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soapsbaby · 11 months

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Bunch of Deviants II

Summary: Second part of me assigning a k!nk to each of the 141 + Alejandro, Rudy, Graves, König and Valeria that I could imagine them having. You can find part one here. Enjoy!

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, König, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, Phillip Graves, Alejandro Vargas, Rudy Parras, Valeria Garza, all x reader

Rating: NSFW (minors DNI)

Warnings: Choking, Primal Kink, Free Use, Degradation

Word Count: 1.3k-ish

Ghost - Primal

He loves the thrill of hunting you down. Even though you of course know that it's just him, the panic you feel when he catches you is genuine. The way he towers over you, eyes cold except for the sense of victory in them that he caught you and that you are now his to deal with whatever he wants to.

Usually he just takes you right where he catches you, ripping your clothes from your body and fucking you, pinning you down and just holding you in whichever position he needs you in.

He will be so humiliating and degrading, oh, you should run faster next time, are you actually enjoying this? you really are a needy little slut.

After he has come and you are all fucked out he will hold you, just pressing you to his chest until your heartbeat returns to a normal pace.

Soap - Receiving Nudes at Work

He loves when you rile him up through the entire day, sending him pictures, videos or voice messages, telling him how badly you want him, how you need him, how you've been touching yourself all day but it just doesn't compare to when he does it.

He won't be able to think straight until he's finally back home with you and gets to actually fuck you, working off the frustration you put him through.

Usually he just has to get himself off as quickly as possible, fucking you desperately, but he isn't done just because he came. Usually he'll take his time afterwards to eat you out for as long as you can take.

He also makes sure to save all of the messages so he can go through them later, especially on long missions with bad internet reception where it is all he can use to get himself off.

Price - Watching you Touch yourself

He loves watching you touch yourself for him. It started once when he walked in on you and instead of joining in, he just sat down on the foot of the bed, telling you to keep going even though your first reaction was to cover yourself with your blanket.

He loves the way he can read your body, can tell when you are getting closer, those little whines when you push yourself right up to the edge. He knows you too well.

He loves watching you come for him while he strokes himself. You look so beautiful when you do and he takes in every aspect of you, the way your eyelids flutter shut, your legs shaking and your mouth falling open, his name spilling over your lips.

His favorite part is when he finally gets to fuck you for round two, you are so wet after you've come once already and you are so whiny and sensitive.

Gaz - Free Use

Free use goes both ways for you. Especially if you have longer periods of vacation times where you can stay home you will fuck wherever and whenever. Whether it is you walking in while he plays video games and sucking him off while he tries to not let the people on voice chat know or him pushing up your dress while you are working in the kitchen to fuck you from behind, you love being available for each other.

For convenience you both usually don't wear much clothes at home anyways and you also sleep naked.

Of course you both know that you can deny favors to one another if you are not feeling up to it, but neither of you really ever do. Each other's pleasure is enough motivation.

König - Thigh Riding

Having you ride his thigh is one of his favorite things, he loves the way it gives him close to no physical stimulation so he can focus completely on you without any distractions.

He loves the desperation in your eyes when you drag yourself across him, grinding your hips against his leg because it's the only thing he'll let you have if he's feeling strict.

Sometimes, when you are already overstimulated he will grab you by the hips and make you grind down even harder and faster, feasting on your whimpers.

It's one of his favorite ways to make you come, the way your movements stutter and he has to grab you to hold you upright, whispering sweet praise into your ears.

Graves - Pegging

It took him so, so long to admit to you that he wanted you to peg him. He was terrified that you would reject him or even be weirded out by his request. He didn't want to make you feel any different about him.

Of course you didn't, and you both loved it from the first time you tried it out. Everything about his reaction to being fucked refuses to leave your mind, the way his body just seemed to melt into the sheets, legs refusing to support him, hands tangled in the sheets for some form of support.

You have never heard him moan the way he does every time you peg him, his mind just immediately turns into putty and all of his dirty thoughts just spill out, begging for you to go harder.

Will usually be able to come hands free if you take your time with him.

Alejandro - Degradation

He loves you more than anything in the world and he respects and adores you, but there is just something about treating you like a dirty whore that gets him going like nothing else.

He loves making you give him sloppy blowjobs and making you drool all over him, he loves bending you over whichever surface is closest to you and just taking you then and there.

He loves treating you like you are property, like you're a toy he gets to use to get himself off, pushing you into whichever position he wants you in.

He doesn't let go until you have come at least a few times, his favorite is when you come around his cock, the way you clench around him and that sweet, overwhelmed look in your eyes drives him insane.

He will always make sure afterwards that you are okay and that you know that none of the ways he treated you reflect how he actually feels about you and that you know how much he loves and appreciates you.

Rudy - Choking

The majority of the time there is no clear dom-sub relationship between the two of you, however, he adores you choking him.

His favorite position is when you are riding him and then wrap your hands around his throat, just tight enough to make him a little dizzy.

He'll beg for you to kiss him, take away even more of his ability to breathe.

He comes so hard being choked, almost passing out and whimpering for you to go harder on him.

Valeria - Strap-Ons

It doesn't matter what your gender is, if you let her, she'll use her strap on you.

She almost sees it as an extension of herself, she adores seeing you on your knees and making you suck the strap, praising and degrading you at the same time as she fucks your throat as deeply as you can take it, "such a pretty slut, so needy for my cock, aren't you?"

She fucks you like she wants you to never be able to walk again, rough and deep, long deep strokes. If the position allows it she'll also use her hands on you, circling your most sensitive spots with her thumb and taking pleasure in your desperate, whiny moans.

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shadow0-1 · 3 months

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#call of duty #modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare #MWII #CoD MWII #CoD MWIII #MWIII #blender renders #Simon Riley #Simon Ghost Riley #Johnny Mactavish #GhostSoap #SoapGhost #Ghoap #hi i did more #just guys #two losers

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goodday-goodmorn · 5 months

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Rahhhh it’s Christmas and i’m back! Today’s feature (feature? Should i start calling them that? Sounds kinda cool-) is the amazing @charliemwrites, specifically a little drabble (unedited as always), based off of their Keeper/Kept AU. Not thier most recent stuff- (I think it’s Neighbor Johnny or the Woof Woof series-) You know what? Just- Here. Everything they write is gold <3

Anyhow, i present: Domesticity and Devotion

“Oh to be a wild bird…”

You sigh, chin in your palm as you leisurely stare out at the window.

“Or a stray cat.” You muse, watching as one of the kitties of the neighborhood walks along outside.

“Those fuckers have it good. No shitty job. No rent to pay. Just free pets and wandering the world… and if someone’s being a dick they can hiss and bite all they want.”

You hum, reaching for your drink and sipping on it leisurely.

“I don’t think I could survive in the wild though.”

You say after a moment, realizing how you’re cuddled up in your blanket and sipping on your wendy’s lemonade, the TV playing some random comfort show and your laptop open as you halfheartedly play Papa's freezeria.

“Can barley survive in domesticity.” You mumble, glancing towards the envelope on the kitchen counter that you got this morning about a rent increase.

You sigh.

“Maybe in my next life i’ll be lucky enough to be reborn as some rich white ladies cat. Those fuckers are livin’ better than me that’s for sure.”

————

This is not what you meant.

When you wistfully wished to never have to step foot into the capitalist hellscape that was life again- that was not an open invitation for you to be whisked away against your will.

Apparently though, the 6 foot giant of a military man named Simion Riley, heard it as one.

Because now here you were, pampered and cared for like a bloody sugar baby or pure breed persian cat. Kept at some random location and fed and groomed and meticulously attended too.

All against your will, mind you.

However it’s hard to complain because well- you’re living life good. This realization, of just how good you have it- hits you when you feel yourself getting genuinely angry at the shitty romance novel you were reading.

The Male lead was treating the MC like shit- and the MC was letting him get away with it!

You feel your face physically grimace. To calm yourself down (because you are getting genuinely heated when she lets him shove her to the damn floor over asking him for a drink-), you set your i-pad down.

(It had been a gift; something sort of like a kindle, where you could only read books and listen to music. You weren’t sure what Simon did to it exactly- but it wasn’t just published books you had access too, comics, original works, poetry, you could get all sorts of reading stuff on here.)

“This mother fucker-“

You mumble to yourself in disbelief, shaking your head before huffing and picking the device back up. You’re close to cheering as you read the MC’s internal dialogue about wanting to bite his ass- (Truely an MC after your own heart- they were one of the main reasons you were still reading this shitshow-)

And yet, what does the main character do?

They get the drink for themselves and then let him snatch it from their hand and down it.

Nope. You’re fucking done. You’re fumin’ now, irrationally angry on the MC’s behalf because they’ve been putting up with this guy for fifteen chapters now.

The audacity of men- oh my god. You can’t believe this guy.

“Who does he think he is?!”

You grumble and then just for your own purposes you yell—

“Simon!”

Predictably he is at your side in a moment, dropping everything for you.

You have your arms crossed, as you say, “Go get me a drink.”

He tilts his head slightly, eyes crinkled just a tad at your strange mood but doesn’t deny the order. Simply asks,

“Cold or hot?”

“Cold.”

And with that he’s gone, returning with a fresh glass of ice cold lemonade, complete with a little lemon slice on the rim of the glass. You sip it, set it aside and cross your leg, tapping your forehead.

“Give me a kiss.”

He doesn’t hesitate for a moment, gently kissing your forehead.

“Kneel.”

His eyes are crinkled now with a bit of amusement, but he drops to his knees easy. Gently holding onto your soft thighs. (Always so gentle with you.)

“Course, pretty.”

He mumbles low, head tilted up to you in a question, “Need me to take care of you?”

You hum, absentmindedly messing with his hair and ignoring the way the question sends a slow pool of warmth into your tummy.

“No.”

It’s decisive. You’re practically preening with satisfaction at his actions.

“You can go now.” You say and like that, he gets up. Not a complaint on his lips even when you notice he’s got a raging boner.

“Wait!”

You call and he pauses, looking at you with a questioning hum.

“Kiss me again.”

And he does so, this time a soft gentle kiss on your lips. When he pulls away he mumbles an ever softer-

“Dinner will be ready in 10.”

You nod and pick up your tablet with satisfaction curling low in your gut. (For the duration of your reading all you can think about is how Simion would never.)

————

“And another thing-!”

Simion is absentmindedly (as absentmindedly as Simion of all people can get anyway-) rubbing circles into your back as you rant. You’re sat in his lap, coaxed into sitting there after he asked about your day.

So obviously you started to babble about the book you were reading, which turned into a whole rant session about how stupid the Male lead was.

“That stupid idiot- that moron- you wanna know what he does simion?”

He knows it’s a rhetorical question. You’re gonna tell him anyway. Still he hums to show he’s still listening.

“This bastard shoves them into the ground. To the ground! Can you believe the it?”

He shakes his head lightly with a tsk.

“Exactly. God and then when they get the drink he has the audacity to snatch it from their hand and down it in one gulp before they can even say anything.”

You shake your head, so far into your little rant you don’t realize how much you’ve made yourself comfortable. Sitting in his lap fully, ranting to him like he’s an old friend. Your tongue is loose with comfort right now. And that must be what possessed you to say—

“Me personally? I could never. If you ever pulled that shit— God i don’t even know what i’d do but it would not be pretty

You close your eyes with a nod to yourself at your own words. Not aware of the way Simon’s eyes seem to soften. Not until he gently kisses the top of your head.

“Never.”

He says it so quietly you almost miss it. (Feverintly. Reverently. Like the very idea is absurd.)

“If i ever do something like that you run and break into my gun cabinet and bloody shoot me.”

And god his voice- he’s 100 percent fucking serious. Suddenly you feel warm and small in his lap, utterly tiny compared to the sheer size of his devotion for you.

It’s all you can do to mumble out a weak.

“Good.”

And the rest of the night is spent with you reading the rest of the book together. When the MC finally is able to get rid of the Male Lead, it is a joyous occasion that ends up with her absolutely clocking the guy in the face with a champagne glass. Which then leads into a curious conversation with you and ghost about how much damage that would actually do.

It’s a good day.

#fanfic #cod fanfic #fanfic of a fanfic #(?) kinda #reader insert #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #Look at Charlie’s blog right now.#Specifically obsessive Johnny because when i tell you i was-#GAGED #Jaw dropped #Charlie’s got such good characterization #In the case she sees this-#…did you like it?#also hello

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lunadreamscaper · 4 months

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People who share the Ghost and Jimmy being a system/DID headcanon. I love you (platonically.)

To those who don’t I still like you don’t worry it’s okay xD

#im biased bc I have headmates and suppressed memories as well lol #didcore #also something really fucked up must’ve happened to Gregory for jimmy to be THAT violent ya know???#taleblr #venturiantale #larrydacat #taleblr headcanons #johnny ghost #venturiantale pie #johnny ghost did #venturiantale headcanons #johnny ghost headcanon #johnny ghost pie #jimmy casket did #johnny ghost is hella traumatized guys he didn’t come like that/lh #if you see these hi there

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callofdudes · 1 year

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Hello, I hope you are well. I have a request, if it is suitable for you, can you do it? 141 men and Alex. Konig. The reader has the skills of an assassin just like Dc Damian. The only exception is that she uses guns and knives instead of swords (she usually throws knives like an assassin) and she also has some abilities like Miraculous Ladybug. Like using Yoyo as a propeller when jumping from height. And even to use as a shield to avoid gunfire. and she doesn't show her face to anyone for a long time. and everyone is surprised when she shows it because she is so beautiful. I will send you the fictional female face I found on Pinterest. And I will also send the costume she wore. I hope I was able to express myself. I translated these with google

also the reader is very quiet and doesn't speak unless really needed

and her voice is just like french singer indila do you know her?

(Headcanons and separately)

I will be honest, I have never watched Miraculous Ladybug in my life. So I focused more on the "face reveal" than anything if that's alright. But I do include your fighting abilities as the reader.

I tried my best, I hope that you like it, if there are any spelling mistakes I missed, please let me know 😄

141 + Alex, Roach, and König reacting to a skilled & beautiful Reader

You joined the 141 some time after Ghost, Price had heard of your skills in combat and he knew immediately he would like to offer you a spot on his team. Your picture never showed more than your eyes and a majority of your skill streak was bludgeoning people to death. (Ghost very much is interested in the bludgeoning part)

No one had seen your face and you refused to show it, not for a long while...

Ghost 💀

He was pretty indifferent to your skill. He could admit that you were on bloody good scout, but he hadn't really any others thoughts about you. He also covered his face so he didn't question it much. He was more skeptical of you because of it if anything.

He respected your abilities, the weapons you carried and how you got around. Your all black, low look reminded him of himself and he wasn't going to try and pry at anything.

He'd always sort of admired you from afar, and when he saw your face, he was glad he could put such a spectacle to his teammate.

The two of you had been sent on a mission into the desert which meant putting on the lighter weight masks and heading ready.

It was growing incredibly hot, but you both remained vigilant wandering through the sand and reaching the base you were supposed to raid.

"Ready-?" Ghost looked down and grumbled, seeing you already swinging your way into the gunfire. He grumbles and follows after you, taking on the alerting guards. You grabbed the shield you had on your back, deflecting bullet blows from around you.

You knocked backs with Ghost, Ghost taking out the men with his guns while you took to your array of knives and grabbed the last man near you. You grabbed him by the throat and plunged the knife into his jugular, his blood spilling into the sand.

When you both looked up Ghost looked at you. Your hat had been knocked off in the scuffle and the sun was hurting your eyes. Ghost came over to check on you and huffed. "Looks like they almost got you." He wiped the dirt from your cheek and you finally realized a bullet has zipped by your face so close it has split your mask right up the side.

You went to hide your face but Ghost grabbed your arm and inspected you for any injuries. He brushed his thumb over your cheek and huffed. He was a bit surprised you were such a looker.

"Here." He tossed you his spare mask and you both continued on. Ghost didn't tell anyone about the incident when you got back. Even when they asked questions Ghost didn't say anything.

Soap 🧼

Johnny was excited. He's always been excited for Ghost to take off his mask and it was no different for you. He wanted to see the beautiful woman under the mask. Were you as beautiful as Ghost was handsome?? Those kinds of thoughts. And he often pestered you about it.

He always wanted to know if you were beautiful and sure enough he was right. Of course about 72 hours after this incident he broke his promise started pestering you to see another glimpse of his first ''angelic experience.''

"What do you look like??" He asked from over your shoulder one day in training.

"Doesn't matter."

"Oooh come on! I won't tell anyone! I promise!"

"You're a bad liar."

Johnny pouted, sulking like a sad puppy as you threw your knives into the dummy in front of you. He kicked his legs, sitting on top of an empty gun case, watching you.

You finally sighed. "You won't leave me alone, will you??"

"Nope." He smiles.

You sigh and come over to him. "Will you leave me alone after this??"

Johnny immediately perked up. "I will never ever ever ever ask you about it again! Scouts honor! I bloody swear!"

You sigh and pull your mask down over your bottom lip, giving him a 'are you satisfied?' look. Johnny's jaw dropped. His feet stopped kicking and he was smiling. "You're so preeeeetty!!"

You roll your eyes and pull the mask back up. "there, now you never see it again."

"But you're so beautiful, like Ghost, why hide??"

"You had your two cents, now leave."

"Right... Right, I'm going..."

Johnny grinned. Stunned that you could fight and you were beautiful. It was the perfect combination! He will now tell everyone he meets you are the most beautiful person he's ever seen.

Price🥃 and Gaz⚽

Price absolutely thought you were beautiful. He'd not seen pictures of you without the mask but he knew you were beautiful, and he wasn't wrong. He was honored to see your face, and that you would trust in them as much as you did. It really was a treat. As for your skills in combat, Price always knew you could hold your own from the fights you'd been in, and he knew that you were perfect for his team, and you never ceases to disappoint.

Gaz would like to go no comment but he can't. He is absolutely enraptured by your face. He thought you'd be beautiful but not as much as you were. You were stunning compared to anything his mind could come up with. And he always enjoyed being your partner on the field. Considering how skilled and talented you are.

You had been setting up for a mission with Price, Gaz, Alex, and Farah. The mission would be dangerous and everyone needed to be together. You would be paired up with Gaz and Alex.

Of course though, you all needed to change into different outfits. It was an undercover mission so you weren't allowed to wear the full face covering as usual, settling for a medical mask instead.

You took off your mask and hat, setting them on the desk once you were all changed.

Price smiles, "It's lovely to see you y/n, you look beautiful."

Gaz's jaw dropped. His eyes dragged over your face, swallowing harshly. "Chin up soldier. Price chuckled and placed his fingers under Gaz's jaw, locking it back up.

"I'm sorry but- sorry!"

You chuckled pulled on the medical mask. Gaz kept staring at you, absolutely amazed at your beauty.

"Let's get this mission going!" Price rounded up the group and you were all placed in the truck to head out. Gaz sat next to you, continuing to stare.

"You're bloody beautiful by the way." He whispers as you reach the destination. You secure your mask and hop out, ready to head with Alex into the venue.

Alex 🦿

Alex hadn't seen you fight, nor had he seen your face. He'd only ever heard stories of you. So when you showed up and dropped a bomb of a face reveal he was instantly swooning. Let this man take you out on just one date! One date and he'll be fine.

When he saw you fighting he was stunned. Your hot and you can fight?? He might as well try to wife you up right here and now. Marry him or he will pass away into a pile of goop next to his fallen brother Gaz.

He'll probably get over it in a bit and just turn out like a regular crush, but he isn't afraid to try flirting in the moment. And overall he respects your fight and loves watching it. The way you hold your own really makes him happy.

Alex had seen your face when you had changed for the mission. And boy was he smitten. He took your arm and smiled at you. "Why do you hide your face, it's very beautiful." He touched your cheek. "I think the enemy would be stunned silent by your beauty."

"Let's just get this going."

"What? I can't compliment you?? Am I making you uncomfortable, sorry. I'll stop."

"Let's just get this over and done with."

The mission goes great even though Alex is gushy eyeing you all evening. When the fight starts, you grab your gun from your purse and shoot one of the undercover soldiers in the head.

"Beautiful and can kick ass?" Mr. Keller just fell over the edge and is drowning in the love pool.

"Are you going to help?" You ask, slitting another man's throat.

"Right! Sorry-!"

"How about we have a date after this??"

"Alex!"

"Right, right, not the time. How about sometime tomorrow??"

König 👑

König already had a crush on you. Like Ghost he was shy and reserved in his own nature enough he didn't question the mask. He had wondered what you looked like underneath, but he never asked out loud if you would take it off. It's kind of an unwritten rule in the mask wearers society that König and Ghost are unknowingly a part of.

He was honored when you showed your face to the team, and knowing you were incredibly beautiful. But when he saw your face it all crumbled.

"I trust you with this." You say as you pull down your mask and your hat. König stiffens, it was finally happening. He'd imagined it but it was finally happening.

His breath caught in his throat when he sees your soft face.

"You're... Du bist so wunderschön..."

He scratches the back of his neck. "You're so amazing..."

You smile and his heart stops. He didn't think he could fall more in love with you then he was right now. But apparently he could. And he is.

Your skill at his side, your reputation in KorTac, and now being privileged with seeing your face after all this time. He will never forget this moment.

He bent down, pulling up his own mask and pressing a gentle kiss against your cheek. His heart exploded when he reared back and ran from the room. It only made you smile more.

Roach 🪳

He always admired you. You were cool! He'd always tried to convince Simon that you were 11/10 in fighting, and Simon had never protected. But Roach thought you were great.

When he first met you he was delighted by the small amount of sign you knew, and he quickly grew close to you.

He was one of the first who welcomed you so easily into their group, apart from Johnny.

As someone who wore a mask, and Simons best friend, he never paid much attention to your own coverage. He saw your skills, and your amazing fighting abilities and didn't question much beyond that point.

But when you did take off your mask...

You slipped it down over your chin and reached for your water bottle. It was just you and him on base, and at first his brain hadn't quite processed your cheekbones and below.

You pulled away from your water bottle and looked at him. "What's wrong, bug?"

He blinked. And then he smiled. His cheeks turned a soft pink as he signed, You're so beautiful

You chuckled. "Thank you, bug."

He nodded, his heart starting to stutter away in his chest. It was less attraction and more about trust. He was so happy to see your face. To see one of his friends in all her glory. Because you were beautiful.

He signed again, I like seeing your face, you are great friend!

You pat his shoulder. "You are too."

And he couldn't help but hug you tightly.

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temeyes · 10 months

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capt mactavish beard era (one that rivals capt garrick's LMAO)

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nelkcats · 1 year

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Cursed Memories

Johnny, son of the witch who cursed Gotham and Kitty, daughter of Carmine Falcone were curious about what happened to their city after they both died. Kitty consistently refused to go to Gotham because she saw no point in reminiscing.

However, Johnny was a completely different case. While Gotham was known to be full of curses, they were moderately "controlled" before, but after one of the families went after Kitty and he died as a result, his mother became enraged, cursing Gotham to the point of no return and creating a city spirit.

After much pleading, Kitty finally agreed and they both headed to Gotham. Carmine Falcone who was arguing with Salvatore almost fainted when he saw his daughter smiling in his office. Since she had been convinced to return, Kitty had some plans for those who dared to kill her before her engagement.

On the other hand, Johnny dedicated himself to walking through the streets of Crime Alley, his former home. Being followed by Gotham's spirit and a shocked Red Hood who could see the shadows moving around the blonde, things getting destroying in his path.

A war between the families was about to take place thanks to the ghosts, and no one was prepared.

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s0fter-sin · 5 months

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prince!ghost and lord in waiting!soap

ghost is a warrior prince, next in line after king price and it’s always been accepted he would be the lone ruler; never one for entertaining the courts or indulging foreign rulers trying to consolidate their power. he hardly acts like a prince at all, in name only when he spends more time as a pseudo captain of the guard. price has never begrudged him that, not when he himself has been a lone king since his inauguration

though he’s a warrior prince, he’s never lost the favour of the people; many see him as a guardian even if he doesn’t interact with the people as much as benevolent and stalwart king price. who he does interact with is the kingdom’s children; always ready to bend a knee and listen to bright voices, to praise stick swords and shields or hear the plight of a struggling family. it was a common belief that if he wasn’t out protecting, then he was with the protected; face covered, blonde curls shining in the sun

soap’s always loved ghost. as his lord in waiting, it’s been his job to attend him since they were young and even as a child, he’d idolised him; his skills in battle, his surety. he thought his life would be nothing but service, clothing a brat prince and making sure his shoes shined. but ghost has proven more than that; he treats him as an equal, consults him on strategy and court politics and over time that idolisation turned into love

and ghost has always felt the same. he’d begrudged the idea of a lord in waiting, not wanting someone always in his business but then came this spitfire who never missed an opportunity to push back on him; to make him dig deeper. johnny is more than some mere servant; he’s his confidant, his best friend, his… everything. he could be simon with him, not prince ghost

but simon figures that out too late

king price gets word from king shepherd, a kingdom they’ve only recently stopped feuding with and he’s offering up his son, prince graves, as a way to bond their kingdoms together and firmly put war behind them. price is ready to deny him, he doesn’t fear war from shepherd, when he sends some ancient laws that leave him unable to refuse. he hates it, hates that he’s ruining ghost’s happiness and feels like he’s betraying his adopted son but there’s nothing he can do

graves comes to their kingdom within the month and it’s clear from the moment he walks through their gates that he’s the opposite of ghost; arrogant and conceited, his ceremonial armour glossy and untouched by battle. he’s dismissive of their servants, of their ways, of their people and ghost hates him

graves insists that the wedding happen as soon as possible, pushing the craftsmen and cooks beyond their limits to prepare and every moment ghost spends with him, the more he dreads his wedding day. every evening he retreats to his room, exhausted, and it’s all johnny can do to keep him afloat; trying to keep him positive as ghost falls away and simon breaks in his arms. he wants to whisk him away like the old tales, the pain his oldest friend and love is in making his heart ache but all he can do is promise to be there with him

but it seems graves wants to take even him away

“soap’s been my lord in waiting since we were children,” ghost protests, voice barely clinging to civility. “i wouldn’t want to lose such a valuable worker.”

“there are plenty of decent servants in our kingdom; you’ll forget this one soon enough,” graves waves away, carding a possessive hand over his curls and it’s only bc he’s looking for it that soap sees ghost’s jaw twitch beneath his neck gaiter. “it’s custom for one marrying into our kingdom to embrace all that it has to offer, leaving who they were behind to become someone better. you’re entering a new life with me; you don’t need the baggage of this dreary place.”

soap feels sick as he walks behind them, his blank expression hiding all sign of his breaking heart.

“soap is beholden to me,” ghost declares. “we were sworn together by the old laws. i’m afraid a custom isn’t enough for me to break a vow to the gods.”

graves lets out a disgruntled noise, tugging harshly at one of ghost’s curls with only a thin veil of fondness; his conceding smile not reaching his eyes.

“i never made a vow to the gods,” johnny points out later. “price gave me to you because he was sick of me setting fire to the kitchens.”

simon hums and sets his freshly cleaned armour aside, turning to him with a twinkle in his eyes he’s barely seen since sheperd’s missive. “you pinkie swore that you would never leave me; that’s more powerful than any promise to the gods,” he says and soap’s thrown back fifteen years, to a willow tree big enough to touch the sky; to two boys from different stations who didn’t care that one was dressed in silk and the other in scraps.

johnny feels a lightness he hasn’t in a month as simon winks at him. “besides, do you really think graves is smart enough to figure it out?”

the days pass quickly, graves’ veneer of affection growing ever thinner, and before either of them are ready, it’s the eve of ghost’s wedding.

he’s said nothing, done nothing but stare at the wedding robes graves had tailored for him in the fashion of his kingdom and johnny doesn’t know how to break the silence. he draws out each second as he fusses with the cape piece and ensures the shoes shine in the fire light until he has no more excuses.

he sighs as he straightens up, brushing off polish onto his pants. “i suppose this is where i leave you,” he says with a weak smile but it quickly dies when simon still doesn’t look at him. “i’ll be here in the morning to help you get ready… good night, simon.”

johnny bows and makes for the door, trying to convince himself he didn’t just say goodbye.

but he’s stopped by simon’s hand loosely wrapping around his wrist.

he looks back as simon finally tears his eyes away from the robes, looking at him with such clear longing it almost brings him to his knees.

“i don’t want graves to be the first man to touch me, johnny,” he confesses and johnny’s breath hitches. “i don’t want to be married to another… not when the one i’m set to wed isn’t you. but if i have to do this… please let me feel loved one final time.”

simon’s thumb brushes the back of his hand; their kingdom’s greatest warrior caressing him with a touch light as silk. he doesn’t pull johnny in, doesn’t need to; johnny’s already sinking into his touch.

desperation and love tinge every movement; johnny dancing his fingers over simon’s neck gaiter until he all too happily removes it, baring his scarred cheeks and lips. johnny kisses each one, willing his love and his touch to linger above all others as they move together; sharing breath, sharing body, sharing soul the way they wish they always have.

when ghost makes his way down the aisle, it’s not in the fine embroidered robes graves had laid out for him. he’s in his battle armour; dark and weathered, the sign of the ghost, the warrior prince, going to battle. the only thing missing is his helm, tucked under his arm.

showing his hair; curls gone and shaved tight to his skin.

a thing done only in a time of great mourning.

graves looks irate and it’s the only spark of joy ghost feels as he stops before the altar; set beneath the willow tree where johnny promised himself to him. one final insult.

ghost is silent throughout the ceremony and in spirit and in grief, so is the entire gathered kingdom until the priestess reaches the final vows and suddenly, a great roar rises above the crowd as seemingly every child in the kingdom swarms the altar.

ghost is too shocked to do anything but let them push him away from graves, bullying their way between them like they’re preparing to protect him just as he’s always protected them.

graves is furious but the children stand firm in the face of his threats until he moves to strike one-

and freezes as soap’s blade finds his throat.

“you would dare hurt these children?” he growls, sword following graves as he stumbles back. “you’ve kept up your charade the entire time and here is where you show your true colours. i think it’s time i show mine.”

graves splutters as johnny turns to the priestess and king price, falling to one knee and offering up his blade. “your grace, i wish to challenge prince graves for the hand of prince simon!”

his voice rings clear and he feels the eyes of every person in the kingdom.

but he only cares for one man.

who is watching him with more love than he’s ever felt.

“who are you to challenge me?” graves sneers. “you’re nothing more than a servant; no better than the dirt on my boots.”

johnny doesn’t bother to look at him, too caught in the love in simon’s eyes and the grateful look on king price’s face. “then you should have nothing to worry about. you’ve been crowing your accolades from the rooftops since you got here; let’s see if you live up to the hype.”

because simon only ever introduced him as his lord in waiting.

never as sir soap- his second in command and one of the greatest swordsmen their kingdom has ever seen.

#soaps challenge over rules the law shepherd wrapped price up in and hes all too happy to grant it #and of course soap wins and the kingdom gets to witness the marriage of prince simon and sir johnny #im imagining soap as full highlander in the last scene #huge mohawk with braided sides running down his back kilt great sword the works #i dont know where this came from lmao i was half asleep listening to sick of losing soulmates by dodie and it was like i was possessed #which is my favourite type of inspiration i cant lie #laswell is the priestess and gaz is prices advisor or his lord in waiting im not sure #lord in waiting is the male equivalent of lady in waiting just btw as far as i know its like a personal handmaid #i did about half a second of googling then went of existing knowledge that could very easily be wrong #coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt #we’re a team. ghost team #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghoap #john soap mactavish #soap cod #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #john price #captain price #phillip graves #fic #au #save post

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Anxiety

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This one is angsty y’all. Read the warnings. Take care of yourselves.

Simon "Ghost" Riley and Johnny "Soap" MacTavish and f!reader - pre-relationship. You're meeting the guys at a bar and run into someone from your past, launching you head-first into a panic attack. Secrets are unveiled.

Warnings: Panic attack, dissociation, trouble speaking, discussion of past sexual assault, discussion of past trauma, implied violence.

But it ends happy, I promise.

Word count: 2.9k

You settled back in your seat with a slow sigh, scanning the bar for your two friends. Soap had promised to meet you there, and Ghost had just grunted, which could go either way for him. But you had a feeling he’d show up.

So now it was just a waiting game, to see how long they took to get ready.

They better not be far behind you. They owed you a drink.

The bar was quieter than you’d expected, playing slow jazz over the speakers, the constant chatter of voices and chink of glassware almost comforting. You relaxed back into the booth, rolling your shoulders.

It had been a long week. A very long week. You knew you were not the only one eager to have a drink and relax for a bit.

You spotted Ghost first, partially because of the balaclava he still wore in public, and partially because of his height. Then you saw Soap, standing next to Ghost as always. You waved, and Soap waved back. Ghost just nodded. The two got into line for the bar, and you could practically see them bantering back and forth.

And then someone blocked your view. You scowled a little as you looked up at the man between you and your friends, and you went very still, heart tripping and then pumping triple time against your ribs.

"Those your friends?" The man had a slightly cruel smirk, shoulders back and chest out to make himself look more impressive and take up more room.

And he looked exactly like someone from your past, someone you had tried desperately to forget.

"Yes." The answer was soft. You hadn't even meant to answer, but your brain had dissolved into white noise. It had been years. But still you couldn't focus, could barely think.

"You could ditch them, come have fun with me." He smirked down at you, apparently thinking for whatever reason that made him more appealing.

You didn't answer. You couldn't. Your brain was just… stuck. Stuck wondering if this was him, if he remembered. The way you couldn't forget.

"Hey." He snapped his fingers in front of your face a couple times. "You wanna come or not?"

"Oi." Soap practically materialized next to the man, scowl in place. "Leave off."

The man half-turned, mouth open to tell off Soap, and then froze as Ghost appeared behind Soap. The blood drained from his face and he nearly tripped over himself backing off.

"Bonnie?" Soap dropped in the seat next to you, and Ghost took the other side. "Hope you didn't know him."

"No," you murmured, still floaty and untethered. Your heart wouldn't slow down, the static in your brain barely abating. "I don't… think so."

Ghost turned to you, and you could just see his frown under the balaclava. "Why didn't you chase him off? Never had a problem shouting down arseholes before."

"Dunno." You dropped your gaze to the table, blinking slowly at the beer Soap set in front of you.

"Bonnie?" Soap leaned closer, frowning. His arm touched yours and you did something you'd never done before with these two.

You flinched.

You felt them both tense, the air between you turning thick and hard to breathe. Vaguely you were aware of your shoulders creeping up to your ears, of the burning in your chest as you struggled to breathe.

"Look at me." Ghost suddenly just was in your space, and you blinked stupidly at him. "Breathe for me. Focus on me."

Your first inhalation was short and shaky, but you did better on the next one. Ghost's gaze didn't waver, fixed on you, the weight of it forcing you to do better.

By the time Soap came back (and it scared you a little that you hadn't even noticed him leave) you were breathing more or less normally.

"Up we go," Soap murmured, carefully telegraphing his movements as he held a hand out to you. Ghost got up first, and you followed, feeling shaky. But you did take Soap's hand.

The world was still staticky around the edges, but you felt less like a raw nerve and more… dull. Flat.

"We're taking you home," Soap told you, quiet but with an underlying steel that dared you to protest. "Got a car almost here."

You nodded slowly, following meekly as Soap got you out of the bar. Ghost was a comforting, terrifying presence at your back.

The night air was cooler than the bar, though you almost couldn't feel it. Your brain focused on the unimportant things: the lights shining on the road from a shop light up ahead. The honk of a car a street over. Soap was still standing close to you, his hand in yours, though your fingers were limp.

A car pulled up and Ghost got in first. Soap nudged you into the back next to him, and then forced you to scoot into the middle seat so you were bracketed by the two of them. Your hands moved on autopilot, buckling you in and then folding in your lap.

The warmth and solid press of the two men was grounding, even in the silence of the car. The driver didn't say a word, just turned his music up a notch and drove.

Your breathing was off. Too… shallow maybe? You tried taking a deeper breath and stuttered through the exhale.

"Easy, Bonnie," Soap murmured, his hand landing on your knee, warm and solid. "Not far now, yeah?"

You nodded slowly. Thinking was difficult. Everything still felt separated by a layer of static, but the static was slowly clearing, replaced by the warmth of the two men.

Soap's hand turned out to be a good distraction for you, a good focal point. His hand was much bigger than yours, covering your knee with ease. You could see barely-there scars on his skin, and one nail was chipped.

You breathed in, and the car stopped. Soap's hand left your knee, but a moment later you felt your seatbelt pop open.

Ghost nudged you, and you climbed out after Soap. His hand once again wrapped around yours, tethering you.

"Where are your keys?" Ghost asked. When had he exited? It didn't matter.

"Pocket." You fumbled for a moment before Ghost took over, his fingers in and out of your pocket so quickly you barely even felt it.

Ghost went first, with Soap keeping close to your side as they walked you up to your apartment. Vaguely, you wondered why. They could have just dropped you off.

"No, we couldn't."

You blinked at Soap. When had he turned into a mind reader?

"I'm not." His lips twitched in almost-amusement. "You've got no filter, Bonnie."

"Huh." This time you were actually aware of speaking the word. It felt odd. Not quite like you.

And then your apartment door was open and Soap was ushering you inside and Ghost was sweeping the other rooms.

You sat on your couch, Soap immediately sitting next to you and fishing out his phone.

"What do we do for this," he muttered, more to himself than you, gaze flitting between you and his phone.

"The fuck should I know?" Ghost grumbled. "Blankets?"

"You see any around?"

The bantering centered you, soothing and familiar, and you breathed in. Everything snapped back into focus, suddenly too bright and too loud. You clenched your jaw, blinking through it until everything settled just to the left of normal.

Your hands were shaking. You clenched them instead.

"Don't need blankets." Your voice came out raspy and thin, but you were back in the driver's seat, at least.

Both of them snapped their attention to you, and you knew they were cataloging differences. The way your shoulders were hunched, the way you refused to look at either of them.

"What do you need?" Simon was the one to ask. And it was Simon now, not Ghost. The barest glimpse at him showed an openness not otherwise present.

You snorted, pressing one hand over your eyes. "A new fucking brain," you muttered. You only half meant it.

"What happened?" Johnny scooted closer until his knee pushed up against yours.

"Panic attack." You looked down at your hands, unable to face them.

"What triggered it?" Johnny reached over slowly, taking one of your hands. When you didn't object, he started unfurling your fingers, rubbing his thumb across your palm.

You breathed in slowly, debating between the truth and making something up. It was hard to talk about, and this was not how you'd wanted to admit this, ever, but…

"It was that guy, wasn't it?" Simon prowled closer, cold rage in his voice. "What did he do?"

"Nothing," you answered quickly. Too quickly.

"You can tell us," Johnny offered, still rubbing your hand soothingly. "We won't judge."

"No, it's not–" You cut yourself off with a huff. "He didn't have time to do anything." There, that was better.

But Simon didn't buy it. He dropped down to crouch in front of you, eyes narrowed, holding your gaze through sheer force of personality. "What did he do?"

You swallowed hard, caught there. Then you sighed and gave in to the inevitable.

"I don't know for sure that he did anything." The answer was carefully worded. You wished you could look away, anything to make this easier. But Simon didn't move, didn't offer you that reprieve. "In the bar, the only thing he did was talk and be a generic asshole."

"What else do you think he did? Or might've done?" Johnny pressed closer to you, his other hand curling gently around your wrist. Checking your pulse, you realized with a little start. Well, goddammit all.

You sighed, closing your eyes briefly. "It was a long time ago."

The words had the opposite effect from what you intended. Johnny scooted even closer while Simon huffed, both of them clearly tense and not giving up.

"Why are you protecting him?" Simon asked, eyes narrowing at you.

"It's not him I'm protecting." You hadn't meant to say that. You swore softly and pulled away. Or tried to.

"'S alright, gorgeous," Johnny murmured, holding fast to you. "Take your time."

You sighed, short and hard, through your nose. Okay. Best to just tell them. Just like ripping off a bandaid.

"I was raped. In college."

You were wrong. That wasn't any better. The tension rocketed up in the room, and Johnny drew in a sharp breath while Simon started swearing.

"And it was him?" Simon asked, hands clenched into fists.

"I don't know." You shrugged a little. "This was over ten years ago. He looked…" You had to pause and swallow hard, flexing your fingers to hide that your hands were shaking. "He looked like him. But I don't know."

"Give me a name." Simon's voice was quiet and lethal, the kind you only ever heard on missions.

"Simon–"

"Give. Me. A. Name."

You shook your head a little. "Doesn't matter," you mumbled. "It was a very long time ago."

"It matters, it clearly still bothers you." Johnny tightened his grip on you a little, not letting you pull away. "Tell us what happened, who it was."

You puffed out your cheeks, gaze darting from Simon to Johnny to the kitchen window to the front door. Your heart was starting to speed up again, your breathing less steady than you liked.

Simon rocked back on his heels, observing you for a few long moments. Then he stood and moved to the front door, double checking the locks. Your heart sank. He wasn't letting you out of this.

"If you're making me do this, I need a drink." You tried to stand, only for Johnny to pull you back.

"Simon will get it."

You huffed but gave up. "The top shelf to the left of the fridge," you told him, leaning back into the couch. You still felt flighty and unsettled, but oddly enough Johnny's hands on you helped.

Barely a few moments passed before a glass was held out to you. You took it, frowning a little at the drink before you knocked the whole thing back.

"I've never…" You trailed off and cleared your throat. Your hands were shaking again. "I was in college. Knew this guy in one of my classes. He seemed decent enough, we chatted sometimes." You paused to swallow hard, stretching out your fingers. Johnny carefully folded your hand in his, twining his fingers with yours. "After finals, he invited me out for a celebratory drink. Then he walked me back and…" You trailed off, struggling to keep yourself in the here and now.

"It's alright, Bonnie," Johnny murmured, squeezing your hand. "Did you file a report?"

You dropped your gaze to the floor and shook your head. "Never told anyone," you mumbled.

The silence dragged at your head, pulling your shoulders tight and clenching vice-like around your chest. The urge to babble or scream or do anything to break the awful silence nearly had you biting your tongue, just waiting for the shoe to drop.

A hand cupped your chin, firm but not harsh, and pulled your gaze up. Startled, you didn't fight it, and found yourself blinking into Simon's eyes.

"You survived," he said, soft and quiet and a little bit pained. "You're still here. That's enough to be proud of, love."

Your shoulders sank and the pressure lifted from your chest with a soft whoosh. You couldn't nod, couldn't smile, could just hold his gaze and hope he saw the relief past the blur of tears.

"I know that was hard, Bonnie," Johnny murmured, crowding closer to you to press his warmth against your side. "I'm proud of you."

You closed your eyes with a shuddery sigh, relaxing into the two men. The last bits of static cleared away, your heart finally evening out into a more normal rhythm. Relief left you almost light-headed.

"What was his name?" Simon asked so quietly, so gently, you didn't even think. You just told him. You didn't even open your eyes.

Not until Simon released you. Then you blinked rapidly, reaching for him.

"Just a mo, love," he murmured. "I'll be right back." He stepped away from the two of you.

"Well," Johnny started, pulling your attention back to him, "wanna get ready for bed? Feel like you should sleep after that."

You made a face, torn. Yes, you wanted to go to bed. But you didn't want to be alone.

"Suppose so," was what you settled on.

"Let's go look at your sleeping arrangements." With an easy grin, Johnny stood and hauled you to your feet as well. You led the way to your bedroom, letting him look his fill as you extricated yourself to grab sleep clothes.

Not that there was much to see. Beyond your bed, which was the largest you could get. You liked having space to sprawl out.

(You liked the idea of having enough space for someone to sprawl out with you, having room for someone to sleep with you, to cuddle with you–)

"Not bad," Johnny murmured, touching the bedspread appreciatively. "Get comfy, I’ll be right back." And he, too, left you.

For a moment, panic tried to crowd its way back in. You'd said too much, finally revealed that you weren't who they thought. They'd realized you were weak, a liability, that the mere appearance of one man who may or may not even be from your past could so thoroughly hurt you.

But you shook yourself and pinched your thigh, hard. The pain cleared your head just enough to realize you could just hear voices, the two of them talking. So you got ready for bed, a little more sluggish than normal, but good enough.

You had just sat on your bed, feeling a little adrift again, when Simon and Johnny came back. Simon hadn't changed at all, but Johnny had stripped down to a soft tee and boxers, and he shamelessly crawled into your bed.

You, admittedly, short circuited. Just a little.

"What?"

"Get comfy," Johnny said, as if this were totally normal. "We're staying the night."

You blinked at him, watching him worm his way under the covers, and then just sort of gave up. You got into bed too.

And then squeaked when Simon pushed you over, effectively sandwiching you between himself and Johnny. Johnny looked smug as he wrapped his arms around you, giving Simon time to sit up in bed and get comfy.

"See? Nice, isn't it?" Johnny asked, undeniably smug. You gathered that this had been his idea.

"Mmhm." Still a bit in shock, you couldn't muster anything more coherent than that. But you did slowly relax into the two, breathing easier. Now that you felt you could relax, exhaustion hit you like a freight train.

"Sleep," Simon ordered you, one hand briefly touching the top of your head.

"We'll be here," Johnny promised softly, holding you just a little tighter.

There was nothing for you to do but obey. Lulled by their soft breathing and their promises, you closed your eyes.

Two days later, Simon silently placed a knife in front of you. There was still a speckle of blood on the handle, a very intentional move on his part. He didn't say anything, but he didn't need to.

You remembered giving him the name of your rapist well enough.

Sleep that night came swiftly and easily, the knife safely in the drawer of your bedside table.

#cod fanfic #whoops i did a thing #johnny soap mactavish x simon ghost riley x reader #f!reader

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