#simon ghost riley/john soap mactavish

[punk-jester]

Alejandro's safe house

(please someone draw this)

[loudblonde]

Nothing prepared him for this. John "Soap" McTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley/Magical Male Reader

One shot

Summery: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" McTavish and (Y/N) "Carnage" (L/N), three people thicker than blood, all of them more or less in love with each other and all dependent on one another. But what happens when (Y/N)'s radio goes silent, when post mission no one can find him? How does Simon react to seeing someone he loves injured?

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence/injury. Body horror (I think, to be safe I tag it as such). Angst.

Dead dove do not eat

This isn't the most well-written, I have a headache and just needed this out. Also people are most likely OOC. This is purely self indulgent and what I wanted to write.

Word count; 2206

Ghost looked around at the others, trying to see who was alive. Price wasn’t injured, walking perfectly as they checked the bodies. Gaz was sitting and patching up a minor injury and Soap had just gotten back from his section.

“Carnage do you copy?” Ghost asked into the radio only to be met with silence, complete and utter silence. Price glanced at him for a moment. “Carnage, do you copy?” Ghost tried again. He was met with even more silence. Ice filled his gut and slowly crept its way up into his chest. “Dammit, (Y/N), do you copy?!” Ghost asked again. He looked to Price when no message came through, no signs of anyone. “I will search for (Y/N).”

“Evac is 20 minutes out, Carnage was in section 3.” Price said. “May have moved into section 4 if pushed.”

Ghost nodded and quickly ran, keeping an eye out for enemy soldiers. He searched building after building, walking over rumble and ruin, shining a light between all pieces as he swept the place. Ghost ignored the bodies of the enemy soldiers, though he still noticed (Y/N) living up to his call sign, ‘Carnage’, Ghost hadn’t been on that rescue mission, he hadn’t personally seen the way the bodies were ripped apart or how they had found a fatally injured (Y/N) 100 meters from the house, with injuries that should have killed him 10 away from the house, but he had seen the scars. The irritated raised skin, the bumps of flesh that wrapped around itself and led to deep pits where skin had been missing and muscle had been ripped out. Ghost was not squeamish but the scars from the torture (Y/N) had faced, fought against 20 enemies and survived were gruesome even for what Ghost had seen.

Yet, despite it all, (Y/N) still had a smile on his face, still joked around and was a joy to be around. He had made Simon’s life a lot better. Both (Y/N) and Johnny. Simon knew he couldn’t go on without either of them.

Simon came upon an open plaza-like area, it was small but bodies upon bodies of enemy soldiers lay, all pointing towards a single still-standing house-like structure, the roof was missing and the glass in the windows was more than gone. “Carnage, do you copy?!” He yelled, betraying his own position, but he needed to know if (Y/N) was alive. Simon couldn’t lose any more people.

Simon heard stone clanking on stone. He quickly figured the morse code out,

--. . - / --- ..- -

Ghost shook his head as he headed towards the building, carefully stepping over the threshold. On the ground in a state worse than death, laid (Y/N), covered in blood Ghost could only assume was a mixture of his own and the enemies.

Ghost ran over and knelt beside him. “You need to stay awake, do you hear me, soldier!” Ghost yelled, not taking note of how (Y/N)’s face was turned away from him. Ghost checked him over for injuries, taking note of the too many bullet wounds. There was no way (Y/N) was supposed to have survived this. “I found Carnage, he is still alive but barely,” Ghost said into the radio before taking a shot of adrenalin and giving it to (Y/N) to keep him alive.

“Can he be moved?” Price’s voice asked.

“Affirmative. I will bring him over but we need to stabilise him when we get over there.” Ghost said. “I counted 8 bullet wounds in his chest, based on his breathing they didn’t hit his lungs.” Ghost said.

Ghost looked down at (Y/N) who slowly turned his head to look at Ghost. Half his face had been ripped off by someone or something, large strips of cheek were hanging loosely to the side, not attached to the bottom part of his face. (Y/N)’s bottom and upper teeth were fully exposed, alongside most of his right jawbone. The white of his eyes was red, and a black eye was forming around the shrapnel stuck in his face.

(Y/N) opened his mouth, blood was pooling in his throat as he coughed and turned to the side, aggravating his own injuries further. “Get… out…” He said, his voice rasped and barely above a whisper.

Ghost stood up before helping (Y/N) up, picking him up in the process. “I am not leaving you behind,” Simon said sternly. His whole body was ice cold, not knowing whether (Y/N) was going to make it or not.

Ghost didn’t hesitate to run towards the others, his mind focused on the goal, he was aware of his own footing and easily carried (Y/N) as he ran until he felt someone grab a hold of his foot as he lifted it up and pulled him backwards.

Simon fell and watched as (Y/N) fell out of his grasp and down a hill of rubble, down into a pool of other dead bodies. Simon looked behind him and saw no one. He shook his head and stood only to see (Y/N) standing on his own, surrounded by a thick red liquid floating all around him. (Y/N)’s arms spread out as he floated up, the liquid turned darker and darker as it soon became as pitch black as the night around them, more and more of this liquid streamed from the bodies around them, flying too and into (Y/N) as he floated in the air.

Simon watched in grotesque horror as (Y/N)’s flesh that had previously been ripped apart was slowly stitching itself together. Glowing red strands of muscle waved itself together as (Y/N)’s cheek began healing itself over. The strands of flesh that had been ripped away had slowly reattached itself in ways they hadn’t been before.

All chatter, concerned voices and orders from Price was drowned out as Simon stood completely still, watching a man he loved be consumed by the black thick goo.

8 bullets clanked down on the ground, breaking through the silence. Simon looked to Price, Gaz and Soap, all of them watching in mute horror as well.

(Y/N) lowered to the ground, his eyes fully red and glowing ever so slightly, His uniform was gone, leaving behind his completely bare body and ID disks. A golden pendant appeared before (Y/N) and Simon watched as (Y/N) took a deep breath and shuddered before throwing up blood and coughing up mucus, everyone rushed over, Soap held (Y/N) up so he wouldn't fall over.

—

“What the hell was that?!” The panicked voice of his captain sent waves of pain into (Y/N)’s head. He groaned and held his head, shaking in Soap’s arms. (Y/N) reached out and took the golden pendant before clutching it to his chest. He looked at Price. Tears of blood streamed down his face as his entire body shook and convulsed. He took a shaking breath and exhaled, his lungs were burning as mucus was still rapidly growing and filling them up, drowning (Y/N).

(Y/N) looked to Soap and then to Ghost and smiled weakly. “I love you both, dearly, you are good friends.” He said before pushing Soap away with a natural strength none of them had ever seen before. (Y/N) ran straight ahead and towards a shallow pond, people followed him but as soon as he reached the pond he fell into it and through it. (Y/N) closed his eyes as he let go, letting his body, soul and mind be washed away.

—

Simon didn’t even hear his own scream as he made it to the pond and found it barely went to his calves, there was no logical way that (Y/N) was able to escape and hide somewhere in it but it didn’t stop him from searching and searching.

Ghost fought against Soap as he took him out of the pond and onto the copter, his eyes never leaving the pond as long as he could see it.

He turned to Soap who was crying. Simon stared numbly at his hands the entire way to the base. When the copter landed he alongside the rest of the team entered the temporary base and looked to Laswell. “Where is Carnage?”

“MIA.” Price responded. “By his own accord, he wasn’t thinking straight, some enemy… something… I can’t even describe it.” He slid over a recording device.

On a shaking camera was (Y/N) shown floating up, with black goo all around him.

Laswell sighed. “I will… contact an expert.”

“There is an expert for this shit?” Price asked, his voice snappy.

Laswell looked at him before looking at everyone else. “Take a shower and clean your weapons first, I will explain everything before we do a mission debrief.”

Everyone left, cleaning all their weapons before hitting the showers. Freshly cleaned and still mostly silent but with anger burning hot under the surface, 141 sat in a meeting room with a woman who looked surprisingly like (Y/N).

“Everyone this (Sisters name) (L/N), (Y/N)’s sister. The information you are about to receive wasn’t thought necessary as (Y/N) wasn’t supposed to have magic, him being on his own is dangerous for him and us.” Laswell said.

Months passed and new missions came. Ghost reverted more and more into himself and Soap had changed. (Y/N) ‘Carnage’ (L/N) was officially declared MIA, and things returned to normal. Well, as normal as things could go.

“As Kate said, I am (S/N). (Y/N) was my twin, twin births are rare in my family and always means that only one of the twins gets a power, magic if you will. It isn’t magic but for all intents and purposes, I will call it magic. It’s a form of elemental manipulation that no human can do, we may look human but we aren’t.” (S/N) said. “Magical beings are hidden due to security purposes, oftentimes those of us here who are half human and half not human doesn't even know until their children develop magical powers.”

She went on to explain the nature of magic and (Y/N)’s magic, how (Y/N) wasn’t cheating death but rather kept getting consumed more and more by it, if it kept going his whole nature of being would shift and he would become something to be stopped rather than being helped.

There is a clear strain and a clear need for answers.

Ghost finished clearing a house and walked outside to meet the others. He felt the chill of the air steals any heat the battle had given him. On top of a hill, far away but not far enough that Ghost couldn’t clearly see, sat a group of soldiers on horses, their uniforms were like that of the one that (Y/N)’s sister had worn, just a lot less ceremonial. The leader of them, a masked man, walked towards them—letter in hand. Ghost feared the worst as he met up with the others, all gathered behind Price.

Price took the letter. “What kind of news is this?” He asked, getting no response.

Ghost glanced at Soap who glanced at him, they shared a look. “Her Majesty, the queen of Arione is happy to announce the return and rehabilitation of one Sergeant (Y/N) (L/N) from Task Force 141. If Captain John Price wish for Sergeant (L/N) to return, he shall simply tell the soldier who gave him this letter and- yes, bring (Y/N) back, don’t care how.” Price didn’t hesitate.

The soldier reached up and everyone watched with bated breaths as the straps of the mask were undone, slowly revealing the face of a man they knew well. The mask fell to the ground and a smiling (Y/N) could be seen. “I am so sorry for disappearing-” He only managed to say before Soap hugged him tightly.

Ghost was frozen in place. Watching his teammates hug and greet each other. Everyone cleared away and (Y/N) looked to Ghost. He carefully walked over and stood in front of him. He didn’t reach out but did hold his hand up and pat his own shoulder 3 times, in a hidden way.

Simon smiled behind the mask. “It’s good to have you back.” He said and touched his own shoulder 3 times. That was how they said they were okay, how they confirmed who each other were.

“What happened that day?” Gaz asked.

(Y/N) looked at them all. “I felt so much I had never felt before, my feelings and sensors going haywire, it felt as though I was dying a thousand times over and over, it wasn’t an enemy soldier who got my face, it was something else. I was so confused and drowning in my own mucus, I needed to go away or… I was found and helped, with focus on getting me back here, I will have to go back home if a war starts but it is highly unlikely.” (Y/N) said.

“As long as we have you back here.” Price said.

“Always.” (Y/N) said, smiling even more.

[gonga-ga]

the mask.. take it off (wip)

[robinthisbank]

TikTokers are such pussies when it comes to ships. “B-but they’re not canon 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😖😖” honey back in my day we shipped characters from entirely different medias uphill both ways in the snow

[ch1n1tahwrites]

COD TWT P!LINKS

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

Simon fingering your tiny pretty pink pussy

loserteenage!ghost in your room past your bed time

Simon lavishing his pretty girl

fucking your thighs

letting you dominate him once (maybe he realized he should let you more)

JOHNNY "SOAP" MACTAVISH

fingering you after a long mission

sucking your tits because he missed his mommy

waking you up to this

riding him cuz you missed him

JOHN "CAPTAIN" PRICE

throwing your pretty little body around

while your watching a movie

makeup sex after your fight

letting you sit on his face whilst you read

fucking you because you asked for it

ALEJANDRO VARGAS

eating you out after dinner

after a mission

eating you out pt.2

[yoshidatommy]

TF141 (oversimplified)

[bigguyenthusiast]

COD P★ LINKS

Yawll……dis is horny… so like fair warning

John price

Price tying you up after he catches you disobeying him by touching yourself :(

Overstimulation with John <3

Price eating you out after a loooooong mission

More price eating pussy (the guy LITERALLY looks like him or am I tripping)

Since you like using them so much, this shouldn’t be a punishment for you, correct ?

John getting you to ride his thigh

Theres a reason why they’re his favourite

Kyle Garrick

Gaz after ruthlessly fucking you for three hours ;3

What you get for flaunting yourself in front of his mates :(

Lazy night in with gaz

Shhh don’t want anyone to hear you

Late night humping with your clingy boyfriend

Roommate! Gaz getting tired of your horny whining

Simon Riley

Just a quick reminder of where you belong

Quick polishing’

A goodbye gift

A welcome home gift

Roommate! Ghost pounding you till you wake up :(

Owner! Ghost with his lil pup

Little film for later

Gettin’ crafty

John McTavish

Riding him until he’s dumb <3

Mornin sex with Johnny boy

Self restrain

Virgin! Johnny

Just his doll

Convincing your friend, Johnny to join your live 🫣

König

Hes just too big you needed a photo for confirmation

Need your colonel to reach you a lesson?

Just a quickie before he leaves for work

Quickie part 2

Good girls beg

[amikoroyaiart]

Caught in 4k

[shkretart]

Just sketches

[rowarn]

soap x reader x simon

soap doesn't know how to make you cum on his cock so he asks his trusted lieutenant to teach him how.

sub!reader, dom!simon, switch?soap, getting fucked by soap in simon's lap, wet&messy, cumming untouched, size difference/kink, threesome, fat dick!soap, MDNI

<3 just some horny nonsense that was spinning in my brain!!!

When Simon found out that sweet Johnny was struggling with something personal and even as embarrassing as making you cum, Simon’s mouth moved faster than his brain with an offer he never thought he would utter.

“I could help you out with that,” he had said, making Soap pause, mouth agape. Simon almost rescinded those words, brushing it off as a crude joke.

But then Soap spoke.

“Would you?” he asked, blue eyes glistening hopefully.

And Simon felt his cock twitch in his jeans.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t make you cum, Soap had defended on the drive over to your shared flat. Soap was good with his tongue and his fingers, could make you squirt by just rubbing that sweet little spot inside your gooey cunt.

The problem was whenever Johnny got his cock in you, he just could never get it right. The pace was wrong, the angle was off, he went too deep – anything that he could do wrong, he would do wrong.

“It’s never been like this with other…partners,” Soap shyly whispered. Though it was dark in the truck, Simon knew his friend was blushing in embarrassment, “I-I don’t know what I’m doin’ wrong this time.”

“Well, we’ll figure it out, Johnny,” Simon assured, shoving the door open the second Soap turned the engine off.

You and Soap lived on the top floor and the elevator ride up was stifling. Soap was fidgeting, clearly more than a little nervous about how this night was meant to go.

You and he had been together for a while – long enough to move in together. Simon wondered what finally made Soap reach out for help on this little problem after so long.

But Simon wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He’d wanted to get his fucking hands on you from the second you bounced into the room, radiant and so sweet in the way you shyly clung to Soap’s arm. You were precious and Simon’s not proud to admit he had gone home and tugged his cock fucking raw over the way you had batted your pretty lashes at him when you looked up at him – so much smaller than him.

He knew he would be a fucking wreck the second he had you within his grasp and fuck, he was right.

His hands were shaking as he held you in his lap, gripping your knees to keep you spread wide for Soap to slot his hips between them.

You were a sensitive little thing, Simon learned. You came so easily around Soaps fingers when he worked to stretch you open for him. If you came so easily then why the fuck couldn’t Johnny get you off from his cock?

You were trembling, wide eyes teary as you watched your boyfriend carefully work his cock into you. The stretch was always so good, always making your eyes roll back in your head. Your cunt was so slick and sticky, eagerly swallowing every inch of Soap. So fucking messy. It made Simon's mouth fill with saliva at the sight of how wet you were, he wanted to taste you so badly.

Johnnys cock was fat, thick and heavy, no doubt burning your poor little cunt with how wide he had you stretched around him. You creamed around him, juices dribbling down his balls and wetting his sweatpants. You even dripped all over Simon who held you in his lap.

When Johnny started thrusting, Simon immediately understood why you couldn't seem to cum. Sure, it felt good, and you were moaning - twitching and gasping every time Soap sunk in and brushed against any sweet little spot inside. But Soaps rhythm and pace were inconsistent and he didn't seem to have any idea how to aim his cock to really hit those gooey spots that would have you falling over the edge into bliss.

Simon took a few moments to admire the scene unfolding right in his lap. You, creaming all over a cock that couldn't make you cum. Soap desperately humping your pretty cunt haphazardly and sloppily. He wasn't even bothering to touch your clit. Beneath his mask, Simon grinned.

It was so cute how Johnny went so stupid the second he got his cock wrapped up in a tight, hot pussy.

“Johnny…” Simon finally spoke, “Slow down.”

Immediately, Soap did as he was told. His pace slowed, careful rolls of his hips replacing the jackhammering.

“There's a good boy,” Simon praised, eyes darkening at the sight of Soap’s ears turning red, “Go nice ‘nd deep You gotta hit all those nice spots inside.”

Soap’s pretty, blue eyes were half-lidded as he watched you writhe and twitch in his Lieutenant’s arms. With every deep stroke, both of them could hear the sticky, wet noises of your pussy swallowing every inch.

One of Simon’s hands trailed down your thigh, inching down and down. Soap’s eyes followed every movement until his fingers finally found your hard little clit. Immediately, your cunt clamped down around Soap’s cock and the Scot moaned.

“You gotta touch this cute little clit,” Simon teased, “If you really wanna know how it feels to have a pretty cunt cum around you.”

Soap nonsensically nodded, blunt nails digging into your hips as he held himself back from fucking you like a madman again. He kept Simon’s words in mind - deep and slow. Aim for those little spots. He knows where they are, he knows where it feels good. Just don't think with his cock - that's all he had to do.

With Simon’s callused fingers swirling over your sticky clit and Soap’s fat cock stuffing you full just right, it came as no surprise when you finally came.

Soap wasn't able to stand how good it felt with how tight you were squeezing around him, pulsing through every wave of your orgasm. You were gushing, creaming sticky and wet all over him. Simon could feel you clit twitching under the pads of his fingers.

With a shout, Soap filled you up with his load, “Fuck!”

As the two of you came down, Simon’s big hands carefully stroked up and down your thighs until their trembling ceased.

“You know, Lt,” Soap panted, looking up at him through his lashes, “I think I could use a little more hands on training. How about you really show me how it's done.”

Even though Simon had quietly came in his own pants, his cock was chubbing up again at those words.

“I like the sound of that, Seargent.”

do not modify translate, or repost to other websites. reblogs welcome!

[punk-jester]

ghost and soap: "looking intensely in each other's eyes"

price: are they being gay or angry?

alejandro: we just kinda assumed it was both

rodolfo: sí

[loudblonde]

Simon x Male!Vampire!Reader

Genre: smut (little bit of fluff)

Warning: a bit of possessive nature.

Minors do not interact I can and will block you.

Word count: 1.4K

This was written while drunk and in a bar. No part two.

Simon turned around and glanced down at a half-masked face. His husband's mouth guard had been pulled down just enough to give access, the rest of his face and especially his eyes were covered.

Two gloved hands went up to the bottom of Simons's mask, fiddling with them for a second before Simon nodded. The mask slid carefully off, revealing the vulnerable Simon underneath.

Simon reached up and carefully undid the clasps around the mask before placing everything to the side. Blue eyes met dark red, almost black eyes. Simon carefully placed a hand on his husband's cheek. "I just had a meal." He said with surprising softness, just hoping no one would enter. It wasn't late yet.

His husband shook his head. His fangs weren't out and with a rasped breath he spoke. "I ate on the mission, 'nother one like me."

Simon swallowed hard and looked to his door before his husband. "Anyone close?"

"No. Soap's in the shower for now. Debrief already happened." His husband cleared his throat before looking up at his husband.

Simon smirked a bit before sitting down on the bed, hands on his knees. "Well, what are you waiting on, love?"

And with a ravenous hunger, Simon watched as his husband stripped of his gear faster than ever before, he sat between Simon's legs and pushed Simon down onto the bed, his hands worked to undo the buttons and with each button undone, a kiss was placed in its place. Simon felt fangs glide along his chest and stomach before two rough hands grabbed his belt and undid it with practised ease. A light gasp broke through his lips as (Y/N) places a kiss against his hip. "You're desperate, Si." (Y/N) chuckled.

"Anyone would be desperate for a mouth like yours," Simon grunted out as (Y/N) began palming his ever-growing bulge. "Just say the words and I'm going to indulge whatever desire you have." (Y/N)'s eyes glowed every so lightly, making Simon's head clouded in just the right way.

Simon groaned as his head fell back. He tried desperately to find the words. The pressure on his bulge kept growing stronger and impatient, clouding his mind even further. His husband, without seizing the pressure, leaned up and kissed Simon's lips hard, he sucked and pulled at them, leaving Simon breathless with puffy lips.

(Y/N) smirked as he watched Simon stare into the ceiling, no thoughts left in his head. "Awww, did someone stop thinking?"

"Fuck me." Simon finally managed to say. "Fuck me harder than you've ever before. Break me and don't stop until I'm a babbling mess."

"Gladly." (Y/N) flipped Simon over with ease. He reached over him, bare chest meeting clothed back. (Y/N) grabbed the lube and a condom before pulling Simon's pants down around his knees. Simon happily scooted back, his ass raised. "Such an eager little whore." Simon groaned at the words of his husband.

"Careful, I can break you in two easily," Simon said, earning a condescending chuckle.

"And yet, you are begging me to fuck you better then that Scottish lad could ever. I see the way he looks at you." A cold shiver ran down Ghosts spine. He felt (Y/N) lean down over him. "You should invite him along one night." He whispered. "So I can show him who you truly belong too. Perhaps I'll take him in front of you, make you watch as he cums time after time again."

Without even being touched, Simon shot hot strings of cum down onto the sheets. "Fuckin' hell," Simon said. "Johnny is special to me." He whispered.

"I know love. I see the way you look at him. We should take him out someday, but for now, let's just focus on you." (Y/N) pulled away and ran two fingers over the cum before placing them on Simon's lips, which Simon happily lapped up, he obediently sucked his cum off the two fingers, eyes fully closed and at the mercy of his husband.

(Y/N) coated a finger in the lube before working on losing Simon's tight hole. A few gasped breaths came before (Y/N) added a second finger, equally coated in cum, much like before.

Simon's groan turned into a moan as (Y/N) curled his fingers expertly over his prostate, easily having found it. "With the amount of noise you're making, I'm surprised we haven't been caught yet." (Y/N) said with a chuckled and timed a strategic brush over Simon's prostate with Simon's protest against the comment. Simon moaned out, keeping it quieter.

(Y/N) scowled at that. He added more lube before gently inserting a third finger. He worked at a pace, trusting them in and spreading them slightly before pulling halfway out, repeating it until Simon was comfortably loose.

(Y/N) pulled his pants down just enough to slip a rock-hard cock out. He slid the condom on easily and looked down at Simons quivering hole. "Such a good little pet for me, waiting so patiently." (Y/N) pushed in fully, bottoming out with ease before letting Simon get comfortable with his girth.

Simon grunted and squeezed around his husband before (Y/N) started moving, at first, the pace was slow and loving, still letting Simon adjust to not hurt him. His grip on Simon's hips would leave bruises in the morning, though for now, neither man cared.

"Fuck me harder," Simon grunted out, he tried to move but the grip on his hips tightened. He groaned out as (Y/N) started moving faster and faster, not showing signs of stopping anytime soon. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room as both men chased their mutual orgasm.

Moans got swapped, each man seemingly trying to moan louder than the other. (Y/N) had completely lost himself to the warm and slick walls of Simon's bitchhole. Simon came onto the sheets and cried out with euphoria as (Y/N) angled to keep hitting his prostate over and over again, drawing more and more cum out from him. He grabbed onto the sheets underneath him as he buried his face in the thin mattress, it did nothing to conceal his moans.

(Y/N) followed shortly after as Simon squeezed around him. (Y/N) carefully slid out and disposed of the condom, tying it off and throwing it away before returning it to Simon. He gently kissed his lower back before cleaning him of cum. Simon was still lost in a paradise of euphoria, though cuddled into the two strong arms that held him close. A powerful smell of comfort and familiarity surrounded him. "Fuckin' hell, love. You should eat your own kind more often." Simon said and chuckled.

"Hmm. Do you want Soap to join into this? My kind is... possessive about the ones they love. I know you love him and well, he isn't half bad." (Y/N) said.

Simon hummed. "We can start with a date and see how it goes... he looks at you the same. You know? As though you are his whole world. He would fit right in with us and our brand of weird."

"Then, let's talk to him in the morning? Unless he wants to join us right now!" (Y/N) yelled out and a sheepish Soap put his head inside, a deep heavy blush on his cheeks.

Neither Soap nor Ghost were walking well the next morning. Both were in a world of pain but both were happier then anyone could be. And if a certain vampire were watching them both a little closer then normally, well no one bat an eye at that.

A fanged smirk and a dazed Simon met him. "How much did you catch of that?" Simon asked.

"He heard everything, every dirty little thing we said. Come on in, John. Close the door behind you~"

Simon gasped as he felt lips kiss the bottom of his neck where his mask stopped. There was a small gap between his mask and shirt. The kiss turned into a light bite followed by a quick kiss of apology.

Simon turned around and glanced down at a half-masked face. His husband's mouthguard had been pulled down just enough to give access to the rest of his face.

Simon reached up and carefully undid the clasps around the mask before placing everything to the side. Blue eyes met dark red, almost black eyes. He carefully placed a hand on his husband's cheek, his thumb brushing over it gently.

Though his eyes remained covered.

Two gloved hands went up to the bottom of Simons's mask, fiddling with them for a second before Simon nodded. The mask slid carefully off, revealing the vulnerable Simon underneath.

"I just had a meal." He said with a softness that would surprise anyone who knew him. Knowing his team and that they were still on base, he hoped no one would enter. It wasn't late enough yet for most people to leave him alone.

"Anyone close?

His husband shook his head. His fangs weren't out. With a rasped breath he spoke. "I ate on the mission, 'nother one like me."

Simon swallowed hard and looked to his door before his husband.

"No. Soap's in the shower for now. Debrief already happened." His husband cleared his throat before looking up at his husband. His eyes darkened with lust. There was no attempt at hiding it.

Simon smirked a bit before sitting on the bed, hands on his knees. "Well, what are you waiting on, love?"

With a ravenous hunger, Simon watched as his husband stripped of his gear faster than ever before, (Y/N) sat between Simon's legs and pushed him down onto the bed. His hands worked to undo the buttons on his shirt and with each button undone, a kiss was placed in its place.

Simon felt fangs glide along his chest and stomach before two rough hands grabbed his belt and undid it with practised ease. A light gasp broke through his lips as (Y/N) placed a kiss against his hip. "You're desperate, Si." (Y/N) chuckled.

"Anyone would be desperate for a mouth like yours," Simon grunted as (Y/N) began palming his ever-growing bulge. "Just say the words, and I'll indulge whatever desire you have." (Y/N)'s eyes glowed every so lightly, making Simon's head clouded just the right way.

Simon groaned as his head fell back. He tried desperately to find the words. The pressure on his bulge grew stronger and impatient, clouding his mind even further. His husband, without stopping the force, leaned up and kissed Simon's lips hard, he sucked and pulled at them, leaving Simon breathless with puffy lips.

(Y/N) smirked as he watched Simon stare into the ceiling, no thoughts left in his head. "Awww, did someone stop thinking?" Simon shook his head slightly, his thoughts scattered to the winds.

"Fuck me." Simon finally managed to say. "Fuck me harder than you've ever before. Break me, don't stop until I'm a babbling mess."

"Gladly." (Y/N) flipped Simon over with ease. He reached over him, bare chest meeting clothed back. (Y/N) grabbed the lube and a condom before pulling Simon's pants down around his knees. Simon happily moved back, his ass raised. "Such an eager little whore." Simon groaned at the words of his husband.

"Careful, I can break you in two easily," Simon said, earning a condescending chuckle.

"And yet, you are begging me to fuck you better than that Scottish lad could. I see the way he looks at you." A cold shiver ran down Simon's spine. He felt (Y/N) lean down over him again. "You should invite him along one night." He whispered. "So I can show him who you truly belong to. Perhaps I'll take him in front of you, make you watch as he cums time after time again."

Without even being touched, Simon shot hot strings of cum down onto the sheets. "Fuckin' hell," Simon said. "Johnny is special to me." He whispered.

"I know love. I see the way you look at him. We should take him out someday, but for now, let's just focus on you." (Y/N) pulled away and ran two fingers over the cum before placing them on Simon's lips, which Simon happily lapped up, he obediently sucked his cum off the two fingers, eyes fully closed and at the mercy of his husband.

(Y/N) coated a finger in the lube before working on losing Simon's tight hole. A few gasped breaths came before (Y/N) added a second finger, equally coated in cum, much like before.

Simon's groan turned into a moan as (Y/N) curled his fingers expertly over his prostate, easily having found it. "With the amount of noise you're making, I'm surprised we haven't been caught yet." (Y/N) said with a chuckled and timed a strategic brush over Simon's prostate with Simon's protest against the comment. Simon moaned out, keeping it quieter.

(Y/N) scowled at that. He added more lube before gently inserting a third finger. He worked at a pace, trusting them in and spreading them slightly before pulling halfway out, repeating it until Simon was comfortably loose.

(Y/N) pulled his pants down just enough to slip a rock-hard cock out. He slid the condom on easily and looked down at Simons quivering hole. "Such a good little pet for me, waiting so patiently." (Y/N) pushed in fully, bottoming out easily before letting Simon get comfortable with his girth.

Simon grunted and squeezed around his husband before (Y/N) started moving. Firstly, the pace was slow and loving, letting Simon adjust, to not hurt him. His grip on Simon's hips would leave bruises in the morning, though for now, neither man cared.

"Fuck me harder," Simon grunted out. He tried to move, though the grip on his hips tightened. He groaned as (Y/N) started moving faster and faster, not showing signs of stopping anytime soon. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room as both men chased their mutual orgasm.

Moans got swapped, each man seemingly trying to moan louder than the other. (Y/N) had completely lost himself to the warm and slick walls of Simon's bitchhole. Simon came onto the sheets and cried out with euphoria as (Y/N) angled to keep hitting his prostate over and over again, drawing more and more cum out from him. He grabbed onto the sheets underneath him as he buried his face in the thin mattress, it did nothing to conceal his moans.

(Y/N) followed shortly after as Simon squeezed around him. (Y/N) carefully slid out and disposed of the condom, tying it off and throwing it away before returning it to Simon.

He gently kissed his lower back before cleaning him of cum. Simon was still lost in a paradise of euphoria, though cuddled into the two strong arms that held him close. A powerful smell of comfort and familiarity surrounded him. "Fuckin' hell, love. You should eat your own kind more often." Simon said and chuckled.

"Hmm. Do you want Soap to join into this? My kind is… possessive about the ones they love. I know you love him and well, he isn't half bad." (Y/N) said.

Simon hummed. "We can start with a date and see how it goes… he looks at you the same. You know? As though you are his whole world. He would fit right in with us and our brand of weird."

"Then, let's talk to him in the morning? Unless he wants to join us right now!" (Y/N) yelled out and a sheepish Soap put his head inside, a deep heavy blush on his cheeks.

Neither Soap nor Ghost was walking well the following day. Both were in a world of pain but both were happier than anyone could be. And if a certain vampire were watching them both a little closer than expected, no one bat an eye at that.

A fanged smirk and a dazed Simon met him. "How much did you catch of that?" Simon asked.

"He heard everything, every dirty little thing we said. Come on in, John. Close the door behind you~"

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[yooo-lets-go]

what would a drinking contest with the bois look like?

Unforgettable

[stinglesswasp]

Patience 💤

[skvaderpie]

I have a positive ending for these two ,,,

[whateveriwant]

Task force 141 reacting to their very pregnant wife still trying to clean, cook etc

This turned more into ‘Task force 141 preventing their very pregnant wife from trying to clean, cook, etc’ lmaooooo I hope that's alright

Price

HA! Good one!

No seriously, it's actually hilarious that you think you'd do anything for yourself when your hubby's around

That man has been waiting on you hand and foot since you first got together. So now that you're pregnant and you think he'd let you so much as lift a finger? You must have a serious case of pregnancy brain, sweetheart

Price is doing all the cooking, the cleaning, the running errands, etc. throughout the entirety of your pregnancy (and at least the first several months postpartum)

He's kept you practically bed bound these last few months to the point where you think there's a perfect indent of your body molded into the mattress

Seven months in, he's suddenly called away to a quick mission halfway across the globe, and you think finally you'll get some of your autonomy back...

Well, think again because who should show up at your door the next morning than your mother-in-law herself, ready to pick up where her son left off

She came at the behest of your husband, of course, and was armed with a detailed set of care instructions

What does your husband think you are? Some sort of one-of-a-kind, priceless artifact that needs special handling? (Actually that's exactly what you are. Price-less… I'll see myself out 🚶🏻‍♀️)

Ghost

When it comes to having some semblance of independence during your pregnancy, Ghost will give you a bit of a longer leash than Price, but only just so

You’re going for a walk around the neighborhood? Hold on, let him grab his coat to join you. Or you're going into the backyard to tend the garden? He'll pull the weeds while you water the plants

But when it comes to letting you do certain things, there are some hard nos that he will absolutely not budge on

You try to use a stepladder to reach the top of the cupboard? Stop! You'll break your neck! You try to pick up anything heavier than 10 pounds? Stop! Give it here! You try to drive?... Don't even fuckin' think about it, precious.

The farther along your pregnancy progresses, the better he gets at predicting (and intercepting) your next move

You were gonna do laundry today? Well, wouldn't you know, he's already got a load going in the washer. You were about to make dinner? Well shucks, he just ordered takeaway from that Greek place you love

His ability to read your mind is honestly impressive once you get past how damn annoying you find it. Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean you're incapable of fending for yourself, and you're tired of him acting as if otherwise

But really, you can never get mad at anything he does for you. After all, what kind of a husband would he be if he didn't take care of his missus and your little one?

Soap

If you take Ghost’s cautiousness, mix it with Price’s thoroughness, and crank it up to an 11, you get Soap

From the moment he found out you were pregnant, he put your house into full lockdown mode, stopping just short of booby trapping the front door in case you got any funny ideas

You want some fresh air? Just open a window. You want to go for a walk and stretch your legs? Just take a few turns about the living room like you're some Austenian heroine

Don't let him catch you doing any kind of physical labor, because so help him Jesus he will grab a spray bottle and use it like you're a feral alleycat he's trying to house-train (he wouldn't really... but don't test him)

You try to unload the dishwasher? Ehrr! Wrong move. You try to remake the bed? Ehrr! Nice try. You try to mop up your own mess. Ehrr! Enough already. You try to– OCH, WOULD YE BLOODY SIT DOWN, WOMAN?!

For nine long months during his requested leave from work, your husband is attached to you like some kind of loving, smothering barnacle

But doesn't he miss his job, or the lads for that matter? What if the world needs saving? What will they do without him?

Well, (in his exact words) fuck the rest of the world! You're his world, bonnie, and he'll give you everything you could ever wish for and then some

Gaz

By far, you have the most independence with Gaz than you would with any of the other three men… at least, at the beginning of your pregnancy, that is

Once you get to around five or six months he becomes just as helicopter-y as all the others; he's just ever so slightly more bearable, perhaps

There's lots of peeking his head around the corner to check on you throughout the day or appearing seemingly out of thin air whenever you're doing something he'd rather you wouldn't

You've lost count of the number of times you've been in the middle of cooking or hanging up the laundry or whatever and his hand has suddenly appeared out of nowhere, gently taking the object from you before directing you to sit and rest

And like, look. He knows you can handle yourself. He knows you could conquer the whole world if you wanted to. That's one of the things he loves about you the most

But seeing you like this – so fragile, so vulnerable, so beautiful and soft and pregnant with his child; his child – it just… It makes him…

He just needs to do these things for you, alright, love? Just let him take care of you, please? Would you let him do that?

You already have so much you have to carry. Let him ease some of the burden off your shoulders. Let him do these small things for you because they don't even compare to all that you're doing for him 🥲