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capt-mactavish · 1 year

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Provoke

little ficlet I wrote while I should have been writing my other one, while I should have been writing my RP, while I should have been working around the house on my day off. Enjoy!

Warning: Explicit!! 18+, minors DNI

Warnings for: gratuitous sex

Bottom John “Soap” MacTavish x Top Male Reader

“Fuck, Johnny, look atchu,” you speak in a hushed whisper, almost in reverence.

Johnny turns his head to look at himself in the mirror of the vanity you have him pinned up against. His mouth hangs open as he pants gently, fogging up the glass. And quiet, breathy moans leave his throat on every snap of your hips. His face is dusted pink, all the way up to the tips of his ears and down his neck, disappearing underneath the hem of his shirt.

“You look so pretty like this, baby,” you coo, leaning over him, caging him in as you plant your arms on either side of him on the countertop.

The man beneath you shivers as your breath ghosts over the shell of his ear, and your lips curl into a satisfied smirk.

“Cheeky bastard,” Johnny huffs, wearing a smile of his own as your eyes meet in the reflection. “You’re way too into this.”

“Would you prefer it if I stopped?” You offer, slowing your thrusts and leaning back up as if to step away.

“Stop and I’ll gut you,” Johnny growls, whipping his head around to face you and gripping the shoulder strap of your tactical vest in a tight fist.

“As you wish,” you concede, picking the pace back up, exaggeratedly rolling your hips.

“Don’t think- ah- you could if you… wanted to, anyway,” Johnny says with a growing smirk, turning back to face the mirror, his eyes once more catching yours in the reflection.

“You’re probably right,” you growl, dropping your head down to press your forehead against the back of Johnny’s shoulder. “You feel so good.”

Johnny chuckles and reaches back to you, curling his fingers into your hair.

“Knew you’d be into this,” he says in a prideful tone. “Knew you couldn’t resist me.”

You think back to just moments before. When you had been so fed up with the Sergeant’s constant teasing, on route to- and the entire duration of- the mission, you had finally had enough and snapped.

Grabbing Johnny by the shoulder, you had shoved him into the dingy bathroom and shut the door behind you. The Sergeant stumbled back and watched you advance on him with wide eyes like a predator stalking its prey.

But still, a smile graced his lips, heart thumping in anticipation as to how you would finish what he started.

Forcefully, you spun the man around to face the mirror, then slammed him down onto the countertop, pinning him there with his hands behind his back.

“You fucking tease,” You had hissed, rutting your hips forward into Johnny’s backside, letting him feel the hard length of your cock, his doing, straining against the front of your pants.

“Come on, big boy,” he goaded, looking at you over his shoulder. He pressed his ass back enticingly against your crotch and smirked when you sucked in a sharp breath, “You know you want to fuck me.”

Unfortunately, and much to your annoyance, he had been right. Evidenced even further by the fact that you were now buried balls deep inside him, in the middle of a mission, in a dirty bathroom, with the rest of your team who knows where.

“We could still get caught,” you warn, moving your head to brush your lips against the side of his neck.

“And would ye stop if we were?” Johnny challenges. He’s got a cocky look on his face, along with that stupid, pretty smile of his.

You don’t answer, knowing the answer is probably, most definitely, no.

Johnny feels too good around your cock, and looks too pretty all flushed and panting. It didn’t matter who could come through that bathroom door right now and see you. Let them watch for all you care, you weren’t stopping for anyone.

All you can do is growl and reach an arm around Johnny’s front, pulling him back against your chest as your thrusts become harder.

“Kinky fucker,” Johnny teases.

And you hate that he’s right. Again. That you wouldn’t mind one bit. Might even enjoy it. At least whoever it was would know for damn sure that Johnny is yours.

“Don’t... worry about it,” the Sergeant says, trying to reassure you. “The building… is clear and the rest of the team… is nowhere near here, nobody-”

“Soap, this is Ghost, how copy?”

You freeze, stilling yourself for just a moment. You can feel Johnny having become just as rigid beneath you.

Again, your eyes meet in the mirror and you swear you can see a bit of color draining from Johnny’s face.

“Soap?”

You smile mischievously at Johnny before slowly starting to fuck him again, and you tilt your head to whisper directly into his ear.

“Go on, Johnny, answer him.”

Another shiver rolls down Johnny’s spine. His eyes are wide, you can tell he’s reluctant. He looks like he’s about to refuse when Ghost’s voice comes over the comms again, a bit more urgency in his tone now.

“Johnny, how copy?”

The arm still around Johnny’s front reaches down to his comm unit and presses down on the PTT button, all while holding eye contact with him in the mirror as you fuck him from behind.

Johnny swallows thickly before speaking, “Th-this is Soap. I… I copy, L.t.”

“‘Bought time, Sergeant. What’s your twenty?”

Just as Johnny gets ready to respond, your next thrust comes hard and fast. It tears a groan out of his throat just as you press down on the button, forcing him to bite down on his lip in order to try and cut himself off.

“Johnny, you alright?” comes Ghost’s voice.

Obviously he hadn’t stopped himself in time, and he glares at you in the reflection. Though his expression doesn’t hold any weight, and looks more pleading instead.

“Y-yes sir, -ah- just… just finishing… the sweep, sir.” he huffs between thrusts.

“Sergeant, what’s wrong? Are you injured?” Ghost asks, a bit of concern starting to seep in.

You're starting to move faster, and Johnny preemptively grabs your wrist, holding your thumb off the button of the comm as he lets himself moan loudly. His eyes are closed in pure bliss and he leans forward and lets his forehead prop against the glass.

What a pretty sight, seeing him so undone. It fills you with pride, and the grin on your face says it all.

Once he lets go, you retract your hand, giving him control back over the PTT. He fumbles his fingers over it for a moment, jostled by your sharp thrusts, but finally finds the button and presses it down.

“N-no, sir… ‘M fine. Just… finishing up here.. -AH!”

Johnny keens as the hand that was once pressing his PTT was now underneath his shirt pinching his nipple. Though, you think he had managed to release the button before crying out this time. Lucky little shit.

There’s a long silence over the radio, and you wonder if Ghost is buying it. You certainly wouldn’t if you were him.

Johnny also seems doubtful, glancing at you in the mirror with eyes full of uncertainty and a hand covering his mouth.

“Copy,” comes Ghost, finally, though with a suspicious bit of resignation in his tone. “Evac is on route, ETA 5 minutes. Get your arses over here.”

“Yes, sir,” Johnny pipes, letting go of the comm and slamming his hand down firmly on the countertop.

“Dirty bastard, I’ll get you back for that!” he exclaims, glaring at you over his shoulder.

You only grin, your fingers curl into the short mohawk and yank his head back as your other hand digs into the exposed flesh of his hip.

“I look forward to it, sweetheart,” you say, and any more words Johnny had wanted to say die on his tongue as your thrusts turn brutal, fucking him relentlessly.

Johnny mewls obscenely, bracing his hands up against the mirror as you fuck him into it. His mouth hangs open, letting every lewd and wanton sound he can possibly make fall off his tongue freely.

If only he was still on comms now, you think to yourself, imagining everyone hearing everything you’re doing to him.

Glancing down between your bodies and letting go of his hair briefly, you pull your shirt up, wanting an unobstructed view of your cock disappearing into Johnny’s eager hole.

You can see him watching you in the mirror, watery eyes taking in your bare skin. And you watch as he reaches down in between himself and the vanity and starts to stroke himself to the rhythm of your thrusts.

“That’s it baby, you take my cock so well,” you praise, running a hand up his back underneath his shirt. “Such a good boy.”

“Oh fuck!” Johnny blurts out, goosebumps rising to the surface of his skin. He’s looking at you in the mirror, his glassy eyes pleading with you yet again. His strokes start to become erratic, hand shaking. “‘M close!”

“Yeah? Ya gonna come, baby? Go on, sweetheart, come for me,” you speak, and as if waiting for your permission, he does.

Johnny comes, and you can tell he’s never came quite so hard before. The sound that tears itself from his throat is absolutely filthy and he looks surprised at himself for having it in him to make. His legs quiver and shake, and you think they’d probably give out if you didn’t have him in an iron grip.

As he comes down moments later, his top half slumps against the countertop, whimpering with oversensitivity as you still plow mercilessly into him.

“Good boy. So fucking good for me, baby,” you growl through gritted teeth, feeling yourself nearing the edge. “‘M gonna come, sweetheart. God fucking dammit you feel so good. Fuck!”

The sound Johnny makes is somewhere between a sob and a moan and it’s what finally tips you over the edge. You slam into him one final time, pressing yourself in as far as you possibly can as your orgasm hits you like a freight train. You groan, deep and guttural, and your cock spasms as you coat his insides with your thick seed. Your hands are sure to leave bruises on his hips with the way you’re gripping them.

A moment passes where you are content to stay like this forever, buried inside Johnny with no care for the outside world and its responsibilities. But as you feel yourself softening, and your senses return to you, you become aware of time passing once more and pull out.

Stepping back, however, you allow yourself a moment to watch in satisfaction as your cum drips out of Johnny’s ass onto the floor or runs down the inside of his thighs.

You hum contentedly, burning the sight into your memory for a rainy day.

Johnny is still whimpering softly, and you can see he still has his leaking cock in his hand.

“Alright, there, MacTavish?” you ask, pulling your pants back up and rearranging your gear.

He only nods, and you smirk triumphantly before swatting a hand across his bare ass.

“Careful what you wish for, Johnny boy,” you say gruffly. You then grab your discarded gun by the door before opening it and walking out.

You can tell you’re a little late to the evac helo by the angry, irritated eyes Ghost was giving the two of you.

“Everything alright, you two?” He asks, eyeing Johnny as you let him climb in first.

“Yes, sir,” Johnny responds, avoiding his gaze, as well as the others, and taking his seat quickly.

Ghosts' eyes fall on you and you flash him a devilish smile.

“Just peachy, sir,” you say, and you swear Ghosts eyes narrow just slightly before you, too, board the helo.

You take a seat opposite Johnny, and smirk as Ghost takes the seat next to him. You can’t wait to watch him squirm in his seat the whole way back with the Lieutenant's eyes on him and an ass full of your cum.

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captianprices40thson · 8 months

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They'll be chaos on the rails when the railway strikes.

Ghost x M!reader x Soap.

Word count: 6.3k

Warnings: ANGST!!, blood, descriptions of bones breaking, icky gross torture (only a small bit) memory loss, Ghost won't stop cracking jokes, canon-typical violence.

Based on the prompt by @happylighttraveler. You can find it here: Request!

Reader uses He/him pronouns, Y/N is used to refer to the reader, second person POV.

(Oh my god!! I had so much fun writing this!! Please, request more stuff for me!)

Right! Lets get into it!!

“What are you talking about?” “I said you’re staying here!” You and Soap were arguing about the newest mission assigned to the task force, clearly having opposing views. You knew that you weren’t the most experienced with the terrorist, but neither was Soap. In fact, none of you really had a clue what you were doing when faced with the threat that was Vladmir Makarov, apart from Price but, well…he was Price. Ever since you were injured on your last mission and had to spend a week recovering, Ghost and Soap had been extra protective of you despite your protests.

“I have just as much of a right to go as you or anyone else does.” You argued, but Soap had made it clear he wasn’t listening. He shut his eyes and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in order to stop himself from exploding. He wanted to yell, to sit you down and tell you that you were a liability to the mission, that you couldn’t handle it…but he couldn't. He loved you too much to even burden you with those thoughts, but someone else didn’t have a problem with it.

“Soap’s right. You’re staying here.” Ghost spoke up from the corner of the room that he had been hiding in. He stood in the shadows a lot, something you had gotten used to in your time knowing him. His arms crossed over his chest and his eyes showed no emotion, as they always did. It had been hard learning to read Ghost, hell, you still couldn’t properly distinguish from mild anger and mild disgust.

“Riley-” Your protest was cut off by him holding up his hand, instinctually shutting your mouth at his motion. You knew better than to argue with your superior, it still angered you though. Your face scrunched up in disapproval, but you kept your yap shut tight in case you said anything you regretted.

“Y/N, It’s too risky for you to go. Your leg hasn’t fully healed yet and we have no idea how it’ll react to the environment. Price has already taken you off of the assignment. You’re staying here and leading us through behind the monitor. Is that clear?” Ghost stated, walking over to where you and Soap were standing, his steps were small compared to his usual stride, but that was probably because the room was so small. The two men were standing in a line in front of you, like a triangle was formed and you were the point.

Neither Ghost nor Soap wanted to do this to you, they knew how much you enjoyed the missions you went on with them, but they loved you too much to wager your safety in an unfamiliar environment. Ghost wasn’t afraid to use his position to threaten you and Soap didn’t mind backing Ghost up on that. The Scotsman was a bit more hesitant to be mean to you than the Brit, but it didn’t matter. You were staying here and that was final.

After fighting yourself internally, you clenched your fists and looked down, giving a small nod. You knew that they were just trying to protect you, but you still hated it. You weren’t a child in need of protection, you were an adult that could handle yourself, but you couldn't risk being court marshalled…again.

“Good…now come on, Johnny. Price called us into the meeting room five minutes ago. I don't want to anger that man by making him wait any longer. Y/N…don’t get yourself into any trouble.” Ghost added on, brushing his shoulder up against Soap’s in order to tell him it was time to go in a non verbal matter. Soap nodded and took one better look at you, before following Ghost out of the room, leaving you there alone. There were a million thoughts rushing through your head, none that you could quite pinpoint. There was sadness, anger, betrayal, understanding…and fear. Fear that without you, your team wouldn’t make it back. Or maybe, they’d do everything without you and you’d be left alone without them.

You couldn’t quite understand what you were feeling…but you were hurt.

So when a week or so later, when the team had left and arrived at their destination, you couldn't help but groan and lay your head on the table as you heard their chatter over the radio.

“Y/N, do you have us going?” Price’s voice cackled in over the radio and you looked up at the monitors. You had the amazing view of Ghost’s chest cam that was half-obscured by the snow falling everywhere. You gathered yourself and responded, looking over at the radio you had on your desk. It was a clever thing, you didn’t need to press a button to communicate, it just picked up any noise from your end and put it through to their walkie talkies without you having to even move.

“I’ve got you, Captain.” You responded, trying to make your voice sound less tired and annoyed than you were. You could see Soap walk in front of Ghost’s camera and give a little wave, knowing you were there and trying to cheer you up. You couldn’t help but grin, seeing his stupid smile that he wore proudly. But now was no time for smiles, because you knew they had a very important mission at hand. Finding and taking down Vladmir Makarov. It was a capture or kill mission, so everyone was a little nervous. You could see Gaz do a little jig and adjust his hat as he walked alongside Price, kicking the thick snow on the ground in order to move. For a moment, you were grateful you weren’t there and wouldn’t have to deal with the hassle that is thick snow.

But that moment passed and you realised you wished to be with them. You were alone in the base, the silence was painful. You were always used to hearing a scream from Soap that somehow always had something to do with Scotland, or Gaz and Price acting like a father and son. Ghost was always quiet, but you always knew that he was there. You were the guys, a team, a squad!…and now it was just one of you.

Watching as the team made their way into the base, you made sure to check over the detailed map of the area, letting them know when to turn and when to check for guards and other enemies. It was halfway into the mission where you felt a sense of unease in your stomach, like something was off.

“Y/N, are you still with us?” You heard Soap’s voice over the radio and brought yourself back to reality. You still couldn’t shake off that feeling that something was wrong…very wrong.

“I’m here. Is everything alright over there?” You asked, your voice unsure and trembling. You could only hope that everything was okay on their end and that it was all in your head, but even with Gaz’s reassurance that they were all fine on their end, something was wrong…very wrong.

“We’re breaching his office now, this ends here.” Price announced to you and the rest of the task force, his thick British accent making him sound more confident in himself than he actually was at the moment. You spun around in your chair, looking over the room you were in as clearly, they did not need you anymore. You looked up at the security camera in the corner, thinking to yourself. That’s probably what was wrong, they had been meaning to change the batteries in the cameras, even from there you could see the light flickering and trying it’s best to continue working. In a way, kind of like yourself.

“Y/N, we’ve got a problem.” Price’s voice called out and you turned around to see the monitor on your screen. They were all standing in an office type area, the one that had been marked to be Makarov’s office. Confusion took over you as you realised why Price had a problem.

“Where’s Makarov?” You asked, raising the question that everyone else had been thinking. You watched Ghost move around the room, along with everyone else. Price and Gaz had left the room in order to go search the halls, which was probably a stupid idea to split off from the soldier who was carrying the only man who knew the instructions around the place, but they did it anyway.

“Y/N, can you look back through your feed? Can you see if we missed something?” Soap asked, his Scottish accent making his words a bit hard to understand to the average person, but handing around the man so often, you had learned how to understand his jibber-jabber. You moved the mouse over to the side of your video, trying to see if that was something you could do. Still, the feeling of unease was there and bigger than ever. It felt like someone was right behind him ready to kill him, that’s how bad it was.

“I honestly don’t know how to do that. I-I’d have to end the recording on the tape, so I wouldn’t be able to see you guys. I don’t think I can help you guys here. Could you go get P-” Your speech was cut off by a slam against your head, sending you to the floor and off your chair. You hit the floor with a thud, yelling out of instinct. Your vision was blurry, but you still managed to look up and make out the figure looming over you.

Makarov.

You tried to get up or even just move away, but a boot slammed down to your chest prevented you from moving. You heard the cracks of several ribs breaking, blood collecting in your throat as the pain coursed through your body. You yelled out in pain, but were quickly stopped by him placing a rag of sorts against your mouth. Your tear-filled eyes cleared and you could see his face just a couple inches away from yours, his heterochromic eyes staring into yours. You could see several more soldiers surrounding you two and you realised you were completely and utterly screwed.

“Jesus…these are the people that Price is working with. You were so easy to sneak up on, honestly.” Makarov commented, moving his foot that wasn’t on your chest to your right wrist, pressing down on it hard so that you would be in too much pain to even try and make a move with your left. Your heart stopped as you realised that this man was an actual terrorist and you were in actual trouble. You shivered as he bent down, grabbing your chin and inspecting you like you were a brand new toy that he was to play with.

“I can work with this.” He smiled, before moving his hand to the back of your head. He moved his boots off of your chest and wrist and you breathed a sigh of relief, before he raised your head and slammed it into the floor. You let out a cry of pain that was only mildly muffled by the rag as you felt your nose break, before Makarov took a step backwards and slammed his foot down on your neck, causing your voice to be temporarily restricted and your breathing to become a difficult task..

You could hear Soap and Ghost’s yells over the radio as they heard you being attacked, which filled you with a bit of hope…before Makarov hissed something in Russian that you couldn’t quite make out and the man closest to the two of you took the radio and slammed it on the floor, stomping his foot on it for good measure. You watched the pieces scatter, some of it landing close to you and cutting your skin. You would cry…but you could feel Makarov’s grip on your head get tighter and the thought of him slamming your head into the cold concrete floor again wouldn’t end well for you.

You could only watch as the blood from your injuries created a pool under you, some of it coming from your chest, others from the cuts on your arm or the blood pooling from your head injury. You could feel your breathing get shallower and your eyes close as the realm of unconsciousness took you into its surprisingly warm arms. You could swear that you were dying, that this was it…this was how you died.

Meanwhile, halfway across the world, Soap and Ghost were freaking out as their only connection to you was cut off unexpectedly and they were pretty sure you were dead. They looked over to one another, Soap with tears in his eyes, Ghost with his own being wider than anyone had ever seen them before.

“Price! Gaz! D-Did you-” Soap called out to the duo, before the two rushed back into the room, both with frantic looks on their faces. The rest of the team had seen this look on Price before…it was the look of pure fear and panic.

“We heard. It was Makarov. He’s not here. He’s there and I’m pretty sure he…he just killed Y/N. We have to go now.” Price ordered, looking over at the group of frightened men in front of him. He had to shut off his emotions in that moment in order to remain strong and lead the team, but his team couldn’t do the same. He could see the pure fear in their faces that they hadn’t seen in their darkest moments. Ghost carefully placed his hand on Soap’s shoulder, trying to be the stronger one out of the two. He gave a nod to Price, who nodded back and turned so he could lead the group out of there.

It was harder to leave without your help, meaning they ran into a few more enemies and a few more bullets no longer lay in their magazines. Soap’s head was rushing with thoughts, tears streaming down his face blurring his vision. He had Ghost’s hand on his shoulder to guide him as they ran through the thick snow. Even when they loaded into the emergency helicopter, he had Ghost to help him in and hold his shoulder tight..

Getting back to base was scary and they all tried to prepare themselves for the worst. They didn’t know what they were going to find when they got back. Soap was utterly terrified that you were dead and when they entered the room they’d find Makarov standing over your dead body, but then again it was a long while till they’d be back and he doubted Makarov would stay just to see their reactions…but his brain couldn’t be convinced that whatever would happen would be otherwise.

Meanwhile, Ghost couldn’t help but blame himself. It was his idea for you to stay behind in the first place. He was the one that convinced Price and the rest of the team that you were in no condition to fight…and they had all agreed. He was to blame. He was the one that let Makarov find and murder you…this was his fault.

“We’ll be back in a couple hours, I’ve notified Laswell and told her to get the closest possible people to rush over to our base and figure out the situation. I’m sorry for leading you guys into a dead end.” Price told the base, shutting the door that separated the pilot from the rest of the crew. He strutted to the back of the helicopter, where everyone was sitting. Ghost and Soap next to each other, Gaz sitting with his head down opposite them. Price sat down next to Gaz and put his hand on his shoulder as a father would.

“It’s not your fault, Price. You couldn’t have known, none of us would’ve. We were told he was there, everyone thought he was.” Ghost responded, keeping it together a bit better than Soap was. Inside, he was screaming. He was screaming because you might be dead. He heard the slams, the screams, the unmistakable sound of bones breaking…if you didn’t die from that then you’d die from not getting medical attention.

“I know but…we’ll figure out what happened when we get back.” Price ended the conversation, not wanting to focus on the fact that he had been misled and had put not only you, but his team in danger. He felt like a failure of a captain, unable to even keep his team alive and safe for a minute.

When they arrived back at base, they basically rushed in. The other team that was close by and able, The Rat’s Nest, was already at the scene. Their leader, Captain Darryl ‘Aragon’ Wilson, was there and ready to walk Price and the rest of the team through the scene.

“We ran in here, the windows were broken and the doors had their locks taken off. But…we couldn’t find either of the men Laswell had described. We only found…” Darryl trailed off as they entered the room you were previously working in, letting it speak for itself.

There was blood on the floor, so much blood. The chair you were sitting on was laying on the floor in the corner, clearly having taken a hit or two. They could see the smashed radio on the floor, some of the blood that was presumably yours had surrounded the outsides of it, making Soap cringe out of disgust and distaste. There was a short blood trail that looked like somebody had been dragged in the liquid all the way to the door, before it stopped. Ghost looked over in the corner to see the security camera, its light no longer blinking.

“Have we checked the camera?” He asked, his thick British accent hiding the desperation trying to claw out of it. He was terrified, they all were. Darryl looked over into the corner, shaking his head. He crossed his arms, looking down at Ghost from where he was standing.

“We just assumed it was dead and wouldn’t have anything useful. Do you reckon it’s worth checking?” He asked, crossing his arms, his face showing interest and curiosity. Soap nodded, turning over to the two Captains who were blocking a concerned Gaz from the Scot’s vision.

“It's worth a shot.” Soap confirmed what the nod meant, hoping his thick scottish accent covered his shaky voice, but he knew it didn't. Ghost looked over to Soap, knowing he was scared. Who wouldn’t be? This was the man they loved who had been possibly murdered by the man they hated and feared most in the world.

When the usb was placed into the projector, fast forwarded to a couple hours earlier and pressed play, the team hitched their breath as they watched the scene. They watched you spin around in your chair, begin talking to Soap and Ghost before being slammed in the head by a very aggressive Makarov that had snuck in through the door on the side of the room.

The recording cut off with you on the ground, bleeding and still. And when they played it over and over for some sense of closure that you were alright…it was the same every time. You, on the floor, not moving, not even breathing. Soap could feel the tears in his eyes as he and everyone else in the squad realised what had happened.

Makarov had murdered you

And there was nothing they could do about it other than hunt the bastard down and murder him in the name of you.

1868 days, not that they were counting or anything.

Who were they kidding…they were counting. Every single day without you was agony for every single one of them, but it was especially hard on Ghost and Soap. Price and Gaz had noticed how much they missed you, it impacted their performance and Soap had to even be sent home after punching a recruit that mentioned you. Ghost took leave to stay with Soap, not wanting the man he loved to be alone to grieve the man they lost. Every single time a new mission was announced and assigned to them, they begged it to be going after Makarov. Hell, the whole team wanted it to be going after Makarov, you were important to all of them.

“What’s this?” Ghost asked, looking down at the file that Price had placed down in their briefing room. Price had a smile on his face, meaning only one thing. The captain took a moment before explaining the mission.

“One of Makarov’s allies, Konrad Geilen, was tracked down to an abandoned trading base in the south of Germany, just west of Schwarzwald. We believe that he’s got some pretty good ideas on where Makarov is hiding out. Therefore, if we find Konrad…”

“We find Makarov.” Soap finished Price’s sentence for him. Price gave him a smile and a finger gun, indicating that he was correct. The amount of relief that flowed through the other three members of the task force was bigger than any wave on earth. They had waited too long to get revenge for you, and now was their opportunity to do what they had been waiting for.

“When do we head out?” Gaz asked, ready to get this show on the road.

“What time is it now?” Price responded and the rest of the Task Force grinned like teenage girls that had just been looked at by their crush. Even Ghost, although you couldn’t see it from behind the mask.

“I have a mission for you.”

Two days earlier, Makarov had walked into your room and explained what he wanted you to do. See, in the three years that you had been taken hostage by the man…everything had changed. The days he spent torturing you for information turned into weeks, then months. Then after you broke into a shell of a man you once were, Makarov used it to his advantage and took the opportunity to create you into the perfect soldier, something the 141 would never see coming.

“I’ve just put out a fake, a diversion by the name of Konrad Gielien. He’s an old friend of mine named Henning Mesyats that owes me a favour or two. He’s been set out as…bait for Price and his men to take. And that’s where you come in.” Makarov explained, walking over to you and sitting next to you on his designated chair. You took in his words, nodding and taking the information in. Stuff was a bit hard for you to remember, mainly because of all the memories wiped from your mind but there was probably another reason that you believed in.

“Your job is to find Price and the 141 and whilst they’re distracted by moy khoroshiy drug Henning, you murder each and every one of them. Don’t stop until their bodies are mangled and unrecognisable…got it?” Makarov continued, looking at you when he was done explaining to make sure you understood. When you gave him a nod back, he smiled and patted your shoulder, getting up and walking to the door.

“Tomorrow…you leave tomorrow morning to make sure you get there before them.” He instructed, knowing you wouldn’t sleep in, that’s not how he made you. That’s not how he designed you, sleeping in or doing anything remotely human was…unheard of from you. He hated to admit it, but at times even Makarov himself found it a bit weird. He understood that he had done this to you, deprived you of yourself, your personality, even your name and had turned you into some kind of…dog for him to own, yet it still bothered him a bit.

“Alright, Gaz and I’ll go round the back. Soap and Ghost, take the front. We’ll meet up on the rooftop after clearing the building and finding Konrad or if we are unable to locate him. Remember, this is a capture mission.” Price instructed as they left the helicopter, watching it retreat back to its home of the air after they had given the signal to the pilot.

“Remind me of what he looks like again? Don’t want to capture a random soldier and confuse him for a friend of Makarov’s.” Soap asked, before being elbowed in the stomach by Ghost who couldn’t be bothered to even look at him. He clutched his chest, giving the Brit a ‘what was that?’ look. Ghost didn’t look back at him, keeping eye contact with Price.

“Soap…he’s the only guy there. This building is abandoned, he’s using it as a hideout. If there is someone else there, you’ll know it isn't him…also I told you what he looked like.” Price reminded him, an exasperated expression on his face. Ghost smiled under the mask and Soap now knew why he was so brutally elbowed.

“Don’t forget why we’re here…this is for Y/N.” Gaz reminded them all and they all serioused up. Gaz was right…this mission was about getting revenge for the man that not only were they all teammates with, but the man Gaz knew like a brother, Price had a bond with like a son and the man Ghost and Soap loved. The whole squad nodded and began making their way through the rough terrain and over to the outsides of the abandoned building. Soap and Ghost watched Price and Gaz make their way to the other side of the building. They gave each other a look and walked inside, guns at the ready.

“See anyone, Lt?” Soap asked as they made their way through, checking through the different rooms and occasionally having to lift up their guns whenever they saw movement or a shadow, but it was either their own shadow or a rat that had gotten accustomed to living there.

“No, just a bunch of really outdated guns and a stupid amount of blankets. Speaking of, why did the soldier bring a blanket into an active battle zone?” Ghost asked and Soap sighed as he realised Ghost was making another dad joke. His refusal to reply just meant Ghost finished it on his own.

“Because he needed cover.” Ghost joked and Soap backed out into the hallway where they were standing. He gave his lieutenant a disapproving look, watching as his eyes crinkled from the smile behind his mask.

“Seriously, Ghost. If I was your superior, I’d have court marshalled you by now.” Soap groaned as they walked forward. Just as Ghost was about to make another remark that would probably make Soap want to shoot him, they both heard the sounds of boots hitting the floor. Someone was running…and they both knew it wasn’t Price or Gaz.

The two ran out to the main area and out of the hall, into the main storage area and the duo could see how big it actually was. The roof must have been as tall as fifteen Ghost’s stacked on top of eachother, which is a really funny image if you think about it long enough. They both followed the footsteps to a figure running on a walkway that they could get to by accessing some stairs. Ghost nodded to Soap, who nodded back and practically bolted up those stairs, desperate to get to the person.

As Soap ran, Ghost took the other stairs in order to corner the man they saw sprinting. He pushed himself up and made his way around the corner, so now that they were all on the railings up above. Their eyes followed the figure, both rushing after him. They chased after him and fired a few bullets that he seemed to dodge effortlessly, before watching him run around the corner. Soap ran forward and around the corner to get to the man. Ghost waited outside the corner, gun at the ready incase the man managed to get by Soap.

He waited there for a moment, before hearing a yelp from Soap, his eyes widened as he figured out what that meant. It didn’t sound like he was in pain, more like he was shocked at something. Ghost shook his head and moved around the corner, being met with a sight that took a few moments to process.

Soap was on the floor, a gun pointed at his face being held by the man they were chasing. The man had placed a boot on Soap’s right hand and another on his left leg, the Scott’s gun laying on the floor a few feet away. Ghost’s eyes trailed up to the man pointing a gun at the man he loved, lifting up his own weapon in order to put a bullet through his shoulder and take him down without murdering him…but he stopped once he recognised who it was…

“Y/N?” He whispered, lowering the gun in realisation. Your head turned to him, still keeping your gun pointed at Soap’s head, your finger resting on the trigger. You studied Ghost’s mask, trying to figure out what he was going on about. Of course, you didn’t recognise who Y/N was…that wasn’t you anymore.

“You take one step further and your friend with the shitty haircut gets it.” You spat, pushing your gun further to Soap’s temple. They were both in shock, the man they had loved and had believed to be dead for five years…was right in front of them, brainwashed to not remember who he was or what he was…he was like some kind of winter soldier…with a weird russian accent.

“Y/N, stop. W-What…what happened to you?” Ghost whispered, placing his hands in the air. The shock was getting to him, the idea that you were ALIVE all this time and didn’t recognise neither him nor Soap…that hurt him deeper than anything anyone in his childhood could have done. When he saw you rest your finger against the trigger, he called out once more.

“Stop! My hands are in the air! I-I…What the fuck happened, Y/N?” Ghost exclaimed, his heart tearing in half and his British accent coming out stronger than he had intended. He couldn't even form a proper sentence without letting everyone that could hear him know he was going through something…something huge.

Meanwhile Soap was going through a crisis of his own, having the man he loved and had mourned for over FIVE YEARS pointing a gun right at his head and not even showing the slightest bit of hesitation at pulling the trigger. It was like he was a completely new person

And he probably was.

“You are going to listen to me, Ghost. You are going to close the door and place any and all guns or weapons you have on the floor…if you want to do it the easy way. The hard way is…much more uncivilised.” You told Ghost, your eyes staying on his. He felt a pang in his heart when you called him Ghost, because he was never Ghost to you. To you, he was Riley and on the odd occasion, Simon. But never Ghost.

Ghost looked down at Soap, both their eyes as wide as the others. Soap didn’t nod or shake his head at what he thought Ghost should do, it was up to the Brit to work it out.

After a moment of contemplation, he slowly kneeled and placed all his weapons on the floor, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. Your eyes never left his, meaning that your peripheral vision was smaller…and you didn’t see the signal Ghost had motioned to Soap.

Kicks to the balls hurt, everyone knew that, and despite you being a brainwashed robot, Soap wasn’t going to do that to you. Instead, with his leg that you had left free, he chose to lift up and kick you in the knee, causing you to recoil back a bit, lifting your foot off of his hand, meaning he could grab the gun Ghost had pushed towards him.

So, it was you backed into a corner by the two men, both of whom holding guns and calling you by a name that triggered something in your brain. It felt familiar to you…yet so foreign at the same time. What was happening?

You didn’t have time for feelings right now, you told yourself, getting right back to the task at hand and pulling out your gun strapped to your thigh. You wasted no time in pulling it back and pressing the trigger, just narrowly missing Ghost’s shoulder. No…this wasn’t you. You never missed, never in your five years of shooting had you missed. What were they doing to you?

“That was a warning shot.” You hissed, trying to intimidate the two men from the position you were in. They both looked like they were going through the five stages of grief at the moment, it wasn’t hard to make them scared. The one with the skull, Ghost as you had been told to call him, was harder to read, his face hidden by the mask on his face.

“Y/N…What happened to you? How are you alive? W-Why are you fighting us?” The shorter one with the mohawk, Soap as he had been classified, stepped forward, gun pointing to your face. You moved your hand to go shoot him, but the bullet hitting the wall right behind your gun told you to stop.

“Who the fuck is Y/N?” You hissed, ready to tear off their limbs if they didn’t give you an answer, although you were going to do that anyways once you had them in a position similar to yours. They kept referring to you by that name…the one that inflicted such a strong emotion in you.

“Y…You’re Y/N. Don't you remember that…remember us?” Soap asked, walking closer. You could see the tears in his eyes, the look of pure despair on his face. He looked like everything he loved had been ripped out of his arms and been forced to watch die infront of him ten times over, and as far as the Scot knew, it had.

“No. I have no relation to either of you men, the only reason I would ever remember you two is seeing your faces on my wall of soldiers I’ve murdered.” You spat back, getting defensive. You couldn’t figure out why, but something in you told you that Soap was onto something.

You looked over towards Ghost, trying to scan him for any weak points, but his gun was still trained on your own and you decided it was best to not go for him at the moment. You quickly focused on both of them, trying to find your objective and directive.

That's when you were hit with something, nothing physical…but something about the situation and positions you were in had triggered something in you.

“Is that clear?” A voice spoke, it was blurry and distorted, but you knew deep down that you knew it. You moved your head, where were you? Everything was blurry, but there were two people in front of you. Their faces, whilst familiar, were blurred out, most everything was.

You looked down and clenched your fist, but it wasn’t you the one moving. You knew it was you…but this was a different version of you. You watched yourself nod, and the figures shuffled a bit.

“Good…now come on, Johnny. Price called us into the meeting room five minutes ago. I don't want to anger that man by making him wait any longer. Y/N…don’t get yourself into any trouble.” The taller figure spoke once more, that name reaching deep into your soul and finding something in you. Y/N…that was your name. You were Y/N. Those men in front of you…Soap and Ghost. N-No…Johnny and Riley. Your Johnny and your Riley…your boyfriends.

“Y/N?” The Scotsman's voice brought you back to reality, but you had changed. It had all rushed back to you, everything about you, what and who you had been, who you had loved…everything was back now. They both took small steps towards you, watching as you lowered your gun and looked up to the both of them with tears in your eyes.

“Y/N…Are you…?” Soap asked, walking towards you. He noticed that you were no longer hostile, and instead were going through seven stages of grief yourself. That's how much distress you were in, there were now seven stages of grief just for you.

“I-I’m here…I’m alive and I’m back. I-I…oh god…what the fuck have I done?” You whispered, breaking down right then and there. The torture, the murder, everything you had been through the last five years; it was all coming back to you.

“Hey, hey we’re here and we’ve got you, alright?” The scotsman assured you, placing a gloved hand on your face and holding you close to him. Tears started to stream down his own face as he held you close. It wasn’t a moment later before you felt the weight of a 6’4 brit holding both of you close to him.

It was a nice moment, and you all wanted it to last forever, but that isn’t how life worked, because not long after the hug began, it ended just as quickly by Price contacting both the boys via radio.

“Ghost, Soap, we’ve got Konrad out the front. Where are you both?” His thick-accented voice came in through the radio, and not even words could describe how nice it was to hear it again. You looked up at the men you loved, tears still streaming down your face. Soap smiled and kissed your forehead, for both him and Ghost seeing as the taller male was unable to.

“We’re taking you home…alright?” Soap whispered and you nodded, holding him tight. Ghost smiled under the mask and held his radio in order to report back to Price.

“We’re solid, just in a room near the top, we’ll head over to you ASAP…and we’ve got a surprise for you both.”

(Soooooo how we feeling!??!?!) Honestly, such a great time writing this, and if you want to request something yourself, here's your place to see what I do! (anyone who got the fact that Daryll was a reference to DNDADS, I love you.) Take care, everyone!

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Worth it- 141 & Laswell

pic credits: @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot (left)and @ave661 (middle)

Based on a request: Wait, wait, first of all hope you're doing well and make sure to drink a glass of water if you haven't already. Cozy? Yeah? Okay, Can I request something (you can choose whether it's a HCor not,etc etc) on how TF141 would react to meeting a teen boy around 15-16, who's like a genius in engineering, mathematics, and physics? Like the boy could legitimately build a rocket if he had the time, help and materials. Maybe the meet him because he got in trouble with the government for unknowingly making a weapon? Maybe he made it for a class assignment and it was stolen without his knowledge? Whatever you think makes sense here. Leaving space for you to enter your own creative thoughts, just the general idea of it. The boy is based on a character of mine from a book I'm writing, his name his Michael, but ofc you can switch that up however you wish. Have fun with this one Ignore if it doesn't sound fun to ya <3 ---- M!Reader, genius!reader, platonic!relationship? ----

A/N: drank enough water, thanks for the reminder <3

Y/N, the name of the unknown internet user that had been chased by many governments and caught by the one and only Task Force 1-4-1.

You created something so dangerous that no one believed Laswell when she told her bosses the age you had when you started all this. You created the one thing most geniuses working for the government didn't know existed outside of the numbers and graphs they had done for it. At first, the FBI had named you un-sub A. Now, they can finally put a name to the unknown face.

How were you caught? Well, it wasn't easy, let's start there. When all this mess began, you were no older than fifteen. You are practically a ticking bomb to the government so when they heard that someone was asking the right questions to chemists around your city, they began to search for you. Laswell at the time was on a small break from work but the journals you had left in your parent's home when you ran away one rainy day.

In the journals, Laswell found all she needed to have a task force assigned to find you. She called it Operation Mikey, the name was just to fill in the void of the one thing she couldn't find, you.

Your parents weren't much help in giving your name, hence why Mikey became a temporary replacement. With them high off any drug and you on the run with the rest of your journals, Price was tasked with finding you and making sure you were secured in their care.

For three months, you ran away. Moving to different cities and continuing your research of the chemical weapon you fabricated in your bedroom, the same one Laswell had locked in a laboratory somewhere in the capital of the country.

In month four, you found an abandoned building in the middle of the desert. That's where your laboratory, if you can call it that, began.

For months after that, you collected data and it wasn't until nine months later that Soap found you trading chemicals with some scientist that you were caught.

Once you were brought in, they had realised so much about you. You were way younger than what their profile had thought of, much more intelligent than they'd think a person your age was and so skilled in engineering, mathematics, and physics.

"Why didn't we find his information sooner," Laswell questions her bosses. "Kid was never even registered by his parents." The man on the phone answers. "How the hell did he even get this kind of education then?" She asks again but you had that answer.

"My parents just bought me books and hired a weird guy from the street to teach me anything," you respond and Price chuckles. "Bullshit, kid. Now tell us, how the hell did you get all of these journals?" He points to the evidence bags. Your research of months now being read by other scientists.

"I am the creator of them, not let me go," you protest against Ghost's grip on you. "No chance," Price barks. "What's your real name?" Laswell asks you. "Y/N," you answer knowing it was either this or get thrown in some federal prison.

"And you created this weapon? do you have any idea how dangerous it is to create something like this? How many people it would take to create a mathematical concept and then make it into a physical form?"

"It's not that hard, lady," you answer with an attitude. Were people this dumb?

It took hours, lots of bribing and one request from Soap and Gaz to give you food for you to open up. What? you are a teenager who needs enough food for growth, of course, you'll talk once they give you food. Talking and having to dumb it down took hours though. After all, how can you explain to hardheaded soldiers about probability theory, and why it mattered so much to your project that it took ten trials and two journals worth of failed work to get?

Laswell was more than impressed, no seriously, she was like a proud mother listening to you explain every page and even give notes in only a way that a teenage boy would to idiotic adults like them. She thought it was so adorable how a boy your age would throw nerdy jokes into the explanations and how she watched you be the only one to laugh at them.

Ghost would often smile when you'd give a snarky comment to Price. Don't get him started on the chuckles he let out when you threw a few old man jokes at Price or made comments on Soap's weird hairstyle. The comments towards Gaz were funny but also adorable how you tried to find more reasons to get him annoyed.

Price thought of his son who was about your age when you'd get excited over your most recent discovery for the weapon you had created. It was nice to know that behind all that matter in your head, you were still a kid. It was even nicer when you'd make the jokes no one understood but secretly, Price's nerdy self understood some jokes.

Gaz saw his younger brother in you, which is why even when you made jokes at his expense, he would let them pass. The way you looked at him when having to explain things was nice in some way but it was way funnier when you called Soap the smart one of all four for being able to understand the way bombs work better than anyone and then have Ghost shake his head and tell you, "that man is just a muppet, don't believe what we tell you about his work."

Soap was fascinated by you for sure. Just like Price, he understood some of the jokes, even the cheesy puns you made about certain elements. He liked you, it was something fresh from the people he usually deals with.

The team, for the past few days, grew to adore the nerdy man you are. Yeah, you teased and even called them out on wrong facts but it was new. It's good to have someone so intelligent and be so honest with them this time. What was funny is that you know so much about many topics few understand but you don't know much about real life outside of the nerdy realm you live in. It's a nice feeling when passing by Laswells office you find a framed picture of the day Ghost and the other men of the team taught you about hunting and even how to play baseball, something you sucked at in the beginning but have gotten better over time.

It's like having four funny, serious, and cool dads and an amazing mum whilst being taken care of at the base the team called home.

A/N: I hope this was somewhat okay and good luck on your book!

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Yandere Ghost, König, and Soap reacting to their male darling having cock-piercings

Warnings: yandere behavior and NSFW

A/N: this idea came to me because of my lovely

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish:

Seeing your Jacob's ladder for the first time whilst giving you a BJ after coming home from a three-month mission.

Johnny finds your piercing both stunning and nerve-wrecking. He’s calling you a brave man, definitely takes a minute to take it in, as he can’t imagine the pain you went through to get it done.

He teases you. So much. He likes to pull your buttons, always making sure to kiss your piercing before deep-throating your entire cock — going deep, rolling his tongue over the cold bars until you beg him for a break. Though, we both know you enjoy it.

Johnny can feel your breathing slow — something he loves. Your legs are widened enough, he sunk to his knees as the sounds of your heaving breathing and gasping when he held your cock, words blowing hot air directly on your sensitive skin.

His fingers traced the amount of aligned bars, making you shutter. He looked up at you, his eyes a deeper, darker, and deceiving blue. Something lusting in the water. Those narrow eyes boreholes into your exposed body as he chuckled at the choice of jewelry color.

“When did ya’ get it?”

You laughed, scooting deeper into the sofa, “Got it before you left. Was going to surprise you… then… y’know.”

He hummed, watching how your cock pulsed against his watchful gaze. Before you know it, his head dipped down. Soap gripped your left thigh, holding it open as his tongue caressed your twitching flesh. The hot, wet muscle lapped hungrily. It flicked at your slit, before going down to your piercings — circling and outline the curves of the barbells.

Your legs trembled on either side of his head. His mouth working you open like that was enough to fog your mind entirely.

“You like that?” he cooed between the slurps of his mouth against you. “Oh, I bet you fuckin’ do.”

You nodded a little too eagerly. His voice was heavy and deep with a depraved need to dominate you. To sully your skin with his desire. You weren’t going to stop him.

Whimpering out, you tugged down at his hair, making him deepen his warmth. Your eyes easily rolled back into your head, leaning against the couch. It was safe to say, he was nowhere near done admiring your piercings.

König:

Finding out you have a magic cross as he unbuckles your pants, his dirty and teasing voice coming out as he comes back from a mission; clearly agitated.

Very intrigued with your piercing. He’s only seen images or videos with men having these painful shrewd done to their body; at best, König treats it pretty much like a gem, a statue made out of pure Gold.

Admires it a lot. He’s eager to know how more sensitive you are, especially where the piercings are placed. He’s prone to doing new things: new positions, researching on how to overstimulate you, and what works best. Though, don’t forget, he loves to tease.

“Let me, please—!”

“No,” he interrupted, his eyes staring at your piercing before peering up at you, his neutral scowl and deepening eyes sending chills down your skin. “Who did it?”

You shrug your shoulders, not clearly remembering your piercer. Who would? He growled at your answer before beginning to place a few kisses on the inside of your thighs, then biting down roughly – renewing his fading marks before moving down to your balls, licking along your raphe.

You let out a wail and threw your arms over your eyes. Your body was covered in a thin layer of sweat already. You dig your heels into his shoulders, begging without words for him to finally let you finish.

“König, would you—!”

His strong arms clamp down on your ankles and pull them down until your thighs are squished against him. König growled, a fair warning to knock it off.

You listened, but only gasped and felt the urge to clamp your knees shut as his fingers dipped down until they prodded at your puckered entrance — two thick fingers already slicked from sweat and a bit of lube. He started to stretch your hole.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of teasing, his mouth engulfed your cock — his soft tortuous tongue laps around the tip of your cock, circling around the barbells as he watches your face. After a few more circles, his tongue switches to flicking up and down.

His two strong fingers press upwards inside you, making small curls until he is able to hit the spot with every press up. The hand on your stomach pressed down even harder, and the fingers inside you pressed up, now directly pushing the spot inside you.

Your hand naturally went down and tugged at König’s hair, his blue-darkened eyes caught yours. He growled again, sending vibrations onto your sex. A high, needy moan slips from your lips as he deepened his groans, creating more vigorous vibrations on your cock.

His hold on your thighs tightens, his hands already creating bruises from his touchiness. Though, he released your cock with a pop! His fingers exciting your now-used hole and reached upwards to your pulsing chest.

Dark eyes caught yours. He grunted your name and you, heaving harshly, let out a whine at his painful torture as he restarted — all over again.

Clearly, with his look, he wasn’t going to let you finish anytime soon due to being a brat. And getting something without his permission.

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Coming across your Reverse Prince Albert piercing after he decides on surprising you in the shower — right when he comes home from a long and grueling mission.

Not a stranger to piercings; finds it pretty impressive as well as unique. Before you know it, his hands are surrounding your cock; rubbing it in a way that’s devilish.

He knows how sensitive you already are — he does, and with this? He’s definitely using this as an advantage to touch you more. You’re testing his patience, aren’t you? He can’t wait to see how long he can tease you till tears come down.

It’s a slow act, really. At first, you didn’t know he was there. And next, you felt arms around your lower waist and a familiar presence that was too hard to ignore. Not with the automatic hard nudge of something hitting the back of your thigh.

“Seems like someone missed me,” you teased, feeling his fingers trail to your thighs then back upwards to your stomach. His head rests on the back of your neck, smelling your skin.

“When did ya’ get this?” Simon asks, peering over your head to look at your new piercing.

You let out a laugh before answering: “Got it a week after you left.”

He hummed, before starting to nip at your neck, sucking permanent marks as you lean back, moaning at the pressured water and his attacks. Though, you gazed down your legs, seeing Simon’s erect cock positioning right between your thighs, below your balls.

It’s ridiculous, no matter the times you two have had sex in the shower – especially after his missions, you find yourself always flustered. Ears feeling hot and cheeks warm like hell. You couldn’t stop peering down at his cock – huge in every sense, the shaft of it is thick and veiny. The tip of his cock is shiny from his pre-cum and the pressurized water.

You always loved to admire his cock, but it’s his turn now. To admire and worship your body like you’ve always done to him.

“Someone shy?” he teased, one of his hands staying on your waist as the other reached down to your own sex, positioning his fingers to trail up and down your erect cock. You shuddered when his thumb grazed against your tip, as well as the piercing.

He clicked his tongue, feeling you shutter. His tongue reconnects with your neck, sucking and pulling at your skin before he smooths his thumb over the head of your cock. You groan, eyelids fluttering closed as you lean back into him; feeling his own pulse between your slicked thighs.

A chuckle sounds above you, and you crane your neck to catch his eyes. “M’ gonna reward you.”

Before you could say anything, his hand engulfed your length – rubbing you up and down as his hand, that was originally on your hip, went up to your throat; gripping it as a way to deepen his attacks on your shoulders.

“Fuck—” you choke on your curse, thighs rattling against him as he circles your head slowly. It’s blissful, the sticky, warm cum that blooms out of your head makes him growl. You probably look ridiculous, eyes rolling in the back of your skull as you claw at his arm.

The already thin pink marks showing. But, it does little to phase the man.

“What a good boy,” he murmurs, continuing his assault on your flesh. You wanted to tell him to go faster, but you knew if you did so, he’d stop it. Teasing you. Calling you his whore. His slut to tame.

As if Ghost couldn’t handle it, the hand around your throat went back to your hip. His lips attached your neck as he started to slowly fuck your thighs. Simon suckled, kissed, and bit along your neck, guaranteeing to leave more as he promised.

You keened, arching your back and attempting to pull him in a kiss. His lips crashed against yours and his tongue pushed into your mouth.

“Imgonna- m’ cum!” you choke with each sudden movement, his hand quickening its pace. He shifts before long, his hips coming flush against yours before he nearly pulls out, only to slam right back into your used thighs.

Your fingernails sank deep into the curves of his bicep as the waves of bliss crash over you. You came in the shower, sending your own onto the floor as Ghost started to hit his hips faster and faster.

“Hah– Shit-” he slurs, his voice reaching your ears. Finally, he cums with a haggard moan, body trembling as his cock spurts between your thighs and now the floor – mixing with your own down the drain.

Neither of you moved for a while, basking in the initial afterglow, before Simon pulled out between your stained thighs. You whined out, before yelping out in surprise; getting hiked up onto his shoulders as he kneeled to the ground.

Obviously, his hunger wasn’t satisfied.

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sudzymactavish · 16 days

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how do you feel about a ghost/soap/m!reader poly fic? You could probably incorporate a/b/o into that, and I have some ideas (:

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Hello anon!

Loving this prompt ‼️

Two on one

TW: smut, dick mention, heats

You, Ghost, and Johnny were in a polyamourus relationship. You loved your boyfriends, your two omega lovers always being sweet to you. When they came home from deployment, they fell into your arms eagerly.

This time, they practically pounced on you. "Hello boys. I'm happy to see you." You petted their heads, them purring under your touch. Though, it was strange they ran into your arms so fast. Had something happened? "Did something happen? You two are more touchy than usual today." You inquired, looking at Ghost, who hugged onto you tighter than Johnny. Have you not looked at the calendar? Ghost responded back. You glanced at the calandar to see that both their heats were soon. A couple of days in fact, and you hadn't prepared or anything. "Oh." You mentally cursed yourself, forgetting this special period of time. Not very nice of ye, lad. Soap pouted, though he still hung onto you. "I'm sorry boys. I was busy, and I completely forgot. I'll be ordering everything right now." You unfortunately had to leave Ghost and Johnny alone in the living room, grabbing your laptop. You ordered everything they would need, like protein bars, easy food (aka snacks or something you don't have to cook), electrolyte drinks, cooling packs, etc.

Heats were fun to the alpha, yes, but for the omega it would be horrible. Being constantly hot and sweaty, hungry, thirsty, and incredibly horny. Despite the sex appeal of heats, you knew it would be tough for them.

Eventually, it came the day before their heats. Their heats have synced this time (thank god) so it will just be at the same time, instead of that unlucky time... It had happened a few months ago. After Ghost had his heat, the second it ended, Johnny started his, also triggering Ghost's again. You have no idea how you survived that.

You were bathing Johnny, making sure to wash him well. During heats, getting up from bed can be tough. So, you try to get him as clean as possible. Naw lad! I don't need a shave! My stubble is jus' comin' in! He whined, moving all around. "Soap, please. Your stubble will grow back in no time, i promise." You reassured him. Soap whined, but he stayed still for you. You knew not to shave his mowhawk, as he would never forgive you. You bathed him after. With Ghost, he didn't complain too much.

After cleaning them, you started to change the bedsheets and wash them well. Vacuuming, cleaning up, organizing, you did it all. After it all, you were exhausted. Ghost made dinner, and Johnny read a little before all 3 of you climbed into bed for a peaceful sleep. Until their heat hit.

Pheromones wafted towards your nose as you heard Ghost and Johnny shimmy out of their pj's, leaving their sweaty skin bare. "Darlings..?" You slurred, sitting up. You could hear their little whines, as the two boys simultaneously pawed at your boxers. "My poor boys." You cooed, taking your boxers off. Johnny practically jumped onto your member, slipping it inside his walls. Ghost found your fingers and rubbed his hole over them. You accepted and put two inside him, him riding your fingers just as vigorously as Johnny was lifting himself up and down your shaft. The sex lasted for hours, letting the boys have as many orgasims as they could.

The next day, you showered and gave the boys some of the snacks you ordered, managing to get some reading in before their needy mewls came from the bedroom.

You came back in, and Ghost tackled you to the ground. He was already grinding himself on you before you even took off your pants. When you finally got them off, Ghost rode you much faster than last night. Johnny whined for you, but you were kinda on the ground. So you had to ask Ghost to stop for a second, and he obliged. When you got onto the bed and were able to take care of the both of them, he resumed.

Its not like little fights broke out either. Johnny did try to shove Ghost off your shaft once, since your fingers weren't enough. You had to implement a sharing rule to the both of them, which they reluctantly agreed to.

You made sure they felt the best they could feel as well. Using the cooling packs, letting them stay in bed and cooking for them, granting them free use of your shaft even if you were asleep.

You made sure to always be by their side. They need a hug? You're there. They need a kiss? You're there. They need anything at all? You're there. You cared about your boys so much.

Once their heat was over, you were exhausted. It felt like you could barely move because of how strenuous the week had been. You felt a pair of hands touch your back, rubbing it. Ye okay lad? Johnny asked, a smile on his face. "I'm so tired.. I should bathe you both-" Ghost interrupted you. No love. You rest. We can bathe and make you some food. You smiled at his words, closing your eyes again with content.

You loved them so much. And they loved you too.

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cerise-on-top · 6 days

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what if the 141 boys had a ridiculously tall husband. like. a little bit taller than konig, probably. and he's really scary to people, actually!!!! but not his s/o , nuh uh, he's disgustingly sweet to his beloved.. sorry i'm rambling, i think (jokes and idiocy aside i adore your headcanons <3)

Hey there! Thank you, that's very kind of you! Also thank you for sending in a request for a male reader, you're one of the first ones and I was very excited to write about a male reader for once :D

TF141 With A Very Tall Husband

Price: He didn’t really think he’d ever be dating someone much, much taller than him. Sure, he doesn’t particularly mind, but he’s not short either, with him standing at 1,88m himself. It makes him feel small at times, especially if you’re pretty muscular too. He doesn’t get insecure about it in the slightest, oh no, but it’s weird to be so much shorter than your loved ones. However, he’s pretty used to scary people by now. Ghost isn’t exactly a delight to have around at first when you don’t know him either, so he knows how to deal with scary people. Might ask you to tone it down a little bit when you’re scaring other people too much, he doesn’t particularly wanna attract attention like that. But you being a sweetheart towards him? It melts his heart. He knows what you’re like towards people that aren’t him, so it makes him smile that you’re willing to do just about anything for him just to spend some time with him. You wanna trim his beard? There’s a good chance you’ve got some experience with that anyway, so he really doesn’t mind it as much. Hell, he probably trusts you more than his own barber at times. Besides, it’s a nice little bonding activity. If you have a beard then he’ll offer to trim it for you as well. Price isn’t really opposed to being the little spoon, or just being held in general. Quite the opposite, you being this tall sometimes puts him in a cuddly mood where he just plops down into your arms. Gently scratch his scalp and there’s a good chance he’ll even fall asleep on you. He’s so used to being everyone’s protector, it feels nice to be protected for once. But he won’t always settle for being held either, it’s his job to make you feel safe and sound as well, and thus he will take on the role of cuddler as well. Will fight you for that role, actually. Price is a real sweetheart towards his loved ones as well, so I think the two of you would fit well together. His mere presence demands respect in the right people, which can sometimes scare others. So, from time to time, you might both scare other people together. Sometimes intentionally, sometimes unintentionally.

Gaz: He makes so many jokes about you being this tall and feigns being hurt about being much shorter than you are. You’re his behemoth, his leviathan and his ziz. Loves calling you the names of monsters that are said to be pretty big, it’s endearing to him. Besides, you’re scary enough that some people call you a monster anyway, if just for your height. If anyone ever were to call you that in front of Gaz, then they’ll end up with a black eye. No one gets to call you a monster but him. While he won’t always approve of you scaring everyone, Gaz does have a few friends that he wants you to get along with, he won’t particularly do anything about it either if that’s just what you’re like. Might try to make you seem a bit less scary by being a bit more affectionate with you in public. Holding your hand, giving you a peck on the cheek, giving you a hug. Those kinds of things. He actually loves you being this tall since that means you can pick him up and spin him around. He’s not been picked up ever since he was a little boy, so he definitely wouldn’t mind you showing off to him just how strong you are. Is also always looking for an excuse to hold your hand. Oh, seems like he forgot just how big your hand actually is and how much it engulfs his. Remind him for a moment and hold his hand, will you? Gaz is a sweetheart towards his loved ones anyway, if you look past the fact he will sass anyone to show his affection, so he loves that you’re so sweet towards him. Though, sometimes he wishes you were about the same height so you could actually share each other’s wardrobe. But hey, at least he gets to wear your extremely oversized shirts and hoodies, one of his favorite things to do. Another thing he also adores is just sitting in your lap when you’re home together and will also place your hands so that you’re holding him in your arms. If you’ve got really warm hands then he’ll place them atop his thighs to keep himself warm. Gaz isn’t the warmest person out there, but that just means you get to warm him up yourself. Is actually a lot cuddlier because you’re this tall and will become your personal blanket.

Ghost: He feels kind of perplexed about you being so much taller than him. Ghost is 1,95m, he towers over pretty much anyone, so how dare you be so much taller than him. Pretends to hate you being this tall, actually loves it. Sometimes he dreams of sparring with you under the moonlight to assert his dominance, even though there’s really no need to since you’re such a sweetheart towards him. He probably just needs to ask and would get anything from you. He really doesn’t mind you scaring pretty much everyone off, he has the same effect on people he doesn’t know. That just means there’s less people to worry about in his life for the time being. You’ll be spending a lot of time alone with each other that way, which he really likes. Though, maybe don’t scare his teammates too much, he genuinely likes them and wants them to be well too. Though, it’s kind of hard to properly scare them anyway. Ghost is usually a pretty quiet man when there’s no need for chit chat, but he doesn’t mind hearing your voice. In fact, he might get worried if you suddenly stop talking and will ask you what’s wrong. If you’ve got nothing to talk about then he’ll ask some questions so he can continue hearing your voice. He also blushes from time to time when you suddenly give him some sugary sweet compliments. He’s a grown, scary military man, he really shouldn’t be, but it’s just so endearing, especially when you, even bigger and scarier, call him your little honey bunny. It actually motivates him to do house chores. Not that he won’t do them anyway, but you calling him embarrassingly domestic names makes him just a tad bit soft, which leads to him trying to be a good husband. You may cuddle him since he trusts you, but he will also want to hold you from time to time. Life is a constant give and take, so prepare to be cuddled. Won’t particularly ask for cuddles, though, since he’s kind of too embarrassed to admit he’s touch starved. To you it’s blatantly obvious, though, which is why you initiate those cuddling sessions. Ghost appreciates it and sometimes hides a smile in either the pillow or your neck. As long as you don’t see him being silly, all is good.

Soap: He used to hate you being this tall. Soap may “only” be of average height, but he’s the tallest in his family, which he was actually pretty proud of. He towered over his father, even. And then he joined the military, where quite a few people were taller than him. And then you had the audacity to introduce yourself to him. You, the tallest man he’s ever met. It hurt his ego. Ever since you got together, though, he slowly got over it. You’re just such a sweetheart, how could he hate you over something as trivial as this? However, nothing could ever stop him from trying to pick you up and spinning you around. Soap is a pretty strong lad too, he’ll make it work somehow. You will feel tiny and cared for too. There’s a good chance he can’t reach your lips to kiss you. Yes, he could just ask you to bend down, but where’s the fun in that? Climbs you like a tree instead. He’s also always thinking of that one post where, instead of asking their boyfriend, the person should just punch him in the stomach. He won’t do it, but he remembers it every time without fail. He doesn’t mind you being scary either. Hell, Ghost is also a pretty scary guy to have around when you don’t know him and he’s one of Soap’s closest friends. Besides, he knows better anyway. You’re a total goof and the biggest sweetheart this world has ever seen. You being scary towards others just means that he’s got you all to himself all the time. Soap is a clingy guy, so you can expect him to cling to you like a koala from time to time. Actually, that was a lie, you should expect him to jump at you and hold onto you very often. Cuddles over safety. You’re likely also one of the only people on the planet willing to hear him out when he’s talking about his passions. And he could go on for hours every time. Explosives, weapons, whatever show you’re watching together, all is fair game. See, you’re one of the biggest sweethearts to him because you actually listen to him, despite him going into great detail about it all. You may not always be able to understand him when he’s talking chemistry again, but you hear him out anyway, and for that alone you’ve won his heart. He also sits on your lap while talking. You’re his little throne now that he takes immense pride in.

#cod #cod x reader #john price #john price x reader #price x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #I doubt anyone cares but I HC Soap to be 1.78m and Gaz to be 1.81m I just forgot to mention it #m!reader #I know I'm biased but I feel as though I'm actually more willing to write about male readers than fem readers #90% of all things I see in this fandom are with a fem reader there's barely anything for male readers #still thinking back fondly on that one time I got a request for a ftm reader #but that was an eternity ago and I feel as though I'd write that request better now and with more content #I tried to write a lot for this because I was really looking forward to it #besides it was a pretty cute request too. I've actually got a request that's similiar to this one too #it's with Laswell and a reader that's roughly as tall as König #and then I've got something for Nikolai and Price as a couple #I'm gonna write some HCs for that alone and then write some more with added reader as a bonus #I know I never mentioned it anywhere but I do try to be a reader centric blog. but I can write charxchar as well #I just haven't done so since middle school I think #wait no I've written charxchar not too long ago for madcom and tf2. good times #not sure if I'll continue writing today though. I started a new anime and I'm enjoying it a lot so I might watch that instead

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pendragon-writes · 1 year

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Something's Lurking

Soap: ...

König: ...

M!Reader: ...

Soap: Why is König on your back? Isn't he way taller than you?

M!Reader, who is currently giving König a piggyback ride with no issue: He said he saw a dark figure in the halls so now I'm protecting him.

König, who's nodding his head:

Soap: I'm pretty sure that was-

Ghost: It was me.

Soap and M!Reader: Knew it.

#m!reader #x male reader #soap mw2 #ghost mw2 #könig mw2 #könig x male reader #könig x male!reader #mw2 x male reader #mw2 x male!reader #mwii #cod x male reader

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ghouljams · 6 months

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I love the fact that in all of your AUs Soap has to work for his darling(s). Whether it be because someone else wants them too (fea!AU), they don't want to fall for his handsome dumb kissable face (cowboy!AU, Viking!AU), or he didn't know that was even an option but now he kind of wants it (Demon!AU).

Just the fact that Soap's stories all almost slow burns in a way makes me just giggle like a school boy wishing I could have him. He'd be so good to anyone he dated. I still think about a tag you had on one of your Ghost demon!AU fics in which you called Die Ghost's hell assigned girlfriend. When is Johnny going to learn hush is his Hell assigned boyfriend? Love your writing, and I hope you're settling into your new place alright.

-Hot mess rambler

Unfortunately because Soap summoned Hush and made a contract that way, Hush is NOT a Hell assigned boyfriend. He hasn't come pre-loaded with any of the affection that assigned demons do, all of his is home grown. Which I really really like. I love making Soap work for it, and this feels very much like the au where he sort of... doesn't have to work for it? Hush pursues him, and Soap attempts to keep up when he didn't even know this was an option haha.

You're sitting in the helo pushing your tongue against your teeth, trying to get some of the sinew out from between them. You're thinking of cutting back on raw muscle, better to stick just to organs. At least they don't stick on your teeth. Soap's been uncharacteristically quiet since you blew the tunnel. You'd have thought that would be all he'd talk about. Really it was a wonder of out-the-box thinking, you never would have come up with it on your own. That's what you like about Soap, he's smart but unconventional.

You rest your elbows on your knees, leaning forward to try and politely pick at your teeth. Soap leans back, closer to the helo wall. You pause, and glance over your shoulder at him.

"You good?" you ask, discomfort all but forgotten, "Hardly said two words since the tunnel."

"Fine," His eyes dart away from you. You hum, watching him as you slide your nail against the line of your teeth. He doesn't look injured, and nothing in your head is sending up alarm bells, but he's clearly got something weighing on him. Something other than you.

"I bust your eardrums or something?" You inspect the stringy piece you pull from your mouth, feeling Soap's attention on you. You can always feel his attention, but this feels different, heavier.

"Cannae think of anything else that happened," He grumbles. You glance at him again, brows raised. The fuck is he on about.

"The fuck are you on about?"

Soap uncrosses his arms, nearly throwing them apart to hold his hands up in a 'what the hell' motion. "Ya kissed me?" he reminds you.

"Oh," You narrow your eyes, glancing to the side as you try to remember, "did do that, didn't I."

"Aye," He huffs, like you've finally gotten the point.

"Ya never kissed a bloke?" You frown, confused. Doesn't make much sense to you, you thought the army was a breeding ground for that sort of thing. Sort of why you joined up. Soap stares at you with open confusion.

"Nae, ah-"

"You want to?" You offer, cutting him off. He blinks at you, opening his mouth to say something and closing it just as quickly. "Be down for a shag too," you hum, considering the offer. You could do with a shag, and Soap's fit.

"Ya-" He huffs, his cheeks ever so slightly pink, you feel your pupils dilate(interesting), "Haud yer weesht, God," He presses his hand over his eyes, leaning forward to rest his elbows against his knees. "Yer nae funny."

Your heart patters a little quicker in your chest. His ears are red. You think back to the tunnel, the surge of Soap's pride that had rushed through you, the excitement you'd felt, the kiss. A release of emotion, one you hadn't even thought of. You're with Soap all the time, you feel his emotions, his attention, his attraction. You didn't think it would be an issue. You... you don't think it is. You watch Soap collect himself, your hand over your mouth where your chin rests in your palm.

"Thought I told you to shut up," He grumbles, and you realize it's not the hum of the helicopter filling the space with noise, it's your purring.

"Didn't think a joke would get you blushin'," You mumble, although you think both of you know it wasn't a joke. Soap glares at you between his fingers. It's enough to quell the rush of unintended consequences. For now.

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jokersaciid · 11 months

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Task Force 141 + Los Vaqueros wake up to you oiling their scalp in their sleep.

cod x black!male reader.

headcanons incoming,, not the most accurate but.. im having fun so who cares <3.

warnings : nada.

Capt. John Price.

wake up to the smell of peppermint and feeling the wetness resting on his scalp.

probably jumped and touched his head before realizing you were dripping the oil into his hair.

... " what are you doing, love? "

" oiling your scalp, i had a nightmare you were bald. "

laughs it off and turns over to go back to sleep before feeling something silk slip onto his head.

" almost forgot the bonnet (: "

Simon " Ghost " Riley.

woke up immediately and slapped at your hands in self defense.

apologized at spilling your oil while still scolding you on why it's not right to put oil in people's hair while they're asleep.

while he rambles you successful finished oiling his scalp and sliding a silk scarf over his head.

" do you understand now that what your doing is extremely distasteful? "

" yes, pookie. "

" excuse me? "

he slept pretty comfortably with the scarf, even playing with the ends in his sleep.

John " Soap " MacTavish.

his eyes opened to see you leaning over him with the small vile of oil in your hands, the dropper mid pour as he stared at you.

just accepted what you were doing and closed his eyes back.

you rubbed your hands over the sides of his scalp mostly because you couldn't stand his mohawk.

" try as hard as you like, darlin'. this mohawk isn't leaving. "

" oh, just you wait. this is the good stuff."

you just slipped the bonnet on his head, kissed him goodnight and hoped you saw growth by the morning.

Kyle " Gaz " Garrick.

woke up to see you sitting on top of his pillow with some oil in your hands, your own bonnet flopping over your head.

" goodness, baby, i forgot to do it one time. "

" forgetting once becomes a bad habit, my love. "

always remembers to oil his scalp from now on so he doesn't have to see your disappointed face at 2 am.

puts on his own bonnet since he's already up.

remembers to hide the oil before he goes to bed now,, however you always find it.

Alejandro Vargas.

he was having a peaceful dream when he woke up at the smell of oil.

he knew he had no reason to panic so he opened his eyes slowly as he realized he was being straddled by you with an oil dropper in your hand.

" having fun, mi alma? "

" si. "

he allowed you to play in his hair as he relaxed against the pillows, sure it was 4 am but he adored you too much to tell you off.

he tried to put on the silk headscarf himself but failed to tie it correctly. it came off in his sleep.

Rodolfo " Rudy " Parra.

actually allowed you to oil his scalp before bed.

you had forgotten the back part of his head so you were now laying on the bed, feet kicking in the air while rubbing the oil against the hairs on the nape of his neck.

woke up a bit ago at the feeling of his bonnet being pushed up but didn't say anything.

turned around once you were finished so he could admire you.

" is it really that serious, mi amor? "

" i've seen your dad's hairline, rudy, i'll be damned if i let you go out like that. "

#cod x m!reader #cod x black!male reader #rudy x male reader #ghost x male reader #soap x male reader #gaz x male reader #john price x male reader #alejandro x male reader #cod headcanons #nate writes (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

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bunnyreaper · 8 months

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why am I thinking about soap begging you to indulge him in his step-sister fantasy?

like he pleads with those puppy eyes and you just can't say no when he's staring like that so the next thing you know you're making plans on how you're going to roleplay with him.

he has so many things he wants to try, and he has no shame about how filthy or taboo or perverted or cliche they are. like, can't find it in him to feel bad about it when it gets his dick so hard and you're so eager to please him and make his fantasies come true.

the first thing he asks for is a scenario where he takes your virginity, because who can you trust more than your big bro to take care of you for your first time? he takes it so slow for you, relishing in the trust you placed in him. he kisses you softly at first, before it turns into something dirty and hungry, stuffing his tongue into your mouth. fingers you so sweetly, making sure you cum over and over before he even thinks about fucking you. making you all wet and gooey and stretched as he eases his long, thick cock inside. fucks away your innocence, shapes you to him, plans on making you completely fucking addicted straight from your first time. nothing is allowed in your brain besides thoughts of him.

"this sweet little kitty belongs to me now, aye bonnie?"

or you pretend you're going through a shitty breakup with a guy your age and he comforts you, he's your older step bro, he knows those guys don't deserve you. holds you as you cry, tries to hide that he's hard from the way your body presses and writhes against his, or how fucking cute your little pout is or the tears that stain your cheeks.

promises he'll make it all better if you let him eat your cunt just right, and let him fuck your thoughts away like he does so well. you melt into him as he makes your toes curl, his dick buried so deep as he looks down upon you with adoring eyes, ones your boyfriend never gave you. he makes you cum like no one else can either.

"don't think about him lass, 'll make you feel good, promise baby."

but of course he has some even darker fantasies too. he's been away, deployed, and he comes back to you being all fucking bratty. you won't stop loudly talking about this guy who's been entertaining you in johnny's absence, but he assumes it's all just talk--talk he's going to have to punish you for, because you're his.

he catches you at night, trying to sneak out of the window, and oh no, of course, you're stuck. and johnny, of course, doesn't rush to help you, just flipping up your skirt and pulling down your panties. teasing slick out of you and making you moan into the darkness until you wouldn't dream of leaving, because you know that boy can't take care of you like your big bro can, doesn't fill you full of sticky cum like johnny does.

"stay still, stop yer squirmin'. i'll free you once am done."

or maybe you, with your dumb little girl brain, think you'd be better off without your step-bro. you tell johnny it has to stop, and that you don't want him anymore. he respects it for a while, but when he sees you doing something you shouldn't, something you wouldn't want your parents to find out about, he definitely takes full advantage. he'll keep your secret if you just give him your pretty little throat one more time, let him past those cute little lips again, swallow everything he gives you.

so you give in, dropping to your knees, pulling his hard dick out of his jeans and taking as much of his meat down your throat as he can.

he takes ahold of your hair, fucking deeper and deeper and making you gag, making your eye close. when they flutter open, you see his phone camera fixed on you, and you know it's going to be even more blackmail material so you can't escape. you were so silly for thinking you could go without johnny using you like this.

"do as you're told bonnie, look at the camera like a good little slut, yeah?"

#johnny mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish #call of duty x reader #call of duty fanfic #call of duty fanfiction #i dont know why i wrote this im not even into it i swear.... i swear.... I SWEAR???#i m not into it johnny pleaee i mean wibewiwbw #tw inc*st #tw: inc*st #i feel so dirty now oh no #fem reader

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sstormyskyess · 4 months

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A Productive Outlet

author's note: my first of multiple prompts from @glitterypirateduck's soap it up challenge [this one is prompt 35 "you're so hot when you're mad"]!

cw: smut, top male reader, enemies to fuck buddies, switch!soap and switch!reader, fingering, anal, spanking, a little hair pulling near the start, choking

word count: 2500+

John "Soap" Mactavish x M!Reader

Soap, to put it extremely bluntly, hated your guts. He hated how cocky you were and he hated that disgustingly smug smirk that graced your handsome face whenever you were able to get a rise out of him. He hated how easily you captivated everyone’s attention with your charming personality. He hated the way you looked at him when you were trying to show off in the gym, covered in sweat that beaded along your skin.

You finally managed to make him snap one day when you were bragging to him about some random thing you had done; you had broken some arbitrary lifting record or something, he didn’t care to listen before he had grabbed you by the collar and shoved you against the nearest wall.

“When are you gonna learn to shut the fuck up?” He growls at you, faces just a few inches away from each other. You were genuinely surprised for a moment, since no matter how much you teased or taunted him, he never seemed to take the bait. But now with his fist twisted into the fabric of your shirt, you realize just how much your teasing had an effect on him.

But once you get past the initial shock, your eyebrow quirks and your signature smug look curls up the corner of your mouth. “You’re so hot when you’re mad. Y’know that?” You wrap your hand around his wrist, pulling him even closer and making his chest bump against yours, making his eyes widen. All of a sudden, his face was heating up to his ears, much to your amusement. You can’t help but chuckle, shaking your head at the entertaining sight of him getting so embarrassed at your words. “Aw, what’s the matter, Mactavish? Cat got your tongue?”

You don’t get a moment to keep up your teasing before his lips collide with your own in a messy, aggressive kiss. It was more teeth and tongue than lips the longer you held him against you, your free hand coming up to grab him by the jaw and tilt his head to deepen the kiss. He braced his hands on the wall behind you, caging you in.

When you pull away, both of your faces are flushed, chests heaving from the lack of air. You grab his hips and drag them against yours, grinning when you feel the prominent bulge in his pants rubbing against yours. “So that’s how you feel, huh?” You lick your lips, a hungry look in your eyes as you stare him down. He practically growls at you in return, reaching down to palm at your cock through your sweatpants when you use both hands to grab his ass. “C’mon, handsome. My room,” You lean down to his ear. “Now.”

The moment the door to your bunk shut behind you, he was shoving you onto your shitty military standard bed, the worn out bed springs creaking in disapproval when you plopped down on your back. Your grin had never left, not even when Soap was hovering above you with his hands on either side of your head, pinning you down under his intense, steely gaze. You could see the way his gaze darkened the longer he looked at you, and you were sure it was mirrored in your own eyes.

“Was wondering if you would take some initiative. You don’t hide your emotions very well—has anyone ever told you that?” Your laugh was muffled by his lips on yours and his tongue slipping into your mouth. Your tongues curl around each other and your hand finds a handful of his mohawk, tugging him impossibly closer. He groans into your mouth. Looks like he liked that—good to know.

Your other hand trails down his chest to grab at his rock hard cock through his pants and his hips buck into your grip. He bites your lip in retaliation and you moan softly before tugging his head away from yours by his hair. "Don't get too carried away, handsome." You smirk. His eyes narrow, seemingly offended by the notion that he had to slow down.

You reached under your bed and searched blindly with your hand for a moment before finally finding your lube, showing it off to him with a little wiggle of the bottle. "Don't wanna tear anything, relax." He rolls his eyes, going to take the bottle from your hand. "Don't care if I rip you apart, you little—"

He yelps when you grab him by the shoulders and flip your positions to turn him over onto his stomach, yanking his pants and boxers down and off, letting them fall to the floor in a heap. "I'm not worried about me, sweetheart. I'm doing you a service." He pulls his face out of the sheets and glares back at you, trying to wiggle out of your grasp. You bark out a laugh, and pin his arms behind his back. "Looks like all that close combat sparring hasn't done you much good, huh?" Your voice is teasing, a fake sympathetic tone to your words.

He keeps trying to wrench himself from your hold, tensing up when a glob of lube fell onto his puckered hole. He hears the wet sounds of you stroking yourself with your lubed up hand, having not noticed you pulling your sweatpants down just enough to fish your cock out while he was squirming. Before he could glance back to get a look at you, your fingers were tracing the rim of his hole, dipping in ever so slightly but pulling out before they fully slipped inside. He groans in frustration, pushing his hips backward to urge your fingers in, but you just pull them away whenever he does.

Eventually, once you've had your fun, you show him some mercy and give him a finger, sinking it down to the last knuckle right off the bat and eliciting a moan out of him. Your digit reached his prostate and he jumped, twisting and bucking his hips against your hand. "Mm, is that good, handsome? Yeah?" You chuckle at his growl, muffled by the sheets where he buries his flushed, agitated face. He barely manages to stifle his whine when you add another finger to the mix and start to spread them apart, gaping his hole to prepare him for your cock.

Soap bites his lip and tenses up in an effort to keep his moans deep down in his chest, making you coo down at him, "You've gotta loosen up for me, babydoll; I'm not gonna be able to fit in this pretty little ass of yours if you don't." He takes a deep breath in through nose and releases it into the sheets, allowing your fingers to move again. "There you go, that's good," You sigh, a smile perking up the corners of your mouth. "Can't wait to be inside you, you're gonna feel so good, I just know it." He isn't able to hide the whimper that bubbles up at your words and you have to stop yourself from chuckling at the needy little noise. You can't wait to break him down.

You spend a little more time preparing him, but it feels like hours to him, so he starts to get a little antsy. "If you don't fuck me right now, I swear to christ I'll fuckin'—" His words are turned into a sharp moan when you shove your cock into him in one swift motion, all the way to the hilt. You moan as well, his tight walls clamping down around you so firmly it was almost too much. "Fuck, baby—I knew it'd be good, holy shit…" You sigh, just appreciating the feeling for a moment. "Haven't been fucked in a while, huh? Can barely move in here." You laugh under your breath.

You use the hand not pinning him down to grab one of his asscheeks, spreading it apart to get a good look at your cock disappearing into his hole. "What a view…" You mutter as you slowly start rolling your hips. You find that his pleased noises were much needier than you imagined they'd be; they were all high pitched whines and keening little moans, and they were fairly loud even though he was trying to hide them in the pillows. You spend a few moments working him open on your dick, taking in every little sensation. Who knew if you would ever get this chance again, right?

It didn't take long for him to start pushing his hips backwards to meet your thrusts, and that's when you knew he was ready for you. You quickly shifted your hands to press down on the middle of his back and scruff the back of his neck, angling yourself to get a better angle, and before he realized it you were absolutely pounding into him.

He yelps and tosses his head back, evidently no longer interested in muffling his voice in the bed. You groan along with him, keeping a steady rhythm that prodded at his prostate with every inward stroke. His cock was utterly leaking, each of your thrusts rutting his cock against the sheets. You were hitting deeper than he had ever experienced, quickly bringing tears to his eyes.

He directed his tearful gaze at you, sending a shiver down your spine. Everything about him was coming together to make such a pretty display; his skin flushed, a light sheen of sweat across his back, and his eyes all glassy and needy. You curse under your breath, tilting your head back and groaning low in your chest.

Soap was getting completely lost in the feeling of your cock dragging along his walls, so much so that he didn't notice the hand on the back of his neck leave. What he did notice was that same hand cracking down on his ass in a cruel slap. His eyes widen and he cries out, his hips bucking away from the burning discomfort, but he didn't have much room to maneuver with you pinning him down under your weight. You land a couple more spanks across his ass, alternating cheeks until they turned a nice, pretty pink. He whines twisting in your hold in a weak attempt to get away from your assault.

He was so close to his climax, just a little more and he'd be cumming across the sheets. "I can feel you clenching on me. Are you close, Johnny? Hm?" Something about you calling him that nickname, 'Johnny,' had his blood boiling. He hated that damn nickname and always has. He growls and manages to buck you off on him in his small burst of anger, flipping you over and shoving you onto the bed where he had been laying. You were shocked for a moment, thinking you had hurt him, but as soon as he had you where he wanted you, he was sinking back down on your cock in one fell swoop.

You grunt in confusion, looked up at him with an eyebrow raised. "What the hell—" You jump when his hand wraps around your throat and he sneers down at you. "How many times do I have to tell you to shut," his hand tightens, "the fuck," tightens, "up?" and tightens even more, making you lightheaded as his fingers cut off your blood flow.

Your eyes flutter and you groan when he starts riding you, his hips slamming down onto yours at a bruising pace. You watch as his cock bobs against your stomach, a steady dribble of pre leaking from his cock onto your abs. He grins feeling your pulse under his fingertips. "You're a right cunt, y'know that?" Soap growls down at you over the sound of skin on skin. "Always talkin' all that shite—'m sick and fuckin' tired of it." He tosses his head back and moans loud, his walls fluttering when the tip of your cock glides along a sweet spot deep inside him.

"You don't seem like you hate it, babydoll," You chuckle breathily, talking past his hand clamped down on your neck. "Seems to me that you love all the shit I talk." He rolls his eyes at your words, tilting his hips in such a way that gets your cock deeper inside him. He squeezes down on the tip of your cock, making your hips buck up into his and clawing a deep groan from your chest. "Haud yer wheesht, y'brat." He hisses, raking his nails down your chest. You plant your feet on the mattress to start thrusting upwards into him. "I don't know what that means, Mactavish—" You moan and grab his thighs in a tight grip, digging into the thick muscles under his skin.

He opts to ignore you, focusing on milking your cock for all it's worth, a chorus of throaty groans leaving the both of you as he goes. "Fuck me, I'm fuckin' close, Soap…" Your breath hitches and your cock twitches. You grab his ass in both hands and pull his hips down onto your cock. Your lips meet when he leans down and he pulls you into a heated kiss, licking into each other's mouths.

You growl, taking hold of his cock and stroking it, making him let out a shocked moan from the sudden sensation of both his hole and his cock being stimulated at the same time. His nails dig into your pecs, leaving red crescent-shaped indents in your skin. "Y'like that, huh?" Your voice, try as you might to keep it even, shakes a bit as you near your climax.

His thighs shake the longer he rides you, his cock aching from how hard it had gotten, the tip an angry red. "Stroke yourself, handsome. Let me take care of things," You smile when he nods, leaning back and bracing himself on your thighs. You take hold of his hips and start guiding him up and down on your cock while still bucking up into him.

Soap fists his cock vigorously, making himself moan and tighten around your dick. You let out a quick succession of groans and grunts, just managing to hold back your climax until he came first. He whines and you watch as his dick throbs in his palm, his balls tightening with every spurt of cum that shoots out into his hand and onto your stomach. The sight triggers your own orgasm and your load coats the walls of his tight hole, milking a few more drops out of him at the feeling of your shaft pulsing inside him.

The both of your chests heave and your eyes meet. You grin when you see him looking at you, all placated and void of all the frustration that was once there. "You happy now, babydoll?" You tilt your head, laughing when he grabs your face and turns it away from him with a roll of his eyes. "Good to know that all it takes is a cock inside you to get you off my case."

He shifts to get off your lap, but you grab his hips and pull him back, seating him firmly on your still stiff cock. "No, no, you just stay there, handsome. Y'feel too good, I'm not done with you yet."

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞

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mitoad · 2 months

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okok but can someone please please recommend some tooth rotting diabetes causing nickocado avocado-inspiring cod x reader fanfictions ? im so sick of searching up cod x reader works just 2 get bombed by “AND THEY CHOKE ND STRANGLE YOU” “HARDCORE SEX STUFF HERE !!” please i just want to be silly and domesticated with the boys why is peace not an option

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tasteofthedivine93 · 28 days

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Into You (18+) 🌶️🌶️- COD Fanfic

TasteOfTheDivine // Masterlist

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54933550 Rating: Mature 18+ (MDNI) Category: F/M // F/M/M Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Relationships: John Price (Call of Duty)/Reader // John "Soap" Mactavish/Reader // John "Soap" Mactavish/John Price/Reader Additional Tags:

Warnings: None Words: 10,377

Summary:

You confess to your boyfriend Johnny that out of his friends, you'd let his Captain, John Price be your one to choose to look after you if anything happens to Johnny. Johnny decides to invite Price over to see if he's worth his girlfriend and if you're happy with your choice.

Notes:

I've been working on this fic for months. I also love Soap and Price very much equally so this is an indulgent fantasy for me. Maybe make a part 2 if I'm feeling it in the future?

Running up to the front door of your house rain beats down heavily around you. Droplets of water drip down your nose and off the ends of your ponytail and down your back, workout clothes sticking to your skin. You feel a puddle splash up your leg and you groan in frustration. The weather app said it wouldn’t rain till the middle of the evening, so you decided to go on your daily run early - unfortunately to be caught in the rainstorm. You cut your path short and decided to head home.

Slamming the door shut behind you, you let out a few pants at the change of temperature, you didn’t realise your skin was cold from the rain absorbing your body heat. You shout into the house for your boyfriend; “Johnny?”

“In here,” his voice echoes from the living room.

“God, I’m soaking wet,” you shout from the hall, “and not the good kind of wet.” You chuckle to yourself. Shaking your head, more drops fall to the floor, toeing off your damp running shoes. You pad your way into the living room, a smile plastered on your face and your eyes meet another pair of blue orbs. Price. Johnny’s Captain.

In a surprise, you stop in your tracks and place a hand on your décolletage. “PRICE!” You yell a little louder than you intended, but his presence shocked you. Normally Johnny would warn you of a company coming over, be it Kyle or Simon.

You hadn’t seen Price for months, yet he looked the same, still beaming masculine energy. His beard is a little unkempt, no bags under his eyes but he is still rugged and handsome.

You hadn’t even really thought of Price of late, since Soap had been on an extended leave. The last time you feel you could recall was a few months back when you and Soap got very drunk and played “confessions” with each other. Naturally, you turned the game into something sexual and wanted to make your boyfriend just a smidgen bit jealous.

****

“Okay” your speech was starting to slur. You took another sip of your rum and coke. “My go, and this one is… gonna be interesting.” You bat your lashes at Johnny playfully with a smirk on your face but you giggle it away.

“Oh, this sounds fun” He smiles back at you, eyes dilating a little.

“If I had to pick one of your friends… to … yaknow… sleep with… then I’d pick…” You feel a blush creep up your neck. Soap remains perfectly still, holding a strong poker face. You can see the cogs in his mind turning and turning.

He smirks at you. “You’d pick Price.”

Opening your eyes wide and biting your lip, “How did you guess?”

His eyes never leave yours. “Really?” He replies, his voice a little deeper than before. “I believe the striking blue eyes kink you have gives it away.”

“It’s not a kink, it’s a preference.” You pout.

“Price, huh?” He rumbles deep, taking a sip of his whiskey.

“I mean…” you begin but trail off. Blushing and looking at the glass in your lap. “Only if it was life or death… which would never happen…” you mutter, worried you’d upset Soap. “Or like if you need someone to look after me… someone you trust.”

He looks away from you, the dim light of the lamp in the corner of the room casting sharp shadows across his face, making him look menacing for a split second.

“Not upset you, have I?” your eyebrows arch upwards, a coldness shivers down your spine.

He turns to face you, leaning closer and planting a kiss on your cheek. He stored that information away somewhere in his brain to remember even when sober.

“I’m not upset,” he replies as if he was reading your mind, “Mine would be ‘Busty-Rachel’ as you call her…” he chuckles and you gasp.

“OH FUCK YOU!” You laugh while smacking him on the shoulder.

****

You let in the breath you just lost and feel a small blush on your cheeks, embarrassed by your crude comment. “I’m sorry about that, that was…” you trail off, letting out a small sigh.

“It’s alright love, it’s good to see you again.” he smiles at you, eyes crinkling at the edges and clasping his hands on his lap as he reclines back into a more casual position. You smile back timidly while running your hand through your wet ponytail and finally turning your attention to Soap.

“Hey, sweetie, everything okay?” you lean down and give him a peck on his stubbled cheek. He reaches out and grabs your hand and pulls you sharply onto the sofa next to him. He returns the kiss, his lips soft and warm against your cold and damp cheek.

“Of course,” he said with a slight twang in his voice, and he never gets nervous. “I’m just gonna jump straight to it.” He shifts in his seat, squeezing your hand as if you signal to you everything is okay but he’s unsure how you’d react. You feel your heart jump, your blood pumping harder in your veins, and your throat closes a little. You start to think the worst, that maybe he’s trying to dampen the blow of some news you wouldn’t like - such as a 6 month to year mission or change of location.

“Oh, no, is it bad?” You blurt out as soon as Soap starts to speak. He smiles at you but his lips tremble and lets out a nervous laugh while squeezing your hand.

“No, no sweetie, it’s nothin’ to do with work, that’s all good. It’s something else… a proposition.” He glances at you and you drop your shoulders in relief.

“A few months back you…” you start, looking at Price for a second and then back to you. “A few months back, you mentioned something about Capt- Price.” He clears his throat, and you feel his and grow warm in yours. You tilt your head confused.

“I did?” You question, eyes flicking to the man opposite your living room.

Soap nods silently.

“Aye, you did. And I’ve been thinking about it… a lot.” He confesses, bowing his head to hide his rosy cheeks. “And one night out with the lads, I might have, let it slip…” he trails off.

Out the corner of your eye, you see Price shift in his seat, leaning forward and resting his forearms on his legs. He lets out a cough to draw attention to himself, both your heads face the older man.

“What he’s trying to say, love, is that he told me, about your little ‘confession’”, he smirks at you, you feel something in the air shift and you feel very exposed right now. “And I’m truly honoured you’d want me to be your… support system. But only with Soaps approval.”

You feel your eyebrows rise in confusion, eyes darting between the two men. You part your lips slightly and feel a small breath escape your lungs. A flash of heat bursts from your core with a mixture of acknowledgement and embarrassment - knowing exactly what they’re talking about.

Oh.

You snap your head back to face Soap and lean towards his ear, whispering. ‘My “Life or Death choice?!” You hiss at him. “You TOLD him?!” You try and pull your hand from his but he places a death grip on your fingers, not wanting you to leave.

“It wasn’t done to upset you, lass, it just slipped out.” He looks up at you with puppy-dog eyes, blues shimmering and melting your soul. You knew you couldn’t stay mad at him when he pulled the “Puss-in-Boots” card at you.

“So why is…” You point at Price, still sitting stoically in the chair, hands gripping the armrests in a death grip watching you have your little freakout.

“Little Johnny here wants you to have a test run… And I honestly couldn’t say no.”

“Why?”

“Have you not seen yourself, love?”

“Really?” You blush at the compliment.

“Yes, love. A test-run. See if I am suitable to… care for your needs if I’m required.” His moustache twitches.

“Johnny, he’s joking, right? You’re joking, right?” You feel your stomach burn with embarrassment but also a little desire. You look between the two men who just stare at you like you’re acting foolish.

“I mean, what if something does happen - I want you to be cared for, satisfied… and I thought you’d like it.” Soap confesses.

Your jaw becomes slack, you know you’re sporting that “adorable but very confused” look on your face right now. You honestly feel as if your brain has fried, melted and poured out of your ears.

You didn’t expect your evening to go in this direction.

“I don't… want to cheat on you, Johnny.”

He lets out a chuckle, “It's not really cheating…” he begins, now himself letting out a nervous laugh and dropping his gaze from yours to stare at the ground. A small blush formed on his cheeks.

“What do you… mean?” You question, genuinely confused, tilting your head. You feel your heart skip a beat.

“You think I’d leave him alone with you at first? Heck no. I’ll be there with you… both.” He whispers the last word. A threesome? You both have brought up that question a few times in the bedroom but thought it was just flirting and something to fan the flames. Not thinking you’d do it, but also you’d thought the first time would be with another woman, not… a man. Let alone Price. His Captain. “I mean, gotta make sure he’ll treat you right.”

You stare at Johnny, slack jawed and mouth becoming dry.

“I know your porn history,” he whispers into your ear. You blush deep red. Both of you are open to pornography, sure you both have photos and videos of each other solo and together for when Soap is away, but you both understand it’s sometimes not enough. You both are open about your kinks with each other. You trust each other wholeheartedly. He’s seen the searches, lesbian, threesome… tentacles was the one that made him confused but he didn’t judge.

“Big burly men, fucking a sweet little thing, eating her out, spit-roasting her.” His breath on your ear was hot, he trailed his finger up your spine, making you shiver.

“It's all about you, sweetheart, we both want you to be… centre of attention.” Price looks you up and down like a lion ready to pounce on its prey.

Soap chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m too jealous too much to fully give you to someone else while I’m still here.” Plus, you know, that the bond the 141 have somewhat overshadows your relationship with him, having near-death experiences solidifies a core connection.

“Won’t do anything you don’t want to, love.” Price smirks. “Say the word and I’ll leave right now and we’ll never speak of it again.” He smiles that cheeky grin you’ve seen him do a few times when trying to persuade someone to do something. Lines form around his eyes, showing his maturity and age. You feel a tingle down your spine.

“I… I um…” You stutter, completely lost for words. Your eyes darting again between the men. You speak the first thing that pops into your mind. “Would it happen now? Tonight?” You panicked.

Price lets out a huff from his nose, his signature move. “I’m a busy man, love. Yes, it’s tonight.”

“We thought it would be best to… drop it on ya’. So you wouldn’t overthink it and change your mind.” Soap squeezes your hand again, god it’s annoying how well he knows your mind. You glare at him, hating how he knows you too well sometimes.

“I… “ you look between the men again, biting your lip and blushing. “Okay, yes.” You nod. “But no ass stuff.”

Price raises his hands as if to say ‘fine with me’ and Soap nods, smirking. You don’t see it, but Soap signals at Price with his finger and thumb nearly touching as if to say ‘just a little bit’, making Price huff out a small laugh.

“I'm going to shower, I’ll see you both in the bedroom soon - you can… plan things.” You stand up quickly and without looking at them you leave - you thought if you see their sparkling blue eyes piercing you then you might overthink it again.

Bouncing up upstairs, you make a b-line straight into the bathroom, you stare at yourself in the mirror, planting your hands on the countertop and breathing in deeply. Your heart is beating so hard that the vein in your neck is thumping. It's just sex. You think to yourself.

He’s not your Captain, you can let Soap deal with his consequences and awkwardness later. Fleeting thoughts pass over your head about how close the team has been in the past. Long cold winters in the Russian tundra, months such in Rainforests and scorching deserts. It can be a lonely time.

You shake your head at your fantasies and turn on the shower, jumping in while the water is still a little cold to wake yourself up. A quick shave and use of your expensive body wash.

Once out, you gently pat yourself down and are thankful you keep some underwear and a bralette hidden for a surprise for Johnny. Now seems to be the best time for it.

You slip on the red lace, the tone compliments your skin well. The fabric is just sheer enough to see your nipples already peaking to attention. You fluff up your hair and put on a small bit of mascara and tinted lip balm.

Taking in another breath, you grab your silk robe and slip it around you, tying the belt into a loose knot. You exit the room, steam trailing behind you and slowly head to your bedroom door. You hesitate before pushing the door wide open to see Johnny on the bed in nothing but his underwear and Price the same but lounging in the chair in the corner - the pair of them turn to look at you when they hear the door squeak.

Eyes flit between the two men, taking in their muscles, their near nakedness. Price had much more chest hair than Johnny but both a somewhat similar build, however Price has smaller arms and a much slimmer waist than Johnny. Both their eyes look you up and down, you stand in the doorway nervously, playing with the silk belt between your fingertips.

Johnny can sense your nerves and pats the bed next to him and then offers an open palm to you. Skirting around the bed you take his hand and sit down, nervously smiling at Price… John, you should say, less formal.

Johnny leans over and kisses your cheek, squeezing your hand.

“Anytime you want to stop, just use the safeword, yeah?” He raises his eyebrows waiting for your confirmation.

You nod, “Yeah, it’s peaches.”

You hear Price huff out his nose and question; “Why ‘peaches’?” he asks trying to calm the tension in the air.

“Oh, it’s a long story…” you smile at him and he just nods in return. Price stands from his seat and walks over to you, he cups your chin in his hand and tilts you to look up at him, his slightly taller stature shadows over you. Your eyes glide over his small stomach pudge, his pecs, up to meet his once blue eyes now blown out and black with desire. You swallow. Your heart is beating so hard in your chest you could probably see your chest muscle pulse.

“It’s all about you, love, don’t be scared to speak up, tell us what to do, what not to do.” He confirms, running his thumb over your bottom lip. His voice was so low and deep it vibrated into your core, you felt yourself already getting wet. “Also, I want to hear you… don’t be shy.” He smirks.

“Don’t worry, sir, we’ve had the neighbours complain before.” Johnny chuckles to himself, pushing your hair away from your shoulder and kissing the curve where your neck meets your shoulder. Closing your eyes, feel your cheeks flush at your boyfriend's confession, slightly embarrassed but forgiven from his delicate kisses.

Price toys with the seam of your lip, daring to push his thumb further into your mouth. He tilts his head at you, watching Soap kiss your neck, you already let out a few grunts of approval.

“Can I kiss you?” Price asks softly.

Your eyes snap open and you nod, standing up. Johnny whines at the loss of contact from you but hand still holding yours.

Standing still, Price moves his hand to cup your cheek and leans down to take your lips in his. It was a gentle kiss, his lips were soft but his beard tickled, more than Johnnys, it reminded you of when Johnny came back from a longer mission with an overgrown mohawk and rugged beard to match - you demanded he didn’t shave it off straight away, you liked the way it tickled your inner thighs. That thought alone caused a moan to escape your throat into the kiss, more wetness pooling into your lingerie.

You hear the sound of bed sheets rustling and two strong hands snake around your waist, Johnny knelt on the bed behind you, pressing himself against the curve of your ass - you could feel his semi-hard erection already. You smile into the kiss with Price at how you easily turn your boyfriend on. You press your ass into him a little and you hear him grunt at the pleasure.

Johnny cups your tit over your dressing gown, kneading softly, fingers gliding over your nipple. Price pulls away from the kiss first and presses his forehead against yours for a moment - a somewhat romantic gesture that makes your stomach flutter. But you knew it was him offering trust.

He steps away from you slightly;

“May I?” he asks while fingering the silk belt, you nod and Soap removes his hands from you.

The robe opens slowly and Johnny grabs the fabric at the shoulders, draping it slowly off your skin, exposing you.

Price stares at your body and you swear you see his cock twitch in his underwear, slowly growing harder, you feel slightly shy and you move your arms to cover yourself but feel resistance from Johnny holding you back. He leans closer to you, his radiating heat on your back soothes you, lips pressing against your ear.

“No, lass, now isn’t the time to be shy.” His lips kiss the shell of your ear, moving back down your neck to your shoulder. He gently grinds into your ass, letting out a groan at the pleasurable pressure on his cock.

Biting your lip, you look up at the stoic man in front of you, he balls his hands into fists for a moment as if stopping himself from ravaging you, holding himself back. Instead, he lets his shoulders drop and reaches out to you - his fingers gently glide over your waist, your hip, over the smooth red fabric, he toys with the strap between his fingers, pulling it from your skin and letting it go - it snaps against your skin making you squeak. Johnny laughs into your neck.

“You look perfect.” Price compliments and you feel your stomach flutter again.

Johnny returns to kissing the apex between your shoulder and neck, you let your head loll to the side, closing your eyes and exposing more of the flesh to him and he grinds into you. You feel a hand drawing lines over your stomach and down toward your core. Price gently cups your cunt, letting his finger trail over your clit, you let out a moan at the touch.

You feel a gentle pull on your arms, Johnny pulls you away from Price’s touch back to the bed. “Let's get you comfy, pet.” He strokes up and down your arm, comforting you. You turn onto your knees to crawl up the bed but find yourself unable to move, two large callused hands grab onto your hips. Price pulls your bent over ass toward his groin and grinds into you.

“Sorry love, just needed you know what you do to me… us” he corrects himself. You bite your lip at the praise and continue up towards the pillow and lie back down. Johnny lies on your right and Price comes to lie on your left. The warmth of them both is making your head swim, the anticipation of their next moves and the night's activities make you shudder at the thought alone.

You hear Price let you a chuckle and carefully strokes his hand up your inner thigh, parting your legs already. You turn to look at Johnny, once blue eyes blown out from lust and the dusk of the room, you lean towards him and take his lips in yours. He cups your face and lets his tongue slowly drag over your lower lip, requesting an invitation. As you push more into the kiss, you feel Price’s fingers back on your cunt, you’re not fully wet yet but know you’ll be there soon enough. You gasp into Johnny's mouth at the foreign touch. He pulls away from your mouth to trail kisses over your cheek, down your jaw, your shoulders and down towards your breasts.

“Red is a good colour on you, love.” He mutters as he lets his lips drag over the red lace cup of your bra. He kisses the mound before seeking out your slightly exposed nipple, taking the encased bud into his mouth. You moan out his name and close your eyes for a moment at the increasing pleasure already growing in your stomach.

You feel that tonight might be a bit of a playful battle between the two men, who can get you wettest, who will make you cum the most, who you’ll want to be on top and who below. Nothing vindictive, a bit of fun to add to the evening, but still a reminder of how they’re here for you and you’re the centre of their worlds right now.

Price leans over and places a kiss on your cheek, you turn your head and catch his equally blown out eyes. You kiss him slowly, matching Johnny’s movement and letting his tongue snake into your mouth. He added more pressure to your cunt, you feel yourself soaking through your thin panties now.

Feeling a hand snake around your back, you feel Johnny undo your bra and gently pull it away from your body exposing your breasts, nipples at attention. He continues to lap at the skin, sucking you into his mouth and letting little moans escape your mouth. Price in return gently pulls your knickers to the side, exposing your wet cunt to the air of the room and without pause, runs his digit between your folds, already teasing your hole.

You sharply pull away from Price’s soft lips, sucking in a breath. You rest your forehead on his cheek and pant onto his beard at his touch.

“Fuck,” is all you can speak, causing Johnny to snap open his eyes and look at you through his lashes, still lapping at your nipple. He takes his free hand and pinches the other between his fingers. You feel so sensitive all over and you gasp at Johnny’s gentle nipping and pinching.

Price tries to one up Johnny and moves to give your clit the much needed attention, you jerk your hips, hissing between your teeth.

“Feel good, love?” He rumbles, you nod as you breathe in hard and fast. He picks up the pace a little as he circles your clit faster and faster. Johnny kisses around your breasts and back up your neck, he tilts you away from Price and nips at your lower lip. Invading your mouth again with his tongue, he draws another moan from you.

Pulling away, he replaces his lips with his thumb and gently pushes the digit past your swollen lips and presses against your tongue. You start to gently suck, matching the speed of Price on your clit. Johnny lets out a grunt, grinding his erection into your thigh.

“How about you use that pretty mouth of yours on me and let’s see if Price can use that tongue of his just as good as me?” Johnny asks so deep and low it vibrates in your chest. “You taste so perfect, lass, it’s rude to not share.” Opening your eyes that you swear roll into the back of your head and nod at him and turn to look at Price, eyes already half closed and you’ve not even cum yet.

Johnny was the first to strip fully naked, kneeling next to you on the bed, he throws his underwear somewhere in the room and you’re met with his leaking red cock in your face. That’s one of the things you love about your Johnny, it’s brass enthusiasm and openness. You feel your heart skip a beat when you stare at his broad figure for the millionth time - but still makes you flush and bite your bottom lip.

Price meanwhile moves down the bed, planting kisses down your stomach, hips and mound. Finally slotting himself between your thighs.

“You smell so sweet,” He grunts as presses himself into the bed, relieving some of the pressure in his cock. “You still sure, sweetheart?” He asks again as his fingers toy with the hem of your panties, already pulling them down over your hips.

“Ye-yes”' you breathe out, his warm breath feels like heaven on your clothed cunt. Johnny goes down on you all the time, he’s like a man starved, eating you out like it’s his last meal. You feel like Price will take his time, draw out your first orgasm until it's painful. You take in a breath and feel him pull the thin material from your body. Parting your legs, he kisses the hot and sensitive flesh of your inner thighs and he hooks your knees over his shoulders. He looks at your glistening folds, smirking at himself.

“Can’t say I’ve never thought of this pretty cunt, sweetheart.” His ocean blue eyes are blown out as he glances up at you. You see lust and passion in his eyes, something you thought you’d never see from anyone except Johnny. Teasing you, Price kisses all around your thighs, over your mound and everywhere except on your cunt.

Meanwhile, Johnny snapped his vision away from the man slotted between your thighs and stroked the back of your hair, slowly inching his cock closer to your mouth. Your eyes flick to the swollen and already dripping head - you lick it away with the tip of your tongue, tasting his salty cum. He lets out a small whimper, he’s felt your tongue countless times before but it always leaves him weak at the knees when he feels you on his throbbing cock. You reach and take hold of the shaft, pumping him a few times.

Johnny grips the back of your head, tangling your hair between his fingers. He gives you a gentle tug, tilting your head back. You grin at the pain-pleasure and continue to pump down his thick shaft as he inches closer to your mouth.

Price though, demands your attention and nips at the tender flesh of your inner thigh. You let out a small hiss at the sensation and met his eyes again, still pumping Johnny. His beard tickles you more than Johnnys and you feel your legs start to close from the feeling. Price lets out a primal grunt and pushes you open, exposing your wet cunt to him more.

His fingers squeeze into the muscles, eyes still locked on yours he takes a long and slow swipe up your folds and lets the tip flick your clit. Your hips buck already and you’ve only just got started. Johnny groans at the same time as you as the flick on your clit causes you to squeeze harder on Johnny's member and he in return tugs at your scalp.

Your brain reminds you again that tonight is going to be a battle for your attention and you’re not sure how to handle it. Part of you wants to be dominating, telling the men off and explain to them that they are to share you. However you worried that would sound too demanding. Another side of you wants to watch them fight for your attention by playing with you more. Your brain was fuzzy from lust and desire you couldn’t choose.

You shake away those thoughts.

Warmth envelopes your wet folds as Price laps at you, drinking you in. His tongue was fast, tiny flicks cause your clit to pulsate and you already start to feel your first orgasm building. You let out a moan. Price smirks at each little whimper you make. He uses the flat of his tongue to lick up your seam, he pulls back the hood on your clit to expose your sensitive bud more. He attaches himself to it and sucks, hard.

Hips buck under the change of sensation and you let out a sharp squeak. You feel Johnny’s cock twitch at the delicious sound.

“Jesus, fuck,” you mutter out as you watch Price’s cheeks hollow. You feel engorged and swollen. He pops off you and your clit is hard pink and twitching. A small line of sweat beads on your brow. It’s only the first act and you’re already putty in his hands. His eyes meet yours again, he kisses you softly, but eclectic shocks still strike your core. Without thinking, your spare hand comes flying up to your breast, you knead at the soft flesh and pinch your own nipple.

Johnny besides you lets out a groan as you squeeze him harder at your reaction. Coming back to earth you refocus yourself on your boyfriend.

Half lidded eyes meet him and you lean to take his swollen head into your mouth. He hisses at the temperature change. Already you can feel him pushing your head further down his shaft but you resist. You let your tongue swirl around the head tasting the tang of his pre-cum on the back of your tongue.

Price continues to lap at your sex, mixing between long and slow flicks, using every inch of his tongue to draw you closer to your orgasm. The first of many tonight. He teases your hole with the tip of his tongue, drinking you down. With your free hand, you entangle your fingers into Price’s hair, pushing him further into your cunt. You try to match his movements with your own on Johnny's cock, but he seems to have his own ideas. You feel his hips slowly start to rock as he fucks your mouth, the tip getting closer to the back of your throat.

You let out a groan in protest that vibrates straight down his shaft and he moans in return. You feel Price smirk against your cunt and you open your eyes to catch him staring at you both. His cheeks are flushed and you feel his fingers dig into your thighs at the sight of you with a cock in your mouth. Planting your palms on Johnny's slender hips, you try to stop him from going too far down your throat - compensating you start to bob your head a little faster, swirling your tongue with fervour.

“Enjoying yourself, love?” You hear Price ask as he pulls one hand away from your thighs and tenderly swipes a digit through your slick. You feel the digit rest against your hole, gently poking in and out as if he’s requesting permission.

You give yourself a moment and pull off Johnny's cock with a pop, a string of spit still attaching you both. You pant, gasping for breath and you nod - before your brain could even register, Price penetrates you with his finger. You clamp down already on the intrusion and let out a breathy “fuck”.

He chuckles as returns his attention to your clit, helping you relax as he curves into your sensitive spot. The pressure causing you to arch your back a little, eyes rolling into the back of your skull from the pleasure. You feel Johnny's hand cup the back of your head again, gently stroking your hair as his chest bursts with lust at the sight of you in pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful when blissed out, lass.” He bends down and kisses your parted lips, a few gentle kisses before letting his tongue swipe your lower lip, requesting entry. You let your jaw loosen and let his tongue swirl around yours as he tastes himself on you. You feel your hand trial up and down his abs, nails scraping at the sensitive skin. Johnny shudders at the sensation.

Price looks up at the two of you in your passionate kiss and feels that pang in his stomach - that doubt that he should be here. Instead he tries to regain your attention and inserts another finger into your dripping hole. He hears you groan at the stretch. Feeling brave, he inserts another and curves all three against your clenching walls and presses upwards hard. He feels your thighs shake at the sensation and he keeps rubbing that tender spot.

You pull away from Johnny's kiss and let out a breathy moan into his mouth, you feel yourself gripping at the bedsheet as Price brings you closer and closer to your first orgasm. Looking down at him, he locks eyes with yours and starts to lap at your engorged clit. You suck in your lower lip, biting the skin hard enough to draw blood as the coil in your stomach pulls tighter and tighter. Your hand still entangled in Price’s hair, you tug hard at the strands, causing him to groan into your cunt. You feel Johnny press a kiss into your shoulder, rising his head to your ear he whispers deep; “Com’on, lass, I wanna see you cum on the Caps fingers.” The warmth on the shell of your ear tickled but his words went straight to your core, causing you to finally snap as Price continues to gently pump his strong fingers in and out of you.

Finally after a few more pumps and a last lick to your clit you snap, orgasm washing over every inch of your skin. You pant out a moan, throat tightening as Price doesn’t slow down, he continues to overstimulate you and keep your orgasm going for as long as possible. He attaches his mouth to your mound, sucking at your clit, he removes his fingers and wraps his hands around your thighs, holding to his face. He’s worried he’ll leave bruises but he also wants to leave a mark for you to remember him by.

You shake your head, you try to protest but he’s a man on a mission. You try and wiggle away from him, pulling at his hair, as he continues to suck and lick at your sensitive bud but Johnny holds you down. Price just grunts at you, still lapping till you twitch and your legs start to shake. You lock eyes with your lover, you see Johnny stroking himself, more pre-cum drips from the tip. Johnny loves to watch you cum, even if it's not from his own hands, mouth or cock. The numerous videos he has of you on his phone and midnight calls must have given him a kink. He loves your noises, your squeaks, your moans. All those lonely nights in the abandoned safe houses or on base where he’s got only his hand and your videos.

“Just one more, you can do it.” He strokes himself faster now, tangling his spare hand into your hair more. He grips at your scalp and tugs, causing your head to jolt back. The pain-pleasure causing you to gasp. As if like a switch, you cum again, slick pouring from your hole and your body shakes. Price looks up at you, breathing heavy through his nose as he draws out the second orgasm to completion. His cheeks are flushed red as he grinds into the bed trying to relieve the intense strain his cock is under.

Johnny watches as you twitch and convulse in your orgasm, he lets out a shaky “fuck” and climaxes himself as well. Strings of thick cum spurt over your breasts and collarbone. He tugs harder at your hair as he strokes the last few drops from the tip, you groan at the pain. He lets go of your hair and gives you a quick peck on the lips, his cock slowly softening in his palm.

You look down at Price who finally removes himself from your molten core - strings of spit and slick still connect the two of you. He pants into your pussy, licking his lips. His beard is soaked. You bite your lip at him and smile as your afterglow sends buckets of dopamine through your bloodstream.

“Fucking hell, Price.” You breathe out. He rests his forehead against your inner thigh, taking in deep breaths. You reach down and stroke your fingers through his hair, soothing the man. You let your nails rake his scalp and he lets out a moan. As you continue to say wordless thanks to Price, Johnny takes out a tissue from the strategically placed box on the nightstand and wipes away his spend from your chest. You let your head flop back onto the pillow for a moment as you bathe in your afterglow.

Price lets out a chuckle; “Does John ever get you to cum twice like that?” he tilts his head.

Leaning up on your shaky arms, you purse your lips and cock your head as if to say “not always” but you feel a small smack to your shoulder from Johnny. You let out a laugh, leaning up to kiss Johnny's abs and a quick peck to his softening cock.

Flopping back onto the bed, closing your eyes, you let out a blissful sigh as your bloodstream glows with your afterglow.

“Now now, lass, no time for resting, we gotta give our guest his turn.” Johnny smirks as he looks down at Price and winks at the man. Price can only chuckle at his sergeant's cocky nature. He plants one last kiss to your thigh and slowly sits up onto his knees. His cock straining his boxers, leaving a small patch of damp from the pre-cum that’s soaked through. He palms himself at the sight of you, and you feel yourself blush.

You let your eyes wander his frame again, taking in as much as you can. You whimper at him touching himself, so you sit up on your wobbly knees, becoming face to face (chest) with him. You give him a quick peck on the lips, tasting yourself on him and getting some of your juices on your chin. Letting out a small chuckle, you wipe away the residue and begin to turn to Johnny.

“Johnny-”, before you could finish you feel a cloth on your shoulder. Smiling at him, you turn back to Price and gently brush the fabric on his damp beard, cleaning him up. A small blush grows on his cheeks and you smile at him through half closed eyes. You feel a small burst of something in your stomach and chest again as his blue eyes flit across your face. His hands come up to cup your cheek.

Behind you, Johnny shuffles on the bed and presses his hard chest to your back, wrapping his hands around you and gently cups your breasts, letting his thumbs roll over your sensitive nipples. You let out a moan, letting your head drop back for a moment onto his shoulder. With eyes closed, you feel Price’s hand cup your upper-arm, letting his hands slowly draw down your skin till he holds your hand. Brining it to his lips, he kisses your knuckles tenderly. You blush as the chivalry and smile at him. You turn your head and return the kiss into his palm.

You both gingerly smile at one another.

Price lowers your hand and presses it open on his hairy chest, you can feel his heart beating hard and fast in his ribcage. Eyes meet once again and you feel your own heart flutter. Slowly you follow the trail of hair down his hardened abs, not as defined as Johnny’s but there. Down his stomach that has a small pudge to it, and you graze past the hem of his boxers till you feel his hardened cock.

You palm him, and he lets out a hiss at the pleasure. His other hand, still on your cheek, gently strokes your rouged skin as you gently squeeze him. He’s radiating such heat, your cheeks flush. But also because he feels big… ungodly big under your touch.

Johnny starts to kiss your neck, down the sensitive spot between your neck and shoulders, nipping at the skin. He slowly grinds himself against your ass, still playing with your nipples.

Letting your eyes fall from John’s blue irises. You hook your finger into the band of his boxers and slowly pull down the fabric till it passes over a thick bush of hair and you see the thick base of his cock. Your breath hitches in your throat at the sight, and you slowly release more of him till he springs free.

A small bead of pre-cum flicks off the tip onto your stomach.

He’s big. Really big. Bigger than Johnny. You feel your mouth water and you just stare at it. The tip is painfully red, a thick vein runs down the side and it doesn't stand up well - since it’s so heavy.

“John… I can’t…” you begin to protest. But Johnny stops you.

“Yeah, he’s big lass, but you can handle it… can’t you?” He kisses your neck again, this time moving his hands from your breasts down your waist and onto your hips, he knees your flesh, calming you down.

You turn to Johnny. “Did you know he was so…” you trial off.

Price chuckles at your bashfulness. Slowly removing his boxers and throwing them to the floor.

“I’m a ‘shower’, love. Course he knew.” He grins at you, eyes crinkling at the corners. He reaches for your hand that lingers in the air and guides you to his cock, it twitches as it feels the heat of your hand.

You wrap your hand (barely) around him, slowly pumping him. He felt so heavy in your hand, you felt a burst of something in your stomach. Price grunts as you squeeze him, using him pre-cum as lubrication. As you stroke Price a few times, you feel Johnny’s hand snake around your body and down your stomach. Grazing over your small patch of hair till his fingers meet your soaking hot pussy, he swipes over your swollen and puffy clit. You let out a moan and rock your hips on his fingers.

“Greedy thing aren’t ya?” He smirks into your neck, still dotting wet kisses on your warm skin. You nod, humming in reply. His finger parts your folds till he toys with your entrance. He dips just his fingertip into your heat. You feel Price twitch in your hold as he watches Johnny stroke you.

You raise your head from Johnny's shoulder and lock eyes with Price again, who’s staring at you with such intensity it sends a shiver down your spine. You lean forward and kiss him, slowly and tender kisses. You pump him harder and he grunts into your mouth, you feel his hips rock against your hand. Tongues wrap around each other for a moment before he pulls away - noses nearly touching. His once blue eyes now blown out and black with desire.

“How do want me?” He mutters. You shake your head, you don't care how, you just needed him now.

“Anything you want.” You whisper.

“On your knees for me, love.” He rumbles deep and quiet. You nod, you feel a twang of disappointment as you’d love him to press you in half - but knowing the porn you’ve seen, it’s more fair this way for 3 people involved. Johnny peels himself from you and you start to turn around. You slowly drag your hand off Price’s cock, watching it bounce under its own weight.

Johnny moves himself to the head of the bed, repositioning the pillows and leaning back on the headboard, arms spread out wide.

“Gonna give us a show then?” he asks no one in particular, but you do scrunch your face at him as you crawl onto your knees. You still feel weak from your two, very intense, orgasms but carefully you position yourself between your boyfriend's legs. You lean forward and kiss him again, when you feel a small sharp pain on your asscheek as Price spanks you. You let out a small squeak into Johnny's mouth, eyes widening.

You turn to look at John, whose hands are gently caressing your ass, squeezing the muscles.

“Do it again.”

Eyes meet and Price spanks you again. You can feel a small drip of slick run down your folds at the sensation.

“Like that dont’cha?” Price mutters as he swipes his finger through your puffy folds. All you can reply with is a nod of the head. You suddenly feel a sharp sensation now on your nipples as Johnny cups your breasts and tweaks the sensitive buds again - getting your attention back. You whip your head back and look up at him, he removes one of his hands and cups your cheek.You meet his eyes that are filled with… something, you can’t figure out what. You smile at him and mouth “love you” to calm him.

You feel Price’s thick cock now at your entrance, he swipes the shaft up and down your folds, covering him in a healthy coat of slick.

“I’ll go slow love,” he assures you. “Just relax.”

You close your eyes and rest your forehead on Johnny’s abs, breathing in his scent mixed with sweat. You relax as much as you can till you feel the blunt tip of Price pushing into you. The burn wasn’t too bad. You feel Johnny rub his hands up and down your arm and back. Price kneads your hips, thumbs pressing against your lower back.

“You look amazing like this, it’s so hot” he says smirking even though you don’t see it, but you can hear his tone.

Price lets out a grunt, muttering under his breath.

“So tight for me” as he pushes in more, you feel him twitch inside you and brush past your sensitive spots causing your hips to shiver and you let out a shaky moan. “Nearly there.” He assures you. “You’re taking me so well”

You can feel him splitting you open, the sting getting worse as he nearly bottoms out, he’s thicker at the base than his tip and it’s both painful and pleasurable. His hips finally meet your ass. You let out a breath and open your eyes, looking up at Johnny whose jaw is slack, eyes fixated on your ass and the man behind you.

Price stops for a moment, letting you adjust to his incredible girth. However before he can ask if you’re ready, you move on your own accord and start to fuck yourself on his cock. You slowly rock back and forth - his tip pressing against something inside you that makes your toes tingle, a deep moan escapes your lips. Your eyes are still looking up at Johnny. It reminds you of that video you sent him of you fucking a suction-cup dildo in this exact position.

“Fucking hell,” both men say as they can just do nothing except watch you. Price’s fingers press deeper into your hips as he guides you as you rock on him. He lets out a huff as you squeeze around him as you enjoy the fading burn of the stretch of your hole.

With your gaze locked onto Johnny, your jaw falls slack and you let your tongue rest on your bottom lip. He smirks at you and places his thumb in your mouth. You suck hard on the appendage in time with your thrusts onto Price's cock. A small bead of drool escapes past your lips and onto Johnny's stomach, he lets out a small chuckle as he watches you in awe of how easily you’ve taken to the Captain's thick cock and make it your own.

You feel yourself start to slow down as your thighs start to burn.

“Don’t worry love, let me take care of you” Price mutters deep behind you. Before you could respond, he pulls back his hips, leaving only the tip inside you and snaps forward, hips slapping against your ass. He wanted to test the waters with you, see how much you could take. You let out a deep moan around Johnny's thumb, your eyes closing as Price fills you up perfectly. He does it again, the squelching sound of your wet pussy echoes in the room, followed by skin on damp skin. Price’s grip on your hips starts to hurt, but you ignore the pain as he starts to thrust at a more consistent pace.

These army men have patience, stamina, and self-discipline. You thought Johnny was bad, but Price has more experience with holding his own. Johnny is amazing in bed, but easily cums but has the quickest refractory period you’d seen in a man. He’s back to humping you before he’s even gone soft.

You open your eyes, lined with tears. Johnny looks down at you with those puppy dog eyes - you feel bad he’s left out of this. You pull your mouth from his thumb and slowly lower your head till you meet his slowly hardening member. You lick the tip a few times, grabbing the base and slowly ease him into your hot mouth again. Swirling around the tip, he hisses at the over stimulation. Johnny lets his head fall back as he can think of nothing but your talented mouth on him, your moans and the sound of Price fucking you so good. Just as you deserve.

Price has to smirk at the sight in front of him, he feels his cock twitch as he feels himself getting close. He humps you deep and shallow but fast, hitting the edge of your cervix that sends shockwaves from your toes to your nipples. You groan around Johnny's cock at the increased pace.

“Oh I knew you’d like it rough, love.” Hips slap against your ass over and over, you arch your back into that delicious curve and let the tip of Price’s cock pound into that sweet spot over and over. You let Johnny from your mouth with a pop, spit strings connecting you both as you feel your third orgasm slowly grow deeper inside you. Your moans turn into louder groans at each deep thrust.

All you can do is rest your forehead on Johnny’s stomach, squeezing the base of him. Johnny cups the back of your head, stroking your hair as you drool onto his abs.

“God you look so good from this angle,” Johnny runs his hand down your spine, his finger teasing the top of your ass cheeks. His eyes meet Price’s and he raises his eyebrows at the man and nods. Price slows down his thrusts into you and you can feel Johnny’s finger swipe down your ass crack towards your puckered hole. You’re so wet between your legs, he circles the hole a little and Price feels you squeeze his cock on your walls. He lets out a small whimper, hips losing rhythm for a moment at your tightness.

“Johnny… don’t go… in far…” you pant out between thrusts, sure you said no earlier but deep down you know you like the added pressure and pleasure of a tease on your second hole. He lets out a chuckle, with his middle finger he penetrates you, feeling the soft ring of muscles tight on his finger. You clench down all over your pelvic floor, you hear “Fucking hell” from Price and a “Good girl” from Johnny but you also can’t comprehend their words. You're so cock-drunk your brain is mush.

Johnny fingers your ass gently and Price picks up speed again. Your toes start to curl as your orgasm nears the biting point. The added pleasure wasn't enough. You let out a squeak as you feel thick rough fingers rub your clit. A few more thrusts and strokes and you cum hard around Price and Johnny. You clench down hard on Price he thought for a second he wouldn’t be able to pull out of you, your walls flutter and hold him inside you. Johnny quickly removes himself from your pulsating hole and sits back, his other hand still cupping your cheek.

Before you can let your orgasm fade, Price thrusts deep once more, taking in your incredible tightness before pulling out. You whimper at the loss of him, feeling so empty. Grabbing his cock, he jerks himself a few times before cumming over your ass and back. He lets out a breathy groan and you feel the warm ropes of cum on your skin.

You feel like you’ve blacked out. Your brian has turned off and you sit in a bath of dopamine and pleasure as the chemicals swirl in your bloodstream. You try to flop down onto the bed but Johnny’s hands guide you to his side. You feel a tissue on your ass as someone, probably Price, wipes away his spend. Once you feel you have been cleaned up, you roll onto your back, still wrapped in Johnny's arms.

Lying on the bed, chest rising and falling as you take in very deep breaths, you close your eyes for a moment as your afterglow washes over your skin. You feel a rough hand caress your stomach, drawing lines with the finger. You can’t recall who it is, but you smile and giggle from the touch.

“S’tickles” You wiggle. A deep rumble of a laugh vibrates through you as Price pulls his hand from you, he lies on his side facing you, wrapping his arm around your head and you bring up your hand to lace your fingers with his. Opening your eyes slowly, you see him looking down at you as if you’re a piece of priceless art. You feel a pang of something inside, a mixture of lust, admiration, and infatuation, but also concern and guilt for the man.

You wonder for a moment how this will affect Johnny and his relationship, or is that just how it is in the army? You just move on, carpe diem and all that. They didn’t flinch when naked around each other, didn’t even bat an eye at the praise. Makes you wonder what goes on behind closed doors. You shake your head of the thoughts.

“You ready for me?” Johnny asked softly. “I’ll be gentle, I need ya lass.” You nod and he crawls on top of your body, hips gently grinding into yours. You wrap your legs around his hips and rock against his hard cock, slow long moments as you both are spent. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in. While Price leans down and plants a few kisses to your forehead, squeezing your laced fingers.

For the last time of the night, you feel Johnny slowly sink into your sensitive hole and begin gently rolling into you, slow and passionately, making you feel every inch of him. You let out a sigh at the change of pace, you kiss his shoulder. You feel your legs shake from the over stimulation, but you don’t want Johnny to miss out, even if he has already cum once this evening.

Price uses his free hand to snake between your and Johnny's bodies till he reaches your apex, toying with your very sensitive clit one last time. You thought you would pass out by now, your body pushed over its limit. A tear falls from your eye as Price circles your swollen abused clit and Johnny pumps into you.

“Please, lass, I need to feel ya, for me, please”, Johnny babbles into your ear. You nod at his pleas and tense down around him - let out a shudder at how tight you still were and Price picks up a faster pace. The warmth grows one last time inside you as Johnny brushes against that sweet spot of yours over and over. You let out a whimper close to a sob, you were extremely over stimulated and emotions were at an all time high. Price coos at you praises, lips pressed at your temples. You squeeze his hand from the pleasure.

You feel the core inside snap but not as intense, you feel yourself gently pulsating around Johnny as you’ve done many times but this felt warmer. You pant out a few moans and Price pulls his hand away, letting Johnny grind against you. Your chest bubbles with love. Price teases your abdomen again, letting his finger glide up your sternum, between your bouncing tits. Till he cups one of your breasts and teases the nipple gently. You shudder.

Johnny thrusts into you a few more times, his hips start to lose rhythm and you know he’s close. Your pussy was sore but worth it after all the pleasure you’ve been gifted this evening. Your legs slowly start to fall from his hips from exhaustion. Pressing his forehead to yours, he thrusts once, twice more and finally cums inside you with a final slap of skin. You can feel his cock twitch as he coats your walls with ropes of cum. He grinds into you a few times, getting as deep as possible.

He lets out a breath and kisses you, cupping your cheek in his palm and then rests his face into the crook of your neck. Price leans over and kisses your forehead, for a moment you forgot your hand was locked with his.

“You did so well for us, love.” He praises you.

Johnny drops his dead weight onto you for a second, you feel his muscles shake from his aftershocks and his cock slowly grows soft inside you. He kisses your neck and gently pulls out of you, knowing you are extremely tender. Once free, you let out a groan at the emptiness, already feeling his cum dripping out of your hole.

Johnny flops to the bed at your side, still panting heavily and wraps his arm over your waist.

“Love you.” He mutters. You let out a small giggle.

“Love you too.” You cover his forearm with your hand and squeeze.

The three of you now just lie in silence on the bed, the air was thick with the smell of your sex, sweat and heavy breaths.

Price slowly rolls off the bed, slipping his fingers from yours and collects his underwear, tugging them on as he plods out of the room pulling the door too.

Once alone, you turn to head to Johnny, who’s nearly falling asleep already.

“Johnny…?” You ask timidly and so quietly. He turns to face you, eyes drooping shut, he smiles at you.

“You okay?” He mutters.

“Yeah, that was….” You giggle, still feeling euphoric from your many, many orgasms.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” He leans closer and kisses you softly. “Come here.” He pulls you to him, turning onto your side and slots himself behind you. He presses his face in between your shoulder blades, kissing the sweaty skin. His hand drapes over your waist and reaches upwards, cupping your exposed breast like he does every night. You feel the corner of your mouth curve into a smile.

You hear the door squeak open as Price returns with a few bottles of water, and a damp flannel. You smile at him, he hands you the flannel and you wipe yourself with it, cleaning up the mess between your thighs. It was cool and soothing. He places 2 bottles on the bedside table and opens the third, dropping back into the chair he was in many hours ago, taking a huge drink.

Your eyes never stop watching him, watching his muscles move and contort under his skin.

His eyes meet yours and you blush. He nods at you and you mouth at him thank you.

Smiling at you, wrinkles crinkle at his eyes and he reaches to the side of the chair to collect his jeans, but you pipe up.

“What are you doing?” You ask quietly.

“Getting dressed and leaving you two love birds.” He looks away at that, sadness and jealousy flash in his eyes for a brief second.

“No.” You say sharply. You reach your hand to him, wiggling your fingers, beckoning him over. “Need to make sure you’ll be a good cuddle after-care lover too.” You smile.

Price simply shakes his head and tuts. He couldn’t refuse you. He drops the fabric back into the pile of his other clothes and struts over to the bed. He tucks himself next to you, lying on his back. He reaches his arm around your head, hand resting on Soap’s shoulder, who grunts at the touch. You rest your head on his peck, and your free arm drapes over his waist.

“Do I get approval? Do I pass?” he whispers.

You pause for a moment, as if pretending to think about it. You let out a hum.

“Think you’ve passed the first stage of interviews. Might need you to come back for further tests and demonstrate more skills.” You let out a laugh. “If Johnny say agrees. Which I think he will.”

Price lets out a small breathy laugh, kissing the top of your head one last time tonight.

“Night, love.”

“Night John.”

You let out a sigh and close your eyes. Price reaches over and turns down the bedside lamp too low, leaving the three of you in a sunset glow, falling asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

Hope you enjoyed! Kudos/Likes, Comments, Shares/Reblogs are more than welcome. As well as any typos, mistakes or just general feedback is welcome. I really hope I was able to make this a bit funny, some fluff as well as the smut, just not as deep as it could be? Either way, hope you've enjoyed!

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