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pspspspsps wearing ghost’s skull shell mask while you ride him. maybe maybe soap tied with his arms behind his back and his ankles to his thighs, so you can manoeuvre him by the mohawk and his jaw (i was gonna just dm this but eh. inbox rot)

CHAR GOD DAMN 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

sorry this is very soap oriented, i just had more brain worms for that scenario 😭

18+, afab in both, mocking/condescending in ghosts, and fdom reader in soaps scenario.

i immediately imagine ghost mocking you while you’re wearing his mask, looking up at you with a wolfish grin while you grind on his cock.

your pathetic mewls getting muffled by the fabric and the skull shell while you throw your head back in ecstasy. not to mention, you’d be inhaling his scent every time you gasped and moaned. the familiar smoke and woods mixed with his natural musk flooded your nose with every breath.

“that get you all wet, doll? wearin’ my mask while you get yourself off on my cock?” he grunts, letting out a chuckle as he feels your cunt squeeze around his cock even tighter. his big hands gripped your hips almost bruisingly tight, helping you ride him.

“hm? what about the fact that it’s usually covered in blood?” another squeeze.

you’re too busy whining to give him a coherent answer. from the way you kept pulsing around his cock, he could tell you were close.

“mmm, you liked that… what about the fact that i’m always wearing it when i’m killing people?” he held your hips still and gave a particularly rough thrust into you as he said ‘killing’.

(….)

mmmm with soap, i immediately imagine him laying all tied up and naked and vulnerable on your bed 😵‍💫

he’d be all sweaty and needy beneath you as you tease him with the one thing he wants the most - you. your body. your mouth. your hands. your cunt. anything.

first, i think you’d be sitting next to his head, wearing absolutely nothing and leaving everything on display for him to look at. to yearn for.

he’d be peering up at you with big blue eyes, pleading for you to let him touch you. taste you. his muscles ripple as he pulls at his restraints.

“c’mon, please baby,” he begs. his eyes darting from your face, down to your tits that he wanted to suck on so bad, down to your cunt that he wanted to devour so bad, then all the way back up to your face.

“please, what, johnny? say it.” you take pleasure in watching him squirm as you demand him to use him words. “‘please’ you want my hands?” he already started to nod. “or ‘please’ you want my mouth?” his eyes widened and his nodding picked up.

“or… ‘please’ you want my cunt?” he immediately started begging for your cunt, words becoming almost unintelligible as they bled together into just plain lust-filled babbling. jackpot.

you were about to ask where he wanted you, if he wanted you to ride his cock or his face, but you saw him licking his lips hungrily.

face it is, you thought as you swung your leg over his head and straddled his face. you put your hands on his hard, muscular chest to steady yourself as you held a slight hover over his awaiting mouth.

“please, please, please! gimme yer cunt!” you heard him cry out muffled against your thighs, his breath fanning against your skin. “need to taste you so fuckin’ bad, mo chridhe.” my heart.

curse your weakness for his gaelic tongue. and his actual tongue.

you interrupt another muffled cry of his by giving him what he wants and lowering yourself down onto his mouth. immediately he starts devouring you like a man on death row with his last meal.

you gasp as his tongue laps along the span of your heat, licking flat against your soaked slit.

“fuck, you’re so good, baby.” you moan out, your hands flying to his throbbing cock without any thought.

his tongue dips inside your cunt and he takes his time slurping up your juices, being so fucking obscene as he devoured you.

you spit on your palm and rub it on the head of his cock, though he was already dribbling pre by the time you were done teasing him. you were able to build a steady rhythm quickly, his pre mixing with your spit letting you easily stroke his thick length. your palm rubbed the head of his cock every time you came up, then squeezing a bit when your hand met the base.

he shakes his head while his tongue was buried inside you, moaning with pleasure into your cunt. his tongue flicks to your clit over and over, before wrapping around the swollen bud and sucking.

“oh, fuck! fuck, you’re so good baby!”

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not gonna say it. but he popped into your head didn’t he

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Headcanons of the 141 and their nagging injuries.

Price: Arthritis, primarily in his hands. Knobby knuckles and stiff fingers. They're bigger than they should be, and he's so calloused he can move the wood around in a fire without feeling the heat in his finger tips. Doesn't mean he doesn't like seeing them all slick and wet inside you, or cupped around your soft and delicate skin.

Ghost: His hips, by default of his stature alone, but some genetics too. He groans when he stands up. Whether you hear it or not. He lumbers when he walks, and he feels every step, but he doesn't complain. He thrusts like every motion doesn't cause him pain. He'd gladly push himself as far as he's able, just to see the pleasure on your face.

Gaz: His eyesight. He won't admit to needing help, but there's a glare in his peripheral that won't quit. A flash of light that can be distracting, it gives him a blindspot. You sneak up on him sometimes, and he flinches so subtly you don't even notice. But he instantly knows it's you, and he shows you how thankful he is. Every time.

Soap: His knee. He twisted it funny once when he was a lad, and his skipper told him to walk it off. It's never been right since, but he barely notices anymore. Whether he's hoisting furniture around your flat, squatting at the gym, or pummeling you against the wall, he'll bear all the weight, and then some, with a off hand joke, and a blissful grin.

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The Kilt Stays on | John “Soap” MacTavish x AFAB/Female!Reader

Summary: You and Johnny attend a wedding together. You fuck. That’s it. Fluffy Smut. W/C: 3,657 [AO3] Warnings: semi-public sex, car sex, fingering, praise, the kilt stays on, unprotected PiV (no mention of BC, wrap it up in real life folks), established relationship, idiots in love, confessions, voyeurism, voyeuristic badgers. Thank you @noxturnalpascal and @angelofsmalldeath-codeine for doing beta and proofing work for me <3 ILU.

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“Johnny!” You call from the hotel bedroom as you smooth down your dress, letting out a heavy sigh as you look yourself over in the mirror for what must have been the hundredth time this morning.

“What’s up, hen?” Soap asks as he pushes the door open with a broad palm. You look over your shoulder and your heart skips a beat as you see him in his finery.

He’s wearing a kilt in his family tartan, poppy-red with differing shades of blue interlocking in the traditional weave. His matching Fly Plaid affixed on his left shoulder, accenting his black kilt jacket and waistcoat as it flows over his shoulder and down his back.

A black bowtie dangles loosely from his neck where he’s clearly tried and failed multiple times to tie it himself. Your eyes wander down to the sporran and you can’t help but wonder if Johnny had followed tradition to the letter and forgone underwear.

“I need help with my zip,” you say as you catch his bright eyes looking you up and down in a perfect mirror to your wandering gaze.

“Funny,” he says with a chuckle as he closes the distance and lets his hands trail up your sides, “I need a hand with my tie, how ‘bout we do a trade?”

His fingers skirt up to your ribs and you sigh, leaning back against his hard form as he reaches around to cup your breasts gently. His mouth finds the side of your neck as his stubble scrapes delightfully against your skin.

“Johnny,” you moan as he hums contentedly, sucking softly as he noses against your neck, “Come on, stop fooling around, we’ve got a wedding to get to.”

“Mmm,” he hums as he teases his tongue against you, trailing his hot mouth up until his teeth sink into the soft flesh of your earlobe, “Not like it’s our wedding, ‘can afford to be late.”

“MacTavish,” you whine as he slides his right palm down over your sternum, sweeping over the curve of your stomach, “I mean it.”

“I know, hen,” he growls against the shell of your ear as he slowly retreats his thick fingers from your body, “You just look so bloody good.”

The metallic slide of your zip being pulled taut brings you back to your senses as you look at Johnny in the mirror. The pair of you are a picture, a glimmer in each of your eyes, you smile at him before turning to help him with his tie.

“You look rather handsome yourself,” you admit, looking him up and down as you finish up his tie, “Even if you shouldn’t be wearing a dirk in public, Johnny.”

“It’s ceremonial,” he protests as you lean down to snatch it from his sock.

“Yeah?” You challenge as you inspect the blade with your thumb, the scrape of the sharp blade against the grain of your fingerprint proves your point, “It’s an offensive weapon, John.”

“Aye,, do you have to say John like that?” He pouts and you hand him the blade, handle towards him, “Besides, I am an offensive weapon, blade or nae.”

“I know you are,” you roll your eyes playfully as he reseats the knife into its sheath, “Save it for the reception, yeah?”

“Anything you say, love.”

~*~

You’re swaying on the dance floor, shoes long discarded, as tiny feet rest atop your own. The flower girl, Anna, is one of the few kids still awake, her bouncy curls swaying with every movement as you move her around.

“You have a good day?” You ask as you smile down at the young lady, she’s one of Gaz’ nieces and she took a shine to you from the moment the wedding reception kicked off.

“The best,” she says with a big yawn, the events of the day finally catching up with her it seems, “I ate so much food.”

“Me too sweetie, me too,” you say as you cast your gaze around the pavilion. It must be late, most guests have left, and Gaz and his bride absconded at least an hour ago.

“Think it’s time for you to head to bed,” you hear Anna’s dad say from behind you and you slowly spin around, Anna’s little feet still glued to yours.

“But, dad!” Anna groans in protest but when she looks up at you, she’s met with a raised brow.

“I think your dad knows best, kid,” you say with a soft smile, “But thank you for the dance.”

“Thanks for looking after her,” her father says with tired eyes.

“No bother,” you wave him off as you hear a loud roar of laughter from a table behind you, “I’ve got a Scotsman to send to bed, so wish me luck.”

Anna’s dad gives you a sympathetic look before scooping her up into his arms and carrying her off to bed. You slip your shoes back on before scanning the nearly empty pavilion for Johnny.

You turn to see a throng of familiar faces sat at a table near the far edge of the marquee. Price and Simon are shaking their heads as Johnny splays out in a chair, kilt draped across his lap as he looks over at you. The moment he sees you, he downs the last of the amber liquid in his glass before mumbling something to the other men. You watch a blush spread up the back of his neck as Simon says something you don’t quite catch. You almost don’t want to know.

“Hey,” Johnny says with a slight slur to his voice as he wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you firm against him as he presses his lips to yours.

You gasp as his tongue darts across your bottom lip, your arms loop around his neck as you lick into his mouth. He groans at your dominance as you taste whiskey and cigars. You press your front against his, smiling at the jingle of his sporran as he pulls back to look down at you with lust-blown eyes.

“Take me to bed, lass?” He whispers as he rubs his nose against yours.

A sharp wolf whistle form Price jolts you out of the moment and you flip him off over Johnny’s shoulder, just as you hear Simon yell “Get a room!”

“Should do as we’re told,” Johnny chuckles as he presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, “I’m not one for disobeying orders.”

“You’re a terrible liar, Johnny,” you say with a sigh as you step out of his embrace, holding your hand out to him with a sly smile on your face, “But yes, for once, do as you’re telt.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“God, I hate it when you call me that,” you say as you pull your phone out of your purse, booking a taxi as you lead Johnny through the venue’s gardens.

“Force of habit, lass,” Johnny chuckles as he wraps his arm around your shoulder, “Strong women are my weakness.”

The crunch of loose stones beneath your feet and the soft calls of owls fills the silence as you lean against him. As ever, he’s positively radiating heat, keeping you warm from the chill of the night air. He smells of the aftershave you bought him for his birthday, mixed with the tang of cigars and whisky and his own natural musk. You breathe him in as you feel your chest flutter, you’re in love with John MacTavish, you’ve known it for a while now. But never have you felt it more in this moment, alone under the stars, walking along a moonlit garden path.

“Hey, Johnny?” You say, voice barely above a whisper as your phone vibrates, alerting you that the taxi is waiting for you at the end of the path ahead.

“Aye?” He turns his head to look at you, cerulean eyes swimming with affection as his lips turn up into an instinctive smile.

You want to tell him now, profess your love to him under the starry sky.

“Thank you for asking me to come to the wedding,” you chicken out last minute, and he gives you a look, as if he knows that’s not what you were going to say.

“I mean,” Johnny says ponderously as he scratches his stubble with his free hand, “Ghost already had an invitation, so I couldn’t exactly ask him…” He trails off, face neutral, as you narrow your eyes at him.

But any anger quickly melts away as you see the smirk threatening to break out on his face the longer you scowl.

“You’re a right pain in the arse sometimes, John,” You huff as you give him a taste of his own medicine, shrugging off his shoulder as you stride ahead, waving at the taxi driver as you make a beeline for the car.

“Aw, hen,” he calls after you as he quickly matches your pace, grabbing you by the wrist and spinning you to face him, “Dinnae fash, I was kidding.”

You fall into his arms, pliable and willing as you grin up at him. The worried knot in his brow eases as he realises your ruse.

“You’re a devil,” he growls as he cups your cheek with his right hand, framing the side of your face as he dips his head down, “You know you mean the world to me,” your name slips from his lips, and you nod slowly.

“I know Johnny,” you whisper, “I know.”

Your lips fuse together and your arms loop around the back of his neck as you let him claim your mouth with his tongue. His free hand presses flat against the base of your spine as he holds you to him.

It’s heavy, charged with emotion as you feel the scrape of his coarse facial hair on your skin. Your tongues slide over one another as you groan into Johnny’s mouth. The beep of the taxi’s horn cuts the moment short.

You part, lips swollen and glistening as you pant into each other’s mouths.

“C’mon, Johnny, I need you,” you whisper against his lips as you glance towards the car, “And I’m not letting you fuck me in a bush again.”

“C’mon, it wasn’t so bad,” Johnny chuckles, but relinquishes his grip on you, instead keeping his hand at the small of your back as he guides you to the cab, “Besides, I thought being peeped on by a badger was kind of hot.”

“You’re gone in the head, Johnny,” you laugh as you let him open the door for you, “I’ve never been able to look at badgers the same again.”

Johnny simply shakes his head as he chuckles, shutting the door behind you before walking around to the driver’s side window. You arch an eyebrow as he whispers something to the guy in the front seat before handing him a handful of notes.

“Johnny MacTavish,” you say with accusation in your tone as he slips into the seat next to you, “What on earth-?”

You yelp as he pulls you onto his lap in one swift motion, you feel heat prickle over your cheeks as you feel his bare thighs on your own.

“Shh,” he coos as you feel his hands push up the fabric of your dress, bunching it up around your hips, exposing your lace panties to him, “Driver’s happy for us to fool around, just no getting come on the seats.”

“Johnny!” You slap his chest in admonishment as you look down to see his kilt bunched up around his thighs, his cock erect and leaking as he grins up at you, “This is so wrong.”

“Tellin’ me this doesn’t get you even a little wet, hen?” He hums as he trails his broad hands back down to your knees. His thumbs swirling patterns up your inner thighs as you feel the car lurch forward. You tremble above him as you feel arousal licking through your veins like fire.

“You know it does,” you whisper, not wanting to make too much noise with the driver directly behind you, “Christ, Johnny.”

You whine as his hands find their way back up to the apex of your thighs. His coarse thumbs brushing against either side of the drenched fabric of your panties as your eyes roll into the back of your head. You brace your hands on his shoulders as you lean forward, foreheads pressed together as you slowly relax.

“There you go,” Johnny whispers as he brings one hand up to take your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “Such a good lass,” he says, his voice thick with desire as he slips his free hand under the flimsy lace.

You gasp as he slips two fingers through your slick folds, bumping over your clit rhythmically as you bite your lip.

“Kiss me,” he commands in a hoarse whisper, and you moan into his mouth as he slides his fingers from your chin, wrapping his hand around to the back of your neck. He pulls you down to crash his lips into yours as his middle and ring finger ease the gusset of your panties aside.

“Johnny,” you pant into his mouth as his thick digits ease into your tight cunt, “Fuck.”

“Shh,” he hushes as he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, pulling just hard enough to make you whine, “Y’take me so well, gorgeous,” he growls before pressing his thumb down hard on your clit.

You feel like your body is on the brink of shattering as you vaguely register the dark, peaceful countryside outside the windows blurring into the bright lights of the city.

You’re almost at the hotel.

You grasp for Johnny’s cock, your fingers ghost along his precome smeared tip for a second before he snatches your wrist, letting go of your neck as he tuts at you.

“Not yet,” he admonishes you as he moves your sticky fingers to rest on his Fly Plaid, “Can’t risk coming until we’re out of the cab.”

“Fucking need you, Johnny,” you whine as you feel the way your walls clench around his thick fingers, you’re so close.

“Come like this for me,” he says with a hum as he swipes his thumb back and forth over your swollen bud, “Hurry babe, we’re almost there.”

You kiss Johnny, a flurry of tongues and teeth as you add to the friction by fucking yourself on the digits impaled in you. Your teeth knock against his as you come hard, a desperate whine escaping the back of your throat as he continues to pump his fingers up into you.

“Good girl,” he coos in your ear as you drop your head to his shoulder, “Good fucking girl.”

“We’re here,” the gruff voice of the cab driver makes you yelp, like ice water sliding down your spine as you remember where you are.

“Thanks, Drive,” Johnny says cheerily, as if his fingers aren’t currently sliding out of your cunt. He pulls your panties back into place with a wolfish grin on his face as you feel the tips of your ears burning with embarrassment and arousal.

“Y-yeah,” you breathe shakily as you slide off Johnny’s lap, “Have a good night.”

The driver scoffs noncommittally as you clamber out of the cab, your panties clinging to your drenched folds as you stumble onto the pavement.

“You’re an absolute menace, MacTavish,” you hiss as you watch him awkwardly adjust himself under his kilt. The tenting material beyond conspicuous without underwear to keep his cock contained.

“Yeah, and you fuckin’ love it,” he purrs as he slaps your ass, “Come on, let’s get moving, I might get arrested for public indecency like this.”

“Fucking hell,” you laugh as you push him inside, the two of you giggling as the clerk at the front desk raises an eyebrow at you both. She quickly notices the tenting in Johnny’s kilt and smirks before winking at you. You grin back sheepishly before pressing the call button for the elevator.

Johnny pushes you through the doors as soon as they open, pinning you against the back wall as his lips find your neck.

“Looked fuckin’ stunning tonight,” he rasps against your skin in between wet drags of his tongue and hard sucks against your pulse point that threaten to leave marks, “Was at half-mast most of the damn day, d’ya know how hard that is to hide in a kilt?”

His tone is feverish as he nips at your earlobe, groaning as you trail a hand up his thigh, feeling under his kilt.

“Isn’t that what a Sporran’s for?” you ask with a groan as you finally wrap your hand around his length. Soft, velvet foreskin gliding under your touch as you pump him slowly. You don’t care that you’re still a few floors from your room, there’s even a little thrill at the thought someone might walk in.

“Sassy fucken’ mouth,” he growls as he nips at your jaw, his stubble catching on your skin as you press your cheek against his.

“You love it,Johnny,” you whine as you feel the elevator shudder to a halt, two floors before yours.

The doors glide open, and you look on in horror to see a group of men in their twenties appear before you.

“Take the next one!” Soap barks as he looks over his shoulder, you catch the fire in his eyes, and you can’t help but shiver at the way his body presses harder against you. It’s possessive, protective, as he bucks his hips into your hand. The doors close again as you hear the hollers of encouragement from the young men as the elevator continues its ascent.

You arrive at your floor, stumbling out together with breathy giggles and barely concealed groans. You fall over the threshold of your room, mouths fused together as Johnny kicks the door closed behind you.

You fall back onto the freshly made bed and pull Johnny down on top of you, parting your legs wide, granting him access as he practically crushes you into the mattress. He starts to pull off his jacket and Fly Plaid, but you stop him. Your hands circling his wrists as he looks down at you with exasperation.

“Fuck me like this,” you breathe as you lower his hands down to your hips, “Keep the kilt on.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice, love,” he groans as he yanks your panties down and off, flinging them somewhere in the room before lining himself at your core.

“Fuck me, please, Johnny,” you plead as he runs his tip through your drenched folds.

“So fucken’ wet,” he groans as he bumps your clit with his tip before guiding it back to your entrance, “Didn’t know you were such an exhibitionist, hen.”

“Jonny, please,” you mewl as you buck your hips up, pushing his tip inside you.

“So needy,” he rasps as he buries himself inside you in one desperate thrust.

You cry out at the stretch; you’re impaled on his thick length and your vision blurs at the edges as he splits you open.

“Touch yourself, hen, I’m not gonna last long,” Johnny growls as he falls forward, elbows either side of your head as he captures your lips in his.

You moan into his mouth as he slides his tongue past your lips, licking into your mouth as he drags his thick cock almost all the way out before snapping his hips back down into you. You slip your dominant hand down to your clit and rub at the swollen bundle of nerves in earnest as he pounds into you at a desperate pace.

“Looked so fucken’ sexy today,” Johnny rambles in your ear as he pulls back, gasping for air as he locks eyes with you, “Couldn’t stop imagining you impaled on this cock.”

The wet sound of skin slapping against skin fills your ears as you feel the burning heat rip down your spine as your orgasm builds. Johnny’s breath is hot on your face as his pace begins to falter, he’s close. You redouble the pressure on your clit as you chase your own release.

“Where’d you want me?” He pants as he ruts into you with erratic, devastating force.

“Inside Johnny, fill me up,” you beg and that does it.

You feel the tight twist in your navel as you come hard, your cunt squeezing hard around Johnny’s cock as he buries himself deep inside you as he comes. You scream as you feel euphoria wash over you, the hot pulse of Johnny’s come coating your walls has you floating as your back arches off the bed.

You wrap your ankles around his waist as you pull him in closer, making him groan in your ear as he collapses on top of you.

“Fuck,” you breathe as Johnny’s weight presses down onto you, almost suffocatingly heavy as you press soft kisses to his temple.

“Yeah, fuck,” he responds breathily as he nuzzles into your neck.

Eventually you peel yourselves apart, making sure to pee and wash up before diving under the covers and nestling against Johnny’s chest as his strong arms wrap around you.

“I love you,” he breathes against the crown of your head as he places tender kisses in the wake of his words.

“I love you too, Johnny,” you sigh as you loop your leg over his hips, nipping gently at his chest as you nuzzle your nose into the tight curls of his chest hair, “Was going to say it earlier.”

“I know, didn’t want to push,” he sighs as he trails his fingertips down your arm, sending goosebumps rippling across your skin, “Just needed you to know I feel the same.”

“You’re a sweet man, Johnny,” you smile as you take his nipple between your lips and hum.

“Only for you, lass,” he chuckles as he peppers more kisses about your head as you snuggle in even closer.

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Reblog so everyone can hear what they need.

#i needed like five of these #i'm in one hell of a rut right now #i'm surviving though that's what matters #storm's reblogs

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Don’t know why I love to see him in these weird angles. Plus this outfit is my fave on him in COD

#i want him to sit on my face so bad #sorry seeing him from behind does things to me #john soap mactavish #storm's reblogs

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original pic:

#i would let any of the boys do this to me #god bless 🙏#ghoap #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #storm's reblogs

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hi, i understand u dont want ur oc art reposted cus u have created the oc. but when u make cod ghost art, u have drawn it but its not ur character. so peepz can repost ghost art as long as it credited. again its ur art but not ur character. cus i dont see u credit cod when u draw ghost

Hello!

Good logical play, but It's still my art though. I made the art piece. I have a say in that art piece that I made. I have a say on where I want my drawing to be posted and where I don't want it to be posted. Plus I've never claimed that Ghost is mine 🤷‍♀️ and at this point, everyone knows that Simon "Ghost" Riley is a character from Call of Duty.

My art is NOT public property.

Activision has the ownership right to the character Ghost, so only they have a say on what we can't do to Ghost. That means the only one who can say that I can't make an art/fic of Ghost is Activision.(and it most likely will never happen).

Editing with my tags cuz I think it's also pretty important to know (or if you're still dense enough to not wanna listen to me) :

#god the disrespect people have for artists is actually crazy #not anon trying to explain why fan artists don't actually own the work they made #god. so annoying.#have some respect for artists for fuck's sake #storm's reblogs

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Fangs - Vampire!Johnny x You

Content warnings - squirting, blood drinking, dub-con(?), alcohol, blood mentioned, biting, mating press, cream pie, multiple orgasms

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How you found yourself working on a task force made up of only vampires as a human was unknown to you. At the start, you hated it. Vampires didn’t get good reputations and for good reason. Those first few missions with them had really opened your eyes up to how utterly useless you would be up against them.

Impossible strength and speed, all sense doubled and depending on the age, disregard for the norms of mortal human kind. You had walked on eggshells for nearly two months until Soap and Gaz invited you out for drinks after you had hit an excellent shot.

It shouldn’t have surprised you when Soap had sat himself next to you in the booth and spent the rest of the night pushing every barrier. It turns out even young vampires were pushy against the norms. Or maybe he was a flirt. It's hard to tell with vampires. Soap’s thumb rubbed the soft skin of your inner thigh, far too close to your panties for any kind of excuse to work.

Not that you minded after a few drinks. Gaz whistled when Soap had pulled you onto his lap and smashed his lips against yours with such all consuming hunger it caused arousal to pool between your legs. He had pushed his tongue into your mouth and let out a low groan at your taste.

His hands wandered up your skirt and grabbed a handful of your ass, squeezing to the point you smacked at his hands. He chuckled against your lips as his tongue kept exploring your mouth. When he was sure you were sufficiently breathless he trailed his sloppy kisses from your mouth, across your jaw and down your neck.

Your hand curled in his messy mohawk as he continued to ravage you in a pub with Gaz watching. “Mmm Soap- you gotta-” Your body froze when you felt the sharp end of his fangs barely graze your skin. You swallowed as your hands turned shaky.

“Gottae what lass?” Soap asked, a cheeky grin on his face. “Come off it lass.” Soap said when he noticed your reaction and he rolled his eyes. “I wouldnae drain ye dry. What's the fun in tha’?” He asked as his eyes were drawn to the way your throat bobbed when you swallowed. “Wouldnae turn ye either. Just trust me.” He purred as he squeezed your ass again.

You nodded and a wicked grin spread across his face before he pushed you off his lap. “Come on.” He said and grabbed your hand.

He didn’t even take you to a motel, just drove to the nearest dark parking lot and turned off the car before he crawled into the backseat and patted his thigh. You didn’t need verbal orders to follow as you clambered after him and situated yourself on his thigh. The kiss he initiated was just as mind blowing as the last. He entangled his tongue with yours and groaned at whatever he tasted from you. He pulled your shirt down and pushed your skirt up to bunch up around the top of your thighs. “Fuck lass,” He groaned as he kneaded the soft flesh of your thighs.

He trailed his kisses down to your shoulders and you gripped his shoulders when his fangs penetrated your skin. It burned like ice and you could feel something enter your veins before something else entirely took over. You could vaguely feel that burn but your body nearly melted into his lap. It lasted only as long as his fangs were in you, which was long. Blood dripped from the two little sounds that he lapped up like a dog. “Ye taste so good. Knew ye would.” You wondered how long he had been wanting to sink his fangs into your flesh.

The bite marks were many and he only finally drank from you properly when you folded in half in the back of his car. His fingers still coated in your slick and cum held one of your legs against your chest while your other leg was supported by his shoulder. His cock slid out of your velvety walls slowly at first. His head hung between his shoulders as he watched the scene before him, as he watched the way your cunt pulled him back in.

You moaned each time his cock slid brushed against your g-spot until you screamed when he angled your hips slightly and he hit the spot dead on. He groaned deep within his throat as you clenched down on him like a vice. He leaned down and licked and sucked at your breasts.

He dragged his tongue between the valley before he flicked your nipples with his tongue. You shuddered each time he would tease them with one of his fangs and dug your nails into his skin when he sank his fangs into the flesh of your breasts. The feeling washed over you again and you anticipated him to remove his fangs just as the bliss started but he didn’t. He gulped down your essence with a fevor of a starved man- or vampire in this case.

“Soap! Oh my god.” The drug that his fangs gave you amplified each thrust from him, it made the blinding pleasure each time he slammed into your g-spot increase tenfold. You arched your back into a nearly painful position when the orgasm slammed into you like a train.

He didn’t remove his fangs from your plush breast and kept pistoned his hips in and out of you even as another orgasm slammed into you. You didn’t know he kept going, he didn’t even drink after the second but kept his fangs embedded in you.

At least you didn’t know until you felt a different sensation build. “Soap! W-Wait! That- that doesn’t- NGH-” You clawed at his back as whatever was building inside you cracked a little and you felt a liquid land against his abdomen and dripped down to your tight asshole. Soap growled when he felt that and kept going even as his fingers dug into the seat from holding back his orgasm. “Soap please! I can’t anymore! Please!” The persistence was answer enough.

You squirted again and again, each time the crack within you getting bigger until he removed his fangs from your flesh and you cried out. You kicked and flailed as it all came crashing down and you released against him one more time. He groaned into your ear as he filled you up with his sticky white cum. “Fuck lass.” He groaned.

When you looked at yourself in the mirror the next day, you were covered in hickeys and bites. You could still feel the tremors from last night echo through your body as you stared at yourself. Soap smacked your ass as he leaned over your shoulder, “Ye know LT is gonnae want a taste too.”

#i'm gonna die oh god #vampire 141 is so 🤤🤤🤤#vampire soap #john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #soap mw2 smut #storm's reblogs

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hey so like

hi, you. yeah im talking to you. You like my stuff from time to time and reblog once and a while, and I always recognize you in my notes. we’ve never talked, maybe you dont like to say much or you’re nervous or something. it’s okay, whatever it is.

I see you. you mean a lot to me. sometimes when I’m having a hard day, I’ll notice your name once again in my notifs and it makes me smile. im not kidding.

I don’t care if you’re a “ghost” follower or you send me asks all the time. i see you and I love you so much, genuinely and truly. you are really important to me.

thank you. thank you for being there. <3

#i'm looking at a few of you in there 💜#storm's reblogs

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sstormyskyess · 4 days

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CALL OF DUTY + TUMBLR TAGS *.·:·.☽ kyle "gaz" garrick edition

#that's my girlfriend boyfriend!!#he's my little pookie bear #i want to shake him around like a dog toy #kyle gaz garrick #storm's reblogs

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sstormyskyess · 5 days

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based on @cod-dump's post roight over here

#let him smash ghost #ghoap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #stor #storm's reblogs

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Still Woozy

author's note: i was listening to my still woozy playlist and got the inspo to write some headcanons based on the songs i thought fit the boys! also wanted to write my first piece with alejandro so here it is 👍 [side note: all the songs refer to a woman/fem listener but for the sake of this, the reader is gn!]

cw: nothing, just fluff!

word count: 800+

TF-141 + Alejandro x GN!Reader

Simon “Ghost” Riley [Cooks]

♡ Ghost is a little clueless when it comes to romance and the things that come with it, having been in a toxic home for his younger years. Most of his ideas about romantic relationships come from the very few movies/shows featuring happy couples he’s seen, so his ideas on how to handle a real relationship are scarce and sometimes a bit misconstrued.

♡ But once he finds the one he loves, he’s ready and willing to try his best at figuring things out as he goes. Regardless, he’ll still be fairly lost in the early stages of a relationship.

♡ But don’t get it mistaken—if he’s in a relationship, he’s absolutely head over heels in love, and he’ll do his very best to keep everything working smoothly, even if that means messing up every now and then. He would rather die than hurt you, so be prepared for him to be asking a ton of questions; you may need to reassure him frequently to remind him that just him trying is enough.

John “Soap” MacTavish [Get By]

♡ Soap is a bit of a goofball in a committed romantic relationship, but it’s all for the sake of his partner because he lives to see them happy more than anything else.

♡ He loves to see you happy and practically any time he notices you not feeling your best, he’ll do what he can to bring your spirits up, whether that be taking you out on a nice, fancy date or just staying in and getting you to spare some time for yourself. He has a special place in his mind to remember all of the things that make you smile, like your favorite foods/restaurants and the media you like to engage with.

♡ As referenced in the song, though, he’s made a fool of himself for the sake of cheering you up a few times. It makes you feel bad, but it is quite funny watching him do the silliest things to make you laugh.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick [Get Down]

♡ Gaz is a very dedicated partner and he would do damn near anything for them. He’s made it clear to you on multiple occasions that he can handle pampering you with anything you please, even if you tell him you don’t want to overwork him.

♡ He’s by no means a materialistic person, but he loves to spend his money on you. When he’s on leave, he loves taking you on vacations, big or small. He’ll buy you any little thing you may have your eyes on or have mentioned wanting in the past, because what else will he do with the money he gets from his job? After all, before you came into his life, he was a fairly frugal man, only spending money on what’s really necessary. Now, though, you’re his only real necessity, meaning you get spoiled one way or another.

♡ He also loves it when you get clingy and adores when you’re all over him like your life depends on it. It never gets overbearing for him and he wouldn’t trade the world for your love and attention.

John Price [Wolfcat]

♡ Despite being a rigidly authoritative person outside his home, when Price is alone with his partner in the safety of his own home, he is absolutely whipped. He’s a homebody at heart and he loves filling a domestic role in his intimate relationships.

♡ He’s most certainly a quality time enjoyer and he spends a good amount of time planning little activities for the two of you to engage in while he’s home on leave. He’ll try to mask it as him simply trying to keep himself occupied in place of the strict schedule he’s accustomed to on base, but it’s obvious to anyone that knows him well enough that he’s obsessed with being by your side.

♡ Not to mention, he loves a partner that can put him in his place when needed, since he knows he can be a little headstrong and stubborn. Disagreements turn into arguments, but he knows when to shut up with you because you’re very good at reminding him that he’s not invulnerable to being wrong.

Alejandro Vargas [Habit]

♡ Alejandro is a romantic man even if his work often comes first. But, if he had it his way, he would be spending all his waking moments with his partner. His carefully manufactured distance between his work and family has him feeling insecure about the stability of his relationships, but he always comes back to you, no matter what happens.

♡ He doesn’t fall in love quickly, always wanting to make sure that he’s making a sound decision on who he’s going to lavish with his affections. But he’ll be glued to you once he’s finally comfortable in his choice to settle down with you. He doesn’t do frivolity; everything he does is done with purpose and his love life is no different.

♡ He’ll also put in extra effort for you to have a good support system while he’s away so you never feel lonely, likely with his family. He has plenty of family to go around and he’ll use that to his advantage to keep you comfortable even without him in your presence.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

#self rb

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sstormyskyess · 5 days

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Just adoring his grumpy face today

#i love the way his eyebrows are furrowed in the last picture #he looks so upset :(#it's okay babygirl don't be mad #john soap mactavish #storm's reblogs

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I'm just imagining having to break up small fights between the 141.

They're rare, but they do happen. Usually when tensions are running high and things aren't going as they're supposed to. Occasionally it's because they cross each other's boundaries, but for the most part it's just men being men.

Soap and Ghost squabble the most, but it always comes from a place of concern. It's usually just hushed growls, and face to face glares. You usually just clear your throat and raise a brow. Both men tend to huff and walk off. Sometimes, if they're really mad at each other, they'll push at each other. You know better than to get in between them, but you call out to them and they stop. They never hurt each other, and that's pretty nice, actually.

Gaz and Soap on the otherhand, get much more physical. It's not bare-handed hits, but more wrestling, headlocks and grappling. It's like watching two brothers get into it over the TV remote (you've seen them fight over a PS5 controller, so not far off). All you have to do is raise your voice, grab whatever their fighting over, or just sit and enjoy the show. Eventually they tire themselves out. If they're actually mad at each other it can turn into a fistfight, but they usually look to you to break it up before it gets to that point.

Price and Soap is the worst. It's extremely rare, but when their tensions boil over, it explodes. Soap has some authority issues, and if Price forgets/ignores that it tends to get heated. It starts off as grumbles and growls from Soap but quickly turns into yelling and disobeying orders (obviously Soap has his reasons, but he goes about it the wrong way). If Price has had enough of Soap's infantile behavior he tends to snap (any of you acting like fools makes him embarrassed). If words are exchanged, well, it'll turn into a fight. Price always wins. Soap takes a couple days to recover his ego. But you try to jump in before it can get there. Only once have you actually had to get in between them and it was kind of terrifying. The only reason they stopped yelling at each other was because you had a hand on each of their chests and talked in a slow, calming fashion.

They'd all be fine without you, they'd figure out their differences. But with you around, they lean on you. Something about the way you guide social interactions just helps them breathe easier. You make an excellent mediator.

#can relate #being the old soul kid that i was i am very used to being the only one not fighting #tf 141 headcanons #storm's reblogs

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sstormyskyess · 6 days

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Still Woozy

cw: nothing, just fluff!

word count: 800+

TF-141 + Alejandro x GN!Reader

Simon “Ghost” Riley [Cooks]

♡ But once he finds the one he loves, he’s ready and willing to try his best at figuring things out as he goes. Regardless, he’ll still be fairly lost in the early stages of a relationship.

John “Soap” MacTavish [Get By]

♡ Soap is a bit of a goofball in a committed romantic relationship, but it’s all for the sake of his partner because he lives to see them happy more than anything else.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick [Get Down]

John Price [Wolfcat]

Alejandro Vargas [Habit]

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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