John Soap Mactavish - Blog Posts
Hey guys! New cod bot!!
Some backstory:
In this bot you and Simon are enemies, you end up falling asleep on his shoulder and when Soap tries to disrupt. Ghost quickly speaks up before soap could bother.
P.s!!!
For my dsmp and genshin fans, I have a whole lot of dsmp and a few genshin bots!
And for my cod fans, I have the bot I just linked AND I have another one for Simon riley
Which is:
SUMMARY!
You and Ghost are childhood friends, but due to college and other problems, you guys had to separate. Now you were joining the task force 141, and Simon recognized you because of the necklace you had on that he gave you.
Soap be like:
Soap:“SCOTLAND FOREVER!!!”
Price:”what.”
Using my nonexistent art skills for pride month!!
Un edited under cut!
Ghost: “Johnny..it’s pride month.”
Johnny: “What the fuc-“
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
I strongly urge any Ghost/Soap find out there to go and read through the entirety of Simple math so far, and quite frankly all of peach’s fics because they are nothing short of art.
I’m not even exaggerating when I say these fics, particularly Simple math, have made me go through so many different emotions, and the writing is just so beautiful and carefully done that It’s truly better than an awful lot of fully published books that i’ve read as of late. Simple math has to be my favourite fanfiction out there, and quite frankly, one of the best things I have ever read, And I cannot express enough how Incredible Peach is
Peach’s writing is actually one of the main things that ever got me into Call of duty in the first place, So even if you’re not an avid fan, I would strongly recommend reading some of her work. Dead Disco is the first thing I found all the way back in April of last year, and I instantly became attached to it. I had absolutely no knowledge at all of call of duty, but about 3 sentences into her writing I just kept going, Completely hooked on the amazingness of it. I started reading more about COD soon after, and ended up playing all 3 modern warfare remakes
If it hadn’t been for peach, I would’ve never really so much as considered playing Call of duty (this is coming from someone who religiously plays the Sims 4, Minecraft, Little nightmares, Stardew valley etc…) But now I’ve somehow fallen completely in love with it, and to add onto that; completely in love with Peach’s stories.
Simple math has been my favourite right from the first chapter, but that is absolutely not to say that I’m not obsessed with all of her other pieces, because I absolutely am.
If anyone is looking for something new to read, not even specifically fanfictions, I would very very much to encourage you to check out some of Peach’s pieces because they really are so beautifully done, and they produce such real and incredible emotion.
(Besides, who wouldn’t want to read about Simon Riley and Johnny Mactavish? I mean, come on, have you seen them?)
Simple Math masterlist
COD masterlist
You had a plan, but never could have anticipated… this.
Ghost/Soap/female reader - throuple fic Please read this post
AO3 / all works are 18+
Part One You meet your new patient, and his Ghost. Part Two Deep breath. Part Three " You'll be with him?" Part Four Sanctuary. Part Five Johnny tells you a secret Part Six Simon does some digging Part Seven You get caught in a spell Part Eight The rock and the hard place Part Nine Simon and Johnny make a discovery, and a promise. Part Ten Dinner date Part Eleven Welcome home Part Twelve One step forward, two steps back. Part Thirteen Confessions Part Fourteen what's in a name? Part Fifteen Try Part Sixteen Therapy Part Seventeen A shock Part Eighteen Surprise
Timeline
Musings: Original ramble Follow up Q
Moodboard and playlist
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬
Summary: In the command center, you navigate chaos as the task force tackles a high-stakes mission to stop Makarov’s sinister plan. With tension thick and comms crackling with urgency, everything spirals when a trap is sprung. As you desperately try to piece together what’s happening, silence falls—fractured by a single, devastating revelation. Now, the weight of loss presses in, and a heartfelt letter reveals truths you never dared to hope for. In the aftermath of heroism and heartbreak, you’re left to grapple with a question: how do you move forward when your heart is still on the battlefield?
Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish x Female Reader
The hum of the command center buzzed in your ears as you hunched over your console, fingers flying across the keyboard. The task force was out in the field, and as always, you stayed behind, monitoring feeds, guiding them through the chaos. You weren’t a soldier, not like them. Your battlefield was the screens in front of you, and your weapon was information.
But your heart was out there, with him.
You’d been in love with Johnny MacTavish—Soap—since the day you first met him. His humor, his energy, the way he could light up even the darkest situations. Over the years, you’d become close. You weren’t sure if he knew how you felt, but you carried it quietly, content to be near him, to hear his voice over comms, to know he was safe.
Until now.
The team had been deployed after intercepting intel about Makarov’s latest scheme: a plot to take the London Underground hostage and destroy the tunnels with explosives. The weight of the mission pressed on you as you worked tirelessly to support them from afar.
The comms were chaotic. “We’ve got eyes on the first device,” Price barked, his voice steady despite the urgency.
“Copy that,” you replied, checking the schematics. “Disarm sequence is live. Watch for a second fail-safe—Makarov doesn’t make it easy.”
Through the comms, you could hear Soap’s familiar voice, calm but focused. “Aye, lass, we’ll handle it. Keep the coffee warm for me, yeah?”
Your lips twitched into a small smile despite the tension. “Just don’t blow yourself up, MacTavish.”
Minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an hour as you listened to their progress. Then came the first sign something was wrong.
“Bloody hell, it’s a trap!” Gaz’s voice was sharp, panic lacing his words.
“What’s going on?” you asked, leaning closer to the console. Static crackled in response, and your stomach twisted.
“We’ve got company,” Price growled. “Makarov’s here. He—”
The line cut out momentarily, and when it returned, chaos erupted. Gunfire, shouting, and the unmistakable sound of a struggle filled your headset.
“Soap, disarm the bomb!” Price ordered, his voice strained.
“I’m trying, Captain, but—” Soap’s words were interrupted by a sharp crack, followed by a muffled cry.
“Soap!” you shouted, but there was no response.
More shouting. Then a single gunshot rang out, deafening in the silence that followed.
“MacTavish!” Price’s voice was raw with anguish.
Your heart stopped. The comms descended into fragmented phrases, ringing with panic. You clutched the edge of your desk, trying to piece together what was happening, but no one was answering your calls.
Minutes dragged by like an eternity before Price’s voice came through again, quieter, broken. “We’re en route back to base.”
“Is everyone...?” You couldn’t finish the question.
No response.
You bolted from the command center, racing to the front of the base. The rain was relentless, soaking through your clothes as you stood on the tarmac, watching the aircraft approach. Anxiety clawed at your chest as the ramp lowered and the team emerged.
Price. Gaz. Ghost.
Your eyes searched desperately for Soap, but he wasn’t there. Confused, you stepped forward. “Where’s Johnny?”
The silence that followed was louder than any answer. Price’s face was pale, his eyes hollow. Ghost looked away, his hands clenched into fists.
“Where is he?” you repeated, your voice trembling.
Price stopped in front of you, his expression crumbling. “He’s gone, (Y/N).”
“No,” you said, stepping back, your head shaking violently. “No, he’s not. He wouldn’t—he promised me!”
“He died protecting us,” Price said, his voice thick. “Makarov shot him. Threw me to the ground. Soap—he got back up. Fought to stop him. He saved my life.”
Your knees buckled, and you sank to the ground, the cold rain mixing with the tears streaming down your face. “No,” you whispered. “Not Johnny. He can’t be—”
“He was a hero,” Ghost said quietly, his voice uncharacteristically soft.
A hero. That word echoed in your mind, but it did nothing to dull the pain. Johnny was more than a hero. He was your light, your reason to smile even when the world seemed bleak.
In the hours that followed, you learned the details: how Makarov had ambushed them, how Johnny had been disarming the bomb when Makarov appeared. How he’d been shot protecting Price and fought to his last breath to stop the madman.
The weight of his sacrifice crushed you, and yet, through your grief, you couldn’t help but feel proud. He had always been brave, always selfless.
Later, sitting in the barracks, you clutched his dog tags in your hand, the cold metal biting into your palm. A letter rested on your lap, one Price had handed you with trembling hands. It was written in Johnny’s messy scrawl.
“ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ’ꜱ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ. ɪ’ᴍ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ, ʟᴀꜱꜱ. ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ… ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ. ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ.
ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ? ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ. ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, (ʏ/ɴ). ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ. ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ. ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ. ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ, ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ.”
The tears came hard and fast as you read his words, clutching the letter to your chest. Your hands shook as you held the letter close, his words cutting deeper than any wound. He’d been everything to you, and now he was gone, leaving only memories and a hollow ache in his place.
As you sat in the quiet, the rain still tapping against the window, you whispered, “You never know a good thing until it’s gone.”
You hadn’t just lost a good thing. You’d lost the best. And now, all you could do was carry his legacy and make sure the world never forgot the man who had been your everything.
The rain continued to fall as you sat there, clutching the letter. You didn’t know how to move forward, but you knew you had to try. For him. For Johnny.
A/N: crying because I love Johnny so much, I will never forgive Activision for killing him off. I hope this feeds you guys, I’ve been sick and haven’t been writing as much.. Remember to stay hydrated and eat plenty of food, you are loved. ❤️
Dividers by the lovely @𝑒𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠-𝑎
A little extra love (John "Soap" MacTavish)
TW: Stalking, curse words (no I do not condone this behavior, i just like reading and writing about it)
It was this shifting feeling you got when you saw him for this first time. His bright blue eyes staring down at you through his thick eyelashes, "Soap" he called himself, when he did introduce himself to you. You had just made an ass of yourself by falling Infront of everyone in the cafeteria, and here he was, helping you clean up while smiling like it wasn't a big deal.
It was weird, being really embarrassed, your entire face red, ready to cry but now it's like slithering insects running through your entire body, ready to bust open if you don't get even a slip of information about him. You use to be more rational, more concerned for yourself when you started following him around, but now, that reason is out the window.
You can't help it though! It really isn't your fault you remind yourself, he did in fact help you when no one else did. He noticed you when most people would turn a blind eye, but oh, how he was different. You knew deep down he had these wonderful feelings for you, just think about it.
He smiled at you in the hallways when he passed you, even sometimes greeting you with a wave or saying your name, you even started to notice how he started wearing your favorite colors, sometimes it was his socks, or his undershirt. But you like to think he asked around to figure out what it was so he could secretly empress you. You even took notice to how he stated getting coffee around the same time you did, no it didn't make a difference that maybe you stayed an extra fifteen minutes in the cafe, but he showed up! He showed up and everyday and that's what matters.
It started feeling really special when you started realizing what routine he had. Waking up at the same time everyday, eating a similar breakfast that you decided to take on yourself, that way you knew what kind of foods to make him when yall would be fully together. You knew that he often hanged out with Ghost, presumably his best friend, and how one of his main topics to talk about was bombs. That's how you figured out he was a demolition expert.
I mean every time you got to hear any part of his conversations with anyone it was really like he was talking to you, why else would he talk to smooth and calm if it wasn't to secretly comfort you. The real can of worms opening was when you heard about him talking about a women one day with Ghost.
Your invitation to you was finally realized, you knew he had feeling for you and were just to shy to say anything, but hearing how he talked about you to someone, it was perfect. He was ready to commit, he was ready for the next step. Now reckon he hasn't talked to you much but this meant something.....
Something like being welcomed into his room when he wasn't there. Now you know this isn't the greatest idea, but how else are you gonna make sure to be prepared for everything Soap has to offer you if you don't know him one hundred percent. Taking a look around his room you were a little disappointed, you had expected him to be neat and clean but there was clothes everywhere, and laundry undone. His bed unmade, but his desk was put together, and his wights where set together neatly. He must be so disoriented you think to yourself. Not getting to talk to you very often must be putting on a mental load for him, so you start cleaning. I mean that is what a wonderful girlfriend does. You also wipe down his desk and reorganize his papers in alphabetical order. Oh how you love him so much.
You decide sense you are officially his and you did help him clean you should get a reward right? it's only fair. So you grab a shirt that hasn't been washed so it fully smells like him. You grab a bottle of cologne and a chewed up piece of gum out of the trash to put into your mouth. You lay in between his sheets and smell him on the pillows. In the bathroom you smell his toothbrush and rub it under your nose to smell him. You apply his shampoo to your hands, letting the suds fall into the bathtub to imagine what it would be like to take a shower with him. Wrapping his towel around you and smiling to yourself.
You do hope he appreciates the effort you put into your relationship. After all, you are the only one for him.
Hope you enjoyed! I'm thinking for the next one I will maybe do it from his point of view?
Forever his 🩷Soap🩷
Some small tidbits of what I think Soap would do if he fell in love
John "Soap" MacTavish who smiles to himself when thinking of you. John "Soap" MacTavish who might or might not take a small bottle of your perfume/cologne to spray on his pillow at night. John "Soap" MacTavish who writes letters to his mother back home about the beauty that is in his life, who promises to bring them to meet her.
John "Soap" MacTavish who makes sure to memorizes your favorite songs so he can learn the words to sing them to you John "Soap" MacTavish who made Ghost promise that if push comes to shove on a bad mission, he will be there to look after you.
I hope you loved it, I am thinking of maybe doing some of these for a few other characters *kisses*
AAAAAAAAAA
I finished this piece of... ghoap 😇
I didn't forget to finish this. I just have a small problem with motivation, but I'm trying to work on it.
Soap and Ghost are almost done. A few more drawings of others and it's done
I wanted to try to draw Price his tattoos (homecoming skin), but how bad it is without good references! But for real, if you got good quality refs pls send me XD
And Ghoap bonus below :D
I promised myself that I would start using tumblr. But the truth is that too much time has passed and it's hard for me to switch to it from other social media. I don't know how the algorithm works here, I don't know how to reach new people. I'll be very grateful for a sign that you were here, maybe you will stay longer. I don't make content based on one topic, maybe this push people away from me. There will be a lot of third-party liability insurance. There will be a lot of OC here, lots of random things. And when I'm obsessed with a fandom, there's going to be a lot of drawings related to it.
Now, as you can see, a lot of sketches from Call of Duty, so if you like it, you can stay, cuz there's gonna be more.
If you wanna ask, me something, go ahead, I like to have contact with you.
What are you reading?? Part 2
A/N: So... It blew up, I didn't expect that to happen. And most of you wanted a part 2, so I made a part 2. You can find part one here.
CW: Sexual stuff. I don't know what I'm doing
Summary: After the boys find you reading a smut book, they take it upon themselves to tease you. This is the result of the boys teasing you.
After your meeting with Price your interaction with Johnny had sort of been forgotten. You still keep your book close as you walk back to your room for the evening, intent on getting some rest after the long day.
When you step into your room, you are surprised to see Johnny sitting on your bed.
"Hey, this is my room, Johnny."
Johnny hums. "I know." He motions you over and you hesitantly sit next to him. "Still got that book hey?" He snatches it from you.
"Johnny! Give my book back!"
You fight to grab it, pushing him against the bed and reaching for it. He chuckles, having you so close.
"You cheeky little-"
Johnny slips out from under you with the book. "Sorry sweetheart." He grins, his hand coming down and slapping you on the ass, making you gasp in surprise. "You've had your turn with this."
You turn around just as the door closes but you aren't sure what the hell to do. You just stare, blush forming across your face and your heart melts.
Johnny is actually just teasing you, I literally had no endgame for his... I tried to write one though
It was late when you finish your paperwork. You're tired and sore from sitting down all day despite how comfortable your office chairs are.
Finally, you signed the last piece of paper and stood, stretching out your sore muscles.
Now... Time to go try and get your book back from Price. Wouldn't that be a lecture? You hadn't forgotten what he'd said earlier, it made your heart pound in your chest.
You got to his office and knocked on the door. "Captain? Can I come in?"
"It's open."
You opened the door and slipped inside, Price had a cigar in his mouth and was idly sitting there relaxing.
"I uh... I finished my paperwork and I'd like my book back."
Price took a long drag of his cigar and looked at you. He motions you over, so you came. Price contemplates it. "Did you work hard Princess?"
Your insides drop.
"Yes Captain, I finished my paperwork." You try to ignore it but the things it did to you makes you feel utterly filthy.
John's free hand reaches your hip and strokes it with his thumb. He motions you down on his lap. Your heart flutters wildly in your chest. You maneuver to straddle him, all the heat in your stomach plunging further.
Price continues to rub your hip.
"Can't decide if you've been a good girl or not today, reading all those... Things."
You suddenly feel very inclined to make things better. Your heart leaps, leaning in and kissing his neck. "Captain." It comes out strained, trying to keep your breathing together.
Price continues to smoke his cigar as you kiss up his throat and down his collar.
He pulls you back gently and hums. "You've been a very good girl today, we all make mistakes darlin'"
"You've made daddy very happy. I think you deserve a reward."
You whine, that finally doing it too you. "Price!" You bury your head in his neck, hips pivoting and grinding against his thigh.
"Good girl. Tell me what you want sweetheart."
Your breaths come out jagged as you slide down to your knees and tug at his belt. Price chuckles.
He presses out his cigar and undoes his belt for you. You pry open his zipper and kiss along his stomach. Price's hand strokes the back of your head when you pull out his cock.
"That's it," he coos. "take daddy's cock like a good girl."
You whine, kissing his length and taking him in your mouth. His hand curls in your hair, letting you have a moment before gently guiding you down on his length.
He groans deeply, watching you choke when you reach his base. "There you go, such a good girl for daddy."
You come back up, choking on spit. He lights up another cigar while you bob your head down the Captain's length. Price watches you, tangling his fingers in your hair.
He brought you back down all the way and kept you there, watching you choke and swallow harshly. He grins and takes another drag.
Price did not let you leave his office until you had fully earned the rights to your book back in full.
I don't trust myself to write smut guys, I'm sorry if it's weird
Gaz stayed close to your ear as you read. Word after word. You read about each scene, the ideas of the lewd acts leaving an imprint on you.
Gaz's warm hands trailed down your collarbone. You tried to read, your breathing getting heavy.
"And he- Kyle-!"
Kyle kissed your lobe, hands sinking under your shirt. You whined for the touch but Gaz wasn't going to have it. "Keep reading sweetheart."
"Not like this-"
He pinches and twists your nipples. "Read it sweetheart." His tone remains smooth as honey as delicate as a flower, but his actions are commanding, telling you to read.
You gulp and keep reading, even as his hands groped and play, making your insides hurt so good.
You whimpered, shuddering when you flipped the page. Gaz's hands trailed back up your shirt and he rounded the couch. Finally you could see his handsome face in front of you.
"Kyle-"
"I doubt my name is in that book." He kneels in front of you, and you can see the bulge in his pants.
He pushes your knees apart gently with his hands and slowly pulls off your pants. You keep reading, your voice growing shaky and stumbling over words In anticipation of his next move.
Your bottom half completely exposed, Kyle moved forward, sinking two fingers into your cunt.
You gasped and moaned.
"Oh please, please Kyle-"
He slaps you gently, removing his fingers.
Tears start to fill your eyes, trying to read. Just two more pages, just two more pages. But you didn't want it to end.
You recapture your thoughts as much as you can and continue. As you as you start, so does Kyle, sinking in and pressing his tongue between your legs.
You jump, shifting your hips in excitement. Kyle keeps you steady, working you unwound so effortlessly.
You gasp and pant through your words, shaking and moaning loudly. Your thoughts begin to slur together with each stroke of his tongue.
His fingers dip into your entrance again, stretching you nicely around him while his tongue teases your clit with fast flicks.
You manage to finish the chapter and toss the book on the couch. You throw your head back and moan, pressing your hands through Kyle's hair.
"Kyle- more, more, more!!" He brings you undone so effortlessly. You rake your fingers over his scalp, canting your hips up against him in pleasure.
Kyle hums happily, sucking your clit. "Good job sweetheart." He mutters.
Everything feels hot and dizzy when you reach your limit, spasming and coming.
You pant, head heavy and empty. He laps at your spend and kisses your clit, making you jerk your hips.
Kyle kisses up your stomach. "You did so well for me sweetheart." He whispers. "Good girl."
You whimper when he leans over you, your hand coming up to stroke his cheek.
"Now, get comfortable. If you don't come a second time before they get back, I'll let them watch."
You slip into Ghost's room, the darkness making your skin crawl. The barren walls and the simple bed in the corner.
You reach the middle of the room and Ghost was back behind you, guiding you to the wall and pressing himself up against you.
"Should have known you'd come here for more."
His hand strokes your throat, pulling your head back and locking his thumb and forefinger into the sensitive spots under your jaw.
You moan, hands curling into fists against the cold wall.
"Ghost..." You whimper.
He grunts, rutting his hips down against you, holding you perfectly still like a doll. You gasp and fight for air in your lungs, your insides betraying how you should be feeling.
"You into this shit?" He asks, voice raspy against your ear.
"Please, please Ghost-"
He growls and presses you closer to the wall, his hand grabs your hip and arches your back.
Tears fill your eyes and you pull at his hand.
He scoffs. "You are into this shit."
He keeps you pressed against the wall though his hands leave you. You hear his belt buckle click and slide and it makes your heart race.
When he's ready he grabs your arm and turns you around. You look up at him, he grabs your shoulder and forces you down onto your knees.
"Ghost-"
"Shush. I didn't ask you to talk."
Tears slip down your cheeks, you inch closer and take his hard cock in your hand.
He watches you with his usual disapproving look as you take him into your mouth. You barely get halfway before you start to choke.
Ghost grabs the back of your head and forces you down. You choke and grab his thighs for support, more tears in your eyes.
He grunts. "You like this don't you? You and your weird fuckin' books."
You can't reply, trying to take Ghost as best you could.
He tugs your hair, rocking his hips against you. His hands slide down from your hair to your jaw. He cups your jaw and your neck, keeping you still while he uses you.
He went until your jaw was sore and all you could do was moan lazily.
"Fucking whore." He grunts, dragging the saliva on his cock over your bottom lip.
He forced you back up against the wall and wastes no time fingering you. It's not consistent or long, his fingers gone before you can enjoy it. He lines up his cock and is shoving into you. His girth stretches you wide and has you a moaning, melting mess. He shoves you further into the wall and your back arches. It's sloppy and his cock ruins your insides, your thoughts slurring until there was nothing left.
He kept his hand locked on your throat, watching you lose yourself with every thrust.
"Fuck-" he pounds into you, watching you writhe and whimper under him. He stretches you out and fucks you drunk on him.
And he was right, by the end of the night the story you'd read barely compared.
Alejandro came between your legs and stroked your chin. "Quieres tanto esto, ¿verdad? Quieres ser una puta sólo para nosotros."
Your bottom lip wobbles.
Rodolfo moves you out of your seat and forces you down gently onto the floor. You watch Alejandro stand over you, forced down on your hands and knees when Rodolfo leans over you.
He presses his chest to your back, hands groping your chest.
Alejandro undoes his belt and strokes your chin. It's all too much, watching Alejandro and feeling Rodolfo undoing his own gear and pulling down your pants.
"Se ve tan hermoso para nosotros como este." Rodolfo whispers in your ear.
Your heart pounds in your chest.
"Say the word amor, and we're all yours." Alejandro purred.
"Please... Please, yes." You whimper.
Rodolfo's hand pulls down your underwear, pushing two fingers into your entrance. You gasp and moan, arching into it.
Alejandro grabs your chin firmly and presses his cock to your lips. Rodolfo makes you moan, Alejandro fitting his thick girth down your throat.
Tears fill your eyes. Alejandro guides you along his cock while Rodolfo peppers your back in soft kisses, stretching you out nicely.
He is gentle with you, whispering sweet words in your ear and playfully squeezing your breasts.
Alejandro feels heat pool in his stomach watching his best friend treat you like that. "Mm, you gonna let Rodolfo ruin you?? You gonna let him use you amor?"
Your knees shake, hands balling into fists, hungry and eager.
Rodolfo retracts his fingers and lines up to you. He shares a glance with Alejandro before pushing in. It stretches and burns, his girth much thicker than you expected. And it makes you choke down on Alejandro.
They rock you back and forth. The soft front Rodolfo had put up soon gone as he pounds at an unholy pace deep inside of you.
"Fuck yes, letting us ruin you like this." Rodolfo growled. He fit you so nicely inside your walls. You come faster than you'd expected, clenching around Rodolfo and whimpering as you come.
It all went so fast, at some point Rodolfo had picked you up in his arms like you weighed nothing and slammed you down on the desk. Alejandro purring with each rough stroke, Rodolfo rocking you against the desk.
"Mira lo que le has hecho a Alejandro, puta."
Alejandro is a mess, movements frantic and desperate. He has a tight hold on your throat when he finishes, head falling back as he slows.
Rodolfo holds out, making you gasp and moan loudly before he finishes soon after, leaving you a mess. Feeling warm and destroyed.
Alejandro sees the tired hungry glazing over your eyes. He smears the last of his spend across your lips.
"You won't be needing that book back my dear." Alejandro whispers in your ear.
A/N: I don't write smut often, and not for XReaders, but I knew what I was getting into so I did my best to make you a worthy part 2 with the criteria I was comfortable with. It's a bit awkward because it's not a whole fic, but I think it's ok. And I do hope you enjoyed it. Now I'm going to go write something fluffy to reclaim my soul.
<3 <3 <3 <3
slasher!ghoap x gn!reader
first writing thing of my own, so uh! thats cool i guess yk. I think i'm happy with it? probably gonna be more than one part, i haven't decided. and i feel like i've seen other ghost and soap slasher stuff but i cant for the life of me find it. wrote this after finding a c.ai bot, the idea is not fully mine and i don't want to take full credit for it--however the writing itself is all mine :)
slasher!ghoap x gn!reader
CW: stalking, kidnapping, murder (dont do those things), no y/n only "you", while this is written for gn i wrote it in mind to lean more masc, first thing ever writing for tumblr so i'm not 100% on how to fit in here, bear with me
Thinking about Simon “Ghost” Riley and John “Soap” MacTavish being a bit crazy, a bit more fucked up than they already are. And yet so in love with each other, it was perfect, wasn't it?
About how they both retired early from the military, tired of the constant gun fire and the wear on their body’s. A man could only take so much. They move in with each other. A nice house, a backyard, basement, good sized kitchen, two bedrooms, one and a half bath. A nice house out in the countryside, away from other people but still close enough to the town.
About how maybe, one night, they see you at a bar. One you shouldn’t have been at, not that they had any idea. Or maybe they saw you at a simple coffee shop, and you didn't notice either of them as they sat in the back. Or maybe they saw you with your friends, hanging out at a nearby park on a nice day.
About how it didn't take long for both of them – without each other knowing – to start stalking you. Finding you online didn't take much time. Nor did tracking down your car, or your friend's car.
About how Simon “Ghost” Riley had your face memorized and the way you walked. How you just managed to mess up at simple things, like how you weren’t great at parking (not that he was much better), or how you bought the wrong type of milk at the store by accident. Didn’t you know how much you hated skim milk?
About how John “Soap” MacTavish had found your old instagram account, and the back up one. How he had been the first one to find your entire family tree, your old pets, your old house. How he had found what you looked like in second grade, missing your front teeth because you had ridden your bike into a parked car. Wasn’t it common knowledge?
About how they both justify what they're doing. If it was on the internet, it was free rein. And finding where you lived was just a… slight overstep… into your personal life, more than needed. No harm, no foul.
Thinking about how they bring you up to each other. A simple movie night turned to; how did you know about them? But it was resolved quickly, even faster when they both realized they both had some type of sick obsession over you. But how could they not? You're just so perfect, so nice to others. They just need you in their life.
About how they scout out your parents house, the one you're staying at right now, for a few, long weeks. They had happened to overhear your plans to invite friends over because you didn't want to stay alone in the house. A gut feeling, weird vibe, you called it.
About how a plan was put together. They wanted to have some fun with you, wanted to scare you, wanted to make sure you’d listen well. About how they waited until two in the morning for all of you and your friends to be either high or tipsy. Waited until you, alone, left the group for the bathroom. Of course they had the house layout memorized, they had been there a handful of times to grab a shirt of yours, a pair of boxers from your drawers when nobody was home. They wouldn't go in this blind now would they?
About how you had slowly walked out of the bathroom when you had noticed how quiet the house had gotten. The movie was on in the background, but something was off. How they had heard you check if the water-heater closet door was still locked, same with the garage. How they heard you make a small huh sound after you did that. About how you did the best quiet footsteps to see what your friends were up to.
About how you froze, standing still as could be when you saw they were all laying there, asleep. The faint glow from the TV didn't light the room up that well. How when you took a picture with the flash on, trying to get a picture of them looking dumb.
About how the room lit up, only for a few seconds because of the flash and you could see the pooled blood around their body’s. How you covered your mouth with your hand, the picture still on your phone, lighting up your face. Turning on the balls of your feet to run out of the house was the only smart idea – at least to you. But in the moment, did you think about how you already checked the garage was locked?
About how John “Soap” MacTavish was waiting in the garage for you, waiting for you to run past. Humans were oh-so foolish, simple minded, and easy to plan for. How he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you up and slapped a hand to your mouth, only for the behemoth Simon “Ghost” Riley to walk into the garage right behind you. No matter where you would have gone, they would have caught you.
About how Simon “Ghost” Riley took your phone, saying you won't be needing that, his accent and deep voice sending shivers down your spine as tears welled up in your eyes. How John “Soap” MacTavish handed you over to Simon “Ghost” Riley while you bit, kicked, screamed, tried anything to get out of their iron-like grip.
Careful now bunny, stay still, the scotsman whisperer, pulling his arm back before he landed a good punch to your temple, knocking you out.
a/n: constructive criticism is welcomed <3
COD men x K-9 Unit male reader
Part 1 | Part 2》》
A/n: I can speak three languages, only one of which borrow German words, so forgive me for shitty translations. I'm from the RSA, so you know. Not any of the boys hometown.
Reader works with a K-9 unit and his partner is called Mutt who is a mix breed of Alaskan Akita and Doberman(Mutt is also a service dog as reader has paranoia and C-PTSD). Readers call sign is Riot. The 141 boys needed help tracing a terrorist and John called in some favors to bring Riot and Mutt into the field. He helped the Los Vaqueros as well.
After the mission back at base, the reader interacts with the men, and they end up interacting with him.
Reader is referred to as you or Riot.
Mentions of panic attacks, anxiety attacks, C-PTSD, war, and / or war related violence. Unhealthy coping mechanisms, past trauma. Death of a family member. Torture, scars, and flashbacks.
Left: American Akita and Right: Long-haired Doberman
John Price: (740 words)
-He met you first, saw you first. Hell, he verified your file so he knew of your old teammates that turned because of the torture, and he knew of the many years you spent MIA. He also knows what you did to get out. So he keeps you close and keeps an eye on you. He's the one who needs to clear you for this recon mission. It will be his fault if another team mate goes rogue. -It only take him a few minutes to see how much you actually relay on Mutt, it takes him days to see its not reliance, no the two of you act in a cemented trust between you two. From the interactions at home base to the way you both move like a well oiled machine on the field, it doesn't take a genius to see that Mutt is a deadly force with training that makes the hound that much more dangerous. Price comes face to face with that realization when he sees just how far Mutt can throw a soldier four times their size. And Mutt came up to his thighs, mind you. -Time and space are all Price really needed to trust you completely. He knew how you acted with Mutt, and therefore, he knew how you would act around a team you trust. It doesn't take him long to see its not only Mutt who reacts to you. You react just as much based on your K-9. Price nearly shoots you when you call out to Mutt because you didn't whistle for the hound. You howled, and he could hardly tell it apart from the wild dogs he's heard out in the desert. He didn't even understand what the fuck you where doing until he heard something answer you, in the same rumbling call. It took a lot more time to get used to those kinds of noises from you. He could expect them from Mutt but not when it's you who makes them -Both of you were exhausted, been about three long days on your feet with little sleep, that's when he asks you how you make the sounds Mutt does. Hell he even starts trying to learn them just to know how you and you K-9 partner work better. "So I just cup my hands and what now Riot? I Grunt?" "No," you laugh at him, he doesn't feel patronized by it, "you hold your hands around your mouth and just bark, makes it echo like a dog." He sounded more like a mountain lion then canine when he actually gave it a try. You teach him how to pitch it up a bit, and how to drag the call out properly. "And you don't use your hand because?" "Because I'm used to it, and can make the 'echo' without my hands. I still do when I howl. Look." A few nights pass before he uses it to scare a tango shitless out side of the enemy base. He doesn't admit it but he likes 'talking' to the local wild dogs with you. He even enjoys hearing you and Mutt go off at each other because it means your both alive and still here. -Out side of the field and when you two go out to roam the town at the dead of night, he comes to see that the canine noises you and Mutt share gives you peace. The kind he used to find in cigars and smoke. He gets it, he knows that some people just have a vice. When you find him smoking alone behind his own home, he shrugs it off and blames it on the smoke detectors. He doesn't say that he stops to make your K-9 more comfortable in his home. He doesn't stop smoking but he tries to avoid it for your sake. You only corner him around a day or so to thank him. He won't admit to the red flaring up on his ears, but he tells you to drop it. -If he's ever the one who finds you when your having an attack, he will guard you. Get you safe and comfortable then he will become a gruff mother bear and be completely over protective of you. He only calms down when he sees that Mutt already does that, and he learns what can help you, what to look out for. He won't admit it though.
Simon 'Ghost' Riley: (734 words)
-Ghost didn't like you at first. or well he doesn't like anyone actually but he didn't like you. -You had a dog breed that was originally made for bear bating and he hated that he knew that. Even if you didn't get the hound because of that. Well, that and Mutt is constantly muzzled. It took you explaining it was required by law for him to try and ignore it. -But when he watches how fluidly you and Mutt work together, even seeing the raw fucking power that dog has when Mutt tackled an enemy to the ground, he starts to understand why you have to keep Mutt muzzled. Even if he didn't like it. -Simon has an ex-military dog at home so he knows how to act around an active working dog. He's the best to be around if you don't want people petting or trying to do anything really with your K-9 partner. -when at the base afterwards he sees that the dog isn't just a working dog but acts like you service dog. Everything from crowd control to doing small tasks for you on the daily. To siting between your legs when you have your back to anyone when doing a task to protect you. Mutt will even start doing this quiet sort of 'rueff' sound that will make you get out of where ever you are without any fanfare, you will just disappear. -He only finds out why a lot later. He feel kind of stupid for missing it after the fact. -Its the scars that cross your back and over your shoulders, the hitches of thick skin around your jaw. You are a torture survivor. So suddenly he gets it. Mutt is your safety, the dog wears a muzzle because your K-9 partner is also a person protection dog. -After he realized the why you stick to your partner so closely, he would begin to help Mutt protect you. He would stand ahead of you when Mutt would lay down to create space (crowd control). Ghost would watch your back and react with your partner to help you. -He takes his mask off when you two are either alone or when your are forced to show your scares he shows some of his to help you feel more comfortable. -you start to notice it, and at first you would try to stop him but eventually you just start protecting him back. You become more comfortable around him. Simon notices it to. -One day after a few days straight of being on your feet, both you and Simon end up passed out in his private quarters. Ghost wakes first to see Mutt cuddle against you and draped across him, when ever he tried to move the dog, they would just growl and to his utter amusement you growled back. -After that he gets you to 'talk' to Mutt any time he can, even on missions. - Ghost was the one who told you and Mutt to bark at each other to distract the enemy when on a recon mission. "Copy Riot, we need an in" "Need an in, copy. Any ideas for that L.t?" "Yeah, Riot go off and make some noise with Mutt" "Seriously?" "Yip, get going we need that data" You two got in, and yes you did start howling back and forth with Mutt in the echo trick wolves use. The enemy thought they were surrounded by cayotes. -When you eventually cuddle up with Ghost again, and Mutt yips or growls at you and you make the noise back, Simon will growl at you. It becomes a games between you to, even doing it as call outs outside of coms. Soap complains about wild dogs once and now Simon will get Mutt vocal just to fuck with Soap. -he starts calling you dog related nicknames, your name doesn't exist anymore. Call sign? only when necessary. You are now called with doggie names. He'll call out a, "Heh, Good boy" "Come on puppy you can speak" when you go dark on coms, or just when you don't answer him. Yes he will also say things like, "What ever you say Fido" -He makes you swear to never tell a soul that he also barks back at Mutt when you two are off duty. You caught him coping a growl when playing with Mutt once. -He gets Mutt and his las to meet. Now he also makes dog sounds with you on his down time, even without you much to his old girls delight.
John “Soap” Mactavish: (616 words)
-He loves your K-9 partner from the first time Price introduces you to the team, sure he tries to be professional but the second you let Mutt go off to play out of gear he just wants to give the hound so many pets. They are just so big and have that cute angry tilt to their face! Can you blame him. -when out on the field, he loves running with two of you on missions. The adrenaline and rush and just how much faster you two are than him. He loves it. -You end up doing it with him outside of missions after a while. Hiking out in mountains and secluded valleys, it's the first time he hears you howl with Mutt. The coyotes had started, yipping over whatever they killed lower down the ridge. Mutt, who was a few paces head, had paused to howl, without thinking you howl with them. Scares Soap but he just finds it fun. -Soap being so in love with Mutt leads to just being around you a lot. He starts learning what certain movements mean to you and your dog, how a sharp left with your hand was a call to draw back or how the shift of your stance meant to take the lead. It amazed him how well you read each other. -Then he sees how you act outside of the field, how Mutt still acted like a protector, and you kept mimicking the sounds Mutt made. Especially when you were more tired. He found it cute. Hell, he loved playing with Mutt, so when you made the hound more excited, he also got just as if not more excited. -Soap loves head scratches you find out when you two are off duty and hanging out. He's on the floor with Mutt and the hound he's cuddling wines before you reach down to comfort the dog with head scritches. You miss and pet Soap instead, beside being completely flustered, he asked you to do it again. He just starts asking you to do it more and more before you start petting him the same way you pet over your hound. -Now you start with the dog related nicknames, even over coms. Much to Soaps embarrassment and the teams delight. He nearly buckles the first time you call him a good boy, and he does when you call him a good dog. Blames it on a miss step. -He loves, loves, loves listening to you, and Mutt yap back and forth, loves even more when you go to rough houses with growls and even try pining you down one. He fails, but he doesn't care. -Soap only catches one of your attacks when it's about sun down. You're both at his place standing in the kitchen when your shoulders suddenly hitch, but you continued on as normal. Until Mutt wandered over to you, they stopped dead before making a gruff noise and jumping up onto you. Instead of getting you secluded because, of course, the hound sees Soaps house as a safe space. And Mutt will get you down, force you to sit and lower your head. "Woh, n'er knew em ta jump? Wait shit. ROIT!" He'll be right there next to you, knows what to do because of Ghosts episodes on recons. "What's it, lad? What can I do ta help 'im?" -You don't really talk about it. Sure, you explain what it was and why Mutt did that, but not the why it happened. It takes a while to admit that the scares you hide are the reason for that attack. He gets it he does, and now? Mother fucker will do dumb shit to distract you, or just talk and talk and talk. It helps, he knows it helps.
König: (764 words)
-Being a sniper, he likes the added security, the extra eyes to help watch his back. Sure, he doesn't trust you per say but he tries to be friendly none the less. -He had no idea what Mutt was trained for until he saw the both of you take down someone who made it to his vantage point. He saw how you moved like Mutt was an extension of yourself, that's how you earn his respect. -König didn't know why you had so many commands for Mutt, but most of them were cues or just situational. Most of all, the verbal commands you use are in Russian and Dutch so he can understand some of the tasks you ask Mutt to do . It kind of scares him that Mutt would know which trail was a friend and which person wasn't. He stands by that fear when he watches you set them off on a run away target. -He will only admit to himself that both you and Mutt look way to good covered in the gore from that attack. -You had to explain that that kind of training meant your partner had to be muzzled. You both get to talking that night, swapping stories of close calls, and König shyly showed you the star splattered scar on his jaw. Lifting his hood up just enough to see it before hurriedly drooping it back down. You share a few of the worse days you had as a call in search and riot guard and snippets of the scars covering your throat. -Habits begin forming. König will be a silent wall between you and crowds while Mutt would start alerting to his anxiety attacks as well. You made a joke about borrowing Mutt to him on the days off. He didn't understand the first time Mutt barked at him in a weird gruff tone before jumping up and doing it again. It's when you get him secluded and safe that you explain it to him. "Its called signaling. They can tell you when these things are going to happen or are actively happening. " "So it's to let me know?" "Yeah, for me, it's when I'm going to either for a flash back or when my paranoia forces me into a panic attack." "Flash back?" "Yes, remember that sister I told you about." -It took days for you to actually relay that story to him. How your team abandoned you, how the enemy held your sisters head above your bloody form. You explained how that caused phantom pains or flashbacks and how crippling that can be some days. -He becomes your solace after that. He would be there when you needed it. Keep people away when you couldn't look at anyone. He even began listening to Mutts alerts. He even lets you help him through the easier ones. -König called you one night when you both were off for the next few days. You could tell by the shake on his breath what was happening before he could tell you. That was when you showed him how Mutt does decompression therapy, the hound big enough to help ground him. You stayed that night, even teaching König some of the commands you use to tell Mutt how to help you. He's quick to learn them as some phrases are Dutch that you use so he can catch the meaning of some commands. -You don't call him until a long while later. It's on a mission while you two are hunkered down after a botched extraction. Or well, Mutt calls him. "Riot? Are you, Oh Scheiße! 「Shit」" "wat 「what」, ag. What can I do? Dir helfen 「Help you」, how can I help. Please let me help you. " -He ended up holding how so you couldn't hurt yourself in these attacks. It didn't feel as entrapped as you thought it would. König is so much bigger than you, but it's like he makes a physical barrier between you and the world. He helps your partner make you feel safe. It's hard to explain to anyone why your panic attacks act like that, why your mind needs pain to calm from feeling like you're dying. König will explain how his attacks can feel suffocating, and that's why his jaw and throat are so bruised most days. -Between one mission and the next, you start showing off things you and Mutt can do to him, like Mutt retrieving throne knives or how the hound can trace any sent it knows for miles. -You only bark back at Mutt one night when trapped in a safe house. Neither of you could find each other, and mutt had run off
Alejandro Vargas: (720 words)
-Learning of the terrorist stationed so close to los vaqueros' home base, Alejandro was quick to reach out. The 141 had helped him before, so he was surprised to learn of the newer recruit they called in to help them. Alejandro told Price to just bring you along. They needed the extra help honestly, as much as he refused to trust any of 141 purely on principle. They needed the help. -He met you with Ruddy on the roof of the office building, and he asked the polit to land on. When you dropped from the helicopter with the others. Mutt held to your chest before being deposited on the ground. He's seen how some of the other search and rescue units who have K-9's, but he's never seen anyone who works with their hound like you do. Alejandro is both grateful and terrified to have you fighting with him. -Seeing you and Mutt outside the field was even more intriguing. How the two of you reacted perfectly to each other, he saw a bit of himself and Rudy in the way you two work like a well-oiled machine. He tried to play nice, be kind and calm, but when shit hit the fan? He drops it. Its only been a week before you use the recall command on Mutt to level the man they needed to interrogate. Both of you were forced to hunker down in a safe house, Alejandro making the bound man walk with little success. He asked for your help not long after the son had dipped down. "Think he will talk?" "Not willingly if that file you circulated was true." "Any ideas?" "You aren't scared of loud noises, are you?" "Not really, why?" -When you said you could help, this isn't what he was expecting, but it was working. You had taken to standing behind the tied down guy, and whenever Alejandro could sound even remotely frustrated, you would call out to Mutt before the dog would lunge with a snarl or harsh bark. Scared the man shitless, and he would mumble about 'de-ablo' or 'deamons' on and off. When things got too harsh, or either of you were cornered, he watched in equal parts horror and delight as you let Mutt cull those surrounding you all. Watch as you both kill together just as well as you work together. -It eventually became a joke, the whole you being a dog or sounding like one. Even when the two of you left the safe house. Hell, he started talking to you like he would your dog. Started to tease you with the same command you used on your hound. "Come on, Roit, I know you can beg better than that." "Here, cachorro cachorro cachorro [puppy puppy puppy]!" "Such a good boy, you want a treat?" "There we go, Good perro. Now sit for me." Even saying he kept treats for when you were especially well behaved. If you didn't also start laughing along he wouldn't have kept doing it and actually started keeping 'treats' on hand for you on the late nights you two would just talk on and on about nothing and everything. -Being back at the base and left to your devices, he started asking about everything Mutt could do. He would ask if you could also do the tricks and inquire about the ones you could. "Wait cariño, you can howl?" "Yeah. Wanna hear me?" "Oh more than anything." "hhhm, maybe I'll do it later." "I'm happy to beg you, but I think you would sound better begging me, cariño." "I don't beg Alejandro." "You will. And you'll sound so good doing it." "Try me," -He loved hearing you talk to Mutt. Just waiting up at night to listen to the back and forth of barking and yips that echo across the open land. Whether from far away or not, he loved it. -Alejandro is the worst when either of you get hurt. He is the worst flirt, and he lays the dog related teasing on twice as thick. Not only is Rudy swearing him out in broken Spanish, but you don't help either. Doing anything to help him stay conscious or playing along to distract yourself from the pain. Even Mutt begins to see him as safe.
More COD Boys x K-9 unit reader 》》》》
Cant stop thinking about the COD men interaction with a K-9 unit reader who copies their K-9 partners noises.
Everything from growling with the hound to whining or even having dog like mannerisms you know?
<first part is done it!!!!>
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.
them,,,
Patched up nap
I made a Little Ghoap doodle at Work today.
Then I made dinosaurs draw it.
The Orange one is Johnny and the Brown one is Ghost.
:3
I'm desperate at this point
I'm looking for a Task force 141 with Medic!Reader Fic
I think it was Called something like team bonding but I remember the plot was Basically Reader is About to interview with Price and The Rest Accidentally kidnap them thinking they were Price as they were trying to prank him
Reader Gets put in a Car handcuffed and Manages to Escape and run into the Forest but Trips and Sprains their ankle
The Boys realized they're not Price and Bring them back to base and Reader Becomes their Medic
I'm not Great at Describing it but It's my favorite fic
If you could help that would be great <3
I have something I'd like to brag about
I MET NEIL ELLICE!!! AAAHHHHH!!!! He was so sweet and was amazing
yeah thats just paper and guli
Sgt. John "Soap" MacTavish. Another rough day, another mission
[please support me with a reblog, i really wanna be in the cod fandom circle ♥]