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this is the first drawing I'm posting of Ally on the internet, already posted on other platforms,,,,

I'm so sorry my babygirl orz ... you shouldn't be remembered like this..

more below crop (;3」∠)

she wasn't trapped there with them, they were trapped in with HER HAAHAHAHAHAHAH

(this is the first drawing I've made of this ship. there'll be more, and worse.) (stupider, if you may)

(that's if I ever get to it. lol)

aftermath

hey guys! So when I'm not posting on Tumblr, I'm doing this;

I post bots on Character AI, mostly of COD characters ( All games! Just request who you want)

I have a few examples of my bots and I'll provide links if anyone wants them

These are either song based or based off of prompts I find here on Tumblr! I post bots pretty frequently, and I find it a little more easier than writing.

Varai short stories // NSFW

CONTENT WARNINGS // NSFW, Scent kink, Breeding kink, cunnilingus, anal sex and Dacryphilia, implies multiple orgasms at some point, praise and degrading too// Female and male catered :3 // do these count as drabbles??? Ermmm

Female reader // Breeding kink, cunnilingus, and praise (Scroll down for Male reader )

192 words))

Varai, who's fucking you into the bed, a punishing pace set by your hips. Each time he rolls his hips against yours, he pushes against your G-spot, pulling moans from you. His cock is ruthlessly beating on your insides, all the more making you soaking wet. Your thighs quivered around his waist, and he brushes a hand over your stomach. " Would be nice.. if you had a baby, " He trails down and pat the end of your stomach. " ..Growing all in here. Swollen with my children. M'gonna make you full with my cum. " He growls, fingers digging into your hips as he thought for a moment, mind clouded by pleasure. " Fuck, I'm gonna breed you, bitch. It's what your body was made for. " He drawls, hips stuttering slightly as he began moving sloppily, head tilting back. You had no idea how many times you came already but your legs tightened weakly around him, urging him to cum. And he did - painting your walls white with his thick seed, filling your puffy pussy up. " Such a good girl. " He coos, thumbs rubbing your hips. You gave him a slight nod, absolutely fucked out.

(265 words)

Varai, who's positioned between your legs, looking up at you as you pull his long locks of hair, his mouth lapping at the lips of your wet sex. His mouth switches from teasing your folds to sucking gently on your clit, making you praise him. " You're doing s'good.. " You hear only a grunt and feel a puff of air on your clit, which was already swollen and sensitive from before. He shifts in his spot, obviously trying to have the best angle; he wanted to please you, so he tried. " You taste so good. " he panted, eyes lidded as he went back to working on your dripping cunt. He moved his arm to put his hand near your hole, slowly pushing a finger in while still sucking on your enlarged clit. You yank his hair a little from jerking your head back in pleasure, making his head press deeper into your warmth. He groaned softly, the vibrations swarming throughout your lower body as your hips shook. " V.. fuck, Varai, m'gonna fuckin'.. cum.. " You muttered, causing him to push another finger in, sucking a bit harder on your clit. You bucked your hips up with a desperate moan, the tight coil in your stomach snapping as you came all over his fingers and mouth, soaking them both. He slowly removed his fingers, licking what he could off of them and outside of his lips. " That was good, right? " He was always so desperate for your confirmation, as he crawled next to you and stared down, holding your hand. " Yeah, it.. it was good. " You mustered finally

Male reader // Scent kink, dacryphilia & anal, degrading // hey we even got a top reader here so. Yay

(FEM-aligned readers, please don't fetishize my works, I want to make it a space where everyone is comfortable ^_^.)

(211 words)

Varai, who thought his coffee date with you would've ended peacefully, but here you were, being fucked into the wall because you couldn't wait to tease him. Your hole ached, but always swallowed him back in with each thrust. Tea tracks were visible on your face, made all the more present by your now running tears. He wiped them away with a thumb, leaning over your back to coo into your ear. " Keep crying. ou couldn't fucking wait, huh? Fucking whore... " You could only babble and nod, having already came twice from how hard he was thrusting. He was going to town on your ass, fingers gripping it as he was so deep in you his balls slapped against your perineum. " Fucking bitch. " He muttered through grit teeth, before going on. " You learned your lesson, huh? Fucking.. wait until we get home next time. " You nodded, whimpering purely out of bliss. He panted, growling as his hips already began to move slower and deeper, cock driving into your prostate. He leaned over to stroke your cock a few times, before cumming into you himself. A minute later, he pulled out, watching his spill leak from your ass as you tried to shift and pull up your pants to leave with him.

(299 words)

Varai, who's rutting into your hand with your sweater pressed to his nose, your intoxicating scent making him all the more hard as he bites back a whimper. You had caught him stealing your clothes for this; to get off to your smell. He would probably do it again just to spite you, but for now he was learning his lesson. You jerked his cock and your own off, the sounds of him whimpering and muttering apologies pleasuring you further. " Good boy, tell me how sorry you are. " You murmur softly, thumbing his slit gingerly. " M'sorry... I'm so sorry.. " He murmured, voice a gargle as tears threatened to spill from being edged for so long. His cock was spilling precum like a water spout, desperate for release. You would only grant him that after your own, reasonably. Leaning towards his chest, you stroked yourself, a thumb covering his leaking length as you lavished attention over his buds, sucking gently and leaving bite marks around it, your hand movements getting quicker as you set bruises and bite marks over his chest and neck, his free hand gripping your hips tightly. With a groan, you let his cock be free from your hand, your own twitching and spurting white ropes of cum. You put your mouth over his tip, still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. He gratefully bucked into your mouth, only taking a few sloppy thrusts to cum down your throat, whining from his overpowering orgasm. With a whimper, he leaned on you. (If you struggled or not with holding him up is on you) " I'll never do it again.. " He murmured, clinging onto you as you played with his hair to calm him down from his high. " Good. " You would retort only a few seconds from him.

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Varai x gn reader

no warnings, all fluff :3 readers gender isn't mentioned

" I promise I have a good spot. "

Varai whispered to you, one hand on the wheel and other on your thigh. He had been murmuring to himself about taking you somewhere and you were recently dragged out the house to go now. " It better be good, " You grumbled playfully, putting a hand on his as you watched. You were a bit fearful, as he was a somewhat bad driver. Varai pulled into a spot near some grass, again, mumbling to himself. He opened his door, getting out and going towards your door and opening it for you. " Come on, love, we might miss it. " He urged softly, grasping his hand in yours.

You had stumbled along with his quick walking, groaning as he pulled you until he halted. " Sit. " and almost immediately you sat down, the tall grass brushing against your exposed arms. His hand snaked around your waist, pulling your closer until your sides pressed together, his head leaning on yours. " Look up. " He hummed softly, prompting you to tilt your head up, eyes watching the sun dip below the horizon, welcoming the moon into the now shifting skies. You silently stared, only embracing the intimate moment altogether.

" It's beautiful. "

You manage to muster, pupils darting between color overlapping color. " Like you? " Varai was terrible at compliments, but he tried. Even if he had picked them up from social media's standards of affection. " Fuckin' corny.. " You chuckled, earning a silent pout from him. " Not corny to kiss someone, yeah? " was the last thing you heard before lips pressed against yours softly before quickly retreating, Varai's eyes averting yours. You chuckled again, smiling at him. " No, it's cute. " He didn't say anything, but he grabbed your hand and pulled you up after standing himself. " Movie? " He muttered under his breath, looking down at you finally. " Sure. " You turned back towards the car, a new mission on your minds.

Having a comfortable, and fun time together.

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.”

Shitty Soap Mactavish sworker headcanons 18+ Minors DNI

• Soap never thought about pursuing sex work

•  That is, until one fateful discord call where the topic of camming was nonchalantly brought up. Ghost has a pretty successful onlyfans so Johnny annoys him with questions while Gaz streams fallout

• Johnny’s about a bag but he doesn’t think anyone would buy/interact with his content

• I mean, who would pay to see him naked? *Cough cough*

• It starts off with him posting nudes online

• At first it’s silly shit like taking mirror pics in his underwear with a febreeze bottle balanced on his hard-on like the shampoo bottle challenge

• But then his content starts to blow up because he is hung and the camera of his shitty cracked iPhone 6s he’d bought years ago and never replaced doesn’t do him justice

• His first video is him abusing THEE fuck out of a pocket pussy completed with breathy moans and a shaking orgasm

• He then removes his dick from the poor piece of plastic and lets his cum drip on his stomach

• He’s one of those guys that go viral on Tiktok every other day with comments filled like “Go check his Twitter y’all 😳”

• He’s not concerned about anonymity at all since he’s not in the military in this AU

• He’s never had a problem with getting laid but after this??? Whew

• Loves the feeling of being desired by people

• He plans on eventually buying his ma a bigger house

• If you’re dating him he’d definitely want to feature you in some videos if you’re ok with it

• He’d title his videos shit like “Football player fucks slut gf under bleachers before a game ALMOST CAUGHT!!”

• One of his most popular videos is a video of him fucking you doggy style while Ghost facefucks you

• “Look ah’ how yer takin’ mah dick. You were made for me. Nobody’s gonna fuck you like ah do” he pants, camera switching from your blissed out face to his dick pumping in and out of you. He’s mesmerized by the sight, yanking you up by the back of your neck and pulling you into a kiss before shoving your mouth back on Ghost’s dick, guiding your head as you deepthroat him.

• “Tell me how good it fuckin’ feels.”, he grunts, hips snapping into yours. The noises that come out of your mouth are incoherent and when your eyes start rolling back he grabs your face and forces you to look him in the eyes after Ghost spills his load down your throat

• He keeps fucking you even after you cum until you’re a sobbing mess. When he finishes, he does it inside you and zooms the camera in on your abused hole while you catch your breath, legs still shaking. You’re lying on your tummy as Ghost forces you back onto your knees for his turn.

• Johnny kisses you and wipes away your tears and you tell him how good you made him feel and the video ends. The comments go wild, talking about how hot you are and with the money he earns from the video he takes you on a date to the nicest place in the city and a buys you a necklace with his name on it. He still won’t replace the 6s.

• He convinces you to do cosplay content with him, often with him in faux military gear or you dressed as random video game characters he finds attractive (Soap is a fortnite sfm porn truther)

• Definitely posts dumb shit like “Happy Facefuck Friday” with a picture of you gagging on his dick, mascara running down your cheeks on Twitter.

•There’s a video or two out there of you pegging him and this boy is vocaaaaal. He’s a whimpering mess underneath you and loves it when yank his hair. This boy takes dick like a champ.

•He’s definitely done mutual masturbation shit with Ghost which eventually evolves into the both of them full-on fucking… Which then leads to you and Ghost fucking. You’re basically a throuple at this point. 

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

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

he's just a little bug guy </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

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.)

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).

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.

Litter#3 03-06-25

The parents!

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Ghost soap

The cubs!

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This is the only boy in the litter, and he looks exactly like Soap!

This one is a female looking more like Ghost.

This last one is also a female who just has a lighter shade on her paws but still has the same marking as Soap.

Oh boy...

Alex has made it!

Farah is here, and she is absolutely beautiful!

Philip Graves of Shadow Company.

He has a jackle skin, which i think is fitting for him in a way.

Finally got a lion that to me matches König!

So I did a redesign for Soap.

This is his original design.

This is his redesign!

Personally I love this design more as I feel it matches his character in the games better, but I'll let ya'll decide that so let me know whatcha think!

Ghost and Soap had their second litter of cubs

This one looks like Ghost just with a lighter coat

This one looks exactly like soap, maybe a little darker

Ghost

Price

Their son Asphalt

Crow is all grown up!

Crow is the daughter of Simon 'Ghost' Riley and John 'Soap' MacTavish.