#Soap is so obsessed with Ghost fr

[nekrosmos]

My Dragon's Dogma GhostSoap adventure is going very well so far

Soap's ID is GOYDPVCBNSEZ for anyone interested !

[wrestlingwithlife]

Task Force 141 Boys with Cowboy (Head canons)

Decided I’d write some head cannons for Cowboy!Reader with our main boys either that haven’t written about yet or have but are so cute I wanted to reiterate <3

Task Force 141 x Cowboy!Reader

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Soap :

#1 hype man fr 🗣️🗣️

Absolutely obsessed 😍

Will literally find any excuse to get Y/n to talk just to hear his accent

After watching Ghost get man handled by him he actually begged Y/n to spar with him

Looks up southern stuff to say to Y/n

“Y/n, will you take me to a Honkytonk? 🥺”

He tries his best but at this point he’s just doing it to get a reaction

Stumbled across the song “F***** by a Country Boy” and thought all country music was like that

Couldn’t look Y/n in the eye with hearing it in his head for a solid week

Never sleeps better then when his head is in Y/n’s lap

Literally will sleep like a rock

Soap is usually the one who falls asleep on Y/n

He didn’t realize how cuddly Y/n actually was until after one fateful night

Soap had came to watch old murder files with the southern male one night

Y/n fell asleep on Soap’s shoulder, slumbering silently

When Soap went to lean forward to grab his water he was yanked back into Y/n

Y/n bear hugged him to his chest and refused to let him go

Soap cherished that moment for the rest of forever

Added ‘Save a horse ride a cowboy’ to his Instagram bio

Has def stolen Y/n hat and tried it on

Y/n didn’t have the heart to tell him about the hat rule

But he’ll handle it eventually~

Absolute thigh guy

Has been caught staring so many times

Does not care

Continues to stare 👀

Has asked Y/n to crush him between his thighs

Y/n thought he was joking

He was not

#relatable

Ghost :

Absolutely whipped

Won’t even deny it if someone calls him out

He’s all about that Honkytonk Badonkadonk🤠

When Y/n says a word or phrase he doesn’t understand he just nods along until the male walks away, in which he will whip out his phone and immediately search it up

When Y/n mentioned there were times he missed his horses he made it his personal mission to find horses for him to pet

Ended up finding a place nearby that did horse therapy

He and Y/n both went and they absolutely loved it

The horses absolutely adored Y/n and smothered him with love

The southern male was happy to reciprocate

Ghost took a picture of it and now it’s his Lock Screen

Ghost was nervous the horses weren’t going to like him

Most animals don’t like his mask

Was elated when he realized the horses didn’t care about it

They really started to love him when Y/n showed Ghost how to feed them

Ghost was in heaven

He grew particularly fond of an old shire mare

She was all white and covered in scars but she was so impossibly gentle for her massive size

The worker said they called her Big Mama and she’d was a retired logging horse that had been rescued from going to slaughter

She adored Ghost and followed him everywhere

The workers explained she had a knack for taking the more nervous horses and animals on the ranch under her wing and making them feel a safe

Ghost almost cried when he hugged her 🥺

Now where Soap liked to sleep on Y/n, Ghost prefers to have Y/n sleep on him

Was laying in bed with Y/n one night while scrolling through his phone

Y/n was already snoozing 😴

Ghost went to put his phone on the nightstand only to get yanked back

Bro was shocked

Y/n snatched him back, burrowing under his arm

Almost cried again 🥹

Price :

Absolutely adores Y/n southern culture

Has a little notebook where he keeps stuff he learned from Y/n written down 🖊️

Occasionally uses southern slang around Y/n but unlike Soap he’s completely serious

Except the word Ain’t

He refuses to say that

When he finds out Y/n feels homesick he does everything he can to help

Gets Y/n all his favorite things

Favorite candies, books, flowers, even got Y/n a cow stuffie when he talked about missing his animals

Y/n put it next to his horse stuffie he got him last week

Price is a good cook but he doesn’t usually have the urge to do it that often

But when Y/n talked about a dish from his home town he missed??

Price spent two day’s learning how to make it and getting the stuff

Whipped that shit up like freaking master chef

The cowboy was elated and gave Price the most bone crushing hug

Snuck a little cheek kiss in there too 💋

Price’s cheeks turned pink so fast

I’m just going to say it…

Has drunk made out with Y/n before 🤯

The two got absolutely turnt on whiskey and just went for it

They never spoke about it after that but when they get close they still think about it

Price misses how the American male tastes

Something definitely awoke in him the day that he watched Y/n ride that mechanical bull

In a game of ‘Fuck, Marry, Kill’ Y/n would Marry Price a hundred times over

I mean, me too 😍

Tried southern Cajun food that Y/n made once and his heart almost stopped

It tasted good and then all of a sudden everything was on fire

Did better at holding his spice then Soap tho so 10/10

Y/n’s go to after solo missions

Y/n will stumble into his office all tired and instead of pulling up a chair just plops on the floor and leans his head on Price’s leg

Price just plays with his hair while he finishes paper work

He’d be lying if he said his mind didn’t occasionally wander with how close Y/n was to his nether regions 😜

Gaz :

Trails Y/n like a puppy 🐶

I mean this boy hangs off his every word

If Y/n ever has to run an errand off the base you best believe Gaz will be going with him

Also looks up southern slang to understand Y/n better

Also listened to “F***** by a Country Boy” and couldn’t look Y/n in the eyes for a solid week

Always offers to help Y/n when he works out

Sometimes gets distracted when he’s spotting but no one can blame the poor boy

Acts of service is def his love language ❤️

Demands to know the names of every animal Y/n owns

Made a playlist of songs that Y/n mentioned he liked

Listens to it constantly

Likes to ‘help’ Y/n cook

Really just hands him stuff that Y/n asks for

Handles the spices the best out of any of them

When it’s just the two of them going out for whatever reason he’ll just grab onto Y/n somehow

Holding a hand, the hem of a jacket or shirt, or intertwining their arms

Y/n is happy to reciprocate

People will come up to Gaz while Y/n is distracted and compliment how cute of a couple they are

Just thanks them and doesn’t deny it ever

Sleeps in Y/n’s bed more then his own

Y/n will be working at his desk and Gaz will just wander in in and plop onto his bed to sleep

If Y/n takes to long Gaz will sigh loudly till he gets the hint

Always fights Soap for Y/n’s lap on movie nights

Besides Price he’s probably got the best sense of self control

He ain’t perfect though

Is Y/n isn’t watching him he is LOCKED ON

Always locked onto those cheeks 🥵

His mind does tend to wander

Y/n could ask Gaz to fake his death and run away with him and Gaz would do it in a heartbeat

[ivestas]

a good shot

Summary: König had a staring problem, so you confront him about it. 

Tags: sniper!fem!reader x konig, platonic!141 x reader, barely edited, awkward, unintentional confession(?)

Word count: 1.1k

Note: my mw2 obsession is real. been trying to deny it but its all that occupies my brain.... send some reqs?? i have such a bad habit of saying that then not following thru but i promise i will LMFAOOO (nah but fr tho im working on ur guys’ requests, just veryyyy slowly since, again, mw2 brainrot) also sorry if this seems rushed, i just wanted to get this idea out of my head hehe

König had a staring problem. 

You really didn’t know why, but whenever he was near, you could practically feel his gaze burn a hole through your skin. 

You weren’t one to care for stares—you were used to it, especially in your early years as a merc. Most would just be curious why a woman was wearing a bullet vest, especially civilians. 

But... König’s eyes were intense. Nothing like the curious—or even hateful—looks you were used to. 

You were sure you hadn’t done anything wrong; you barely spoke, never really caring too. You kept to yourself. You didn’t particularly stand out next to your flamboyant peers. 

So... why? 

You’d first asked Soap about it: he was a people person, always seemed to know someone’s intentions in an instant. 

However, he was confused. “He stares at you?” 

"You hadn’t noticed?” 

“No? I barely see the lad in general, always skulkin’ in some shadow.” 

“Seriously?” You frowned. “Then you think you’d know why?”

“Hmmm... here, maybe if I get my crystal ball and ponder for a bit I can find out!” 

"Shove the ball up your ass instead.” You snorted. Soap laughed, probably at his own joke than yours. 

Getting up, you headed to your next target: Ghost. 

You found him in the mess hall, taking apart his rifle on one of the cafeteria tables by himself. Without a second thought, you slid beside him. He didn’t acknowledge you.

Propping your head up with a hand, you look at him. Despite it being night, he’s still wearing his balaclava and shades. You decided it’s best not to make a comment about it since you’re trying to pry answers regarding the Austrian Colossus. 

“You’ve noticed König staring at me, right?” 

“Yeah. Why?” 

“Do you think you’d know why? I’m sure I hadn’t done anything to piss him off, but he’s always just... you know...” you widen your eyes, leaning in. “Doing this. I don’t know whether to be unsettled or flattered.” 

Ghost carefully puts two pieces of his rifle together, a satisfying click resonating in the air. “Maybe he’s surprised why the 141 got a clown for a sniper.” He intoned. 

“Says the guy wearing a skeleton balaclava and tinted shades—scared the enemies are gonna find out you’re actually just a loser with nothing to his name?” You said the words too quickly, and when Ghost looked at you, he probably knew the thought was bubbling in your head. 

"...” 

“...” 

You couldn’t help the laugh that crawled out your throat, and you noticed that the corners of Ghost’s eyes crinkled. 

“...So you don’t know?” 

He snorted. “I’m no psychic.” 

Sighing, you rose from your seat, leaving Ghost once more in his own bubble. 

You really didn’t want to, but you realized you were gonna have to ask from the source itself—König.  

Now, you didn’t consider yourself a shy or anxious person, but there was something so imposing about König; maybe it was the fact he literally towers over you like some Goliath, or maybe it’s the fact he only speaks in raspy monosyllables, or, maybe, it was the fact that he just always stares at you, but you couldn’t deny the nervousness that writhed in the pit of your stomach. 

But curiosity shined over it, because just why would he just stare? 

So, you decided to head to the shooting field: it was an open secret that König often lurked there at night, shooting away at the targets from the day. No one really complained since he’d replace the targets with new ones at the end of every session.

The walk was short; just a quick turn through some halls and out through a door and you’re in the range. 

König was some meters away, hunched over a stack of crates and a sniper under his arm. His back was to you. 

You stepped on a stray stick just beside your foot. His head shot up. 

He turned around in an instant, sniper tight in his hand. 

They were right. He’s antsy. 

“Hey, König.” 

“...” 

You slowly approached as though he were a frightful deer... but perhaps a cautious bear would be a more accurate descriptor. He could kill you in seconds. 

Like anyone can. It doesn’t scare you. 

Admittedly, it’s a little exciting.

“Can I talk to you about something?” 

“...yes.” 

 “Your eyes—uh, you stare. A lot.” 

His gaze flickered away. 

“Just wondering why you just... stare. I’m pretty sure we’ve never spoken, either—”

“We’ve spoken,” he cut in. Rough and light, as usual. “Mostly on missions though.” 

“Oh... well, I’m just wondering if I pissed you off, somehow? Earned your ire? I’m dumb, I forget and I can be socially unaware—”

“No, no, no!” His eyes rounded, the sniper loosened in his hands. “No, you didn’t! I just, well...”

“...well?” You echoed, prompting him to continue. 

He did. 

“You’re nice to look at.”

Your brain froze. 

Oh. 

Oh. 

“I’m sorry, is that weird?—it is, isn’t it? I apologize, I—”

“No, wait, I’m really flattered, I just—” you laugh breathlessly. In disbelief. “That’s just really fucking flattering.” You can feel your face light up with heat, and all the neat composure you’ve built wash away completely. 

Now, you’re reduced to a blushing schoolgirl at a complete loss for words. 

What were you supposed to say? What does that even mean? Is that an admission of some crush, or were you just eye candy to him?—and did you like that, like his attention or are you just that deprived of contact? 

You force your eyes to his, and you realize he’s hunched over, rubbing at the metal butt of his sniper with a thumb, eyes everywhere except on yours. 

"So...” you rubbed your wrist. “What now?”

He finally looked at you. “Huh?”

You were this far already, you weren’t gonna back down yet. Even if your heart was slamming against your chest. “You just called me pretty? And I have a feeling you’re easy on the eyes too—maybe this is too quick—but wanna hang out then? Like, talk and stuff... because... I’m pretty?”

König stared for a moment before breaking into a laugh. “It would be an honor.” 

“Then let’s hang out right now! Stay here, I’m gonna grab my sniper and we’re gonna shoot shit till bullets’re covering the ground!!” 

König extended his sniper. “Use mine. I want to see how you shoot.” His eyes fluttered, gaze awkwardly averting yet again. You were beginning to find it endearing. “You’re a good shot. And I’d like to get better.” 

“And watching me will help you?”

“Yes,” he said the word with earnest, eyes bright. 

A crooked smile pulled at your lips. Fuck, you weren’t used to this. 

But you liked it. You liked it a lot. You just hoped you could eventually make him feel the same. 

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[captainfern]

fern. please for the love of god. elaborate on backshots prompt. it hasn't left my mind. I'm frothing

if you insist ;)

this is the post here !!

18+, fem!reader

all of the cod boys would do this of course but in their own particular ways and the thots are thotting i’m being so fr

soap likes to praise you on how good you feel around him — loves to focus on how the tight heat of your cunt just sucks him in, squeezes tightly around the thick girth of his cock.

“steamin’ jesus, bonnie, fuck— fuck, your perfect cunt’s squeezin’ me— ah, fuck— squeezin’ my cock so good.”

he’d toy with your clit and change the pace of his thrusting / pull out for a moment and then slam back in, just to feel the slick, gummy walls of your cunt contract and squeeze as your body reacted to his actions.

ghost praises you on how well you take him — loves to validate you (and your pussy) since you’re both doing such a good job at taking all of his long, thick cock.

“mmm, that’s my girl. that’s a good girl, love, takin’ all’ve my cock in this pretty little pussy… that’s it, you can do it, good girl.”

will eat you out from the back before he fucks you so that you’re nice and wet for him, and so the initial push of his cock into your cunt is wet, lewd and loud.

gaz praises you on how well you’re doing for him — is obsessed with how he can fuck you stupid, folding you over the kitchen counter, and you’ll still be good for him.

“my darling girl, you’re doing so well for me. you are, baby, you are— an’ i want you to give me one more, okay? come one more time, baby. that’s it, you can do it for me.”

his hands wander the entire time he’s fucking you, squeezing at the fat of your arse, thighs, tummy and hips, kissing up the length of your spine and mumbling praise there too.

price praises you on how you make him fell — can’t get enough of how much you spoil him, how well you treat him and how willing you are for him to take you.

“god, fuck— you’re my best girl, aren’t you, sweetheart? my best girl, making her captain feel so good. treatin’ me too damn good, with such a perfect pussy.”

will put almost his entire body weight against your back if you let him, pinning you to the bed and practically humping your arse while he’s fucking you.

lol x

[keeganbrainmush]

141 + alejandro, rudy and könig with a THICKKK m/so

The 141 + Rudy & König with a ' thick ' male significant other

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 I added abit of reader if they were insecure and them comforting reader, hope thats okay?? 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪They're short and sloppy since i wanted to get atleast something out this week before actually leaving for my hiatus sorry guys 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 I had no idea if you meant thick by a fat ass or thick by chubby so I'm probably gonna write one with a reader with a bakery back there too if ykwim

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Cpt. John Price

He loves it, everything about you.

If you were ever insecure about it he'd be confused

How could someone as gorgeous as you be insecure?

He 100% believes himself to be a chair, do with that information as you will.

Likes resting his head on your belly or chest, listening to your heartbeat is a way for him to relax.

Simon " Ghost " Riley

His favorite part of you are your thighs.

Likes to hug you from behind and just feel on you.

He secretly loves the body heat you give off, since I believe he is naturally very cold in body temperature.

If you were ever insecure he'd simply ask what made you feel like that and try his best to comfort you.

I say try because he was never the best at comforting people if they were sad.

Great hugs though, 10/10 probably

John " Soap " MacTavish

He will always be addicted to you

Would probably use your love handles as a place to rest his handles during cuddling.

He'd try to convince you to get a belly button ring

If he managed to convince you, he'd encourage you to wear shorter shirts around the house so he can see it

If you were insecure about yourself he'd go on a rant about how your beautiful and you shouldn't be insecure for shite

He's just inlove with your love handles.

Kyle " Gaz " Garrick

Good lord he's annoying about your body but in a good way.

I personally think he's more of an ass man idk though

He likes resting on your ass like a pillow sometimes.

Kyle will just lay there with you on your chest and his chest on your ass while scrolling through his phone.

If you would be insecure he'd ask why you'd think of yourself like that while repeating that you're beautiful no matter what.

Alejandro Vargas

He comes from a hispanic household, thicker people will always be common.

Alejandro would love a thick boyfriend/husband.

Random but he loves cooking and he can make some BOMB ASS food. Like he would be one of those hispanic dads that would make international food and still make it taste amazing and authentic.

If you ever were sad about your body he'd be lowk mad honestly.

" ¿Qué te pasa? "

He wouldn't be mad at you, more at himself. He'd think he hasn't been loving you enough to make you feel like the most angelic person on earth.

Rodolfo " Rudy " Parra

Jesus on a stick, he is sucker for you

He's obsessed with everything about you

" The more there is of a partner, the more there is to love. "

He likes being held in your arms in the winter when you're cuddling with eachother

He is very much a lover who worries about you 24/7, so Rudy will always check up on you and ask if you're okay.

Will always make sure you're comfortable enough in your own body.

König

Lets be fr this mf is lowk a big boy too.

Not like super chubby where its noticeable with his gear or a shirt on, but once the clothes come off. The belly pudge is very clear.

He wouldn't care for shite if you're skinner or chubbier, he'd still be very likely to pick you up if you're shorter than him.

He can eat alot, he has a strangely quick metabolism so he can keep working out comfortably and not lose as much weight.

If you were insecure about yourself, he'd be kinda sad or confused.

" But you're so beautiful? Why would you feel bad? "

He would always want you to be as happy as you can with him, no matter what

[ghosts-bandwagon]

How about 414 + Rudy, Alejandro with a masculine female S/O? Or even a female S/O with a deep voice!

I feel like masculine girls don’t get enough love! 😭💔

She just like me fr (for a long time I was so nervous about going to the gym and getting “too muscular” but now I dare a mf to say anything lmao) (also I only did the 141, I hope that’s ok!!)

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

I feel like looks aren’t a huge priority for him

He doesn’t mind if you have a deeper voice, in fact he finds it rather attractive and quite soothing- if he’s having trouble falling asleep, he might ask you to talk to him about your day, he’ll close his eyes and even his breathing to the rhythm of your stories

Even if you have nothing really new to say, he doesn’t care if you repeat yourself, he just wants to hear your voice

Loves hearing your voice over the phone

If you’ve got a more muscular build and it’s something you maintain, then he goes to the gym with you and you two are a power couple 100%

Sometimes you part ways at the gym to work on different muscle groups, and sometimes you coordinate to work on the same thing together

When you’re working out together he’s spotting you and helping correct your form and you’re doing the same for him, no time for heart eyes, we’re here to work, people!

That’s a fat ass lie, he’s making heart eyes the entire time he’s spotting you and when he’s correcting your form- he’s making sure you’re lifting with your legs and not your back and he’s got both eyes on your ass

When you’re lifting weights, he’s watching your arms and loving the ripples of your muscles move as you do your bicep curls and making sure you’re keeping your elbows in place

All in all, he’s swooning

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

He loves you so much

I feel like he can be a rough and tumble kind of guy, although he can turn on the gentleness when needed, and I feel like he’d have a lot of fun with his masculine gf

Definitely a gym couple 100%

He’s a bit of a peacock and will definitely ego press, but he’s strong enough to actually see it through and he’s not so dumb that he’d lift weights he definitely can’t

He’s doing it all for you though, he’ll peek from the corner of his eye to see if you’re watching and if you are, he’s beaming the entire time

You on the other hand, he can’t keep his eyes off of you for a second, he loves watching you work out, you’re so in the zone and he admires that so much

He also admires your ass

If you’ve got a deeper voice, he loves that, I feel like everyone on this list would find it really soothing

He might tease you and say that you should do an audiobook just for him to listen to when he’s deployed so he can sleep better

Imagine the look on his face when you actually do it

John Price:

He has no preference honestly

If you’re a more masculine woman, he couldn’t give two shits, as long as you’ve got good character, strong morals, and have a kind heart, that’s all that matters to him

But it definitely doesn’t hurt when your naturally low voice is on the other end of the receiver when he’s on his way home, when he’s at a stoplight he’ll close his eyes for a moment and take in the sound of your voice

And he definitely doesn’t mind your more muscular physique, in fact he kind of can’t keep his eyes off you

He’s obsessed with your thighs and goes a little feral when he sees you in shorts, short shorts or not- he loves the definition in your legs

He’s not concerned if you’re not traditionally feminine, as long as you’re true to yourself and happy that’s all he can ask for

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Gerrick:

Literally so smitten

He loves his strong gf bonus points if you can lift him and carry him

Your deeper voice isn’t a concern to him, just like the others he feels like it’s really soothing, loves hearing you on the phone

He’ll purposely let your calls go to voicemail so you’ll leave a message, anytime he does that you wind up starting the message with a breathless laugh

He loves listening to it over and over, especially when he’s deployed

He definitely comes to you for his gym routine, he follows your instructions and will always check in with you

His goal is to be able to deadlift you and when he does he’s so excited he almost drops you

He loves you so much and he’s so proud to be with you

[ghouljams]

Ghoul- Ghoul- Ghoul- i must know, we’ve seen how Ghost and Die operate, we’ve seen Fetch and König (love those two fr) you said Soap summoned his demon- what’s he like with his demon?

-Lurk 👁️

I feel like Soap and his demon are well fit to each other. I have many thoughts actually about this. Mostly that when Soap summoned his demon he sort of bypassed the distribution system. So his demon did not come pre-obsessed with him. They sort of volunteered to see what was up and decided to stick around on their own. So the relationship is definitely different from Ghost and Die/König and Fetch.

Anyway, here's Soap and his demon(Hush) on their first mission.

"So," Soap tugs the casing off a strip of wire with his teeth, "do you know Die?"

"Do you think all demons know each other?" You raise a brow, fingers holding wires against C4, hand raised to keep the area quiet as Soap works. Soap stops his wire twisting to look at you, you snort. "Yeah I know Die."

"Don' do that, we got half a bomb between us." He sounds half serious, but his smile is a mile wide. You shake your head, wrist flicking to enforce the perimeter as an enemy attempts to cross it. Your silence gripping their neck until they also fall quiet.

"Why do you ask?"

"Just seems like," Soap stops, mumbles to himself and shoos your fingers away to check his wiring, tugging the ignition free and turning it over in his hands. "Now that isn't right." You wait for him to do what he needs, readjusting wires and sticking it back into place, before prompting him again.

"What's it matter if I know Die?"

"Figure if we're all living in close quarters you may as well know each other." Soap grunts, bopping the ignition with his fist a few times to make sure it's stuck. "Alright pop this where I showed you."

"Two men in four meters, try not to get shot while I'm gone." You tell him, grabbing the bomb and sinking into the shadows. It's an easy place, Soap's already done all the hard work, you just need to press the button. The little red light on the top blinks, and you flick your magic over it. The wall explodes without so much as a sigh, blanketed by your cottony silence. Satisfied you let your ties pull you back to Soap.

"Breached." You watch Soap wrestle one of the two heads you'd counted to the ground, arms tight around his neck until he stops kicking. "Nice one." You flick a few shadows through the man to be sure he's dead while Soap checks his pockets.

"Nice yourself, didn't even hear the blow." Soap inspects the magazine he's pulled and pockets it.

"Yeah it was crazy quiet, you must've wired it wrong."

"You've got jokes," Soap grins, you laugh a little and drop back to the shadows as he starts moving towards the breach, "Let's hear another."

"What's worse than finding a bomb under your car?" You ask, muffling his steps and scanning for any non-Soap noise.

"Wot?"

"Not finding it." Soap snorts.

"Oh you are worse than Ghost, you know that?" He asks, pressing against the broken wall and nodding you into the room. "Why'd the demon cross the road?" His voice is low, rumbling, you like when he tries to be quiet. Somehow he never gets all the way to whispering, he sounds better like this anyway.

"Why?" You scan the room, your shadows forcing their way down throats and pressuring out of lungs, enforcing silence.

"The power of Christ compelled them." Soap responds. You bark out a laugh loud enough to draw fire, melting in surprise back to the darkness. Soap shoots from his cover while you pull yourself together enough to be helpful. "Liked that one, eh?" He sounds far too pleased for having you blow your cover. You like that about him too. Smiling from the shadows as he forces his way forward, aim deadly as he clears the room.

[storeecbrcod]

Whump Drabble/fic where Soap suffers realistic trauma from MWIII (though we’ll put a bandaid over his ultimate fate lol).

TW: explicit medical injuries and treatments, angst with a bittersweet ending, will likely be inaccurate in some way seeing as I’m not a medical professional nor a trauma doctor/nurse (I’m just a girl fr), Ghoap✨

Ghost had been wrangling with this worm of guilt that chewed at his heart, something that he thought he had grown accustom to over his life but was now back with a vengeance. When he wasn’t clawing his skin from his bone to try and find the fucker, he was with Johnny.

He had thought the hardest part of this would be overcoming that guilt, but he quickly realised the coma was much worse.

He’d followed soldiers after they’d suffered significant GSW trauma before, of course he had. He’d caused many himself, knew how to engineer one that would guarantee a kill, knew how impossible it seemed yet possible it was to survive a shot to the temple, nearly point blank. He knew what recovery entailed.

Yet, he didn’t know what recovery entailed when it made the soft birdsong in his life silent and still.

He was a sniper and a stealth operative, he was used to sitting in one place during recon, unmoving and hyperaware for hours on end, days or weeks or even months at a time.

Yet, he wasn’t used to searching for a heartbeat and willing it to keep going rather than aiming to stop it.

He’d never felt so restless in his life, cataloguing every detail of the man on the bed in front of him every day. He watched as bandages turned red, watched as the side of his head swelled and bruised and went so black it was like staring into space. He read the words ‘Pressure relief DO NOT TOUCH’ scribbled on the vacuum-sealed, open wound on the back of a window in his skull over and over and over until swelling bowed the dressing and the words didn’t make sense.

He watched air be pumped through tubes down his throat when his brain couldn’t do it for him, and saw urine pool in a bag next to the bed. He watched nurses exercise his body, watched the shut door as they cleaned him up with sponge baths. He’d watched the codes be called and watched from outside the room as ribs were broken in the frail, pale body that was a fifth of the size it used to be and void of the usual tan.

He watched it all. He watched everything.

Just watched.

He knew people in comas could often hear what’s going on around them, he’d learnt that when he rushed Tommy to the hospital after a particularly bad overdose. But it was like his lips were fused together, vocal cords totally lax and frozen. He couldn’t speak, wouldn’t speak, scared of what would tumble from his tongue and leave in the open when Johnny couldn’t even respond.

Spontaneity was a common tactic on the field, as much as they tried to negate it. It wasn’t very often a plan went totally right. Damage control and problem solving were heavily exercised skills that Ghost possessed.

But he couldn’t solve this. He could wish death on Makarov as much as he did before, he could research the best trauma surgeons and doctors and nurses and therapists in the UK, he could monitor Johnny’s condition obsessively all he wants, but he can’t fix it. He can’t heal the snapped neurons, he can’t dig into Johnny’s veins and fish out the blood clots that continued to threaten his life or limbs. He couldn’t crawl into John’s skin and nest there in his warmth, protect him and feel protected. He couldn’t.

Helplessness wasn’t something he’d felt in a long time, but he’d much rather be clawing out of his own grave as ravens cawed again than have to put John in one, still and unable to dig to join Simon.

So when Soap eventually does wake, it felt like an endless tunnel came to an abrupt end with blinding lights and trees, waiting for birds to call their greeting.

He made his own greeting, his imposing yet solid presence next to the bed as tubes were removed and the body was propped up and assurances were given. He was eager, after 4 months of pure silence about to be filled with music again.

But it was off key.

“Where am I?”

“Hospital, Johnny.”

A furrowed brow.

“Who th’ fuck ah you?”

Simon thought that the worst part of all this was the coma, the silence, but he was wrong. It was the recovery.

Simon had learnt that the temple was the perfect place to locate the parts of the brain responsible to speech, decision making and rationalisation, and memory. He’d learnt how irritating it could be re-explaining the same thing over and over every few minutes could be, he learnt of the shame that followed the irritation knowing that Soap couldn’t help it. He learnt how much it hurt to be escorted out of the room for routine check-ups because the once unrelenting trust between him and Johnny had relented to the shadow of unknown.

He had learnt that nothing is permanent.

His visits became less and less. Unsurprisingly, John (not Johnny; only his family calls him that) didn’t want a mountain of a man, full of angst and anger and sadness, haunting the corners of his hospital room. He only wanted his ma and pa, and as much as it hurt Ghost, he respected his wishes.

For months, Ghost isolated himself, got lost in his work. For months, John worked at recovery, regaining his smart mouth and witty remarks, slowly relearning his impulse control that wasn’t really as much control as it was pure will power to restrain himself.

For months, Ghost sought birdcall in the gurgles of his enemies’ throats, revelling in the garbled melodies that never matched the one he remembered, but breaking off just the same.

Beware the mockingbird, Johnny would say.

Yet here he was, searching for a blue jay’s song among the mouths of the unknown and wicked.

He got so used to the warped record that he often found himself forgetting what the original chords sounded like when they reverberated through his chest, right to his heart. Was it sweet, like the pull of a blade through supple skin? Was it explosive, like the crack of body armour in the gap between Kevlar plates? Was it deafening, like the rounds discharged that aimed for his heart?

Was it quiet, like an unmonitored heartbeat over nighttime?

Was it gentle, like the lingering touches left on his waist that still burned his skin months later?

Was it still there?

“Simon.”

Ghost blinked, looking up to Price. He hadn’t realised that he’d let his gaze wander, his mind even further.

“You need to go see him.”

There’s a cry of a broken-winged dove in his ears, overshadowed by the croon of a raven. Stability and chaos, broken and mended in one.

It hurt his head.

“He asked me to leave,” Ghost reasoned.

“When he first woke up, yes,” Price conceded. “Back when you honoured your callsign very proficiently, mind you.”

A scoff erupted from Ghost’s chest, under his crossed arms.

“Look, Simon,” Price sighed, leaning back against his desk, blue eyes of cobalt melting the sulphurous gleam of Ghost’s brown ones. “He remembers, now. Remembered Gaz in a matter of moments, recognised me soon after.”

There was a pause, pregnant and heavy as Ghost kept his mouth shut, luring Price to continue. Daring him to try and push past the raven’s sharp talons to help the dove.

A hand reaches towards the nest.

“It might be time for you to try again.”

The raven hesitates.

“The hospital staff spoke to us about how helping Soap’s brain reconnect the broken neural pathways from the trauma could help him recover faster.”

The dove coos.

“Please, Simon.”

Outstretched fingers.

“Fuck, I can’t watch two of my men crumble at the same time.”

A flurry of feathers, the screeching of breath through gravel, rubber on road, nails on chalkboard. It’s overwhelming, sending his heart into overdrive and rationality to the wind.

“Fuck you, Price.”

Yeah, the recovery hurt the most.

Looking in the mirror during recovery, specifically, hurt like a bitch. Scars that pulled over once unmarred skin, hollow cheeks where laughter and smiles once grew, gnarled soul and memories where purity reigned. It was all thrown back at you, as insistent as a murder of crows at your doorstep.

He could see the way John, not Johnny, sifted through his memory like a locked filing cabinet while trying to place Ghost, desperately searching through the unlocked drawers over and over for the file he needed, all while the closed drawers taunted him with kept knowledge. It was all right there, yet he couldn’t access it.

“Ghost, aye?”

It’s met with a grunt. Silence stretches out, black feathers shielding the delicate white ones.

“And ye were my… lieutenant?”

He was going off of information fed to him, his brow furrowed in concentration, still trying to place Ghost. He couldn’t tell where the darkness around him ended and Ghost started, obscured by inky blackness.

He doesn’t sound right. It’s not the same teasing, playful lilt that danced in the air. It’s not pronounced the same, not said the same, it’s not the same.

It’s some… imposter. Something that looks the same and smells the same and tastes the fucking same, but it’s different.

A cuckoo’s egg in a nest.

“Price ‘nd Kyle were telling me some stories about ye,” John noted with a small smile. “You’re quite the stunner out field, ‘pparently.”

It’s an olive branch, a bridge built half way. An offering to meet in the middle, to talk and revere and remember.

But Ghost didn’t remember, and neither did John.

Recovery never ends, you know. It goes on and on and on, haunting your nerves and your wits for the rest of your life. You’ll always have some sort of ache or pain, a reminder of what happened to you.

John never ended up recovering fully. He was medically discharged, left to nurse a broken cage and a silent heart. He did well, considering; it wasn’t hard when you didn’t remember the song that beat with the rhythm of your heart.

He still joined the team on outings sometimes, staying in a local hotel when everyone was back at base. They’d have a meal, or go to a pub, catch up. Re-establish connections once lost.

Ghost rarely joined them, to save his own torment.

But of course, he had to honour the dove occasionally. Just as he was now, sitting across the table from the lively Scot and with his two other teammates, Gaz and Price. Beers had been served, a single glass of warm whiskey for cold hands. The table was lively, fun, rambunctious in all the best ways.

The cuckoo had hatched in earnest, Ghost found.

It was easy to see the progress John had made, loud and bright and cheeky like he used to be. Demanding of attention, hungry for every scrap of past he could swallow to try and heal old wounds. Listening to stories about himself and his old crew when they were all together, as if it was another version of him. The right version of him.

And by god, were the scraps from Simon the most nourishing of all.

John’s mouth felt desert dry, cactus dust caking his tongue as he bit desperately into every glimpse of Ghost’s bare face, lips wrapped around glass and breath smelling of potent, liquid gold with every word. It hurt, it tasted awful, and it was impossible to rid himself from. It hurt so good, feeling his heart pull and swell in ways he didn’t understand anymore.

He felt like glass, he felt like the air, he felt like expensive liquor, he felt like it was meant to be him in their places, held and touched and breathed and consumed. It was overwhelming, leaving him starstruck and staring, a flutter in his chest reawakened.

Ghost’s own nest was erupting with displaced wind, white wings desperate to spread and carry it away, escape the raven’s hold. Right now, meeting Johnny’s eyes, he realised that the time spent captive in the nest had only lent to the dove’s healing. It was stronger now, bigger and fiercer and so, so hopeful.

The cuckoo cackled, loud and leering. Mockingbirds whistled and cawed, off key and haunting. The raven keened, shaken and damning.

The white dove flew.

The blue jay sang above the bramble.

And the two nested together, among the dappled branches of a birchwood tree, cool and calm and surrounded by colour year round. Above the bramble of the past.

Ghost had learnt one thing over everything else; a lesson that was recurrent in his life, stubborn and overwhelming. It swallowed him in waves, crashing him into the sand bank below.

Nothing is ever, ever permanent.

Admittedly, his retirement had gone well. The down payment was easy, the renovations smooth, moving in a sigh of relief. They’d have their harder days, where getting out of bed and walking without aid was difficult for Johnny, but they’d have their good days, too. They’d have their days where they’d go for walks across the countryside, watch as their service dog bounced around through tall grass, tongue lolling from her mouth.

They’d have quiet days, relaxing days. They’d have loud days, rough days.

But they were all days where the sun would rise and then set.

They were all days when the blue jay sang.

Simon had forgotten silence. His life was filled with sound, and love, and content.

Maybe… maybe the worst part of it all was loss.

Maybe the worst part of it all was the unmoving body, still warm.

Maybe the worst part of it all was the frantic screams that drowned out the silence.

Maybe the worst part of it all was the silence.

Silence.

A/N: bandaids don’t last forever

Idk if this is coherent or cohesive or any other co-words meaning readable and enjoyable. Maybe I’ll rewrite it, who knows. Probably not, I can’t post consistently as it is lmao

[bingoboingobongo]

task force 141 + snow day

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Warnings: none

A/N: fun fact i've never actually been in a snowball fight (or made a half decent snow ball)

alrighty so it's an off day at the base

the task force has just finished up a big mission and now they're waiting on what the next move is gonna be

and it's been snowing all week so there's a lot of snow piled up outside

rudy's been excited about it the whole time because he loves snow

i mean it's not like he gets a lot at las almas so he eats it up whenever it snows

sorta tosses out the idea of a snow day and waits for it to snowball into something bigger (ha i see what i did there)

honestly for the rest of the team the snow isn't that big of a deal for them

even alejandro isn't that affected by it

but rudy's been obsessed with the idea of a white christmas since he knew what it was so i don't blame him

he pitches the idea of a snow day and pretty much everyone is down

ghost is a hard no at first but then changes his mind

(he realized he could attack soap with snowballs)

the whole crew is having a great time outside

and now onto some individual headcanons of what sort of mischief they're getting into

rodolfo "rudy" parra:

bro rudy is just living his best life fr

he is trying to do anything and everything that is possible in the snow

the first thing he did is throw himself onto the ground to see how far he would sink

the snow was actually pretty deep so it made it worth it

definitely spent quite a bit of time making snow angels and then calling alejandro over to look at them

also took a riot shield from the armory and used it as a sled

it was very very fun

he spent like an hours just sliding down different hills

and yes he and alejandro slid together a few times too

after that he made a few snowballs and threw them around

he's not very good at making the snowballs tho so they always fell apart in the air

he also kept having to go inside every two hours to warm up because he was getting too cold

also made a mini snowman and put it in the freezer to try and preserve it

and you bet he made everyone take soooo many photos of him so he could remember the moment

alejandro vargas:

alejandro has a little more experience with snow than rudy so he's more chill about it

spends most of the time hanging out/watching rudy

ofc they went sledding together

alejandro had to try and steer because rudy's sledding philosophy is to just slide and let fate decide where you end up

also had to put up with rudy trying and failing to throw snowballs at him

and rudy continuously calling him over to look at the snow angels he made

alejandro made a few with him too

but he spent a lot of his time crouched down making snowmen

definitely made a little war scene like the colonel he is

had two sides and soldiers and trenches and everything

almost punched soap when he crashed into it though

but it's okay because then rudy came over and helped him make it again

and honestly that's the peak of the day for alejandro is just hanging out with rudy and seeing him so happy

john "soap" mactavish:

soap's super hyped about the snow day

it's not specifically the snow but moreso the fact that it's just a break from training

soap planned on spending the day throwing snowballs at ghost

but he spent most of the day avoiding ghost's snowballs instead

he also went sledding a lot

had sledding races with alejandro and rudy

and yes he also used a riot shield too

he tried to get ghost to ride with him so he could steer but ghost refused

he had to ask gaz instead

and yk what it was worth it because gaz was surprisingly cracked at steering

except that one time when he accidentally steered them straight into a tree

he tried to walk it off but was so dizzy he fell right on top of alejandro's snow war scene

then had to flee from alejandro's rage

he also made a snowman but it got destroyed when he had to duck behind it to dodge one of ghost's snowballs

he ended making another one though

he really wanted to try and get one of ghost's skull masks to put on it but ghost wouldn't agree and he was too scared to try and sneak into his room

simon "ghost" riley:

tbh ghost doesn't care much about the snow day

he grew up with snow so it's nothing new to him

plus he would rather spend his off days reading in his room with a warm cup of tea

but price told him he should hang out with the others and also he realized the snow would let him throw snowballs at soap

it worked out too because soap threw a snowball at him first so ghost had a reason to throw one back

and to say ghost did not let soap's initial attack slide would be putting it lightly

mans spent the entire day hitting soap with a snowball whenever he could

soap's on a sled? that's fine, moving targets have always been easy for ghost

soap's hiding behind a tree? ghost can be patient

soap's trying to apologize to alejandro? perfect, a distracted target is an easy target

i mean ghost is a sniper man, and his perfect aim does not just apply to shooting

so soap was struggling man

only downside is that ghost's a pretty big target and it's hard to hide in the snow

but thankfully ghost has a killer death glare he can shoot soap if he tries anything funny

also has a giant smirk under the mask every time he hits soap

kyle "gaz" garrick:

gaz is excited for the snow day

like soap he's just down to skip out on training

he spent the morning sledding with soap

until he crashed them into the tree and then price made him stop so he wouldn't crash again and get himself hurt

he threw a few snowballs around and ended up having a little snowball fight with alejandro and rudy

but then he accidentally hit ghost square in the back of the head

and oml his veins filled with ice when he watched ghost slowly turn around and shoot him a death glare

he definitely feared for his life for a moment though

immediately came up with an excuse to go inside for a bit

he came back out though and then he spent the rest of the time making a snowman with price

he wanted to make a really big snowman

like frosty the snowman levels of big

he and price spent like an hour just making the bottom snowball

turned out a little lumpy and def fell apart a few times before they got a decent base

and then the other two snowballs were surprisingly hard

they kept falling apart and crumbling when they would try to pick them up

they had to get all hands on board to put them on

but it was worth it

john price:

price was pretty reluctant to allow the team a snow day

but they had all been working really hard so he figured they earned it

started the morning off just watching them like a dad watching his kids

was definitely smoking a cigar and maybe drinking some tea too

he was initially resigned to just spend his day inside away from all the team members

no offense to them but he needs a break too

but after gaz came in he convinced price to join them and so he did

he spent the afternoon building a snowman with gaz

they ended up decorating it with price's bucket hat and a cigar

he also made everyone gather around the snowman and take a picture

and you bet he keeps that sucker in his wallet

also price definitely did not approve of them using riot shields as sleds

but he did not say anything because even though it was dangerous it was pretty creative

was definitely fighting the urge to say i told you so though when gaz crashed

[captain-mj]

Asking politely for another part of Selkie!Soap and Changeling!Ghost fic.

I will go bone hunting if necessary.

Understood!! Previous part and compilation

Ghost started to look immediately. He scrubbed the entire house up and down for the coat and found nothing.

How disappointing.

Ghost knew what he needed to do. He needed to get closer to the... man. The two of them were alone right now. Two glasses sat in front of both of them, but Simon couldn't lift his mask to drink it. Fucking refused. There were

"How did you get her?" His mouth felt like it was full of razors. Cutting his tongue as he tried to talk. "Her coat?"

"I'd watch her bathing every day over the summer. Her hair was so long. It reached her back. She was the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. Then she left her coat out on the rock to dry." Fergus grinned. "Snatched it up so she'd marry me. Never wanted to be apart from her."

Simon hated how must that sounded like him. He watched Soap almost obsessively and he also never ever wanted to be apart from him. After all of this was said and done, he'd take a look at that and examine it. Soap deserved someone good. Simon was not that, but maybe he could try.

"I have a problem." Ghost looked over. "I don't know where to hide the coat. How fr away from it can you be? I brought it with us, just in case. Don't trust Soap to give me the truth."

Fergus nodded. "Aye. Understandable. They're fickle creatures, the fae. Like a changeling, they'll trick you out of house and home. Ya see, here's the thing. As long as it's stashed nearby, you have complete control over them. I suggest finding a space they can't go into and putting it there."

"They weak to iron or something?"

"No. Good train of thought, but they're not that I've seen. Pick somewhere like your office at work. Something they can't go into. It's better if they can't even think of that as an option. Next, you have to touch it occasionally. Wear it out and stuff like that."

"Where do you hide yours?"

"Can't tell you. Never know if one of my kid's is listening. Love them, but their mom is their favorite. It's cause I was the one always having to keep them straight."

Ghost side eyed him. "Ever hit them?"

"What? God no. They were still children. Just wee assholes."

It was not lost on Ghost that the man who held a woman against her will for years still thought hitting kids was abhorrent. "Right."

Recon. That's what he had to do.

"Johnny. I'm going to stalk your dad. Do you have a sniper rifle available?"

Soap and his mom stared at him, a little dumbfounded. "No. I do not keep a rifle on me, Simon. Why are you stalking my dad?"

"Find coat. He wears it occasionally, meaning he must see it occasionally. If you don't have a gun, I have to do it the old fashioned way."

Soap's Mom looked nervous. "Old fashioned way?"

Ghost nodded. "I'm going to follow him until he messes up. And they all mess up."

His day started out simple. Watching the man eat breakfast with his family. Soap checked his parent's bedroom, just in case it was in there while Ghost kept him distracted. Then he followed him around the house. He was like a shadow through the home. Not even Soap noticed him half the time, though he did always notice something was off in the air.

Ghost wondered if this came from him being a changeling or simply his trauma. Either worked. Each room Fergus went into was sent to Soap who would tear it apart just in case. And then Fergus left the house.

Ghost followed silently. Keeping the coat out of the house would be smart. He had mentioned an office at work. Maybe he was speaking from experience.

Fergus paused and he ducked into an alley, making sure to keep an eye on him. His target went into a store. Family owned shop. Ghost followed and saw him talking to the owner, but he left after buying some things. He couldn't see any signs they were holding something for him. Least of all of thick fur coat.

There were other false alarms. The coffeeshop it seemed he frequented, his job, the place he ate for lunch.

Ghost watched it all, waiting for something to happen. Anything to happen.

Then it did.

Golf clubs.

It was such an odd detail. Golfing wasn't even popular in this area. But Ghost got a weird feeling and went over to check the clubs when he was distracted.

Sure enough, folded up and slid between the clubs, was her coat. His head buzzed as he tried to think of how to retrieve it without him knowing. He wanted to give her plenty of time to make her decisions on how she wanted to leave.

The coat was so soft. Softer than Soap's. How young was she when he took it?

He decided not to entertain those thoughts and backed off. Ghost waited until he put them away for the day to slip into his car and take the coat from the bag. He quickly took it home, keeping it folded and refusing to touch it with his bare skin. Just in case he got those weird feelings about wearing it like he did Soap. The fantasy that Soap was different and that's why he got the urge was something he was desperate not to break.

Moray was talking with her daughters and Soap. Ghost, like a cat with a dead mouse, dropped it in front of her. It hit the table with a thump. Dust fell off of it.

"Hol-"

"You fu-"

"You ma-"

All three of the siblings started talking. Ghost tuned them out, focusing on her. Anything Soap said, he could hear later.

He expected her to lunge for the coat. To be feral and wild like he knew he would be.

Instead, she stood up and hugged him. The sudden contact made him stiffen, but she squeezed him gently.

"Thank you."

He swore he heard a soft Manchester accent commenting, "That's my good boy." But he chose to ignore that. If he suddenly had the ability to hear ghosts or was just going crazy, that wasn't important.

He didn't hug her back.

Moray picked up the coat and hugged it around herself.

"Alright. I'm sorry, Johnny. I do like your new boyfriend."

[ureternalmajesty]

TF141+Alejandro,&Rudy Eating out fem!reader

Pure filth 18+ below the cut 🩷

Captain John Price (Daddy)

Could stay between your legs for hours

Loves the way your hips buck up only for him to wrap his arms around you to hold you still

Won’t stop until he’s had his fill

Legs spread your moans filled the room as John was sat between your legs happily eating your pussy out. “Taste so good.” He groans grinding onto the mattress. Your hips buck as his tongue flicked over your clit.

“Fuck John.” Your hand came down tugging at his hair as your back arched off the bed feet digging into his back. Arms wrapping around your stomach and a hand pushing your chest back down onto the bed as he peek at you from his place between you legs. “Atta girl.”

Sargent Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

FERAL

Will eat you out anywhere if he could

Loves watching your legs give as he eats you out

“Johnny can’t you wait til we go home?” You asked as he pushed you against the wall dropping to his knees sliding your pants to the side as he licked a stripe between your folds. “Can’t wait need you on my tongue now.” He had you leg over his shoulder as you leaned abasing the wall in the alley outside of the bar that you both were supposed to have drinks with the others.

The pleasure from his mouth alone made you weak but what made your other leg give out almost toppling over Johnny was when he push his fingers inside you with no warning as he practically ate you out like he was starving. Johnny was on a mission.

Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley

Man loves your thighs

Loves what’s between your thighs even more

Slaps your pussy just to watch you squirm and buck into his hand

Soap is feral but Simon is another story. This man is obsessed with you and being between your thighs. Especially after you seeing you on his bed legs spread for him.

The sound of his hand meeting your wet pussy was his entertain. “Such a pretty cunt.” He mumbled running his tongue between your folds rubbing circles on your clit. Your moans and his groans filled the room back arching off the bed. “Cum for me baby, please cum on my tongue baby.” Mans was pussy drunk.

Sargent Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Mans is whiny and desperate

If your not fast enough he will drag you hips over his face and make you sit on his face

Don’t tell him you don’t want to because your scared he’d suffocate

Mans thinks that’s a great way to go

You were taking to long for him he reached out and grabbed you by your ass pulling you up and over his mouth. “Kyle no what if you suffocate?” He looked at you with a smug smile eyes clouded with lust. “I’ll die a happy man.” Arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you down on his mouth tongue running between your folds before dipping into your hole catching you off guard as you it sent you reeling forward clutching the headboard of the bed as moans flew out your mouth.

As his tongue ran through your folds he found your clit sucking it into his mouth circling it with his tongue as you tried to pull your hips away only to be pulled back down onto his mouth as he moans into your pussy. Gaz is one happy man.

Colonel Alejandro Vargas

CANT EXPLAIN IT

He’s way beyond starved and pussydrunk

Push him away and he’s crawling back like a man crawling to water in the desert

Had you on all fours as he ate you out hands gripping your hips. “Mi vida stop squirming.” Pulling you back to his mouth. “Can’t take-“ you we’re cut off by a moan leaving your mouth. Alejandro’s beard was rubbing against the inside of your thighs distracting you from the overstimulation you were receiving. “I’m not done with you.” He spoke looking at you with lust hooded eyes as he flip you and crawled between your legs where he was happy at.

Sargent Major Rodolfo Parra

Another man that enjoys you sitting on his face

Won’t tell you the reason why he loves it

Says it’s cause he wants to repay you and make you feel good too

(He just wants your weight and pussy on his face.)

“Fuck Cariño.” He grabbed your hips stopping you from grinding on his thigh. A whine of his name falling from your lips as the pleasure that was building up started to disappear. “Sit on my face Mi amor.” You looked at him as he laid back and pull you up over his chest. “What Rudy?” Your voice was hesitant as he continued to pull you til you were hovering over his mouth. “Sit on my face.” His arms wrapped around your thighs hands caressing your stomach. “What no. What if I smother you or something?” You mumbled trying to move back down his chest. “You won’t now sit on my fucking face and let me take care of you.” Man was on a mission and he was going to complete it.

I don’t like how this turned out but it was just sitting in my drafts for idk how long so I hope y’all enjoyed it 😭🫶🏽

[miss-nob0dy]

UHMMMMMMM hi howdy hey

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RULES:

No NSFW (im so bad at writing and reading it 😭) BUT things like aftercare I can try writing.

No Incest. Please good lord I don’t need that in my requests.

No homophobia or racism in any type of request. You aren’t funny.

No proshipping. Not having that anywhere here so get yo stinky ass up and leave if you like that.

In general just no weird stuff pls….

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THINGS IM TAKING IN REQUESTS:

Angst, comfort and fluff. I don’t mind if it’s a mix or just one type. Go crazy babes!!!!

I also accept platonic stuff! (siblings, parents, etc.)

Gender Neutral, Female, and Male readers. I’ll put tags depending on what type of reader it is.

Headcanons, mini scenarios, or oneshots. Little bit hesitant on oneshots but I’ll always try so dw!!

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CHARACTERS IM ACCEPTING:

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CALL OF DUTY MWII

Alejandro Vargas (YALL ARE SLEEPING ON HIM I AM OBSESSED WITH HIM)

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra (PLEASE REQUEST WITH HIM THERES BARELY ANYTHING FOR HIM)

Simon “Ghost” Riley (we all love him here)

John “Soap” MacTavish (he is so silly)

Valeria Garza (SHES SO HOT)

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick (i am in love)

Phillip Graves (the sexy single-father you see at a basketball game)

John Price (old hag)

König (shy guy)

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SPIDERVERSE

Miles Morales (nerd)

Hobie Brown (god hes so fine i was shaking in my seat while in the movie theaters)

Pavitr Prabhakar (cutie patootie shit fr)

Gwen Stacy (i will defend her with my LIFE)

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ADDITIONAL NOTES:

I will usually try to write on weekends or Friday nights. May take me a while to finish some of them up so give it some time!!

In my bio it’ll say if my requests are open or closed!!

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thank you for tagging me @a-murder-a-queer-crows !!

time to expose myself.

1.3 ships - well, this question made me realise that i don't read much outside of the ghost fandom... but anyway, let us continue. ghost/soap from COD [thank you, fanartists.] and uh... the characterizations created by fic writers -> swiss/mountain & dew/swiss.

2.First Ship - tough one... i was one of those kids who was obsessed with monster high, so probably clawdeen and draculaura.

3.Last Song - you bear the mark by green lung [it tickles my brain]

4.Last Movie - now, a lot of people participating are intellectuals, who enjoy quality films. me? not so much. Bullet Train. mostly for aaron taylor-johnson. i don't like brad pitt.

5.Currently reading - Front Lines by Michael Grant. I enjoy historical fiction, just barely started this book and I don't have any commentary to add yet.

6.Currently watching - Cabinet of Curiosities on Netflix. It's so good.

7.Currently consuming - Batushka's album Hospodi.

8.Currently craving - at least 6 hours of sleep.

tagging: @severineofsalem , @dewymorningstar and anyone else who wants to partake!!

I need to familiarize myself with my mutuals fr, i am an abomination

anyhow, thank you for tagging me!!

[watchyourbluesturngolden]

songs that make me think of vampy and why

this is for drea and leyla ONLY thank u

daylight- taylor swift "i don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you, i don't wanna think of anything else now that i thought of you" bc vampy loves her so much he only wants her 😔 midnight love- girl in red "I know I'm the last one you try to call but I always give in to give you it all" "your silver is my gold" bc miss chiropractor treated him terribly but he loved her with everything and would have gone back to her no matter what watch you sleep- girl in red this one is obvious: bc vampy watches bloodbag sleep :) also "the scar on your spine, you fell off a roof when you were nine" is all appreciating the tiny details about someone and that is definitely something vampy would do :( paper rings: taylor swift "i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this" line without a hook- ricky montgomery "oh baby i am a wreck when i'm without you" bc vampy loves bloodbag so much he just wants to be with her always 😔 dead girl in the pool- girl in red this one is kinda weird but i feel like bloodbag is gonna die at some point and then vampy will just be like "theres a dead girl in the pool (or wherever her corpse is laying slfjskldfjkldsj) i don't know what to do" and then he's gonna make this face

bad habits- ed sheeran bc he was just slutting around before he met bloodbag demons- imagine dragons dont make fun of me for this I KNOW but fr it's vampy renegade- taylor swift "you wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody" he needs bloodbag 😔 starting line- luke hemmings i can't really explain this one but it's like how you always talk about how his happiness is overshadowed by the fact that he's a monster or whatever million dollar bills - lorde "theres nothing i want but money and time" and vampy has literally all the money and time :) solar power- lorde this is harrys hot girl anthem idk happiness- taylor swift "there'll be happiness after you, but there was happiness because of you" this is him reminiscing on miss chiropractor i wanna get better-bleachers "i didn't know i was lonely til i saw your face" "I didn't know i was broken til i wanted to change" come on 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔 good 4 u - olivia rodrigo this is his fuck u song for miss chiropractor my tears ricochet- taylor swift "if i'm dead to you why are you at the wake" it's ironic innit 😌 what a feeling- one direction "what a feeling to be right here beside you now, holding you in my arms" please 😔 "everybody needs someone around" 😔😔😔 "but i can't hold you too close now" bc he has severe attachment and commitment issues :) all you had to do was stay- taylor swift "had me in the palm of your hand, then, why'd you have to go and lock me out when i let you in" omg miss chiropractor really hurt him 😔 king of my heart- taylor swift "and all at once you are the one i have been waiting for" bloodbag @ vampy 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔 cruel summer- taylor swift "I love you ain't that the worst thing you ever heard" bc he knows getting close to bloodbag will ultimately only lead to pain for everyone involved "i don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you" bc he can't tell bloodbag everything about him even tho he probably wants to :( thank u next- arianna grande this is weird BUT if miss chiropractor hadn't fucked him up so much he never would have met bloodbag tear in my heart- 21 pilots again don't make fun of me for this I HAVE AN EXPLANATION "you fell asleep in my car i drove the whole time but that's okay i'll just avoid the holes so you sleep fine" if bloodbag fell asleep in his car he would definitely do this :( shape of you-ed sheeran "now my bedsheets smell like you" his room probably smells like honey and lavender all the time now and he's probably foaming at the mouth constantly cowboy in LA "let's skip the club, lets skip the crowd, i wanna take you on a date" bc they both hate clubs!!!!! "I'll hold your hand I'll hold the door bc that's how i was raised" he's a gentleman 😔😔😔😔 & burn- billie eilish "i'll sit and watch your car burn with the fire that you started in me, but you never came back to ask it out" idk for some reason this has vampy and miss chiropractor vibes take me to church- hozier religious trauma babes 🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼 speechless- dan+shay "i'm speechless, staring at you standing there in that dress" love 😔 yours- russel dickerson "i came to life when i first kissed you, the best me has his arms around you, you make me better than i was before, thank god i'm yours" SCREAMING AND CRYING AND SHAKING tolerate it- taylor swift "i know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it" MISS ******** DIDN"T APPRECIATE OR CELEBRATE HIS LOVE MIA- anarbor "thinking about my life and everything i did wrong along the way"😔 lay low- josh turner for when bloodbag and vampy go to a cabin in the woods for a week and just love each other 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔 who can save me now- anarbor "you stabbed me in the back" this one is pretty literal LSKFJLKSJFLKDSJ "you could have at least been kind enough to let me turn around" ouch 😔 dopamine- anarbor "i'm hooked on your dopamine" vampy and bloodbag ugh lie to me- 5sos this give me vampy and ******** vibes "i wish we never met, cause you're too hard to forget" "while i'm cleaning up your mess i know he's taking

off your dress" bc she probably cheated on him while they were together 😔 and he would have stayed with her if she told him she loved him, even if he knew it was a lie 😔 cotton candy- yungblud it's just a happy song with good vibes like bloodbag and vampy currently have :) small talk- niall horan i don't even have to say anything here pillowtalk- zayn "so we'll piss off the neighbors" chappy 9 vibes dancing with our hands tied- taylor swift "i loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us" vampy rn 😔 once in a lifetime- one direction vampy will live a million lifetimes but he will only ever have one bloodbag 😔 holy ground- taylor swift "tonight i'm gonna dance for all that we've been through but I don't wanna dance if i'm not dancing with you" they've come so far omg 😔 since we're alone- niall horan "you can show me your heart, if you put it all in my hands no i swear no i won't break it apart" crying if i could fly- one direction "for your eyes only i'll show you my heart" rollercoaster- bleachers again i can't explain it but it makes me think of him 😔 so long- niall horan "so if we knew all along why did it take so long" good question bestie current location- LANY "i need your current location to be my current location" they're idiots in love and want to be together all the time 😔 why dont we go there- one direction "hey i don't want you to be the one that got away i wanna get addicted to you you're rushing through my mind i wanna feel the high i wanna be addicted" well hes already addicted to her blood so might as well like you lots- LANY bc they both have issues and can't say love lmao too much to ask- niall horan vampy though wanting love was too much to ask of miss chiropractor 😔 walking in the wind- one direction this one just has his vibes man 😔 heartbeat- carrie underwood "dancing to the rhythm of your heartbeat" bc vampy is obsessed with listening to bloodbag's heart (fan behavior if you ask me) idfc- blackbear this is vampy and ******** bc "tell me that you love me even if it's fake" city of angels- 24kgoldn "i sold my soul to the devil for designer" yes this made me laugh the woods- olivver the kid "waking up in the middle of the woods" "don't you wanna get out of here, out of the woods" flashback to when he was dead in the woods oop "you brought me down to the river, and you pushed me in, hoping that the white rapids would challenge my ability to swim" bc... she's a murderer omg this verse is talking about leaves and i'm freaking out it fits 100% this is crazy "You pick up two handfuls You tell me they're all dried up & dead You know that's nothing like us We'll live forever instead" just a little bit of your heart- ariana grande vampy bc he loves so deeply and completely that he will give all of himself to someone even if they won't do the same my strange addiction- billie eilish bc he is addicted to her blood :) cross your mind- niall horan this is vampy and ******** "love the way you hurt me and it doesn't even cross your mind" "leaving me in pieces (literally lmao) but i swear it's worth it every time" everywhere- niall horan that scene where vampy smelled some perfume or soap or something and it made him think of bloodbag 😔 everything makes him think of her now 😔 "swear it's hard to think it's hard to breathe when you're in the air" put a little love on me- niall horan "you're the only one i need" 😔 bend the rules- niall horan VAMPY AND ******** ALL THE WAY "i'm not saying that you're lying but you're leaving out the truth" heartbreak weather- niall horan "all of my life i've been sleepwalk living, running around the same bars i've been in, it can be so lonely in this city, but it feels different when you're with me" bloodbag and vampy 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔 mr loverman- ricky montgomery "i miss my lover man" vampy is probably dramatic like this all the time now that they're official 😔 bad blood- taylor swift again, just for the irony 😌 vapor- 5sos "i want to breathe you in like a vapor i want to be the one you remember i want to feel

your love like the weather all over me" they're so in love like this 😔 catch fire- 5sos "all my life i've been waiting for moments to come" he's been waiting for bloodbag his entire life 😔 beside you-5sos "i wish i was beside you" they want to be together all the time 😔 black and white- niall horan "that first night i was standing at your door fumbling for your keys then i kissed you" ARE YOU KIDDING ME not in the same way- 5sos this is vampy and ******** just bc they were so toxic lkfjskldfjsdlkjf lonely heart-5sos "and i haven't slept in days" lmao ghost of you-5sos "my feet dont dance like they did with you" thinking about when vampy danced for bloodbag and what if they break up 👁️👁️ why wont you love me- 5sos vampy at ******** 😔 he just wanted to be loved 😔😔😔😔😔 fool's gold- one direction "i let you use me from the day that we first met" "i know your love's not real, but that's not the way it feels" STOP IM SAD last first kiss- one direction "let me be your last first kiss" i want them to be together forever 😔 truly madly deeply- one direction "foolishly completely falling and somehow you kicked all my walls in" bloodbag really snuck into his heart huh 😔 fireproof -one direction "nobody saves me baby the way you do" ugh 😔 long story short-taylor swift "clung to the nearest lips long story short it was the wrong guy" (or in vampy's case the wrong vampire) gold rush-taylor swift "and the coastal town we run around has never seen a love as pure as it" bloodbag and vampy are all i want 😔 no judgement- niall horan bc vampy would never judge bloodbag 😔 daddy issues- the neighborhood again im not even gonna say anything here new angel- niall horan "the touch of someone else to save me from myself" this is vampy 😔 god is a woman- ariana grande vampy after he brought bloodbag home the first time something like this- the chainsmokers "just something i can turn to, somebody i can kiss" ALL VAMPY WANTS IS LOVE sweater weather- the neighborhood idk this song makes me think of him all of me- john legend "all of me loves all of you all your curves and all your edges all your perfect imperfections" KSFLKSDJFKLDJSFLJSDKLFJDSKL i like me better- lauv "i like me better when i'm with you" she makes him a better person 😔 sex- eden "oh no, i think i'm catching feelings" vampy when bloodbag went on a date with someone else half a heart- one direction bc bloodbag completes him 😔 theyre so disgusting 😔 only angel- harry styles "turns out she's a devil in between the sheets" woman- harry styles vampy when she was on a date with someone else bc hes a jealous moron temporary fix- one direction this has chappy 1-2 vibes a.m.-one direction when they first started falling in love and he wanted to be with her more often 😔 something great- one direction "i want you here with me like how i pictured it so i don't have to keep imagining" through the dark- one direction just all of this song 😔 happily- one direction "you know i wanna be the one who holds you when you sleep i just want it to be you and i forever" 😔 electric love- borns "i can't let you go now that i got it" canyon moon- harry styles they're just happy like this rn 😔 sunflower vol. 6- harry styles "kiss in the kitchen like it's a dancefloor" "mouth full of toothpaste" when they brushed their teeth together 😔 adore you- harry styles obviously