was always angry

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@readgoods you’re killing meeeeee

If Ghost got into a relationship with someone who has a good relationship with their dad, I can't help but picture how a "shovel talk" would play out between his partners father and him. Poor Simon, he'd have to explain if he hurt his partner, the 141 would beat his ass first and no one would find his body.

I love this idea partially because I have like a very gentle nonviolent father who probably at most would be like “be gentle with her she’s very sensitive” and then Ghost would be like “don’t worry, sir. I’ve been personally assured by my squad that if I fumble her I’ll be summarily executed via firing squad”

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[readgoods]

Yess! I love this! What a cutie pie, both of them!

Sweet Treat

Soap x Baker!reader. Very wholesome, very sweet. Tempted to make a whole oc dedicated to this idea tbh. I have not written in ages, so if this is bad or has odd pacing, I promise I can write 😭. Also, there are not really any triggers so don't worry! Just some wholesome fluff. Also shout out to @readgoods for responding to my ask and inspiring this piece.

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Soap has lived in the same cycle for as long as he could remember. Blood, gunfire, smoke. Life and death situations that he had no ability to control. Unmanageable stress he tried so hard to get a grip on. The man had no consistency in his life ever since he enlisted.

The one bit of normality Johnny had was bakeries.

Every town, every village, every place has that one good shop to buy something sweet. From German Apple Pancakes to Coffee Jelly, Soap has tasted a sweet treat everywhere he's gone. It's consistent, it's sweet. It brings light to otherwise dark times in his life.

So when he heard the town he was stationed in had a brand new bakery opening, Soap knew he'd have to go. So on his one day off, the man got dressed and walked down to town just for some sweets. When he actually arrived at the bakery, the soldier had to stop and compare photos.

The ones on the map showed this... beige building. But the building before him was a soft lavender color with a hand painted door. There were flowers outside, there was a pretty sign. It looked a hell of a lot better than he expected.

Walking inside, Soap relaxed a bit. Just a quiet bakery with a nice seating area. The smell of baked goods and real coffee hit his senses like a truck. Setting his bag down to claim a seat, the Scotsman walked up to the counter.

He barely read over the menu before he saw her. This woman, who seemed sweet and a little shy. Her eyes seemed to sparkle when Soap even looked at the counter. Maybe she was stunned someone like him had decided to get a pastry. That's a fair reaction, he's gotten that a lot. As Soap speed read through the menu, he decided on what he'd like.

"Hello, welcome to Berry Sweet Bakery!" The woman started, her cheeks glowing as Soap straighten his back. "What can I get for you today?"

"Can I get a caramel macchiato? No whipped cream just the caramel on top. And one of those little..." Soap paused, his mind going blank as the pretty lass in front of him gave him this big, doe eyes smile. Man, he's missed seeing women.

An odd thought to have, but a very real one. The only woman he's seen lately was either Laswell, who he had no interest in, or Farah. And, in Soap's opinion, Farah is basically his sister. So the man hasn't looked at a not professional woman in... in a hot minute.

The woman didn't rush him, didn't make him hurry. She just stood there with that reassuring smile. Good god, this woman was gorgeous. Pretty eyes, soft looking lips. An angel before him. Soap finally was able to snap out of his daze before speaking.

"Sorry, lost my train of thought. An apple fritter, please."

As the woman rang him up, Soap noticed the burn scars near her wrists. Such a sweet girl shouldn't be getting burned by her oven. His eyes glanced over to the little doorway, staring at the big ovens. It's a wonder this girl isn't hot and uncomfortable all the time. He breaks a sweat anytime he's on the field or near fire or-

Soap paused, staring at the receipt. It was only a couple pounds, but it should be more. He wondered if maybe he just read the signs wrong. Maybe he got the cheaper options this go around. So as the man went and sat down to wait for coffee, he dragged out a sketchbook. Art was another constant in Soap's life, all the way back when he was a lad. It keeps him sane. Keeps him human, he'd joke.

After a few minutes, that gorgeous girl appeared again. Soap barely looked up when she set the plate down, mostly in fear he'd embarrass himself. Out the corner of his eye, he noticed there was an extra apple fritter. One he didn't order. And his macchiato was a large, with an intricate flower made from caramel on top.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. But I didn't order-"

"It's on the house. Consider it a thank you for your service." The woman cut him off, offering a kind smile. Soap raised a brow before she pointed to his army tattoo. Ah. Right. Makes sense. Military discount. Not because she- never mind.

"Thank you, lass. Though you don't need to thank me. Seeing people living happy lives, seeing people thrive and live their dreams? That's what keeps me going."

The woman gave Soap a smile, and Soap swore he felt his heart skip a beat. Soap realizes now just how much he missed being around women. Especially pretty women. He could feel his nerves spike as the woman giggled in response, her eyes crinkling in a way that made lighting buzz under Johnny's skin.

"You're so poetic." She started, looking around the café. "This place was my grandmother's. She and my grandfather raised me. She passed this January. I thought I'd give it my go at the business. Ya know, keep her honor alive."

"That's touching." Soap managed to say as he reached for his coffee. In all honesty, this woman was the first normal person he's talked to. Lord knows Ghost and Price aren't normal. Taking a sip, Soap grinned. "I think you're doing great. This is incredible."

The rest of that afternoon was spent talking to the woman as she went about her work duties. Soap just smiled and sketched her at every possible angle he could. And the woman just kept working about, rambling about life and other things. When the inevitable customer came in, Soap was able to really look at his work. She was...wonderful in his eyes. The way she laughed, the way she scrunched up her face when she focused. All these little things seemed to add up into a woman Soap found to be inspiring.

And, if he was completely honest, she was hot. Like, Soap had to fight the urge to flirt with her because God knows he doesn't want to fuck this up.

At the end of her shift, Soap let her clean up and get things put into boxes. Though he was quite surprised to see this woman load up her van with baked goods.

"Hey, dove. What are ya doing?" He asked, leaning against the brick wall.

The woman smiled, setting the boxes down before turning to Soap. "I donate all my day old pastries to the women's shelter in town. Keeps food from being wasted. Plus raccoons don't dig in my trash as much." She explained as she shut her hatch.

"Aren't you an angel?" Soap teased, before realizing the woman had a box in her hand. He raised a brow as she handed it to him. Blinking, Soap looked back at the woman he just rubbed the back of her neck.

"Thought you may like some to take to base. I know you may never be back here again, so I thought you maybe wanna keep some for later in the week. Or share them! Just don't let anyone read the inside of the box. That's only for you."

Soap stood there in stunned silence as he looked at this girl. She was giving him sweets to take back to base. This girl seems genuinely sad that he's leaving. The soldier could hardly speak as he just held the box in his hands. No one, in any place he visited, gave him some to take back home. No one ever made him feel like he'd be missed. Not even his mother gave him this type of kindness when he left.

"I'll be back one day. I promise." Soap insited, making the girl smile. "And when I do, I'll be your little errand boy. Do deliveries, wear an apron. May even wear the silly little hat most bakers wear."

The woman laughed, and Soap knew he'd have to come back someday. Come hell or high water, he'd come back and see this random girl again. She grinned back at Soap before walking towards her car.

"I'd love to see you in an apron. And I'm gonna hold you to it, MacTavish." She shouted, stepping into her car. Sticking her head out the window, the girl shouted again. "I'll see you later! Be safe!"

As the girl drove off, Soap flipped open the boxes lid. His eyes went wide as he read the paper note taped inside.

"Here's my number so you can text me. And here's my Instagram if you wanna follow me. Stay safe!"

Soap practically ran back to base to show off the pretty girl he became friends with. He followed her as soon as he was home, and as he ate his box of sweets, he couldn't help but think of the pretty lass who he drew over and over again.

It's a good thing Price told the team they'd be here for the next couple of months. He couldn't hide his excitement as he checked his phone after briefing.

Maybe a sweet treat couldn't hurt.

[readgoods]

hello miss

can we see any of the 141 as a bull hybrid/minotaur?

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I have one planned up now, thank you for the suggestion! Not sure when it'll be happening because I have a list of other ideas (current poll here) but I do want to get to it eventually :)