#soap x reader imagine

[ragingbookdragon]

Soap reclined against the back of the metal wall of the plane, eyes dragging from each member of the team until they landed on her. She, oddly enough wasn’t sitting like the others were, contemplating the mission and the risks. In her hands was a small book, about the size of a cigarette holder, perhaps a religious book, but he’d never known her to pray or be religious outright; then again, she wasn’t very open about many things of herself either.

Her eyes drew along the pages, quietly turning them, occasionally shifting with the movement of the plane and he heard lowly, “Keep staring at her like that and she’ll think you like her.”

He fought the urge to roll his eyes and merely retorted, “Would that be such a bad thing, Lt.?”

Ghost chuckled. “She’ll eat your heart out, Soap.”

“If it’s her, that doesn’t sound like a bad way to go.” He shifted his foot and tapped along the ground, loud enough for her to cock an eyebrow to acknowledge the motion. “Whatcha reading?”

She flipped a page. “A book detailing the capture, trials, and deaths of women during the Salem Witch Trials.”

Soap blinked, eyebrows furrowing together. “…Why?”

“She’s tryna figure out why they didn’t catch her back then,” Ghost chirped and her eyes rose from the page to meet his, knowing he was smirking behind that stupid mask of his.

“Don’t take the bait,” Price muttered beside her, arms crossed over his chest, and she was almost prepared to let it go. But, she also remembered that Ghost ate the last of her chocolate chip poptarts before they left.

She went back to her book and rattled off, “Ghost can’t play golf. We went to a putt-putt one time and I’ve never seen a man so competent in the art of war be so terrible at hitting a ball.”

Ghost spluttered as Soap snickered.

“He snores like an old dog and drools in his sleep.” She flipped another page. “One time we were on a mission in Baghdad, and he wasn’t paying attention and ran into a wall. Broke his radio from the impact.”

“I did not,” Ghost hissed.

“He cried watching Where The Red Fern Grows.”

“WHO WOULDN’T?!” he snapped. “SHE DIES OF A BROKEN HEART AFTER HER BROTHER!”

“One time he ate a box of fiber bars to recover from a hangover and he shit himself in the middle of the store.”

“Alright! I get it! I’m sorry!” he griped and she smiled to herself as she quieted down and went back to her book.

For a few moments, silence enveloped the group in the plane, then Soap asked, “Did you really shit yourself?”

“Shut. Up.”

[lazybutsmexy]

The Mission

Background Ghost x K9 handler!reader x Soap - K9 Dolly centered

A/N: this is related to this request, but it can be read as a stand alone.

Warnings: none! GN!Reader but they get periods.

Summary: K9 Dolly is sent on her first solo mission.

Word count: 2.1 k

This would be, quite possibly, her most important mission so far in her short life. It would be her first ever solo assignment, too. So, quite a big deal. Might lead to a promotion. Or maybe a steak dinner. She would be happy with whichever. 

Her nose twitched in the air as she peeked her head out into the hallway. Her ears were shot up straight as she scanned the area around her in earnest. 

All clear. 

Dolly stole a glance back before she left the room drowned in shadows. Her lean body allowed her to walk out without needing to push the door open any further - which was a good thing, given the fact she wouldn't be able to pull it closed again. 

Her blunt nails barely scratched the tile floor as she trotted down the hallway in the general direction of her objective. Dolly was confident in her strut, having memorized her path from the many times she had walked with Sergeant L/n in that same direction. She knew she had to cross the long hallway and make it to a big area, then another hallway, then another big, open area, enter a building, and cross yet another hallway to get to the infirmary. There she would deliver the note strapped to her collar, and guide whoever took the note back to the Sergeant's room. 

Easy peasy toy squeaky.

The echo of boot-strapped steps made her trot falter to a walk, and Dolly paid closer attention to the sound. Sergeant had said "bug-bug" which was short for "don't let any other soldier catch you or you'll get in trouble". Avoiding being caught was easy enough, she had two more running legs than anyone else on base. Avoiding being seen was the issue - it was what made her mission so thrilling. 

Dolly listened closely to the steps as they faded away, and she resumed her previous trot across the hallway. Soon enough, she arrived at the big area, where soldiers ate and the Lieutenant gave her meat scraps for some time. 

The common area was empty, although she noticed the distant clanging of pots and plates coming from somewhere on the right and- CHICKEN!

It smelled like chicken! Lunch would be chicken! Oh that was good news alright. Her nose tingled as the aroma wafted in, and her tail fanned behind her excitedly. Oh, she loved chicken! Chicken was so good, so tasty-

"...dog!"

Dog? No, chicken! 

Wait. 

Dog? She was a dog. 

Dolly's head turned to follow the voice and her eyes met the soldier that was stomping towards her. He stretched his hands to grab her and she jumped into action, ducking under his outstretched arm and booking it towards the open door.

Bug-bug!, it echoed in her brain as she sped up towards the lawn. Surprisingly, the soldier was really fast, being able to follow after her - although a couple dozen feet behind. He was shouting and giving her commands to stop. He was using the right words, the commands she had heard her whole training - but the Sergeant had given her a mission.

Dolly grew concerned, the more the soldier shouted, the more soldiers would see her, and she would eventually be caught. She had to find a way to get rid of him, and quickly. 

Her stride was firm and strong - she knew she would be able to outrun him with a bit of a push. And so she did, summoning her inner whippet she cut through the lawn like an arrow. The wind whistled past her ears and made her eyes sting a little, but she could take it - for the sake of her mission. 

Dolly took a wide turn behind the buildings, avoiding running into other soldiers who stepped away from her path in a mix of confusion and amusement. She ran around the enormous buildings until she got back to the front doors, and made a screeching halt, crawling under a parked humvee. 

The vehicle was tall enough for anyone to spot her if they crouched if just a little. But Dolly stayed still, snapping her mouth shut to hide her panting as she watched the legs of the soldier stomp away. She waited a few moments before sneaking from under the humvee and towards the building. She had to be very careful now, she couldn't risk being found and caught, she had to find the infirmary. 

Dolly pushed past the door and strutted in, the adrenaline of the chase still pumping in her system. A brief thought of being in the clear passed through her mind when she saw no one at the immediate proximity of the hallway, but something was wrong - she could feel it. she could smell it, and hear it.

It was much noisier than usual, clanking noises and grunts echoing in the air around her. It didn’t sound like an infirmary. Her uneasy steps led her to the source of the noise, a door a bit further away to the left. It was wide open, so she peered in and felt her anxiety grow.

It was filled with soldiers, lifting weights, punching sandbags, sparring against each other. It smelled of sweat and musk, and way too much testosterone. She tried to retrace her steps, bug-bug her way out of there as fast as she could, but her bum collided with something hard. 

Startled, she let out a loud yelp - effectively catching the attention of quite a few men inside the room - and turned around. Her ears were flat on her head as she looked up to see Captain Price looking down at her in amusement. 

“Ah, I did think I saw a dog running around out there,“ he chuckled, resting his hands on his hips, “I thought my eyes were deceiving me.” His voice didn’t sound angry, but Dolly couldn’t shake off the feeling of being in deep trouble. She was certainly surrounded now, she had no fighting chance. Besides, she was still recovering from her sprint earlier, so all she could hope was that he would be friendly to her. 

“Dolly?” Another familiar voice caught her attention and she whipped her head back into the room, just in time to notice Sergeant Johnny Soap walking towards her. She ducked her head a little lower, her ears remained flat, but her tail made the tiniest movement as he approached. Maybe if she looked very apologetic and showed how sorry she was they wouldn’t be so mad? “What’re you doing here, pup? Where's Y/n?”

A low whine left her throat as Soap stroked the fur on her back, and Dolly instinctively relaxed into his touch. 

“There’s something in her collar,” Ghost pointed out, approaching the group after Soap while drying the sweat off his neck with a small towel. Soap carefully reached around her collar until his fingers caught the piece of paper secured on it, and pulled it off. 

Dolly sat down and looked down dejectedly - her mission was finished, she had been caught. Her dark irises rose up at the men as the paper was unfolded, inwardly kissing her promotion - and her steak dinner - goodbye. 

Soap straightened the paper and found a note in Y/n’s handwriting, and Ghost looked over his shoulder to read it, too.

“Strong painkillers needed. Period cramps will be the death of me. Sgt. L/n.”

A short silence preceded Soap’s amused laugh, as he pocketed the note and leaned down to give Dolly an earnest scratch behind her ears. 

“Aw, you were sent on a little stocking mission, aye?” Dolly perked up and her ears shot up straight, did he understand? “You got in the wrong building, pup, the infirmary is in the next one.”

A low rumble resembling a chuckle came from Ghost, who also leaned down to give Dolly a good stroke. He then turned to Price, who hadn’t yet read the note and was eyeing them in curiosity. “I’ll go check on them, maybe Soap can aid the little scout on her task.”

“Aye, leave it to me,” Soap beamed, patting the side of his thigh and grinning at the pup, “Dolly, heel! Let’s get those painkillers, hm?” 

Dolly stood up and wagged her tail, instantly gluing her body to Soap’s left leg and looking up at him. He was good! He was going to help! 

Soap beamed down at her and led her out of the door, Ghost following them outside. Just as they stepped out, the soldier that had been trying to catch Dolly came to a stop before them, heaving loudly as he tried to catch his breath. He was red in the face, and his hair was in all directions, his uniform looked a little damp and definitely not as put together as it was when he first saw her. 

“Lieu- Lieutenant, Sergeant,” he panted in a greeting, barely keeping his body straight as he tried really hard not to wheeze in front of his superiors, “I- *pant* I’ve been trying to catch- *pant* catch the dog,” he swallowed down a cough, and Soap waited until the poor man regained a semi-normal breathing pattern before answering. 

“Well, there’s no need for that anymore, as you can see,” he reached down and rested his hand on top of Dolly’s head, who remained by his side even though she had the urge to hide behind him. 

“That dog shouldn’t be here, sir,” the soldier protested with a frown in his brow, “should be locked up.”

Ghost shared a look with Soap, before glancing back at the soldier, “this dog was sent on an errand by her handler,” the other man looked like he wanted to protest again, but he cut him off, “and by the way, this dog outranks you, private, just leave her be.”

At the man’s bewildered look, Price chimed in - he had walked out right on time to witness the exchange. “K9 agents share the same rank or higher than their handler, private, you must’ve read this in the military rule book,” the soldier straightened up as he noticed their Captain, but Price simply shot him an amused look, “K9 Dolly’s handler is Sergeant L/n, therefore this is Sergeant Dolly to you.”

“Uh, right,” the man flushed, giving his superiors an embarrassed nod, “my apologies sir, I’ll revise that.” 

Dolly simply watched as the soldier quickly saluted and scrambled away, but could practically smell the amusement in the three men around her. That relaxed her greatly under Soap’s palm. Both of them watched as Lieutenant Ghost walked towards the barracks before they resumed their walk to the infirmary. 

Moments later, Ghost found himself in front of a familiar door, opened in the slightest. He pushed it further, the hinges giving the tiniest whine and stirring Y/n from their dozing. He approached the bed, watching the blanketed lump making the tiniest movement. 

“...Dolly?” the lump groaned, and Ghost couldn’t help but smile under his balaclava.

“Wrong dog, love,” he hummed, the springs creaking a little under his weight as he sat down by their side. His hand rested on where he guessed was their back, and applied a bit of pressure as he rubbed it up and down, earning an appreciative moan, “have you eaten anything?”

“...had some water,” Y/n admitted after a few silent seconds. There was no use in lying, he would find out sooner or later anyway. 

Ghost frowned at that - he had feared it would be the case. Since Y/n had sent Dolly to the infirmary instead of going themselves, he assumed they hadn’t had the means to get proper breakfast either. “I’ll get you something proper later, ‘kay?” he promised, carefully lifting the edge of the blanket to peek at their scrunched-up face. He leaned down, pressing a clothed kiss on their clammy forehead.

Just then, his ears picked up the familiar scratch of nails on tile, and seconds later he had to pull away to let Dolly give away her share of kisses. He watched the tender scene as Soap crouched down in front of him, trying to get a peek of their face himself as he handed them a single pill and a bottle of water. 

Y/n slowly sat up, taking both and gulping the pill with a large swig of water before snuggling closer to Ghost’s warmth. Dolly watched the trio, her tail thumping against the floor as she waited for her chance to join the cuddle pile that didn’t take long to form. Soap climbed on the bed and gave her a wink, patting his lap. 

Mission: pain relief. Status: completed.

A/N2: raise your hand if you also find the fact about military dogs having ranks awesome

[janasrdhr]

This is the COD Masterlist. As shown, it features multiple tabs, each designed to facilitate navigation to the particular story of your choice. Please note that a few are yet to be introduced and updated further. Happy reading, lovelies!

⋆ Simon “Ghost” Riley

⤷ Oh baby, Oh baby ⤷ Princess? ⤷ A Night Too Young ⤷ Stay. ⤷ Hiraeth

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[chaosandmarigolds]

Ya know how everyone is like Simon is black cat energy- well, I don't deny he can be like that what I would like to counter with is black lab energy around the person he's most comfortable with

Simon, who drags you on his morning runs because he will spend the entire time talking about trucks or something boyish

ie: "And so then you gotta- baby? Why'd ya stop?"

"We-just-" heave, "Ran a fort-four miniute-" heave, "mile."

"Yeah? Cmon, six miles today."

Simon, who will do push ups before bed if he has too much energy and knows he will just toss and turn

Simon, who loops a finger in your belt loop whenever you're shopping because lord knows that man has separation anxiety

Simon, who did once hide your shoes when he knew you had to leave super early in the morning so you would be forced to wake him up to ask him where he put them

"Simon."

Hes been awake, obviously, the phone praticallly thrown at the wall when you opened the door was an indicator, "Mm, noo. sleep."

"Simon O'Donnel Riley I swear to god if you don't give my shoes right now-!"

"...I require somethin' in return."

"You birts and your taxes, 'm going barefoot."

Simon who loves intimacy, yeah sex but he likes being close, like if he squeezed you any closer he may actually break your bones on accident

Simon, who doesn't tell you this but that one time when you got the flu? he had the time of his life, normally because you're the one cleaning him up after missions, tending to his needs, and he liked being able to do the same to you

Simon, who has the worst (best) puppy eyes you've ever seen

"one kiss."

"I have a face mask on, do you want to kiss me when I look like a taxidermy panda?" You reply with a frown, book in lap and craning your neck to see your boyfriend from how he leaned over the sofa.

He blinks at your reply and the next thing you are aware of he's laying atop of you on the sofa completely trapping you under his weight, "Jus take it off if it bugs ya tha' much."

You playfully pout your bottom lip out, "But it's supposed to be on for twenty minutes. It's been ten."

"But I wan a kiss."

"But I want to have a pretty face."

Then it was his turn to playfully pout, "You have the prettiest face."

(long story short you obvious gave in cause...I would so therefore so do you <3 )

Simon, who goes from loving and doting boyfriend to scary military man as soon as he gets out of the car

Simon, who is aware you have a video of him baby talking that you took when he wasn't aware that you were recording

(yes based off that one tiktok, I laugh every time I see it)

Simon, who hates pecks but loves giving them, like this man will just hold your face and shower you with kisses for minutes on end (its his hobby or something)

Annnnyway thats it! feedback and comments, an alllll that jazz mean the world to me! <333

[suguann]

✎. simon will do this, if it makes johnny feel better.

tags. fem!reader, established relationship (simon/reader), threesome, double penetration in one hole, slight size kink, dirty talk [18+ only]

featuring. simon, soap

masterlist

Simon doesn’t share, but he makes an exception this time after his best friend’s date is a no-show, and he isn’t heartless enough to let Johnny hang out at the pub alone. Anybody will tell you: he can be a real nice guy when he wants to be.

And you don’t mind the extra company or another mouth to feed, that the flowers in the vase you put on the counter were meant for someone else, how Johnny gets flirty after his fourth beer, or— 

“Fuck, love,” Simon grunts into your shoulder when he finally eases his cock into you beside Johnny’s. “I guess you can take it like a champ, after all.”

But you hardly hear him over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears and the creaky mattress below your knees.

Johnny thumbs away your tears while you tremble above him, cupping your face to pull you into a kiss so you have something to focus on other than the feeling of being split down the middle—it takes an extra amount of effort not to clench down when you already feel like you’re about to break in two.

“Look at you,” Johnny mumbles against your lips. “Never thought you’d really let me do this.”

Then he pulls out, slick heat gripping him the whole way, and pushes deeper inside, punching a shaky breath out of you. 

He and Simon are in perfect sync, keeping you full while the other drags his cock out, only to fill you up again. It’s almost embarrassing how wet you are—at how much you like it—a hazy cloud settling over you as they use you for their pleasure.

Because Johnny’s sad, and you have a thing for making people happy.

Simon sucks little possessive marks into your shoulder and across your spine, murmuring filthy praise against your skin that consists of “sweetest and tightest pussy, my perfect little fucktoy” and “so fucking pretty.”

“That’s it.” Johnny’s voice is low and strained, barely heard above the loud squelching between your legs, but he sighs it into your mouth as he slowly comes apart. “Fuck—ah—you feel so good.”

A hand dips between you to press against your belly, where you can feel them, hot and heavy against your walls, making you squeal as a little ball of warmth travels down to your toes and all the way to the tips of your fingers. Simon fists your hair, tugging you away from Johnny so you’re looking up at him upside down. 

“So greedy that you needed two cocks to fill this soft little cunt, huh?”

You whine, unable to form an actual response outside of a few jumbled syllables, but a slap against your ass makes you whisper a shuddered yes.

He tells you to open your mouth before he spits onto your awaiting tongue, some of it hitting your cheek. When you swallow obediently, he smears what doesn’t make it across your lips with the thick pad of his thumb. 

“Don’t forget who you belong to,” he sneers, at odds with the soft way he kisses your cheek and reverently chokes on your name. Neither of you hear Johnny groaning under you as you clench down hard at the possessiveness in his voice—because at the feel of his wedding band pressing against your throat like a brand, how can you forget?

Simon doesn’t share, but this, he’ll do. Just this once because you’re already his, and he wants Johnny to know what it’s like to have a woman like you.

[shadow4-1]

I'm just imagining getting so used to physical contact from the 141 that you don't realize it's inappropriate until it's too late.

At first you shied away from them all. You gave them a good breadth of space because, well, it would be inappropriate. But eventually you acquiesced to the noogies and the funny little pats Price loves to give.

Soon enough you found yourself being aggressively head-locked by Soap and tossed around by Gaz. It's just boys being boys, it's friendly and fun. The deeper your bond the less you seem to care about their hands on you.

It isn't until one night when you're playing a little handheld game in the rec room do you think maybe everyone's gotten a lil' too comfortable. You're curled up between Soap and Ghost in one of their hoodies and some non-reg shorts. Both of their hands are splayed out on your inner thighs, one tapping, the other rubbing. Gaz comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your neck to get a good look over your shoulder.

"Catching 'em all, Love?"

[v1x3n]

toxic fwb ghost x reader x johnny 'soap' mctavish┃ navigation part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 ୨୧ tags : angst, suggestive

simon 'ghost' riley who's one of your closest friends. he soon flirts with you and then you two decide to start shagging - no strings attached. just sex, a friends with benefits situation.

you had promised, even pinky swore to never fall in love with each other, he took the rules seriously and never fell in love but you couldn't last long.

simon knew you had liked him, hell, you fucking loved him. even before the casual hook-ups, and he still went through with it all. knowing you were in love with him. he took advantage of it.

he would grab onto you and fuck you whenever, you were his outlet, he knew you would spread or bend over whenever he wanted. he was your light and best friend, you would do anything for his love. yet the love never delivered to you.

simon soon regrets his choices after he caught you talking, laughing and checking out johnny 'soap' mctavish. Simons best friend.

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[youronlydarlin]

warning: Sex pollen :), noncon/dubcon, some of them are mean on this one, horny desperate men going insane for your hole, not proofread 😭

Jus' over here havin thoughts about sex pollen infecting your favorite boy man

Finding yourself in the middle of a botched mission, you desperately try to open the door that separates you from your lover. You can hear him hacking, n coughing on the other side. N'd your sweet soul's nearly crying at the thought of what's happening to him. Is he dying !? Pink gas escapes from under the door and you don't even have the time to react before it suddenly opens.

Captain John Price who tries keep some of his composure. You must commend him for it, really. But you turn around to see if the coast's still clear and that's all it takes for his composure to break. Before you knew it you're being lifted into the air. Back pressed tightly against your Captain's chest while he holds you up with the back if your knees. He's got you in a full nelson :( And all of a sudden there's a knife in his hands. You cry out at the thought of what he could do to you but you're silenced the moment he uses it to rip an opening through your trousers, all the while he's rutting against your ass, cause he's just so pent up. Oh, you have to understand!

His dick is inside of you the moment it's freed. Tries to be considerate about it, gives you a few seconds to adjust before he's drilling into you with wild abandon. Fucks you so deep, there's a bulge in your tummy and spots in your vision. Sinks to the floor with you the moment he cums, holding you close to his chest and trying to come up with a decent enough explanation.

Simon "Ghost" Riley who let's out a loud grunt before falling on top of you. The impact makes your head spin, and it momentarily knocks the wind out of your lungs. His body crushes yours beneath the concrete floor and you don't have time to recover before the feeling of phantom hands start to roam your body. And you can no longer blame it on your fall, because your trousers are being ripped away by rough gloved hands.

Poor, little, you can't even object when he wrestles you into a mating press :( Shoving two of his thick digits inside of you with no warning. He's moving them in a scissoring motion, and you cant help but cry at the dry, and painful insertion. He's so mean!

"Shhh, puppy... 'I need this..." Doesn't even say please! Doesn't even give you a warning before the mushroom tip of his cock is breaching past your entrance. It's definitely way thicker than his fingers, and a lot more harder to get used to. He uses your bunched up knees as leverage to fuck you deeper, n deeper till your pretty eyes roll to the back of your skull.

He sounds like an animal when he cums. Growling pure filth to your ear while he grinds his dick inside you. Ready for a round 2?

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish who doesn't even wait. He was already hard as a fucking rock, hearing your cute voice cry out for him on the other side of the door. But now that it's opened, the only thing in his mind is dicking you down till your addicted to his cock.

Very impatient. You're literally like a ragdoll to him and he jus' manhandles you so you're face down, ass up :(

Shoves his fingers in your mouth while pulling your trousers down. He eats you out like a man starved. Like this was going to be his first, and last meal. Not a moment later and he's bullying your hole with his fat cock. Babbling nonsense about how fucking tight you are and how he's "waited to do this for so long". But he cums, and he cums deep.

The definition of painting your insides white.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick who looks like he's in so much pain. Unlike the other boys he tells you not to get close. He's not right in the head, can't you see that?? But you're sweet. Too sweet, and he wonders if you taste just the same. He's wetting his lips before knows it. He feels terrible. Eye fucking you while you're just trying to get him to talk about what's happening. Is he ok? He's not dying, is he? Tell me where it hurts, please.

You fret over him, and he's never felt such embarrassment in his life before. He feels bad, looking down at the massive tent in his pants. But he feels worse when he's pushing you against the wall. He's tried to hold back. Really, he did. But there's just so much a man like him can take in a situation like this. And he's trying to whisper apologies to you while he hasn't fully lost himself.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, just please....Fffuck–let me fuck you. Please..."

He's so desperate n'd whiney. As if he's not making your thighs shake and your brain into goo. He's fucking your mouth with his tongue, sturdy hands grabbing hold of your legs and wrapping them around his firm waist.

It's all too much. You're brain moving slower than your mouth can say "slow down". In a second he's got your trousers to the side, and his pants bunched up on his knees. He's shaking so much you're worried he might topple over. But he doesn't. Instead he slams his hips directly into yours. Your mouth opening in a silent scream.

He cums the moment he gets his dick in you. He's just so sensitive, ok :( And he doesn't stop at just one round, not even two. Three and his cum's leaking out of you, staining the floor and both of your thighs. Still moving his hips like a man possessed. Four, you're nearly passed out. And there's a slight bump in your stomach from where you're sure his cock, and cum is.

Head lying limp on your shoulder, you wonder how many times you've cummed already, or if this was even going to end. He smiles at you, so brightly he looks like your Kyle again. But he's kissing the side of your mouth before biting at your lips.

"Jus one more. Jus' one more, I promise..."

a/n: I literally don't know what bought this on. Are the parts where I lost motivation obvious? Yes? Ok. Fuck Some characters parts are longer than others I'm so sorry 😭 This has been rotting in my drafts for about 2 days. Hope you enjoy this more than I do 😞. Eat up, my loves!

Yours, truly,

–dolly

[mistydeyes]

what 141's military personnel file looks like

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NOTE: NOT CANON! most of the information is based off of the wiki/my medical file post

summary: So what exactly were in those dossiers Price gave to Laswell at the end of MW 2019? Here's a look into those, along with some reminders/sticky notes. Answering this ask :)

template if you’d like to try it out!

ALSO! the ages were such a headache this post did a great job explaining how confusing the wiki/some statements are so please check it out

warnings: medical inaccuracies, mention of wounds/wound care, mentions of depression, medical terminology

a/n: these came out better than i thought! also 2004 was such a bad year for Price and Ghost

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[konigsblog]

simon riley with a breeding kink...

simon ‘ghost’ riley x afab!f!reader.

cw: breeding kink, praise, afab!f!reader.

könig version | soap version (coming soon)

to say simon riley is overprotective is an understatement. he wants everybody to know that you belong to him and that you're committed and devoted to simon.

he'd be lying if he said he didn't have baby fever. he'd see families with their young children or people from his work going on leave for their pregnant wives, wanting that for himself. he wants to tend to your needs and care for you. the fantasy of fucking you until your stomach swells with your pregnancy plagues his every thought, unable to focus the entire deployment until he's finally home, insatiable and hungry for you.

it's the middle of july, the sun is bright and shining, and the sight of the sunshine glowing on you leaves simon desperate. he wants to bend you over and lift your pretty summer dress up to fuck you until you're chanting his name like a prayer, tears running down your cheeks with pleasure and delirium. 

simon pins your arms behind your back, one strong arm wrapped around your figure, holding you tightly against his chest. you can feel his bulbous, hot cock between your thighs as he lifts your dress up, the head of his thick cock leaking against your hole, easing inside slowly. you take each inch so well, stretching out your little cunt and his desires and fantasies, leaving his breathing heavy and laborious. you whimper at the wet sensation; the thickness of simon's hard dick pushesld inside your pussy leaving you trembling.

you listen to the sounds of his praise, praising you for taking his lengthy cock so well. “that’s it--attagirl. you’ll make the perfect mama, won’t‘cha?” he huffs and puffs at the sweet smell of your arousal; his thrusts are merciless and fast, leaving you standing on wobbling legs with your cunt spread open and around his girthy dick. his sounds are guttural, letting out hoarse growls and grunts, his full and tight balls leaking into your slicken cunt as you tighten around him, his creamy and thick cum fucked into your tight pussy.

simon won't be able to keep his hands off of your pregnant body, the swelling of your breasts, and your sensitivity. 🍼

[ragingbookdragon]

“Can I ask you something?” Soap inquired, sitting close enough for their legs to brush.

“Depending on what you’re about to ask me, be prepared for either sarcasm or cold ruthlessness.”

He nodded. “I can appreciate that.” Gazing at her, he asked, “Do you think you’ll live to be an old woman?”

“Define old woman.”

“Old,” Soap answered. “With grandbabes. In your old age.”

She snorted. “Oh, no. I’m definitely going to be dead by fifty.”

“Why’s that?”

“People who do what we do don’t exactly make it out alive, Soap. I know I won’t make it to die old.”

“Already prepared?”

She nodded. “My affairs are in order.”

He sat back in thought, simply staring at her. “…Will you have any regrets if you go early?”

For a moment, she was quiet, a distant yet love-longing look in her eyes as she gazed over the rim of her laptop to the Lieutenant reading over a set of blacked-out files. “Only few.”

Soap didn’t speak on it, wasn’t going to breach that barrier she and the Lieutenant had built around one another; instead, he smiled and nudged her in the side, quipping, “You’re going to have a giant regret if you go before Ghost, aye?”

She barked a laugh as Ghost looked up and glared at them. “Let me tell you something, if I die before Ghost, that means I have a limited amount of time before he gets there too to set up a room of traps for him to fall in.”

“I don’t think the big man upstairs is going to let that go.”

“Oh we’re all going to hell, Soap, there’s no doubt about that.”

“If anyone’s going to hell, it’s you, love,” Ghost remarked, going back to his files. “But only for being a witch.”

“Asshat,” she griped, throwing a pen at him, which he caught.

Soap looked between them and asked, “Why haven’t you two just married already?”

Ghost looked up and gestured at her. “I tried. Gollum ate the ring and told me to fuck off.”

“I TOLD YOU TO STOP CALLING ME GOLLUM! AND NO, YOU DROPPED THE RING OFF THE PIER!”

“It was your fault.”

“IT WAS NOT!”

Soap grinned and rose from his seat, walking off as they started arguing and Price simply rubbed his temples. “Why do you do that?”

“Because if I have to suffer a Brit and an American on the same team, I’m going to make amusement somewhere.”

[lazybutsmexy]

Bird hunting

Ghost x fem!reader x Soap

Chapter 7: Distress

Ch. 6 < Series Masterlist > Ch. 8

Warnings: NON-CON. It doesnt go all the way, but if you'd rather avoid it, skip the section between these lines **********

Summary: Canary gets a taste of what's coming to her if she doesn't find a way out.

Do not read if you're under 18. This work contains mature and triggering themes.

Word count: 3100~

Canary began stirring awake soon after they had arrived at the new location. Her sight was blurry and her head pounded like she had stuck her head in front of a jumbo jet turbine at full speed. She was swinging a little as she was being carried like a sack of potatoes, the smell of fresh, open air a short blessing before being replaced by the musty, woody smell of her new enclosure. Judging by the ground both outside and inside the building, and the strong scent of the forest permeating everything, she guessed it was a log cabin, somewhere in the woods. 

When she was finally laid down, her head started spinning again, and a weak groan escaped her lips in complaint. Her stomach felt like it had melted along with the rest of her inner organs, and everything inside of her was just a slush waiting to be expelled.She was laying on her side, and when she tried to shift, she found her body stiff as a rock, and the familiar sensation that it didn’t belong to her. 

She tried looking at the space around her, but it all looked like muddy colors to her. She still managed to see that they were in a single-room cabin, with one door at the front and one at the back, which she supposed was the bathroom. There was a window above the bed she was laying on, and a kitchenette opposite her. 

The dizziness eventually became too much for her and she shut her eyes tightly. She tried to take deeper breaths to keep her nausea at bay, swallowing a whimper at her aching lungs. She focused her drowsy senses into the sounds, trying to piece together her current situation. 

As soon as Charlie had set her down in the bed, he grabbed a chair at the foot of the bed and sat on it, lighting a cigarette and casting a glance at her feet. He realized that the burns he had made before were healing faster than he expected, and would soon have to refresh them. They couldn't take chances on her trying to run away until the transaction had been completed. 

Alan stood by the door, staring at Canary for a bit longer, before turning back and walking to the van, where Luke still sat. 

"Get a new vehicle, and get rid of this one," he instructed, his voice much calmer than the previous day. Luke nodded slowly, noticing the bags under his eyes. Alan searched into his wallet and handed him a handful of bills, "then stop by a gas station or a convenience store, get us some food and water."

"For the girl too?" Luke raised his eyebrow, stuffing the bills in the inside pocket of his jacket.

"Yeah," Alan sighed and licked his lips, and Luke unknowingly imitated him licking his own, "we have to at least keep her alive, and she hasn't eaten or drank anything since we picked her up. Make sure her meal is tightly packed, she looks smart enough to not eat anything she suspects was tampered with."

Luke nodded and started the engine again, the van rumbling to life. He leaned his arm on the open window, and almost flinched when Alan placed his hand on his forearm, leaning closer to the door. Luke looked at him expectantly, hoping the flush in his cheekbones could pass for a reaction to the early morning chill. 

"Be very careful, Luke," Alan grumbled, his eyes boring into the driver's. 

Luke let out a shaky breath as he placed his other hand on top of Alan's, giving his knuckles a discreet stroke. "I will, don't worry." He shot him a dazzling smile, and Alan stood there for a couple more seconds than necessary staring at it before squeezing his arm and finally letting go. 

From where Charlie was sitting, he had a direct view of the two men outside. He noticed how closely they talked to each other, and a chuckle rumbled in his chest as he told a slow drag of his cig. "...Those two should just kiss already." He said to no one in particular, shaking his head with a fond smile on his lips. 

He watched as the van left down the rocky road, and Alan walked back into the cabin and shut the door behind himself. He looked exhausted, and Charlie couldn't really blame him. Nothing he had planned had gone according to plan. He felt a pang of guilt in his gut, knowing that it was partially his fault. Alan had always been the one to plan their operations, and so far he had managed to keep them out of trouble. 

But now they were, and all because he lost a stupid dart. 

Charlie extended his arm to Alan, silently offering him the cigarette pack. Alan took it immediately, lighting a stick before handing him the pack again. This alarmed Charlie even more - Alan rarely ever smoked. He watched as the taller man took a slow drag of his cig before clearing his throat. “So, now what?”

Alan leaned back his head, staring at the ceiling as the cigarette dangled dangerously in his long fingers. There had been too many setbacks in this operation, and he wondered if he had been losing his touch. The fact that Charlie was still asking him what to do brought a glimmer of hope, knowing that the man still trusted his judgment. He pondered for a few more seconds, before taking his phone and glancing at something on the screen. 

“Well, we won’t have time to make a video,” he finally spoke, sounding more tired than he intended, “we’ll have to do with a few photos once the sun comes out - the lighting here is shit.” He shook the ash from his cigarette before taking another slow drag, “I’ll have to walk back to the road to send it, I barely have any service here. And once Luke is back and we’ve eaten something, I’ll go again and wait for a confirmation from our buyer.”

Charlie nodded and stared at Alan, as he leaned his head back again against the wall and shut his eyes. Charlie had managed to nod off during the trip while he was in the back of the van, but Alan and Luke hadn’t had that luxury. He licked his chapped lips in thought, before breaking the silence once again, “You should try and get some sleep,” Alan made a noncommittal grunt, and Charlie continued, “both Luke and I need you and your brain fresh and rested, after all.”

Alan couldn’t help but snort a laugh - Charlie was concerned for him? Now that was news. He finished his cigarette and stomped on the stub, before getting more comfortable on his chair. “...Wake me when the sun comes out.”

Charlie smirked and took a drag of his almost forgotten cig, “You got it, boss.” She glanced over at the woman sleeping on the bed, taking a long look at the curves of her body. Her clothed breasts, half-squished against the mattress. Perhaps if he was quiet…

Canary found the silence unnerving, as the minutes slowly passed after Blondie had apparently fallen asleep. She tried not to think too much of her thundering heart as she processed the information she had just learned. 

They had a buyer for whom they created videos or photographs, as a catalog, and later would sell the girls to. And she was their newly acquired product. 

A chill ran down her spine, knowing that it would be only a matter of time until she had no chance of escaping at all. She suppressed a nauseous shiver while wishing there was a way to wrest the effects of the drug away from her mind and body. 

Her eyes slowly peeled open, and she noticed Blondie dozing off on the chair across from her. She wondered where Baldie was, when a calloused hand clamped down on her mouth, effectively muffling her and filling her with terror at the same time. A sharp edge pressed against her throat, making her freeze in her struggle. 

“If you’re a good girl and stay quiet,” Charlie growled in her ear, licking her earlobe in the process, “you won’t get hurt at all.” 

Bullshit, Canary thought, and weighed her options in her mind. If she tried to take a bite of his hand, he could use the knife against her throat. And he had apparently killed another woman before her. She wouldn’t be able to fight him, given the fact that the drug still ran through her veins and he was - at the moment - much stronger than her physically. Her arms - which were still tied up behind her back - and legs felt like they were filled with lead, and even if she somehow managed to push him off, she wouldn’t be able to get away quickly enough. Besides, any struggle could wake Blondie up, and he may decide to join Baldie. 

With the sudden realization that there was no way out, the weight of her powerlessness hurt in her chest. She tried to blink away the angry tears pooling in her eyes, as she felt Baldie’s body pressure against her and manhandling her until she was laying flat on her stomach. The hand that was once on her mouth moved to the back of her head, fisting the roots of her hair in a tight grip and pushing her face into the mattress. 

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The new pressure on her face, added to the stiffness of her diaphragm due to the drugs, and the terror of the situation she was in, carried her into hyperventilation, trying to get any amount of oxygen into her system to keep her mind awake. Her chest heaved under her as her tears streamed freely out of her eyes, feeling the dangerous pressure of the knife slowly move from the side of her neck to the back. 

Baldie playfully ran the hilt of the knife over the skin of her nape and the prominence caused by her column, enjoying the fearful shiver that produced in the woman beneath him. He hooked the knife under the neck of her sweatshirt and hoodie, pulling back and tearing the clothes, exposing her back now only covered by her sports bra. 

He felt himself grow hard at the sight of the expanse of skin before his eyes, and he pressed his clothed erection against her ass, relishing on the way she tensed up at the contact. “Such a pretty thing,” he grumbled, leaning down once again and licking a long stripe from the top of her bra to her nape, finally moving to the juncture between her neck and shoulder, biting down with a growl, “and all mine,” he gripped her hair tighter as she tried to shake him off, the mattress muffling her whimpers, “for now, at least.”

He let out a dark chuckle, as the hand that previously held the knife left it aside and stroked her back. She flinched at the contact, her panting growing heavier in her panic as it slid down her side and snuck under her bra, groping her breast harshly. 

Canary’s face scrunched up, her entire nerves fraying at the constant mixture of disgust, fear, and rage swirling through her. Her thoughts swam in all directions as she felt that she was losing a battle she had never had a chance to win in the beginning. 

DON’T TOUCH ME. LEAVE ME ALONE. STOP FUCKING TOUCHING ME. I’LL DESTROY YOU. SOMEONE FIND ME, PLEASE! STOP TOUCHING ME. I’LL KILL YOU, I’LL KILL YOU! GET OFF ME. GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME. SIMON,, JOHNNY, PLEASE! I’LL FUCKING TEAR YOUR HANDS OFF. NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO. STOP STOP STOP STO-

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“Charlie,” Alan’s voice was stern and throaty, and Charlie stopped touching her with a startle, yet Canary couldn’t relax, still squirming under the man, “I told you to wake me when the sun came out.” 

Charlie looked up to the window, seeing that the sun had indeed come up. He leaned away from the woman, still holding her head down into the mattress as he threw a little grin at the other man, “Sorry, got distracted.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” Alan grumbled as he stretched his arms over his head with a grunt, and took his smartphone to open the camera feature, “sit her up, I’ll take some photos.”

Charlie smirked and pulled her up by her hair, chuckling at the little yelp she couldn’t hold back. She tried to jerk her head away but he held her tightly in place. He manhandled her into sitting up, the bedsheets wrinkling beneath her as she struggled - and failed - to make her legs move. 

Alan stepped closer, focusing the phone on her face. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the hateful glare she sent him, with her swollen eyes and her face red from shame, anger, and the friction against the mattress. She was still panting and shivering, but he had a feeling that if she were in any better condition, she would go for his throat. “Smile, sweetheart,” he cooed as the flash from the camera blinded her momentarily. He took a couple more photos, before pocketing his phone and heading to the door. “I’m going to send the photos to the buyer and be right back. Make yourself useful and get us something to eat ready,” and with that, he left, shutting the door behind him.

Charlie grumbled something under his breath and let Canary flop back down on the bed, and walked towards the small kitchenette, searching through the cabinets for something that was hopefully not expired.  

The cabin was left silent except for his rummaging and Canary’s heaving sounds, as she focused on keeping her sobs in - she would not give that man the satisfaction of breaking down any further. She forced herself to lay on her side, keeping her exposed back out of his sight and closer to the wall behind her. It may have been just willful thinking, but the feeling of the wall behind her gave her security, and little by little her panting slowed down. 

As she settled again and her panicked state subsided, she noticed a hardness under the wrinkled sheets, digging into her waist from beneath her. Slowly, she wiggled herself until her fingers brushed against the object, and after a few seconds, her eyes widened in recognition. 

The knife. 

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Officer Ryan Johansson was off duty, and he hated every minute of it. He despised himself for having pulled an extra shift the previous day to get a day off that day. He would have a lunch date with his fianceé's parents later that day, and so he had arranged with another officer to switch shifts. 

He loved Darla with his whole heart, marrying her was possibly the best thing that would ever happen to him in his life. But Melanie Kirk had been his best friend since the academy. Losing her in such a violent way left a mark in the entire station, but it left an abyss in him. A dull emptiness that he knew would hardly ever be filled with something else. 

Ryan had been at the crash site, but was not allowed to get any close to the car - although everyone knew they were two peas in a pod, him getting close would have only interfered with everyone else’s job. He had also offered himself to go with detective Hartford to visit her family to deliver the news. He was a familiar face to the couple just like the detective, and he held Melanie’s sister, Ruth, while she crumbled in her grief. 

His double shift had ended at midnight, but only once he had gotten home to Darla and shared the news with her he allowed himself to break down. She comforted him through the night, and even offered to reschedule the lunch with her parents. But Ryan had already gotten the word from higher up that he would not be given more shifts until the next day. 

The fact that he would not be able to participate in the search for the van and the men who killed his best friend for a whole day drove him crazy. His blood boiled at the thought that Melanie had attempted to aid in the rescue of a woman who was in grave danger, and was killed for it. 

He still remembered the way he had teased her when she had joined the evidence department instead of the active patrol like him.

“Well, since evidence guys don't tend to get in the line of fire, I won’t have to worry about your safety, Mels.”

Utter. Fucking. Bullshit. 

As the sun rose in the horizon, and he hadn’t been able to sleep a wink, too deep in his thoughts, he decided to go for a ride to clear his mind. His body was still pumping angry adrenaline, and he desperately needed a release. 

He was never one for speeding, as it didn’t tickle his brain like a long ride. Riding his bike had always been therapeutic for him. His biggest decisions were thought over and over during long rides through the forests or the countryside. On his bike he had decided to join the police instead of studying finance. On his bike he had pumped himself up before asking Darla on a date. On his bike he had decided to finally cut contact with his childhood friend. 

The rumbling of his bike as it took him through the mostly empty streets brought him to a state of calmness he hadn’t felt in hours. Deeply inhaling the early morning chilly air, Ryan was able to empty his mind and feel the mental exhaustion slowly drift away. The rage he felt hours prior was replaced with determination. 

Ryan silently promised Melanie he would do his very best to help solve her murder.

He took a turn to head back to the suburbs, eager to get home and get at least a few hours of sleep, when he noticed something that made the hairs at the back of his neck stand up.

A gray van with the license plate he had memorized the day prior was driving right in front of him, just a few meters away.

His heart pounded wildly against his ribcage and his mouth dried up. A feeble thought assaulted him, grateful for not having his reglementary weapon on him - he was ready to commit murder himself. He was sure Darla would forgive him. But it would not help Melanie, or the missing woman if he just went and killed whoever was in that van. 

Instead, Ryan stilled himself with a deep breath, and spoke loudly into his earpiece. 

“Siri, call ‘police dispatcher’”. 

A/N: I wish I could tell you that Canary's suffering ends here...

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[lxvvie]

Your fave who uses you to edge himself.

He's close. So. fucking. close. Damn near came he's so drunk off of you, but no, not yet―

Not when he needs you to cum for him again.

And so he continues, finds pleasure in the tight coil within that's fucking screaming for release, gets off to your moans, your screams, the way your body quivers because it's overstimulated, and the way you say his name...

He's close, so. fucking. close.

Fuck, baby. Bring it home for him.

Just one more time, yeah?

[chaosandmarigolds]

“No, no no, baby-baby let mama talk-“ much to your dismay your toddler already took off with the tablet down the hall with your husband on face time. With a disgruntled huff you walk down the hall and move to open the door only to falter for a moment as you hear your husbands voice.

“Takin’ care of your mum, bubs?”

“Des sir.”

“Why you runnin’ from her then?”

“Caasaaus I wanna talk to you and when mummy starts to talk to you she doesn’t share.”

A gruff laugh, “Alright alright, well what do you wanna talk about then, lad?”

You stand outside the door for a solid ten minutes before you knocked on the door and moved your son to your lap to smile down at your husband.

“Hey, honey.”

“Hey, hot stuff.”

You see him roll his eyes and you bite back a smile.

“Lad told me you’re not sharin enough.”

You playfully gasp, which triggered your sons giddy laughter, “No! Really??”

“Really!”

[soullessdianthus]

Hear me out, but imagine living in polygamous relationship with Ghost and Soap – having two military men by your side, guarding you almost like dogs, hellhounds. 

You would be their beloved sweetheart, usually sleeping in the middle, so both of them could feel your warmth and presence. Soap would be a big spoon, his bulky arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closely. Meanwhile Ghost prefers to sleep “unbothered” most of the time, but if you or Johnny cling to him during the night he doesn’t mind at all. 

Because if you and Soap get needy for Ghost’s affection and tenderness at the same time, he would roll in the middle and cradle both of you to his chest. ❤️

Can you imagine how mind blowing the intimacy would be with them? Everyone’s needs are satisfied: bodies covered in sweat, splayed between the sheets. The heavy breaths filling the room when the bliss of pleasure begins to fade away. 

[shadow4-1]

I'm just imagining being annoying as fuck and the boys decide to fuck with you back.

So they take turns throwing you around to each other. Like, at first you're squealing and flailing but eventually you realize they're not going to drop you and you just kind of give in to their strange punishment.

And, of course, Price chooses to walk into the rec room at that very moment. He just watches over his coffee cup as you're tossed around from Sergeant to Lieutenant to Sergeant.

He turns and leaves. He doesn't have time for this.