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"All for me?" | Soap x Reader

Coming home from a long day to a little surprise planned by Stg. John "Soap" MacTavish leads to a rather interesting evening. (AKA: My dear friend said Soap eats pussy like a champ. She's right. So I wrote it for her.) NSFW Below!

A pretty pink box. That’s when she should’ve known that this was the beginning of a very long night for her. Just a pretty box on the bed with a white bow tied neatly around it with a note that said “open me” in Johnny’s all too familiar handwriting. He was a devilish thing, that was for sure - and little gifts like this carried that same spark of mischief. Deft fingers slid the silk bow from around itself and with a soft little pop the top of the box was removed. Sitting on a little bed of pink cloth was a beautiful pair of delicate pink and white lace panties. Completely see through, they’d leave nothing to the imagination but she figured that would be part of their fun. Little white bows adorned the hips of them, incredibly innocent looking for what was about to happen to this poor, pretty pair of panties.

She was quick to get undressed, not one for wanting to delay their little game. This was Johnny’s personal bit of heaven - getting to ruin his woman and watch her fall apart on his tongue. His own form of stress relief after a long day. She was just sliding those barely-there panties in place over her hips when the door to their bedroom creaked open. A low chuckle sounded at the little jump she gave as she turned to spot Johnny slinking over to her. “There’s my pretty girl,” he purred out, eyes half-lidded with desire as he stalked ever closer and let his calloused hands caress over her soft skin.

“Fuck.. these pretty little panties all for me, doll? You spoil me,” the sergeant purred as he dipped his head to run his nose along her jaw, inhaling the sweet notes of her perfume. Even after orchestrating this whole thing, he acts as though this was all some elaborate surprise just for him. Something that had the both of them sharing a knowing little smirk with each other.

He captured Warmth flooded through every vein as his hands drifted closer and closer to the sheer lace. Johnny’s breathing was heavier with each passing second, chest already damn near heaving as he summoned every ounce of restraint he had. No need to rush their fun, they had all night but Johnny.. he’s never been a truly patient man. And as his darling little lady rolled her hips against his own? Any attempt at being a proper gentleman was gone.

Fingertips dug into her thighs, his grip hard enough to bruise as he lifted her and tossed her onto their bed. A wicked grin stretched across his face as he watched her sink into the plush blankets strewn about. “Squirmin’ so much for me already.. I haven’t even touched you yet, pet,” he cooed, voice teasing and condescending as he made a show of stripping for her. A flash of deep pink settled across his cheeks and down his neck at how intently she stared at him, how her eyes raked over his tanned skin, lingering on the coarse hair that covered his chest.

“Like what you see, lass?” he chucked, rolling his eyes a bit as he slowly crawled between her legs. She parted her thighs for him, the simple action making his cock twitch. There was a wet patch forming on that sheer lace, making the panties stick to her smooth cunt. “Fuckin’ hell, doll.. gonna be the death of me looking like that. Lean back, let me have a taste,” he rasped out, dropping down to his elbows and hooking his hands around her thighs to keep her nice and spread for him.

In seconds his tongue was on her, panties still in the way and the friction caused by the lace was delicious on her throbbing clit. Her hands flew to his hair, tugging at the messy Mohawk as she tried to clamp her legs around his head. “Ah, ah, missy. You lie there and let me have my fill,” he warned, pinching the meat of her thigh and fighting off a grin at her adorable little squeak.

As her legs fell open once more, he was back to lapping at her sweet cunt, eyes rolled back as he sucked on her clit through the thin fabric, gently rolling that sensitive nub between his teeth and letting her sweet little mewls spur him on. “Fuck, princess, taste like fuckin’ heaven,” he moaned, fingertips gripping at her hips as he moved her to grind against his tongue. Her grip on his hair tightened as she worked herself closer to that sharp edge of pleasure. “Go ahead, love, take what you need,” Johnny moaned out, a slight whine to his voice as he fought the urge to beg her to come undone on his tongue.

He groaned as she clawed at his shoulders, her hips bucking against his face as she felt her orgasm crash through her. A soft laugh bubbled up from his throat as he felt her legs shake beneath his palms. “There you go,” he purred sweetly, pressing soft kisses to her quivering thighs. “But I’m not done with you, princess.. need you to ride my face,” he whispered, desperation creeping into his voice as his hips rutted against the mattress. Just a little more and he’d fall right over the edge with his girl. Johnny pulled away, a soft groan on his lips as he saw the state she was left in.

A deep red flush was spread over her cheeks and down her neck, her hair was messy from how she writhed around on the sheets, and she had a few tear stains down her cheeks from her desperation. “Like a damn painting..” he whispered and placed a few small kisses up her chest, nipping at her breasts before he laid down on his back. He took her hand as he guided her up to hover over his face. The sweet scent of her arousal caused his head to spin as he rubbed over her thighs. “C’mon, doll.. take a seat.. please.. need another taste.. just one more, please,” he wasn’t above begging anymore. Not when he needed to come so badly he thought his head was going to explode.

She wasn’t one to really deny him anything, especially not now while she was lost in her own throes of pleasure. She lowered herself to his mouth, immediately grinding down on his tongue as he lapped at her through the fabric. His cock twitched and strained as it laid on his hip, leaking precum onto his heated skin, and Johnny knew his orgasm was right around the corner, it was barreling towards him as he whimpered into his lover’s pretty cunt. His eyes were half open, half rolled back as he tried to look up at her, to take in how absolutely stunning she looked above him. Hands gripped tight to the headboard as she rolled her hips with practiced ease to use his tongue to work herself closer to another orgasm, her eyes rolled back with her mouth forming a soft ‘o’ as she rides his face like she was born to do it.

But there was still something in the way, something that held him back from falling over that edge of ecstasy. Those damn pink fucking panties. Panties that he was so keen to see her in were now the one thing standing between him and coming untouched just from the taste of his woman on his tongue. So he lifted her up just slightly, his head following the natural curve of her hip so he could grip the thin fabric between his teeth. With a canine tooth digging into that little fucking bow, Johnny quickly tugged his head to the side, hearing the satisfying rip of those little panties as he tore them clean off the absolute goddess above him.

Spitting them out off to the side, Johnny was back on her dripping cunt in an instant, feeling her arousal coat his chin and drip down his fucking neck as his tongue plunged deep within her. Plush thighs squeezed around his head as she rocked her hips forward once, twice, and then a third time before she was soaking his face even further, going almost boneless on top of him. She clung to the headboard with any remaining strength she had as Johnny’s lips sealed around her clit and he sucked like it was the last thing he would ever do.

One orgasm rolled easily into a second one as she rutted against his mouth. Her perfect little screams punctuated with shivering sobs is what threw him over the edge, ropes of cum painting his chest and over her ass as his hips bucked wildly, seeking friction that he knew he wouldn’t find.

Johnny would ease her off of him, grabbing a spare towel by the nightstand before wiping her down and laying her back on her little nest of pillows. He got himself cleaned up, a lazy smile on his face while his chin still gleamed with remnants of her arousal. “Absolutely perfect for me, bonnie,” he sighed out, pleased as he curled up beside her.

His eyes would flit over to the little gag gift she got him a few months ago. A custom little chalkboard with 0 Days Since Johnny Destroyed Panties printed on it. A little snort of laughter left him as he buried his face into his lover’s neck.

Another day of proving that damn chalkboard right.

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Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x afab!reader

If it were anyone else you’d be panicking over the difficulty you were experiencing with breathing, but this was worth it. Having the taste of Simon’s salty skin filling your mouth, the faint musk in your nose, blend together inside your brain to create his essence. The feeling of his heavy, thick cock sliding back and forth along your tongue, nudging further into your throat with each thrust was strangely grounding and quelled any panic that might rise in your stomach.

Under the grip of your hands his thighs tremble, knees bent slightly so he can control the angle of his thrusts. Through clumped lashes and watery eyes you look up into his flushed face, pupils blown wide as he watches you swallowing down his cock without protest, accepting every inch of him. He’s told you often enough that no one else has ever been able to handle him the way you. He maintains you were made just for him. Perhaps it’s true, all you know is there isn’t a part of this man you don’t worship.

“Y’ready? I’m close, love,” he growls, actually growls as the ever present gravel in his voice mixes with the pure lust in his veins. You tap once for an acknowledgment, unable to voice your agreement.

A tiny whimper rolls through your throat and straight into him as his grip on your hair tightens, sending prickles through your scalp and into your aching pussy.

It’s enough to push him over the edge and your senses are suddenly filled with the hot, thick sensation of his load pouring down your throat. His knees would buckle entirely if he weren’t afraid of hurting you, so he leans forward, dwarfing you in your knelt position entirely for a moment.

The moment he can catch his bearings after the whiteout of his orgasm, Simon gathers you to him, crushing you with shaking breaths to his chest and pulls you beside him on the nearby bed.

“Fuck… fuck…” he mutters, holding you close. “You okay?”

“Mmmm…” you hum in response, brain fogged and muscles stiff, but happy.

“Just gimme a minute, yeah?” He sighs, deep in a moment of pure relief. “Just catch my breath, and then I’m gonna need you to come up here and sit on my face.”

You chuckle warmly, patting his broad chest.

“You sure about that? I thought you were tired?”

“I’m never too tired for you,” he replies, and pulls you closer for a lingering kiss. The taste of his release still coating your lips and tongue. “Now, move princess. Don’t keep me waiting.”

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GhostGaz Week Round 2

Here it is! After a wonderful week long project, GhostGaz Week has come to an end! This was such a blast to participate in!

Around 6.2k words of fluff (and a bit of angst/comfort)! Thank you @ghostgazweek for putting on this event! <3

Read the whole thing here!

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🫧Soap being soapy🧼🫧

The full version is here

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Those 141 smiles just hit different

I would protect Elliot and Neil with my life look at the precious muffins

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CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE Call of Duty: Modern Warfare III (2023)

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I just love blushy ghost and so does soap

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WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME THERE ARE 3 OF THEM?!?

Goddamit

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See you on the other side?

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"i fuUCKING HATE THIS GAME!!"

*continues to play that game*

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Moose's Flufftober '23

Here it is! The finished product of Flufftober for this year!

I had an absolute blast working with these prompts! The whole thing ended up being ~18K words of tooth-rotting fluff!

Read the whole thing here!

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WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THIS OMFG SOMEBODY FUCKIN WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT THIS

full video + others : u/141soldier on reddit

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SoapGhostRoach Soulmate Drabble

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Idea: People can hear their soulmate's voice in times of great distress. For Simon, he hears it while in captivity under Roba. Simon's not expecting to even have a soulmate. Let alone two. And he definitely never planned on actually meeting them.

Word Count: 700

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cw // gore, blood, general nastiness with Simon’s torture | angst with a happy ending

Pain. That was the only thing he had felt for months at this point. Nonstop torture in whatever sick way Roba decided to prescribe it. Simon didn’t feel in control of his body anymore. It wasn’t his. It didn’t belong to him. Like a large part of him had died once he was brought in here. Everything left was a shell. An empty shell that refused to die. And no matter what, Simon refused to talk. He wasn’t a traitor. He wasn’t a coward. He was a good soldier. A strong man with an iron will. And he wouldn’t let these people take that away from him. That little slice of pride he had left wouldn’t allow it.

But he was beginning to rethink all of that as he felt his flesh sliced and a hole gouged into his side. When that hook pierced through muscle that was never supposed to see the light of day, Simon howled in pain. It tore through his soul, shredded it to ribbons as he was hoisted higher and higher, the chain creaking under the strain. The sound of metal groaning like that, threatening to bend to his much more pliable bone.. it was a sound that would haunt Simon for whatever sort of life he had after this - no matter how short it might be.

Numbness. It started to creep in like a sickness, a deadly poison that was leeching his lifeblood. It started in his toes and fingers as warm, sticky blood trickled down his side and dripped to the hardened earth below him. It crept up his arms, tickling the skin as flies began to buzz around the open wound, looking for a spot to land. It started to lap at his torso and that’s when the fear hit him like a truck. He was dying. This would be the end for him. There was no way he would make it out of this. Even if he talked. Even if he spilled everything he wouldn’t get out of this. Right?

Until he heard it. Like a soft caress against his ears he heard his own name spoken so softly. So sweetly. “Simon..” they called to him. He could distinctly hear it. Two voices. Two. One with a thick Scottish accent, the other a much more subdued British one - not too much unlike his own. The voices melded against him, wrapping him in imaginary arms and squeezing him tight, tight, tight. As if they were holding him together.

“Come home..” they whispered again and it took everything in Simon not to break right there. He was never under the impression he would hear his soulmate. Never. It seemed rare enough anyways and Simon had been through so much he was starting to think he didn’t have one anyways. But.. but two? That was unheard of. Unless Simon was going absolutely batshit insane, there were two voices there.

And he had to find them.

It wouldn’t be until a few years after he got back that would find the owners of those voices though. After he dug himself out of that grave and was picked up and shipped to Price’s doorstep. Ghost took time to recover. A lot of time. Until Price deemed him ready for missions again. He hid behind that hard shell mask and never left that comfort. He had given up on finding the owners of those voices by now. It wasn’t worth it.

Until he was going on a quick mission with his new team. Men he hadn’t met before but was assured by Price that they would get along.

“Nice to meet ya, L.t.!”

“Pleased to meet you."

A Scot and a Brit. Voices he knew. Voices that had pulled him from the depths of despair and hopelessness. Voices he realized very quickly had saved his life. Attached to two men that made Simon’s deadened heart stutter back to life.

If he smiled behind that skull mask as he muttered out a “fuckin’ hell”, no one needed to know.

If the sergeants’ eyes lit up when they heard him speak, again, no one needed to know.

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they are on a date 👀

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Bear 💪🐻

04/07/23

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TF-141 CREW

this strted just as a warmup doodle cuz i wanted to set down on my own ghost face hc and ended up drawing the whole 141 cuz i love them dearly

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BatDad and BatBaby.

Nightwing #100

by: Tom Taylor, Bruno Redondo, and Adriano Lucas