#cod mw soap

[merowkittie]

snuggled up between simon and johnny watching tv, though it feels like it’s watching you now as you look at simon. your eyes are all over him as you trace the small scars on his face and trail your nails down his jaw to his neck, swiping at the small nicks of what could be marks from the tip of a blade. then you press a soft kiss to his adam’s apple and turn to johnny, who’s already looking at you with a big grin. his arms are immediately going around your body, his face diving for the place where your shoulder and your neck meet and he inhales deeply the scent of you. he lets out a sigh of what sounds like bliss and relief. you hear simon grumble something behind you maybe him telling johnny to stop hogging you, and you laugh. you laugh because nights like this are so rare with your boys. so you’ll cherish it tonight before they have to leave in the morning. your simon and your johnny.

[micdixart]

I went to scotland a couple months ago and behold the results

[simonsbalaclava]

Second part

John MacTavish is a man known for his particular charisma, but not for his patience. Sure, he was a good guy — impulsive, but not necessarily ill-intentioned. However, when it came to Simon Riley, John pulled out all the patience he didn't have and waited. He waited and waited, patiently, perseveringly, because he understood that Ghost had his secrets, his defensive walls and his own fear. Yet, John had a limit. Tired of being ignored, he would not be afraid to confront him, only to receive a "You don't know what you're asking for." "What am I supposed to be asking for then, Simon?" He blurted out. "Look, I just want to understand you.... I can't fix anything for you, or erase your pain altogether, but let me hear you. Let me see you."

I know I mentioned that I like to see Ghoap as a rather mellow couple, but I also think they had their fair share of conflicts early on. Just think; Ghost suffered a lot of things and all at once, a tremendous impact on his mental health and not only that, on his trust in others — He might be considered someone not worth knowing, because of his actions, his attitude, and his past. But Johnny doesn't care about that, because they've both stained their hands with guilty and innocent blood; But what happens when Ghost closes himself off, denying anyone access to his heart, afraid of losing it again?

...

Yeah, Johnny's not going to let that happen. Persistent Scotsman.

based on these two particular panels of Batman and Superman that I saw around.

Also, if you made it this far, the question box is open to requests for drawings of these two or any other Cod member/ship/character. :3 (I need practice lmao)

[phantasm-ae]

cw: afab reader x soap, smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, feral soap :((, doggy style (fire hydrant), squirting, slight teaspooning

HEADCANON: Johnny and you decide to go camping in his home country. And well. Alone together? Marshy and green highlands as your backdrop?? Of course it escalates

PAIRING: John Soap MacTavish x reader

something something, you and Johnny camping around somewhere in the highlands and green pastures of Scotland.

Deciding to show you around his hometown. Woody and marshy trails. Cobblestone streets. Weathered-brick pubs and warm earthy riverbends where he used to waste away his summer afternoons when he was just a wee scunner.

Skipping stones, knees muddied, and cheekily dared his first dates into the cold water even when the clouds hung low and the wind bit at their ears -- proper menace he was just wanting to the way they’d squeal, chase him up the bank, laughing, and a sliver of skin peeking through.

But now here you both were.

In the quiet stillness of a tent. Pitched atop somewhere in the Highlands. Whining and desperate moans muffled by the fabric that barely separated you two from the vast wilderness outside.

"Ye can take it aye? Take it so well darlin'", Johnny grunts behind you. Teeth gritting as you involuntarily clench around his words.

You whimpering softly as he further buries himself to the hilt behind you. Groaning lowly as he feels the tip of his cock meeting the warm cushiony walls of your cervix. Your hole weeping wet with more arousal.

Its been... hours?... days? You're not entirely sure. All you know is that time has become a blur since he you pulled you into his lap after a giggly and toying kiss. Laughing softly at his aching and needy groan. The comfort and warmth of your clothed core near his growing member making him absolutely unsalvageable the moment you shifted to start a pace.

Hands tightening on your waist. Fingers leaving bruising indents onto you plushy flesh before lifting you up into his arms with a surprised squeal. Groaning playfully as he lays you unceremoniously atop a sleeping bag.

Having you claw at the earth beneath you and the meat of his shoulders as his mouth absolutely devoured your pussy. Still half-clothed. Pants discarded. Shirt gone and bra probably torn, but panties hanging around one ankle. Feverish. Throbbing and done for.

Trying your best to stay still as Johnny goes utterly feral between your legs. Pulling up only to breath and coo mockingly at the state you were in.

"Aww, it's alright baby aye? Ye can scream -- fuck you taste so sweet -- Nae one’ll hear us here. Just us. Just us"

You could only whine and nod along at his words. Breath hitching and back arching like a taut string once his lips meet your weeping pussy again. His two fingers spreading the lips of your throbbing and pulsing core. Gasping as you feel him lick between the seams of your labia to your hole. Sucking on your clit as grew more unhinged. Restless. Frantic. Hungry.

Having you blubber up fat tears down your cheeks at the overwhelming sensation of your cunt being eaten out like it was the last thing on earth grounding him. Plumped and pulsing.

And the sight of Johnny. God the sight -- your Johnny. Sweet sweet gentleman. Kind and good-boy Johnny -- go primal in between your legs almost made you come again then and there.

As if salvation was at the tip of his fingertips and utopia was distended on your clit.

His lips red. Swollen and berserk. Mouth suckling at your engorged bundle of nerves like there was no tomorrow. Puffy pussy. Hole pulsing. Entrance aching as the tip of his tongue explored every inch of you slick sweetness.

Breathing you in.

Honeyed and syrupy.

Johnny absolutely indulging in the needy and wanton sounds that fell like caramel from your lips to his ears. His sweet sweet minx. Treacle and nectar. Pussy leaking with his own personal ambrosia.

Stopping only when you came twice. Whimpering softly in overstimulation and sensitivity as he pulled away after giving one last kiss to your trembling core.

Unable to let out another word as you were manhandled on to your front. Ass up and bare breasts meeting the cushioned fabric of the sleeping bag. Hiccuping soft sobs of both pain and pleasure as you feel Johnny's hard and hot dick coating itself in the wetness of your previous orgasms. The tip of his cock making your breath hitch and whine as you feel him notch the fat and angry head in your pussy's hole. Quivering and sensitive.

Whimpering breathlessly as he toys and tease your entrance with a low and gravely chuckle. Letting his meaty and veiny shaft glide along the wetness of your sopping and dripping cunt.

"Aww hurts baby? M'so sorry. I just needed you. Needed you so badly"

"nghhh--Johnny--please", you could only respond. Trying not really to get him to pause and stop. Let you breathe first before you pass out.

But the way his name tumbled from your lips only seemed to fuel him more. Grip tightening. Jaw clenching. Teeth gritting with his faltered restrained.

Unable to stop himself from breaching your entrance in one swift and slick stroke. Impaling you on his thick hard cock. The sudden intrusion making you yelp in surprise and paralyzing pleasure. Mouth parted with a soft squeak and whine as your head falls forward.

Defeated. Subdued.

Surrendering to just the absolute ecstasy and euphoria of the girth and breadth of Johnny's cock cushioned in your velvety walls

Johnny groans lowly at the sight. His soft sweet darling. Drooling onto her arm and almost growing cross-eyed at just taking his entire dick to the hilt. His weighty and full balls the only recluse he gets for pushing in deep. The scenery so fucking pretty that Johnny wishes he could burn this exact image unto his eyelids at this right moment.

Wanting to die with this exact memory playing on a loop in his mind if he could. Hissing a soft fuck as he starts the pace relentlessly. Hips urgently meeting the back of your thighs with frustrated and needy grunts. The squelch and splat of your puffy pussy meeting his balls an erotic backdrop. Your plush silkeny soft and smooth thighs meeting his with angry plat-plat-plats.

Yeah. Johnny could die here. Johnny will die here a million times.

With every sound you sobbed through. Every whine. Every whimper. God even your soft little pleas only drove him further and further. Growling lowly like some feral beast as his hips drove into yours with fervor. Moaning loudly as well when he feels the gooey walls of your cunt tighten on his dick like it could go any more snug with the way you were clinging on to him.

Pussy walls constricting and drawing him in deeper. So taut and so so good, as if your little core were testing the very limits of what you could take, both physically and mentally.

Johnny could only coo at the sight. Mocking. Teasing.

The kind of croon that dripped with false sympathy and barely hidden amusement.

“Aww, look at ye,” he murmured after hissing a soft -- shite -- as you clenched again, voice syrup-thick with mischief. “All wrecked already? That wee brain of yours short-circuitin’ from just a bit of attention?”

He ran a slow hand down your spine. A sharp contrast to the absolutely brutal pace he was giving you from behind. Watching the shiver it pulled from you like he’d plucked a string. His teeth gritting at the bruising pounding he was giving.

“Didnae even try tae pace yerself, love,” he tutted, faux-scolding after slowing down but deepening his thrusts. The change making you squeak and hiccup a soft sob of pleasure. “Hopeless.”

“Made for this, weren’t ye? Fuckin’ made to take me. Dumb wee thing,” he purred, leaning down close enough that his breath hit the shell of your ear. Grabbing a fistful of your hair to raise you up. Letting your head turn slightly so he could plant a gentle kiss from behind. Moaning lowly at the soft whines and whimpers falling past your mouth unto his.

The image of your breasts. Tiny and perky little does. Plump and so fucking full — bouncing as he carried on the rhythm of his hips without a pause.

Hips rolling deeper. Deliberate. Cruel.

Groaning and grunting fucks and shits as he felt you near the edge again. Velvety pussy constricting on his angry member. Fucking insatiable little cunt

"Johnny", you whine softly. Biting your lip at a particularly hard thrust that met a gooey spot inside you. Making you incoherent for a moment.

"Need to cum -- ngghhh hic -- I'm gonna cum", you sob helplessly as he shifted -- deeper, harder -- grip anchoring your hips in place as a response to your soft desperate plea.

"I know baby. I know. I got ye", he grunted as well. The squeeze of your vagina on his aching cock like seventh heaven and blissful paradise combined — making him falter.

Cursing lowly as he feels you slightly shift. Forcing him to not really squeeze your neck tightly in his other grasp just to warn you to stay still.

The action, however, only making his dick reach something so deep in you that he feels the tip of his cock rapture nirvana at this point. Pulsing and leaking tip kissing the cushiony entrance of your womb.

That does it for him. Absolutely ruins him. Done.

Tattered and sapped.

Fallen and losing control. Letting go of your hair and neck. Shifting his tightening grip to your hips. Pressing deep enough to steady himself, not caring if it bruised or reddened.

He raises one leg. Lifting it with a purposeful motion.

At this angle Johnny could quicken the rhythm into something phantasmal and transcendent. The newer position giving him full rein to canter his hips and movement more fluid.

And he did.

He did with. Every. Fucking. Inch

So raw and so animalistic that you are unable to stifle your pleasured wails and gasps as your head outright collapses onto your forearms. Thrusting wildly without so much as a warning.

Your nails tearing through coarse fabric underneath you at the deliberate urgency of his cock driving into your pussy in glintish fervor. His heavy and weighty balls slapping against your clit so good that you almost pass out in a daze of numbed bliss and liberation.

"F-fuck Johnny Oh God"

"Yeah I know baby I know. So sorry. So sorry. Just needed you aye?" he could only respond. His own breath hitching at the deeper angle as well. But there was no real regret in his voice. No. Never.

Not when he has his lovely wee doe on her front like this with him mounting her like a buck in rut. Or her absolutely devastating self laying there, whimpering softly, and just taking it. Velvety and smooth thighs quaking as she comes unexpectedly. Spongy walls squeezing his cock like it never wants to let him go. No heavens no.

Because Johnny -- sweet sweet kind and gentlemanly Johnny -- wasn’t really sorry when he had you like that. Not when your pussy clenched and fucking squirted involuntarily on his cock. Pillowy cavities tightening like they want to milk him dry. No Christ no. How could Johnny ever be sorry for that?

masterlist

[libingan]

— how the TF141 eat PUSSY

JOHN PRICE

price starts by kissing and nibbling along your inner thighs, his breath hot and eager. he moves to your cunt with a determined tongue, savoring every inch of your pussy. his licks are slow, firm, and deliberate, ensuring he tastes every bit of your juices before concentrating on your clit.

he’s skilled and demanding, using intense, steady licks and forceful sucks on your clit, keeping you on the edge with a combination of persistent pressure and sudden bursts of intensity.

throughout, he lavishes you with praise, his voice rough with desire. “you’re so fucking delicious,” he growls. “I love the way you taste. I want to make you come all over my face.”

he doesn’t use toys, preferring to rely solely on his mouth and hands. his focus is entirely on your pleasure, making sure you’re completely satisfied with each lick and suck.

absolutely loves to edge you, bringing you to the brink of orgasm and then pulling back, making you beg for release. “not yet, love,” he’d murmur. “I want to hear you beg for it.”

sometimes he’ll restrain your hands above your head, keeping you from touching him or yourself, making sure you’re entirely at his mercy.

KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK

gaz takes a calculated and intense approach, starting with slow, deliberate licks around your cunt before shifting focus to your clit. his technique is precise, varying from gentle, teasing licks to rapid, urgent flicks.

neutral towards toys, sometimes using them but not relying on them. his fingers might play with your pussy while his mouth is on your clit, ensuring a thorough and varied stimulation.

gaz’s dirty talk is filled with praise, his voice smooth and encouraging. “you taste so fucking good,” he murmurs. “I love how you’re responding to my tongue. keep moaning for me, let me hear how much you enjoy this.”

he wants to make you feel adored and thoroughly pleasured, using his skillful technique to bring you to the brink of ecstasy with every touch and lick.

he loves to make eye contact while eating you out, watching your every reaction and getting off on the sight of you falling apart. “you look so beautiful like this,” he’d say, his voice husky.

gaz enjoys teasing you, brushing his tongue lightly over your clit and then pulling back, making you whine and beg for more. “tell me what you want, love,” he’d say with a smirk.

JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH

soap dives into eating your pussy with unrestrained enthusiasm, his scottish accent thick with desire. he starts with rough, eager licks, his tongue hungrily lapping up your juices. hes aggressive, his mouth constantly moving, focusing on your clit with hard, sucking attention.

he loooooves using toys, often incorporating a vibrator or dildo while his mouth is busy on your cunt. his fingers might stretch and tease you, adding extra stimulation to his relentless tongue.

his dirty talk is explicit and degrading, delivered with a thick Scottish accent. “ye’re so fuckin’ wet, lass,” he groans, his voice dripping with lust. “ye love this, don’t ye? ye’re such a dirty wee slut for my tongue.”

soap aims to push you to your limits, enjoying the way you squirm and beg. his relentless focus and use of toys are meant to leave you completely undone and craving more.

he’ll often slap your cunt lightly, adding a sting of pain to the pleasure, making you yelp and moan louder. “take it all, ye slut,” he’d growl.

soap loves to make you ride his face, grabbing your hips and grinding you down against his tongue, making sure you’re in control but completely at his mercy.

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

ghost's approach is intense and commanding. he dives into your cunt with a fierce, determined tongue, starting with broad, rough licks before focusing aggressively on your clit with hard sucks and teasing nibbles. his movements are precise and relentless, ensuring that every touch drives you wild.

he doesn’t use toys, preferring to rely solely on his mouth and fingers. his fingers may thrust into your pussy while his mouth focuses on your clit, creating a combination of sensations that leaves you breathless.

ghost’s dirty talk is harsh and degrading, adding an extra layer of intensity. “you’re such a filthy slut,” he growls against your cunt. “beg for it, you dirty whore. show me how much you want my tongue.”

he loves to hold your thighs apart with a firm grip, keeping you spread wide and completely exposed to his mouth. “you’re not going anywhere,” he murmurs, his eyes dark with desire.

ghost might spit on your clit, adding to the wetness and making his licks even more intense. “take it, you fucking whore,” he growls, his eyes locked on yours as he devours you.

he enjoys making you squirm and struggle, using his strength to keep you in place while he works your pussy with ruthless efficiency. his goal is to push you to your limits, making you come with an intensity that leaves you trembling and completely satisfied.

[artistcalledbella]

alt version of one of my prev

[coypaw]

short conversations ❤️ , 💀 🧼.

[mindie-arts]

Matchies~✨

[miniwheat77]

Alone with you. (141 x Reader.)

!smut, p in v sex, double penetration, gang bang, overstimulation, non con, proceed with caution, NO MINORS!

This was supposed to be my bday fic but I’ve had writers block, hope you enjoy!

"So this is the culprit hm?" Laswell lifts up the bottle of pheromone perfume.

"Looks like it." You mumble. "Wonder how good it actually works. Might spice up my sex life." You joke. Soap laughs. "What sex life?" he snorts. Seeing Laswell roll her eyes at the both of you. "Exactly my point. Asshole." You mumble under your breath.

When Soap leaves the room, Laswell smirks at you. "I'm sure in super small doses it couldn't hurt." She winks. You catch the tiny vial in your hand that she had just thrown at you. You smile at her. "And that's why you're my favorite, Laswell." You laugh, following her out of her office. Tucking the vial into your back pocket. "Alright. I'm heading out. Graves said he has some leads in North America so I'll be over there for a couple weeks. Try not to kill each other while I'm gone." She smiles. "No promises. As always, safe travels Laswell. Ring when you get to where you're going." You call to her. She nods her head, waving at you. You disappear down the corridor, going to your room.

———

Later that same night, you make your way into the mess hall, cup in hand. It's got water in it. You haven't had the chance to eat yet. You sit down for just a second and a gasp leaves your lips when you hear a small pop come from your back pocket. "Shit." You mumble. You hear the others coming and choose to stay put, only turning to look at your backside when they're distracted. You notice that there's no liquid anymore. Had it absorbed that quickly?

You quickly head back to your room, trying to clean all of the glass out of your pocket. You change into some other leggings that you have since it's almost time for bed anyway it's not like anyone will care.

You make your way back out into the mess hall and take your seat once more. Seeing that Soap has set up across from you at the table. It's silent for the most part, until Soap starts to shuffle awkwardly. He clears his throat a couple of times, finally looking up at you. Only now does he suddenly feel very attracted to you. He was before of course but now, something is different. He clears his throat again and adjusts the way he's sitting. You glance around the room to see each of them stealing glances at you.

Is it the pheromone perfume doing this?

No… it couldn’t be. It was only a tiny vial.

You stand up to get rid of your tray and move to sit back down. “Y/N. Can I speak with you?” Your Captain grasps your attention. You nod your head, following him out to the hallways. “Did Laswell give you the pheromone perfume?” He crosses his arms. “Yeah, I was supposed to throw it away for her but I forgot about it and it broke open in my pocket.” He shakes his head. “Listen, the scent you’re giving off is way too much. Go lock yourself in your room and stay there until it’s worn off.” He finishes his sentence and then grits his teeth, like he’s holding something back. “Go on.” He breathes. You can’t help but notice the beads of sweat on his forehead. You nod your head. As you start walking down the corridor, you hear him.

“No, Johnny wait!” You turn back to see Soap trying to push passed him. Very clearly trying to get to you.

You hurry down the hallway and open the door to your room, closing the door behind you. “Jesus fuck.” You mumble to yourself. Is this stuff really this strong?

You take a deep breath, sitting at the edge of your bed.

For a couple hours, you hear nothing but silence. And it’s a bit deafening. It’s eerie like there’s something off. You lay down, trying to distract yourself but you end up falling asleep.

In your sleep, you feel someone moving next to you, dipping the edge of your bed down. You stir awake when you feel their hands on you. When you realize what’s going on, that someone is actually touching you, your eyes open completely. You jump away from them, seeing that it’s Soap. But he’s not there right now. His eyes are dark. “Johnny… what are you doing?” You breathe. “You smell so good lass. Can smell how fucking bad you want this…” he smirks. He moves off of your bed, circling around it to try to corner you. You make a split second decision and bolt for the door, sprinting down the hallway. You can hear his heavy footsteps chasing after you. You turn the corner, eyes widening and your feet skidding to a stop as you see your Captain and Gaz. They’re both standing there. Clearly blocking you from going this direction. “Nowhere to run, darling.” Gaz smirks. You breathe out.

This has to be some kind of sick joke.

Soap closes in behind you, they make slow steps toward you.

You take off through the mess hall. Seeing a window that opens and hurrying up to it, you pry it open and climb through it. Sliding out of their grasp just barely. You take off running, seeing the watch tower. Perfect.

You make your way up, slowly and quietly. You don’t know if they’re on watch since they’re not thinking right.

You move up inside, closing the door behind you. Breathing. You dig your phone out of your pocket, dialing Laswell immediately. “Y/N, I haven’t got to base just yet, I’m driving.” She mumbles. “I know- it’s not that.” You breathe, hands shaking. “The vial you gave me broke open in my pocket and my body absorbed all of it, now I’m in a freaking wild goose chase Laswell.” You pant. “What? It’s that bad?” She asks. “Yes! They’re like.. freaking zombies Laswell. They’re not even there.” You breathe. “You’ll just have to wait it out Y/N.” She mumbles. “Yeah.. Yeah I know.” You mumble. “Thanks Laswell.” You sigh.

You hear creaking, fear coursing through you. Just as you turn to look at the door, a hand snakes its way around your waist, tugging you into them, another hand clamping around your mouth. “Gotcha.” He whispers. His voice is deep and it comes out almost as a growl.

It’s Ghost.

He moves his other hand from your waist and grasps your phone, pressing the button to hang up. Lowering the phone down onto the countertop. “Didn’t lock the door sweetheart. Almost like you wanted this to happen hm?” He breathes, his warm breath right over your ear. “You know we’re not gonna hurt ya.” He brushes your hair out of your face. “Ghost, please-“ you whine. “You smell so good. Drives me crazy. I almost didn’t want to tell them you were up here.” He chuckles. Your eyes widen.

Just then, you can hear multiple footsteps coming up the metal staircase. Like everything is deafened around you and that’s all you can hear.

What are they going to do to you?

Ghost spins you around. You see the other three creeping into the room, Soap makes sure to lock the door behind himself. “Nowhere to run now, Dove. It’s just you and us now.” Gaz mumbles, stepping closer. You step back. But know it’s no use. You’re stuck, and whatever is going to happen, it’s happening now. “What are you going to do?” You swallow hard. Johnny chuckles. “Nothing you won’t like, darling. How about we get these clothes off of you, hm?”

“I- I don’t-“

“That wasn’t a question. It was an order.” Captain Price’s voice booms in your ears. His sternness always was intimidating. “Y-yes sir.” You breathe. You hope that as you reach for the hem of your shirt, they’ll start laughing. That this will be some kind of sick joke. But they don’t.

You tug your shirt over your head. Breathing out. You clench your eyes shut as they reach for their belts. Still dressed in their military uniforms. “Y/N. Look at me.” You tilt your head up, swallowing down the lump in your throat as you look at Johnny. “Nothing to be scared about. Just relax.” He chuckles. You nod your head. He reaches out, grasping hold of your upper arm and pulling you into him with ease. How easy it is for him to move you makes you realize just how powerful these men are. He forces you up against the small table in the watch tower. It’s old and you’re not sure if it’ll hold you.

You swallow hard, wincing as the table begins to dig into your pelvis. He makes you rest your hands on it. “Be a good girl.” He breathes. His voice sends chills down your spine. He reaches for your pants, tugging them down your legs. He holds them down with his foot, having you step out of them. “Good girl. Now listen.” He breathes. He raises his hands up, unclasping your bra and letting it fall over your shoulders and onto the floor. “Nobody will hear you, so you can be as loud as you want to. Alright? You’re going to like this, because you’re a naughty little thing. Promise.” He mumbles. He pushes you back down, forcing you over the table. A gasp leaves your lips as he pushes apart your legs.

He frees his cock from its confines and you can see the others standing off to the side. You clench your eyes shut once more, whining as he presses the fat tip of his cock at your entrance. You suck in a sharp breath as he pushes himself past your entrance, sliding in and bottoming out into you. You lurch forward with a hiss at the intrusion. “Oh- f-fuck!” You cry. Raising up slightly with a cry. He only forces you back down. “Shhh. It’s okay.” His attempt at soothing you is pathetic and half-assed. If you weren’t in this particular position, you might laugh at him.

But you don’t think you’ll ever be able to look at them the same ever again.

You rest your head on the table, breathing out. Take a deep breath, try not to lose control.

That’s hard to do, keeping yourself together around them when they’re as attractive as they are. And the way they’re touching you.

Just as soon as you’re full, he’s pulling out of you again. He lifts you up, shoving the flimsy table out of the way and kneeling on the ground with you. Ghost steps toward you and you look up at him, he’s still got his mask on. You can’t see his smile. “Look good from this position, darling.” He smirks. You swallow hard, he moves his jeans to the side and tugs his boxers down, revealing his length to you. He’s big. You swallow hard, looking down. “No need to be nervous now. Look at me.” He breathes. You tilt your head up again, feeling Johnny kneel behind you, moving his length up the expanse of your ass. You shudder as Simon steps forward. “Open your mouth.” He breathes. You’re trying to stay focused on Simon but the feeling of Johnny’s length pushing into you from behind has you wincing again. “Relax. Look up at me.” He lifts your chin forcefully. Pushing the tip of his cock past your lips. You take him down as far as you can, swallowing around his shaft. Hearing him gasp.

“Johnny touch her clit.” He breathes.

Johnny does it, listening to his LT.

He glides his hand over your hip and stomach. Calloused hands rough on your skin but his fingertips on your clit has your thighs ready to give out. He draws his hips back, thrusting back into your ass. Hearing you choke on Simon’s cock. You draw back, taking a deep breath. You rest your hands on his thighs, pulling him closer to you so that you can take him further down. “There.. see.” He breathes. “All you had to do was make her horny.” His laugh is deep and taunting. He tilts his head back, groaning out. You focus on the tip of his cock, knowing it’s got the most nerve endings. Being gentle but still sucking hard. It only takes a couple of minutes before his thighs are shaking.

“Fuck-“ he draws back away from you. “Wanna be in that pussy.” He breathes. “Gonna make me cum too fast.” He breathes.

He kneels down in front of you. Wiping your lips of saliva and clearing them. Johnny’s hard thrusts into you keep you wet, and you whine when he pulls his hand away from your clit. “It’s alright. Gonna get you nice and full lass.” Soap chuckles. You probably look fucking pathetic in front of them. Fucked out and desperate. You knew you needed to get laid but this…

This is too far. But it’s something you didn’t know you needed.

They raise you up, wrapping your legs around Simon’s waist. Johnny slides himself back inside of your ass, feeling you tense up. Simon glides his tip up between your folds, pushing past them. You whine out, starting to squirm. “S’alright.” He breathes. His voice is low. Only you can hear it. When they’re both bottoming out in you, your breath is gone. Lungs are empty and burning. You’re trying to catch your breath but it feels impossible. A sob gets caught in your throat and you clench your eyes shut as they start to fuck you. “Fuck- not gonna last-“ Johnny hisses. Ghost holds you still, both of them moving in unison as they thrust into you. You shake and cry, overstimulated and you haven’t even cum yet.

“Fuck!” Johnny slides out of you, pumping himself with his hand. He bucks his hips into you, resting his forehead on your back as he finishes. Simon doesn’t stop his thrusts, keeping up his bruising pace.

Johnny moves away from you, he’s been selfish thus far. It’s someone else’s turn.

Gaz takes his place. Desperate to feel you. He inches closer, spitting into his hand and gliding it over the tip of his cock. He slides into you again. Feeling you gasp out. Lurching foward into Simon. He laughs. “You’re doing good. Keeping up.” Ghost mumbles.

Gaz grips your hips and tries to hold you still as he and Simon fill you. You can feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm. Shivering as it inches closer and closer.

Chills start at your toes and work their way up your body.

“I- oh god-“ you whine.

You clench your eyes shut, letting it take over your body. You’re sure it’ll be the hardest you’ll ever cum. They don’t stop, riding out your orgasm as it washes over you. You know they’re not going to stop.

You relax, trying to pace yourself despite being overstimulated. You raise your hand up and rest it on Simon’s shoulder. Hearing Gaz chuckle behind you at your fucked out state. Simon’s breathing is getting a little heavier. He lowers his head, lips right by your ear. “So tight baby… getting me so close.” He grits his teeth. He starts to pant, cock throbbing and twitching inside of you. He groans out, sliding out of you. He grits his teeth and tries to contain himself as he cums.

He takes a second, panting. His head is buried into the crook of your neck as he comes down. He finally pulls away from you. Standing up and adjusting his pants.

Captain Price is quick to take his place. You’re ready to tap out but it’s clear that they’re not going to let you. Gaz grasps your chin, tilting your head back. “You’re doing good. Just a bit more.” He breathes, pressing his lips to yours. You can feel your captain’s hands on you, groping your breasts in his hands as he lines himself up with your entrance. “You still smell so good.” He growls. Gaz lets go of you and you finally get a good look at John. His eyes are dark, like the others. Their pupils are dilated, they look dark. Empty. Like there’s nothing there, only lust.

What the hell is this stuff and who made it?

You whine again as he slides into you. Tears filling your eyes. You clench your eyes shut and brace yourself for what they’re going to do to you. You rest your head on John’s chest as they start fucking into you mercilessly, John is desperate. He’s been waiting the longest. He’s eager and horny and the way he fucks you shows it. You’re sobbing into his chest in just minutes, overstimulated and overwhelmed. Your body shakes and you can feel the warmth pooling in your lower abdomen again. You can’t stay quiet. Moans spill from your lips uncontrollably and tears stream from your eyes. You’ve never been so overwhelmed in your life. “Do you feel good? Hm?”

“Yes!” You cry. “Tell me how good you feel.” He breathes. Forcing you to look up at him. “Tell me how good all of us have made you feel. And it better be good honey. Let everyone know how good they’ve fucked you today.” He forces your face up again by your jaw. “It feels so good- so so good- you’re fucking me so good.” A gasp leaves your lips as they thrust together at the exact same time. “Now what do you say hm? It was kind of us to fuck you.”

“Thank you!” You cry, head falling again. You chant it as they thrust into you. “That’s a good girl.” He chuckles.

They last another few minutes, but this time, neither of them pull out. Filling both of your holes up.

They ride out their highs before halting, cocks buried up inside of you still. You’re panting hard, clit throbbing. You don’t know how you’ve taken it or kept up with them to this point.

It’s Soap who lifts you up and carries you to your room. Your thighs shake uncontrollably and he helps you get cleaned up before putting you to bed. He makes sure you’re comfortable. And even when he leaves you alone, he’s still got that same dark look in his eyes.

Maybe you wouldn’t wake up alone.

[cr1ms0n-gh0stzzz]

thinking about Ghost who loves bitter sweets while Soap loves sour ones.

Ghost constantly finding dark chocolate kisses, or those mini Hershey dark chocolate pieces, stuffed into his pockets that he knows he didn't put there. finally catches Soap dropping a bag of dark chocolates, licorice, and even those dark chocolate covered pomegranate candies in his room one night. sneaky prick

and Soap, who loves everything sour. sour gummies, sour lollipops, sour sodas, even the sour gum. he always prefers the blue raspberry flavors. when Ghost finds out, Soap starts finding blue raspberry gum and warheads in his pockets, thanks to the lieutenant.

[sgt-cheetoh]

Soap: I wanna go to the thrift shore and look for jackets.

Ghost, staring at him: Repeat that again.

Soap, dumb as a box of rocks: I wanna go to a thrift sho—.. oh.

Ghost, sighing heavily: Thought I was having an aneurysm.

Soap proceeds to chunk a bottle of water at Ghost.

[thedevillovesflowers]

Soap soap soap, 🧼

[simonsbalaclava]

First part

"What am I supposed to be askin' for then, Simon?" John replied, with some alteration and at the same time, despair. "I know I can't erase your pain altogether... But I want to understand ya... Let me hear you, let me see you..." He reached out his hand, stepping forward, trying to reach out, to reach for him, for Simon; but the answer, it was not something he would expect. He turned with aggression in his movements, his hand pushing John's, making him feel startled, a little scared. "Why?" he snapped, grabbing him by the shirt as a threat. "Why do you insist so much? Why do you want to see me? Are you not afraid of who I am? Of what I am? I can easily kill you." But John was not afraid. He had compassion; Who has hurt you so much? Why do you think you don't deserve to be known? John thought.

So... Here's the second part :D

I didn't expect there to be people wanting to see what was going on, but I'm glad! I don't have much experience with comics so if the panel or dialogue layout looks bad, I'm sorry :( yet, the dialogue is identical to the description.

Simon Riley is like an abused dog who, once someone tries to approach him with good intentions, will seek to attack and protect himself. And John MacTavish doesn't have much sense of preservation, honestly.

pings 🐝

@kibakitty @idiotic-nerd

[harveywritings92]

Soap: How’s Ghost’s head?

R/n, annoyed: Still full of bullshit.

Soap:...

R/n: Oh... You meant when he walked into that flag pole this morning. He’s fine.

Soap: …

R/n: Why are you still staring for?...(looks over her shoulder) Oh crap, is he behind me?

{Ghost is sitting on the chair next to her with out his mask on.)

Simon, flatly: No. I’m beside you...

R/n, jumps away shocked: Ahhh! 

{The reader is so used to seeing Ghost with his mask on, she often forgets what Simon looks like. Also the reason the reader is acting so catty is because Ghost stood her up on a date, he didn’t mean to. A female recruit who was after him, tricked Ghost into helping her with some tasks knowing full well he had a date with R/n. Long story short, the recruit tried to make a move and Ghost tore her down a few pegs in front of everyone. He tried to apologize to R/n for missing their date but she was giving him the cold shoulder so he’s basically following her around like a lost puppy...]

[PART 2]

[remipaguetis]

Silly thing I did

[giotanner]

I wanna talk about Sgt John "Soap" MacTavish (cause tumblr is the right place to chit-chat and share opinions)

I honestly consider him to be a ruthless professional and a pragmatic soldier who is always ready to snap, even if he seems instinctive he is never prey to it and he is not insubordinate. This does not mean he does not have a big mouth… He is sociable just enough among his fellow soldiers, a little impetuous but not as brash as he may seem from appearance

(You look at his haircut and think: ah, a troublemaker. But instead, he's one of the youngest sergeants, and to get where he is, it takes character and discipline. He's not inclined to think someone will have his back (which is why he never expected Ghost, of all people, to save his ass in Las Almas), because he's always been the youngest among his peers, and to make his way, he's had to run twice as hard.)