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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley Additional Tags: Smut, A WHOLE LOTTA SMUT, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, it's not that bad tho, Subdrop, Blow Jobs, Oral Fixation, Simon "Ghost" Riley Has a Oral Fixation, Friends With Benefits, Friends With Benefits To Lovers, Love Confessions, Hand Jobs, Dry Humping, Degradation, Simon "Ghost" Riley Has a Degradation Kink, Slut Shaming, Cock Slut, Cock Slut Simon "Ghost" Riley, thigh riding, Post-Coital Cuddling, Cuddling & Snuggling, no beta we die like 2009 ghost Series: Part 20 of Ghost and Soap Fuck A Lot, Part 22 of Sost Summary:

Ghost pulls Soap to the side after practically every mission, and begs and whines to suck him off. He usually gets lucky, as Soap lets him.

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Or: Ghost is down bad for Soap and has an oral fixation

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Ghost pulls Soap to the side after practically every mission, and begs and whines to suck him off. He usually gets lucky, as Soap lets him.

He’d started watching Soap detonate his charges, before not too later sucking him off like his life depended on him. The look in Soap’s eyes as he blew something up, the fire in his eyes as something went up in flames. God did it look so fucking hot to Ghost. The way he seemed so powerful in that moment, how he looked like he felt he could do fucking anything, it looked so fucking enticing to Ghost. So he tried getting the same reaction as he sucked him off. Unlucky for him, Soap seemed to get off on the idea of ignoring him while Ghost was on his knees for him, doing his very fucking best to get a reaction from him.

Hell, one time Soap had decided to light one up while he had his whole dick down Ghost’s throat. He looked up at him through lidded eyes, trying to see any semblance of being affected by what he was doing, only to see him cupping his lighter as he put it up to the cigarette, looking completely unaffected. As if this was a completely normal occurrence and that Ghost wasn’t currently desperately sucking him off. Being treated like he wasn’t even there did something for Ghost, and all it took was a few thrusts of his palms into his crotch before he was cumming long before Johnny did.

And now here he was on a mission, waiting for one of Soap’s charges to go off, and yet he wasn’t even looking in the direction of it. His entire focus was on Soap and how hot he looked, how he looked so enticing. …And he’s just now realizing that he was flying at half mast. Fuck. Thankfully, the charge went off soon after and his brain was focused on shooting everyone who even tried getting near Soap and not how fucking hot he knew Soap looked in the moment.

-

The mission had gone decently well, and he was currently waiting for evac in a run down shack in the forest. He’d been told that evac wouldn’t be there for a few days, enemy activity was too high near them. So Soap was sitting on the couch, lighting up a cigarette. Ghost instantly thought of when he was on his knees, sucking Soap off, and the Scot was watching him nonchalantly, smoking as he put all his effort into getting a reaction. His dick twitched excitedly at the thought, and he blushed under the balaclava. He knew he was staring at Soap, and he knew that Soap knew he was staring at him.

“Surely the great and feared Ghost can wait a few days before getting his mouth on someone?” Soap taunted, an obnoxious smirk on his face as he watched Ghost squirm in place ever so slightly at the degradation.

“Please,” he breathlessly whispered,  not even sure if Soap could hear him. Even if he did, the Scot pretended he didn’t, and Ghost was left with a rager and the desire to please him. It only took a few minutes before Ghost got onto his knees and crawled between Soap’s spread legs and begged him.

“Fucking- please Soap,” he whined, as Soap snuffed out the cigarette nub on the disgusting couch. He looked down at Ghost as if he was nothing more than a roach at his feet.

“Well well well, looks like The Ghost can’t wait to get his mouth on someone’s dick, pathetic,” Soap spat, and Ghost couldn’t deny that it was so fucking hot. He wanted Soap to let him suck him off desperately, willing to do almost anything to get the permission to do so.

“Yes, please,” he begged, he wasn’t ashamed of it at all. He desperately wanted Soap and he was willing to demean himself to get it. He would call himself pathetic, crawl on his knees like a dog, let Soap snuff his cigarettes out on his body, anything. He was that desperate.

“So fucking desperate for mah cock aren’t ye?” He degraded, and Ghost just nodded, if Soap wanted him to be pathetic then he would be pathetic. Soap let out a sharp laugh, apparently finding it hilarious that Ghost was willing to drop so low.

“Please Soap,” Ghost yet again begged, keeping his hands on the ground, he doubted that Soap would want to be touched by him. Soap seemingly pretended to mull over the thought, before finally speaking.

“Fine, if yer gonna be so pathetic without mah cock in yer mouth,” he taunted, and Ghost just nodded. He was so fucking desperate for Johnny, and he needed him now.

“And don’t fuckin’ touch me,” Soap’s tone was so commanding Ghost didn’t even have the ability to question it, just nodded. He watched excitedly as the Scot unzipped his jeans, and pulled down his boxers just enough to release his hard cock, which sprung into the air as it was released. Ghost excitedly licked his lips as he watched, looking up at Soap to see when he could move.

“We’ll get on with it, sir, Ah don’t have all day here,” Soap’s degrading tone on the sir made Ghost whine quietly, and he almost immediately pulled his balaclava up so it rested on the bridge of his nose, allowing Soap to see his mouth. He shuffled towards Soap, gently taking the tip into his mouth. Soap seemed almost entirely unaffected as he light another cigarette, igniting not only a fire on the lighter, but also one in Ghost’s stomach, finding Soap ignoring him just as hot as it usually was. He slowly took more of Soap into his mouth, until his nose hit the Scots stomach. He paused for a second, letting himself take a deep breath.

“So ye beg fer mah cock but ye can’t even do anything when Ah’m in yer throat?” Soap spat, and grabbed a handful of his balaclava and the hair under it, pulling him off as he scowled. He whined, he wanted Soap’s cock back in his mouth, and he wanted it immediately.

“Sorry sir,” Ghost apologized, and the honorific slipped out, but he wasn’t complaining. If anything, he was glad as he watched Soap’s eyes widened ever so slightly, clearly affected by it. Soap put the cigarette out before responding.

“Sir? Is that what Ah am tae ye? Higher than the big scary Ghost?” He knew that Ghost didn’t mean to call him sir, yet he was playing into the idea that it was on purpose. Ghost didn’t care though, he liked it. Liked the idea of being under Soap, forced to do his bidding and always ready to suck him off. He nodded, not a hint of embarrassment to be found. He couldn’t care if most people would find it humiliating, it felt so good to just submit to Soap.

“Yes sir,” he said as he nodded, looking up at Soap with what he hoped was a look that made him look pathetic enough for Soap to by at least slightly sympathetic to his plight. Soap smirked, and seemingly took pity on Ghost, shoving him back onto his cock. Had he a gag reflex, and had he not spent the last few months being in almost this exact situation, he probably would’ve choked. And yet it felt like his throat had morphed to fit Soap’s cock, he barely flinched when his nose was against his stomach, it just felt right. Like this was where he belonged. He felt he could be sat under Soap’s desk the entire day, his cock down Ghost’s throat the entire time, sucking him off the second his refractory period was over.

“Fuckin’ slag,” Soap spat as he thrusted Ghost up and down his cock with no regards for how Ghost felt. Not that he was complaining, he loved being like this. Ghost just moaned in response, looking up through lidded, tear filled eyes, at Soap, with pure adoration for him. He felt so perfect, like his only purpose was to suck Soap’s cock, and he loved that. He loved feeling like nothing more than a toy for Soap to use for his pleasure. He moaned as Soap continued to fuck his throat, loving the feeling of being used. After a few moments, Soap pulled him off of his cock again. He whined at the loss, but he didn’t fight against it. Soap wanted him to stop, so he would stop.

“Ah’m gonna fuck yer throat, and yer gonna hump mah leg like the bitch in heat ye are. But don’t ye dare cum until Ah do, down yer stupid slag throat,” Soap demanded, and Ghost immediately shuffled closer to Soap’s leg, completely ready to hump it. He didn’t have a regret in his mind as he did so, looking up at Soap hopefully.

“Ye can speak,” Soap said, and Ghost had to take a moment to realize that he could actually talk.

“Thank you sir,” he whispered, finding the whole situation extremely enticing. Soap yet again smirked, apparently finding Ghost willing humiliation hilarious. He was quickly thrust back onto the Scot’s dick and he started thrusting against his leg. His eyes practically rolled back, so engulfed in pleasure that he couldn’t care how he looked at the moment. He knew he looked pathetic and he felt pathetic. He loved the feeling though, couldn’t care about how it may look. He continued thrusting against Soap’s legs, and tried to pleasure the Scot further, attempting to run his tongue side to side, but considering how aggressive Soap was being in thrusting Ghost up and down, he couldn’t do much. So he just let Soap do what he wanted as he finally allowed himself to chase his own pleasure.

“Fuckin’ hell, yer mouth feels so fuckin’ guid Ghost, god damn,” Soap panted, and Ghost was so fucking elated. A response, Soap being affected, and praising him. God damn, that felt good. He had to chase that feeling.

“Ye do this to every Sargent ye have under yer control? Get on yer knees for them like a fuckin’ slag?” He continued taunting, and Ghost’s eyes widened, panicking. No, he absolutely didn’t. This was all only for Soap, he wouldn’t do this to anybody else. He made a sound of protest, just enough to let Soap know that he was wrong about Ghost. That he was wrong about Ghost just whoring himself out.

“No? Just fer me? Ah’m the only one who get ye down on yer knees like this?” Soap continued taunting, and Ghost attempted to nod, and when failing, he made noise of agreement. He then focused on chasing his pleasure again, letting Soap degrade him.

“The great and feared Ghost, down on his knees fer his sergeant like this, so fuckin’ pathetic fer me,” god. That was fucking hot. And it was true. He was pathetic, it was only for Soap, and he was oh so willing to get down on his knees for him. He would do anything for him. He could tell that Soap was getting close, his thrusts were speeding up and he started letting out little grunts and moans. He himself sped up his humping. He felt like a fucking bitch in heat, humping against Soap’s leg desperately, chasing his release.

“Ah’m gonna cum, and yer gonna swallow it all, got it?” Soap demanded, and Ghost just let him do it. He was going to swallow it all, the thought not to do it never even crossing his mind. He just continued thrusting against Soap’s leg, all he cared about at the moment was cumming his brains out. And suddenly, with a grunt, Soap was cumming down his throat. He desperately tried swallowing it all, licking his lips for a small amount that managed to escape. Soap pulled him off almost a second later, just as he had started to focus on his own pleasure again. He whined, but didn’t fight back. His brain was practically mush at this point, and he couldn’t think about anything other than cumming and obeying Soap.

“What’re ye whinging aboot? Upset ye didn’t cum?” Soap taunted, and Ghosts nodded. Soap asked him a question and Ghost had to answer, because Ghost wasn’t currently able to deny him.

“Tae bad. Ye had mah leg and ah gave ye oh so much time tae cum,” he snarked, even though the both of them know that Soap had told him he couldn’t cum until he made the Scot cum, and that he was pulled away from Soap’s leg too soon. Soap let go of Ghost’s balaclava, and Ghost panicked slightly.

“What’re ye still doing doon there? Ah’m not gonna help ye.”

Ghost’s heart practically sank at those words, but not in a horrible way. He knew that Soap wasn’t denying him because he was well aware that Soap knew how much he enjoyed being ignored and his needs being treated as unimportant. So he stood up, wiped his mouth of saliva, pulled his balaclava down and trudged to the shitty bedroom that the two of them had to share for the foreseeable future. As he laid down on the bed, the thought of just jacking off to get rid of his boner and not feel pent up the next time he sucked Soap off -hopefully tomorrow- but just couldn’t do it.

Soap hadn’t even told him he couldn’t, but some primal instinct deep inside of him told him that he couldn’t do that, because Soap didn’t let him. So he went to sleep, still in full gear, and a rager that seemed to never flag no matter what he thought of.

-

He woke up later that night due to night terrors yet again, but he seemed to have slept longer than he usually did, after checking his phone to see that it was somewhere around 0100. He could hear Soap’s gentle, soft breathing in the background, and his mind started wondering to earlier the previous day. The way Soap’s breath would occasionally hitch, how the feeling of his clothed dick rubbing and thrusting against Soap’s leg felt, just how affected the Scot was pretending to be. The way Soap smelled, the way he tasted, god, all of it was so good.

He sighed and climbed out of bed, his cock still rock hard. Walking into the bathroom, he goes through his usual routine whenever he’s in a safe house, pulling out a travel-sized tube of toothpaste and a foldable toothbrush from one of his pockets, and starts brushing. He can’t remember when he had started bringing them along on missions, but once they started hanging out in his gear, they never left. It didn’t help that currently he was thinking about what he could only describe as an oral fixation, which caused him to start biting down on the toothbrush. When he realized what he was doing, he spat into the sink and made his way to his bag to find something.

He pulled out a purple, rubber crystal, made to chew on. While he usually used gum, there was just something about the crystal the he preferred. Some traitorous voice at the back of his head told him that it was due to how it was shaped ever so slightly like a dick, and how he occasionally started sucking on it instead of chewing. He wouldn’t deny it if seen by Soap, but he preferred to chew gum when around him. Mainly just so he didn’t unconsciously start sucking on it, and expose his oral fixation. But Soap probably was aware of it, considering how often he asked to suck him off.

Shutting down that train of thought, he tucked the tube of toothpaste and toothbrush into his pocket again, he went to distract himself with something else that wasn’t Soap. He lay down on the couch, looking up at the ceiling as he pulled out a rubix cube from an extra pocket he sewed onto his vest, shuffling it around so he could solve it yet again. For all intents and purposes, it was a pretty good cube, it had magnets on the inside, allowing him to twist it really quickly. He had started bringing it with him in one of his pockets when he noticed how boring it could be after missions while waiting for evac to arrive. When he noticed how much space it took it up, he had sewed on a separate pocket specifically for the rubix cube.

He found himself starting to suck on the chew toy, and didn’t really care to stop. Considering how Soap wasn’t in the room and how he was thinking about sucking him off. May as well give in to the oral fixation when no one’s around to see it. He occasionally gave it a soft bite, as he solved the rubix cube. He found his thoughts wondering to fantasy’s instead of things that had actually happened. Thoughts of Soap fucking him as he had something in his mouth, a gag, maybe a dildo, he wouldn’t complain whatever it was. All he knew was that he wanted something to suck on while Soap railed him into oblivion. Maybe he wouldn’t be allowed to cum, practically melting into whatever surface he was being fucked on as Soap repeatedly came inside him, being used as nothing more than a toy to use for his own pleasure.

His cock twitched excitedly at the thought, he found it so fucking hot. He was pent up from last night, and desperately wanted to either be pent over a ledge and fucked within an inch of his life like a good boy, or to get off by humping against Soap’s leg and sucking him off like he did earlier. Well, he sucked Soap off at least. But he was so pent up and he didn’t want any form of release that Soap didn’t give to him. He didn’t even know why, but some primal instinct inside of him yelled whenever he so much as dared to think about it. God he was so gone, and he wasn’t even complaining about it. He loved the feeling of being used by Soap, because for some reason, he knew that Soap wasn’t actually using him, considering how he usually helped get Ghost off in return.

He was desperately hoping that Soap was just getting him all pent up so that he was more sensitive. He was really hoping to be able to suck Soap off sometime that day, considering he was practically sucking the chew toy off already. He wasn’t even trying to solve the cube anymore, just staring at it. Almost all his thoughts were about Soap, he was so focused on it that he practically jumped out of his skin when he heard the Scot enter the room.

“Yer up early,” he mumbled, and Ghost could see him rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he stumbled inside the room. He spoke as if nothing had happened the night before, but then again, it was normal. This had happened so many times that it would be weird to acknowledge it.

“Woke up, couldn’t go back to sleep,” Ghost explained, shrugging. He put the rubix cube back in his pocket, giving his full attention to Soap.

“Ye had a rager this entire time?” Soap taunted, motioning to the tent in Ghost’s pants.

“You were the one who left me blue-balled last night,” Ghost grumbled, pretending he was more upset than he actually was. If Soap was gonna taunt him then he was gonna taunt Soap back.

“Ye were the one who didnae cum fast enough,” Soap grunted, sitting down on the other side of the couch.

“You didn’t hear me complaining about you forcing me to swallow all your fuckin’ jizz,” Ghost bite back, knowing that Soap wasn’t a fan of that term. The Scot practically recoiled, but he obviously played his disgust up.

“Ye do that every time. Cannea complain when ye do that constantly. Plus, Ah’m not the one who constantly begs tae suck ye off,” he taunted back, as if Ghost cares about how often he resorted to begging.

“Oh shut up, you like it. Don’t think you ever got off so much until I came along with this offer,” Ghost voice was low and growly, and he played both the husk and annoyance in it up. He was if anything amused with the whole situation.

“Oh hush up. Ye the one who was so desperate to get yer mouth on mah cock,” Ghost was more than aware, he’d come to terms with his oral fixation a while ago.

“You agreed to it. Besides, don’t see you complaining about my mouth,” Ghost knew that Soap definitely enjoyed when he sucked the Scot off, it was hard not to when he was so good at it.

“What, ye want tae suck me off again? So soon?” Soap taunted, as if he hadn’t seen Ghost sucking on the chew toy. As if he didn’t know that Ghost preferred to get off when pleasuring someone else.

“Only if you let me cum before you do,” Ghost knew that his demand wasn’t unreasonable, he’d done it plenty times before after all.

“Hmm… nah. Think Ah’ll wait ‘till we get back tae base an’ find someone less selfish ‘bout it,” Soap’s taunts where completely false, they both knew that Soap wouldn’t go find anyone else, especially considering how much he was used to Ghost’s mouth. And with how much he enjoyed it, they both knew he wouldn’t be able to find someone as adept at it as he was, especially considering just how willing Ghost was. Soap could ask at pretty much anytime and any place, and Ghost would drop to his knees.

“You wouldn’t,” Ghost bit back, pathetic, he knew, but he couldn’t think of much else. All that was on his mind was how he needed to make sure Soap wouldn’t go to anyone else.

“Ah dunno, ye seem tae be wearing out yer use,” Soap’s words stung slightly, but he wasn’t deterred.

“Fine then, might find a rookie ta fuck me if you’re gonna be like that, might even suck him off beforehand,” Ghost taunted back, as if there was even the thought of either of them going to find someone else. They both were so fucking addicted to each other it was almost insane.

“Oh really? Ah think ‘e’d be too scared tae get it up,” Soap’s taunts would be right, had the mere fact that a rookie fucking Ghost would be something that they gossiped about till it was further in the ground than Ghost had once been.

“Okay stop beating around the bush, you gonna let me suck ye off or not?” Ghost eventually piped up, as if it was just normal. Soap pretended to ponder it, as if they didn’t both know the answer. Ghost could already feel himself slipping into that headspace he loved so much. He couldn’t think of arguing with Soap anymore, he was more focused on just getting him to agree.

“Hmm, sure. But- ye still cannea cum. Dinnea want ye thinking yer better than me, so ye?” Ghost paused, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep himself from cumming, what with how pent up he was. But he couldn’t disagree with Soap in this space, so he nodded.

“Yes sir,” he whispered, as he sat up, trying to present himself to look enticing. Maybe if he did well enough Soap would change his mind and he would be allowed to cum. Soap looked at him like he was dumb, and motioned down to his crotch. Ghost scrambled to the floor, crawling in between Soap’s legs on all fours. Soap wanted him pathetic? He’d be pathetic. Pulling his balaclava to rest on the bridge of his crooked nose that had been broken one to many time, he nosed at Soap’s crotch, looking up at him like a sad dog. If the rules of the previous nights were still in place, he couldn’t touch. And he wouldn’t, not without permission. Because he was a good boy, and good boys follow the rules given to him.

“What’re ye waiting fer?” Soap spat, as if he wasn’t aware of Ghost’s inner turmoil.

“Can I touch you sir?” Ghost asked, his hands on his knees with perfect posture, as he waited for instructions. God, if anyone could see him now, the feared and renowned Ghost, kneeling in front of a subordinate, waiting for permission to suck him off. He was being such a good boy, presenting himself, a voice in his mind purred.

“No. Figure it oot. And dinnae ruin mah pants.”

Okay, so Ghost couldn’t touch Soap. That was okay, that was fine. He had done this before, he could handle that. But he didn’t know how he could remove Soap’s pants without using his hands. But he was a soldier, he could improvise. Even he was very much not in a state of mind to be creative, he would do so for Soap, because he told him to. So, while it took him a few moments, he took Soap’s zipper in his mouth, and pulled down. The zipper was quickly spit out as he thought about how he could pull Soap’s pants down.

“Hurry th’ fuck up slag,” Soap spat as Ghost stared at his jeans, trying to figure out how to pull the jeans down without getting wet with saliva. He didn’t want to ruin the pants after all, that wouldn’t be very good of him. And all he wanted in the moment was to be a good boy for Johnny.

“I don’t want to get your jeans wet sir,” Ghost mumbled his apology, still trying to figure out how to pull them down. He figured he could bite down on the hem and pull down, but he wasn’t one hundred percent sure about it.

“Fuckin’ eejit. Can’t even do something this simple,” Soap degraded, knowing that Ghost knew that what he had instructed was very unfair and practically impossible, but he also knew that Ghost enjoyed that.

“‘M sorry sir,” he mumbled, looking down at his legs in shame. Even though a small voice in the back of his head told him that Soap wasn’t actually expecting him to succeed, he couldn’t help himself from being ashamed of himself. The rest of his brain was telling him that he failed and that he wasn’t a good boy, and that he needed to fix that.

“Stupid slut, need me ya do everything, do ye? Such an eejit, ye dinnae think ‘bout anything other than cock, do ye?” Soap’s words practically burned into Ghost’s mind, and he nodded. He really couldn’t think of anything other than Soap and his cock and how much he wanted to suck it. He really was an idiot, otherwise this wouldn’t be all that was on his mind. All the wanted to do was be a good boy for Soap and pleasure him.

“Ah dinnae think ye deserve mah cock, yer so stupid. Shouldn’t just give ye what ye want, ye’d never learn. And tha’s no guid, is it?” Soap asked, as if the only thing that Ghost understood from that was that he was being denied.

“No! Please sir, let me suck your cock, please! I’ll be a good boy for you, I promise,” Ghost begged, desperately looking up at Soap with pleading eyes, gripping into his thighs so he wouldn’t touch Soap. Because that would be breaking the rules, and he needed to be a good boy.

“No. Ah think ye’ve lost yer chance.”

Soap’s words pierced through Ghost’s heart, he could barely believe what he was hearing. He felt tears prick at his eyes, he was so pent up and desperate and Soap was denying him. He sadly shuffled away from Soap, who zipped his jeans back up. He couldn’t bring himself to get back on two legs, he felt he didn’t deserve it. So he just sadly laid down at Soap’s feet, desperately trying to not cry. He failed, horribly, and tears started streaming down his cheeks, staining his mask. He knew Soap could hear his sobs, but he didn’t care. He may have enjoyed being pathetic when at Soap’s mercy, but this wasn’t enjoyable anymore. Now he just felt like shit, like he didn’t deserve to even be in Soap’s presence.

“Simon..?” Soap was barely audible over Ghost’s crying, and he couldn’t bring himself to respond. Even if he wanted to, his sobbing wouldn’t allow him to.

“Oh, Simon, come ‘ere,” Soap commanded, patting the couch next to him. Ghost shook his head, even though he wanted to obey Soap, he truly believed that he didn’t deserve to be on the couch.

“Poor thing,” Soap whispered under his breath as he slid off the couch, wrapping his arms around Ghost to hold him in a tight hug. Ghost just let him, he didn’t have the mental strength to argue with him.

“Ah’m not actually mad with ye Si, that’s all jus’ fer show,” Soap whispered reassurances into his ear, and little by little, self doubt was replaced with praise from Soap.

“Are ye feeling better now?” Soap eventually asked, when Ghost’s breathing finally calmed down.

“Yeah, thanks,” Ghost breathlessly whispered in response, letting himself just melt into the feeling of Soap behind him and his heartbeat.

“Ah’m sorry, Ah was too mean tae ye,” Ghost just shook his head, before pressing his back into Soap’s chest.

“Not your fault. You didn’t know it would be so intense on me,” he reassured the Scot, closing his eyes and letting himself just float. Soap sighed, and didn’t say anything for a few moments.

“Would ye like me tae make it up tae ye?” Soap asked, surprising Ghost.

“How so?”

“Ah’ll jerk ye off. Ye dinnae need tae do anything fer me,” Soap explained, and Ghost could feel his hot breath on his neck. He didn’t even need to think about it, he nodded immediately. Soap snaked a hand down to Ghost’s crotch, gently pulling his pants down. He then pulled his boxers down just enough to let his cock spring free. Ghost sucked in a sharp breath when the cool air hit his cock, but it turned into a quiet moan as Soap wrapped his hand around it. His hand was dry and slightly rough, but Ghost couldn’t care. All he cared about was that Soap was finally giving him the pleasure he so wanted. He found himself not holding his noises back, not caring to keep quiet. If Soap wanted him quiet then he’d tell him, but so far he hadn’t complained.

“God ye sound so guid,” Soap moaned, as if he was getting just as much pleasure from this as Ghost was. But if anything, he was glad. He wanted any pleasure that he could get from Soap, and the feeling was weirdly familiar. Like it was just how it always was. Ghost found himself arching his back away from Soap as he moaned, leaning his head against Soap’s shoulder. Soap started pressing soft kisses to Simon’s head, a way to ground him. But there was something more to the kisses, something that Ghost had no shot at identifying in his state.

“Gonna cum,” he ground out, struggling to let the words out through his moans and whimpers. Soap just nodded, speeding his hand up. Ghost just continued moaning, letting himself chase the pleasure that he so desperately wanted. When he finally spilled over Soap’s hand, he let out a deep sigh combined with a low moan. He let himself regain his breath, as Soap continued holding him, as one would a lover.

-

Ghost stood in front of Soap’s door, hesitating to knock on it. He wanted to talk about the event a few days ago, because neither of them had brought it up yet, and it was driving Ghost insane. As he finally knocked on it, he heard Soap scramble to open the door.

“Ghost! What are ye doing here?” Soap asked as he opened the door, obviously pretending to be surprised.

“Wanted to talk to you,” Ghost clipped as he entered the room, watching Soap close and lock the door behind him. He sat at the edge of Soap’s bed, waiting for Soap to walk back over.

“So… a few days ago-“

“Ah am SO sorry aboot that Ghost, Ah never meant fer ye tae break doon,” Soap started rambling, placing his hands on Ghost’s shoulders in an attempt to try and comfort himself.

“No- I’m not upset about that Soap. Just, what does this make us? I- I want to know.”

Ghost’s words seemed to make Soap pause, obviously trying to understand what Ghost had just said. The both stood in silence for a few minutes before Soap piped up again.

“Ah… Ah dinnae know. What de ye waant it tae be?” The Scot asked, and this time Ghost was the one surprised. He thought that he’d made what he wanted pretty clear, although it might be easy to misconstrue his wants as just sex, but he truly wanted more from his relationship with Soap.

“What’s on the table?” He eventually asked, he didn’t want to overstep in this situation. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he scared Soap off.

“Ah’d rather not jost be fuckbuddies,” Soap admitted, and Ghost paused. Ho-l-y shit.

“Dating? Partner? Boyfriends? What’s the term?” Ghost started thinking aloud, trying to keep this thoughts off of panicking. Soap quietly laughed, and Ghost froze in place.

“We can be partners, if ye want tae be,” he confessed, and Ghost unfroze. He nodded quickly in response, grabbing Soap’s hands to reassure.

“Yes, I do want to be partners,” he whispered into one of Soap’s hands, and when his hot breath hit them, Soap twitched ever so slightly in response. He pressed a kiss to the inside of both of them, and looked up at Soap. His eyes probably looked pathetic and sad, but he couldn’t care.

“God ye look cute when ye’r smaller than me,” Soap eventually piped up, smiling down at Ghost. He removed his hands from Ghost’s, and gently grabbed the bottom of his balaclava. A silent question. Ghost answered in the same way, simply nodding once, and letting Soap pull the balaclava up and over his head.

“Look so pretty,” he breathlessly praised, running a thumb down Ghost’s chin. Ghost whimpered quietly, closing his eyes and leaning into the touch. He let himself just sort of float in the familiarity of Soap’s touch, as the Scot used his free hand to run through Ghost’s hair. Ghost practically purred as his hair was played with, letting Soap do what he wanted. When Soap placed a hand on his chest and gently pushed, Ghost just laid down on the bed, he trusted Soap. He let the Scot wrap his arms around his torso and hold him, just letting himself float in the feeling of being held for the first time in forever.

“Yer hair smells good,” Soap whispered into the back of his head, before pressing a kiss to it. Ghost let  out a soft chuckle, and sighed comfortably.

“I take care of my hair,” he quietly responded, incredibly comfortable just laying in Soap’s arms. Soap let out an amused sigh, as he started messing with Ghost’s hair again.

“Yer really pretty,” he whispered, as if it was a secret to be kept between the two of them.

“So are you Johnny,” Ghost whispered back, allowing the secret to be shared within the two of them.

-

Ghost and Soap opened the door to yet another shabby safe house, waiting for evac to arrive in a few hours. Soap had sat down on the couch as Ghost made sure they were safe. Soap found himself watching as Ghost checked every corner and every place that could possibly be unsafe.

“Ye look hot when ye’r doing this,” he eventually commented, looking Ghost up and down.

“I’ll get on my knees when I finish doing this Soap,” Ghost replied, and Soap let out a laugh.

“Presumptuous, aren’t ye?” The Scot taunted, and he could practically hear the eye roll in Ghost’s words as he responded.

“You telling me you’d rather not have me on my knees again?” Ghost asked, looking over at Soap and cocking an eyebrow tauntingly.

“Never said that,” Soap crossed his arms and slunk down further into the couch, sticking his bottom lip out and pouting.

“Well, if you want me between your knees, you’ll wait for me to finish this,” the conversation was very obviously over, and Ghost had gotten the last word in. Soap continued pouting as he watched Ghost make sure the safe house was secured.

“There we go, now, how long do we have before evac?” Ghost piped up as he walked back to the couch, standing above Soap.

“Three hours, plenty of time fer ye tae get on yer knees,” Soap snarked in response, smirking up at Ghost. Ghost rolled his eyes, but got on his knees between Soap’s legs, pulling his balaclava up to sit on the bridge of his nose. He looked up at Soap, waiting for permission to touch him.

“God ye look so pretty when yer on yer knees fer me,” Soap practically purred, cupping Ghost’s chin with one of his hands, gently rubbing his thumb against his face. Ghost preened at the attention, closing his eyes and leaning into the touch. He could hear Soap unzip his jeans, and he opened his eyes to see the Scot try to pull his pants and boxers down with only one hand. When he managed to do so, his cock sprung free and Ghost looked at it with hunger in his eyes. The excitement was brimming inside him, as he looked back up at Soap.

“Ye can touch loue,” the second the words left Soap’s mouth, Ghost’s was on him in an instant. He gently lapped at the tip, preparing himself to take the full thing as he started pressing kisses to it. Soap just let him, apparently he’d figured out that he would get exactly what he wanted to if he just let Ghost do his work. Ghost took the tip into his mouth, gently licking it and sucking on it. He let himself start to enter that fuzzy headspace that he loved so much, solely focused on pleasuring Soap. He knew that Soap would let him cum later, he’d promised him that he wouldn’t pull a  repeat of the last time without Ghost consent previous to when they actually did anything.

“Such a guid boy fer me,” Soap praised, and Ghost just further let himself sink into that warm fuzzy feeling. He started to take more of Soap into his mouth, until he bottomed out, his nose hitting his stomach. He heard Soap let out a quiet sigh of pleasure, and he was more than pleased with himself for getting Soap to react already. He paused for a second, letting himself adjust to the familiar feeling again. He eventually pulled back ever so slightly, before bobbing back down.

“God ye feel guid Ghost, fuckin’ amazing,” Soap purred, gently running a hand down Ghost’s head, mimicking running his hand through his hair. Soap knew that Ghost wouldn’t want to take his balaclava off yet, not until they were safe back on base. So he didn’t even ask, he just let him keep it on. They both needed whatever comfort they could scrounge together after missions. So he pretended as if he was running his hands through Ghost’s hair and not against the fabric of a balaclava that had seen hell and survived, causing it to be rough from the constant use. For Ghost. Ghost preened at the attention, and continued bobbing his head, desperate to show just how good of a boy he could be. Even though Soap hadn’t even brought up the prospect of punishment, there was a not so little voice in the back of his head telling him that he had to make sure that he was being good for Soap, prove his worth.

“Yer such a guid boy Si,” Soap let out a breathy moan as he spoke, very obviously heavily affected by Ghost. Ghost started licking around Soap’s cock, closing his eyes and focusing only on pleasuring Soap. Soap threw his head back, letting out breathy moans and whimpers. Ghost just let himself float as he bobbed his head, sucking in the sides of his mouth occasionally, causing drool to start falling down his chin, but he couldn’t care at all. All he was focused on was how good he was being. Soap let himself focus on how good Ghost’s mouth felt, he’d make sure Ghost came soon after he did. Ghost felt himself sink into a rhythm that he was oh so familiar with, his head feeling floaty and fuzzy as he did so. He loved that feeling so much, adored it, craved it, loved how easy it was for Soap to put him in that headspace.

“‘M gonna cum Si,” Soap warned, not expecting Ghost to try and swallow it at all. Ghost simply did his best to nod, doubling down on his efforts. He let Soap cut down his throat, not worrying about the small amounts dripping down his chin, he wasn’t expected to swallow it all, after all. When Soap calmed back down, he gently wiped the droplets of cum from Ghost’s face, smiling softly down at him. Ghost just kept his hands on his knees, waiting for a command.

“How’d ye like ta cum loue?” He asked, giving him the ability to choose whatever he wanted. Ghost thought for a few minutes, weighing his options.

“Could you let me ride your thigh..?”

He hesitantly asked, as if he’d be denied his request for whatever reason.

“Of course Si, now come ‘ere, let’s get ye situated,” Soap helped Ghost stand, allowing him to sit himself down on his thigh. He let out a quiet whimper of pleasure as his clothed cock hit Soap’s thigh. Soap gently held onto Ghost’s thighs, giving him a place of grounding and a way to keep him stable. Ghost started gently thrusting against his thigh, letting himself chase his pleasure. Soap started running one of his hands down Ghost’s side, just watching Ghost as he did what he wanted and slowly brought himself to orgasm.

“Look so pretty Ghostie,” Soap cooed as Ghost sped his rutting up, finding the way Ghost looked when he was solely focused on pleasure more than attractive. He watched as Ghost started moaning and whimpering, his rutting becoming erratic and staggered. He saw Ghost throw his head back, sticking his tongue out ever so slightly as the pleasure started to overwhelm him. It was just now that Soap realized it would be incredibly clear what they had done if Ghost came in his pants, and how embarrassed Ghost would most likely be.

“Si, Ah’m real sorry but Ah dinnae think ye should cum in yer pants,” he warned, and Ghost whined. He wasn’t thinking of anything other than pleasure and cumming his brains out, and he was confused.

“Dinnae worry loue, ye can still cum. How ‘bout ah jerk ye off and Ah promise Ah’ll let ye cum on mah thigh as much as ye want when we get back, okay?” Soap reassured him, as he pressed a kiss to his chin. Ghost whined but nodded, very obviously pleased with the promise Soap had made. He slide off of Soap’s knee, and onto the ground, frowning at the lose of friction.

“Oh no loue, ye’r allowed oon the couch,” Soap chuckled, patting the section of the couch next to him. Ghost hesitantly climbed onto the couch, sitting down. Soap unzipped Ghost’s jeans, gently pulling his boxers down as well, letting Ghost’s cock spring free. Ghost let out a quiet whimper in response, but didn’t fight it. Soap spat in his hand, before wrapping it around Ghost’s cock. Ghost whimpered quietly at the touch, and let out a breathy moan as Soap started moving his hand up and down.

“Such a pretty boy, so pretty fer me mah little Ghostie,” Soap praised, and Ghost whimpered loudly. He’d never felt small around people besides his dad before, he was always taller and stronger than most of the people around him, and now Soap was legitimately making him feel small. But not in a bad way like how he felt with his dad, in a good way. Like he was a small animal to take care of, one that would be kept safe. Like Ghost was a small, feral kitten someone was nursing back to health with reassurance and love. And he adored it. Loved how he felt when he was at Soap’s mercy, how he felt like he was cared for. He let himself melt into the pleasure as Soap jerked him off, knowing that he’d always be taken care of as long as Soap was there.

“Such a good boy,” Soap praised, and Ghost threw his head back again. He felt that all familiar feeling of an orgasm creeping up inside him, and moaned loudly.

“Ye can cum whenever ye wantae sweetheart,” Soap reassured him, and Ghost almost immediately came in response, the response having been practically trained into him.

“So good fer me Si, such a good boy fer listening tae me earlier,” the Scot praised as Ghost started coming back from subspace. He still let himself float however, he knew Soap would protect him if need be. He was safe with Soap.

-

“Soap, that promise you made on the mission…” Ghost mumbled as he walked into Soap’s room, as the aforementioned Scot was drawing in a journal on his shitty bed. Soap looked over at him, giving him a smile.

“Ye wantae do that noo?” He asked, placing the journal to the side and patting the small space next to him on the bed. Ghost nodded, he wasn’t great at asking for things if he wasn’t decently deep in subspace. Soap knew that as well, and just nodded, pressing a kiss to Ghost’s masked face as he sat down on the bed. They both knew that yet again, Ghost wouldn’t want to take the mask off until he was decently far into subspace, and yet again, Soap was fine with that. He treated Ghost as carefully as he could, yet still treated him as if he was actually strong, in some weird mixed up way. And Ghost loved it, he loved just melting into Soap’s touch as he was treated with adoration and love by the Scot.

“Come ‘ere loue, let’s get ye situated,” Soap half commanded half requested, making sure that Ghost could back out at anytime if he ever wanted to. Not that Ghost would want to, but it was nice to be treated so nice. Soap shifted over to the side of the bed, giving him easier access to his thigh. Ghost followed suit, sitting himself down on Soap’s thigh and letting out a small sigh of satisfaction as his clothed cock hit Soap’s rough jeans. Soap pressed a soft kiss to approximately where Ghost’s lips would be under the mask, and then smiling at him.

“Ye can start whenever ye wantae, and ye can stop when ye’ve decided ye’ve had enough, okay loue?” Soap explained, and Ghost nodded. Those were easy rules, he could follow them. He started with a soft thrust, causing him to moan in reaction, the familiar feeling of his clothed cock trapped beneath his jeans and boxers, rubbing against Soap’s own jeans, god it always felt good. He started speeding his thrusts up, tossing his head back as Soap started running his hands down his sides. The mixture of the feelings was weirdly arousing, being gently caressed as he thrusted against Soap’s thigh, it all felt so good. His breath hitched slightly as he moved to the side ever so slightly, somehow finding a new angle to pleasure himself on.

“Such a pretty boy, humpin’ mah leg like that,” Soap started whispering praises as his hands snaked under Ghost’s shirt, now roaming around his chest without the barrier of his shirt in the way. Ghost just moaned in response, the way he was rutting against Soap’s thigh, how Soap’s hands felt against his chest, it all pulled him down into subspace extremely quickly. All that was running through Ghost’s mind was chasing his pleasure as he rutted against the familiar feeling of Soap’s thigh. He was brought back ever so slightly when Soap held the bottom of his balaclava, silently asking for permission to take it off. Ghost nodded, and Soap ever so gently pulled it over his head, folding it up and placing it to the side as Ghost continued humping his thigh, as this was the most normal thing in the world.

“So good fer me Si, my little Ghostie bein’ so guid fer me,” he continued praising, as he started to press gentle kisses to Ghost’s shoulder, earning even more moans and whimpers from the brit. He bit his lip, a pathetic attempt to quiet himself down and trap the moans and whimpers from getting out. Normally Soap would complain or take his hand off, but this was supposed to be about Ghost, not him. So he just let Ghost clamp his lips together to try and muffle his sounds, besides, it was almost amusing how bad he was at it.

“Gonna cum,” he panted through grit teeth, and Soap just nodded.

“Whenever ye wantae, pretty boy,” he encouraged, letting Ghost choose the pace and how soon he came. Ghost nodded back, he could do that. He could take control if it was a command, that was easier. It was always easier when he was given a command, especially in subspace. So he didn’t try to speed up or force himself to cum, he let himself settle himself into a rhythm with his thrusts, finding it easier to do so now that he had just gotten a command from Soap. His orgasm eventually rolled over him, and he panted heavily as he continued rutting against Soap’s thigh. He didn’t want the moment to be over yet, and the pleasure he was receiving was amazing.

“God howfur did Ah end up with such a guid boy?” Soap asked, as Ghost twitched ever so slightly with overstimulation as he thrusted. The feeling of his now sticky boxers and jeans against Soap’s thigh mixed with the overstimulation felt like heaven to Ghost, if he could forever be in this place and this state… god now that’s a thought. He clamped his eyes shut as he felt Soap’s hands start to roam his chest again. The mixture of sensations put him right on the edge of release again, and all it took was Soap pressing a soft kiss to his lips, before he was cumming again.

“So guid fer me, such a pretty boy,” Soap praised yet again, and Ghost whimpered. Now he was incredibly overstimulated and even the vibrations when Soap chuckled ever so slightly sent shivers down his spine. He was panting heavily, everything felt like too much and not enough at the exact same time somehow. His rutting slowed down as the feeling of his clothed cock sliding against Soap’s thigh became somewhat painful. He stopped his humping, and let himself calm down.

“Ye all done?” Soap words brought him back and grounded him, even if they weren’t meant to be particularly calming. He nodded, he didn’t think he had another round in him, and he felt as if his legs would collapse if he tried to stand, so he simply leaned against Soap’s chest. Soap let out a quiet, non-judgemental laugh, rubbing Ghost’s back.

“We hae tae get ye all cleaned up Si,” he reminded, and Ghost groaned. All he wanted to do was melt into Soap’s reassuring touch as kisses were pressed to the top of his head. Soap smiled gently, pressing a kiss to the top of Ghost’s head, as if he could read his mind.

“Five minutes, then Ah’ve got tae grab ye some new bottoms,” Ghost wasn’t pleased that him being held would be ended eventually, but he was happy that it wasn’t immediately ending. Soap continued rubbing his back, occasionally pressing gentle kisses to the top of Ghost’s head.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley Additional Tags: Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Hand Jobs, Dacryphilia, (on both ends), Babygirl Simon "Ghost" Riley except it's real and he loves it, Feminization, Bad Flirting, Drunken Flirting, Love Confessions, Babygirl John "Soap" MacTavish, Babygirl Simon "Ghost" Riley, Top John "Soap" MacTavish, Bottom Simon "Ghost" Riley, Safe Sane and Consensual, Safer Sex, Condoms, Clothed Sex, (Does it count if only most of their clothes are on?), fuck it we ball, I gave up on Soap's accent halfway though sorry, (Holds them in my hands) They get to have fun sexy times and be happy, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping Series: Part 7 of Ghost and Soap Fuck A Lot, Part 2 of Sost Summary:

“Anyway, why’d ye order bourbon? Tastes like piss,” he teasingly asked, trying to steer the conversation away from the current topic.

“Thought it was because I was a ‘good ol’ boy,’ huh Johnny?” a newly low, gruff voice responded, causing John’s eyes to widen in surprise.

“Ghost..?” he hesitantly asked, now slightly confused and concerned.

“Simon. Don’t have the mask,” Simon said, smiling gently at John.

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Or: Soap invites Ghost to a bar, doesn't recognize Ghost without the mask, and accidentally admits his feelings to him. Sexy time ensues.

Fic below:

The 141 had two days of rare free time, down in some Glasgow base. Soap had been allowed to sleep in his apartment, and while he felt bad about abandoning his teammates, the call of his soft mattress was too much to resist. He’d stuck around on base for the day, hanging out with everyone else, fooling around with them.

“Hey Ghost, you wanna go tae go th’ pub th’ nicht?” Soap asked over the chaos of the lunchroom, a wide, hopeful smile on his face.

“Eh sure. What’s the place?” Ghost questioned, looking up from the food in front of him. John’s face lit up at the answer, his smile brightening.

“Waterloo, tis close tae mah apartment, so ah go often,” Soap explained, flapping his hands slightly.

“Affirmative,” Ghost said, giving a sharp nod to Soap before taking a bite of his food.

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John MacTavish was sat at the bar of the pub he’d invited Ghost to.

Alone .

He’d been excited when Ghost said yes to going with him, but this was still in the realm of possibilities, unfortunately. His legs were swinging back and forth as he sipped from his glass of Scotch, sighing sadly as he realized Ghost wasn’t coming. The stranger sitting over at one of the tables alone was kinda hot though, and he may as well go home with someone tonight.

Said stranger walked up to him, snapping him out of his thoughts, sitting down next to him.

“Hello,” he said, giving him a small wave and a gentle smile.

“Hey. Why’d ye come ower here? Nothin’ special tae see,” John grumbled, staring a hole in the bottom of his glass.

“Acording to you, there isn’t. But, ya seemed lonely,” The stranger explained, ordering a bourbon from the bartender.

“Yeah. Was meeting up with someone, bit ‘e didnae show,” he said, scowling under his lips.

“A date?”

“Dinnae think he’d see it that way. Hell, dinnae think ‘e’d agree if ‘e knew,” John grumbled, sitting back and watching the other man take a swig of his newly served drink.

“Anyway, why’d ye order bourbon? Tastes like piss,” he teasingly asked, trying to steer the conversation away from the current topic.

“Thought it was because I was a ‘good ol’ boy,’ huh Johnny?” a newly low, gruff voice responded, causing John’s eyes to widen in surprise.

“Ghost..?” he hesitantly asked, now slightly confused and concerned.

“Simon. Don’t have the mask,” Simon said, smiling gently at John.

“Simon. Anyway, why’d ye like bourbon anyway?” John asked, trying to pretend he didn’t just admit his feelings about Simon, to Simon.

“Why do you like Scotch?” Simon teasingly asked, leaning in closer to John. He could feel Simon’s breath on his face, and he was blushing like a fucking child at the closeness.

“Dinnae kin, juist lik’ it,” John mumbled, thankful that Simon finally leaned back. Simon just hummed, finishing off his drink.

“What did you say about me not agreeing to coming here if I knew this was a date? That I wouldn’t come? You really think I wouldn’t realize this was a date?” Simon teasingly asked, ordering another glass of bourbon.

“Didn’t think ye wid realize ‘twas a gay bar,” John explained, staring at Simon’s lips as he took a swig of his drink.

“There’s only men here Johnny, wouldn’t take much figuring out even if I didn’t know,” was the response he got, a smirk on his face.

“Oh shut it, wasn’t really thinking aboot it whin ye agreed, just panicked ‘nd said the bar closest ta mah apartment,” John grumbled, swirling his drink in his hand.

“You come here often?” Simon asked, hiding the small chuckle in his voice at the horrible pick-up line.

“Before joinin’ the military, occasionally. Whenever ah wanted a quick bugger,” he explained, chuckling softly as he took a long swig from the drink in hand.

“Heh, you seem like the type,” was the gently teasing response he got, a small smile on his face.

“'n' whit's that suppose tae mean?” John asked, already knowing the answer, but wanting to tease the Brit anyway.

“Think ya know what I mean Johhny,” Simon cooed, leaning closer to John in an attempt to make him flustered.

“Don’t think ah do, Simon ,” John teased back, following suit and leaning so close that both men could feel the other's hot breath on their faces.

“Sure you don’t,” was the almost questioning tease, a smirk on Simon's face as he tried pulling back.

“Teasing isn’t very good boy behavior , don’tcha think Simon?” John breathlessly asked, leaning closer to stop themselves from parting, rubbing circles on the taller man’s thigh, earning soft pants from him.

“N-no,” Simon practically whimpered, swallowing unconsciously as he realized just exactly what John was doing.

“You okay with this?” John whispered, making sure he wasn’t ignoring boundaries or making Simon uncomfortable. Simon nodded, a small smile on his face as he realized just how much John cared about him.

“Then let’s go back to mah place,” the Scot said, digging money out of his pocket to pay for the drinks. Simon gave a sharp nod as John handed the wad of cash to the bartender, standing up and grabbing Simon’s wrist.

“Mah apartment's ainlie a few blocks awa',” he said, dragging Simon out of the bar. Simon followed willingly, too excited about what was about to happen to ask for a translation. John smirked at the realization, speeding up slightly.

“God, you're excited,” Ghost quipped, some small voice nagging at him to tease John, and who was he to deny himself the love of teasing the smaller man?

“And? Finally got the feared and renowned Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley about to be in mah bed,” John responded, turning a corner. Simon just blushed, a small smile on his face.

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The two men were barely inside John’s apartment before John was all over Simon, grabbing him by his collar, pulling him down and kissing him deeply. The kiss was all tongue and teeth, and yet it was the best kiss either of them had ever had.

“Fuck, Johnny,” Simon panted under his breath as John finally pulled away from the kiss to breath.

“Uh uh, I’m gonna fuck you,” John responded, grabbing the taller man’s wrist and dragging him to the bedroom. Simon’s eyes widened at what he said, his mouth opening slightly. He got shoved on the bed, his head hitting the pillow as John pinned him down.

“Fuckin’ loue ye,” John whispered into his ear as he leaned down, his hot breath hitting Simon’s shoulder and ear, making him shudder slightly. Simon pulled him into another kiss, hot and quick, panting when he removed his lips from John’s.

“Please hurry up Johnny,” Simon breathlessly asked as John palmed at the taller man’s clothed dick, allowing it to fully harden.

“Na, ah think a'm gonnae tease ye 'til ye stairt greetin' 'n' begging me tae fuck ye,” was the cooed response he got, gently rubbing Simon’s cheek in a sign of affection. Simon just gulped, nodding, finally reaching that soft, fuzzy headspace he hadn’t been in for so long. He didn’t even try to ask John to translate, already knowing exactly what he said- you don’t work with a Scot for years upon years without researching their slang - and that little voice in the back of his head telling him to annoy John was shrinking by the second.

“God yer pumpin’ hot,” John breathlessly praised, pausing his palming of Simon’s still clothed dick to pull him into a soft kiss, not rushed or rough like the last two, instead a show of pure affection and adoration. John licked the Brit’s bottom lip for entrance, being granted it immediately. He explored Simon’s mouth, almost as he was making a mental map of the taller man’s mouth.

“Fuck,” Simon panted as they finally pulled away from the kiss to breath, his eyes fluttering shut as John went back to palming him.

“In a little, wanna see you come apart under mah hands first,” John replied, using his free hand to snake under Simon’s shirt, trailing up to his pecs before giving it a quick, experimental squeeze. Simon let out a shocked moan, unable to prevent it from snaking out of his throat due to the lack of warning.

“Ye lik’ me playing with yer tits Simon?” The Scot asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to draw this out.

“God, fuck, yes,” Simon panted as John squeezed the other one.

“Gonna need more of an explanation,” John responded, pausing his palming.

“I like it when you play with my tits,” Simon said as blush coating his face due to embarrassment. He tossed an arm over his eyes, trying to hide himself from the man pinning him down to the bed.

“None o’ that, I wanna see ye,” John demanded, reaching up from Simon’s crotch to pull the taller man’s arm off of his eyes. Simon whimpered, but complied, moving his hand over to his side.

“Such a good boy for me,” he cooed, moving his hand back, giving a rough thrust in combination with a sharp squeeze to his right pec. Simon let out a filthy moan at the action, tilting his head back in pure bliss. His hands reached up to try and find purchase on John’s chest, grabbing onto his shirt as John teasingly thrust his hips against Simon’s crotch.

“Johnny, please,” he whined, tears prickling his eyes as he finally realized he wasn’t going to get what he wanted if he didn’t beg for it.

“Shush love, I’ll give you what you want,” John whispered, and fuck, if he didn’t have at least a small case of dacryphillia. He gently kissed the tears that threatened to fall from Simon’s eyes away, tugging the taller man’s pants off. Simon moaned softly at the weirdly gentle action, as John snaked his hand into Simon’s boxers.

“Look so good crying for me love,” the Scot cooed, taking Simon’s dick in hand, earning a moan from him. He thumbed his slit gently, drawing a breathy moan from Simon.

“More, please Johnny,” Simon begged, even more tears forming in his eyes as John gave him just slightly less than he needed.

“I’ll give you what you want, just lay there and look pretty,” John said, speeding his hands up, earning even more pants and moans from the taller man. Simon nodded, tears falling from his eyes as he moaned loudly and unabashedly. John used his free hand to whip the tears away, smiling down softly at him.

“So pretty,” He praised, gently kissing Simon’s nose. The mixture of rough, harsh strokes on his cock, tears falling down his face, made the gentle texture send him over the edge. His orgasm hit him like a wave, making him loudly cry out and moan as John let him ride his release out.

“Johnny, fuck me, please,” Simon asked, his voice raspy from moaning so loudly.

“Absolutely,” John responded breathlessly, reaching over to the bedside table to find lube and a condom. Simon waited patiently, watching as John grabbed a condom and a not yet used bottle of lube. John popped the bottle open with a pop, squirting some into his hand. He slid his index finger into the warm heat of Simon’s asshole, the slide suspiciously easy.

“Ye been fingering yerself today Simon?” He asked, sliding another finger in with slightly more resistance this time.

“Y-yeah, to you. Couldn’t wait, and I wanted to make this easier,” Simon explained through pants and moans as John added another finger.

“So ye wanted this jus’ as much as me?” John questioned, already knowing the answer.

“Wanted you since Las Almas,” Simon moaned loudly, panting as John started to scissor his fingers.

“Wanted ye since I first saw ye. Knew I had tah bend ye over and fuck ye when I saw that skull mask,” was the response he got, John’s free hand gently rubbing circles on his thigh.

“Fucking hell Johnny,” Simon panted, watching John grab the condom as he pulled his fingers out. John just smirked, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough to let his hard dick slip from its confines.

“You ready Si?” He asked as he rolled the condom down his dick, moaning quietly at the feeling. Simon saw the opportunity in front of him, and took it. He grabbed the bottle of lube, squirting some onto his hand before reaching down to take John’s cock in his hand.

“Good boy,” John moaned softly as Simon stroked up and down, applying the lube whilst also giving him a hand job. He pulled away after a few minutes, deciding it was thoroughly lubed up. He looked up at John, giving him a sharp nod as the smaller man lined up with his asshole.

“Fuck…” John moaned as he slowly pushed into Simon, the warm heat enveloping his cock as he slowly sunk into the taller man.

“Feel so good around me, so good for me sweetheart,” he praised, pausing to allow Simon to adjust to the stretch.The taller man keened at the praise, a small smile on his face.

“You can move now,” He mumbled, causing John to pull halfway out, before thrusting into Simon roughly. Simon gasped out at the action, tilting his head back as John leaned onto his shoulder.

“I loue ye so much,” he whispered into the skin, hot breath coursing Simon’s shoulders as John started a brutal rhythm. He let out loud moans as John found his prostate, repeatedly slamming into it over and over.

“Fuck, John, I l-love you too,” Simon moaned, already nearing his second climax.

“Ye going to cum soon?” John asked, giving him a particularly hard thrust into the heat of Simon’s asshole, feeling his own orgasm start to build up.

“Y-yes sir,” was the panted response he earned through moans, causing him to smirk. The title surprised John slightly, but it spurred him on.

“Go on then, be a good boy and cum with me,” John demanded, only a few seconds away from orgasming himself. Simon let out a strangled moan, cumming with a final thrust from John. The clench of Simon’s ass sent John over the edge, his vision whiting out for a second as he gave that final thrust.

“Fuck, I love ye so fucking much,” John panted, pulling out of Simon, before taking the condom off of his dick, tying it at the top and tossing it in the trash.

“I love you too Johnny,” Simon whispered, closing his eyes, too exhausted to take his clothes off.

“Good night Simon,” John whispered, kissing the top of Simon’s head as he pulled his pants up, curling up next to him.

“Night,” Simon mumbled, as John wrapped his arms around his waist. The taller man wriggled closer to John, hugging him back in a tight embrace.

Notes:

[maned-wolf-caboose]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish Additional Tags: Drunkenness, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Public Masturbation, (Only technically), Voyeurism, (Technically non-con voueurism but he like it I promise), Exhibitionism, Exhibitionist John "Soap" MacTavish, Teasing, Sleeping Naked, (for plot reasons), Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Butt Plugs, realistic sex, refractory periods, (Sorry but I need this so they can be soft between wild sex), Gentle Sex, Babygirl John "Soap" MacTavish, Babygirl Simon "Ghost" Riley, Bottom Simon "Ghost" Riley, Top John "Soap" MacTavish, Light Dom/sub, Subspace, Ownership, Naked Cuddling, Cuddling & Snuggling, no beta we die like 2009 ghost, Safe Sane and Consensual, CHAPTER TWO TAGS:, Edging, Vibrators, Needy Simon "Ghost" Riley, Subdrop, Light Angst, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Post-Coital Cuddling Series: Part 8 of Ghost and Soap Fuck A Lot, Part 7 of Sost Summary:

"“Oh but you are love, you’re so beautiful,” was the response Ghost earned, a soft touch grazing down his face. Ghost keened into the touch, whining softly at the soft words in combination with the touch.

“So beautiful for me,” Soap cooed, gently pulling him in for another soft kiss. Ghost closed his eyes, practically melting into the Scot’s touch as he gently caressed Ghost’s cheek, a soft smile on his face."

Or: Soap decides to rile his lieutenant up at night one day, and things turn out great for him.

Fic below:

Down time was rare for the 141, so whenever they had it, it was always used to its full potential. Gaz and Price were playing poker with a few of the rookies, collectively kicking their asses, while Ghost had retreated to the shitty room he and Soap shared. He’d seen Soap talking to a few other rookies when he’d left, but he didn’t really pay much attention to them.

That was a lie. He’d paid much more attention to Soap and who he was talking to than was ever considered necessary. Not that he would ever admit it to anyone. He was now laying on his crappy bed, a worn out book in hand.

It was a childhood gift from a friend he hadn’t seen in decades, but it’s always been close to him. So when Soap came barging into the room, shitface drunk and dripping with water, how’d he get wet? He immediately tucked the book into his bedside table to keep it safe.

“Awright Simon, what're ye daein'?” The drunken Scot asked, falling face first onto Simon’s bed.

“You’re sopping wet, get your ass off of my bed,” Ghost growled, sitting up and grabbing the back of Soap’s shirt.

“Howfs lik' ye though...” Soap groaned, shoving his nose into the sheets.

“Because I sleep on it you absolute dumbass,” was the response he got, getting yanked from the sheets like a cat picking up their child by the scruff of their neck.

“Why are you wet anyway?” Ghost asked, picking Soap up and placing him on his own bed.

“Git tossed in th' loch,” Soap mumbled, making grabby hands at Ghost.

“Of course you did,” Ghost said, rolling his eyes as he batted Soap’s hands away. Soap grumbled, falling forward onto Ghost’s chest.

“You got to change into dry clothes Soap, you’ll freeze,” Ghost grumbled, peeling the Scotsman from his chest. Soap whined, trying to get closer to Ghost as the Brit held him back by the back of his shirt.

“You’re drunk,” Ghost grunted, trying to talk sense into him.

“'n' ye dinnae ken whit a'm waantin',” Soap whined in response, sticking his tongue out at Ghost.

“And you don’t know what you want,” Ghost responded, tossing the Brit back onto his bed.

“Ah ken whit a'm waantin', haven't even tellt ye,” Soap grumbled, sitting up from the bed and frowning at Ghost.

“Shut up Soap. Get some water and some sleep before you try to do this, you’re shitface drunk,” Ghost demanded, sitting down on his own bed.

“'n' ah aye ken whit a'm waantin',” Soap responded, a wide frown on his face as he crossed his arms.

“You’re fucked up on alcohol right now Soap, you don’t know what you want,” Ghost denied the thought of actually agreeing to what Soap was suggesting to cross his mind, the Scot was drunk and as good as the thought was, he wasn’t going to take advantage of his lower ranking coworker.

“Ah ken even mair whit a'm waantin', 'n' noo ah hae th' courage tae act oan it, Simon,” Soap said, his words slurring as Ghost looked away from him.

“Change your clothes and go to sleep Soap,” Ghost grunted, laying his head down on the pillow to end the conversation. Soap just grunted, and Ghost heard him stand up. The sound of feet shuffling over to his dresser could be heard over the two men’s breathing, as he took his shirt off. Ghost clamped his eyes shut so he wouldn’t be even tempted to look over at the newly shirtless man.

“Ye dinnae seem lik' th' kinda body who'd let an opportunity lik' this gang,” Soap grumbled, shoving his pants to the ground loudly.

Do not turn around, do not turn around Simon. He’s drunk, he’s not fully there right now. Ghost repeated in his mind like a mantra, clenching his fists to try and not turn around.

“Go to bed Johnny,” He demanded, scowling at the wall in an attempt to think about something else.

“Fine,” Soap groaned, flopping back on his bed, facing the wall. Ghost let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding, relaxing as he tried his best to forget what Soap had just offered. He heard a shuffling from Soap, ignoring it in favor of trying to fall asleep. He eventually fell asleep, snoring softly.

Ghost woke up to soft shuffling from Soap’s side of the room, confusing his still half-asleep brain. He could hear Soap pulling his pants down- please don’t let this be what he thinks this is -and he takes a sharp breath in at the sound.

“Fuck-” Soap gasped out softly as Ghost heard his hand dive under his blanket down to his crotch. Ghost’s breath hitched at the sound, his eyes widening as he gave in to his desires and turned to look at the Scottish man. He never said he was a good man, quite the opposite actually.

“Fuckin- shite,” Soap quietly moaned out, causing Ghost’s breath to stutter slightly. Ghost could see the smirk on Soap’s face, distorted slightly by the pleasure drawn on his face. Ghost clenched his hands into fists, trying his best not to move them down to his dick.

Soap was human, he had needs, he was allowed to release them without Ghost being a creep.

But hell, if Soap wasn’t making it hard for him. Ghost desperately wanted to relieve himself, but he wasn’t a fucking creep goddamn it. Soap’s breath hitched as Ghost saw his fist twist under the sheets, earning a quiet gasp from Ghost. Ghost finally caved, and moved his hand down to his cock.

“G- please,” Soap moaned out, his breath hitching as he whined softly. Ghost didn’t even bother tugging his pants down, just shoved his hand down both his pants and boxers, and quickly gripped his dick. He let out a quiet hiss at the rough feeling, but he didn’t have lube and he needed to get this over with.

The sooner he got it over with, the sooner the post-orgasm guilt would leave him. And the sooner that happened, the sooner he could go on pretending that nothing happened between the two of them. Or, more like what happened with him and an unassuming Soap.

“Fuckin’ hell, Ghost, please,” Soap cried out, and hell if that didn’t awaken something in Ghost. Ghost used his free hand to muffle the moans pouring out from his mouth at an insane rate, as he sped up his pumping. He twisted his hand slightly at the tip as he saw Soap’s tongue start to hang out slightly.

“So close,” Soap panted under his breath, causing Ghost to snap out of the trance-like state he was in and put in even more effort into finishing. His breath hitched as he let out a strangled moan, spilling all over his hand.

“Fuckin’ hell, LT,” He could barely make out over his panting, a signal that Soap had cum as well. Ghost clamped his eyes shut, willing himself to go back to bed and forget this ever happened.

“Night Simon,” Soap whispered after he himself finished shuffling around to find a suitable spot to fall asleep in again, barely audible over the two men’s breathing.

Fuck.

-

The events of the previous night went unspoken, but the effects still existed.

Ghost felt slightly off-put, Soap knew that Ghost heard him, and yet he continued his actions. But why did he do it is the question. And Ghost would love to ask that, but he had no idea how to bring it up. What’re you supposed to say in this situation?

“Hey Soap, so I know we both masterbated to each other last night, but I love you?” How the fuck do you even start that conversation? Stupid, stupid emotions and how stupidly, stupidly complicated they are.

The rest of the 141 barely noticed it, thankfully. Turns out an emotionally repressed stand-off and someone who wears his heart on his sleeve to keep secrets to himself are very good at hiding emotional conflicts and keeping them hidden.

Ghost had decided that maybe, just maybe he could talk to Soap about what happened. If Soap initiated the conversation first. Except that Soap was even better at pretending nothing happened, and something told Ghost that he’d have to “man up” and start the conversation himself.

God he was fucked.

-

Ghost had flopped into bed after a long day of training, a pathetic attempt to keep himself from thinking about what had happened. He was exhausted, but Soap wasn’t in the room yet, and he had decided to sleep naked. Something nags at the back of his mind that he slept naked for a reason, but he’s going to pretend otherwise.

He fell asleep, snoring quietly, as Soap entered the room. He himself had decided to sleep naked again, but that wasn’t really abnormal for him. Helps that the two of them never shower at the same time. He was determined to make Ghost confront him about it, and if his previous stint the night before hadn’t worked, he was sure as hell gonna try again.

He’d gripped onto the metal bars of his bed, his stomach pressed on the sheets. He slowly pulled himself up, thrusting back into the sheets, pulling a low groan out of his throat. He continued thrusting into his sheets at a slow pace, it felt like torture, but he needed to get Ghost to join him again. Something in the back of his mind made the fucked up cenario even better.

God his exhibitionism kink was going to be the death of him. But hell, if he wasn’t going to drag Ghost down with him. He heard Ghost’s snores stop, earning a smirk from him. He sped up, hearing Ghost immediately move his hand down to his dick to stroke it. Time to finally up the ante.

“Ah, Ghost,” he moaned softly, earning a sharp, quiet gasp from the taller man. His breath hitched when he realized Ghost’s shuffling stopped, scared he offended him or something.

“Johnny,” oh fuck.

“Simon,” Soap gulped, his eyes widening slightly as he realized Ghost was standing in front of him.

“You want to do this?” Ghost asked under his breath, not breaking the tension that was in the room, but still asking for consent. Soap smiled softly at the thought, and nodded, turning onto his back.

“You have a safe-word?” he asked, crawling over him, straddling him by the waist.

“Rabbit,” Soap mumbled, slightly embarrassed but still wanting to get this over with.

“Good. Mines, purple. Don’t be afraid to check out,” Ghost said, a small smile on Soap’s face. He nodded, wrapping his arms around Ghost’s throat, pulling him in for a kiss.

“God you’re hot,” He whispered onto Ghost’s lips, when they finally pulled back from the kiss.

“I’m not,” Ghost whispered back, looking away from Soap’s gaze.

“Oh but you are love, you’re so beautiful,” was the response Ghost earned, a soft touch grazing down his face. Ghost keened into the touch, whining softly at the soft words in combination with the touch.

“So beautiful for me,” Soap cooed, gently pulling him in for another soft kiss. Ghost closed his eyes, practically melting into the Scot’s touch as he gently caressed Ghost’s cheek, a soft smile on his face.

“Please,” Ghost whined into the kiss, becoming more needy by the moment.

“I’ll give you what you want, love,” Soap responded, moving his free hand down to Ghost’s dick, gently grasping it.

“Thank you,” Ghost gasped out, not even having anything to properly thank him for, but more so at the promise Soap- no, Johnny, - had made him.

“Anything for you,” John whispered into his ear, a wide smirk on his face as he stroked Simon’s dick, pulling a deep moan from the taller man’s throat. Simon gasped quietly as John ran a hand down his chest, speeding his strokes up to draw more moans from him.

“Fuckin’ Johnny please , I need you in me,” Simon begged, clamping his eyes shut as he let John flip their positions.

“I gotcha love, give me a few seconds,” John responded, removing his hand that was running down Simon’s chest to rummage through his bedside table in an attempt to find the bottle of lube.

“ Please Johnny, ” Simon whined again, watching as John squirted some lube onto his hand, before warming it up with his fingers.

“Calm down love, I’m right here. I’ll give you what you want,” John responded, moving his lubed up hand under Simon’s crotch, slowly inserting his index finger into him. Simon let out a stuttered moan, his eyes fluttering open.

“Such a good boy for me, letting me do this to you,” John cooed as he thrust his finger in and out of Simon, removing his hand from Simon’s dick to gently open Simon’s mouth with his thumb. Simon immediately started sucking on it without thinking, running solely on pleasure and want and the need to take take take at this point.

“Your good boy, o-only for you,” he moaned, the vague feeling of another finger being added tugging at the back of his mind. He could vaguely feel his dick leaking onto John’s chest, but to hell with embarrassment, he was finally getting what he wanted and he wasn’t going to stop this for anything .

“That’s right, only I’m allowed to see you like this. So wrecked from just my fingers,” John whispered into his ear, inserting a third finger and putting Simon right on that edge , and fuck, he would agree with anything John said to him. He nodded frantically, and he wasn’t lying. Simon wouldn’t let himself fall into this headspace in front of anyone else.

“Yours,” he gasped, still on that edge , every thrust of John’s fingers pushing him slightly further off of it, but he hadn’t yet been allowed off of it, and he wanted to be a good boy for John.

“N-needa cum, please ,” he whined out, grabbing onto John’s shoulders to ground himself from the undying pleasure.

“Do it. Be my good boy and cum on just my fingers,” John demanded, adding a fourth finger into him. The permission and feeling of being stretched even further sending him off that ledge, his orgasm hitting him like a wave, causing him to moan loudly and pant.

“So good, such a good boy for me,” John cooed, gently running the hand that was in Simon’s hair through the taller man’s hair, allowing his refractory period to end so he could get off himself.

“Mmm, thank you,” Simon practically purred, letting John lower himself onto Simon’s chest. John continued running his hands through Simon’s hair, grounding the still in subspace man.

“You look so beautiful like this love,” John complimented him, a soft smile on his face as he wiped his lubed-up hand on his sheets, not caring for the fact that he’d have to sleep on them later. He used the now semi-clean hand to draw small circles on Simon’s waist.

“Question while we wait, what does this make us?” Simon hesitantly asked, finally rising from subspace as the feeling of John’s fingers in his hair and the feeling of the small circles on his waist helped ground him.

“What do you want this to be?” John responded, looking up at him as he continued his actions.

“I don’t know, something more than a one-off?” Simon mumbled, slightly embarrassed but wanting a proper answer to this.

“I can do that, anything more specific?”

“I dunno, maybe boyfriends? Labels are weird,” Simon complained, staring a hole in the ceiling.

“That works for me,” John cooed, moving his hand from Simon’s hair to his cheek.

“Look so handsome like this,” he continued praising, causing Simon’s dick to start up again.

“Mmh not handsome,” Simon mumbled, placing a hand over the hand on his cheek, blushing at the praise.

“Oh but you are Si, so handsome,” John whispered, pushing himself up from Simon’s chest to make the position easier.

“You clean?” John asked, gently caressing Simon’s cheek again.

“Mhm, you?” Simon asked back, earning a sharp nod from John.

“Good. You okay with not using a condom?”

“Rather still use one,” Simon responded, slightly embarrassed for asking. John gave a sharp nod, riffling through his bedside drawer again to find a condom. He quickly pulled it onto his dick, wanting to get everything fucking started already . He was still horny as shit, and he was convinced that if he didn’t get release now , he would curl up and die.

“You ready for me?” he asked, quickly squirting lube onto his dick, causing him to wince when he remembered he didn’t warm it up in his hands.

“God- fuck, yes! Need your dick in me now ,” Simon gasped, grasping at the sheets as John lined himself up with his asshole.

“I’ll give you what you want, don’t worry love,” John cooed, earning a long, drawn out moan from Simon as he slowly inserted himself into him.

“Feel so good around me baby, so fucking good for me,” John rambled as he slowly started thrusting in and out of Simon, the warmth of him around his dick earning pants and quiet whines from the Scot.

“Good for you,” Simon parroted, panting softly as John started to pick up the pace slightly. He was dropping back into subspace faster than he thought (and that’s saying something, because he was barely thinking of anything other than John if he was being honest) he’d ever before.

“That’s right, an’ you know it don’t you? You know just how good of a boy you are for me,” John cooed, his thrusts stuttering slightly as Simon clenched around him at the praise.

“YES! Your good boy, only for you,” Simon moaned in response, a whine snaking its way out of his throat as he grabbed the sheets, his knuckles going white with how hard he was holding them in his hands.

“S-so good, know who you b-belong to,” was the moaned response he earned, John’s thrusts becoming staggered and random, his climax extremely close to him.

“Belong to you, just y-you,” Simon whined, reaching his own climax himself.

“That’s right, b-belong to me,” John attempted to coo, failing to do so as his orgasm suddenly hit him. He came in Simon’s ass, his dick twitching as he continued thrusting through his release. Simon came at the feeling of John’s dick twitching in his ass, earning a hand on his dick, stroking him through his own orgasm.

“You did so well for me love, so good,” John cooed, slowly pulling himself out of Simon, earning a whine.

“Wanna be full,” Simon whined, pouting up at John.

“God Si, can’t just say shit like that without expecting me to pound you into oblivion. Gimme a sec, think I got something for you though,” John responded, looking through his bedside table again.

“Ah ha! You still want something up yer ass?” he asked, showing Simon a long, black butt-plug he’d produced. Simon enthusiastically nodded, too excited to ask why he had that in his possession.

“God ye’ll be tha death o’ me,” John said, shaking his head jokingly as he slowly pushed the butt-plug into Simon. The taller man let out a soft whiny moan at the action, a dopey smile on his face as John looked back up at his face.

“You’re so far gone aren’t you? So good for me,” John cooed, gently rubbing Simon’s cheek in a show of affection.

“Mhm,” Simon mumbled, leaning into the touch, his eyes only half-open.

“Let’s get you to bed, love,” John said, lifting Simon off of his bed and dragging him to the taller man’s bed.

“Night,” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around Simon’s waist, kissing him on his forehead.

“Nigh’,” Simon sleepily responded, closing his eyes and curling closer to John.

-

Simon was the first one to wake up that morning, still holding onto John for dear life. He shuffled slightly, the feeling of the butt-pulg inside of him surprising him.

“I was really deep wasn’t I?” He whispered to himself under his breath, not wanting John to wake up. John stirred in his sleep slightly, placing his head on Simon’s chest.

“Mornin’ Si,” he mumbled, nuzzling his face further into Simon as he slowly woke up.

“Did I wake you?” Simon asked, placing a kiss on the top of John’s head.

“Yeah, bu’ don’ worry about it, was probably gonna wake up soon anyway,” was the practically purred response he got.

“Okay,” Simon said, smiling into John’s messy mullet.

“Ye feeling okay? You were pretty far gone last night,” John asked, looking up at Simon from his chest.

“Yep. Was pretty shocked when I woke up to a fockin’ butt-plug in my arse, but I’m okay,” Simon responded, moving a hand to the back of John’s head, gently playing with his hair.

“Hey, you asked me. Said, and I quote, “Don’t wanna be empty,” and how could I deny you when you were so far gone?” John lightly teased, leaning into the gentle feeling of Simon’s touch.

“Oh. How long were we at it for?” was the question he got in response, Simon trying to change the subject from the embarrassing topic.

“‘Bout half n’ hour, had to give you a moment halfway through,” John explained, reaching up to gently kiss the taller man on his lips.

“Thanks, by the way. I really needed that,” Simon mumbled, running his fingers through John’s hair gently.

“Wouldn’t be a very good boyfriend if I didnae, would I?” John teasingly asked, chuckling softly as he ran his hands down Simon’s chest gently.

“I guess not,” Simon whispered, unconsciously focusing on the feeling of John’s hands running down his chest slowly, sending a shiver down his spine.

“Ye look adorable Si,” John cooed, placing a kiss on the taller man’s cheek, a smile on his face as he felt the shiver.

“Mhm not adorable,” Simon whined, leaning into the touch as he let his mind start to drift, unconsciously letting himself drop down into subspace.

“Aye, ye are though. So pretty for me,” John responded, shutting down the self-doubt immediately. Simon just focused on the touch and the praise easily falling from John’s lips. He rested his chin on John’s head, his mind hazy and unfocused as he smiled hazily.

“Mph, thanks,” Simon mumbled, closing his eyes as John continued to run a hand down Simon’s chest, as he used his other hand to rub small circles on his back.

“So, so pretty, you’re so adorable, all for me. That’s right, isn’t it?” John whispered into Simon’s ear, a smirk on his face as the taller man sank further and further into subspace, the hazy smile on his face widening slightly.

“Mhm, yeah, all for you,” Simon murmured, practically purring as he let John press a long, soft kiss to his lips, allowing him to slowly explore the taller man’s mouth. John removed his hand from Simon’s back to reach for something in his bedside table, causing Simon to whine at the loss of touch.

“Don’t worry love, I’m not leaving you,” John reassured him, running his hand through Simon’s hair gently, showing him what he took from his bedside table.

“Wanna know what this is?” he asked him, holding up a small remote in his hand.

“Wha?” Simon asked, too far gone to make sense of what was happening.

“It’s the remote to that butt-plug that’s up your ass right now. You wanna mess with it?” John asked, placing it in Simon’s hand gently. Simon just looked up at John, looking for permission to turn in on.

“Dinnae worry ‘bout it love, you can turn it on. But we don’t want you making a mess of yourself before breakfast, do you?” John teasingly asked, a smirk on his face as Simon looked at him confused.

“You can’t cum from this, don’t want you to walk outside with cum under your shirt do we?” John asked, running a hand down Simon’s chest. Simon just nodded, too far gone to disobey John, and the Scot knew that.

“Good boy, I want you to edge yourself a few times, and maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you cum later,” the Scot commanded, rubbing small circles on Simon’s chest.

“Yessir,” Simon breathlessly gasped, pressing the button for the lowest setting to start.

“So good for me baby boy, so, so good for me,” John cooed, gently kissing Simon’s cheeks as he whined quietly. The taller man was squirming in his place, not wanting to escape from John’s grasp, but the vibrations made staying still hard.

“Your good boy, yours,” Simon gasped, placing his head into John’s shoulder, grabbing onto his arms.

“That’s right, mine, only mine,” John praised, kissing him gently again, a sharp difference between the (honestly not very intense) pleasure, but amazing nonetheless.

“Yours, yours, yours,” Simon whined, repeating the phrase like a mantra, panting hard as John pressed gentle kisses to his cheeks, peppering his face with them.

“So good for me, edging yourself for me,” John cooed, as Simon turned the vibrations off, panting hard as he pulled himself from the ledge he was so, so close to falling off of, not wanting to disappoint John.

“Your good boy,” the Brit practically whined, trying his best to be the good boy that John insisted he was. And he would be dragged down to hell and killed a thousand times over before he let himself disappoint John. Subspace or not.

“That’s right, my good boy,” John praised in response, holding Simon’s face in his hands before he pulled him into a kiss, all tongue and teeth but somehow amazing all together. Simon panted softly when they finally pulled away from the kiss to breath, turning the vibrations back on.

“Good for you,” Simon whispered through pants, his dick twitching with interest as John licked his lips, reaching down into his pants, now far to pent up and needing release right now goddammit , and he may as well get it by jacking off to Simon edging himself.

“God yer fockin’ hot Si, don’t even know what you do to me,” John panted, quickly stroking himself, the precum leaking from his dick from watching Simon allowing a quick, easy glide. Simon whined softly, looking down at Soap’s crotch in excitement.

“Just one last time, edge yourself one last time, and I’ll let you cum after breakfast,” John promised, using his free hand to gently run his fingers through Simon’s hair as he sped his pace up.

“Y-yessir,” Simon gasped, John’s words putting him right on that edge again. But he couldn’t cum without permission, he wouldn’t let himself.

“So good, you’re my good boy,” John practically growled as he himself started to come undone. Simon shakily pressed the off button for the vibrations, clamping his eyes shut at the feeling of losing that pleasure that was so, so good.

“Such a good b-boy for me,” John moaned, the sight pushing him over that edge and making himself cum on his hand.

“Your good boy,” Simon mumbled, absolutely exhausted.

“That’s right, my good boy. Now, I’m gonna get dressed and grab some food, I’ll be right back. Text me if you need absolutely anything, love ,” John said, pressing a gentle kiss to Simon’s forehead before getting off of the bed.

“Yessir,” Simon slurred, barely opening his eyes as John slowly pulled a shirt over his torso.

“So good for me,” John whispered as he tugged his pants on, not bothering to put boxers on underneath them.

“Mhmp,” Simon mumbled under his breath, trying not to focus on the fact that John was no longer in the room with him. Attempting not to think about how maybe John would leave him like this, and that maybe John-

He didn’t remember when he started crying, but tears were now streaming down his face.

“Si? Are you alright love?” John asked, noticing the shaking Brit curled up on the bed. Simon shook his head, causing John to rush to put the breakfast down on the bedside table before pulling Simon into a tight hug.

“Shush love, it’s alright, I’m here for you,” the Scot cooed, running his hands through Simon’s hair in a way to ground and calm him.

“T-thought you left me,” Simon sobbed, shoving his face into John’s shoulder as he grasped onto the Scot’s arms in an attempt to calm himself.

“Never gonna leave you Si, I promise,” John promised, pressing soft kisses to the top of Simon’s head. Simon continued crying, slowly pulling himself out of that horrible mindset.

“Thank you Johnny,” Simon sniffled, wiping the tears from his eyes as John continued to pepper kisses to his forehead and cheeks.

“It’s nothing Simon, ‘s what ye deserve,” John reassured him, pulling him into a long, sweet kiss on the lips, incredibly gentle, as if Simon was made of glass.

“Don’ deserve you Johnny.”

“But you do love, you’re amazing,” John cooed, a small smile on his face.

“Do you still want that reward?” he asked, running a hand down Simon’s side.

“I don’t think I’m ready fer that right now, maybe later?”

“Okay, you can get it anytime you want,” John whispered, hugging him tightly.

“Thank you,” Simon whispered, closing his eyes gently, exhausted.

“It’s no problem, I’m always here for you.”

The two men held each other tight, as if letting the other go would result in their death. And maybe it would, considering how the two men adored each other so much. Problems would arise when their downtime ended, but they could deal with that when the time comes. For now, they would just float in the feeling of being pushed up against each other.

“I love you,” John whispered into Simon’s lips, gently kissing him.

[maned-wolf-caboose]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, mostly comfort, Cuddling & Snuggling, Drabble Series: Part 12 of Sost Summary:

“Ghost was done with today. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. Spilling his coffee on his shirt, a pebble in his shoe, his favorite workout place being occupied no matter how long he waited, his mask having a hole in it, everything.”

Or: Ghost gets sad and Soap takes care of him.

Fic below:

Ghost was done with today. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. Spilling his coffee on his shirt, a pebble in his shoe, his favorite workout place being occupied no matter how long he waited, his mask having a hole in it, everything. He’d slowly been slipping into subspace the entire day, wanting nothing more than to just be held in Soap’s arms. He eventually stumbled into Soap’s room, absolutely exhausted.

“Johnny,” he rasped out, his mind completely focused on being close to Soap at this point. He had barely enough sense to close the door behind him, not wanting to expose him and Soap. He yanked his balaclava off of his head, tossing it to the side without care for where it landed.

“Oh Simon, what’s wrong?” Soap immediately asked, rushing up from his seat at his desk to make sure Ghost was okay.

“Mhm, need, hold,” Ghost mumbled, not being able to formulate a proper sentence.

“Oh you poor thing, how long have you been like this?” Soap asked as he cupped Ghost’s head in his hands, pressing a soft kiss to his crooked nose.

“All day,” Ghost whispered under his breath, a smile on his face as he finally stopped fighting dipping down into subspace.

“I’m so so sorry sweetheart, what do you need?” The sargent apologized, looking up at Ghost with understanding in his eyes.

“Held, hold me,” Ghost requested, leaning into Soap touch as he leaned down in an unconscious attempt to get closer to Soap.

“I can do that. On the bed now love,” Soap said, motioning over the the bed with his head as he guided the two of them over to the bed. He leaned back on the headboard, letting Ghost get himself situated. He eventually wound up cuddling up against Soap like a koala, resting his head on the sergeant’s chest.

“So cute,” Soap whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Ghost’s head.

“Thank you,” Ghost murmured in response, squeezing his eyes shut as he attempted to pull Soap closer to him.

“It’s not a problem love, I’ll always be here to help you,” Soap cooed, rubbing Ghost’s back gently in an attempt to help sooth the Lieutenant. Ghost mumbled something under his breath, to quiet for Soap to hear or understand.

“Do you wanna tell me what happened to cause this?” Soap eventually asked, causing Ghost to look up at him. Ghost shook his head, resting his chin against Soap’s chest so he could continue to look at Soap.

“Okay love, you don’t have to. You still wanna be held?”

“Yes please,” Ghost responded almost immediately, yawning quietly as he closed his eyes. Soap chuckled softly, giving him a gentle smile as Ghost rubbed his check against Soap’s chest, getting even more comfortable.

“I can provide,” he whispered, resting his chin on Ghost’s head.

“Thank you, thanks so much Soap,” Ghost mumbled to Soap, feeling himself start to tear up.

“It’s never a problem love, I’m always willing to help you,” Soap reassured him, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Ghost’s head.

“You shouldn’t have to,” Ghost sniffled, wiping his tears off with Soap’s shirt. He took a deep breath in, trying his best to calm down.

“And yet, here I am, helping you. There’s nae a place I’d rather be than with you,” Soap reassured him, running a hand through Ghost’s short blond hair. He rubbed a lock of the blond hair between his fingers unconsciously, and Ghost just hummed in response.

“Still, I don’t want you to get in trouble with Price ‘cause of me,” Ghost explained, leaning into Soap’s touch as the Scot started to run his hand through Ghost’s hair again.

“Price’ll understand, and if he doesn’t, that’s for me ta decide if it’s worth it, and it’s worth it to me,” the Scot said, a gentle smile on his face as he gave a Ghost a quick kiss on his forehead.

“Thank you Johnny,” Ghost sniffled, the tears finally drying up as he wiped the old ones from his eyes.

“Not a problem love, I’m always here to help you,” Soap reassured him, closing his eyes as Ghost rested his head on Soap’s chest again. Ghost wrapped his arms around Soap’s body, trying to get as close to Soap as possible.

“I love you,” Ghost whispered, as he closed his eyes in an attempt to fall asleep for a little while.

“I love you to Si,” Soap replied, running his hands through Ghost’s hair again.

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley Additional Tags: Mentioned John Price (Call of Duty), Dom/sub, Sub Simon "Ghost" Riley, Dom John "Soap" MacTavish, Puppy Play, Collars, Leashes, Tails, but not the plug kind, like the kind you’d find at the renaissance fair, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, No Sex, Praise Kink, But in a nonsexual way, Ghost is a good boy and he deserves to be told as much, Short & Sweet, One Shot, no beta we die like 2009 ghost, CHAPTER TWO TAGS:, Cuddling & Snuggling, Simon "Ghost" Riley Has PTSD, It’s not major but he does have a mentioned depressive episode because of it Series: Part 8 of Sost Summary:

“You wanna be my good boy Simon?” John asked, looking up from the papers on his desk. Simon looked away and nodded, embarrassed about it.

“Then let’s get this collar on ye,”

-

Or: Ghost gets to be a pubby for a while

Fic below:

Ghost practically stomped over to Soap, placing something down on the desk he was sat at. His hand moved away from it, showing a black pleather collar with a bone-shaped dog tag dangling from its O-ring.

“You wanna be my good boy Simon?” John asked, looking up from the papers on his desk. Simon looked away and nodded, embarrassed about it.

“Then let’s get this collar on ye,” John said, motioning for Simon to move closer to him. The taller man leaned closer to him, allowing John to wrap the collar around his neck. He slipped the excess of the collar into its respected place, sitting back with a smile on his face.

“There we go, how’s that feel love?” John asked, patting him on the shoulder in an order to move onto his knees. Simon moved under the desk, and onto his knees.

“Such a good boy for me,” he cooed as Simon placed his head in the Scot’s lap, looking up at John. John placed a hand on his cheek, smiling softly when Simon leaned into the touch.

“So cute,” John praised, gently rubbing his thumb up and down. Simon blushed at the praise, closing his eyes in embarrassment. John chuckled at the action quietly, turning back to look at his work.

“Lemme finish this work and then we can do something properly,” he said, earning a small whine from the Brit at his feet.

“I know love, I know, but I really need to get this done,” John informed him, making Simon whine again, but he leaned into John’s legs.

“Good boy,” he praised, before grabbing his pen again. Simon closed his eyes, letting himself practically just float in pup space as John worked above him.

“I’m done love, what do ye wanna do?” John asked, looking down at Simon, who had lost track of time. He opened his eyes, looking up at John with slight confusion.

“You’re far gone, aren’t ye?” He jokingly asked, petting the top of Simon’s head, ruffling his hair slightly. Simon nodded in response, a hazy smile on his face.

“You want yer leash?” John asked, pulling away from the desk to stand up, surprising Simon.

“Sorry pup, didn’t mean to surprise you,” he apologized, as Simon purred softly, leaning closer to the Scot.

“You can go grab everything you want, okay?” John told him, earning a wide, excited smile from Simon. The taller man nodded, trotting off on all fours to drag a box from under John’s bed. John chuckled softly as Simon dug through the box, placing a few things on the floor next to you.

“Good boy, so good for me,” John praised, walking over to him and tussling his hair softly. Simon leaned into the touch, happy with himself. John crouched down to pick up what Simon had chosen, the matching leash to his collar, a tail that clips onto his pants, and a pair of blond dog ears attached to a headband, modeled after a golden retriever to match Simon’s hair.

“Ye wanna be leashed pup?” John asked, gently placing the headband on top of Simon’s head. Simon nodded, stilling himself from wagging so John could clip the tail to his pants. John nodded, clipping the leash onto Simon’s collar.

“Look so cute for me puppy,” John cooed, motioning for him to walk out of the room, into their living room.

“You wanna watch the game with me?” He asked, sitting down on the couch, patting his lap to signal for Simon to climb into it. Simon nodded frantically, not even to watching sports, but just wanting to cuddle with John and receive affection.

“Good boy, get up here,” he ordered, causing Simon to climb onto the couch next to him, laying his head in John’s lap. John tied the leash to the couch leg closest to him, allowing his freedom to lay down, move around somewhat, and sit up. John gently pet his head, scratching behind his ears occasionally as he turned the TV on. Simon smiled, leaning into the touch as he let John take care of him.

“You look so cute like this pup,” John praised, allowing Simon to just float, deep in pup space.

-

“How are you feeling Si?” John asked after a while, looking down at the Brit in his lap. Simon mumbled something softly, shuffling his place slightly.

“Ye still wanna be a puppy?” He asked in response, gently rubbing his back. Simon didn’t respond, just arching his back slightly into the touch.

“No, still want affection though,” Simon finally responded, rolling onto his back to look up at John.

“Can do love, can do,” John cooed, running his fingers through Simon’s hair. Simon practically purred at the attention, yet again leaning into the touch.

“Any reason for wanting to be one earlier?” John asked, continuing to play with Simon’s hair.

“Was havin’ a rough day. Couldn’t even bring myself to brush my teeth this morning,” Simon mumbled, slightly embarrassed.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to help earlier Si,” John replied, gently rubbing the side of Simon’s cheek in an attempt to make him feel better.

“‘S not your fault Johnny, you had work t’ do,” Simon said, a small smile on his face as he looked up at John.

“I know, but ah still feel bad,” John mumbled, watching as Simon yawned quietly.

“You did great, I really needed some time in pup space and you did amazing with it,” Simon praised, looking up at John with pure adoration.

“Thank you Si,” John mumbled, slightly embarrassed. Simon just kissed John’s hand, making the Scot blush.

“I love you Johnny,” he said, a wide smile on his face.

“I love you too Si, so much,” John responded, pulling Simon into a hug, resting his chin on Simon’s shoulder.

“You’re so sappy,” Simon teased him, pressing a kiss to John’s cheek.

“And ye loue it,” John teased back, kissing him back as Simon rested his hands on John’s hands.

“Never said I didn’t,” Simon chuckled, closing his eyes as he leaned into John’s hands.

“I love yer sappiness as well, don’t try ta pretend yer not,” John teased, gently kissing Simon on the cheek.

“You were the one who made me sappy,” Simon responded, chuckling softly.

“Ye know it,” John said, a wide smile on his face.

[maned-wolf-caboose]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley Additional Tags: Smut, small amount of plot, so small, but it’s there - Freeform, Hypnosis, Hypnotism, technical non-con elements in the sense that Ghost doesn’t know what Soap did to him, but there are rules dw, Fantasizing, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, First Time Bottoming, Bottom Simon "Ghost" Riley, Top John "Soap" MacTavish, Established Relationship, Puppy Play, very short, and fluffy, Fluff, no beta we die like 2009 ghost Series: Part 1 of Hypnosis Cliches, Part 17 of Ghost and Soap Fuck A Lot, Part 19 of Sost Summary:

Soap’s had a special interest in hypnosis since he was a kid, he’s an expert in the subject. He just can’t practice, because who the fuck in the military would ever willing let him hypnotize them?

Fic below:

Soap was sat on his half of the bunkbed that he and Ghost shared, a new book on hypnosis open. One of his favorite hypnotists had published it a few days ago, and thanks to his decently large paycheck, he was able to pre-order it and get it the day of release. He excitedly read on, only barely registering the door opening. It was Ghost, he knew that, no one else would be so ballsy as to just open the door without knocking.

“What’re you reading?” The brit in question asked as he moved over to the bunkbed, peering over at Soap and the book in his hands.

“Book on hypnosis,” Soap grumbled, closing it and placing it next to him.

“You believe that shit?”

“Oh screw off,” Soap groaned, rolling his eyes and batting at Ghost’s head.

“Actually, how ‘bout this. Ah try and hypnotize ye, and if it works, Ah can do what Ah want with ye, excluding anything public, dangerous or harmful, and if Ah can’t hypnotize ye, Ah’ll let ye do what ye want with me next time we fuck,” Soap suggested, a smirk on his face as he talked. Ghost seemed to ponder it, and eventually piped up.

“Sure. But ye’ll lose,” he taunted. Soap hopped down from his bunk bed, and motioned to the bottom bunk.

“Sit down against the headboard,” he demanded, sitting in the middle of the bed, watching Ghost. He pulled off his dog tags, planning to use them as a makeshift pendulum.

-

“Okay Simon, how are ye feeling?” Johnny eventually asked, having spent some time admiring Simon’s state.

“…Empty…” Simon mumbled, his lips barely moving.

“Good boy,” Johnny cooed in response, holding Simon’s head in his right hand.

“Now, Ah’m going to give ye some rules, and Ah want ye to always follow them whenever we’re alone together, okay?” He told Simon, who seemed to take in the instructions. He nodded in response, his face still blank and his eyes dull.

“Good boy. Now, first rule. Ye feel so amazing being praised by me, it makes ye feel so good, so horny. It’s a feeling like no other, ye’ll do anything for it. Second rule, when Ah snap ye out of the trance, ye’ll realize that ye don’t like being a dom or a top anymore, and the next time we fuck, ye’ll beg me to top ye. Bottoming will be so good, you won’t want to top again,” Johnny started, taking a pause to make sure that Simon took everything in.

“Third rule, whenever Ah say that it’s good boy time, ye will immediately become a very good dog, and will do whatever Ah say. Ye’ll walk on all fours just like a real dog, because that’s what ye’ll be, okay? Fourth and final rule, whenever we’re alone and not on a mission, ye’ll do whatever Ah say, as long as it doesn’t cause harm to ye, or anyone else, or cause ye to do something ye normally wouldn’t in public.” Simon just continued taking the instructions in.

“Now, whenever Ah snap my fingers and we’re alone, and not on a mission, ye’ll come back into this trance state that ye love so much, okay love?” Johnny finished, cupping Simon’s head in his hands.

“Yes,” Simon murmured in response, his voice completely dull and flat.

“Good boy,” Johnny praised, wanting to see what Simon’s reaction was. He immediately, ever so slightly, writhed in response, letting out a quiet moan as well. Johnny smiled, excited for what was about to happen.

“Ah’m going to pull ye out of yer trance when Ah snap mah fingers, and these rules will be engraved into yer mind,” he explained, before snapping his fingers and watching Simon slowly come back to his body.

“What happened..?” Simon groggily asked, rubbing his eyes as if he just woke up.

“Ah just hypnotized ye,” Johnny bragged, crossing his arms as he smirked proudly.

“Oh really?” Simon tauntingly asked, rolling his eyes and leaning back against the headboard.

“Really. For example, ye’d be such a good boy if ye just believed me,” Johnny cooed, watching Simon immediately panic and try to figure out what was happening to him.

“See? Don’t worry, none of mah commands will work whenever we’re in public or on a mission, ye have mah word,” Johnny reassured him, placing a hand on Simon’s shoulder. Simon let out a comforted sigh, and closed his eyes.

“You going to tell me what you did?” He asked, half teasingly, half serious.

“Nah, Ah think Ah’ll let ye figure that out fer yerself.”

-

Soap was on a mission that Ghost wasn’t assigned to, mostly due to the fact that he would’ve had to take his mask off in public to do such mission. So Ghost decided that he may as well jack off as he waited for Johnny to get back from said mission. He laid down on the bottom bunk, pulling his shorts and boxers down to his knees as he pulled the bottle of lube that he kept under his pillow. He squirted a small amount onto his hand, making sure to not use too much. Gently wrapping his hand around his dick, he let out a soft sigh in response. He started slowly pumping his hand up and down, tossing his head back. He pulled up a memory of him fucking Johnny, one where he edged him for hours, reducing him to nothing more than “Simon” and “please”. As he pumped his hand though, something seemed to be off.

The memory wasn’t doing anything for him.

His hand was decent, but the memory, if anything, made it worse. He let out a frustrated huff at the disappointment, trying to pull up a fantasy instead. Surprising himself, it included him being edged for hours, and being reduced to “Johnny” and “please” instead of the other way around. Surprising him even more, he enjoyed it. He loved it. He let out a moan, clamping his eyes shut and speeding his hand up. He knew exactly how Johnny’s dick felt, looked, and was shaped, so it was more than extremely easy to imagine how it would feel wrecking him, as he arched his back into the air slightly.

“Fuck…” he quietly moaned, his hand on his dick just wasn’t enough this time, and he knew what he could do to finish himself off, but he was slightly hesitant to. After a few moments of continuing to pump his hand, he sighed and stopped, grabbing the bottle of lube again. Squirting a good amount onto his other hand, he moved the hand down to his ass, slowly working a single finger inside him. Letting out a muffled moan, he threw his head back and realized just why Johnny liked this. He quickly added another finger, despite the burn that he knew would follow, Johnny had whined about it to him more than a few times. His tongue was partially hanging out of his mouth, as he let out small pants and moans at the pleasure. It was better than what he was expecting, but there was something missing. He knew exactly what it was, it was the fact that what was inside him was neither Johnny’s fingers nor his dick.

“Need more,” he quietly whined, completely gone as he fell forward, presenting his ass in the air as he added another finger, pulling a loud moan out of him that he failed to muffle. The fantasy Johnny started praising him for presenting himself, and that just made it even better. That he knew was because of Johnny hypnotizing him, but for whatever reason he couldn’t muster himself to blame what was happening on that as well. There was spit drooling down his chin, as he panted, utterly gone. So gone, in fact, that he didn’t hear Johnny open the door and walk in.

“Well, this is currently a show yer putting on,” he cooed, walking over to the sight in front of him, not surprised at all. He hadn’t forgotten what he instructed Simon to do, after all. Simon acknowledged Johnny, but continued thrusting his fingers in and out of him, too engulfed in pleasure to care what he looked like.

“Want me to help ye?” He asked, leaning close to Simon’s face, a wide smirk on his face. Simon just let out a moan, desperately trying to nod despite the fact that his cheek was smushed into the bed.

“Hands out then love,” he commanded, and even though Simon didn’t want to, he removed his fingers from his ass, desperate to gain praise from Johnny.

“Such a good boy fer me LT,” Johnny praised, as he moved behind Simon, grabbing the discarded bottle of lube and squirted a decent amount into his hands, before coating his dick in it. Simon whined at him to hurry up, but Johnny just slowly lined up with his entrance. He knew from experience that his first time needed to be far slower than he wanted. Slowly entering the taller man, he was more than addicted to the feeling.

“Feel so good around me Si,” he moaned, finally bottoming out and tilting his head back ever so slightly. Simon moaned loudly beneath him, his cock twitching excitedly at the praise. Johnny didn’t move for a few moments, letting Simon adjust to the feeling. Simon tried thrusting himself back onto Johnny’s cock, despite for more, wanting, no, needing more from Johnny.

“Be good and stay still Simon,” Johnny growled into Simon’s ear, who shivered ever so slightly. But he obeyed nonetheless, he had to. Not that he could tell the reason for his obedience, for all he knew today was just a day of self discovery. Johnny slowly pulled out about halfway, before slamming back into him again. Simon let out a loud, muffled moan as he shoved his face into the bed, trying to keep himself quiet as Johnny absolutely wrecked him.

“So good for me, such a good pup,” Johnny rambled, the pet name just slipping out unintentionally, but considering the fact that Simon moaned even louder, he definitely wasn’t complaining.

“Oh ye like that? Like being called my pup?” He asked, starting to speed his thrusts up, Simon writhed under him. He desperately nodded, there was just something about the name that he loved, and he really wanted to be called it again. And that’s just adding on to the fact that Johnny had praised him, causing his dick to twitch excitedly at the words.

“So pretty fer me pup,” Johnny continued, running a hand from Simon’s hips down to his shoulder, sending shivers down the taller man’s spine.

“Johnny, gonna-“ Simon started, before a loud moan cut him off.

“Go on loue, cum fer me.” That’s all Simon needed before he was cumming, writhing in place as pleasure rolled over him in sharp, hard waves. Johnny smirked, more than pleased with how Simon responded to the order. Which, surprisingly to him, caused him to cum as well.

“Such a good boy,” Johnny panted after a few moments, causing Simon to moan again.

“Fuck- that’s the hardest I think I’ve ever cummed,” Simon mumbled as Johnny pulled out of him, directing him to stay still as he grabbed a towel to clean him up with.

“Not surprised,” was all Johnny responded with as he cleaned Simon up, and that caused the taller man to pause.

“You hypnotized this into me, didn’t you?” He groaned, not that he was complaining. This really was the hardest he’d cum in way longer than he could remember, and he really enjoyed what had happened.

“Ye got me Si,” Johnny chuckled, pressing a kiss to Simon’s cheek as he sat up, rolling his eyes.

“Anything else I should know?”

“As Ah already told ye, ye gotta figure that out yerself.”

-

“Fuck… I really need a distraction,” Simon groaned as he fell back down onto his section of the bunk, which Johnny was already sitting on.

“Ah think Ah can provide,” Johnny cooed, and before Simon could respond or even understand what Johnny had said, he was speaking again.

“It’s good boy time, pup,” Johnny commanded, and immediately, Simon’s mind almost completely emptied, focused entirely on being a good dog for Johnny.

“So good fer me puppy,” Johnny cooed as Simon clambered up into his lap, wanting attention from Johnny. Johnny chuckled quietly, scratching behind Simon’s ears, earning a very pleased yip from him.

“Ye wanna cuddle baby boy?” Johnny asked, pressing a kiss to Simon’s forehead. Simon excitedly nodded, pressing himself against Johnny’s chest.

“Such a good puppy for me,” he praised, wrapping his arms around Simon’s body, rubbing his back. Simon let out a sound similar to purring, rough and low as he excitedly nuzzled his face into Johnny’s shoulder.

[maned-wolf-caboose]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley Additional Tags: Smut, Trans Female Character, Trans Female Ghost, Trans Simon "Ghost" Riley, Love Bites, Safe Sane and Consensual, Coming In Pants, hand jobs???, like palming, Crack Treated Seriously, Drabble, Bottom Simon "Ghost" Riley, Male Terms Used For Simon’s Genitalia, Praise Kink Series: Part 9 of Ghost and Soap Fuck A Lot, Part 9 of Sost, Part 1 of Transfemme Simon “Ghost” Riley Summary:

I took Ghost being feminized, and made her trans.

Fic below:

“Hello Simon,” John whispered under his breath as he slowly lifted Simon’s balaclava off of her face. He placed a gentle hand on the Brit’s cheek as his other tossed the balaclava to the side. Simon placed a hand on John’s, leaning into the touch.

“So fuckin’ bonnie,” he praised, before leaning closer to Simon and gently kissing her. Simon kissed him back, closing her eyes as she wrapped an arm around John, pulling him closer.

“I’m not,” Simon whispered as the two of them finally pulled away from the kiss to breathe, slightly embarrassed.

“Oh but you are Simon, you’re my beautiful girl,” John cooed, gently kissing Simon’s cheek.

“‘M not beautiful,” Simon mumbled, letting John gently bite her neck, leaving marks that defiantly wouldn’t go away for a week or so.

“You are though Simon, you’re so beautiful and pretty,” John cooed, the praise easily falling from his lips as he trailed his hands down Simon’s still clothed chest.

“I-“ Simon tried to refute, but was interrupted by John squeezing one of her tits.

“Ah, ah- none of that,” John whispered into her ear, snaking his hands under Simon’s shirt.

“Yessir,” Simon moaned, leaning down into John’s neck, small pants falling from her mouth as John slowly took her apart.

“Good girl,” the Scot praised, motioning for Simon to lift her arms up so he could take her shirt off. Simon complied, raising her arms to let the John slip the shirt off of her.

“So pretty,” John whispered, gently running his arms down Simon’s chest after tossing the shirt to the ground, revealing a lacy maroon colored bra on underneath. Simon moaned softly, pressing his head into John’s shoulder again.

“So beautiful, just for me,” the Scot murmured under his breath, moving one of his hands down to Simon’s crotch.

“Jus’ for you,” Simon gasped as John gently squeezed her quickly fattening dick.

“That’s right, my good girl,” John whispered, twisting his palm slightly, earning a strangled moan out of Simon.

“You’re good girl,” Simon parroted, sinking further and further into subspace by the minute.

“That’s right love, so pretty for me, such a good girl,” John praised, quickly unzipping Simon’s jeans, practically tearing them off and tossing them to the side and revealing the lace maroon panties on under.

“Oh fuck- Simon, you look so beautiful in these, so amazing,” John practically gasped, surprised at the apparel Simon had on.

“Had ‘em on all day, feel good in them,” Simon panted, a hazy smile on her face as John looked her up and down.

“You look good in them Si, so fucking hot,” John responded, almost immediately descending on her chest, biting down just hard enough to leave bruises later. Simon let out gasps and moans at the action, her eyes practically rolling back into her skull.

“Gonna be littered with my marks, everyone’s gonna know who you belong too,” John growled into Simon’s skin, sending shivers down her spine.

“Belong t’ you,” she whimpered, nodding her head rapidly as she started to reach her climax, completely untouched.

“Good girl, so good for me,” John cooed, palming Simon’s dick through her panties quickly, making her gasp in shock.

“G-cum!” She practically screamed, causing John to smirk.

“You can come whenever, sweetheart,” he cooed in response, not stopping his movements. That was all Simon needed to tip her over the edge, cumming in her panties.

“God that’s hot,” John mumbled, placing his forehead on Simon’s shoulder, gently kissing her.

“T-thanks…” Simon mumbled in response, absolutely exhausted.

[maned-wolf-caboose]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley Additional Tags: Smut, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Top John "Soap" MacTavish, Bottom Simon "Ghost" Riley, Dom John "Soap" MacTavish, Sub Simon "Ghost" Riley, Subspace, First Time Bottoming, Ghost goes nonverbal, Fluff, Post-Coital Cuddling, Aftercare, Safe Sane and Consensual, no beta we die like 2009 ghost, Established Relationship Series: Part 16 of Ghost and Soap Fuck A Lot, Part 18 of Sost Summary:

Ghost had been a dom who tops for a while. Since he got away from Roba. He couldn’t deal with being at someone else’s mercy again. He needed the control and the power, until a certain Scottish menace ran into his life and flipped that all upside down.

Fic below:

“How do you want to do this Simon?” Soap asked as the two of them stumbled into Ghost’s room, it was decently out of the way.

“I’m usually the top,” Ghost mumbled, as if he was embarrassed of saying it.

“So am Ah, ye want me to bottom then?” Soap questioned between pants as the two of them kissed. Ghost paused for a second, considering Johnny’s words.

“I- I want to try. Being not in control.” Ghost practically spat out, the words taking far more effort to be let out than they should. Soap nodded, gently holding his face in his hands, as if Ghost was a fragile thing, capable of being shattered by his touch. It was the first time Ghost had been at someone else’s mercy willingly, and to say he was nervous was a major understatement to say the least.

“Ye sure? I don’ want ye ta be uncomfortable,” Johnny asked, seemingly noticing Ghost’s internal struggle, trying to make sure he was okay. Ghost paused for a second, thinking it over.

“Yes. I, I don’t want you to see me being a dom,” he admitted, putting his hands on Soap’s shoulder, trying to show just how serious he was about this decision.

“Okay then Simon, but Ah need ur ta tell me immediately if ye feel uncomfortable at all.” Soap’s words were somewhat surprising to Ghost, usually he had just continued going until someone safeworded.

“Okay,” he mumbled in response, not really sure what to say.

“Ah’ll stop immediately if ye ask me to, remember that,” Soap reminded him, cupping his face in his hands again. Ghost just nodded, unsure how to respond yet again. Soap gently pulled him into a soft kiss, as if showing him that he was in safe, careful hands. And by god did Ghost want to believe that, he truly did. But he’s been betrayed too many times to count, and even if he wants with all his heart to believe Soap, it will take a long time before he truly can.

“Let’s get ye on th’ bed, yeah?” Ghost let himself be guided to the bed with minimal resistance, Soap used little force and instead smiling up at him and holding his hands. For once, he was gently rested on the bed, and when his head finally was lowered onto his shitty pillow, he realized just how gentle Soap was treating him. It was like he knew how fragile Simon really was, how easy it would be to scare him off from this experience. That moment, being gently laid down on the bed, like he was worth keeping safe, he felt truly safe. It felt like he could place his life in Johnny’s hands and he would be guarded with tooth and nail. He let himself close his eyes, just feel Johnny’s hands gently moving down his torso, as if memorizing the curves and dips in his body.

“Yer so pretty Si,” Johnny practically purred, sending shivers down Simon’s spine. He’d never been called pretty before, really only either unsavory terms or “dark and handsome” whenever he topped. Somehow pretty was doing more for him in a few seconds than dark and handsome had done for him in years. He could tell that Johnny noticed his enjoyment of it, most likely filing it away for later. He let himself melt into the gentle touches, finding himself practically floating as Johnny moved his hands under his shirt, giving him the skin to skin contact that he was just now realizing he wanted. He let out a low, animalistic growl when Johnny moved his hands away, snapping his eyes open to see the Scot holding the bottom of his shirt, silently asking for permission to take it off.

“You can take it off,” he whispered, so quietly that had Johnny not expected him to be quiet he would have missed. He almost immediately was gently lifted up and propped against the headboard, and signaled to lift his arms up. He did so almost immediately, letting Johnny raise the shirt over his head and laid it to the side. He closed his eyes as Johnny started running his hands over his chest, already at half mast without being touched below the belt. Johnny experimentally pressed a kiss to his shoulder, causing Simon to let out a quiet, shuddering exhale in response.

“Can I..?” Johnny asked, not moving from Simon’s shoulder, causing him to shudder ever so slightly at the hot breath hitting his skin. He nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment. Johnny started pressing kisses down his chest, leisurely taking his time, as if he’d forgotten what they were actually there for. Simon just closed his eyes and let Johnny run his hands down his torso and kiss his chest. He let himself just float in the simple pleasure and comfort that Johnny was giving him. Seconds, minutes, many even hours later, Simon couldn’t tell, Johnny moved away, causing him to open his eyes again to see what was happening.

“Ye okay with taking this further?” Johnny asked, somewhat surprising Simon.

“Yes, please,” Simon practically begged, his voice high and whiny as he spoke, desperate for something, anything, more from the Scot.

“Remember what Ah said, Ah’ll stop the second ye tell me,” Johnny reminded him, looping a finger under Simon’s shorts, as if asking for permission yet again. Simon nodded, closing his eyes and mentally bracing himself as Johnny slowly pulled his shorts down. He felt a gentle hand being placed on his thigh, and let out a deep breath. He felt his boxers being taken off, and he took in a sharp breath as he felt the air hit his dick, adjusting to the feeling. Johnny paused for a second, as if allowing him to calm down. He could feel Johnny digging something out of his pocket, and opened an eye to see what he was doing.

“Ah came prepared Si,” Johnny practically purred, showing Simon his hand, which held a condom and a travel-sized lube container. Simon let out a sigh of relief he wasn’t aware he was holding, and laid his head back on the headboard.

“Ah’m gonna move ye down, okay?” Simon nodded, letting Johnny gently move him down the bed, laying his head on the pillow and moving Simon’s shirt under his hips, likely so he wouldn’t ruin the sheets. He could hear the cap of the container, and the squirt of the lube into Johnny’s hands. He flinched slightly at the feeling of the cold lube on Johnny’s fingers prod at his hole ever so slightly.

“Ye okay?” Johnny’s soothing voice asked, as he let out a shuddering breath. He nodded in response, and Johnny very slowly inserted his index finger into him. The feeling was weird and there was an ever so slight burn, but he could vaguely tell why people enjoyed the feeling. When Johnny’s finger was fully inside inside him, he paused, giving Simon time to adjust to the feeling.

“I- you can move,” he eventually mumbled, letting himself grab at the sheets to have some feeling of control. Johnny nodded, slowly inserting another finger into him, causing him to let out a strangled moan in response. Simon could feel Johnny press soft kisses to his neck, helping to ground and soothe himself. He let out a small moan when Johnny started scissoring his fingers inside of him, his breath stuttering slightly.

“Doing so good love,” Johnny praised, causing a shiver of pleasure to run down his spine. Johnny started to press kisses to his neck again, gently humming into his skin as he slowly continued to scissor his fingers. The feeling of not only Johnny’s fingers but his lips against his skin, it combined into an amazing sensation and the realization of why people liked this. Having Johnny laid atop him like a weighted blanket, the very occasional, light brush of his fingers against his prostate, the feeling of having someone taking care of him, it was all incredible and amazing. He could vaguely feel Johnny insert another finger into him, but he was more concerned with just floating in the feeling of being completely cared for and taken care of.

“Ye ready for me?” Johnny gingerly asked, not removing his fingers from Simon just in case.

“Yeah, yes, please,” Simon begged, and Johnny slowly removed his fingers from him, opening the condom to unravel it onto his dick. Simon opened his eyes to see Johnny unbuttoning his jeans and pulling his cock out. Simon watched him put the condom on, excited yet somewhat nervous to actually be fucked, not just fingered. He closed his eyes as Johnny lined himself up with him, letting out a loud, shuttering moan as Johnny pushed into him, tilting his head back in pleasure. Johnny himself let out a moan as he pushed into him, and Simon could figure his own debauched look, as he gripped the sheets under him.

“Ye still okay Si?” Johnny hesitantly asked, most likely noticing how utterly wrecked Simon already noticed, already panting ever so slightly. He nodded, not trusting his voice to communicate, knowing it would come out incomprehensible and broken. Johnny seemed to have taken the hint, and started to slowly thrust in and out of Simon. He let out small pants and high-pitched moans, his breath coming out staggered and erratic, as Johnny started to speed up. He seemed to notice just how overwhelmed Simon was, even if it was in the best way, and pulled him into a deep kiss.

“Fuck- ye look so pretty like this love, should see yerself.” The praise affected him in a way that was unnatural to him, weird, but not unwelcome. He let out a loud keen in response, leaning into Johnny’s hands as the Scot cupped his head, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He felt safe in the moment, like Johnny would take care of him no matter what happened, protect him from anyone or anything, and keep him safe, eventually putting him back together when he breaks apart again. If he could think, he’d most likely realize this was what people where talking about when mentioning subspace, and just how easily he was able to be put into it even without having ever been in it before.

“Love ye darling, so much,” Johnny moaned, causing Simon to smile. He tried to reply, but his words felt heavy in his mouth and all that comes out is an incomprehensible mumble, but somehow he knows that somehow Johnny knows what he’s trying to say. He can feel Johnny’s fingers gripping at the bottom of his balaclava, wordlessly asking for permission to take it off. Simon nodded, he’d do anything for Johnny, not only in this moment, but at any time. He could feel the balaclava being removed, and placed gently to the side. The thrusts of Johnny’s hips barely slowed down, as his hands ran through Simon’s hair ever so gently, holding him ever so gently.

“M-mr…” Simon mumbled, desperately clawing at Johnny’s shirt, tears gathering in his eyes as he tried to gain any more contact, just enough to finally send him over the edge. Johnny obliged, moving his hips ever so slightly, and hitting his prostate dead on. He came with a loud, strangled moan over both of their chests, practically melting back into the bed, exhausted. Johnny kept going, his thrusts becoming even more erratic and frantic as he tried to cum, letting go with a loud groan. He flopped onto Simon’s chest, wrapping his arms around him and hugging him tightly.

“Ah love ye,” he whispered, letting out a quiet sigh as Simon let out a pleasant hum in response. He slowly pulled out of him, earning an upset whine from Simon. He wasn’t ready to leave this mindset yet, he wanted- needed to stay in this hazy, calm state for even a little while longer.

“Don’t worry love, Ah’m just cleaning up,” Johnny reassured him, resting a palm on Simon’s chest, grounding him and allowing him to calm down ever so slightly. When Simon calmed down, Johnny removed his hand from his chest, removing the condom from his dick and tying it off at the top. Simon whined quietly as he watched Johnny take his shirt off and use the previously discarded to gently clean Simon’s chest off, making sure not to use too much force. When he was finished, he gently embraced Simon in a hug, laying atop of him.

“Ye doing better?” He eventually asked, pressing a kiss to Simon’s forehead.

“Mhm, that was great,” Simon reassured him, he’d experienced domdrop before, and he didn’t want Johnny to have to deal with it.

“We need to think of a way for ye ta tap ou’ when ye cannea speak,” Johnny mumbled, but peppered kisses down Simon’s shoulder. Less than a minute later, Simon felt himself slip back into subspace again, even if it was a less intense than previous.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price (Call of Duty) Additional Tags: Smut, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Sex, Possessive John "Soap" MacTavish, Drunk Sex, but they actually consent, Established Relationship, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Aftercare, Top John "Soap" MacTavish, Bottom Simon "Ghost" Riley, no beta we die like 2009 ghost Series: Part 17 of Sost, Part 15 of Ghost and Soap Fuck A Lot Summary:

Ghost gets flirted with at a bar. Soap gets jealous that someone’s hitting on his boyfriend.

Fic below:

The 141 was at some random bar in Scotland, a reward for a mission that stretched on for about two months. Price had brought them over, mostly just there to make sure none of them would get into a bar fight. Soap and Gaz were sat at the bar, ordering drink for the rest of the team. They brought the drinks over to the both the team had chosen, handing them out before taking their own drinks in hand.

“Shivers went down mah spine when ah ordered that piss, tastes like shite,” Soap teased Ghost before taking a sip of his drink.

“As if Scotch isn’t worse than drinking pure motor oil,” Ghost growled, the tone sounding aggressive, but Soap knew better. That was just Ghost’s normal tone.

“Are you two gonna flirt all day or are we gonna drink?” Gaz teased, earning two eye-rolls from the both of them.

“Oh hush up Gaz,” Soap replied, as he took another sip of his scotch. Gaz rolled his eyes back, but smiled.

-

Soap and Ghost were still sitting at the booth, the rest of the 141 already having left. The two men were bantering, finally being able to take the professional filter out of their conversation.

“All Ah’m sayin’ is that ye could probably use me as a weight-lift,” Johnny said, his words just slightly slurred.

“I could, but I’d rather not Johnny. Now, want me to get a refill?” Simon asked, cutting the conversation off. Johnny rolled his eyes, chuckling softly.

“Ah can refill ‘em, don’t worry yer pretty lil’ arse,” Johnny teased, standing up and taking Simon’s cup from him. Simon huffed slightly, but let him. The Scot trotted over to the bar, waiting for the bartender to finish serving someone else. Simon looked away, waiting for Johnny to finish up. A blond woman walked up to him, obviously drunk and obliviously looking for a hookup.

“Hey hands-“ she started, before Ghost cut her off.

“I’m taken,” he stated simply, crossing his arms. The woman paused for a second, and then started again.

“‘M sure she wouldn’t mind,” the woman tried convincing him, inching closer to Ghost.

“Ye hitting on mah boyfriend?” Soap asked, placing the cups on the booth table and sitting directly on Ghost’s lap. Simon’s eyes widened, surprised at the brazen act of ownership. The woman finally backed off, not wanting to get into a fight.

“Ye okay Si?” Johnny asked, not moving from Simon’s lap. Simon short-circuited for a second, before finally responding.

“Yes, I’m okay, but why are you sitting on my lap?” Simon asked, very confused.

“She was hitting on ye, hitting on my property,” Johnny explained, as if it was obvious. Simon short-circuited again, Johnny’s words shocking him.

“Fuck- Johnny, if you keep talking like that, I’ll be laying on the bed with my legs splayed open,” Simon admitted, resting his forehead on Johnny’s shoulder.

“Maybe Ah’d like that sweetheart, would love ta see ye under me again, it’s been too long,” Johnny admitted, chuckling softly. He threw back his glass, chugging the beer as if his life depended on it. He kissed Simon roughly, giving some to him.

“Fuck… we’re leaving, I need you in me now,” Simon demanded, quickly downing his own drink, as Johnny slid off of his lap. The paid for the remainder of the drinks that Price hadn’t paid for.

-

“Need you in me now, please,” Simon gasped as he fell back on the bed, frantically yanking his pants down.

“Don’t worry love, I’ll give ye what ye need,” Johnny reassured him, taking his own pants and boxers off, kicking them to the side. He crawled onto the bed, peppering gentle kisses down Simon’s neck. Ghost whined, wanting more than what Johnny was giving him.

“Shush, Si, don’t worry,” Johnny cooed into his neck, moving his hand down to Simon’s crotch, gently squeezing. Simon let out a breathy moan in response, closing his eyes as Johnny bit down on his neck, sucking the skin in an attempt to leave a hickey.

“Love you so much Si,” Johnny whispered, pressing a kiss to Simon’s nose.

“Couldn’t stand that bitch trying tatake my property,” he then growled, practically ripping Simon’s boxers off. Simon loudly moaned at Johnny’s possessiveness, finding it incredibly hot.

“I’m yours Johnny, all yours,” he panted, as Johnny have his wrist a quick twist, punching out a moan from the brit.

“Good boy. Know yer place. But Ah’m still gonna fuck ye until ye can’t think of anything but me,” Johnny growled, grabbing a bottle of lube from the bedside drawer.

“Fuck- please Johnny,” Simon whined, wanting Johnny to hurry up already. Johnny gently rubbed Ghost’s thigh, a simple act of reassurance that he wasn’t going to leave.

“Lift yer legs up, to yer chest,” Johnny instructed him, gently pushing his legs up to Simon’s chest. Simon held his thighs in his hands, keeping them up to his chest.

“Good boy,” Johnny praised, pouring lube onto his hand, before pushing his finger into Simon slowly. Simon let out a long moan, before clamping his mouth shut.

“Keep quiet love, don’t want anyone to know yer spreading yer legs like this for me, would ye? Don’t want anyone to see ye like this, yer all for me,” Johnny growled, pushing his finger in and out of the taller man almost aggressively. Simon clamped a hand over his mouth, moaning loudly into it.

“Good boy, so good for me,” Johnny praised, adding another finger into him, punching a low whine out of Simon. He scissored his fingers, as Simon tried his best to stay still, not wanting to drag the process out longer than it already was.

“Gonna mark ye up, let everyone know yer mine,” Johnny growled, biting down into Simon’s neck repeatedly, intent on leaving marks.

“Please, wan’ everyone to know I’m yours,” Simon begged, the words being slightly distorted and quieted down by his hand.

“They will Si, yer gonna be marked up so much,” Johnny promised, adding a third and final finger into Simon, speeding up his scissoring to stretch the brit out. He sucked marks into Simon’s neck, earning moans and pants from the man under him.

“Finally, gonna fuck yer brains out,” Johnny growled, taking his fingers out of Simon, pouring more lube onto his fingers, before spreading it to his dick. Simon grabbed the sheets below him as Johnny thrust into his, bottoming out immediately.

“Fuck, feel so good around me,” Johnny praised, allowing Simon a moment to adjust. Simon let out a loud moan, clamping his eyes close in pleasure.

“Move, please,” Simon begged, and Johnny complied. He thrust in and out of the taller man, panting loudly as the pleasure took over him.

“Fucking love ye, love ye so much Simon,” Johnny panted, pressing a sloppy kiss to Simon. He swallowed the moan, as he thrusted faster, creeping towards his orgasm.

“Feel so good around me Si, so fucking good,” he moaned, his thrusts becoming erratic the closer he came to his release.

“Johnny! Gonna cum!” Simon panted, letting out breathy moans as Johnny pressed a kiss to Simon’s forehead.

“Ye can cum whenever ye want Si, want ur to cum on my dick so ye know who ye belong to,” Johnny demanded, and Simon nodded enthusiastically l.

“I’m yours Johnny, always have been,” Simon frantically moaned, wanting his own release.

“Good boy. Cum for me Simon, cum on my cock,” Johnny growled, causing Simon to cum with a loud moan, his release hitting Johnny’s chest and his lower stomach. Johnny couldn’t give Simon a warning before he came inside him, panting heavily as he calmed down.

“Fuck, that was hot as shit Johnny,” Simon eventually said, as the two of them removed from each other.

“Thanks, got really jealous over you, sorry if that was too much,” Johnny apologized, grabbing a dirty shirt from the laundry bin to clean Simon off.

“No, fuckin’ loved it. It was amazing,” Simon reassured him, as Johnny gently wiped the cum off of Simon’s stomach.

“Good. Now, ye should probably head to the bathrooms,” Johnny reminded him, causing the taller man to waddle over to the bathroom.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley Additional Tags: Character Study, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, but only kinda, Sad Simon "Ghost" Riley, Simon "Ghost" Riley Has Issues, Simon "Ghost" Riley Has a Glasgow Smile, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Babygirl Simon "Ghost" Riley, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Soft sex, Safer Sex, no beta we die like 2009 ghost, Poetic, Ghost Waxes Poetic About Himself, Simon "Ghost" Riley Needs a Hug, Pet Play, Unreliable Narrator, Coming Untouched, Collars, Ownership Kink, Cuddling & Snuggling, Literal Sleeping Together, Bottom Simon "Ghost" Riley, Top John "Soap" MacTavish Series: Part 16 of Sost, Part 14 of Ghost and Soap Fuck A Lot Summary:

Simon “Ghost” Riley is constantly stuck in his head, no matter the situation. Most people don’t notice, either to scared or just not bothered enough to, except for one John “Soap” MacTavish. He’s noticed, and he’s trying his best to help pull Ghost out of his head for once in his second life.

Fic below:

Ghost was sat at his desk, doing some mind numbing paperwork that he honestly wasn’t even sure what it was for anymore. He had his mask off, the summer day was too hot to keep it on. He eventually leaned back in his broken down chair that he never bothered to replace, twirling the pen he chewed on between his fingers.

The pen was riddled with bite marks, some looking almost as if it should’ve broken them due to the force used. He didn’t really care about it though, all his pens eventually looked like that. He really should get something to chew on that wasn’t plastic. Hard to chew on something with the mask on though, his brain reminded him, causing him to sigh.

As much as the mask helped him, it also hindered him occasionally. Eating and drinking was awkward, hot days were exhausting, hell, even just trying to fit in was hard. Even if it hid the man he used to be before everything that happened, hiding all the scars, the Glasgow smile, and the half of his lips that were cut off.

Even with that, it still has its downsides. But he could live with that. He could adjust to anything , his past had shown that. He would just suck it up and deal with it. He sighed, leaning back on the desk, getting back to the mindless paperwork. Something about rookies or whatever, doesn’t really matter. He’d done this same thing more times than he could count, and it all just eventually blended together.

He eventually heard a knock on the door, looking up at it.

“Come in,” he called out, pulling his mask over his face as the door opened. Soap entered, his token smile on his face as he stepped inside. Ghost tilted his head slightly, confused as to why Soap was here.

“What do you need Sergeant..?” He eventually asked, breaking the slightly awkward silence.

“Me and Gaz are going down tah th’ pub, was wondering if you wanted to tag along,” Soap explained, leaning against the doorframe lazily, as if this wasn’t a major thing. Simon hated how he was able to do that, act as if major things weren’t huge. But as much as he hated it, he was also jealous. Jealous that Soap could act that carefree, that laidback.

“I have work to do, maybe some other time,” Ghost replied, attempting to direct the conversation somewhere else, while also not completely lying. He did have work to do, hell, he was currently doing said work.

“Awww, come on LT, it’ll be fun!” Soap begged, slightly annoying Ghost. His work was more important than “hanging out” with his co-workers.

“My work is more important, now leave before I pull rank on you Soap,” Ghost finally demanded, giving Soap a look that could kill. And yet, Soap seemed to be the only one to survive. It honestly impressed Ghost, how Soap would shrug off his attempted threats.

“Really? Don’t think you have the balls,” Soap taunted, which only enraged Ghost more. He was a cold-blood killer, a solider who does everything he’s told, and yet Soap had the gall to ignore that.

“MacTavish…” Ghost growled, narrowing his eyes and balling his fists in an attempt to seem more threatening. Soap just rolled his eyes in response, moving away from the doorway, still crossing his arms.

“It’ll be fun Ghost~” Soap cooed, an even wider smile than the one he entered with. He kept his arms crossed, as if he knew Ghost’s inner turmoil. Which apparently he did, considering just how close Ghost was to breaking. It was scary just how well Soap knew him, even without knowing his backstory.

“I have work to do Soap,” he demanded, attempting to put his foot down on the subject.

“Fine, but you’ll be missing out,” Soap teased, exiting the room while closing the door behind him. Ghost finally let his hands fall down, his death grasp now non-existent. He let out a relieved sigh, he really didn’t want anyone to see how he is when he gets drunk. Thankfully, Soap hadn’t pressed further. Guess he knows Ghost better than he thought.

God, that’s a scary thought, someone else actually knowing him… hell, he doesn’t even know himself all that well. He snapped back to reality, pulling his balaclava over his head again, slowly standing up. As if on cue, his stomach growled at him loudly. He forgot to eat again. Just great . He sighed, and walked out of the office, not wanting to deal with going all the way down to the mess hall.

He reached his hand into his pants pocket, grabbing a five-dollar bill from it. A small smile appeared on his face as he realized he didn’t need to head to the mess hall, all he needed to do was use the 141’s vending machine in the common room. He choose a granola bar and a bag of trail mix, stuffing the two quarters of change back in his pocket.

“Oh, hello Ghost. Haven’t seen you since this morning,” Price announced as Ghost turned around catching his slightly off guard. He looked at Price with a deadpan look, Price knew he liked staying by himself, so this really shouldn’t have been a surprise to him.

“I’ve been working on the paperwork you gave me,” was his clipped response, Price honestly got on his nerves occasionally. As much as he liked and admired the man, Ghost really found him annoying sometimes. So Ghost just crossed his arms and waited for a response.

“Hope you don’t mind that I had to pass the rookie’s files to you, but the new general’s swamped me with work and you’re the only one I trust enough to do the work on time,” Price explained, giving Ghost a small chuckle as if it was common knowledge. Ghost felt the urge to twitch his eye, but ignored it. His eyes were the only part of his face seen, after all.

“I’m aware, you’ve mentioned it more than a few times,” Ghost replied, his voice a little more low and upset than intended. Price just gave him an awkward smile in response, as if he didn’t know what to say. Didn’t help that Ghost was already slightly upset from the whole “Soap wants him to go drinking with him” before.

“If that’s all it is, then I’m going back to work,” Ghost eventually piped up, giving Price a small wave before walking off, leaving him alone. He eventually entered his office again, ready to get back to work. Pulling off his balaclava, tossing it to the side before sitting down at his desk again. He started up the mind-numbing work again, this time chewing on the granola.

As he worked, his mind started to wander to other things, such as Soap Johnny. God, he really shouldn’t be thinking about him, especially not in this context. But, his heart loves to be a traitor to his brain, so here he is. Daydreaming about his sergeant while he was working on the rookies paperwork. Just great .

As much as he hated how big a crush he had on Johnny, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t indulge his heart sometimes. And it was getting pretty close to that currently. He ran his hand down his face, eventually sighing loudly before looking back down at the paperwork on his desk. Pros and cons of this situation, run through the pros and cons , Ghost reminded himself, not wanting to do something rash.

“Okay, pros; I get rid of… this, cons; I have to deal with the aftermath,” he mumbled, weighing his two choices. He eventually groaned, realizing both choices were horrible. He decided that he may as well head back to his room, he wouldn’t be able to do any more work in this state anyway. He pulled the balaclava over his head again, not wanting anyone to see his face. Opening the door to his room, he locked it behind him, falling face-forward onto his shitty little bed, in his shitty little room, in this shitty little barracks section.

If you told younger him that this is we’re he’d be with his life, well, he actually might’ve believed you. He really never was on the right track, was he? Roba may have fucked him up more, but he was always fucked up. His dad and Tommy made sure of that. Fuck, he couldn’t even leave his past in the past, could he? Wearing a stupid replica of that stupid skeleton face that his stupid brother used to torment his stupid younger self. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

He should’ve just gone along with Roba, would’ve allowed him to live life as a proper robot, at least. He could’ve avoided this whole stupid crush on his sergeant, could’ve avoided his family’s death. Could’ve avoided so fucking much. Oh well, he’s here now. Doesn’t really matter, does it? Nothing really matters, not to the Ghost at least. At least that’s what he tells himself, not really true though , his mind reminded him, causing him to groan loudly.

He rolled onto his back, burying his face in his hands. He hated this. Not even anything in particular, just everything. Except Johnny , his mind unhelpfully supplied, and he couldn’t even argue. He hated everything but Johnny. And he hated that he couldn’t hate Johnny. It’s stupid and petty and yet it’s how he feels. Can’t help neither that, nor that Ghost refused anyone’s help. He’d rather his heart ripped out and squashed on the floor than lay his truths and backstory out to anyone.

Most people for the fact that he didn’t trust them, Johnny for the fact that he didn’t want to sully him. He didn’t want to sully the beauty and perfection that was Johnny “Soap” MacTavish. So he’d watch from afar, so he’d never ruin his perfection. His body is tainted with blood and with death, and he can never wash it off. And it stains, it smears and it ruins. It would stain and ruin the beauty of Johnny.

So Ghost refused to ruin him. He’d never destroy Johnny, would rather hand the man a loaded gun and command the Scot to shot him before hurt him. This is probably bad for you , his mind remarks, the traitor. It probably is, but he can’t bring himself to care. He’s a shell of a human, a ghost if you will, it doesn’t matter if he cares, all it matters is that he can kill.

And he can. It’s why his hands are so tainted, it’s why he doesn’t feel anything when snapping someone’s neck, when stabbing some other soldier. A robot doesn’t need to feel. But a human does. So what does a ghost need? A mixture of the two? Ghost doesn’t care, he’s too exhausted with his thoughts too. And life. He’s exhausted with life as well.

He let out a loud groan, not sure what to do. He could go check on Johnny, see if he and Gaz hadn’t head out yet… sure. He’ll head out with them, nothing anything better to than wallow in his own self-pity otherwise, considering he’s burnt himself out from work. He slowly sat up from the bed, removing his hands from his face. He was going to regret going with Johnny, he knew this, and yet… there’s just something about the Scot that calls to him.

He stumbled out of his room, making his way down to the 141 common room, looking around for Johnny. Who he found, sitting at the small, shitty kitchens, small, shitty table with Roach. He overheard Johnny excitedly talking about what he thinks is a new kind of bomb the Scot has cooked up.

“Soap,” he announced his presence, not wanting to startle Johnny from his conversation. Johnny looked over at him, slightly confused.

“I’ve changed my mind, I’m coming with you and Gaz tonight,” Ghost explained, sighing softly as Johnny looked up at him excitedly.

“Knew you’d come around sooner or later LT,” he teased, his signature wide smile on his face, which caused… some sort of emotion bubble up inside Ghost. Not now , he growled in his mind, as if he could beat the thought off for the moment.

“What time are you two leaving?” He eventually asked, breaking the silence. Johnny paused for a second, as if he was trying to remember.

“18:00, on the dot. See ya then Ghost,” Johnny eventually said, effectively shooing Ghost off. He complied, shuffling off to his room again. Well, now he had something to do later he guesses, even if it’s stupid and he really was only going because of Johnny. Doesn’t really matter, you’re like his guard dog, always trailing after him , that stupid little traitorous voice at the back of his mind chimed in as he locked his door behind him.

He practically ripped the balaclava off, tossing it onto the bedside table, as if it personally offended him. And it almost did. But he did need to do something to pass the time. But what to do was the question. He had no clue, he had no life outside of the military and Johnny. No family to go home to, no place to call home other than the bases the 141 occupied, and no lover to call his own. Even if he wished he had.

Laying in his bed, he closed his eyes, desperately trying to gain a small semblance of rest before he went out with Johnny and Gaz.

-

“Ghost? Ye up?” Johnny asked, knocking on Ghost’s bedroom door repeatedly. Ghost woke up groggily, his eyes shooting open when he realized he had slept in.

“I’m here Johnny, be there in a minute,” Ghost announced, rolling out of bed and frantically grabbing for his balaclava. God he was an idiot, sleeping instead of doing anything important, fucking dumbass. He opened the door, seeing Johnny standing on the other side.

“Fuck, sorry ‘bout that Johnny, took a nap that was a little too long,” Ghost explained as he closed the door behind him, trotting behind Soap like a loyal guard dog. That’s all you are at this point, his little dog , that little voice supplied again, which infuriated him. What made him even more angry was that the voice was right .

-

“Johnny, you’re drunk. I’m taking you back to base,” Ghost growled as Johnny loudly whined, desperately clawing at the bar, trying to stay on his seat.

“Nooo… still wanna drink,” Johnny whimpered, which was starting to get on her nerves.

“I’ll see you later Gaz,” Ghost said, hoisting Johnny over his shoulder to drag him back to base. The Scot whined loudly, as Ghost pushed the bar doors open.

“You’re piss drunk Johnny, I’m just bringing you back to base,” Ghost explained, trudging down the dark sidewalks back to base. It felt like carrying a bag of gear over his shoulder.

“Mhm… ye smell good,” Johnny mumbled, surprising Ghost. He blushed, hurrying back to base even faster now. Who gave him the right to play with his feelings like this?

“Oh, am I makin’ ye flustered LT?” Johnny teased, making Ghost blush even harder. Ghost tried to keep his thoughts elsewhere, make sure he could shut himself in his room and rub one out. Johnny didn’t know what he was doing, he’s drunk.

“Ye know, yer pretty handsome,” Johnny slurred, causing Ghost to start jogging.

“Hush up Johnny, you’re drunk,” Ghost reprimanded, as he noted the base was now in sight. Johnny just laughed loudly, as if he intended to make Ghost blush. Goddamn him.

-

“Simonnn…” Johnny whined, laying on Ghost’s bed after insisting he didn’t want to go back to his own room. Ghost really couldn’t say no to him, could he?

“What?” He asked with more anger behind it than he intended. Goddamn him and his anger issues.

“Ye look cute,” Johnny slurred, as if he had any right to say these things.

“Look, Johnny. You’re drunk. I’ll tell you what though,” Ghost started, already hating himself for what he was about to say.

“If you still want this tomorrow morning, we can do this. But I’m not taking advantage of you while you’re drunk,” he explained, letting out a loud sigh when he finally got it out. Johnny’s eyes widened and his face light up excitedly.

“Sleep. Now,” Johnny demanded, aggressively patting the small space of bed next to him. God, Ghost was going to regret this in the morning. But he can’t deny Johnny anything, because he’s him and Johnny’s Johnny. So he crawled in bed next to him, cramped in the tiny bed that was not built for two people. Johnny wrapped his arms around Ghost, pulling him closer.

Ghost kept his arms at his sides, he didn’t want to ruin Johnny’s perfection.

-

“Ghost..?” Johnny hesitantly asked, obvious confused and disgusted. Ghost shamed himself for letting him sleep in the same bed as Johnny. He must have tainted the perfection of Johnny in doing so. He’d never forgive himself.

“Does yer offer still stand?” Okay. He wasn’t expecting that to come out of his mouth. Something more along the lines of “Yer disgusting” more likely, not asking if the stupid offer he made last night still stands.

“Depends. Are you still drunk?” He grunted out, a shitty attempt at a joke. Johnny let out a breathy laugh, pressing his face into Ghost’s chest. It made Ghost’s heart skip a beat, and although Ghost never believed in a God, his dad and Roba made sure of that, he prayed desperately that Johnny couldn’t feel it.

“Nah, I’m sane now. So is that a yes?” Johnny asked again. He wasn’t going to give up. But Ghost knew that, Johnny never gave up when he set his sights on something. And Ghost couldn’t say no to Johnny. Never could, never will.

“Yes, my offer still stands Johnny.”

The response hung in the air for a moment, as if Johnny was thinking about it. Johnny smiled widely, tilting his head slightly to the side. God, he looked so cute.

“I think I’ll take you up on that offer than,” he said, shuffling towards Ghost ever so slightly. Ghost’s mind blanked for a second, trying to figure out what Johnny had just said.

“Did ye just glitch Ghost?” He asked, reaching out a hand to rest it on Ghost’s cheek. Ghost flinched slightly, Johnny didn’t know what he was doing, touching him. He was ruining his beauty, staining it with the ruin staining Ghost’s skin.

“I- if we’re doing this, call me Simon,” he eventually spat out, as if it was difficult to even find the proper words to say.

“Ah can do that Simon,” Johnny cooed, and God, the softness in his voice, Ghost practically melted into him at that moment. He wish he could warn Johnny about how he shouldn’t touch Ghost, how it would ruin him, but his body didn’t care. All it wanted was more of Johnny, more of his touch and his gentle tone.

“More, please,” he mumbled, leaning into the gentle touch of Johnny more, dispute what his mind was telling him. Johnny just smiled sweetly and pressed a kiss to Ghost’s forehead.

“Ah’ll give ye what ye want Si, don’t ye worry,” Johnny reassured him, as if it was such an easy thing to do. As if it was something worth doing. Ghost didn’t understand it. But he was sure as hell pleased with it. So he began forgetting about why he didn’t want Johnny touching him in the first part. Johnny pressed kisses down his neck, through Ghost’s balaclava. He forgot that he still had it on, just wasn’t at the front of his mind.

He slowly moved it up, revealing his neck for Johnny to bite at properly. His eyes widened, most likely in realization of what Ghost wanted him to do. He almost immediately started mouthing at Ghost’s neck, as if to tease. Ghost let out an involuntary whine in response, upset Johnny wasn’t properly biting into him. He wanted Johnny to stake his claim, make Ghost his forever.

He wanted to be Johnny’s, wanted to be his properly. He wanted to be used by Johnny, as if he was nothing but a hole to fuck. He wanted Johnny to collar him, treating him like he was nothing more than Johnny’s dog. Fuck, he let out a loud moan at that thought. That shouldn’t be as hot and exciting as it was, but he couldn’t really bring himself to care in the moment.

Something to unpack later, he guesses.

“Ye have a fantasy yer thinkin’ ‘bout?” Johnny asked, snapping him from his thoughts. He blushed, looking away, embarrassed at the thought of telling Johnny his fantasies.

“‘S embarrassing,” he mumbled in response, not wanting Johnny to think little of him. Johnny just cupped his head with his other hand as well, pressing a kiss to Ghost’s nose.

“Ah won’t judge ye Simon, ye can tell me,” Johnny whispered, closing his eyes gently in a way that was probably supposed to calm him. And it did somehow. Johnny just had that effect on that, Ghost supposed.

“I- I want you to treat me like I’m a dog. If that’s okay. Wanna be your pet,” Ghost mumbled, shoving his face into Johnny’s neck, embarrassed about telling him. He would absolutely judge him, find him disgusting, leave him-

“Ah can do that Si. You want me to grab something?” Johnny asked, snapping Ghost from his thoughts. Here it was, Johnny was going to leave him and never come back.

But he couldn’t say no to Johnny. “Yes, you can.” The words spill out of his mouth before he could even think about it, he’s so used to saying them. Johnny shuffled out of bed, slowly standing up.

“Ah’ll be right back Si, don’t ye worry,” he comforted, and the worries plaguing Ghost’s mind ceased. God he really was gone for the man. He lay on the bed, his heartbeat thumping in his ears, possibly the most scared he’s ever been since the coffin incident.

“Ah’m back,” Johnny whispered, as Ghost heard the door lock behind him. Ghost perked up, surprised that Johnny came back for him. That he actually cared for him. Ghost took one look at what was in Johnny’s hand, and blushed heavily.

“It’s mah childhood dog’s collar, always kept it as a keepsake. Thought ye might want to wear it,” Johnny explained, sitting down on the bed next to Ghost. He was at a loss for words, just staring at it before finally remembering he needed to say something.

“Yes. Please,” he desperately gasped, his thoughts running amuck as he looked at the warn, black collar. It enticed him in a way he couldn’t place, all he knew was that he had a need to wear it. He needed to feel the way the nylon webbing felt against his skin, or against his balaclava.

He didn’t care which one. Johnny slowly moved his hands towards Ghost’s neck, as if he was handling a startled animal that he needed to collar. Ghost stuck his neck out towards Johnny, showing his permission to put the collar on him. Johnny’s eyes lit up in excitement, gently collaring Ghost, making sure it rested snug on Ghost’s neck.

It was just tight enough to always be felt by Ghost, but loose enough that he could breathe properly. Ghost loved it. It felt great on his neck, even through the balaclava, and he loved it. His mind was reeling from the feeling, and he absolutely adored it. Johnny gave him a puzzled look, as if trying to piece together how Ghost was feeling.

“It’s amazing Johnny,” Ghost breathlessly reassured him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Johnny smiled back at him, reaching his arms open, an obvious way to ask for a hug. Ghost wasn’t one for physical touching, but this was Johnny and Johnny broke so many of his rules. He opened up his own arms, and Johnny practically crashed into him almost immediately.

“Ye look handsome with it on, by the way,” Johnny murmured into Ghost’s chest, surprising him. He hummed in response, as Johnny rubbed small circles into his back with his pointer finger slowly. Ghost tried to lean into the touch without leaning away from Johnny at the same time.

“Ah’d say Ah’m surprised that we’re doing this instead ‘ah what ye offered, but Ah can’t really complain,” Johnny eventually piped up, surprising Ghost.

“You offered the hug,” was all he said in response, resting his chin on Johnny’s head. Johnny just chuckled softly in response, nodding his head once, before pulling his head away from Ghost. He almost let out a whine at the loss, but held it back.

“Can ah still take ye up on that offer?” He asked, surprising Ghost yet again. He nodded, not trusting his words to convey just how much he wanted Johnny.

“Ah need words Si, wanna make sure ye want this too,” Johnny explained, holding Ghost’s head in his hands. He leaned into the touch, finding it comforting.

“Yes, Johnny. I want this,” he replied, resting his hands over Johnny’s hands in an attempt to reassure him. Johnny’s eyes lit up, a fire lighting in his eyes when he heard Ghost’s reply.

“Fuck, take yer pants off Simon, been waiting too long for this,” Johnny breathily demanded, taking his hands back and unbuttoning his own jeans. Ghost immediately lowered his hands to his pants, practically ripping them off he was so excited.

“Easy, big guy,” Johnny joked, as Ghost tossed his pants to the side. He was so excited to have Johnny in his bed that for once, he couldn’t care what was happening around him.

“Just excited,” he mumbled, slightly embarrassed. Johnny just responded with a soft laugh, tossing his pants off to the side as well.

“Not shaming ye mo ghràdh, just as excited as ye,” Johnny reassured him, running a hand down Ghost’s cheek. Ghost melted into the touch, closing his eyes as Johnny gently pressed a kiss to his nose.

“Can ye take th’ mask off? Or is that too much?” He eventually asked, holding Ghost’s hand with his free hand. Ghost just nodded, he couldn’t say no to Johnny. Johnny removed his hand from Ghost’s cheek, allowing him to take his mask off himself. Ghost fiddled with the bottom of it, moving the collar under his balaclava so he didn’t need to take both off.

He took a deep breath in, pulling the balaclava off in one fell swoop. His blond hair fell over his face, framing his face in a way that made his blue eye and his brown eye stand out. Johnny looked at him with a look of pure amazement and adoration, as if Ghost was anything good to look at.

“Ye look so pretty Si, mar bouquet de ròsan, cho breagha, uile dhòmhsa,” Johnny praised, a wide smile on his face as Ghost placed the balaclava on his bedside table, to be forgotten about until after this.

“Ye have lube and a rubber in there?” He asked, while Ghost was leaned over it. He nodded, opening the drawer and producing a small, almost completely full bottle of lube and two condoms from it. He handed them over to Johnny, who placed them gently to the side.

“Come ‘er mo ghràdh,” Johnny cooed, a soft smile on his face as Ghost shuffled towards him. Johnny gently kissed him, just barely biting Ghost’s bottom lip to ask for him to open his mouth. He immediately did so, allowing Johnny to explore his mouth. The kiss was somehow gentle, as if John y thought he would break Ghost by being any rougher.

As they kissed, Ghost noted that he could still vaguely taste the scotch Johnny had downed last night, and the slight woody scent from Soap’s shampoo and conditioner. He loved both of them, and would be fine drowning in either of them.

“Fuck, of ah don’t fuck he now I think ah’ll explode,” Johnny eventually panted when they spectated from the kiss to breathe. Ghost excitedly nodded, wanting Johnny to do just that. Johnny quickly grabbed the bottle of lube, pouring it on his fingers as Ghost quickly pulled down his boxers.

“Lay back for me, mo ghràdh,” Johnny said, and Ghost did exactly that, leaning against the headboard. He watched Johnny rub the lube between his fingers, warming it up.

“This’ll be a little cold, just warnin’ ye,” Johnny eventually piped up, lining up his pointer finger with Ghost. He nodded, wanting nothing more than to be full right now. Johnny slowly pushed his finger into Ghost, causing him to loudly whine.

“Don’t worry leannan, ah’ll take care of ye,” he reassured Ghost, laying his free hand on Ghost’s stomach, helping to ground him. Ghost let out a deep breathe, calming himself so he wasn’t tense.

“There we go, good boy,” Johnny praised, and something bubbled up inside Ghost’s stomach. He let out an involuntary, loud moan, and tilted his head back in response.

“Ooh, ye like being called a good boy?” Johnny tauntingly asked, and Ghost knew that he already knew the answer, and Johnny knew that Ghost knew that he knew. But Ghost nodded, he did not want to lie to Johnny. Johnny stuck another finger in, scissoring him open slowly.

“So good for me mo ghràdh, such a good dog,” Johnny experimented, as Ghost found himself wriggling around in pleasure, feeling himself somehow creeping up on the edge of his orgasm.

“Ye like being called a dog? My dog? Want me to get ye yer own little collar? Wanna walk around on base with a collar under yer mask?” Johnny asked, causing Ghost to stand on the edge of his orgasm, the lightest breeze would set him off now.

“God- yes, please Johnny!” He gasped, as Johnny looped a finger from the hand previously on Ghost’s stomach through the collar’s o-ring, pulling his head forward slightly. Ghost came with a loud moan in reaction, clamping his eyes shut as his body twitched from the pure arousal running through him. The cum splattered on both of their stomachs, and Ghost could feel Johnny stilling.

Oh no, you came to soon he’s gonna- “Fuck, that’s hot as shit Simon,” Johnny’s voice cut that line of thought off almost immediately, as he opened his eyes to look up at Johnny.

“You look so deas coming like that ,” Johnny praised, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Ghost’s head. Ghost preened at the praise, closing his eyes as Johnny peppered kisses down his neck.

“Gonna let me use you, pup?” Johnny eventually asked, pulling back just slightly to make sure Ghost was okay with continuing.

“Yes, please, ” Ghost begged, desperate to be properly claimed by Johnny.

“Please, I want you to claim me Johnny, need it, ” he whined, tears pricking at his eyes with how tight he had shut them.

“Holy shit Simon, yer like an angel sent down from heaven for me,” Johnny gasped, pulling his fingers out from Ghost slowly, as to not hurt him. Ghost could hear Johnny doing something, eventually hearing the condom packets being ripped open. He felt Johnny roll the condom over his dick, most likely to keep Ghost from making a bigger mess. He also heard the lube cap popping open, and the distinct sound of lube being poured out.

“Ye ready cuilean?” Johnny asked, snapping him from his thoughts.

“Yes, please ,” he begged, feeling Johnny line himself up with Ghost’s asshole. Johnny complied almost immediately, slowly pushing himself into Ghost. He let out a low moan as he felt himself be filled by Johnny’s dick, his eyelids fluttering as Johnny face himself a moment to adjust.

“Move Johnny, I need you,” he whined, desperately grasping at the bedsheets below him.

“Don’t worry cuilean, Ah’ll give ye what ye want,” Johnny reassured him, slowly pulling out of Ghost before thrusting back in, punching a loud moan out of him. He threw his head back as Johnny sped up, his dick hitting the ridges of Ghost’s insides just perfectly. He felt right at home, as if his entire life’s purpose was to be Johnny’s little pet dog for him to fuck.

He let out a loud moan at the thought, the idea of laying at Johnny’s feet while he worked, and holding Johnny’s cock in his mouth, a wet hole to be used whenever Johnny was horny was more enticing and hot than it should’ve been.

“Fuck yer hot, wanna see ye wearin’ a collar around the base under that mask a’ yers, knowin’ yer mine,” Johnny panted, and Ghost nodded his head fervently, he wanted that as well, he wanted so much to be claimed as Johnny’s pet dog forever. Johnny bit down on the junction between Ghost’s neck and shoulder intensely, something that was sure to bruise for weeks after this.

“Yer mine Simon Riley, want everyone ta know that,” Johnny growled into Ghost’s skin, as he continued his quick thrusts.

“Fuck- want that, please!” Ghost begged, starting to quickly reach his second release.

“Good boy, ma little cuilean, hiding yer collar while you trot around base, acting all high and mighty, even though yer just ma lap dog,” Johnny growled into his ear, the mix of praise and being referred to as a dog sending him over the edge. He came with a loud moan, throwing his head back as Johnny’s thrusts became more rapid and erratic.

“Fuck- cuilean, gonna cum soon,” Johnny panted, before giving one last final thrust, cumming inside of Ghost.

“Holy shit that was hot Simon,” he eventually praised, slowly pulling out of Ghost. Ghost whined at the feeling of being empty, still deep in the fluffy, soft headspace he loved so much.

“Yer gonna be the death of me love, but ah need to clean ye up,” Johnny explained, pulling the condom off of Ghost’s dick and tying it off at the top. Ghost could hear the condom falling into the trash can, as well as a second one.

“Ah’ll be right back, gonna go wet a towel,” Johnny reassured him when he heard footsteps moving away, causing Ghost to open his eyes. He looked over at his shitty little bathroom, seeing Johnny turn the water on, running a towel under it. He walked back towards Ghost, gently washing the drying cum off of Ghost chest.

“Thank you Johnny,” Ghost whispered, resting his head back on the pillows, sleep creeping up on his mmm slowly.

“It’s not a problem my love,” Johnny whispered back, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Ghost’s head. He pulled the covers up, allowing both of them to lay under the blankets. Johnny wrapped his arms around Ghost, and that was the last thing he could tell before he fell asleep.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish Additional Tags: Smut, Comfort, Soft sex, Comfort Sex, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Babygirl Simon "Ghost" Riley, Soft John "Soap" MacTavish, Top John "Soap" MacTavish, Bottom Simon "Ghost" Riley, Dom/sub Undertones, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Aftercare, Safer Sex, no beta we die like 2009 ghost Series: Part 13 of Ghost and Soap Fuck A Lot, Part 15 of Sost Summary:

“Johnny…” Simon whined quietly as she stumbled into the room he shared with Johnny. Tears were slowly falling down his face, staining his balaclava. The Scot looked over at him from the bed, putting his book to the side.

“Oh, Simon, are you okay?” Johnny asked, hopping off the bed to cup Simon’s head in his hands.

-

Ghost’s having a bad day, and has been slowly slipping into subspace. Johnny helps pull him out of his head.

Fic below:

“Johnny…” Simon whined quietly as he stumbled into the room he shared with Johnny. Tears were slowly falling down his face, staining his balaclava. The Scot looked over at him from the bed, putting his book to the side.

“Oh, Simon, are you okay?” Johnny asked, hopping off the bed to cup Simon’s head in his hands.

“No, panic attack,” Simon mumbled, leaning almost all of his weight onto Johnny. The Scot let him, pressing a kiss to the top of his forehead.

“Poor baby, do you want to be held?” Johnny offered, wrapping an arm around Simon’s waist to hold him up properly. Simon just nodded, the words escaping him. Johnny gently guided him to the bed, helping him lie back against the headboard.

“Want me on top of you or against you?” He asked, pulling the blankets back so the two could lay under them. Simon patted his chest, and Johnny nodded. He gently positioned himself on top of Simon, before pulling the blankets over the both of them. Johnny gently wiped the tears from Simon’s eyes before laying his head down on the taller man’s chest.

“You wanna talk about what happened?” He eventually asked, shaking Ghost from his own head.

“Rather not…” Simon mumbled in response, burying his face in Johnny’s mullet.

“Okay love, do you want me to distract you?” Simon nodded in response, whining softly as Johnny pulled back slightly.

“I’m not leaving you, just need to reposition,” Johnny reassured him, moving his left hand down to Simon’s crotch. Simon let out a huff from his nose in response, as Johnny started to squeeze softly.

“‘M gonna take good care of you love, help you get out of that head ‘a yours,” Johnny reassured him, cupping Simon’s head with his free hand. Simon nodded, letting Johnny unzip his jeans, releasing the pressure that was on his cock. He let out a sigh as the Scot wormed his hand into his boxers, wrapping his hand around Simon’s cock.

“Doing so good for me Si, such a good boy,” Johnny praised, slowly pumping his hand, gathering the small bit of precum that was at the top of his dick to slick the motion. Simon let out a small pant at the action, his mouth hanging open just slightly.

Johnny pressed a soft kiss to Simon’s cheek, before peppering kissed down his neck. Simon whimpered at the action, wriggling slightly at the feeling. Johnny let him wriggle, letting him take the pleasure however he needed to.

“So pretty,” he said instead of reprimanding him, not wanting him to become upset. Simon whined at the praise, stilling himself when he realized it was harder for Johnny to jerk him off when he was moving.

“So good for me Simon,” Johnny praised, twisting his fist ever so slightly, punching a loud whine out of Simon. The Scot pressed a loving kiss to Simon’s lips, soft and long.

“More, please,” Simon whined, desperately grabbing at Johnny’s hair. Johnny let him, feeling Simon’s hands grabbing at his hair.

“I’ll give you what you want Simon, don’t worry,” Johnny reassured him, pulling his hand away from Simon’s dick.

“I’ll be right back, I just need to grab lube and a condom,” Johnny explained when Simon let out a loud whine of disappointment. Simon just watched him out of the corner of his eyes, as he grabbed the small bottle of lube and a condom from the bedside table.

“I’m back Si, gonna make you feel so good,” Johnny cooed, running a hand down Simon’s chest reassuringly. Simon closed his eyes as Johnny popped the cap on the lube bottle open to squirt some onto his fingers. He warmed it up between his thumb and his index finger, not wanting Simon to be uncomfortable.

“‘M gonna start stretching you out, okay love?” Johnny warned him, not wanting to startle him.

“Please,” Simon whispered, not trusting his voice to speak up. Johnny nodded, slowly inserting his pointer finger into Simon. The brit let out a loud, drawn out whine in response as Johnny slowly moved his finger in and out of Simon.

“So good for me Si, such a good boy,” Johnny praised him, gently easing another finger into him. He paused for a moment to let Simon adjust to the feeling.

“Move, please,” Simon begged, grabbing the sheets under him desperately. Johnny complied, scissoring his fingers slowly as to not hurt the Brit. Simon let out a breathy moan at the action, gripping the sheets desperately. Johnny added another finger, yet again giving him time to adjust.

“You ready for me Simon?” Johnny eventually asked, pulling his fingers out of Simon slowly. Simon desperately nodded, not trusting his words to explain just what he wanted.

“I need you to tell me love, won’t continue until you give me confirmation,” Johnny explained, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Simon’s forehead.

“ Yes , God, yes please!” Simon begged, squeezing his eyes shut as he desperately tried to stay still and not move.

“Shush sweetheart, I’ll give you what you want,” Johnny reassured him, running a hand down Simon’s chest reassuringly. Simon let out a soft whimper in response, as Johnny put the condom onto his dick. He then lined up his dick with Simon.

“You ready?” He asked, not wanting to catch Simon off guard. Simon nodded excitedly, desperately wanting Johnny to already start. Johnny slowly pushed into Simon, a low, drawn out moan pushing out of his mouth as he entered the brit.

“God you feel so good around me Si,” Johnny praised him, as Simon let out a loud moan. Johnny slowly started picking up his pace, drawing out more moans and panting from Simon.

“G-Johnny, faster, please!” Simon begged, and Johnny complied, speeding his thrusts up. Johnny placed his hands on Simon’s hips, using it for more leverage. A loud moan was punched from Simon, as Johnny attempted to find Simon’s prostrate.

“Fuck! Right there,” Simon gasped as Johnny hit it directly. Johnny thrust in that direction again experimentally, punching a loud moan from Simon.

“God you feel so good, such a g-good boy for me,” Johnny praised, pressing a shaky kiss to Simon’s cheek. Simon continued moaning loudly, as he started to reach his climax.

“G-cum!” Simon exclaimed, desperately grabbing at the sheets as he got closer and closer to his release.

“Don’t worry love, you can let go at anytime,” Johnny reassured him, starting to approach his own climax. Simon let out a loud moan, as he finally reached his peak, letting out a loud moan and cumming on his stomach and Johnny’s chest.

“Such a good boy,” Johnny praised, as Simon’s climax caused him to reach his own. He panted heavily, giving the both of them a moment to relax.

“You feeling better?” Johnny eventually asked, slowly pulling out from Simon.

“Y-yeah, thanks for that,” Simon replied, closing his eyes as he just let himself go limp.

“I’ll be right back Si, I’m gonna grab a wet towel to wash you off with,” Johnny explained as he slowly pulled away from Simon, walking over to the bathroom. The brit just laid back, not wanting to move.

“‘M back love,” Johnny cooed as he walked back over to the bed, gently using the washcloth to wash the cum off of Simon’s chest.

“Thanks,” Simon mumbled in response, as Johnny quickly cleaned himself off. He tossed the dirty rag into the laundry bin.

“Love you,” Johnny whispered, pulling the cover over the both of them so they could go to bed.

“Love you too,” Simon mumbled, wrapping his arms around Johnny’s body, pulling him closer.

[maned-wolf-caboose]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff, Morning Sex, Gentle Sex, Cuddling & Snuggling, Morning Wood, Safer Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Nipple Play, physical affection, Light Dom/sub, Subspace, Aftercare Series: Part 12 of Ghost and Soap Fuck A Lot, Part 14 of Sost Summary:

John has a little problem after waking up, Simon helps him out.

Fic below:

“Simonnn…” Johnny whined, grabbing at Simon’s shirt as the brit lay asleep on the bed. Simon groaned under his breath, moving his head to the side slightly as Johnny looked up at him.

“Si… wake up,” he begged, laying his head on Simon’s chest, holding fistfuls of the taller man’s shirt in his hands.

“Whad’ya want Johnny?” Simon groggily asked, waking up slowly as Johnny moved back and forth in an attempt to wake Simon up.

“I’m horny,” Johnny said, a deadpan expression on his face as he looked up at Simon. Simon rolled his eyes at the Scot, holding his head in his hands.

“And what am I supposed to do about that?” He teased, already knowing the answer. Johnny rolled his eyes in response, giving him a dramatic sigh.

“Ride me into oblivion?” Johnny suggested, blinking up at Simon innocently.

“I ain’t moving Soap, to tired,” Simon replied, shutting the idea down. Johnny huffed in reply, glaring up at Simon.

“Let me fuck you then? Won’t have to move~” Johnny cooed, the words practically rolling off of his tongue. Simon rolled his eyes, sighing.

“Sure thing Johnny, but I ain’t cleaning up,” Simon agreed, nodding his head as he leaned it back against the pillow again.

“Won’t need ta clean up Si, I’ve got a plan,” Johnny replied, reaching his hand over to the bedside table, grabbing a half empty bottle of lube and two condoms. Simon chuckled softly when he felt Johnny putting the condom on his dick, rolling his eyes.

“Lazy, aren’t we?” He teased, knowing he’d just demanded he didn’t clean himself up at the end. Johnny just stuck his tongue out at Simon, lathering up his fingers with lube. Simon let out a full body shudder as Johnny circled his lubed-up index finger around Simon’s asshole.

“Hurry it up, before I fall asleep over here,” Simon taunted, knowing Johnny would take the bait.

“Mhm, I think I wanna take my time pulling you apart,” Johnny hummed, a small smirk on his face. He slowly inserted his index finger into Simon though, so the brit took it as a win. He let out a drawn out sigh, relaxing into the feeling of Johnny’s finger inside of him.

“Look so pretty Si,” Johnny mindlessly complimented him, slowly moving his finger in and out of Simon. He whined in response, the praise and the slow, almost not there pleasure helping him achieve a soft, clouded filter over his mind.

“So pretty for me,” Johnny cooed, running his free hand up Simon’s chest, drawing out a long moan from Simon. Simon let out a staggered sigh, letting Johnny insert another finger into him.

“Please,” he whimpered, not even sure what he was asking for. Johnny just hummed, continuing to scissor Simon open. He ran a hand up Simon’s chest again, eventually moving it up to cup the Brit’s head in his hand.

“Shhh love, I’m not gonna rush this,” Johnny eventually said, as whines and pleas poured from Simon’s mouth. Simon let out a low, low moan, but nodded his head in conformation. Johnny rewarded him with a third finger, causing his breath to hitch slightly in response.

“Look downright gorgeous Simon, so amazing all spread out for me,” Johnny praised, twisting his fingers around, brushing against Simon’s prostrate. Simon let out a loud, strangled moan in response, arching his back off of the bed slightly.

“Stay still love, thought you didn’t wanna do anything?” Johnny teased, gently placing his free hand on Simon’s chest to push him down. Simon grumbled in response, as Johnny pulled his fingers out of the brit.

“I’ll fill you up in a second Si,” Johnny reassured him, pulling the remaining condom over his own dick. Simon whined, tossing an arm over his eyes as Johnny lined himself up.

“Fuckkk, feel so good,” Johnny moaned, low and drawn out as he slowly inserted himself into Simon. The taller man let out a breathy moan as Johnny bottomed out. He gave Johnny a small nod eventually, signaling to him that he could move.

“So good for me Simon, my good boy ,” Johnny praised, running his hands up and down Simon’s chest, eventually stopping at his nipples. Simon let out a soft breath as Johnny ran his fingers over one of them, continuing to thrust slowly into Simon.

“Johnny, please,” Simon moaned, not even sure what he was begging for anymore. He was floating a soft, fuzzy headspace, practically unable to think for himself anymore he was so far under.

“Shush sweetheart, I’ll give you what you need,” Johnny reassured him, earning a loud moan from Simon after a particularly rough thrust.

“Yessir,” Simon moaned, nodding in agreement as Johnny kept up the slow pace. Just enough to keep Simon on the edge of release, but not enough to send him over.

“Johnny, needa cum,” he whined, helplessly grabbing at the sheets under him in an attempt to ground himself. He attempted to thrust his hips into the air, but was stopped by a hand on his hips.

“Don’t worry Si,” Johnny cooed, tilting slightly to hit Simon’s prostrate straight on. Simon let out a wheeze in response, his breath being punched out of him. He whined loudly, so close to going over that edge of release.

“Cum for me sweetheart,” Johnny commanded, running his free hand over Simon’s stomach. Usually, Simon was able to cum on command, especially after what they had done. But maybe he was so far gone that he was confusing floating for an orgasm or maybe he just needed an extra push.

“Simon. Be a good boy for me and cum,” Johnny repeated, finally sending Simon over the edge. The condom on his dick filled with cum, flopping to the side slightly. Johnny let out a loud moan at the sight, his thrusts becoming erratic and faster.

“Fuck- Si, gonna-“ Johnny started, unable to finish his sentence before he started to cum. Simon whined as he felt himself be filled, tilting his head back as Johnny panted over him.

“Did so good for me Simon,” Johnny praised as he slowly pulled himself out from Simon, pinching the condom at the top to tie it off.

“Thank you,” Simon muttered, the feeling of being empty slightly off putting to him. Johnny tossed the condom in the trash can, before moving off to do the same for Simon.

“Love you so much,” Johnny cooed, tying Simon’s condom off and tossing it into the trash can next to his.

“Cuddles please,” Simon whined, making grabby hands at Johnny.

“I can provide,” Johnny replied, getting under the covers next to Simon, hugging him tightly. The brit always needed physical comfort after sex, and Johnny was always happy to provide.

[maned-wolf-caboose]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John Price (Call of Duty), Kyle "Gaz" Garrick Additional Tags: Fluff, Retirement, Permanent Injury, physically impaired character, Injured Ghost, Healthy Relationships, Out of Character, Porn With Plot, so much plot, no beta we die like 2009 ghost, The Author Regrets Nothing, Smut, Anal Sex, Safe Sane and Consensual, safe sex, Anal Fingering, Aftercare, ? - Freeform, technically, Cuddling & Snuggling Series: Part 13 of Sost Summary:

Ghost has been injured on a mission, and the doctors have finally told him his legs won’t get ever go back to being good enough to be battle ready. Honorable discharge for him. Soap decides to retire with him.

Fic below:

Ghost had taken a large fall from a cliff during a battle, breaking his right leg beyond being battle ready again.

Which meant he was forced into an honorable discharge.

Which meant Soap was also going to retire, because it’d be a cold day in hell if you didn’t see the two of them together.

-

“You sure about this Soap? You’ve still got a long career ahead of you,” Price reminded the Scot for the umpteenth time, as he signed the retirement papers. Soap rolled his eyes and sighed, crossing his arms.

“I’m sure Price, ah don’t want to be separated from Simon that long,” he tisked, a low grumble emerging from his throat as Price opened his mouth in an attempt to convince him again.

“Okay kid, I’ll be sad to see you go though. Make sure to stop by Laswell’s house for Christmas, she’ll skin me alive if I don’t remind you,” Price joked, finally signing the last paper, before making the pile neater.

“Ah’d rather die, she makes killer food,” Soap joked back, a smile on his face as Price walked him down to his room.

“You pack your stuff while I file them, and tell Ghost he needs to do the same,” Price instructed him, patting him on the back. Soap chuckled softly, nodding.

“Sure thing Price, ah’ll go tell him,” he agreed, flashing the captain a thumbs up as Price walked away.

“Simon? We needa pack our shit, Price is filing our retirement papers,” Soap said, walking into the room he shared with Ghost, only to see the Brit sitting on the bed holding his mask in his hands.

“Hey Si, are you doing okay..?” He hesitantly asked, placing a hand on Ghost’s shoulder. Ghost flinched at the touch for a second, but settled when he realized who it was.

“I just… I thought it’d be a lot longer before I had to retire. I don’t know how to exist outside the military Johnny,” Ghost explained, sighing as Soap sat down next to him on the bed.

“But you don’t have to do it alone Si, I’ll be with you the entire time,” Soap reassured him, pressing a soft kiss to Ghost’s cheek. Ghost gave a small smile at the action, leaning against Soap.

“I know, but I don’t know how long I’ll manage,” Ghost said, resting his hand on the hand resting on his shoulder.

“I’ll be there when you fall apart, and I’ll be there to help you piece yourself together again,” Soap reminded him, rubbing small circles onto Ghost’s thigh, helping to ground the Brit.

“Thank you Johnny,” Ghost eventually mumbled, looking back up at Soap. He gave the lieutenant a wide smile in response, the edges of his eyes crinkling slightly with how wide the smile was.

“Now, let’s get packing,” Soap reminded him, standing up and motioning to the two suitcases at the center of the room, one laying on the ground while the other stood upright with his right hand. Ghost gave him a teasingly disappointed smirk, mixed with a roll of his eyes to tease the Scot.

“Where’s all your clothes?” Soap asked as he opened the dresser, only to find none of Ghost’s clothes inside.

“I already packed ‘em, Price didn’t need to talk to me about the consequences of retiring, my leg makes it so I don’t have an option,” Ghost teased, putting his arms back into his crutches, slowly walking over to his suitcase.

“I’m already finished packing, was going to start before it finally hit me that this was permanent,” he explained, pressing a kiss to the side of Soap’s cheek.

“Thank you Si, didn’t need to do that,” Soap replied, giving him a quick pec of the lips in response. A light pink blush dusted Ghost’s cheeks, as Soap started taking his shirts out of the dresser. Ghost leaned against the wall, taking his arms out of the crutches for a second to put his mask on.

“I’m going to say goodbye to some of the better rookies, see you in a little John,” he said, his smile obvious to John, dispute the balaclava covering his face. The slight crinkle of his eyes and the minor lilt of his voice gave it away, no matter how hard he tried to hide them.

“You too Simon, I’ll come get you when I’ve finished packing,” Soap replied, opening his suitcase to put the shirts inside as Ghost opened the door to leave. Soap turned to look back at the suitcase, hearing the door shut behind Ghost. He tuned out for a while as he packed all of his things into the suitcase, eventually coming back as he zipped it up.

He looked around the room he’d been sleeping in for years at this point, now almost completely barren except from the basic furniture. Memories stuck to the furniture, dispute the fact that it wasn’t even his. Memories of him and Ghost, holding each other in their arms late into the morning on their off days, and throwing themselves onto each other on early nights.

Soap felt tears welling in his eyes as he finally realized what he was leaving behind, the life he would no longer live. Some part of his heart told him that it was completely worth it, and his brain agreed. Ever since he and Ghost had met, the two were practically inseparable. Separating the two because of something they couldn’t control just wasn’t okay in his book.

He’d do anything to stay close to Ghost, he has done everything to stay close to him. And he wasn’t going to back down now, not when a sweet, domestic life was only about a day away, so close within his reach. The relationship he thought he’d never get, the military just didn’t allow the time. And here he was. About to retire and live a life down in the sweet little house in Scotland that Price had managed to arrange for him and Ghost.

Wiping the tears from his eyes, he opened the bedroom door to see Ghost hobbling towards the room. He looked had a determined look on his face as Gaz followed after him.

“Soap, are you two really retiring?” He asked, as if he thought Ghost was joking when he told him. Soap chuckled, finding the thought funny.

“Yeah, has Price not told ye yet? He’s just filing the paper work,” Soap explained, a teasing tone in his voice as he looked at Ghost, who looked proud of himself. Almost as if Gaz fought with him about the topic.

“Holy shit. I thought you were pulling mah leg Ghost!” Gaz exclaimed, punching him lightly on the arm. Ghost rolled his eyes, elbowing him back.

“When ‘ave I ever joked about somethin’ this serious?” Ghost jokingly asked, already knowing the answer. Gaz sputtered, looking offended at Ghost’s question.

“Arsehole,” Gaz grumbled, pretending to storm off. Ghost chuckled quietly when he was out of earshot, finding the entire fight funny. Soap rolled his eyes, looking back over at Ghost.

“Price’ll be back soon, you wanna do anything while we wait?” He asked, a small smile on his face as he watched Ghost think the question over.

“No clue what to do, might just be better to wait for him to arrive,” Ghost replied, motioning to the closed door to their bedroom with his head.

“Did you scare some of the rookies?” Soap asked as he opened the door to their bedroom, possibly for the last time in his life. It’s weird, he’s lived in this room for so long, and here he was, leaving it like it was nothing. The empty room gave off a weird vibe to him, as if it shouldn’t exist without he and Ghost living in it.

“Yeah, threatened one with my crutches,” Ghost joked, a low chuckle emitting from his throat as Soap fell back on the bed. Soap let out a loud, sharp laugh in response, a wide smile on his face as he laughed at the thought.

“What’d they do? Accidentally look at you wrong?” Soap teased, leaning back in the bed and looking up at Ghost. The smile on his face didn’t leave, as he watched Ghost roll his eyes.

“Nah, they were spouting some homophobic shit, put them in their place by reminding them that the “terrifying Ghost” is engaged to you,” Ghost explained, pressing a kiss to the top of Soap’s head. Soap giggled to himself, pulling Ghost in to kiss him properly.

“Thanks love, you always know how to stand up for me,” he joked when they finally parted from the kiss, looking up at Ghost adoringly.

“Well, you’d kill ‘em if I didn’t, someone has to protect their dumbasses,” Ghost teased, sitting down on the bed next to Soap. He detached his crutches from his arms, placing them to the side so he could properly move them.

“Fuckin’ love you,” Soap whispered, pulling him into a tight hug, resting his forehead on Ghost’s forehead. Ghost let out a small chuckle in response, pressing a gentle kiss to Soap’s nose.

“You wanna make some trouble before we have to head out?” Soap asked, a wide smirk on his face as Ghost blushed heavily. He pulled back in surprise, his eyes wide.

“We can do that when we get home Johnny, for now, behave yourself so you don’t get a dishonorable discharge instead of an honorable one,” he taunted when he finally got his mind back on track, poking Soap in the side jokingly. Soap jerked back, before sticking his younger out at the Brit.

“Jerk,” he grumbled, rolling his eyes as he attempted to poke Ghost back. Ghost moved to the side almost immediately, moving right out of his arm range. The two men heard a sudden knock on the door, turning their heads to look at it.

“Come in,” Ghost said, watching as the door opened to show Price on the other side. He had a sad smile on his face, looking over the two men sitting on the bed.

“Well boys, your retirement is official. Want me to walk you to your car to send you off properly?” He asked, leaning on the doorframe as the two men thought it over. Soap tilted his head, as if to ask Ghost if he was comfortable with the suggestion.

“Sure thing Price, give us a moment to grab our shit though,” Ghost finally said, breaking the silence before grabbing his crutches. He started putting them on, standing up to look back down at Soap. Soap quietly chuckled in response, following his lead.

“You want help with your suitcase Si?” Soap asked, grabbing his own suitcase in his hand. Ghost shook his head, cautiously grabbing his own suitcase in one of his hands. He wobbled when walking slightly at first, adjusting his weight to account for the loss of one proper crutch.

“I’m assuming you’re driving Soap?” Price asked as the three men made their way down the hallway to the parking lot.

“You assume right, Ghost doesn’t even have his drivers license, even if he wasn’t in crutches,” Soap joked, teasingly pretending to bump into Ghost, not wanting to knock him over. Price tried to hide his laughter, and just barely succeeded as Ghost gave Soap the side eye.

“Oh shut up,” Ghost grumbled, rolling his eyes as Price opened the door to the parking lot.

“Thanks for making this discreet, by the way,” Soap eventually piped up, helping Ghost place the suitcases in the trunk of the car. Price chuckled quietly in response, rolling his eyes.

“What else would I do for two of the best soldiers the army has ever seen?” He teasingly asked, elbowing Soap gently, not even enough force to make him wobble.

“Well, I’ll see you two at Christmas. Can’t wait to see you there,” he said, waving at the two of them as they get into the car.

“You too old man, we’ll absolutely be there,” Soap teased back, pulling the seat buckle over his torso. Price just rolled his eyes in response, watching the two men drive away.

-

“You want to put everything away first?” Johnny asked as he helped Simon up the steps to the house, lugging both suitcases behind him.

“I should say yes, but you’ve got that look in your eye. What’re you planning?” Simon teased, watching as Johnny placed the suitcases to the side. Johnny looked over at him, and back at his suitcase.

“I think you know what. Go lay down on the bed, and I’ll grab what we need,” Johnny commanded him, an excited look in his eyes as he looked back over at Simon. Simon gulped, but nodded excitedly, walking over to the bedroom he and Johnny would be sharing.

“Good boy,” Johnny called after him, making Simon blush as he sped up his pace. Johnny opened his suitcase, grabbing a travel-sized packet of lube and a condom, before putting them in his pocket.

“You ready Simon?” He asked as he walked over to the bedroom, seeing Ghost laid out on the bed, crutches leaning against the wall next to it. He was leaning against the headboard, his legs splayed out as he looked over at Johnny.

“Look so pretty for me Simon,” Johnny cooed, moving over to the end of the bed, crawling over Simon so he could kiss him. He placed the packet of lube and the condom on the bed next to him, for later use.

“Thank you,” Simon mumbled, slightly embarrassed as blush coated his face. Johnny gently kissed him on his nose, cupping his head in his hands.

“It’s just the truth love, you always look so cute, even when I can’t see your face,” Johnny praised, before peppering small kisses on Simon’s face. Simon just whined, wrapping his arms around Johnny in an attempt to press their bodies even closer together.

“Impatient, aren’t we?” Johnny teased, moving a hand down to Simon’s crotch, hovering just above his dick.

“Haven’t been allowed to do this for three months, can you blame me?” Simon bit back, thrusting his hips into Johnny’s hand.

“Yes, actually. Because I haven’t been able to do this for three months either,” Johnny replied, gently squeezing Simon’s crotch, earning a whimper from the brit.

“Oh hush up and fuck me,” Simon growled, before roughly kissing Johnny. Dispute starting rough, the kiss was unexpectedly soft and gentle, no teeth and all love.

“Mmm, might just have to take you up on that offer,” Johnny joked, slowly starting pulling Simon’s pants off. Simon huffed, attempting to lift his hips off of the bed. He failed, falling back down to the bed.

“Easy there love, I’ll help you,” Johnny reassured him, gently lifting Simon hips up with one hand.

“Thanks,” Simon murmured, embarrassed he had to be helped with lifting his hips up. Johnny just pressed a kiss to Simon’s forehead, continuing to pull the brit’s pants down until they were fully off.

“I love you so much Si,” Johnny whispered into his ear, before pulling Simon’s boxers down. Simon shuddered at the feeling at first, but settled down when Johnny paused, giving him time to adjust.

“Please Johnny,” Simon whined, his voice breaking slightly as Johnny pulled his own pants down, tossing them to the side carelessly.

“I’ll give you what you want, don’t worry love,” Johnny reassured him, yanking his boxers down, not bothering with taking them off. Simon nodded, watching as Johnny grabbed the packet of lube from the bedside next to him.

“Want me to warm it up?” He asked,squirting a decent amount onto his fingers. Simon nodded, watching excitedly as Johnny started to rub the lube between his fingers.

“Stay still for me sweetheart,” Johnny said, moving his index finger to Simons asshole.

“Yessir,” Simon practically whined, as Johnny slowly inserted the finger into him. He let out a low groan, causing Johnny to pause.

“You okay?” He asked, not wanting to hurt Simon.

“Y-yeah, just… it’s been a while,” Simon explained, tossing his head back, signaling to Johnny to continue. He slowly inserted another finger, allowing Simon to adjust before he moved them again.

“Fuuuck,” Simon moaned as Johnny started to scissor his fingers, drawing pants and moans from the brit. Eventually, Johnny added a third finger, dragging a low, loud moan out from Simon.

“Look so cute love,” Johnny praised, continuing to scissor his fingers, stretching Simon out properly.

“Please Johnny,” Simon whined, attempting to buck his hips down further onto Johnny’s fingers.

“Shhh Si, I’ll give you what you want,”Johnny cooed, slowly pulling his fingers out of Simon. Simon whined at the loss, but stayed still as he watched Johnny pull the condom over his dick.

“Hurry up, please,” Simon begged, as Johnny lubed up his dick.

“This is important Si, don’t wanna hurt you,” Johnny replied, lining himself up with Simon. He slowly inserted himself into Simon, earning a loud, low moan to be drawn out from the brit.

“Fuck… feel so good around me Simon,” Johnny moaned, pausing for a second to let Simon to adjust to the feeling.

“Move, please Johnny,” Simon begged him, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt Johnny start to move in and out of him.

“H-holy shittt, god I’ve missed this,” he moaned, gripping the bedsheets as Johnny started to speed his thrusting up.

“So have I Si, fuckin’ feel so good,” Johnny moaned, wrapping a hand around Simon’s dick. Simon let out a loud moan in response, his mouth hanging slightly open.

“Look so pretty f-for me sweetheart,” Johnny praised him, before leaning in to kiss the brit. Simon moaned into the kiss, trying to thrust his hips up into Johnny’s hand.

“Fuckin’ love you,” Simon panted when Johnny finally pulled away from the kiss, panting softly.

“I loue you to Si, so fucking much,” Johnny moaned his thrusts becoming more erratic and fast paced. Simon let out loud moans and pants as he himself started approaching his climax.

“Fuck, I’m close,” Johnny panted, ashe thrust in and out of Simon. Simon just let out a moan, signaling his soon release as well.

“I love you Si, so fuckin’ much,” Johnny moaned as he thrust into Simon one last time, cumming with a loud moan. He continued jerking Simon off, causing the Brit to cum soon after.

“Fuck, that was great Johnny,” Simon eventually panted, leaning back on his elbows to look at Johnny.

“It was, thanks Simon,” Johnny replied, slowly pulling out of Simon, tying the condom off at the top. He tossed it in the trash, before cuddling up against Simon.

“We gotta unpack John…” Simon mumbled as Johnny pulled the sheets over the two of them.

“We can do that tomorrow, wanna cuddle now,” Johnny replied, wrapping his arms around Simon’s torso. Simon rolled his eyes, hugging him back.

“Fine,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of Johnny’s head.

[maned-wolf-caboose]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley Additional Tags: Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Crying, Trans Female Character, Trans Character, trans femme Simon “Ghost” Riley, Sad Simon "Ghost" Riley, Soap’s there for her don’t worry, Self-Esteem Issues, Self-Worth Issues Series: Part 5 of Transfemme Simon “Ghost” Riley, Part 11 of Sost Summary:

Soap wakes up to Ghost having a nightmare, and helps her through the aftermath.

Notes name: I Exist Without Warning.

Fic below:

“Simon, love, you good?” Soap sleepily asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as Simon tossed and turned in her sleep next to him. She whimpered in response, jerking away from Soap.

“Simon?” Soap hesitantly asked, very concerned. He gently shook Simon, causing her to jerk awake, eyes shot open.

“Are you okay Si?” Soap asked, his voice soft, trying not to startle Simon.

“R-Johnny..?” Simon hesitantly asked, her eyes still adjusting to the darkness.

“It’s okay love, I’m here for you,” Soap cooed, gently placing a hand on Simon’s chest to ground her.

“Need-need ta be held,” she whined, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

“Sure thing Si,” Soap instantly replied, wrapping his arms around Simon, holding her tightly against her chest.

“D’ya wanna talk abou’ what happened?” Soap eventually piped up, gently peppering kisses to Simon’s forehead.

“Saw you in his grave. Couldn’t handle it,” Simon admitted, burying her face in Soap’s chest.

“Oh love, I won’t leave ye alone, ye know that?” Soap comforted, rubbing small circles on Simon’s back in a way to ground her.

“I know, but… I… I couldn’t deal with the thought,” Simon sniffled, gripping the shirt Soap had stolen from her a while ago, curling up against him in an attempt to get closer to him. Simon wanted to carve out a place in Soap’s heart forever, curl up in it so he would never leave.

But that’s not possible, so Simon would have to settle for curling up against him as close as she could.

“I love you so much Si, I’ll always be by your side,” Soap rambled, reassuring himself just as much as Simon. Simon gave a happy hum, nuzzling her face into Soap’s chest.

“Love you too Johnny,” she replied, taking a big breath of air into the shirt, the familiar smell of Johnny and his body wash filling her senses.

“You smell good,” she mumbled, chuckling slightly at the idea.

“Aw, thanks Si,” Soap chuckled, a smile on his face as Simon gently closed her eyes.

“You wanna get some food? I dinnea think we’re gonna be able ta fall asleep again,” he continued, gently rubbing his palm against Simon’s back comfortingly.

“In a little bit. Jus’ wanna hug for a while,” Simon replied, slightly arching her back into the comforting touch.

“Ah can do that love, ah can do that,” Soap cooed, placing his face on Simon’s head, gently nuzzling into her hair.

“Thanks, by the way. You didn’t have to do all this,” Simon mumbled, slightly ashamed she woke Soap from his sleep.

“None ah that Si, I want to help you. And if that means waking up at fuck knows when I’m the morn’, then so be it. It’s worth it for you, it’s always worth it for you.”

“Really?” Simon asked, self-doubt clouding her mind.

“Of course, it’s never an issue if it’s you,” Soap reassured her, peppering kisses to the top of her head in an attempt to comfort her.

“Thank you, thank you so much,” Simon sniffed, tears prickling at her eyes.

“It’s absolutely no problem sweetheart, not a problem at all,” Soap replied, smiling into Simon’s hair, and gently wiping the tears from her eyes.

“Your hair smells different,” he noted, Simon’s hair smelled of sandalwood and the bourbon she liked to drink. Soap’s still surprised that she was able to find a shampoo with that scent.

“Oh, yeah. I, the store didn’t have my usual conditioner, and I had to pick up a different kind,” Simon explained, light blush coating her cheeks.

“Smells good. Should pick it up again,” was his response, nuzzling into Simon’s hair again.

“I might, if it means you’ll be this cuddly,” Simon teased, chuckling softly to herself.

“I’m always this cuddly, you’re jus’ never this cuddly yerself. I’m willing ta give ‘em up if ya aren’t up fer ‘em,” Soap explained, a smile on his face as Simon practically buried her head into his chest out of embarrassment.

“If you want to cuddle more often, I can do that. Don’t want you to lose out on something just because I’m a bad girlfriend,” she mumbled into Soap’s chest, wrapping her hands around Soap’s back.

“Yer not a bad girlfrien’ love, ye are amazing. Yer needs matter ta me, and if ye cannea cuddle some days, then ye cannea cuddle that day. I dinnea care that it’s a ‘normal’ thing ta do, yer needs are more important,” Soap explained, gently peppering kisses to Simon’s head again in an attempt to ground and calm her.

“But-“

“No buts Simon. I loue ye, and that’s that. Ye deserve good things, and I’m willing ta give ye everythin’,” Soap shushed her, gently tapping Simon’s back, spelling out the word love in Morse code.

“Thank you Johnny, thank you,” Simon practically sobbed, tears finally falling from her eyes as Soap silently kissed the top of her head.

“I love you, Simon Riley, so fuckin’ much,” Soap whispered, using the previously busy hand to rub circles on her back slowly in an attempt to ground her. Simon just continued to sob, burying her face in Soap’s chest as tears fell from her eyes.

“So good for me love, so, so good for me,” Soap cooed, letting her cry her eyes out so she could calm down.

“I-I don’t deserve you,” she sobbed, gripping the back of Soap’s shirt with a death grip, as if the shirt was all that was keeping her from dying.

“You do darling, you do. You’re worth the sun and moon to me,” Soap replied as Simon let out a shaky, breathy sob.

“I’d give the world to ye if I could, yer amazing,” Soap cooed, patting her on the back as her crying started to let up. The two stayed like that for a few more minutes as Simon calmed down, with Soap wiping the tears from her eyes.

“Thank you Johnny, I, fuck, I just fell apart,” Simon eventually said, looking up at the Scot.

“It’s not a problem Si. It’s never a problem when it’s you.”

[maned-wolf-caboose]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, John Price (Call of Duty), Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Kate Laswell Additional Tags: Trans Female Character, Trans Female Simon “Ghost” Riley, Coming Out, Fluff, Comfort No Hurt, so sweet you’ll get cavities, Short & Sweet, Drabble Series: Part 2 of Transfemme Simon “Ghost” Riley Summary:

Simon comes out to the 141

Fic below:

“Hey John? I need your help with something,” Simon said as she entered their shared barracks, obviously nervous.

“With what Si?” John asked, sitting on the bed, tilting his head slightly.

“I wanna come out to the team, but I don’t know how to. I think if I hear someone refer to me as a guy one more time I’ll die,” Simon explained, fiddling with her hands anxiously.

“You want me to help you plan it?” The Scot asked, smiling softly. Simon nodded sharply, her eyes darting from side to side.

“How about you make little notes for all of them? Leave ‘em on their desks,” John suggested, pulling Simon into a hug.

“I, I wanna see their first reactions though,” Simon sighed, hugging John back.

“Then we could arrange a meeting in Price’s office, I could be your support,” he said, gently pulling Simon’s balaclava over her nose to kiss her.

“I, yeah, that works for me I guess,” she responded, gently kissing him back.

“When de’ye wanna do this, then?”

“Soon, I need some time to psych myself up,” Simon responded, nuzzling her chin into John’s shoulder.

“Whatever you need sweetheart.”

-

“So Ghost, why’d ya call a meeting?” Price asked, the entire 141 (minus Laswell who had to call in on a computer) was sat around Price’s desk.

“I… have an, announcement,” she started, rubbing one of her arms with in an anxious fidget.

“I’m transfemme, I’d like to use she/her pronouns from now on, and feminine terms. I’d still like to use Simon though,” she explained, sighing slightly. John gently rubbed her back to calm her down.

“Sure thing Ghost! Thanks for telling us!” Gaz almost immediately responded, a wide smile on his face.

“Absolutely. I’ll make sure to remember,” Price agreed, a soft smile on his face as well.

“Would you like me to change your files to reflect it?” Laswell piped in, already pulling her files up.

“Yes, thank you,” Simon replied, a shaky smile under her mask.

“And… done. They should be updated soon.”

“Oh, Ghost, would you like me to make an announcement to everyone on base?” Price asked, leaning back in his seat. Ghost gave a sharp nod, as John smiled widely behind her.

“Thanks, everyone,” she responded, before Price dismissed everyone and she and John went to their room again.

“That went amazing! You’re gonna finally be referred to as a girl!” John practically yelled, jumping up and down excitedly.

“I know, I’m really excited as well,” Simon responded, lifting her mask from her head, a smile on her face.

“You look so pretty Si,” John praised, cupping her head in his hands, kissing her gently.

“Thank you,” Simon whispered under her breath, kissing him back.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley Additional Tags: Fluff, No Smut, Soft John "Soap" MacTavish, Trans Female Character, Trans Female Simon “Ghost” Riley, Hugging, Cuddling & Snuggling, Self Confidence Issues, Short & Sweet, Drabble Series: Part 3 of Transfemme Simon “Ghost” Riley, Part 10 of Ghost and Soap Fuck A Lot, Part 10 of Sost Summary:

Simon has self worth issues, John helps her.

Fic below:

“John..?” Simon hesitantly asked, nervously entering the barracks she shared with John.

“What’s up Simon?” John asked, perking up from the desk he was sat at, doing paperwork.

“I need help. The rookies were using masculine terms for me, and I didn’t know what to do, and I feel like shit,” she admitted, walking over to John, her head hanging low.

“You want me to help?”

“Yes please. Needa feel like a pretty girl,” Simon responded, leaning down and placing his head on John’s shoulder.

“Sit down in my lap then, love. I’ll help you feel like the pretty girl you are,” John said as Simon straddled him, gently running his hands down Simon’s sides.

“Look so hot like this Si,” he praised, biting at Simon’s shoulders gently, leaving the option to take her balaclava up to her.

“Could fucking devour you sweetheart,” John whispered into her ear, snaking his hands under Simon’s shirt, gently squeezing her pecs.

“Mmm… thank you…” Simon mumbled under her breath, slightly leaning into the gentle touch.

“It’s not a problem, never a problem with you,” John whispered, gently kissing Simon’s still covered cheek.

“It should be,” Simon whispered under her breath in response, looking away from John’s gaze.

“But it isn’t, it never is,” John reassured her, pulling her into a hug. Simon opened her mouth to say something, but was shushed by John gently biting down on her collar bone, moving it away just ever so slightly.

“You’re perfect love, so amazing,” he praised, the words falling from his mouth easily as he let Simon fall deeper into subspace.

“You’re so good for me, so, so good for me,” John cooed, nuzzling his face into Simon’s shoulder, causing Simon to whine slightly.

“Good f’r you…” she mumbled under her breath, a dazed smile under her mask as John bit down on her shoulder slightly.

“Look so pretty all marked up for me like this,” John praised, rolling his hands up and down Simon’s sides slowly.

“Mmm, yours,” Simon almost immediately responded, attempting to lean into both hands at the same time.

“That’s right pretty girl, mine,” John practically growled, sending small shivers down Simon’s spine. He gently lifted Simon up, placing her in his lap.

“So cute babygirl,” he cooed, kissing Simon’s still-clothed cheek, eventually trailing little kisses down her neck.

“You want to cuddle now sweetheart?” John asked her, looking up at her.

“Yes please,” Simon softly responded, looking away from John’s gaze.

“Then let’s tuck you under the covers,” he responded, gently removing Simon from his lap and placing her on the bed. He motioned for Simon to back up, pulling the covers over her.

“You wanna take your balaclava off love?” John asked, settling under the sheets next to her. Simon shook her head, placing her head on John’s chest.

“Okay sweetheart,” John cooed in response, placing his chin on Simon’s head. Simon practically purred at the action as John wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Love you so much Si,” he whispered into her hair, closing his eyes as he slowly rubbed her back.

“Love you too,” Simon mumbled in response, curling up into John’s touch.