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Could you do a König spicy headcannon? 👀

I’m sorry for taking long on this😭 I was caught up with some stuff so instead of the head-canon(which I will do), I wrote this nsfw story for you🧸(MDNI)

You were teasing König all day; sending him vidoes of your naked body tracing that small vibrator all over your swollen clit. You loved when you could get him horny at work. You know When he gets home he will work every inch of your body but it was all worth it. You placed your phone on the dresser and spread your legs wide enough for the camera to get your good spots. You placed the vibrator on your clit and continued to moan out for your husband. “König Fuckk~. You wish this was you huh? You wish you could eat this wet fucking pussy huh?” You moaned teasingly. What you didn’t know was that your husband got out of work early. While you were getting off to the small blue toy, König was standing at the doorway quietly admiring the view. As hard as he was he didn’t touch himself or even interrupted you. He just stood there watching you intensely. “AHH FUC- MHHHH BABY~” you screamed as you squirted all over the bed. You let yourself catch your breath as you smiled to yourself. “Keep going”. You heard a deep and familiar voice next to you say. You knew it was him but how? He was supposed to be at work. “By all means keep going baby. Now” he said walking up to you. Before you could say anything, König took the vibrator and sucked your juices off it. He moaned to himself and rolled his eyes to the back of his head. He loves how sweet you taste. “Fuck.” He whispered to himself. He turned on the vibrator and shoved it in your swollen cunt. “AH KÖNIG STOP!!” You screamed. You tried to move yourself away from him, but he grabbed your thigh with his free hand and dragged you back towards him. He clicked his teeth while looking down at you with those needy feral eyes. “Get your ass back here. Don’t move away from me bitch” he said while grabbing your ass harshly. You moaned from the aggressive action. You tried to catch your breath, but every time you did, he took it away with that damn vibrator. Konig took his free hand and started gently squeezing on your clit while the vibrator was shoved into you at full max. All you could mutter were whines and aggressive moans. You finally let out your cum all over your husbands hands. He took his hands and sucked your juices off of him. “Good girl. Look at you cuming for me. You gonna keep it up for me love?” He cooed at you while unbuckling his pants. “W-Why aren’t you at work?” you weakly asked. Konig let his long thick cock out of his pants. There was pre cum leaking out of his tip. The sight itself made you horny, but you knew you couldn’t take anymore orgasms. He shoved his hand on your pussy getting it all wet from your cum. You moaned bucking your hips at his hand. When his hand was wet enough, he removed it from your pussy and started jerking himself off with your cum. “You know you’re my girl right?” He teasingly asked while jerking himself off to the sight of you. You nodded your head weakly. “You know I love you right.” He said breathlessly. You moaned a yes at him. He then got on his knees and threw one of your legs over his shoulder. He used his fingers to spread your push lips. He felt himself nearly cum from the sight of it. “Squirt again for me. Squirt in my mouth”. He said kissing your lips. He took his tongue and licked all over your pussy; shoving it in and out of your hot wet cunt. You screamed his name while pulling on his hair. You felt yourself squirting all over him when he took the vibrator and placed it on your clit once again. He took his fingers and started moving them around your thigh. You watched him spell his name out with your cum. He looked at you smirking. “Next time imma spell my name on your stomach with my cum.”

GHOST NFSW AUDIO(USE HEADPHONES) MDNI

Credit: Badjhur

Full audio: https://soundgasm.net/u/Badjhur/M4F-Ghost-Stories-Riling-up-Riley

the urge to draw Ghost and Soap in matching Babygirl T-Shirts is way too high...

if i do hypothetical draw them should i add König?

hmmm

Soap, give him tea

Was on bike-gram today and the most delicious, juicest, toe curling, mouth watering, panty wetting idea:

CEO!biker!Simon Riley x Assistant reader

You're Simon Riley's new assistant and aren't used to his antics and oddities, but you do what he says nonetheless and adapt to his unusualness. He tells you to meet him outside the building in 5 with the suit you grabbed from dry-cleaning. Okay, totally normal right?

Well he pulls up, bike revving, takes off his helmet, "Hello love, glad you got my text."

OR

Maybe you take public transit home, but you missed your bus or train because you were working late. By "coincidence" hes there late too and offers you a ride home, makes you wear his helmet because your safety matters more, makes you hold him tight, relishes in how you squeeze him when he accelerates

Eventually buys a spare helmet and another riding jacket just for when you, in his words, "Need another ride, darlin'"

UGHH

Broken Beyond Bearing Masterlist

Kate delivered you, a broken unwanted beta off with four men, John, Kyle, Johnny, and Simon. Two alphas and two omegas happily mated and with no need of you. Kate calls you a wife instead, and demands they care for you to keep them from killing themselves on jobs. You had been pulled from a Scorpio facility. Scorpio removed betas of all ages from the census aimed toward a reduction of deaths in the population due to rut/heat-related deaths. What the general public didn't know is they harvested betas to accomplish this goal. It followed the trend of fewer betas being born and the reasons being given were that as a population everyone had started to evolve beyond needing a betas. Scorpio left you with a final gift; you were dying. The stipulation of playing anchor for these men was their ignorance. They wouldn't want you and didn't need you, why put your vulnerabilities in their hands? This works until they start to fall for you, one by one, and Scorpio comes to retrieve their missing property.

CW: violence will occur, flash backs to being held captive and used for medical experimenation, A/B/O dynamcis, death is a pretty normal topic in this fic

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AO3 | Masterlist

Dividers found here.

yall i fucked it up help

it looks more like an oc

im working on a kinda punk soap!!! be prepared for the final sketch to be posted soon

filler drawing until i have more ideas :((

in advance, i might do some non-cod related posts soon soooooo stay tuned ig

yall i've lost inspiration again😔 any ideas on what to post, anyone???

this is all i have to offer </3

i've had no inspiratioin since making this account, and now idk how to draw

errr so until my motivation reappears, yall are getting some ugly ass sketches

hunter-hears-all | Intro Post🎭

[General info]

I'm hunter/milo, a digital artist and writer who's new to tumblr :]

I'm Pansexual and Genderfluid, also going by any pronouns—though mostly she/they.

I post when i want to, so don't expect a post schedule lol

I am in many fandoms, but I will mostly post about COD(mostly mw2 and mw3), rdr2, and haikyuu. I may post about other things though, don't pressure me.

[things i don't draw/write about]

I don't write and draw and why:

beastiality—its disgusting. [excluding human×monster AUs]

adult×child/pedophillia

ageplay—its fine to be kinky, i just personally don't write/draw it

This list can and will get longer. Do not harass me if i won't make content about one of these.

[should you interact with my blog?]

I am fine with most people interacting.

Some posts may have darker or more suggestive themes, which may make people uncomfortabl eIf they contain such content, i'll put a warning.

If you are going to spread your misgynistic/sexist/plain rude opinions on my blog without being asked to, your comment will be removed.

[what do i support?]

lgbtqia+

furries

therianthropy

equal rights

If you arent on this list, it doesn't mean i hate you, dont attack me.

thanks for reading, i hope yall follow along ;)

dividers are from @saradika, thanks :)

CW: Kissing/mentions of it— I suppose?

This isn’t a fic or anything, I just have to get it out of my brain so I can move on with my day.

Okay so, currently being not normal™️ about Ghost’s mask.

Look, I don’t have a big thing for masks or anything — If anything it’s one of the reasons why Ghost was the last member of the 141 to click with me (that’s a story for another day, moving on) — that being said, I love love love when Ghost’s mask is used as a narrative tool.

Like, as much as it’s to keep his identity hidden, it’s obviously a way he keeps people at arm’s length, right? How can they actually know him if they couldn’t even pick his face out of a crowd?

To me, that intentionally or not puts so much weight into how it’s handled the first time he kisses someone in a fic. (Doesn’t matter if it’s Soap, a reader/self-insert, Gaz, Price, ect.) As much as I love when whoever’s kissing him flips up his mask, or gently pushes his smoke/drink/whatever out of the way— I find it so much more impactful when they kiss him through his mask.

Bonus points if he had it flipped up for whatever reason, and they gently pull it back down first.

I just—

(Not my drawing)

Because to me it’s saying, ‘I know you have walls, and I don’t know everything, maybe I never will but I love every little bit of you that you let me see anyway,’

And then, then, when the kiss breaks, if Ghost pulls his mask back up over his nose, and kisses them again? Especially if it’s slow and soft?

I’m fucking dead.

Gone.

Deceased.

Because maybe they don’t know everything about him, maybe they never will, but he’s willing to try and trust them a little bit more time and time again and they’re willing to respect that, love that he’s trying for them, and are grateful for what he does let them see. And I just—

Uuggghhh.

It’s so good. Love it so much. Eat that shit up every time, inject it right into my grey matter.

Will I go and use this in my own fics with Ghost in it? Perchance. (I will. Probably too much. It will become a thing in my stories like me kidnapping characters, or lighting things on fire, or writing characters hanging out in bars. Do I care? No. Because it’s awesome and amazing and more of y’all should join me in being not normal ™️ about it.)

How many soldiers do y’all think it would take to take down Ghost (2022)???

Five? Six? Seven???

I’m talking, all working together, and they manage to get the drop on him. (After he’s had like, a few-ish days of not sleeping well, and not eating as much as he probably needs to while on active deployment.)

Just capturing him, not like, killing him or anything. (Possibly with the help of tranquilizers/sedatives/what-have-you too?)

Help.

MDNI 18+ / ~ 2.6k words / Oneshot

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games), Modern Warfare II (2022) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Reader Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Reader Additional Tags: No use of y/n, POV Second Person, Smut, light fluff, Oral Sex, gender neutral reader, Brat John "Soap" MacTavish, A little bit anyway, Gender neutral terms of endearment for reader, Light Dom/sub, Hand Job, briefly, Soap gets most of the attention in this one folks, Light Possessive Language, Oneshot, Author Has Played Call of Duty, not well, but I did, Reboot John "Soap" MacTavish, Reader is an Operator, Desperate John "Soap" MacTavish, Not Beta Read, we die like (redacted), Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Summary:

Soap and you find yourselves in a safe house all on your own, in a rare moment free of danger, and manage to steal it for yourselves, indulging in some much needed RNR.

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"Tha's it, pet." Soap praises, his voice low and soft, a sound that's gradually been growing to be more and more of a comfort to you as of late, it mixes beautifully with the slick sound of his cock easing in and out of your mouth. He always takes his time with you when you let him have you like this, as if making sure to savour it, even his thick, scarred fingers which were tangled amongst the roots of your hair had a certain gentleness to them, amplified further by the way his other hand was caressing your cheek, the pad of his thumb tenderly brushing over the corner of your eyes, wiping away the involuntary tears that had gathered there and clung stubbornly to your lashes, before doing the same to the bit of drool that managed to escape from the corner of your mouth, and had been lazily dribbling down your chin.

Despite the way it makes your jaw twinge, getting to see the way his breathing gradually gets shallower, louder, adding to the symphony that always accompanied your intimate moments together alongside his staccato groans and grunts, made it all worth it. "Jus' like tha'." Every sound he made was nothing short of addictive, and you were determined to make it your life's mission to pull all of them from Soap's lips until you memorized them all.

Which is why you fight against his grasp to push him deeper into your mouth, until you can feel the weeping tip of his cock kiss the back of your throat, before you swallow around him. A low strangled groan forces its way out of Soap's body, seemingly startling the man himself as much as it delights you. He huffs and pulls you back up some, his hips twitch off the bunk, chasing the warmth of your mouth reflexively, as he shoots you a reprimanding look, one that didn't really come across as anything other than fond, which had his striking blue eyes — that are as vibrant as ever, even in the low lighting of the safe house, as if taking personal offence to anything that'd dare to try to hide them, and shining anyway from a mix of spite and Soap's special brand of unbridled defiance — narrowing minutely, doing nothing to hide the way they practically glinted with amusement and want. "Easy wi' tha', dinnae need ye hurtin' yerself."

You roll your eyes at him, and huff through your nose. With the tip of your tongue you follow one of the veins along the underside of Soap's cock up the length of his shaft, only to smooth your tongue right back out on the underside of his tip and running it right back down, over and over again. "Cheeky." Soap barely manages the word, his voice trailing off into another unsteady vocalization of his pleasure as his lashes flutter, fanning out when his eyes were mostly closed. That doesn't spur you to relent though. You both know that he likes it— he likes when you mouth off to him, when you walk by him brushing your hand along the small of his back, when you squeeze his arse when you know you can get away with it, when you eye him up, especially if you do it at a time where he's not allowed to immediately get his hands on you and retaliate, like during briefings.

Even with how much Soap seemed to live for you riling him up till he snapped, he never got rough about it, not unless you went out of your way to ask for him to. No, your big bad Sargent liked to keep a soft touch— even after you teased and prodded him to his limits with fleeting touches and words of filth whispered against the shell of his ear whenever they'd pop into mind, leaving him redfaced and caught off guard, often resulting in him staring at you like a puppy that just had a steak pulled out from under it as you'd go back to whatever it was you had been doing, teeth pressing against your bottom lip as you fruitlessly tried to force down your smirk.

When he'd finally break — and he always did no matter what it was that you had been doing to him — and take you over a desk, or against a wall, in the armoury, in your rooms in the barracks, or like now, on an old lumpy bunk that creaked at any and every movement, tucked away in a remote location in a safe house that was held together with little more than rusty nails and a fraying hope, with a crackling fire and the soft moonlight easing through the windows acting as your sole sources of light, he was still so fucking gentle. Touching you as if you were something delicate, or fleeting, like he thought if he moved too fast or pressed too hard you'd flit out of his touch like a startled finch, or as if you were a vase at risk of shattering into countless shards.

Keeping your hands flat, you gently smooth your palms over the tops of his thighs, savouring the way you could feel the slightest of tremours in them. His belt buckle jingles softly, hitting against itself from your fingers catching the hem of his pants. In your rush to get at him earlier you had merely pushed down as much as they had to be, leaving them quickly forgotten after the fact.

It was about time you corrected that.

Shifting on your knees, you draw back until only the head of Soap's cock remained in your mouth so that your tongue could still lap at him while giving you just enough space to fuss with Soap's clothes, an action that has Soap letting out a broken off whimper. A sound which is quickly chased by a slew of what was presumably curses, but was so enwrapped in Soap's accent — now much thicker from how worked up he was and worsened further by his budding frustration from being pent up — that you couldn't make out anything intelligible. Your hands trail lower to fumble with Soap's combat boots, pulling at the knot of the laces until it loosens, and you can ease his feet out of both of them, dropping them behind yourself to be found later. Eventually he seems to pull himself together enough for you to catch a few things, at least. "Yer nae playin' fair, pet. Cannae jus' dae this ta me." He whines rather petulantly.

Just for that, you pull off of him properly, his poor cock twitches where it lays against his abdomen, making an absolute mess of his shirt. To stop him fussing further you wrap your hand around him and lazily pump him, the quiet slick sounds filling the space between you both, as your other hand works on pulling his pants and boxers down the rest of the way, letting them fall in a heap at your knees. Soap's hips twitch up into your movements, as if trying to goad you into moving faster, but you simply use your elbow to press into his hip, keeping him down while you continue to stroke him. "You're so spoiled, you know that? Should just leave your sorry ass like this."

A proper grin pulls at Soap's lips, and he looks down at you through his lashes, with a glint in his eyes that was the pinnacle of pleased— like a puppy that had managed to charm its way into stealing an entire bag of treats. "Aye, ah ken, but ye wouldnae dare. Ye like spoilin' me, luvvy." There's just something about the way he looks above you, his chest heaving and a healthy flush darkening his skin along his cheekbones, while he's blatantly biting his bottom lip and looking at you like you're the only thing in the world worth looking at, that causes something in your chest to ache and twist in a way that shouldn't be as heady as it is.

Instead of dignifying Soap with an actual reply right away, you just grunt softly, vaguely providing him with a, "Maybe." as you hook your arm under one of Soap's knees, guiding it up so that his thigh presses against his stomach; you can feel the muscle jump under your touch. "God knows why I do, you're always such a fucking brat about it." Your protests are contrary, you know they are, especially with the way you're fisting his cock and lazily rolling your hips against the leg Soap still has firmly planted on the ground in a rather fruitless bid to take a bit of your own edge off. You spoil him because it's him, and as much as he can be a prick or a brat sometimes, at the end of the day Soap had still batted his eyes at you, and managed to sidle up to you enough that he found a nice warm place to curl up in your chest like a stray dog in a sunspot. He was a brat, a loud mouth, a bit of a know-it-all even when he wouldn't let on that he was, and he seemed to find a new way to get himself in and out of trouble every day, but god damn it, he was still your stray dog, and like hell were you going to give him anything less than every breath you took, every bit of blood rushing in your veins through your pounding heart, and every bone in your body.

You'd give him everything, because he was yours, and there was no way you'd ever let this ridiculous man forget it.

"Shite..." Soap hisses through his teeth, both his hands move to tangle in the thin sheets laid over the bunk, as the way his hips meet your hand begins to grow sloppier and more uneven. "M' nae a brat." The protest passes Soap's lips weakly, any bite it possibly could have had was dulled even further by the way his cock was practically drooling all over your hand, and the persistent groans and whimpers leaving him.

While you let it drop for now, you most certainly plan on getting him back for back-talking you later. Right now though, you have much more pressing things to pay attention to, like the way he's so visibly close to falling apart under you, his leg was trembling under your hand as his vocalizations got even more unabashed. The way the corner of your mouth lifts as you watch him is entirely involuntary; not that you do much in the way of trying to stop it from happening in the first place, mind. Hearing how Soap keeps murmuring your name doesn't exactly do much but encourage your expression and touches, especially when he practically keens as you take him back into your mouth, even if it's just the head of his cock. You're already pressing your elbow harder against his hip to keep him from lifting them too much and fucking into your mouth mindlessly; you both know that if he wanted to he could knock your arm out of the way, but even with how little blood was left in his brain he behaved and let you keep him down.

That doesn't stop him from wrapping his thick fingers around your wrist, trying to encourage you to pump his shaft faster. "Fuck, c'mon pet. M' so close ta comin', ye gotta let me. Please, please." There's a steadily growing note of desperation to his voice, the hand he still has tangled in the sheets curls tighter, pulling them hard enough that they now lay heavily askew on the bunk. As much as there's a part of you that delights in the idea of pulling back again, leaving him there heavy and aching, you can only be so cruel to him in one night, so you let him guide your hand, squeezing him just a bit tighter, if only to hear the way his voice gets rougher, a stream of words passing his lips mindlessly as he chases his finish, mostly your name intermixed with a healthy dose of 'fuck, please, yes,' and of course a slew of babbled, 'thank ye,'s over and over again.

It doesn't take long for even that to shift into 'God ah'm so close,' and 'oh ah'm gonna come in yer bonnie mouth, pet. Gonna make sure ye taste m'fer days.'

You just squeeze the underside of his knee, not like you can talk around him, besides, you didn't want to waste any extra brainpower trying to formulate intelligible words; not when you could be using it instead to memorize every little way Soap was starting to crumble under you, the muscles in his thighs jumped as his back arched off the mattress, both of his blue eyes glazing over, wide but staring up at the ceiling unseeingly, at least until they flutter closed, your name bullies it's way out of his mouth, followed by a few more curses, and some pure unfiltered praise, as his come fills your mouth in thick spurts that you're quick to swallow down before he makes a mess, or at least, so he doesn't make any more of one than he already has.

Using his hold on your wrist, he guides you unsteadily off your knees, and on top of himself, causing your legs to tangle with his own. While he lets out a soft hiss of oversensitivity when you accidentally brush against him, Soap just winds his arms around your shoulders and pulls you in even closer for a kiss, tasting himself on your tongue with a soft groan. The way he's touching you quickly lost the notable edge of desperation that had been there before, the usual gentleness taking its place. "Yer tae good 'fer me, luvvy." He murmurs, as he brushes your lips together again.

One of your hands finds its way into his mohawk, absently tugging your fingers through the strands in a bid to try to bring some order to the mussed strands, before tangling near his nape and forcing his head back, he grunts, but doesn't fight you. There's something addicting about the way he always just lets you move him about, especially with the way it makes his eyes spark, and had his breath — which had yet to return to normal — quickening once more. You were more than willing to take advantage of him tolerating this while you could. "You're not getting off that easily, MacTavish." You say in as equally as low of a tone. "I'm not done with you yet." After all, you were still worked up and aching yourself, and you well and planned on making that Soap's problem, much like he had with you.

That familiar cheeky grin returns at full force as if you had just offered Soap everything under the tree on Christmas morning. "Aye, didnae think ah'd ferget aboot ye, pet." A shocked gasp passes your lips as he abruptly flips you both over, which causes the bunk to creak in protest under your combined weight on its old springs. Your gasp is quick to turn into a soft huff of amusement as he pins you beneath him and presses close, like he's doing his best to meld you together. "Gonna take such good care o' ye, luvvy." He murmurs as he peppers your face and neck in little fleeting kisses, as if eager to please you and trying his best to love on you everywhere at once.

You can't help the way you laugh at his antics, which somehow only seems to encourage him further as his hands find your hips, dragging you closer. Rolling your eyes fondly, you use your hold on his hair to pull him back in for another kiss.

He might be a brat, and a bit of a stray, but for better or for worse, he's definitely yours.

And you wouldn't have it any other way.

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Thank you for reading!

If you have any ideas/prompts of what I should write next, feel free to comment or send me an ask. I’m open to writing more stuff with Soap, or any of the other members of the 141 (either with each other, reader, or a combination of everyone).

I'm so normal about him your honour, I swear

Soap Being Soap

First time drawing anything really for COD— and I’m super happy with how this came out. :] (I made this purely so I can have the boys as my pfp tbh, but shhhh.)

Photos I used for reference under the cut.

and this right here is basically at least half the cod fandom

little sergeant mactavish doodle

Not wrong

Please tell me you agree with me here!

Credits to original poster!

Here we go again. Favorite boys × escape room round 2.

Part 1

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after the first incident, there was a sit down. Soap shows ghost videos on how you're supposed to do escape rooms

Soap: "see love, we do puzzles and try to escape like that once we ave found the keys. This isn't a Russian prison for fucks sake"

Ghost: "well you didn't specify that. You said escape, I escaped."

Soap: "..."

Ghost: "..."

Soap: "I love you but you're a menace."

fast forwards a few months, and they are signing a waver at another escape room, one that didn't have a ghosts photo up on a ban wall like he was a wanted criminal. They are then guided to a room with a metal door closing behind them. Yes, soap got one with a metal door, a passive jab at ghost and the past incident that he was never going to live down. (Johnny has a picture on his phone of ghosts banned picture that he has saved as his home screen)

The room is nice. It's a cabin themed escape room. The room was a big living room that was nicely furnished. With mutiple deer antler mounted above the fireplace.

(Reference)

Soap: *Currently reading the clue they were given to start*

Soap: "hey ghost, I think we should-"

Ghost: *Currently punching in the 3 digit code*

Soap: "ghost, I told ye we can't just guess-"

Soap is soon cut off by the click of the lock coming undone and the box opening

Soap: "how the fuck-"

Ghost: *starts a rant on how each of the deer antler mounts had a different number of tines and that there were exactly 3 over the fire place*

Soap: "ye right-"

Soap: *still convinced that his boyfriend just guessed he reads the clue. The clue telling them to look above the fireplace.. where the deer mounts were..*

Soap: "well I'll be damned.. that's one key then. Good job si."

Soap: *is genuinely impressed since ghost didn't even read the clue yet*

Ghost: *isn't showing it but is super happy that soap is impressed*.

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That's all I got for now. The next part i may expand on more of soap being a quick thinker (since he's a demolition expert). Once again, thanks for reading and feel free to leave comments, suggestions, and constructive criticism. And cred to @shythalia who commented the metal door suggestion and @littleredhotsridinghood for telling me to write part 2.

I had a thought. I may expand on said thought later but for now I'll keep it simple. Ghoap x escape room.

It was soaps idea. Booked an escape room with his boyfriend because fuck it. They get started and ghost, bless his soul, takes the term "escape as fast as you can" far too serious.

Soap: *is fiddling with a padlock* "Aye ghost, did ye find the code-"

Ghost: *punches through the door and opens the lock*

Soap: *torn between being attracted and annoyed since there was no way in hell they weren't gonna get kicked out*

Ghost: *realizing he fucked up the second soap looked at him*

*on the way home*

Ghost: "they said escape as fast as we could-"

Soap: *interruping him* "the fuckin code ghost. We were supposed to do the puzzles an find the code ye wank."

(First post. Idk how to type out how soap or ghost speak so bare with me on this one.)

Part 2

(Yes its a repost)

Sailor Soap (normal style/my style)

I wanna do something with soap and gaz about their specific body part obsession but I can't think of anything fitting.

Like thighs or arms?? Or like voice or something?? IDK

Price is a tits guy.

No matter what tits there is, he likes them. Big or small, round or flat, women or men. If it's round and has a nipple he's there to eat it.

His beloved 141 has his favorite tits. Of course, his favorite people need to have his favorite tits.

Soap's are cute. Round and big, but not so big that it not proportional (unlike his ass, according to ghost) he likes to lick them and suck them bc, like any other part of Soap, they are extremely sensitive and when given a bit of attention, they perk alot.

Gaz are Itty bitty. They arent big, but also aren't small. They make themselves known when time comes right. Price likes to stand behind gaz and just have his hands under his tits bc, even if they aren't bonkers, they are cute and itty bitty.

Now Ghost are price favorite. They are huge, so hige that if Ghost wears something tight, you can see them bounce when he jumps or moves. They so big that price hands don't fit it whole. But Ghost is big all over in the best way possible, his tits are just the best gift ever. His nipples are also big and light pink and inverted and price loves to spend hours just trying to push them out and be perky. His tits are so big that could produce milk if worked enough (price is ready to try)

Price loves tits, but his favorites are the 141

I really like ghostprice bc for me price is ghots daddy

Ghost is an ass guy (idc what u think).

He likes to appreciate a nice, plump and soft ass, but also appreciates the small, more flat ones. But he's favorites are the perky and bouncy ones, thoses are best bc they are firm, always perky no matter what, and they bounce so nicely.

Price as a nice, plump and soft ass, with visible stretch marks and wrinkles. He's old, but his ass never deflates, maybe bc he also always makes sure to train glutes. Ghost likes to grab it like it was a stress toy.

Soap is bouncy and big. Like really big for height (soap: hey!) And bounces at every given movement. No matter what he does his ass bounces like anime girl tits, his ass defies gravity. Ghost likes to watch it bounce and likes to lay his head on it when they are relaxing.

Now gaz. Gaz is ghost favorite. It's perky and it's bouncy. It's firm but it's soft. Doesn't bounce at any moment but when given the chance it makes itself known. It's a great size to just grab (the perfect fit in ghost hand), Fits great with Gaz body. Ghost as to admit he got distracted many time when he saw gaz bending over, pants and jeans fit so well on him. Bonus points for Gaz endless collection of tongs and panties (soap is starting to wear them too and it's ghost paradise when they are together, he needs to convince price to do the same)

Ghost is an ass guy. He likes all the asses, but he's favorites are the 141.

My poly 141 is basically everyone loving gaz idc

I think we can all thank @goatgoesmbe for the brain worms abt yandere gaz now the idea is in my head and it won't come out.

So imagine this:

Gaz, sweet looking, goodie two shoes, morally good gaz, that questions Price decisions, makes disgust faces when Ghost brutalized someone, and disagrees with Soap killing tendencies.

Supposedly.

The other 141 look at him and have the urge to just... corrupt him. They want to break him bc he's so sweet and so tempting to break his morals and his good nature.

But there's something they don't know, or more like, don't notice.

Kyle is sweet. He's caring, he loves to help, he loves affection and loves to be in the army. But they don't notice the way his hands twitch when Price starts threatening people. They don't notice the way he licks his lips when blood starts to splatter while ghost is beating the shit out of someone. They don't notice the way his lips twitch to a smirk when soap talks about a kill.

Kyle went to the military to help people but also to satisfy a thirst that he couldn't stop. What's better than satisfying that thirst for blood with bad guys?

The three 141 decide to put Kyle in a situation that they think it will break the sweet gaz. Ghost pushes Kyle towards a guy that is launching an attack towards them. Kyle punches him first, the guy falls and then there's silence. Ghost thinks he went a bit too far or that the situation wasn't ideal, but then he hears laughter, small and then big. Kyle turns toward Ghost, eyes twinkling, smile big, voice sweet and excited.

" for me!? Can I?!"

Ghost was too stunned to have a proper answer that he just nodded and Kyle went wild. Blood was raining in the room, Kyle was using everything he could reach for except his gun, he was laughing and smiling, all maniac and crazy, blood was painting his brown skin.

When it was over, Kyle turned towards Ghost, all smiles and happy, he swiped a finger on his cheek, gathering the blood and then sucking it off from his finger while he rolled his eyes up and moaned around it.

"Thank you, Ghost" and left the room to keep going with their mission.

And Ghost? Well, he supported a hard on all the way to the base, jerked off, had another bc kyle was bloodied, only going slightly down when Kyle cleaned off the blood. But it came back on when Kyle whispered in his ear.

"Next time, you can fuck me over the body."

And damn, Ghost never knew that sweet Kyle could have him by the balls this way and so fast.

If u want I can do scenarios for the other two, I will gladly do it. With enough push I can always make a bigger fic...

This Kyle makes my imagination going bc he has such powerful puppy eyes I feel like he could get away from any argument just looking up at the person with those watery brown eyes. The pout isn't even needed, just the eyes.

Price: and I have to say, sergeant that was the most idiotic-

Gaz: but captain-

Price: no! You could have hurt yourself and other-

Gaz: *pulls the puppy eyes* but captain

Price: dont

Gaz:

Price: i-

Gaz:

Price: ugh okay, Kyle I will let you get away with this one

Gaz: *knowing damn well it won't be the last, kisses price cheek* thank you captain!

Soap: u ate my puddin?!!?!

Gaz: I didn't know it was yours.

Soap: yes it was! Ghost gave it to me!!

Gaz: well next time write your name on it.

Soap: I shouldn't! Besides you don't even like puddin?!?!?

Gaz: never said that

Soap: I'm gonna tell price

Gaz: *making puppy eyes* I'm sorry

Soap:

Soap: shit okay I will ask for another puddin

Ghost:

Gaz: *making puppy eyes*

Ghost:

Gaz: *intensifying it with a pout*

Ghost: *sighs* I will train the rookies

Gaz: Yay thank u ghost!!

Accepting COD rec fics bc I don't wanna go look for them honestly jsnsns I'm lazyyy

Anything, ( except reader or y/n i dont like those) specially poly 141 is very very welcome

141's Princess (Someone is flirting with Kyle?)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Soap can vouche for the following information, as someone that befriended Gaz the moment he laid eyes on him and who knows almost every deep secret.

Kyle Gaz Garrick doesn't know when people are flirting with him.

Soap knows that this is a fact, an historical one at that, because the scott was victim of such condition. It took soap saying directly that he was flriting with Gaz for 1) the man understand the situation 2) for gaz to flirt back. After that, he found out that Gaz is very good at flirting and amazing at dirty talking.

Anyways, it's more like Gaz thinks that people won't flirt with him from the start, like he knows he's not like soap, funny and sociable, he's quieter likes alone time and prefers to be in the background. Gaz became a source of quiet for soap when he needed, a silent support for Price in anxious times, and a sleep partner for Ghost when his insomnia was at it's worse. Gaz was a pillar in their little relationship and someone they treasure any time they can.

No one flirts with Gaz, and so the 141 didn't even phantom that such thing would happen, they were secure - not only because of Gaz lack of flirt detector, but because gaz was their little treasure - that no kind of that action was needed.

On this day, soap was baffled. He was siting next to price in the mess hall, food eaten just waiting for the older man to finish, they were with gaz but the man had something to do so he left early. He looked towards the entrance of the mess, squinted his eyes and-

Was that someone flirting with Gaz?

Soap was the person with the most knowledge of flirting, so he was not mistaken in his hypothesis. No, that was a man ready to use all his cards on the oblivious and polite sergeant that was his Gaz.

"Hey, Cap" Soap nudge the olders arm, making him almost choke on his food, that earned him a glare from Price, but that wasn't important "sorry! But someone is flirting with your baby" Soap said while pointing to the entrance.

"Wha-" Price looked at the entrance and there, lo and behold, a visiting sergeant that price should really know the name but doesn't remember, is standing way too close to his baby (yes, Kyle is always gonna be his baby) with a smirk, dark eyes and hands way too touchy, trying to flirt with Gaz the best he could. However, Gaz was just standing there, hands to himself polite smile that did not reach his eyes "he doesn't even realize that he's flirting with him."

"Cap, please, I told him his ass was a dessert that I wanted to taste and he said thank you, I had to tell him I was trying to flirt with him."

Price shrugs "that settles it. GAZ, COME HERE." Price called out to the sergeant, who politely excused himself from the other man to the table.

"Yes, sir?" Gaz asked sitting on the chair next to the captain, who then pulled him flush against his side.

"I was just saving you from the excessive flirting over there."

Gaz made a confused sound "flirting? Sergeant Williams wasn't flirting with me."

Both Price and Soap blinked once, twice at him, disbelief written all over their faces "aye, Gaz, kitty, you telling me that you think he was being nice out of his own violation and not chasing that ass?"

"Jesus Soap not everyone is as horny as you. And yes he was being nice, he was asking some questions about our training method and how we teach the rookies."

Price raised a brow "and the smirk, lip licking, lidded eyes, hands on your arms didn't give it away?"

"What? Soap was and is like that too! He might have been a very touchy person!"

"Gaz I was trying to get into your pants, and I'm still actively doing that"

Gaz huff and stood "you are being ridiculous! He's just being friendly! Besides he probably wants Soap and not me! Anyways, I have to go, see you on movie night in Price's room."

"We gonna have a movie night?"

"NOW WE WILL!" Gaz answered back already out of the mess hall.

Price and Soap sat there for a while, reliving that interaction that left them hopeless and amazed. Sometimes, it didn't settle on them that Gaz was oblivious to an unreachable level, but when this kind of things happened they realized all over again and celebrate their milestones because how did they snatched such oblvious prick as their boyfriend?

"That was interesting."

"Ye know what's gonna be interesting?" Soap asked, standing from his chair. Price tilted his head in answer and the scott continued "when Ghost sees that dude flirting with Gaz."

Ah. That. They forgot about that.